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Updated 02/18/2026

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Toxic (Enjin x Reader)

Yallll this is smuttt! sorry ive been MIA! Mama's been busy and tired and going through it! But take this and enjoy! I plan to write more gachiakuta stuff, but uhhh bear with me! The same goes for OPLA stuff! I just havent watches s2 yet!

Anyway, enjoy!

“Enjin’s back.” Semiu grins, watching your face contorts in irritation.

“Ion wanna see his lying ass.” You scoff, chair scooting against the floor.

You and Enjin were in the middle of a bit of a lovers quarrel anddddd it was starting to beome the entire bases problem. Which was not only irritating for everyone but it also meant that when you two finally made up, they'd have to deal with that shit too.

Annnnd there he was. The tatted blonde with that fuck ass, shit eating grin that made your blood boil. He was making his way to Semiu's desk, not paying you any mind.

"Eveningggg darlin," Enjin greets and your ears perk up breifly, only for him to put his hand up with a faux smile.

"I was talking to Semiu," He hums cockily.

You swear your blood pressure skyrockets.

"Kick rocks." You spit, arms folded as the brown-skinned woman lets out an exasperated sigh.

"How long are you two gonna keep this up?" She asks, handing Enjin a report paper, only for you to snatch it from him just as his fingertips grazed it.

"Fuck something else up again?" You scoff, watching his eye twitch before he snatches the paper back again.

"I don't think that's any of your business." He shoots back, grabbing a pen from the cupholder.

Your eyes roll and Semiu has already backed up so you two could have your little back-and-forth tiff.

"Sounds like a lotta shit 'ain't my bussiness' these days." You mutter, the air becoming tense.

The while reason you two were fighting was because of just that. Enjin had a bad habit of coming and going without telling you were he was, and this time, the anxiety had become too much.

You'd assumed the worst, and he had cheated before...you just were dumb enough to forgive him...but the doubt remained, and the trust had already been broken.

Your eyes narrow, and without another word, you stand and leave, hearing Semiu release a breath.

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"Are they still fighting?" Riyo asks, her brow raised at you and Enjin, who were not attached to one another's hips.

"This is the longest one yet...its annoying as hell." Zanka mutters back, choosing to ignore the fact that his 'parents' were fighting.

You're sitting beside Bro, chatting him up with your eyes cut narrow at Enjin. The one time everyone is at the base, he decided to piss you off.

And he could say the same, sitting with Semiu, who was actively trying to get him to apologize.

"I've got nothing to apologize for." He speaks cockily, smoke leaving his lips as his eyes narrow at you.

And there you were, sipping your drink and watching him like he'd explode if you stared at the center of his forehead logn enough.

"You don't think you should both make amends?" Bro encourages, your head shaking in disbelief.

"Fa what? His cheatin ass just gon do it again, n my dumbass...I've forgiven him for little shit in the past, but I'm done." You mutter, Enjin catching every word.

Yeahhh you say that, and then you end up face down in a pillow while he chants just how sorry he is and 'how could he ever leave you or this pussy alone.'

Much like how he was now.

It didnt take long for you two to run into eachother after dinner, and when you did you ran the same routine. Pretending to be mad still (as if you were innocent and hadn't fucked other guys behind his back.)

And he would flirt, touching you just enough and all too little. Knowing you'd follow behind him like a lost puppy just to be put through the matress again.

And you'd both talk shit...just like how you were now, despite drooling into the sheet with every deep, brutal stroke he gives you.

"Feel good? S' all yours baby, " You slur, rolling your hips against his as he groans, grip on your wrists tightening as he snaps his hips forward to meet your ass.

"So good babe, bet you tried to replace this and you couldn't, huh? No one stretches you out just right like- fuck- like how I do, huh darlin?" He shoots back, the wet squelching down right debacherous.

"No En-mmmhmmm~ Enji-in they can't." You whine, stomach twisting in a knot.

He can feel it, using his free hand to land a smack across your already reddened cheek before threading his fingers into your scalp.

"Ahhhh i don't think i heard you babe, say it a little louder for me?" he asks, slowing his pace just to torture you.

You squeeze down, and he chuckles.

"No one can fuck me how you do!" You cry, legs wobbly as he takes his swweet time, delaying your impending orgasm.

"Ahh you can do better than that can't you n/n?" He asks, grunting when you arch your back more, taking matters intoyour own hands and fucking back against him.

"Shut up and make me cum already!" Yo demand, and he snickers, hitting the deepest parts of you, every vein rubbing against your walls.

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The things you say, dude… (OPLA X Reader with no filter)

Opla headcannon and a reader with no fuckin filter in the best(worst) way possible

P.S. Sorry this took so long, y'all I had mad writer's block lmao. Enjoy~

Zoro

-Is slightly amused with half the things that come out of your mouth.

-His favorite thing is when you mumble something overly sarcastic and really bit by because 9/10 he was thinking the same damn thing

-“I’d rather shit in my hand and clap.” You scoff, turning on your heels and making your way to the back of the ship. He snickered at that.

-“Stop talking it’s making my head hurt.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

-You gasp dramatically, taking the time to fuck with Sanji with a shocked, “Oh my gosh so you’re not illiterate!” You were only saying it to be an asshole but it definitely made Zoro bite his tongue to hold back a rare laugh.

-You love talking shit with Zoro mid fight and seeing him crack that stupid smile.

-“I’m not about to argue with a mf in blue jeans and a trench coat ” you chuckle

-he definitely smiles at that, Mihawk does NOT though-

-your humor and sarcasm just might make him fall for you if you're not careful.

Luffy

-Doesn't pick up on your sarcasm most of the time, but kinda just awkwardly smiles like, how you would when you already asked someone to repeat themselves 3 times and you still didn’t hear what they said. Yeah, that kind of smile

-He does however enjoy seeing you laugh at your own jokes and comments. He thinks you have the prettiest smile.

-“She could suck a golffball through a garden hose.” You snicker, hoping no one heard your shit talk but there was your Captain, wide eyed, trying to figure out what that meant.

-Often hears you yell out, “PLEASE GOD STRIKE ME DOWN.” In any minor inconvenience and he finds it kinda funny.

-“I wonder if a fall from this height would kill me.” You groan, coughing a bit when Luffy’s hand impacts your shoulder.

“Y/n! Don’t talk like that! Besides that’s far too low to the ground!” Bless his heart….

Sanji

-Has heard more than one sly comment fall from your mouth and always catches your eye on him when you do, like some kind of mutual ‘yeah I said that shit out loud and I know you agree’ type thing.

-He finds it funny when you rant to him while he’s cooking. You just say the most outlandish shit and it always makes him giggle when he’s far too focused.

-“I mean I’m not saying I wouldn't care if he bellyflopped into a vat of acid…but I’m not exactly gonna lose sleep over it .”

-Thinks it’s so funny when you side eye people when you’re out as a crew. Like your side eyes is VICIOUS and it’s so funny to him.

-“This bitch..." You mumble, looking at him to see if he heard the same bs you just did.

-Talks shit in french together and its hilarious seeing Zoro pretend like he's not trying to decode what yall are saying.

Nami

-Literally the queen of talking shit and making backhanded comments. Much like zoro, that sarcasm and attitude might just make her fall for you.

-She the 'Gimmie that fawking plate" to your "You thought you ate?"

-You two will often swindle drinks of all kinds out of men who look dumb enough to fall for your scams.

-You two are the shadiest duo known to mannnn and it’s insane

-"I know you see him, girl, look.” You whisper, looking at the man who had just walked in, looking every bit of embarrassed. All you have to do is make eye contact with each other, and you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach and all.

-"Just happy to look a mess my goddddd-"

-You guys finish each other's sentences sometimes, and its so funny but so cute. yall interlinked fr fr.

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"Come back to bed, baby," You purr sleepily in your husband's ear, his shoulders relaxing when you loosely dangled your arms over them. You bury your face into his neck, still smelling his cologne and it melts you from the inside out.

"In a moment, dearest," He responds, just a quick, focused on the set of papers before him. His hands are illuminated by the faint glow of the desk lamp and you slide your palms over the tops of his, toying with the watch at his wrist.

The desk clock illuminated a faint red 2:45am and you drag his suspenders from off his shoulders, fidgetign with his tucked button down before slowly poping the little ivory cirles from the fabric one by one.

'S' late love. Come to bed." You beg quietly, pressing kisses to his temples as he releases a breath, leaning back into you your chest sitting against his bac.

"Are you her to get me to go to bed or sosmethign else?" he questions, liftign your wrist to his lips, standing fromt he hair jsut to tower over you ever so slightly.

"Am i wrong to want both? Its cold without you." You admit, taking his hands and guiding him to your shared bedroom, where the comforter was already peeled back for the both of you.

-Can go for either Nanami or Higuruma

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Substitute(Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 3.2k

Desc: Miss Y/n is reassigned per letter from the US. Gojo hasnt spoken to her in days and she mucst figure out whether this is worth the stress. Nanami and Miss y/n chat and Gojo fianlly lets himself have something for once.

A/n: This is a long one and the last chaper for a little bit! I'll be watching season 2 and then coming back to the drawing board for what happens next! Hopefully you guys enjoyed and I cant wait to push more chapters outtt :D

Enjoy!~

Warnings: sexual content, cunnilingus, pinv, backshots lol, Gojo counts as a service top? unprotected (wrap it up shluts<3)

Link to Chapter 9 Found---> HERE

Chapter 10 Soul Tie

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Classified Mail For Y/n L/n

The envelope in your hand makes your stomach sink, and you can’t help but suck in a breath. With shaky hands you tear the paper open, swallowing down hard as you pace around your room. 

There was too much going on. The students were on a 3 week break after Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara were injured on a mission, and Gojo thought it’d be best if they had a chance to just be kids for a minute. 

Speaking of Gojo, he hadn't spoken to you in about 4 days. Since dropping you off at your apartment that night he simply disappeared. He wasn’t on the campus. He wasnt at his flat. He just…vanished. And god did it make you heart hurt.

 You had to find out from Megumi and Nanami that he had left on business and would be gone for a week. You inhale through your nose, already preparing for the worst upon opening the paper inside the unsealed envelope. 

Dear Y/N L/N,

Your reports have been review by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and  Central Intelligence Agency. Upon viewing of said documents and the prearranged mission and tasks given on X/XX/XXX, you presence is requested for the summer season until further notice. Thank you for your service and assistance on this task.

 Any further questions, comments, concerns or requests can be filed through the form attached on the bottom line of this document. If you would like to speak to a representative, call the number bellow or email. Messages, Mail, and Voicemails may not be viewed until 3-7 business days after being received. 

Your eyes close, stress already melting back into your system. You had to leave? Like now??? Makes sence, you’d been sent a set of plane tickets with stops within the country (more work for you to comeplete before really gettign home). 

What hurt he most was the fact that…you didn’t want to leave…you wanted to stay here with them. You wanted to watch the students grow, and learn and be stronger! You didn't even get to befriend Nanami! Or go drinking with Shoko!

Tears well in your eyes as Satoru bulldozes to the front of your mind. Where was he??? You wanted to talk to him, tell him you were sorry, show him. 

And now you’re debating being reassigned and relocated to stay here longer. But you knew they didn’t need you. They had done so much for you though…you couldn't leave...not yet.

*RRRRRRRIIIIP*

The letter lands in the trash and upon taking it outside, you drop a lit match, scorching the can as you look over your shoulder…just in case. Did this count as going AWOL? You sigh, kicking the small trash over before looking down at your phone.

‘Can we talk?’ Gooojo <3 -sent 10 minutes ago-

One fucking thing after another.

