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► chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ the past few days of your life we’re unexpected, yet so much fun. people seem to come a lot in your life… and also leave.
► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ nsfw. growing sexual tension. cunnilingus (oral — fem receiving). violence. use of weapons. mentions of blood and wounds. mention of murder.
► note ﾟ｡ ⋆ woah… i realized how much potential this story had and just whipped this up and rereading the whole thing. i missed akuma dearly,,
Dear Mom,
Checking out on the party before it had even started — you’d be shocked with the most recent news. You’re missing out on the fun, you know? All the plans we set out are now in motion. And you’re missing it.
But I’m missing you much more.
So much more.
I have so many questions for you. So many I wished I had asked, but I spent that time crying next to your cooling body. Now I’m left questioning myself.
Mommy, am I strong?
Am I still the strongest?
Even if I don’t feel it?
“R…” You opened your mouth, all of the saliva completely dispersing and leaving you stuck with cotton. The smallest step forward and your husband was grabbing your arm, stopping you. You on the other hand was just too shocked to even care. “Rika? Wh… How’d you know where I lived?”
“I followed you.”
Weird. “Um…” You’re trying to mentally piece together how you were gonna crack this one. “How are you alive? I— They captured you, right? That’s what they said.”
“They didn’t catch me.” Her voice is silky and posh. She’s holding herself with such good demeanor, you wouldn’t be able to tell she struggled half her life. “The woman they captured and killed was not me, yet another one of your father’s previous affairs. She threatened to tell the rest of your family members about his adultery and she was hunted down around the time I fled. They just covered my story up with the poor woman who lost her life.”
That’s absolutely heartbreaking. Not necessarily surprising, though. Your family is sick and twisted.
The metaphorical armor wrapped around you dissolved into the air, brushing past the skin on people’s faces. You felt empathetic towards her now.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” She continues, wary of her surroundings. And your husband. “I’m still alive because of my appearance change. They can’t remember what I look like, at least I pray not. I — I returned this morning. Heard your father’s big fight is soon… he had his beloved batch of boys, huh?”
You shook your head slowly, “Nope. Ryou and I will be fighting.”
It was then when you had actually noticed Rika. She was absolutely alluring. The silence was definitely inviting for you to look at her — to examine her. She had her hair cut to her shoulders, a few strands covering her forehead and bringing attention to her doe eyes. The longer she stood there, it was like watching a child. As if she was caught staying up too late when her parents came home.
She wasn’t threatening at all.
“Oh… congratulations,” Rika responds with a small smile, picking nervously at her fingers. She’s clearly spewing thoughts but there’s no way she could get them out of her mouth. “I’m sure you’ve learned a lot from Himari. You will win and change the trajectory of the clan — I know you can. It’s pretty bad, I don’t want another woman to experience what I… we did.”
All that time she’d been standing in front of you, you had forgotten who Rika actually was. What she had been through — and once it all clicked, you couldn’t stop your feet from moving.
You weren’t staring at a threat, you were staring at a survivor.
Escaping the Shio clan, just the hospital alone at that, with a new born baby and taking care of her all on her own with no experience. Starting fresh with no money, nowhere to live and not knowing anyone — yet managing to be alive and well, with a daughter who is in perfect shape.
The power of women.
“I’m sorry.” Are the only words that left your mouth, kicking your heels off in the midst of your walk before stopping in front of Rika, raising your arms to her shoulders and resting on your chin on her bone. “My mother thought you were a trooper. She loved telling me stories about you. You’re like a folklore.”
She returns the hug, giving you a small squeeze. “Am I?” There’s a slight shake in her voice, but she quickly covered it up with a laugh. “I’d rather the attention be on my princess. She’s what kept me going.” She hasn’t hugged anyone other than her daughter, nor has anyone felt sympathetic enough to acknowledge what she had been through. All of this hits Rika like a truck and she’s fighting back the urge to scream up the past twenty something years.
“Thank you.” Rika whispers.
She knows her daughter is good hands — protected by many people now. She knows she’s protected, too. She’s happy now.
The door clicks as it closes, resting backwards against the wood. You sighed softly, bending down to place your heels next to the door, hearing the bathroom door in front of you open.
“How’d it go?” Gojo asks from inside the bathroom, tossing his towel out and onto the floor.
The towel lands slightly ahead of you, rolling your eyes and walking forward to grab it. “Went okay. We had some wine and talked for a bit, she got tired and I let her sleep in my room.”
“I would be too if I were her,” His voice grows closer, alerting you that he’d be in front of you once you stood up. “I mean, it’s weird, right? I wonder why she came back.”
After folding the towel, you held it to your chest and looked ahead of you. All the breath in your lungs halted, stopping you from answering his questions or even responding.
There Gojo Satoru stood — in almost all of his glory. You’d never seen him like this… this close up. The black muscle shirts he wore around the house definitely didn’t give him this much justice; you can see every ripple, scar and crease on his body and it’s absolutely fantasizing. Natural contour and highlight on his skin — you’re almost folding at the sight.
“Uh…” Your voice is a little shaky, you’re so caught up in trying to pretend you’re not warming up from seeing his bare chest. “Yeah. Me too. It’s… weird.”
Gojo looks up from his hands, catching the stutter and sudden shift in your demeanor. He’s got an eyebrow cocked in confusion until it drops and he’s smirking right down at you. This is cute. He’s never seen you like this and now he’s addicted to it.
Speechless, timid and borderline submissive.
“Got somethin’ on your chin there,” His abrupt words cause you to blink hard, forcing your eyes back up go his face. You’re hot — you’re sure that you’re visibly burning up as well. Gojo takes a step forward, causing you to shuffle in spot and he’s enjoying it. “It’s not polite to stare, you know that.”
You’re trying your damn hardest to think of something witty, but your brain isn’t working. If anything, it’s clouded, and you’re not sure what to say without stuttering.
“I just… I noticed some of those scars on your chest and I wanted t-to, uh… just look at them.”
Verrrry convincing.
“You can touch ‘em, sweetheart.”