~~ “Are you fond of Gojo?” Namami asks, standing opposite of you in the recovery room as your face contorts into something sour.

 It’s all fake thought, you knew you liked Gojo, and you had an inkling he liked you too and just couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut. Hence why Nanami was asking. Or maybe Nanami was simply curious before he made a mov on you himself? 

Nahhh that didn’t sound right. 

“I..I mean he cool or whatever.” You state plainly, abiding Nanamis seriosu gaze. 

“Y/n,” He begins, his head tilting to the side, like he already knew something you've yet to accept for yourself. 

“I…Nanami, you of all people should know that whatever is going on won't work. We don’t…” You struggle to find the words, dragging your hands down your face in exhaustion. 

“Forgive my boldness but, have you and Gojo been speaking outside of work?” Nanami asks, no judgement in his tone. 

At least none you could pick up on. 

You nod. 

“I really like him. A lot, but we can’t be doing this. I'm not even supposed to talk to him on the daily like I do.” You huff out, shaking your head. 

“Gojo is an idiot. And he doesn't belive he desrves nice things.” Nanami begins, straightening his tie with a exhausted looking expression. 

“And he would be even more of one to deny himself the pleasue of having you in his life as more than just a temporary coworker like I did.” He finishes, looking at you solemnly. 

“Get well soon Miss L/N.” He finishes, and you’re left looking at the bouquet of yellow roses and daffodils.~~

Now pacing outside of Gojo's flat, you wait for him to return. Only a few more minutes now and you'd be having a hard conversation. The last thing you needed was a long distance situationship and with Nanami’s memory ringing in your head, you know this has to be done. 

He arrived in a flash, again, just thinking about him conjures him up. He looks tired, blindfold loose on his face and he freezes when he sees you. Like he wasn't expecting you to actually show up. 

“You came…?”

“Yeahh bruh don’t get excited.” You mutter, following him inside as he gives a small laugh. 

Another stretch of silence to the front door and by time you’re settled inside, a thick sheet of tensions lays over you like a blanket. It’s weird, it had always been weird but this more so than other times. 

“So…have fun last weekend?” He begins, and you can already feel your blood boiling. He really knew how to tapdance on every last one of your nerves.

“Yeah, it was cool. Don’t really remember it. But I remember seeing you.” You answer, and he nods, leaning against the counter. 

Another beat of silence. 

“Have fun on your little work trip?” You shoot back, arms folded over your chest. 

“Yeah, it was cool.” He responds flatly, thowing your own response in your face. 

Gojo’s bright blue eyes look you up and down. 

“Uh huh.”

You sigh out in irritation, throwing your hands up in frustration. 

“You ain't text me, call me, nothin? Did the trip involve other bitches I don't know about orrrr what?” You interrogate, hearing him chuckle bitterly and shake his head. 

“What’s your problem? You walked out me.” 

He was right though. After your conversation you just…left. You didn't tell him you were goingout you unshared your location and you were ok with him stalking you page for answers. 

In fact, you had posted that story specifically for him to see and whis he had never said that shit to you. 

“My problem is mothafuckas being unsure about me. I don’t need someone second guessing their love for me.” You explains simply, and Gojo nods. 

“You haven’t exactly been transparent either. Why did I have to find out from Nanami that this was more serious to you than you led on?” He asks and you walk away. 

Well at least attempted to before he’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist. 

“Stop.” He directs, firm and irritated. 

Gojo takes a breath, lips pressed into a thin line before the already loose blindfold slide down and drapes over his neck.

Blue clashes with brown. 

“We need to be completely honest with eachother-”

“They’re sending me back home in a week. I burned the letter, but they had already sent flight details.”

His eyes widen, blinking widely as he processes your statement. 

“I-...Already? You didn’t even finish your task-Yuuji hasn’t even…” He’s stunned, chest shuddering with each breath. 

You nod, feeling his grip soften as you now, eyes burning. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't this just be a noral stupid sneaky link?!

“Yep. And I probably wont be back.” You whisper, not trusting your voice at full volume. 

“So what now Satoru?” You ask, eying him with an exprssion that says ‘don’t waste my mf time right now bro’.

He's looking dead at you, blue still clashing with brown and before you can even must the courage to be mad, hes guiding you by the back of your neck, closer to him. 

You can feel every bone in your body begging you to stop him, to make him explain, make him take back everything he said to make the hurt easier to swallow without the sugarcoated bullshit. 

But you dont, because feeling his hands on you for the first time in a week sparks something electric in your veins. And it’s in the way he eyes your plump glossed lips. 

It's in the calculated way he managed to squeeze a handful of your ass, and before you know it you're lifted onto the counter. 

He’s whispering against your neck, the baritone making your thighs clench. He massages circles into your hips and thighs, kissing up your neck. 

“I’m not good at this Y/n belive me I wish I was.” He breathes out, inhaling the shea butter scent soaked into your soft melenated skin. 

“You jokin’?” You laugh, the sound turning into a whine. 

“Good things don’t last for me,” He explains, kissing up your jaw and under your ear now. 

Satoru threads his finger into your scalp, massaging the roots, taking care not to tug at your tightly curled kinks and coils.

“I want this to last.” He nods, searching your eyes for any form of protest but you’re putty in his hands, nodding in agreement. 

“Stop being scary.” You instruct, your lips hovering over one another, until finally he gives in.

He's not aggressive, not in the slightest. But you can taste the yearning on his tongue. His hands roam your body, tongue pushing past your lips and you happily accept it, your own glossed ones nearly swallowing his. 

Heat speads through your stomach and Gojo lifts your leg, guiding it around hsi waist. He’s surprisingly cold, despite his face hot and tinted a nice share of dusty pink. 

The contrast of chocolate against cream was palpable. With slender fingers, he pushes your shirt up and over your head, worshiping ever inch of skin revealed with wandering hands and open mouthed kisses. 

“Help me get these off you,” He asks breahtlessly, tugging at the waistband of your shorts hastily, squeezing the plush of your thighs as you nod, shyly pulling the fabric off. 

He sucks in a breath, grabbing a handful o your breast in hishands, kissing your shoulders now as you steady yourself ont he countertop. It doesnt last long though, becuase Gojo is already securing your around his waist before lifting off the marble and carrying you to his room. You can feel him poking you and you let out a desperate ‘fuck’ to which he smirks at. 

Cocky bastard.

Against plush sheets, little is said, and all you can do is wince at the cool air that graces the wet spot over your panties. 

“Let me show you how sorry I am, please.” He asks, kneeling at the edge of the bed with eyes begging for a taste of you. 

“O-Okay…” You nod, hand coming to cup his cheek, and he leans into it like a puppy begging desperatly for table scraps. 

Your legs instictively flex around his face, and he moans. Gojo takes his time, cupping your thighs, pressing kissed to the edges of your panties and using his thumb to swipe down your clothed clit. 

“Open up for me,” He asks, pushing the fabric to the side before sliding his fingers up your folds, pulling a moan from your kiss bitten lips.

He swallows the sounds, kissing you every time he pushing his fingers into you, each thrust a little deeper than the last until you'd swallowed up his fingers down to the base. 

He talks when he fucks, making sure you feel good, telling you how well your pussy sucks his fingers in. 

You're squelching and clinging to his shoulders. He kissed the knot that had made its way in between your brows as you try to chase that high. 

“Thats my girl, look how well you're taking my fingers baby?” It’s so full of admiration and awe, it makes you clench around him.

He works hardser, stretching your walls until they remember the shape of him. When he pulls away his fingers are sticky, coated with you, and he lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean before lowerign again and tearing your underwear off. 

“Satoru, baby,” You whimper, noticing his clothe state, yearing to make the situation more fair.

“Let me take care of you. At least just for the night.” He asks, already licking a stripe up your folds, the feeling mking you buck agaisnt his face. 

He grins, getting a mouthful of you, slippily lapping at your folds and the bundle of nerves above them. 

“Fuck taste so good, why didn’t I do this sooner?” He cursed himself, squishing his face between you r thighs. 

“M’ so sorry I neglected you ‘n this pussy for so longgg,” he whimpers, humming into you before adding the same two fingers from before.

Your stomach is clenching right along with your legs, the feeling making you curl closer and closer over the edge. 

“So close, m-make me cum Satoru, please. I wanna cum on your face.” You whimper, threading your fingers through his hair and he responds with curling his fingers up against your g-spot. 

Stars

Gojo drinks in the sound of you coming undone, how you ride his face and chase your high, tongue not letting up as he zeros in on your expression. The way your back arches, how your voice pitched up and your legs trembled the longer he stayed down there.

 He takes pride in the wet spot you left. 

The bed dips and you desperately claw at the fabric  of his shirt. He eagarly peels it off, one hand still gripping your waist. You can feel his bulge pushing against you and you mewl at the feeling, still sensitive. 

His chest is heaving, a little paler than the rets of him and you lift as much you can to press kisses to his collar. 

He shudders, holding you closer, breathing in the teatree oil’s scent etched into your scalp. He shudders when your fingers graze the line of his abs. 

Speadking of which, you could feel your mouth water just looking at them. Hes got  the palest pink nipples and the longer you liik the more you wanna-

Your tongue darts out to suck one, and something close to a shock shot through Satoru’s body, his face falling into your neck with a whimper so pathetic, you didn’t think it came from him.

“Hah~ Fuckkk,” He half laughs, lulling his head back, adams apple bobbing deliciously. 

Your smile grows, and you mimic the motion on the other side, and he shudders, bucking into the side of your leg, arms faltering for a moment whilst holding him up. 

He fights to pull his boxers off, your bodies sticking to one another the hotter you get. Your legs cinch around his waist, stomach flexing when the head of his cock brushes against your slick.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.” He huffs, the both of you whimpering when he pushed the head beteeen your lips. 

Just barey grazing over your clit, still senstive.  You flinch, squeezing his biecep. 

Brown mixes with blue, your eyes meeting under thick lashes and heavy eyelids. Your fingers curl over his hip, guiding him into you and he hises, bending to kiss your knee. 

Sartoru’s hips meet yours at a gentle pace, soon increasing in speed and force when you arched off the bed, begging him for more.

“Fuck, c’mon baby, keep squeezin’ me.” He huffs, the sound along making you look away in embarassment.

Wet

He grins, the bed shaking when he thrusts into you agin, head rolling back. Between his groans and your incessant moaning, he’s bount to come undone nay minute now.

 He's gone when your arms wrap around his neck, your forehead meeting. You crane yoruneck up, and he meet you halfway, lips melting into one nothers, swallowing up eachothers moans with your tongues.

“M’ gonna cum, shit-” Satoru warns, slowing to try and prolong it but you shake your head, hand ssnaking down to his throat, fingers at his jaw. 

“You don’t wanna cum for me?” You ask, raising a brow and he looks pussy drunk above you, pelvis somehow coated in you, sliping against your own. 

He shakes his head, then nods, and shudders, hips rocking into yours. 

“I-I, fuck dont do this to me n/n,” He half begs, pulling out jus tto flip you onto your stomach, thrustign into you again amid placing kisses between yoru shoulder blades. 

And now it's your turn to run.

The resounding smack from your ass meeting his hips makes you shiver, tugging at his white bedsheets while your pussy memorized the upward curve of his cock and the thick veins that ran up the underside. 

“Fuck! Satoru m’ gonna cum again.” You warn, clenching around him.

He picks up speed, letting his chest fall against your back, skin to skin now as he grabs a handful of you, grounding himself. His hands guide yours behind your back, holding you secure, 

Your cheek pushees deeper into the matress.

“I know baby, I- damn it, I can feel you squeezing around me.” He half chuckles, damn near crying at how good you felt wrapped around him. 

Soon enough, your gushing around him, slick running down your thigh and mixing with his. You can feel his breath hollow and hot against your neck and his fingers intertwined with yours. A whimper leaves your lips when he pulls out, cum spilling down your thighs and he swears at himself. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didnt mean to… I’ll get you something for this later.” He reassures, still laying against your back, now in a rush to let you go. 

“S’okay, I didn't tell you to pull out,” You hum, massaging the back of his hand with a soft smile. 

There’s a silence and he finally lifts off you, kissing your temple before quickly tugging his briefs back on. You search for your shirt and the running water slightly catches you off guard. He comes back with a warm wash cloth and a sheepish look on his flushed face.

“Thought I was just gonna leave you hanging?” He hums, kissing your cheek. 

“Don’t expect to get me to not care anymore…expecially after this.” He reassures, your eyes meeting. 

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Intermission: Post XXX Clarity

You're wathcing his chest rise and fall, skin to skin. 

“I’m sorry, for everything.” He mutters, holding your ear to his chest now, and the steady drum starts to rock you to sleep. 

“Why did you pick me up that night and then ghost me?” You ask, his breath faltering. 

There's a little silence and he kisses the top of your head, the heat had made your fro shrink.

“I realized I cared about you a lot more than I wanted to admit…and it…scared me.” He explains, tracing circles into your shoulders.

 He’s so warm, and you can feel him holding you tighter and tighter as the hours pass. 

“I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I won't stop myself from loving you anymore.” He admits, nuzzling into the top of your head. 

It lingers and you nod, praying he was telling you the truth. You'd see how real he was being with the distance. You don't concern yourself with that now though, enjoying this soft fuzzy feeling while it lasts. And when your eyes flutter shut, you’re home.

'I won’t stop myself from loving you.'

...to be continued

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Substitute (Satoru Gojo xx Black!Reader)

LINK TO CHAPTER 8 FOUND ----> HERE

LINK TO CHAPTER 10 ---> HERE

Wordcount: 1.5k (sum slight after that last long ass chapter)

Desc: Gojo and Y/n's situationship is ricky, and y/n is sick of the uncertainty. Gojo comes to the brutal realization that this involves a lot more feelings than he originally planned.

A/n: The next chapter is smut, buttttttt this might make it a lil more like satisfying lol. Its a whole will they wont they thing rn i guess-

Enjoy~

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Chapter 9 Is It Wickedness? Is It Weakness?

Late July rolls around and things have been less than professional with Gojo. Your nights now had been spent in his flat laid on his chest rather than in your own mini hotel room.

 Despite it all, you were coming to the realization that Gojo hated labels. 

Nooooo you didn't fuck…but you might as well have if there was gonna be this much emotional baggage and uncertainty. 

 3 weeks of trying to pull the answer from him. 3 weeks of posting arms to your stories and vaugly referencing him through SZA lyrics your patients was dwindling. 

Weeks of touching and teasing and wanting more, you forced yourself to asked. 

Perched on his couch, you're curled up on the edge, body slightly draped against the armrest as you watch him. Just across, facing you with legs draped over the side of the cushion, Gojo sit with his hands partially folded as if awaitng bad news.  

You know he’s hurting slightly, the blindfold discarded somewhere so that he's got his baby blues focused on you. You, in one of his sweaters, biker short riding up your thighs with your afro giving you some kind of halo. 

Like an angel, what he often liked to think of you as lately. 

“Well?” He breaks the silence, shifting uncomfortable. 

You’d also learned that Gojo hated hard conversations.

With a roll of your eyes you take a breath,sittig up and somewhat holding yourself. It's hard to speak, out of fear as to what might follow after this. You swallow, the sleeves of his hoodie engulfing your hands.

“What are we doing?” You mumble, shaking your head with a slight frown that makes Gojo falter, his eyebrows angling down. 

“Sitting on the couch?”

“You finna piss me off.” You breathe, anxiety filling your throat as you twirl the beeda bees at the nape of your neck.

“You’re reading into it too much.” 

“The fuck? We talked about this three weeks ago and you still ain't made a effort to claim me!” You blink rapidly, throeign your hands up in defeat.

“Relax, we didn’t even fuck.” He chuckles bitterly, standing from the couch, leavign you in disbelief. 

“So thats what it takes…?” It’s low and insecure, and youre that little girl again begging for someone to choose her. To love her. 

To be proud to have her beside them.

“No, and you know that's not what I'm saying. You're acting like we did and its annoying.” He huffs. 

You’d never know it but pushing you away was hurtign a lot more now that he wanted it to. He doesn't bring himself to look at your face because he knows its gonna break his heart.

And when the front door slams shut, and his sweater is sittin balled up on the couch, he knows he’s fucked up beyond repair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The clubs in Tokyo were lit as fuck. You managed to get yourself out tonight, taking advantage of hurt. After about 4 of those nifty little -196 seltzers an a bottle of soju, no one could tell you SHIT.

You'd dolled yourself up, snapping a pic to post on your story, responses and comments flowing in almost immediately. The caption reads ‘Bad bitch takes JPN’ with a winking tongue out emoji.

‘Okay perioddddd’ -commented by shay.la.la ‘Playin on company time lmfao you widlin’ -commented by rayon100 ‘INTERNATIONAL GYAL REAL INTERNATIONAL’ -dionteeee.bby

It was nice for a second, but soon you're making yourself upset at the fact that Gojo hadn’t even viewed the story. You sallow, fighting tears before making yourself bounce to the music. 

And its not long before you're rolling your hips and shaking ass with a group of girl just as drunk as you were. Hands managed to wander up your sides through the night as melodies by Fetty Wap and Travis Scott blast on bass filled speakers. 

‘What the hell Japan know about-? Chile anyway,’ 

You don't concern yourself with hearing your people but not seeing them at the moment.

You were too busy looking at your dry ass phone…well sort off. Apparently you were being spammed…and for hours now. On your home screen, 12 different missed calls and messages had it lit up. 

“Ouhhhh girl it looks like you in trouble.” One of the girls in the group slurred drunkenly, her accent thick as she points to a tall white haired male looking dead. At. you. 

Satoru…

You pause, looking down at the dress you wore, praying you didn't have a nip slip. You fluff your afro, heart racing but the alcohol forcing drunken confidence out of you. 

You straighten your posture, hips loose and the meat of your ass just barely peeks through the hem of the dress.

Your lethal.

The strobe lights hit your skin in a  way Satoru can only describe as ethereal. He wants to be mad, he really does, but he cant seem to muster it.

 You're drunk out of your mind right now, making friends with strangers after yelling at him through voice messages and sloppily typed ones. The only reason why he knew you were here is because you accidentally sent your location 4 hours ago and as if he wasn't already worried, this took the cake. 

He inhales sharply, watching you straighten and fix your face before walking towards him, only to walk past, just slightly bumping his shoulder. Instinctively his hand grabs your wrist and you snatch away, poking your finger into his chest.

Just like you had months ago.

His lips are pressed in a thin line, eyes just barely visible under the dark sunglasses and your eyes are glossed over, like you're trying not to cry. 

You’re cussin at him, telling him to leave you alone. To let you go and that he’s ‘reading too much into this.’ It's like a punch to the gut but he takes it anyway. 

And when you're sobbing the flat expression on his face falters before he's got you slung over his shoulder. 

He’s polite, apologizing to the people around for your outburst, and then thanking the group of girls for taking care of you. 

They too, reprimanded him. Gyat damn how much did you blab about him to these strangers??

Your afro and ass bounce with every step he takes, eventually hearing your crying come to a quiet stop. Tucking you into the passenger seat, your eyes struggle to stay open as you groan, trying to reach for him before he closes the passenger door.  

The car ride is silent, mainly because you'd fallen asleep and he refused to blast music right now. He knows you'd rather come back to his flat, but the best course of action would be tot ake you home. 

And he does, using the spare you'd given him to unlock your door and gently ret you down on the bed, your body flopping back onto the mattress as a soft snore leaves your lipstick stained lips. The glitter sparkling on your exposed skin sticks the sheets while he unlaces your heels. 

It’s muscle memory, despite never having done this. He thinks he’s seen your night routine enough to know what you do before bed.

 Gojo props your heels off and manages to find your makeup wipes in the slew of perfumes, makeup pallets and tubes of foundation. 

And with a gentle hand, all the paint washes away, revealing your blemishes. 

He drinks in the sight.

You stirr in your sleep, half awake as your mouth turn downward in a frown, your shoulders lurching a bit as you try to swallow down-

Annnnnd now he’s holding your afro into a little puff with his fist while he over rubs your back. You’re crying again and even though this situation should be annoying him, its the farthest thing from it. 

You’re the farthest thing from it.

“I’mmm sorryyyyyy” You cry into the toilet bowl, spitting as he gently thumbs circles on your lower back. 

“You all done?” He asks gently, your embarrassed nod falling short when you spit into the toilet bowl again. 

“Nooooo you-why did you come to get me! You don't even like me anymore!” You cry, and hearing it makes his heart sink…because you were right.

He didn't like you… He loved you.

And upon that realization, he carried you to bed(after helping you brush your teeth). Satoru drops the little trash can by the edge of your bed, setting your half empty water bottle beside it with a half smile. 