And so you obliged, reluctantly. Hesitant movements until your bare palm was against your husband’s skin, raising and lowering the stroke to feel every inch of him. There’s a soft shudder under his breath, specifically whenever your fingers brush against newer marks.
All in all, it’s intimate. He’s biting back the urge to grab you by the shoulders and you’re not too far off from begging for it.
Plus, you’ve only got a week. Right?
“Mark your calendars, request time off, set a reminder, and grab your popcorn — watch the Shio Clan’s Generational fight next week, here in this very room.”
Did you want to die being a virgin? Getting married and completing staying celibate, never being able to tell stories to the Shio women up in… whatever heaven was real. They’d talk your head off and call you a disgrace for not trying something so… sexy.
You can just see it now…
(“We saw you down there, married to that hunk of man. Gojo Satoru, right? How was the sex? Oh.. you didn’t have sex? Kiss him at all? No?! What—”)
The thought of going out without at least knowing if he’s a good kisser is making the hair on your arms stand. Maybe it was the wine? You felt like some horny teenager from the movies you watched.
“Would you touch me like this?” You transitioned to dragging a finger down his chest, digging your nail gently over his belly button and following his happy trail.
Right above his boxers.
Gojo pulls his eyebrows together. Is he dreaming? Is his ears playing tricks on him because he’s been wishing to touch you — praying for a moment like this with you? It’s gotta be a dream.
“You want me to touch you?”
Without thinking twice, your hands reached to the zipper behind you. The noise of it unzipping completely catches Gojo’s attention.
Now it’s Gojo’s turn to goggle. He’s gazing at every inch of your body being exposed as the dress fell further and further, and all of a sudden — it’s harder for him to breathe in. Until the fabric pooled at your feet, he’s blinking a lot slower, not wanting to miss a single second.
Normally you’d be extremely self conscious, bare as a stripper for a man you just previously despised. But something about your husband drinking you in like a bottle on the rocks is making your stomach do flips.
And it’s cartwheeling down to your core.
“It’s…” You began, taking a small step forward. “Not polite to stare, Satoru.”
Your husband chuckles, though his voice sounds a bit lower. Even once his eyes raised from your figure to your very own irises, they were way more hooded than before. He’s drinking you up and not missing a damn drop.
One deep breath, Gojo takes the advantage to close the gap between you both. He leans down just slightly, hovering over your height. He’s looking at you like you’re vulnerable, like he’s got the upmost control of you. And at this moment… you swear he does.
The tension is cutting the air with a butcher knife, absolutely murdering it to the point you both don’t know how to breathe anymore. Basic human actions have become tantalizing and you’d both rather drink each other up.
“I can have this thing off in seconds,” Gojo hooks his finger under your bra, tugging you forward by just the slightest. Watching you trip forward, following his moves, even the bounce of your breasts almost had him rolling his eyes back. “Just need to hear you say it, pretty.”
You don’t realize how pathetic or how fast you nodded your head, practically pleading with your eyes, but once Gojo heard those four words leave your tainted lips, he couldn’t help but oblige.
“Please, take it off,” You whisper, batting your mascara coated eyelashes up to the man before you. “Take it all off.”
And what man would Gojo Satoru be if he didn’t keep his word, especially when you asked so politely. Within those last few seconds, your husband closes the gap between you both by pressing his lips against yours. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t forced or rushed — nothing like the kiss you both shared at your wedding.
It wasn’t a goodbye kiss, it was a welcoming kiss. He wasn’t kissing you as if this was your last week on earth, he kissed you as if this was the first day of the rest of your life.
It was intoxicating and addictive, something you never wanted to end.
Once you wrapped your arms around the nape of Gojo’s neck, he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you up to his height. Your legs wrapped around his abdomen, securing you around him.
He’s got one hand propped under your ass, holding you up while his other closes the bathroom door behind him, locking it right after.
Whaaaats goin on?
Times moving faster now that you’re having fun, that’s always been something you noticed as a child. Even in this moment, when your husband has you sat on the marble of his bathroom’s countertop, popping your bra off with just one hand, exposing your perky nipples to the brisk air around you, time is moving fast.
His soft, pink lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and gently tugging at it with the sloppiest and nastiest ‘pop!’ you’ve ever heard — time is moving fast.
Gojo settling onto his knees, two skilled and slender fingers pulling your panties down your thighs, your calves, and then unhooking them from your feet. He’s pushing your legs apart, visibly and audibly falling apart at the sight alone of your glistening, pretty pussy. He swears he saw the light shine off of just how wet you were.
“Fuck..” He whispers, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “This okay? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
You nod,. You’d be damn to admit it, but something about this approval for consent was… sexy. As if he wants you as bad as you want him. Gojo’s asking you for permission.
“Please do something.” Being so bare and vulnerable, all for the man you hated just months ago, had your back arching in attempts to feel something. Anything.
Now you’re begging? Anything else and he might as well bust in his fresh pair of underwear. Gojo promises he’d be gentle… but all he wants to do is shove his face right between your legs and eat you out like it’s the last thing he’d ever do.
Like it’s the last thing he’d ever taste.
He starts slow, licking from your entrance to that little bud that has you twitching, giving it special attention with extra kisses and tugs from his lips. You’re moaning softly, weary of the guest that had been on the other side of the house — nonetheless — you wanted to prevent waking her up and facing your trenched reality.
Your head tilts back, pooring your posture with the slightest buck of your hips. The way your lips press together, fighting back all the noise that threatened to spill from them, it told your husband everything he needed to know.
He was making you feel good.
His tongue flicked at your sensitive bud faster, and his two skillful fingers plunged in and out of your soaking sex, causing wet noises to echo in the halls of Gojo’s bathroom. It sounded absolutely pornogrophic, something straight off the web. This is every man’s dream.
“Taste amazing, baby.” Gojo mumbles under you, tongue out and flat on your pussy. He’s curling his tongue ever so often, catching your eyes and simply grinning at that expression you have.
The look and the smile was just too much for you. He’s clear of the affect he has on you, he’s bathing in it.