He turns to leave, hand already on the door, but he doesnt yet. Not before pressing the softest kiss to your gel slicked temple.

~~~~~~~12:34pm~~~~~~~~

Hangover; noun Definition: A severe headache or other aftereffects caused by drinking an excess of alcohol.

Your fro is smooshed flat on one side and everything hurts for some reason. And swallowing feels impossible when your throat feel bout dry as the damn saharah. 

“Ouhhh shit we had a time last nighttttt.” You rasp, speaking to no one but yourself. 

You stand, surprised you're in pajamas and your pillow isn't covered in makeup. 

‘What happened last night???’ 

Your lets wobble when you stand, and you crash into your tiny trash can that was placed on by the edge of the bed. The real kicker was that you phone was nicely plugged in beside your said clean pillow. 

Despite the confusion, part of you already knew who was behind it.

[sinning-23]

Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 3k (its a long one)

Desc: The incident with the exchange program comes to an end, and after all is said and done, Gojo keeps his word and treats Miss l/n to a meal. Talk of the patch face curse spirit and missing special grade curse objects stirs concern. On the other hand, the show must go on, and the students play a friendly game of baseball. Gojo and Miss l/n cross professional boundaries and are left with...an unlikely situationship.

A/n: Enjoy~ P.s This is a long one

Link To Chapter 7 Found--> HERE

Link To Chapter 9 Found --->HERE

Chapter 8 Calm After The Storm + Blooming Workplace Romance 

The curses in the area fled after the veil had come down, and the special grade you had originally been battling did too, claiming they ‘weren’t arrogant enough to fight Satoru Gojo.'

Your leg throbs and aches as you falter and take a knee, still gazing up at Gojo, who had seemingly disappeared out of the sky to most likely take care of more pressing matters. Yuuji, bless his heart, kneeled by your side, concerned as Todo warns you all to not move. 

“I'm the damn adult, you don't tell me what to do!” You bicker lightly.

With a sigh, your eyes flutter shut, feeling lightheaded as your thigh bleeds through the cloth you wrapped around it. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shoko took the time to heal you, tending to Megumi’s injuries and putting him on bedrest, but recommending the same for you. You exhale, leg weak after healing. Beside the bed was a curtain separating you from another bed on the far side of the room, and you can't help but let your mind race. 

How did he do it…lift the veil? And why had he looked directly at you when it came down?

Your stomach twists, dread filling your empty belly once again as your mind races with scenarios, searching for a reason as to why! Why was all of this happening? What was the real reason they sent you here?

It couldn't have been just for Yuuji…and if there were spies within this small community plotting against eachother, who's to say you weren't liable to be caputes and used for someone's selfish gain?

The creak of the door snaps you out of your thoughts, and you're met with a soft hazel eye and sharp cheekbones. He's holding flowers, a get-well-soon offering.

Ever the gentleman

“Nanami,” You smile, standing slowly to greet him. 

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“Soooo these mothafuckas ran up in here, found the storage room, and stole from yall…and we not doin shit about it?” You laugh, mostly in disbelief. 

“Mind you, not just any special grade cursed objects. We're talkin Sukuna fingers and cursed womb shit…all of it. GONE?!” 

The room is silent, and you shake your head in disbelief. More shit for you to file and send to the states. More shit that you're getting yourself deeper in... the closer you brush with death. 

Miami crosses your mind, and it only makes you sad. You're sitting here, spending your days on the brink of death at any given moment while everyone else gets to spend their days living happily in the sun, sippin' margaritas and bonding over dumb shit on a boat somewhere probably…

“We’re still waiting on reports from Ieri, but we're sure it's the same cursed spirit Nanami and L/N encountered before.” 

Gojo grunts, and your somach turns. 

“I had a nightmare about that fool last night-” You mutter, rolling your eyes. 

This shit was getting to be too much. You couldn't say you weren't getting paid enough causeeee that last check was real nice…but still. You sigh, overly stressed out.

“Should we share the information with the students and the other sourcerers?” Utahime asks, unsure. 

You shake your head, leaning against the wall beside Gojo. 

“Nah, should be on a need-to-know basis, I feel like.” You voice, surprisingly Gakuganji agreeing with you. 

Yaga chimes in and you nod, solidifying the agreement.

“Has the captured curse user talked?” Yaga asked, attention turning back to Ijichi

“Getting him to talk isn't the problem, but everything he says is just irrelevant nonsense.”

You sigh, massaging the phantom pain in your leg before squinting your eyes in thought. According to the interrogation, everyone should be on the lookout for a they/them monk with a fuckass bob? 

“Sounds like he bullsittin.” You smack your lips. “The guy sounds like a bullshitter.” Gojo bites back simultaniously.

You fight a laugh, glancing at Gojo from your standing position, realizing he's already kind of looking at you. It makes your stomach flutter.

“How were they able to get through all of Tengen's barriers?” Utahima questions and tou pipe up again. 

“The cursed spirit that the kids and I fought. Somethin with the foliage they could use and manipulate.” You mutter, tapping your chin in thought. 

“That one had a unique presence. It's incredibly close to a natural spirit despite it being a cursed spirit. Aoi said it was able to hide among plants, and Tengen's barrier doesn't function against plants.” Gojo explains. 

“Something's not right…” You murmur, Utahime and Gojo nodding. 

“Of course, we’ll have to cancel the exchange event.” Yaga hums, Gojo disagreeing. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leaning against the fence wasn't how you expected things to go. But apparently the kids really wanted the exchange event to continue! So, now decked out in baseball gear, you monitor the kids game.

Even though this wasn’t supposed to happen at all, Gojo managed to sneak a baseball option in, and though you hated to admit it, this was a damn good idea.

Cheeky bastard.

“Okay button upppp,” You tease, walking towards Gojo with a playful grin. Yuuji sticks his tongue out in disgust at the obvious flirting. 

Gojo only smiles, one hand soved in his pocket. 

“Not bad yourself, much better than an oversized uniform?” He jokes, mentioning the potato sack of a sorcerer uniform from before. 

“You’re hilarious.” You huff, walking to the eges of the outfield, still monitoring. 

Perfect timing too, cause when green bob (Mai) brings out a copper pitching machine with the robot's (Mechamaru’s) face painted over it, Nobara goes ballistic. 

“What the hell is that?!” She yells, crashing out and throwing her bat to the ground in irritation. 

“Whoop ‘er ass Kugisaki! Fighting on the feild is allowed!” You call out with a mischievous grin. 

“Nuh uh! That’s only in hockey!” Yuuji corretcs with a half laugh, moving to hold Nobara back.

D1 instagator.

Soon after Nobara, Maki is up to bat. Its a home runand the cheer that leaves your lips is soon cut short when the blong pigtail girl (Nishimiya) catches it in the air. 

“Boy ain’t no way boy-” You groan, catching Gojo’s faint smile.

“Cheater!” Yuuji agrees.

~~~~~~~~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bowl steaming in front of you looked beyond delicious and your stomach practically howled in demand of food. You swallow, skillfully picking up your chopsticks and scooping up a chunk of rice and thinly sliced beef. 

 With one bite, you're already humming and rubbing your knees in satisfaction, eyes closed as you slightly rock in the seat. 

“Baybeeeeee,” You sigh, chewing the combination happily. 

“Did you just put me on???” You chuckle, already working on scooping up another mouthful. 

Gojo grins, scooping up a bite himself, before nodding. He gives you a look that screams, ‘its good as hell, aint it?’

There's a brief silence as you eat, and when you swallow your last bite, you manage to speak. Gojo had completely finished his bowl (which you didn't even realize he had done) and was simply watching you. 

It was nice having this after everything that had happened the last few days. He owed you a meal anyway,

“Soooo,we friends now?” You ask with a lopsided smile,  examining your nails.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot before. Consider this an olive branch” He hums,arms folded over his chest. He hasnt looked away from you not once. 

“Mhmm mkay.” You mutter, suddenly feeling small under his gaze.

“Why haven’t you been promoted sooner. Taking on a special grade is impressive.” Gogo acknowledges. 

Yeah, you had stepped in, but Yuuji and Todo had done just fine without you. In fact, Yuuji had gotten much stronger in just 30 minutes with Todo as his ‘mentor’.

You sip your water, shaking your head. Back in the states its easy for black women to be put on a lower level. Not that you weren’t capable…but they fear that. Strong, capable, smart black women are scarier to them than the curses they force you to exorcise. 

You simply shrug to respond to teh question resting your fist in your hand. Gojo was a special grade sorcerer… But you were sure you wouldn't have been able to break the veil like he had.

Part of you felt that you weren't nearly as strong as him but…that was a feeling everyone had.

The same level as Gojo…

The thought rings in your head, and you can't shake it away. Especially after reading his file, you never would have put yourself up there.

You sigh, tucking a braid behind your ear sheepishly.

“Gettin' all shy on me, Miss Y/n?” He asks teasingly, and you roll your eyes, quickly smacking your lips. 

“Boyaintnobodyshy.” You spit quickly, very obviously flustered. This was stupid, this guy was a complete asshole when you first met and now he’s getting you dinner? 

“I just…I didn’t think I was on the same wavelength as you?” You huff, simply in disbelief. 

“Don't sell yourself short, I see you. And they look up to you.” He nods, tone firm.

It's not teasing or joking…it's dead ass serious. And beneath the blindfold, you know he’s looking right at you. Your breath catches, and suddenly you're that same little girl who felt like she had so much to prove.

Trying to make her mark with a crowd that would always view her as ‘just y/n’ when deep down she was meant for so much more…but this felt different.

 Like you didn’t have to prove to Gojo you deserved your rank or show you were more than capable. He already knew you did.

“So, what was that with Yuuji calling you mom?” He chuckles, smile back on his glossy pink lips.

“Huh, oh! Yeah ion know what that was all about but uhhh?” You shrug shaking your head fondly at the memory. 

“He ain’t slip up and called you dad?” You ask, biting into the gyoza that Gojo had offered (you two decided to split it).

“Nahhhhh, I think I’m more of a glorified big brother.” He explains, hands resting behind his head.

You nod, definitely seeing the dynamic a little bit. 

“You meet his new homie already?” You giggle, quirking a brow as you snap your fingers to try and recall. 

“Whussa name, uhh the boy with the scar- well, the big one from Kytoto?” You ask, snapping your fingers in recollection. 

“Aoi Todo? Yes, hes a 3rd year.” Goji hums, keeping the conversation flowing for a while

There’s another stretch of silence, and the bill finally comes to the table. You pause, Gojo already placing a metal card into the tray, and your eyes widen. 

He scribbles something onto the receipt with a satisfied sigh.

“It’s on me.” He hums, standing from the seat with a smile.

 He leaves, your eyes following him out the door as the waitress sets both the card and the receipt in front of you with a small bow. 

‘Gimmie a call later? And just bring me the card tomorrow’~Gojo

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking. And god is it frustrating because you've been here for damn near an hour trying to close your eyes and knock out.

 But every time youre lips squeeze shut, he's behind them. 

Smiling, looking at you. Or sometimes its jsut his hands, or his jaw, or his lips. This most recent daydream was of him, his hair down and unslicked with gel like it had been days prior.

Your brain conjured images of his face without the blindfold, then of him looking down at you, one hand with a handful of your ass. And another of him with his long, slender fingers tangled in your braids, gripping a fistful as he guided your head-

Your eyes pop open and you shoot out of bed, heading to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. 

“What the fuck…” You mutter, looking at the time. 

2:00am.

You growl, taking a deep breath before scrolling through your contacts. You hesitate, tossing your phone on the bed and shake your head with a scoff. It’s not until you hear the dial tone rining that you panic and scramble to end it.

“Everything okay?” It sounds slightly panicked but calculated. 

“Y/n?” His voice is sleepy and there a bit of shuffling. No way getting out of this one. 

You take a breath and answer. 

“Uh sorry I... was an accident…I just felt bad about keeping your card!” You sigh, moving to hang up but his response stops you. 

“Oh well its no problem. When I asked you to call I didn’t know it’d be this late.” He chuckles on the other side as you do the same but far more nervous. 

“Do you uh…damn.” He pauses, swearing under is breath. 

“You wanna meet up?” He asks, hesitant still.

By 2:15 you’re already out the door and catching a taxi to his flat in Shinjuku.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your palms sweat in the taxi, the driver giving you a dirty look in the rearview mirror. Still, you’re quick to jerk you neck at him as if to say ‘can  help you???’ This wasnt your proudest moment and you weren’t exactly sure what this would lead to. It’s unprofessional to say the least, and you know 2:55 am isnt withing business hours.

 You take a breath, collecting your purse before exiting the cab. The building is tall, looming over the city. You swallow, looking at the speaker with a tiny button meant to call up. Double checking your messages, you look over Gojo's instructions again, and damn you were anxious. 

‘Press the red button and the  六  kanji. Its directly to my floor and I’ll buzz you in.’

You swallow, doing exaclty that as the building door rings and unlocks. The complex is clean, each door awfully luxurious looking and even the elevator looked like it was plated with gold. 

You clutch his card in your hand, stepping out of the elevator and onto floor 6 as quickly as you had entered it. 

You don’t have to look for him, because he’s already standing outside his door, looking just as you imagined hours ago. 

He looks tired, blindfold discarded for a pair of dark, round, thick sunglases. He’s sporting a pair of black socks that match the compression shirt that squeezes his chest and arms. You swallow thickly, waving at him and avoiding the obvious print outlines through the greay sweatpants. 

It looked at you first and you’d die by that statement.

He flashes a smile, running a hand through his hair, which was slightly wet and flat. Much different from its usual slicked up and styled state. 

Gojo makes way for you to enter and your heart drops when you realize its pitch black. You squint, trying your best to see but you cant. You clear your throat, just barely making out his frame as the door closes. He’s setting the glasses down, letting out a tired sigh. 

“U-Um, Gojo? It’s dark as shit in here.” You mumble nervously, and he gives a faint ‘Ah, sorry!’

“Do you always keep it like this?” You ask, taking baby steps to try and navigate the flat.

He chuckles, the breeze from him moving around sending chills up your spine. It’s slightly unnerving that he seems to be functioning fine while you're stumbling in the dark. 