Gojo’s forgotten to control himself and now he’s slurping and sucking, licking and lapping up everything you have to offer. Like he’s a dog. The warm feeling between your legs began to grow out to your thighs and your lower stomach, and the better it felt, the more you wanted to push your husband from between your legs.
Gojo doesn’t seem to let up soon. He’s blowing bubbles with his spit on your clit and using his tongue to spread it around. How slutty would it be to cum for the first time … ever … on your husbands face?
“Mmmf — Satoru…” It was a warning call. Your significantly smaller hand reached forward to grab at his soft, milky white and wet hair. The smallest tug got a noise out of him, snapping him out of his completely pussy drunken state of mind and back up to you. “Think ‘m…,” You chuckle breathlessly. “think I’m about to...”
He chuckles between your legs, pulling away for the slightest second and smiling his pearlies right up at you — with a wet smile. “Give it t’me,” Dipping his head between your legs again, aiming straight for your clit. “Make a fucking mess, sweetheart.”
And like the perfect wife that you are, or tend to be, you give his roots one more tug before using your other to grip beside you, mumbling out a string of praises to the God’s above you, before you, and even the one between your legs. Spasming with Gojo’s head between your legs, that warm feeling snapping out of your stomach and crashing over you like a category four hurricane.
Satoru assists you, rubbing your clit with the fat of his tongue all the while fucking his fingers in and out of you, bettering your high. Slowing his movements once your body began to come down; making it all more pleasurable for you.
There’s no way that just happened.
“Fuck…”
“Damn right.” Gojo chuckles, blowing soft air against your swollen and sensitive pussy. He used his thumb to clean his mouth, popping it in and licking the etcetera from the pad of his finger.
He’s up on his feet, still watching you recover from the only yet best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. Another quick laugh before he steps forward and cups your soft jaw into his hands.
“That feel good?” He asks, more out of curiosity rather than a boost to his ego.
It was nice seeing him like that. Domestic. Vulnerable. He’s always on his toes and doesn’t ever let anyone in — so this… this was nice.
All you do in return was nod and smile, tossing your arms over his shoulders once more and burying your head into his chest. “Mhm.”
“Let’s go shower then.”
“Up and atom!”
A bold voice, one that wasn’t your husbands, woke you up from your sleep. You stirred lightly, peeking one of your eyes open to not only see one person — but several people standing in your husband’s bedroom.
You remember falling asleep with Gojo resting on your back and your head under the pillow, and now that you’ve reached your arm to locate him; he’s not next to you anymore.
“Where…”
“Mornin’ angel.” There’s that familiar voice. That voice that’s given you comfort and a sense of safety.
Oddly enough, you were okay with it.
You huffed, pushing up from the bed to turn and identify whoever had been in this bedroom so early. It was half the damn school, you could say.
“Time to get up, Y/N!” Panda smiles, two fists sturdy on his hips. “We heard you have a week to experience some fun, so we’re gonna spend the next seven days together!”
Seven days?!
You jump up, completely facing the people in the room. Nanami and Gojo are in the corner, small smiles on their face — this is obviously something they planned… while the students were standing around your bed.
Megumi, Panda, Inumaki and Maki — even the two new students that’s working with Gojo; Itadori and Nobara.
You rub your eyes, brushing your hair behind your ears. “Thanks, guys, but you don’t have to waste a week on me.”
Maki gasp, Inumaki also adding a head shake at your response.
“We’re not wasting a week, Shio—sensei,” Megumi sits on the foot of the bed, sending you a soft look. “Everyone cares about you. We want to make sure you have a nice week.”
Nobara and Itadori share a look. They’ve never seen Megumi act so caring, even if he expressed it with a straight face.
You only had small interactions with Megumi, but considering he didn’t have much family left, everything you did within the span of knowing him meant a lot.
Even if it was bringing him lunch, scolding Gojo for him, helping him inside or outside of school. The small things built up and he can’t imagine seeing anything happen to you.
“Yeah,” Maki is trying to contain her excitement. She’s got her hands behind her back, fighting a smile. “Plus, we’re gonna incorporate fighting into the stuff we’re doing! Building muscles while creating memories.”
This is odd to you, foreign even. You’ve never had someone care about you, cared if you lived or died — and now these people want to give you a week to remember, encouraging you to spend your possibly last week alive wisely, with them, while having as much fun as possible.
You look over to Gojo, who’s got this smile on his face, one that hasn’t budged since he’s seen you wake up in his shirt; and then back to the kids. This is what it feels like to be wanted. Not just by your mother, but by everyone.
Now you’ve got to fight back tears. You haven’t cried since the death of your mother, and the overwhelming feeling of actively being appreciated by people is starting to jab at you.
No crying. Not yet.
You answered all the kids questions, settled all their anxiety and calmed their nerves with a smile. That bright, beaming smile that your mother loved and the one your husband is falling in love with. The smile everyone recognizes; the smile that pops into people’s head when your name is mentioned.
“Thank you guys,” You sit straight up on the bed. “I appreciate it. Let’s have the best week ever, okay?”
All the students smiled and nodded in unison.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
Itadori smiles and throws a fist into the air, “Baseball!” He’s ecstatic, and you could make a wild guess that this was his idea. “That’s okay, right?”
You laugh, reinsuring Itadori once more. “I love baseball, and I’m kinda good at it,” You share a smile with the boy, hearing different reactions at the new information about the sport. “How about after, we come back and have a sleepover?”
That gets another rise. Everyone looks excited, partially for Megumi (he hates sleeping around Itadori) but aside from his little pout, the rest of the students agree to having a night over their teachers house.
Nanami pushes off the wall, clapping his hands together to gather the kids attention. “Okay, let’s give Shio some time to get ready. You all can help me load the bus back up.”
Following instructions, everyone except Gojo trotted out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Now it was silent and homey, resulting in your husband walking over to you with a small grin.
He crawls onto the end of the bed, sitting back on his legs in front of you. “Hi.” One word with his gentle smile and you’re grinning back.
“Hi.” You respond, reaching forward to grab his hands. You fiddled with them nervously, twirling his wedding ring around his finger. “Did you do all of this?”
“Not all. I told them your big fight was next week and they came up with all the ideas, I just found a way to make it all happen.”
You pushed your bottom lip out, climbing up from the duvet to his height, tossing your arms around his neck. This was a feeling Gojo could get used to, one he wanted to feel every moment and every second of his life. He wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you back.
“Thank you, ‘Toru.”
He grins once more, giving your body a small squeeze. “Don’t thank me yet.”
A baseball game without your brother intervening? Sounds like a plan to you.
There were two separate teams; Your team and Gojo’s. A friendly fire between the couple who had an arranged marriage but is now starting to fall for one another — doesn’t sound scary at all.
You’d assume they’d take baseball seriously, like there was a grand prize at the end, but they weren’t. Everyone was having a good time, playing for experience and to grow, and thankfully there was no jujutsu power allowed.
The entirety of this game you’d been… laughing.
Smiling and laughing at the antics of the children you were working with. Giggling with the other teachers when Gojo grew red over the fact that his team was losing. Even moments like this where a fight needed to be broken up.
“Hold on!” Nobara shoves her hat onto the ground, pointing to the girl in front of her as she made her way over.
Nobara likes a fair game, what she didn’t like was Mai bringing a pitch machine to protect her fresh manicure. Itadori and Panda are the first to get up, walking over to catch Nobara before she gets to Mai. “Kugisaki’s snapped!” They warned. “It’s a free-for-all!”
Considering she was on your team, you followed behind the other students to calm the issue as the adult that you were.
“Alright,” You walk between both girls, facing Nobara to quickly calm her. “You’re a good batter. You can hit these even without machine, let’s just try it, okay?”
Nobara sends another threatening look to Mai before huffing and turning around to walk away. You chase after her, bending down to whisper one more thing into her ear.
“Bet she sucks anyway.” You cup your hands around your mouth so no one else hears what you said but Nobara.
And the game continued peacefully. The pitching machine was ditched after being beaten up by someone (Nobara ‘accidentally’ hit the ball into) and everything was now going fairly.
The energy overall felt like a highschool game, it was fun, quick and a bunch of dirty talk had been spit from one team to the other. Granted, it wasn’t anything harmful. Aside from another student getting swatted upside the head with a ball, the experience was great to you!
And once the sun began to set, everyone declared the game over.
All except one.
“Last bat,” Gojo walks up to you, flipping the bat so that the handle faced you. “I’ll pitch.”
You perused your lips, accepting the bat from him. You’ve never batted in front of anyone, only your mother, considering your brother would always swoop in and take the attention.
It was like you were a child again.
“Okay!” You smile, jumping up once before making your way over to the correct base.
“You got this, Shio-sensei!”
“Beat Gojo-sensei!”
You chuckled under your breath, spreading both legs and tapping the bat onto the home plate. Gojo sends you a look, asking if you’re ready, and you respond with a nod and the prettiest smile he’s ever seen.
The dim of the sky kissing your skin, the smile he’s seen all day is becoming a drug to him and as each second passed, he watched you grow more and more happy. More excited.
That’s until he raises his arm and leg, ready to pitch, and he see’s your face drop. A mix of fear, shock and confusion decorates your face and he no longer sees his happy wife, he doesn’t see a carefree woman bandaging her inner child anymore —
he sees twelve year old you.
He sees the child who’s spotlight got taken from her.
By her bastard of a brother.
Gojo drops the ball and quickly flips his infinity back on. He doesn’t turn around, he knows he’s safe, and he keeps his eyes on you and the students to assure your safety as well.
“Ryou.” Is all your husband says, crossing his arms over his chest. He won’t give him the satisfaction of a look, he’s got more important things on his mind right now.
Your brother laughs behind him, taking a small step beside him. He’s only got his eye on the prize; you. “Hey there, brother-in-law,” Ryou shoves his hands into his pockets. “Think I got her good, huh? Did’ya see her face? She went all…” He mimics your reaction, dramatically frowning and pretending to claw his eyes out.
“Who is that?” You hear one of the students whisper, and then you’re suddenly snapped back into reality.
You sniffle, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans. You’d be stupid to turn your back, but your brother would be much more of an idiot to try to attack you when you’re not looking and your husband’s right beside him.
You turn to face the students, squatting down to catch their attention and block your brother from their view. “He’s not important, okay?” You ask, which they all nodded in return. “He’s a dangerous guy, so Gojo’s going to take you all back inside and then we can get home in time for the sleepover, right?”
You asked Rika to set up the sleepover and pick out some snacks for everyone. You even offered her to invite her daughter since she and the students were around the same age — that way if they decide to stay, she’d have a few friends.
Now, the only plan was to make it home.
Once you pushed up from your feet, you began to make way to your husband. What a fearful sight to see and an awful predicament to be in. You could be killed at any second if it was up to Ryou.
“Go.”
One word that held so much power. You stood just a few steps from your husband, you knew if you got too close that he’d be a superhero.
But this isn’t his battle to fight.
He doesn’t budge whatsoever, he looks at you like you’re playing a joke and even dazzles a smile at you, proving his point further.
He’s not going anywhere without you.
“I mean it, Satoru,” You couldn’t say too much, not without giving away too much information and endangering multiple lives. “Please… let me handle this.”
Now he’s reading you. Gojo frowns his eyebrows before beginning his path to the students. He stops besides you, making sure too keep his eyes on the kids in front of him while you kept track of your brother.
“You don’t die today.”
You couldn’t help but smile slowly, “Yes sir.”
The crucial next seconds of silence could’ve been your cause of death, but once the gate to the kids shut closed and you knew the people you loved and cared for were behind protection.
You didn’t hesitate.
You reached your arm back, looking over to the gate once more and starting a fire at it. It wasn’t too big that they couldn’t see, but it was big enough to risk a good third degree burn if they’d try to escape.
“Oo, where’d you learn that?”
Now your eyes are on your brothers, orbs battling for dominance. “Easy,” You’re stalling for the right moment, now starting to pace around your brother, keeping a large distance between you two. “But, I’m sure it comes naturally to you. You don’t even need to try, huh?”