You swallow, cursing yourself for agreeing to this as if he couldn’t say fuck it and kill you. This was dangerous and you were more of less in a vulnerable situation. 

“Yeah actually. The blindfold isn't just to show off….well, a little.” He chuckles, baritone vibrating off the walls and your stomach clenches. 

“Can I be nosy and ask why?” You mumble, palms finally hitting something firm, but kind of soft. 

“It’s the six eyes, the extrasensory perception makes everything overstimulating.”He mumbles a little exhausted. 

Your fingers travel upwards and whatever you were touching rises and falls gently, shuddering a little. You grip what feels like fabric, moving down until you can feel his hips and the elastic waistband of his sweats, immediately retreating your hands. 

You’d felt him up unintentionally.

“Blindfoldkeeps me from straining. Wasn’t in the file?” He asks, chucking a little. 

Not that you could see (at least he hoped), but a blus crept up his neck and sat just beneaht his blindfold, scorching the tips of his ears.

“Damn my fault,” You laugh nervously, swallowing hard.

“I can hit the lights hold on.” He reassures, tone soft and kind of sweet. 

The warmth from the close proximity leaves but the lights flicker on, bright enough to see, dim enough to be comfortable for him. It’s a nice place, clean and furnished. 

Just out the corner of your eye you can see him trying the blindfold loosely. His arms flex, the veins drawing along his wrist and up into this bicep make your mouth water. 

You curse yourself for objectifying him but you can see that stupid ass smirk on his face and remember that he can see you practically eye-fucking him.

The silence is almost deafening but its not long before he’s got music going very faintly. At least to make things less awkward. You drop your bag on one of the side chairs before taking a seat with a sigh, he hold up a bottle, offering a nightcap and you want to decline but shrug your shoulders instead.

 You'd gotten this far so why not. 

“Wanna tell me why I got a booty call from my coworker at 2 in the morning?”  He asks with at smig grin, coming to you with a concoction mixed in a fancy looking glass as he sipped from his own. 

You swallow the brown liquid, wincing a little before setting it down on the coffee table. 

“Wanna tell me why yo ass answered?” You shoot back with a raised brow. 

He chuckles, sitting on the couch with hands behind hi shead. You tense, trying not to stare. 

“Is it wrong for me to want to make sure you’re alright?” He asks, the question making you think harder than necessary. 

Had you actually been in danger he would have rushed to your aid. No doubt. You swallow, taking another sip of the brink, finishing it off. 

“I guess not, but why couldn't you sleep either?” You as, tucking your heels beneath your legs, facing him criss cross applesauce now. 

“Saying ‘i dont know’ would be a lie to keep things as professional as possible  but honestly speaking , its because I was thinking about you.” He mutters, finally coming clean with his jaw working the longer he sat. 

His gaze is soon directed towards you and you swallow hard, throbbing hard enough it makes your legs squeeze. 

“This shit ain’t professional anymore. Wasn’t professional to begin with.” You respond, mind flashbackig to your first meeting. 

“Yeah, I don’t think your coworker needs to know how badly you wanted to throw ass in Miami.” Gojo jokes, your pout making him laugh harder.

“Whateverrrr, I was really  pissed off cause you were late and it was hot as hell!” You scoff, seeing his grin soften listening to you talk. 

“You turned off your infinity for me.” You point and he stiffens, like he’d been caught. 

That bit wasn’t exactly in the description, but you put it together yourself after reading it. Its a smart way to use his technique. All speculation until he confirmed or denied.

He doesn't respond, only grabbing the glasses and moving to the sink. Yeahhh he did that shit.

You frown slightly, following him as he drops them into hot water and begins scrubbing. 

“You did…why would you do that? You never do that!? At least thats what your file sai-”

“Again with the fuckin file!” He snaps, more irritated now, turning to with slightly wet hands and flexed forearms.

 Your chest squeezed, ears ringing at the snap. He sees you go frigid, now gripping the edge of the sink.

“Are you here to talk like were coworkers and analyze me because we can pretend this didn't happen and play this game in the morning.” He states plainly, chest rising a bit faster now. 

He’s on edge, like he doesn't want to admit he'd rather not have this be a professional friendly ‘4am hangout’. He didn't want ot be coworkers. He liked being 'friends'.

But what he wanted? Gojo wasn't allowed to want.

“No. Don’t act like this shit wasn't weird to begin with I’m to take all the blame.” You spit back, attitude sharp and you know he’ll return it.

“Yeah alright.” He huffs, moving past you as you quickly follow, brows furrowed. 

“Don’t get in ya feelings cause I called this shit out!” You continue, watching him lean agaisn the doorway with an unreadable expression (damn blindfold). 

“You cool n everything Gojo, but if you’re tryna have this be something else you need to say that shit with yo chest or we can nip this in the bud right now.” You scoff, looking him up and down, even more pissed off that he had just wasted your time. 

He’s standing in front of you with folded arms and his lips in a thin line, as if he were weighing pros and cons. 

“You wanna get into somethin with me or not bruh.” You question, throwing your hands up as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The usual morning routine commenced, your eyes dark and tired from literally only sleeping for about 3 hours. You tug on something simple, not before eyeing the sizable chunk in your thigh, uneven and scarred despite Shoko’s healing. 

Tying your braids back with a patterned scarf, you force yourself to smudge on liner, mascara, and lip gloss.

Maybe the conbini had one of those nifty little energy boosting elixirs? 

The train was crowded, your stomach yearned for food as the alcohol from hours earlier burned your stomach. Upon arrival to Jujutsu High, you were immediately greeted by three smiling faces. 

“Whoaaa Miss l/n you look tired?” Yuuji mentions, you eyes narrowing almost immediatly but Nobara beet your t the punch, her fist landing atop his head as she scolds him. 

“You don't tell a woman she looks tired first thing in the morning! Are you insane?!” She yelps, shaking her head at him.

Megumi greets you with a small side hug (a huge step since he had only just gotten used to smiling at you and waving very faintly when you were around).

You muster a smile, letting out a breath before checking your phone. This was humiliating…you're sitting here hoping he texted or called…

Yet, your phone is drier than a peanut butter slathered popeyes biscuit. You suck it up, though, putting on a smile for the students. 

“You guys heading back out today?” You ask, getting a rundown from Megumi about where they were headed for the day. 

You wish them luck and are surprise when all three of them give you some fort of goodbye. Nobara and Megumi give you a side hug, but Yuuji fully embraces you, and suddenly you sour mood had brightened.

Inside, the school's AC cools your skin. The summer heat was no joke here, and you're brought back to summer at home.

You can almost smell bbq and hear the slam of dominoes on a wobbly folding table. You wonder if your cousins had put anything together. Something sweet for the kids, maybe? Your great aunt Shirley had a pool you guys would swim in, maybe she finally got it cleaned. 

“Wonder if DeeDee (another cousin) out yet...” You mumble under your breath, picking up papers from your designated ‘mailbox’ mindlessly flipping through reports and papers from both Jujutsu High and the Government back home.

“Who’s 'DeeDee'?” Gojo hums, with a slight grin. You only cut your eyes at him, walking away to look at your paperwork elsewhere. 

“Not in the mood.” You state plainly, only for him to be right next to you, flipping the corners of your papers. 

Hes pissin you off on purpose. 

“Ouh I'm really scared.” He pokes, grabbing your wrist now to look at your worn and unfiled nailbeds.

You smack your lips trying to tug away but he’s got a damn good grip, smirking at you. It's hard to stay mad and a giggle escapes your lips. 

“Bruh, you bouta piss me off.” You warn, and he's not letting up, snatching your papers from your loosened grip 

“Stop bruh!” You laugh, reaching for the paper, only for him to  hold it above your head. 

“Seee look at that smile. You never smile at me like that.” He taunts, looking down at you as your face burns up.

It's more of a warm glow than a blush and god does he find it adorable. 

“Yo stopppp!” You laugh, jumping now, the higher he holds it.

“Fine,” He grins, moving your hands in his own. 

The contrast is palpable and somehow, despite his hands being so much larger, they're so...dainty? He gently places the documents back in your hands, grabs his own papers, and walks out of the room.

Yeah, this was weird asf.

You let out a puff of air, trying to recouperate before moving forward with the stack of paperwork in your hand. Yaga had given you one of the many classrooms to work in and keep your thing.

It was nothing special, had a couple of desks and a chalkboard. You hadn't bothered to look around much, just used what you were given or bought at the little Daiso in Harajuku. 

Your knee deep in reports when the door slides open, revealing the current bane of your existence with a dopey grin on his blindfolded face.

“Yo, please not right now.” You sigh, plopping your pen down before pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Awee you're so mean! I was coming to help!” He explains, pulling up a desk right in front of yours. 

“I bet your desk was right next to the teachers..Bad ass kid.” You mutter the last part, scribbling more ont the papers.

There's a stretch of silence and Gojo is leaned back in the desk, the legs of the chair tilting back and forth the longer he fools around. 

“Last night,” he begins and your pen stops breifly. 

“Nothing happened last night.” You state flatly, shutting it down before the conversation could get serious. 

“C’mon dont be like that n/n,” He behind, propping his head up with his hands, elbows on the desk. 

“N/n?” You repeat, shaking your head.

If he was trying to make a nickname for you in hopes of reelign you in and making amends…it was working. 

“Seriously though,” He begins again, looking at you with a slight frown.

You pause again, this time giving him your undivided attention. It's getting easier to read the expressions under the mask now. A twitch of his nose or the quirk of his upper lip.

 Right now, he’s biting the inside of his cheek and picking paint off the desk. Like looking at you too much. You're quick to turn your attention to the paperwork despite not really paying attention to it at all. 

Anythign to get your mind off him righ tnow.

“Gojo, please. Whatever last night was won’t happen again. I gave you your card, we talked. It can be done.”

“I don’t want it to be.” 

You look up again, and brown clashes with vibrant blue.

[scramratz]

My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.

I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.

The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.

"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.

You say "house", I think of a structure.

You say "home", I think of stability.

[this-is-trans-joy]

As someone who was also homeless as a child, you put my discomfort with this term into words perfectly. I once had to argue with someone who outright refused to use the term homeless because she worked with homeless people, even when I— an actual homeless person— was telling her that it felt like she was sanitising what I actually went through.

I wasn’t just without a house, I was fundamentally living on the outskirts of society without an ounce of stability, and sometimes not even shelter can relieve that. Sometimes I wasn’t unhoused, but I was still homeless.

[sinning-23]

Substitue (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 2.3k

Desc: The Exchange Event takes a turn for the worse and Miss L/n sustains some injuries...before that, though, a strange form of flirty and friendly banter occurs between the mentor from the U.S and the strongest, Satoru Gojo. Something is brewing beyond what either can control.

A/n: Uhhhh yuh expect chapter 8 to be long. Im trying to incoperate more romance elemants but also PLOT causdee thats mad important also :D P.s: I hope you all enjoy~

Chapter 6 Found---> HERE

Chapter 8 Founder---> HERE

Chapter 7 whoopty whoo Kyoto Exchange whoopty whoo

Your jaw had dropped, hands coming up over your mouth as your eyes widened. And there on the screen, Yuuji is getting his face stomped in by ‘scar face’. It makes your stomach turn, the ringing in your ears growing louder as you shudder a gasping breath. 

“Everything short of killing is on the table for these games.” Gojo explains with folded arms.

“This is just excessive.” You whisper, flinching every time ‘scar face’s’ foot makes contact with Yuuji’s face. 

“Doesn’t help they want him dead either. Send the kids to do the dirty work.” Gojo voices, Yuuji limp against the tree as the rest of the cameras pan to the remainder of students. 