Ryou chuckles. “You’ve gotten smarter too.” He’s starting to pick up on the pacing, and part of him is nervous. He’s never seen such a side from you, you’ve always been obedient, never one to pick a fight.
What was going on today?
Ryou meets you half way and bumps into you, ruining your pattern of a circle, grabbing your shirt to keep you still.
“What’s this?” He asks, practically snarling at you. That cocky, annoying smile never dropping from his lips. “Trying to show off for your husband and a few amateur sorcerers? You can do better.”
You’re way to nervous to physically harm this man, that could go left and you’d be injured before the big fight. Possibly killed. So you opt for your power, pushing a hand forward, manipulating the air around you to ball up and shove into his stomach, sending him tumbling.
You took a few steps back, enough space to look up and check the moon shining down at you. You’re not mentally ready to brawl with your brother. You’re not ready to die yet.
“Ryou…” You began. Instant regret.
He straightens himself back up before making his way over to you, a grin on his lips. “Shouldn’t have done that, cheeky.”
And before you know it, the same method is returned to you, except the pain is tripled and you’re being sent back flying, your back slamming against the gravel on the ground.
You could feel each piece of gravel, rock and grain of sand pierce your skin. The wind was knocked from your lungs to your head, blacking your vision for a second.
“Shio-Sensei!” You hear one of the students cry out.
Something about hearing someone call for you… strangely made you want to get back up. When your brothers around, no one roots for you. No one cares about you — or even notices you. Not when the Star of Africa is near.
But right now… at this moment… they’re rooting for you. Everyone behind that stray of fire, blocked by a gate, watching two siblings fight one another.
They’re calling for you. They’re supporting you.
“Shio-Sensei, please!”
The sound of cracking fire protecting those innocent kids — along with the calls for your name. You’re up. You’re on your feet. This adrenaline was perfect.
“That…” You began, brushing your hands on your clothes and cleaning yourself from the dust. “Was weak.”
Another boost: the face your brother makes when he’s bitched at for the first time. He realizes that no one’s on his side here… his daddy isn’t here to boost him either… he’s alone now.
He’s in your shoes.
“What did you say to me?” Ryou’s fuming, you can smell it. From the smoke coming out of his ears to the ground he’s shaking under him. Pure, firey, rage.
In return, all you can do is smile endearingly and stretch your arm out beside you, hands empty. “I said that was,” For a split second, you only had one chance to prove yourself. You ignored your consciousness and the energy around you. Within seconds, your mind flatlines and there’s a ringing in your ear for a millisecond.
For just a quick second, earth around you had disappeared.
Then reappeared.
After the quick moment of focus, you look over to your stretched out arm — and in your hand is a sword. Hah, take that Nanami. Manipulating space isn’t as hard as it sounds.
Not giving a moment for Ryou to blink, your swinging your armed hand towards your brother — tossing the sword over to catch in your other hand and switch positions before he could retaliate.
“Weak.” You finish, huffing a breath.
Your students are behind the cage jumping and clapping, watching their teacher in action — amazed at what they see. Your husband on the other hand is trembling in his shoes.
He could easily get past the fire, and his plan was to intervene when need be. He knows you can handle your own and defend yourself — but he also knows that you’re fighting off of rage right now, and your movements and thinking process is sloppy and clouded.
He doesn’t want to step in too late, but he also doesn’t want to jump to the rescue and portray you as weak.
Ryou on the other hand takes a small step back. His phone begins ringing in his basketball shorts, and he’s quick to grab the device and answer it.
And as he listens to the recipient speak, he looks down at his chest. He couldn’t ignore the oozing feeling in his chest. His skin grew hotter by the second, and the dust particles kissed his wounds as the wind blew them around.
One massive slash across his chest. The blade was so sharp that it cut past his clothes and skin, resulting in a pretty bad leak. He’s shocked with himself for missing such a lousy attack — more so, his sister was the one to do it.
No words were exchanged for the twelve second call. Ryou simply ends the call and returns his phone into his pocket. Raises his gaze from the gash to your eyes and lets out a chuckle. A bitter yet cocky laugh. As if he was still laughing at you.
“You know,” Your brother looks up to the sky, the waning gibbous shining above. “I think we’ll plan your funeral a little more organized than mom’s.”
Weak. It doesn’t really affect you, Ryou’s never been ‘momma’s boy’. More of a spoiled brat. The anger he wanted out of you wasn’t granted, it made you yawn. You just insulted your brother, twice, and gave him a remarkable wound on his chest… and he’s not fighting back.
He’s stalling.
“Not on your game today?” You’re focusing your energy into your arm, manipulating the air around you to forcefully stick your sword onto the ground. “It’s mediocre, everything you’re saying. How’s that gash, though?”
“I can barely feel it.” Ryou’s quick to respond, “Just thought you’d want to know. You’d have the best funeral out of the three, I’m sure of it.”
Three? You try your hardest not to visibly be confused, but your brother already see’s you doing the math in your head. One, your mother. Metaphorically, two would be you.
There wouldn’t be a third.
Maybe your brothers sick. He’s been talking out of the ass for the past few minuets and keeping up with him is slightly throwing you off your game. He’s absolutely stalling.
“Three? Can you even co—” Oh. “Count…” All of the green of envy and revenge on your face had melted, returning you back to your normal state. Afraid and scared.
“G—…” You’re stumbling backwards, still keeping an eye on your brother. “Gojo!!”
As soon as he saw your state change, he was itching to get across the gate. All he needed to hear was your voice. Your plea. In seconds he’s by your side, turning you to face him. You’re not afraid of Ryou sneaking up, you’re not afraid of anyone’s safety with your husband being here.
Except Rika.
“I need… we need to go home, now.” Your panicking, your hands have began trembling and the nerves in your body are shot.
Gojo’s looking at you, trying to read whatever you’re trying to get at, but he’s just as confused as you were earlier. Without even moving his head, your husband can just feel the devious smile on Ryou’s face. This is the reaction he wanted out of you, it’s what he wanted to see with his own eyes — live!
Just got back from work and finally had time to read latest Akuma chapter 😢
I LOOOOOOOVE THIS CHAPTER bahahhaha. I have so many theories but I’ll babble and it sounds ridiculous in my head. And to the other anon who said that Rika might be modern yn? Oh god that kinda blew my mind!
And yn’s moment with her dad and brother, was waiting for that moment for her to lash tf out lol
Thank u for this well written chap! Always anticipating the next, make sire u het lots of rest 😊
hi cookie!! i hope work was good ^^ i’m glad u loved it,, i’d love to hear yours and everyone else’s theories! it shows me u guys are understanding the plot and i love that! 🐰
i had to,, reader was tiredt of getting verbally abused by her shitty dad and shittier brother. i will rest well, i hope you do too, n’ i’ll see ya next time 🍪!!
As a person who does not watch anime, I truly understand this. You did a really great job at plotting and breaking it down for non-anime watchers. Thank you for this chapter, very excited for the next!
this means so much to me,,, i’ve had a few asks about this and my goal was to make people understand the plot without watching the show,, thank u bub!! 🐰
⊳ chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ after gojo and the reader tell tales from the past, they begin to grow closer with one another — just not as close as the date for the reader’s fight.
⊳ chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ gojo’s domesticated. swearing. more sexual tension. intrusion. info about the readers clan. no major warnings yet.
⊳ note ﾟ｡ ⋆ omg the fight??? who’s gonna win??? omg???? rika returns???? why????? so many questions!!!!! i hope you all enjoy, send me your asks about how you feel about the chapter or any questions!
tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.
The night is hushed, full moon blooming over the jungle trees standing to its highest statue — the wind singing it’s favorite tunes once it approaches midnight. If phones weren’t available, the routine of the dark would be it’s very own clock.
The sounds of fresh leaves that have fallen from the saplings being crushed by bare feet was the only interrupter. With each step followed a larger one about thirty seconds later, yet the second pair of footsteps were slower and heavier.
“Stop running, Rika!”
A guards voice was scary on its own, but the heavy military grade weapon that he held like a flower increased the sweat that grew on the woman’s palms — the same woman who was running from him.
Rika, a woman with beautiful long hair that fell down her back — an amazing frame and a unique sense of cursed energy, had been running from the guards of the Shio clan; with her newborn baby in hand.
“Tell me about your clan.”
“A new generation starts after the fight between two siblings. The winner gets to knock up five different women, marry their pick of the bunch, and train those kids for their own fight.”
“Out of those five kids, the two strongest will compete and the other three will marry a woman and have one child. Their children don’t fight, the weaker siblings basically get a pass — they just have to have one child in case one of them were a bearer of five.”
Gojo’s eyes were on the ground as he soaked up this information about your clan. He could’ve learned this if Himari would’ve died any later, but he enjoys hearing it from you nonetheless. You guys don’t talk, especially not like this — deep and personal.
“How do you know what power they have?”
“Eye color. Heterochromia eyes are space, Blue for water, Brown for earth, Green is air, — Amber is for fire. Pitch black eyes are for bearers of five.”
“So—”
“Not yet, Mr,” You lean forward to set your glass down, keeping yourself warm by cuddling up with your cardigan. “It’s my turn to ask questions.”
Aware of his word, Gojo can only tell you so much. There’s things he cannot share, that he can’t explain or tell you until a certain time — and he refuses to lie to you, especially about some of the information you want to know.
So, he’s honest.
“I can’t morally tell you why I married you. I kept a promise. I can tell you later on, when the time is right,” Satoru’s keeping his eyes on you, waiting for an expression to change. It’s just so hard to read you. He can’t tell if he’s pissed you off or if you didn’t hear him at all. “Can’t tell you how I know Himari, either. I can answer anything else, I’ll be honest with you.”
Personally, you’re not sure if you wanted to know why he married you.. or even how he knows your mother. The information could be bad, could send you into a spiral, and having all of that before your fight probably isn’t the best idea.
So you nod. Just a meek nod, no smile, no frown, not even a twitch to your eyebrows. It’s a nod, and Gojo feels a little more to ease. You’re not arguing about? Something’s definitely changed.
“Where were you?”
Your husband takes a moment to look down at the fabric of his pants before speaking up.
“My best friend died,” He answers, keeping his attention on his sweats. “I had a lead about him, not a good one, just some information I was too afraid to look into before, but after he died I supposed it was time for me to follow it.”
Best friend? Gojo Satoru had a best friend? This is news to you. You assumed he was close to everyone, and you’ve heard him refer to people as his friend but never his best friend.
“Visited his family, made plans for his body — saw some of my old friends, too.” You’ve never seen Gojo so calm and reserved. He’s clearly trying to keep himself together, not show too much of how he’s feeling. You, in a way, understand it. “He was a horrible person, but I cared for him. Trusted him.”
After a few moments of comfortable silence, you make the decision to stand up from your seat and make way to your husband. You sat next to him, keeping a comfortable distance, and whispered…
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
Five words he’s heard before, but in a split decision he decides he likes it better when you say it. He likes to hear those words with your soft voice, with your unimaginable presence.
“I don’t expect you to cry, or to tell me everything that’s going on in your life. I married a very busy man — but if anything, don’t keep that stuff bottled up,” You notice Gojo has yet to look at you, and you’re okay with that, because he’s hearing you and that’s all that truly matters. “I’m one to talk, but death is a scary thing. It’s hard to lose someone like that. So talk to me whenever you want, even if it’s in a letter or if you text it.”
Those last few words pulled a chuckle from Gojo. He leans back, finally looking over to you with his piercing eyes — lips turned into a small smile. “You want me to text you even if we live in the same house?”
“Didn’t stop you before.”
It’s tolerable, you two. Little jokes, little reinsurance and even the slightest bit of communication. It’s a long way from when you first were married, and even if progress is small — it’s worth it.
“Wanna ask me anything else?”