Your heart stutters in your chest. The baby just got back!? You don't fight the urge to look back and sneer at Gakuganji.

“Stop that. You keep leering and it's only gonna cause more trouble. I can handle them coming after me. The last thing you need is-” 

You cut Gojo off, putting your manicured hand up and he looks taken aback for a moment. 

“I know what I signed up for. They don’t scare me and neither do the mothafuckas back home. I’ll be aight.” 

He smiles, arms still folded as the games continue on the monitors.

Despite being beat the fuck up, Yuuji stands tall. 

“WHAT IF YOU MADE ME DUMBER THAN I ALREADY AM?!” He yells, truly irritated. 

After having a breif conversation with Todo about ‘his type of woman’ You practically face palm, pinching the bridge fo your nose. This shit is ridiculous…and did this mf jsut say Jennifer Lawrence?!

Suddenly, gunshots ring out and Yuuji  dodges, the green bob chick from before hiding in the trees. They’re trying to ambush him…they’re playing dirty! 

You scoff, brows furrowed as Gojo chuckles at your expression. 

‘Scar face’ and the taller brunette boy with the hair wraps retreats. Something's happening but it’s too overstimulating to watch when Megumi’s shikigami attacks the blonde on the broom. 

“How do you even pay attention to all of this?” You whisper, your chair somehow closer to Gojo’s. 

“Ehhhhh it’ll go by fast. Besides if they just focus on the game things will be a lot quicker.” He explains.

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A couple of hours pass, and the talismans light up as the students finally exorcise a spirit or two. There were far too many fights happening for you to keep up, becoming increasingly irritated by how cold it was underneath this damn vent.

 In short, this shit was takin too long. 

“We don’t get a lunch break or nunnn??” You sigh, rolling your neck against the uncomfortable chair. 

“Oh speaking of which, did you ever go to dinner with Nanami?” Gojo asks, not looking at you but instead, straight foreward at the monitors, his arms crossed over his chest. 

What?? Dinner??? Nanami was-

And it hit you, that's what he was going to ask you…he wasn’t telling you to have a safe night just because. He wanted to be sure you had a safe journey home because he would have taken you after you shared a meal.

“Gojo please don’t-” “Don’t piss you off?” 

He grins, leaning on the legs of his chair with a faint grin. 

“If you’re hungry after this, let’s go eat.” He states, letting the statement hang in the air.

Like he wanted you to second guess or beg. 

Yeah fuckin right. 

“I don’t know, was just gonna go home after this and eat the rest of the snacks I got.” You mumble, watching the monitors as the Robot and Panda go toe to toe, putting straight belt to ass.

“Have you tried Gyudon yet?” Gojo asks, scooting his chair a pinch closer. Your stomach lurches. 

“Nah, what is it?” You ask, slightly intrigued.

 You’d been living off of conbini cup noodle and onigiri for about a months now (not that you were complaining). But you hadn’t gotten the chance to try any authentic japanese cuisine yet!

“Guess you’ll have to find out when we go.” He says plainly, your lips pursing in a satisfied, but teasing grin. 

“Whatchu tryna do Gojo?” You ask only a little flirty, but still questionable about his motives.

The white haired male only grins, pointing to the monitor, and something about it made you want to actually follow his directions, but the signal is cut.

There’s a shift in the air, your spine locking up as you shoot up from your seat. Gojo looks concerned, a bit confused, but your body is moving on its own at this point.

Like you can't seem to shake the feeling of impending doom.

“We need to get the kids. Right now.” You mumble at first, Utahima, who was already standing to retrieve Miwa (who had fallen asleep), locking eyes with you. 

“Huh, what do you-?” Gojo stands immediately, your eyes wide as your flats pad against the stairs. 

Not known to anyone yet, Mahito sits atop the campus buildings, awaiting to cause chaos. He knows you know. He can feel your body's trauma response, from ancestors or not, setting your nervous system on fire. And he knows that you know, he isn’t the only one. 

The talismans all light aflame in red, the sudden action turning heads as you stand there, pale and panicked eyes racing all over the room. 

“Someone’s here. I can….I can feel it. We need to go right now.” Your voice is hysterical, picking up speed as the feeling worsens

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Gakuganji, and the grin on his face had fallen flat. 

“Satoru, L/n, and Gakuganji, please protect the students. I'm going to see Tengen.” Yaga speaks, already on his feet as you rub your palms against your pants, heart racing. 

Over the school, a veil appears, the hazy layer making your sotmach sink as you follow Gojo over the rooftops. There's not enough space before the veil comes down for you all to fit, so Gojo makes the decision to wait alongside the rest of you. 

“Shit...” You mutter, his hand already coming out to break it as he said he would prior.

It’s no use, though, a shocking blast pushing him away.

“What’s going on?” You question, looking from the veil, to him, and back again.

Smoke rises off his hand and you swallow hard. Utahima can pass through just fine, and your stomach turns. Damn it, he can’t come in…

“This some bullshit...” You mutter, still anxious as you try to weigh the pros and cons of the situation. 

“They have a skilled curse user.” You continue, Gojo nodding in agreement. 

Someone was definetly working with them.

“Go ahead, I don't know what their end goal is, but if any of us dies, then we lose.” He explains, Utahime nodding before stepping in, and Gakuganji follows directly after.

There's a silence, but you know you need to enter as well and protect the students. You take a breath, eyes glossy and looking right at the white-haired male, who was also looking at you beneath the blindfold.

“You’re a smart girl, capable. I'll be fine,” He reassures, and you nod curtly, your fingertips resting against the veil before you swallow down doubts and step in.

The energy behind the veil is touch and suffocating, your eyes feeling heavy and your muscles tense. Standing before Gakuganji and Utahima is a curse user demanding to know why Satoru Gojo isn't here, and you simply smack your lips. 

“Y’all dumbasses got him locked out.” You mutter, already preparing to fight, but Gakuganji puts his hand up to stop you.

“You and Utahima go ahead, protect the students at all costs and avoid fighting unless it can’t be helped.” He instructs, and the two of you nod. 

Despite not really fuckin with his vibe, you know this is the best course of action. You can hear the case pop open, and inside, Gakuganji retrieves an eclectic guitar. 

Your eyes widen, and though you’d love to stick around and see, you follow beside Utahime through thick foliage.

Crashing shakes the very ground you're running on, the sound of crumbling buildings filling you with more and more dread the longer it takes to find the students.

“We should split up, ” You suggest, slightly breathless as you and Utahime follow the source of the ruckus. She nods, still running beside you. 

“Some of the students have already made it outside the veil and to safety. The last few remaining are Todo and Sukuna’s vessel.” She explains, your heart pulsing as you prepare for a fight. 

“Got it, I’ll make this quick. Trust.” 

It's not long before you reach the riverbed. The noise from the fight grows louder and louder as the boys fight, only encouraging each other and landing blows that you can see in the distance. 

The last thing you wanted was to throw off the current stakes of the battle at hand. You take a breath, trying to find an opening before the two boys are blown back by the sheer force of the curse's attack. 

Perfect. 

Running up, you can see Yuuji beaming, smiling widely as you come to an abrupt halt, already prepared to summon the support of your ancestors. 

“Miss l/n!” Yuuji cheers, still determined and prepared as the curse paused to now analyze how your presence could affect the fight. 

“Y’all homies now?” You ask the pair, steadying yourself with a sharp intake of air. 

It doesn't take much to summon the next spirit, the sound of drums mixing with running water from the stream

“Black Panthers, lend me your strength and resilience.” You hum, now covered head to toe in black, combat boots coming to your knees. 

A semi-automatic rifle rests against your back, securely strapped in alongside a fully loaded shotgun. Each bullet was imbued with your cursed energy, and your trigger finger was beginning to itch something terrible.

“You need to get out of the veil and leave the rest of this to us.’ You instruct, already slinging the large firearm off your shoulder and into your arms. 

Yuuji begins to protest, his new friend ‘scar-face’ about to do the same but paused to stop Yuuji, understanding the severity of the situation. 

“Now. I’m not asking you I’m telling you.” You reiterate, cutting your eyes at the teens as Yuuji’s expression falters. 

“Whatever’s going on is bigger than us, and I need to keep you both safe,” You explain, taking deadly aim.

You give the pair a determined smirk, widening your stance. 

“Gone ahead, I missed that fight with Nanami and lemme tell you,” You grin, heart racing with the excitement of finally being able to fight this time.

“I’m finna whoop that ass.” You murmur in exhilaration, firing the gun as the sound echoes through the vast landscape.

Yuuji and ‘scar-face’ still linger. 

You're locked on the target, bullets passign through it like butter, leaving sizable holes that just heal over. You swear, the bullets refilling before you take aim again.

Just from behind you, a clap resounds, and the curse is eating punches from the two boys left and right. 

“Y’all hardheaded as fuck!” You yell, deactivating the Black Panther and swapping with Archie Moore, a far more suitable embodiment for the fist fight. 

‘Ratio 132/145, Knockout!’

Your fingernails slip between your teeth as your acrylics crack under the pressure of your canines. And with a ‘pthew’, they land in the grass, your nailbed curling into your palm to make a meannnn fist.

In all your years, you never would've thought that youd be jumping a special grade curse with two teenagers, midsummer, in japan, during one of the school's events. 

There's an opening, and your shoulder jerks back, your fish imbued with an intense amount of cursed energy. When your knuckles land, the crack that resounds makes you grin wide. 

Your opposite hand lands another blow before you’re suddenly swapped with Yuuji’s position. The upper hand is short-lived, though, the curse now adapting to ‘scar-face’s’ technique.

 You're left open, and eat a punch to the gut, the air from your lungs forced out of your body as you're sent flying into nearby shrubbery. 

“MISS L/N!” You gasps, growling before the curse making contact with his face. 

With blurry vision, you stand, spitting bile and blood into the dirt before cracking your shoulder back into place. You wobble, red trickling down your forehead and into your eye as you heave in a breath.

 Sprinting back into battle you prepare yourself to dodge these freaky little bulbs with sharp, chattering teeth. Todo had swapped positions, Yuuji under the source while you and Todo were beside the curse. 

You're already hit, one of the buds embedded into your thigh as the roots grow into the tissue there. 

“Dispelle your cursed energy. The buds are only attracted to it.” Tode a.k.a ‘scar face’ instructs, popping one of them off his hand with a satisfied grin. 

You take a breath, calling yourself as the wraps on your wrists disappear and the bud begins to retract. With haste, you suck in a breath and tuck the roots from your thigh, hands slippery with blood. 

Todo has swapped places again; Yuuji is now in the stream, not far from you, as you tear the fibre of your pants to wrap your leg. Yuuji is quick to come to you, analyzing your injuries as the curse charges up another attack. 

The curse tears the cloth from its shoulder, revealing a large rose. And inside, an eyeball peeks out to look dead at you. 

Shit, the cursed energy output is strong...

Whatever it was planning, it would be easy to dodge with Todo’s technique. And just before it can begin to expand its domain, the veil melts down overhead, revealing a partly cloudy and blue sky. 

A figure hovering above it all and your throat closes in panic before you fully register just what or who it is..

“Gojo...”

[sinning-23]

Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Desc: The Kyoto Sister Schol Exchange event begins! And miss l/n is reminded of her status among her student. On another note, Yuujii must be reintroduced to his classmates...but Gojo executes it horribly. Lastly, could Gojo be coming to tears with faint growing feelings for one another? A/N: Enjoy~ Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter 5 Found---> HERE

Chapter 7 Found---> HERE

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Chapter 6 Baby’s 1st Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event

“Yuuji, they still think you’re dead.” You sigh, cutting your eyes at Gojo with an irritated scowl. “Don’t you think they'll be shocked?” You ask with a raised brow, fixing the boy's collar and hair instinctively. 