You shake your head, much to your husbands surprise. “I’ll wait for you to explain to me… when the time is right. Why you married me, how you know my mother. I’ll wait.”
“How about you? Anything else?”
“I’ll learn it,” Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d rather learn than to find everything out in one sitting. I don’t think my brain can handle it.”
You chuckle, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. “We’re not that bad.” Standing up from your spot, you start walking over to the kitchen.
And for the first time, Gojo feels his chest warm. The heat starts in the middle of his chest and grows out to his shoulders — heart beating softly yet he’s so warm. You laughed at him… let alone smiled? It was the prettiest thing he’s seen, the prettiest thing he’s heard.
Now all he wants to do is make you laugh and smile again, just to experience that feeling one more time.
Such a small moment ruined by the ringing of your phone. It’s sat on the table in front of Gojo, vibrating against the wood, and he’s who shares a look with you. He’s already scanned the contacts name — and when you speak of the devil, he shall appear.
“It’s your father.”
You wrinkled your forehead, furrowing your eyebrows. Your quizzed expression definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband — who shares almost the same face — but you’re confused because your father never called you, personally.
This could possibly be the first time he has ever called you.
“Answer it.”
Satoru reaches forward and grabs your cellular device, sliding the button across the bottom screen before setting it on speaker. “Y/N’s phone.”
“Ah, Gojo! Nice to hear from you, son. Where’s Y/N?”
“She’s busy right now, can I take a message?”
“Busy…?” A crude laugh leaves his lips. “I thought your honeymoon was over!”
“I’ll leave it up to your imagine, Sousuke,” Gojo’s growing a bit irritated for some reason. Maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t like this man, the way he treated his own wife and daughter — or that he’s questioning the whereabouts of his wife when he hasn’t been concerned about anything in her life. “What’s going on?”
There’s silence for a second, even a bit of rustling. There’s a faint ‘c’mon dad’ in the background that catches Gojo’s attention. But nothing shocks him more than this.
“There’s a banquet tonight and Y/N needs to be there. The whole family is coming, extended and conjoined — she needs to be there tonight for… her clan.”
Gojo looks over to you, and the confused expression on your face switches into a coy smirk. You placed your hand over your mouth, stopping any laughter that threatened to bubble out. This is the first time your father has ever made you laugh.
Your husband is confused, but after a few extremely awkward seconds of silence wedge it’s way between you three, you send him a thumbs up and a quick nod.
“We’ll be there.”
There’s a breath that huffs on the other side of the phone, and Sousuke’s tone switches to a perkier one right after. “See you later, son.”
The call ends.
“Are you gonna tell me why we’re happy to see the man that almost killed you when you were born?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Ichiji’s face once he heard Gojo’s words, replicating the :O perfectly.
“You’ll find out soon.”
And he will. Gojo enjoyed the thrill, the little secrecy between you both about this… but personally, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you — and that’s real reason he didn’t push for more information. Too busy staring at you. A beautiful spaghetti strapped gown, black, complimenting your skin and figure. You both decided on wearing black, considering this was short noticed — but you still managed to look stunning in his eyes.
Gorgeous, long hair curled and lying down your back, almost how it was for your wedding. Simple makeup, yet it sparkled — and Gojo loved when you did your makeup with sparkles. He loved your hair. He loved your frame, your attitude. He loved so much about you.
“I think we’re almost there, Gojo—”
“Satoru.” He corrects, catching your attention. Looking him right in the eyes, just how he liked it. “Call me Satoru from now on.”
As quick as you looked at him, you had to look away. Your face was burning, heat rushing from your cheeks to your ears. Knowing the type of man your husband is, you refrained from letting him see you blush for the reason you’d simply never hear the end of it.
“Whatever.” Is all you could bite back, and Gojo sat beside you with a smile, knowing the effect he had on you.
Either it was the stupid smirk he sports like an accessory, or it’s the fact his suit jacket is rested on his lap while his white, button up shirt has three buttons popped open, and his sleeves rolled up to show off the bracelet on one arm and the watch on the other. He knew his affect, he knew who he was.
He was Gojo motherfucking Satoru. Married and in love.
Assigned guards open the momentous, large doors to your family’s event room, revealing the football field sized area — with most, if not all, seats filled with people. Some you have never seen, some people you’ve been introduced to.
Your anxiety triples for some reason. The small huff that leaves your breath, wiping the sweat from your palms onto the material of your dress doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo… because he’s had his eyes on you since you left your shared home.
He wiggles his hand to yours, intertwining your fingers together. Stunned, you turn to send him a questioning look, one he reciprocates (in a mockingly way) and leans down to your height.
“Gotta keep up our facade, don’t we?”
He’s right — as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. It leaves you no choice but to nod, plaster a smile that’s not so fake anymore, and wrap your arm around your husbands back.
“We sure do.”
You both share a smile and walk down the steps into the room, capturing the attention from everyone surrounding you. They stand and welcome you, clapping at your arrival. Part of you asks if it’s for you — or your entirely famous husband.
And for some reason, once you’ve scanned the room and noticed half the women twirling their hair, applying more lipgloss or even trying to stand in a sexy manner, all for the attention of your husband, it grapples you some energy.
Enough energy to smile back and place your free hand on his chest, rock of a diamond glistening on your finger from the bright lights that lit the room.
Once the attention died down, everyone returned to their seats, and you and Gojo made your way over to the bar. Though they weren’t serving alcoholic drinks, the seating looked nice to you both. But before you could even get over there, you were stopped by two men.
The two men in your life aside from your husband.
“Y/N!” Sousuke claps his hands, looking down at you with a small smile — obviously forced. He’s about Gojo’s height, maybe an inch or two shorter. That doesn’t stop his from pushing his chest out, trying to match his statue. “Son.”
“Sousuke.” Gojo responds.
“I’m glad you two could join us tonight,” Sousuke takes a sip of the whiskey brown drink out of his glass, hissing at the taint taste after. “Just gotta keep you muzzled, don’t we? Don’t need you ruining another family event.”
To anyone else, these words from a father would cut their daughter in half — completely breaking them. But you’re used to it, it doesn’t personally upset you anymore, and it goes into one ear and out the other.
“I’d watch my words, Sousuke,” Your voice is a bit lower, not wanting to catch any attention around you — keeping that pretty smile on your lips. “Wouldn’t want me to leave, would you? Right? You needed me here tonight to keep up your ‘perfect father’ persona.”
Then it finally clicks. Gojo understands why you found the situation funny — a father who hates his daughter yet needs to use her to seem like he’s the best father someone could ask for. It’s a fake. He’s a phony.
Satoru thinks it’s hilarious.
Now the other man decides to speak up, taking a bold step next to his father.
“He doesn’t need you.” Ryou adds.
You yawn, fanning your eyes from tearing up, bored expression reading your face. “A bitch and his boy, tale as old as time,” You squeeze Gojo’s hand, giving him a quick look before turning your attention back to your father. “We were headed to the bar. Do me a favor — don’t ever step in my way again. You’re both critically annoying.”
Now walking around your brother, who’s fighting back the urge to grab you by your hair and stab you in your jugular, you and your husband were finally able to reach the bar.
You both take seats next to one another, and he quickly takes this opportunity to look you in the face with a smile — a proud and genuine one.
“That was… strangely attractive.”
“You think so?”
He nods, almost hypnotized in your eyes. After a moment of just gazing at one another, you roll your eyes and lean forward to tap his leg.
“Maybe I’ll call you bitch boy from now on.”
Gojo hums, taking a sip of water from his champagne glass. He sets it down next to yours. “What do you wanna eat tonight?”
It sounded so domestic of him to ask, slightly causing your eyes to widen as the sudden question. “Uh,” You pick up your glass, swirling the tap water around. “I can cook something.”
“You’re not burning my rice cooker again.”
“Well, that’s mean.”
“Thank you all for attending tonight, it was an honor and a pleasure to see so many familiar faces,” Sousuke stands at the mic, hands rested to his side. He’s wrapped in a designer suit, one that he’ll throw away right after using it because ‘real men don’t rewear clothes’. “Now that our night has come to an end, I have a special announcement to tell you all about.”
“Mark your calendars, request time off, set a reminder, and grab your popcorn — watch the Shio Clan’s Generational fight next week, here in this very room.”
The crowd gasps, all clapping their hands together to the amazing news. You, on the other hand, watched with wide eyes, catching eye contact with the man who birthed you, smile at your reaction.
Why is he telling them before you?
And so soon? The fights usually doesn’t happen until the end of the year!
You can’t possibly do anything big in a week.
Seven full days? That’s your warning time?
You’re absolutely pissed.
He laughs into the mic, raising his hands up in surrender. “I won’t hold up your time! You all get home safe — and I’ll see you here next week!”
Everyone around you begins to stand from their position, gathering their belongings to hit the road. The Shio household is located in the backroads of bumb—fuck and it’ll take anyone twenty minutes minimum to find their way out of here.
You, on the other hand, stand from the stool you were sat in, turning to go give your father a piece of mind. Maybe even kill him in front of everyone he knows and spit on his dead body. All until a gentle yet firm grip catches onto your wrist, stopping you from going anywhere.
He spins you around, forcing you to look into his vibrant blue eyes, which strangely bubbled your anger down the slightest. Just a sprinkle.
Gojo drops your wrists and raise his palms to your face, cupping your jaw gently. “He’s not worth it. Keep this anger you have, use it next week.”
“Satoru—”
“Find somewhere and bottle it up. Close the bottle and store it away. Use it at the right time,” The more he looks at you, the more you look at him, it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending anymore. You couldn’t even tell if there were people around anymore, and you didn’t care. “We can do a lot in week. And after that when you kick bitch boy’s ass.”
You chuckle.
There was that pretty sight, pretty sound. The laugh that followed your heaven sent smile. He’s so giddy he got you to do it again, he’s even smiling along with you.
Silence. It seems to be the thing between you two. A comfortable silence. Like getting into bed when it’s raining; after a warm shower; the shiver you have when you’re about to sleep. Or like trying your favorite food again for the first time in forever, reminding you of the sweet memories you had before.
You melt. Melt into his hands as he cups your cheeks, and for the first time, you take a step forward to bury your face into his chest. He moves his hands to cup your head, burying his fingers in your head of hair.
“Thank you.” You whisper. Loud enough for him to hear it, big enough so he’d never forget it.
Satoru sets his chin on your head, throwing his arms around you. “Don’t mention it.”
“If I’m sleeping in your bed again, the air has to be on,” You’re sticking the key into you and Gojo’s home, unlocking all three locks before pushing the door open. “You’re so warm, I was sweating in that bed.”
“So take your clothes off this time.” He responds nonchalantly, brushing past you to shut the door and lock it back.
You roll your eyes. “Pervert— Oh my god!” You shout, jumping in your spot.
Gojo kicks the door shut, grabbing you by the material of your dress and pulling you behind him. His infinity is switched on and he’s scanning the home for the reason you screamed.
How did anyone even get in here?
Until his eyes fell on the woman seated on your couch. The playful demeanor he sported now drops, back into the man he was whenever he was dealing with cursed spirits. Back into Gojo Satoru — not your husband or the man that was falling in love with you.
“You know who I am?”
The woman nods to his answer, she looks as petrified as you are.
“So you know I can kill you before you can blink again, right?”
She holds her hands up in surrender, shaking her head at his threat. “Please don’t… I’m not here to hurt anyone.”
Maybe you were stupid to believe her, but with a man like your husband threatening to take her life and the shakiness in her voice absolutely shattered your heart, you grabbed onto Gojo’s hand and walked forward the slightest, keeping close to him.
Hi! Are there any similarities between Akuma and your new series (I forgot the name), I can’t wait to read both
i actually planned to make the reader two different people! y/n in akuma is definitely more stronger, she’s open about her feelings and she feels everything so lightly. she bottles it up and suffers with it.
in senorita, the reader is much more emotional. shes raw, she feels stuff so deeply and she’s not afraid to cry or get upset or show her true feelings!