He tries to nudge away, avoiding the point of your acrylics as you dust his shoulders and flatten wrinkles out of his uniform. “Mom, stop-”

“.....”

“M-Miss Y/n.” He corrects, clearing his throat

You only smile, shaking your head as Itadori’s cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment. 

“Just leave all this to me. We’ll make it a surprise!” Gojo hums, smiling faintly after having caught the slip nup as well.

“What’s more of a surprise than seeing the dead homie alive and well?”You mutter, rolling your eyes again before giving the teen another smile.

“You just do exactly what I do and gooo with the flowww~” Gojo beams, the scene unfolding, making your eye twitch as Nanami takes an exasperated breath.

 And when your eyes meet, and the thought is mutual. This mf has to be joking…

Gojo had asked that you meet with the other students and wait for him as well as the students from the Kyoto sister school. It wasn't long before they showed up, Nobara holding luggage while everyone else was empty-handed. Of course, she thought they'd be in Kyoto, and of course, she threw a little bit of a fit about it.

And soon after the meltdown, the Kyoto student showed. Now, you hadn’t met them yet, but according to Inumaki (through translation), this was their second run-in with the Kytoto students. And it wasn't pretty the first time. 

A gang of students walks up the stairs, the energy shifting something vicious as Maki makes eye contact with another green-haired girl. Beside her is a smaller blonde clinging to a broom and a much larger boy with a scar down the side of his face.

 They eye you, your arms folding over your chest as you raise a brow.  The next up the stairs was what looked like…a robot?! The students here just get stranger and stranger. Another boy, almost as tall as 'scarface', treks up the stairs, taking position beside the green-haired girl. “You guys actually came to greet us? Amateurs, and isn’t she a little old to be a student?” She snickers, and you immediately understand the shift in vibes. 

“Ouh, watch yourself lil girl.” You state, taking a step forward.

Green bob snickers, Nobara demanding her share of Kyoto spoils. Finally, a teal-haired girl tries to keep the peace, shooting you a semi-apologetic gaze. 

Yeahhhh this event was gonna be interesting. 

Finally completing the group of 7 was another woman dressed in what you assumed was a yukata. Definitely another adult. 

“Let’s not fight amongst outselves.” She hums, making eyecontact with you once at the top of the stairs.

“Now, where’s that idiot.” She huffs, looking around for Gojo you assumed.

“Well, I’m right here for the time being.” You step up, already irritated by the Kyoto students. 

“Ah, yes. How rude of me not to introduce myself.” She begins, giving a small bow. 

“Y/n L/n. Transfer from the U.S” You state, returning the bow. 

“Iori Utahima.” She states, the kids also wondering there Gojo was.

And once again, as if summoned, he’s already strolling down the walkway with a mysterious cart. 

‘He better not…’ you think, stomach sinking. 

“We was just talking about youuuu.” You grin, eyes menacing and trying to say, 

‘IF THAT BABY IS IN THAT BOX IMMA KICK YA ASS’

And after passing out the little protection charms, he addresses the Tokyo students. The Box pops open, and just as you had dreaded, Yuuji pops out with an excited smile on his face. 

A HORRIFIED gasp leaves your lips, and the color from both Nobara and Megumi’s faces drains. Your hands instinctively cup over your mouth, and the students stand there in shock…no one is excited to nsee him. 

The older students never really met the kid, so they don’t really care. Megumi and Nobara, on the other hand, are shocked in the least pleasant way. 

Leaving poor Yuuji embarrassed and deflated. Gojo decided to intruder him to the Kyoto students but theyre uninterested and obeseving the damn protection dolls!

“Have you lost yo rabbit ass mind?!” You screech, looking between the gangle of people in the middle and Gojo. Honestly, you were getting whiplash from it all. 

“Sukuna’s vessel lives?! Who is responsible?!” An older, more groveling voice speaks, far from amused at Gojo’s antics. 

“And what about it?” You snap, cutting your eyes before moving to comfort…well, anyone that needed it.

“Ahh, that’s too bad. I was really hoping you’d keel over and die. Y’know, from shock.” Gojo hums, looking the elder directly in the eye.

“Damn shame y’all tried to kill off a kid.” You state, standing beside Gojo in solidarity.

To anybody else, outside looking in…you look like a couple. Your frame is slightly shorter than his, but still standing tall as you both give cocky and intense grins. The combined aura dripping off your frames is all too much.

“You know my family has something special for people who fuck with kids where I’m from.” You spit, eyes trained on the elder. 

“I'd be grateful we arent there.”  You finish, Gojo chuckling and letting his hand rest on your shoulder. 

“Ouhhhhh spooky. I had chills for a second there Miss Y/n.” he grins, squeezing your shoulder as a warning. 

They’d target you too. The last thing he wanted was to cause any more trouble for you. He could see how much you liked being here. And he wouldn’t admit it, but he really liked you being here, too. He liked knowing you were the motherly figure his students needed.

 He liked how passionate you were and your American accent. He liked your AAVE and the mannerisms that had sunk their way into your subconscious. He liked how annoyed you sounded every time he called despite knowing you kinda liked hearing his voice on the otherline. 

And as much as he loved hearing you talk shit...he loved the way your lips looked even more.

He pauses, watching you step away to chat more with the students. Now wasn’t the time to catch feelings for his temporary coworker.

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The room was way too cold, and what made it worse was the fact that Gojo sat you right ext to him and right beneath a vent. But….that was really the only thing that irked you. In fact you were kinda happy he was next to you.

The same lady from before also sat beside him, cup in hand, as she inquired about what exactly Gojo wanted to talk about. 

He was looking for her?

“I’m afraid we have a spy. Someone’s working with a curse or a curse user.” Gojo explains seriously, much to Utahime’s surprise. 

“What? “ You breathe, eyes wide as you look at Gojo, so any sight of a joke.

There was none. 

“That's impossible!” Utahima gasps, Gojo explaining that there are more special grades popping up with understanding of speech and an operation with purpose. 

“You need to investigate everyone at Kyoto.” He explains, and you pause.

“Gojo, looking at it that way, anyone could be the traitor, so why tell us?” You voice, Utahime nodding in agreement.

“Nahhh, you’re too weak!” He grins at the comment aimed at Utahime, both you (her more so since she threw her drink at him), jeering. 

“I know you fuckin lyin'!” You chuckle, pursing your lips. 

“Ouhhh, hysterics are a turn off, you know?” he jokes again, eyeing you with a faint grin. 

You purse your lips, failing to fight a smile. Gojo reaches for a mic as the TV screens set on the wall buzz to life, showcasing each group of students. They all look ready, but damn, not a lick of excitement, minus Yuuji, who seemed to have ‘excited' be his default setting. 

“Now some words of encouragement from the always eloquent Utahime Iori!”

She stumbles a bit, scolding Gojo to respect his seniors as the event begins and the kids take off! Its not long before the first curse is exorcised by 'scarface' who seemed to be way too enthusiastic about fighting the group. They split, leaving Yuuji and the oversized teen to hash it out.

Perhaps this event would be more interesting than you thought?

[sinning-23]

Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Desc: Y/n gets a promotion after working with Nanami, and Tensions between the blond, y/n, and the white-haired, blue-eyed sensei. Yuuji is excited to see his friends again.

Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Mild Language, A/N: Enjoy~

Link To Chapter 4 Found--->HERE

Link To Chapter 6 Found---> HERE

Chapter 5 You Are Now An Elite Employee

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Nanami loosens his tie, tone irritated as ever. “Thanks to you, I'm going to go into overtime." Nanami growls, immediately starting to yap about his technique. You sigh, dropping your arms and rolling your eyes. “Girlsss, I’d realllly like to go to the conbini before it gets dark. Let's wrap this shit up!” You scoff, seeing Nanami nod and immediately dart toward the cursed spirit. 

He doesn’t strike him, though, but instead runs circles around him, destroying the sewer walls. It’s a distraction, and you’re quick to dodge debris before Nanami strikes, completely severing the curse's leg. He checks his watch, posture straightening as you deactivate your technique. Damn it, you really wanted to fight todayyy! You groan, following behind Nanami.

“I’m going to withdraw. You should heal that leg up quickly, and if we’re both still alive… Let’s meet up again.” Nanami inclines, waiting until you’re at his side to continue walking. 

In one last act of rebellion, you stick your tongue out at the curse, keeping pace with Nanami before the shattered wall releases and falls atop it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You sigh, looking back and forth between the door and Nanami’s injuries, heart racing in your chest. He, of course, had tried to play it off (typical male ego), and when you noticed the blood soaking his dress shirt, you couldn’t ignore it. Now you’re stuck in the men's room, using gobs of damp paper towels, trying to stop the bleeding as he grunts and suck in sharp breaths. “I don’t know why you did that shit..” You mutter, brows furrowed as his are also knitted together in pain and irritation. “You do realize that this could have gone a lot worse had I not?” He asks, his toned stomach flexing as you press a damp paper towel against his wounds. 

“Yeah, well it didn't…and I sent Ijichi our location. I think Ieiri can help with this.” You mumble, trying to focus on the injury rather than the fact that he looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. “Your technique, summoning?” He asks, trying to get you to speak more. 

You press the paper towel down, and he grunts, grabbing your wrist. With hazel eyes staring into yours, you can't help but let yourself really look at him. “I can take it from here.” He reassures, grip gentle but firm. There’s a beat of silence, and he’s already pulling his phone out and speaking with Ijicji. He looks exhausted, leaning against the wall with eyes closed and labored breaths. “Miss l/n,” He begins, and you let out a hum in response. 

“We need to exorcise that curse as soon as possible.” He states seriously, eyes now open and staring into yours. “Period.” The sun's setting now, and you can’t help the yawn that pushes past your lips. Nanami had gone back to Jujutsu High for treatment, but before you made your leave, he stopped you. “Miss l/n,” he begins, his seemingly calm demeanor faltering slightly. 

“Call me Y/n.” You pause, looking up at him as your heart thumps in your chest. 

There’s a pause, and his face seems slightly tinted…but you can't tell if it's from the glow of the sunset. His jaw works, one hand still pressed against his injury as he opens his mouth to speak, but falters. With lips pressed into a thin line, he carries on, but you know its not what he really wanted to say. 

“Safe travels back home.” It's tight-lipped, but before you can respond, he’s already walking up the steps and into the school. “Yeah…”

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Your conbini run was as expected. Stalked up with tons of unnecessary snacks, you crawl into the tiny bed and prop your laptop up, already cozy in your bonnet and silk pjs. 

The next episode of POSE was calling your name, and just before you could tear into these chocolate-covered potato chips, a call rings in. With a groan, you drop the package and snatch your phone up from the charger, giving an irritated ‘hello’ already knowing who it was. “Sooooo how’d it go today?” That cocky drawl irks your spirit, and you smack your lips. “Gojo, please don’t piss me off.” You mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose.

All he does is chuckle on the other side, giving a faint ‘hmmm’.

“Whattt? I just wanted to know how things went! I never get to work with him.” He pouts, and despite being on the phone, you can practically see it.

“It was fine. Nanami’s good at his job, and I didn’t even need to do anything.” You state, mind wandering. 

It was nice working with him, even helping him in the..

“L/n?” It’s faint from the other line, but its enough to snap you out of it. 

“Hm? Boy, you shouldn't even be talking to me right now, it’s outside work hours.

“But you talked to Nanami after work hours.” He hums, matter-of-factly,

“You didn’t even have to stay with him after; he can take care of himself.” Gojo purrs, something rumbling behind every syllable. 

Something a little too close to jealousy.

“Uh-huh, he sure can. But he took care of me too, and made sure I was safe the entire time. He was also ON TIME.” You yip, removing the phone from your ear and pressing the red end call button so hard you thought you'd snap an acrylic.

“He can take care of himself...man don't- mmch.” You mock, smacking your lips. Glancing at your darkened phone screen, part of you wishes it would light up with a call from him again.

And it does, but its one single message instead. ‘Diva’

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The morning had rolled around, sunlight peeking through the shoebox of an apartment. With Netflix still rolling in the background, you shut your laptop and force yourself up. 

Everything in you wanted to call out, but you knew that wouldn’t be helpful. Yaga would just send someone to retrieve you anyway. And you weren't too fond of the idea of having Gojo in your living space.

With a heavy sigh, you tug on your knee socks and pencil skirt, tucking the sleep button down before pulling your braids into a bun. Some strands hang down on the sides of your face, and with a swipe of your brush, your edges are restored. 

Jujutsu High was about an hour away, so you quickly pack your things and damn near sprint to get to the next train. 

Its quiet, sort of crowded with the rush of students and salarymen ready to clock in for the day. Once you're on the ground of Jujutsu High, regret immediately fills your stomach…because you’re face-to-face with Satoru. 

WHY? You couldn't quite pinpoint that...but after your phone call, the energy just felt…different. He doesn't say anything, just flashes you a smile, lifting his blindfold. 

And that alone stops you in your tracks.

Your stomach twists, heart, tugging in your chest before he walks off, down the hall, and away. 

‘Blue,’ You think, walking down the hall in the opposite direction, having been summoned for a meeting with Principal Yaga

It was a standard classroom, and you gave a respectful bow upon entering. Its quiet. Ijichi is standing beside Principal Yaga as your stomach twists. “Miss l/n,” He begins, greeting you as you try to keep your palms from sweating. “Sir.” You nod curtly, declining to sit when he motions for the desk behind you. The curses you'd been dealing with were the result of several special grade curses. Including but not limited to the one you had just encountered with Nanami. As a Grade 1 sorcerer, they needed your assistance in the exorcising of said special grade curses. As known, your rank has been held back essentially due to the nature of discrimination within your country. 

“Being a woman, let alone a black woman, getting to your current rank hasn’t been easy, I’m sure.” Yaga continues to speak, your stomach still twisting into knots as you nod. “Yet, you’ve been sent to far more dangerous missions. Twice the work with half the credit.” He sighs, hands folded in front of his face, his glasses glinting in the sunlight. “We reached out to the FBI and CIA…and they have approved for your rank to be increased, along with an increase in pay per one of your previous requests that had been denied,” Ijichi explains, your eyes widening.

“Y-You’re joking…” You mutter, voice weak. 

“Miss L/n do I look like the type to joke?” He asked seriously and you shake your head, eyes closed in disbelief.

Upon leaving the meeting you get about halfway down the hallway before you let out an exasperated sigh, tears brimming your eyes as you clench the nearby window seal for dear life. You breath is quick and hollow, slightly panicked but relieved? Happy? No, not quite. This was something else entirely.

“What the fuck…what the fuck!” You mutter, using the back of your palm to wipe your tears away.

 You take a deep breath, phone buzzing with a notification in your pocket. With shaky fingers, you pull your phone out, immediately dropping it and falling to your knees. Direct Deposit Transfer to Y/n L/n Subject: Prolonged Unpaid Funds For The Period Of Employment From January 2010-2018 Amount: $937,600.87

Your quiet sobs fill the hallway, and before you can compose yourself, there's a hand on your shoulder. You freeze, wiping your eyes again before facing-

“Nanami…” You breathe, giving him a faint smile.

“Sorry, um…I just got a lot of good news.” You explain, flattening any wrinkles in your dress shirt. 

“I see. I was coming to ask if you would be interested in joining me on a quick debrief with Gojo about that cursed spirit we encountered.” He asks, already handing you the handkerchief tucked in his suit pocket. 

“Thank you.” You nod, patting your face dry. 

“Follow me,” He instructs, his hand sliding from your shoulder and stopping just before the small of your back. “Oh and congratulations, Miss Y/n.”

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The room you were waiting in was nicely furnished. Nanami took a seat on one of the chairs, pulling out a newspaper to read while you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Nanami had you smitten. Either it was a crush or mutual respect, in your mid you’d already marked him as someone trustworthy and highly intelligent.

Now, Gojo on the other hand-

“He’s late.” You both speak, a slight chuckle leaving your lips as well as his, before the blonde continues to read the paper. 

You can’t help but turn your phone off, lip tucking between your teeth as you muster the courage to speak to him. 

“Nanami, uh…how do you know about my promotion?” You ask, picking at the loose thread on your dress skirt. 

“I recommended you. And so did Gojo.” He hums, folding the paper down a bit. 

There’s a silence, and before you can speak again, the door swings open, and god damn it, this man didn't have impeccable timing.

“Gooood Morning!” Gojo belts, arms slung behind his head as he plops down in the chair beside you, legs outstretched and crossed. Nanami is back, looking at his paper, and Gojo flashes you a bright smile. 

“Congratulations Miss L/n,” He smirks. You're flushed, stomach fluttering, and you sputter out a faint ‘thank you.’

There's another beat of silence before Nanami begins speaking. “Miss Y/n, about that curse we encountered. Its learned domain expansion. It is imperative that we exorcise as soon as possible.” He states looking at you from behind the paper again. “Ughhhh! Nanamiiiii c’mon say something interesting!” Gojo groans, leaning his head back against the chair as Nanami tuts in response. “This guy…” You mutter before Gojo excitedly speaks again. “I’ve got it! Let’s record a musical.ly and go viral! We can totally troll some people.” 

“I'm not doing that.” Nanami huffs, a faint snicker leaving your lips before Gojo continues.

“Orrrr what about a drinking game! List all the things you like about Satoru Gojo!” He smiles, and you know he’s burning holes in you with those icy blue eyes. 

“You can go first ‘Miss Y/n’.” He taunts, distinct jealousy lacing his tone. 

Oh he was definitely feeling some kind of way that Nanami got to use your first name before he did.

“Don’t pisss me off Gojo, it ain't even 12 yet.” You sigh, raising a brow at him as he gives the faintest chuckle.

“That's just a special way of saying you love meee.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, looking away from him before Nanami clears his throat. 

“It's totally idiotic but Itadori needs that right now.” Nanami hums, making a valid point. The boy needed some playfulness in his life and Gojo was perfect for that. 

“To be honest, that wasn’t the kind of difficulty I was talking about,” Gojo explains, a little more seriously. 

“Does Yuuji know about the Sukuna finger and Junpei?” Gojo asks, the name ringing a bell, and its finally your turn to pipe up. “What...happen to the kid?” You ask, stomach anxious for the answer. 

That's what he meant to talk about with you. The fact that not only was the patchwork curse becoming stronger and needed to be exorcised, but also that the boy, Junpei Yoshino, and his mother had been killed. 

Your jaw clenches, fists tight at your sides. 

“I see. He had potential, didn’t he…and Yuuji, he most likely befriended him, didn't he?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“And he doesn’t know, does he?” You groan, fully hanging your head in your hands. 

“No, I haven't told him. Knowing Yuuji, he’d feel unnecessarily responsible,” Nanami says sharply.

“I'm glad I left you in charge of him.” Gojo hums, tilting his head in your general direction.

“Are you really sure its safe to bring him back? Won't the higher-ups just target him again if they know he’s alive at the exchange event?” The blonde inquires.

“They don't know? Wait no one knows Yuuji is alive but us?” You gasp, eyes wide now and looking at both males who seemed guilty.

Of course. Offf fucking course.

“So how exactly do you plan to tell his grieving peers that their classmate is, in fact, alive despite one of them very clearly seeing him die?” You scoff at the question.

“Even if they do, Yuuji will be fine. You both should know that by now. Andddd I have the perfect plan to reintroduce him to my pupils.” Gojo grins, footsteps pattering against the hard floor excitedly before the doors swing open

“Hey, Gojo! Oh, Nanami and Miss Y/n too!” Yuuji beams, excited and full of life. You chuckle, standing to greet the boy who happily embraced you in a hug.

“C’mon let go! I'm excited to see everyone! So pumped!” He cheers, eyes practically sparkling now. 

There was no way this could do terribly wrong right?

[mikaiswolfsbane]

the concept of a japanese anime character using the pet name 'ma' will never not be funny to me😭

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Sometimes I wish I could put reaction pics in the Tumblr comments

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Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Desc: Nanami joins the chat, and Y/n finds herself swooning just a pinch. In the meantime, Yuuji is tasked with a private investigation of Junpei Yoshino, and Miss l/n and Nanami go toe to toe with Frankenstein in a teal 40-inch midde part buss down .

Warnings: some swearing, VERY faint suggestive content, Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Unnn sorry this took a while! i needed a break and was also on my spring break. This chapter is a little short buttt ill make the next one longer :) Lmk how you guys are feeling about this so far in the comments! Enjoy~

Link To Chapter 5 Found—-> HERE

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Chapter 4 Big Trouble with Little Mahito

-Monday 10:30AM-

“Yuuji’d been learning to control his cursed energy. I sent him with Nanami to an investigation.” Gojo speaks from the other line, your eyes scanning over the taped off movie theater with a grimace. “Ight, so just scope the scenery put and keep an eye out?” You hum, lifting the tape despite police protest.

You simply put your hand up with your glossed lips curled into a sneer. “Mmmyeah more or less. Namami’s a Grade 1 sourcerer so you two should get along just fine.” Gojo drones, sending you a little ‘good luck’ before hanging up. With a heavy sigh you walk into the theater, immedieatly greeted by Yuuji and his bright, boyish smile.

“Good morning Miss l/n!” He beams, the tall blonde man beside him looking serious as he adjusts his tie. Jesus christ you gotta break ya damn neck just to look him in his eyes. He's got sharp features, jaw tight and angled as glasses sit over his nose. Adorned in a light grey suit, blue button down, and a funky patterned tie, he gives a curt nod. 

“Nanami Kento, it’s a pleasure.” He nods, extending his hand to you which your mouth immediatly waters over .

Veins

You clear your throat, griping his hand in a firm shake, his lip faintly quirking upward. Yuuji, of course watches the interaction as you offer your name back with a smile. “I’m assuming Gojo gave you the run down on why I'm here?” You confirm and Nanami gives another nod, his eye twitching at the mention of Satoru. 

Ahhhhh so it's a universal response-

“Yes, but I would advise you to not engage Miss l/n. Yuuji is taking this situation as training.” He instructs with that buttery voice that makes your stomach lurch with anticipation.

Somethng about it actually makes you want to do what he says.

Maybe you were ovulating? You take the advice, assuring you wereonly here to observe. Yuuji smiles, vowing to impress you and ‘not die this time’.

Yuuji searches for the cursed energy in the room and its kind of adorableto wath him learn and apply the skills he’s practiced. Namani however, reminds him that he’s got a lot of improvemet to do. It's true though, you could feel the cursed energy the minute you stepped past the caution tape.

You brush the goosebumps on your arm and follow the pair towards the curses. Yuuji, is trying his best to click with Nanami but its just not working. 

“Don't take it to heart Yuuji. He’s just trying to make sure you're prepared.” You reassure, your hand coming to rest on the boys shoulder. He lets out a defeated sigh and follows the blonde. 

The rain falls on the building, the faint pitter patter bringing you comfort as the pair steps outside. Popping open your umbrella, you follow behind, stepping aside as to gibe them room to exorcise the curses.

One crawls around the side of the building, Nanami sending Yuuji to take care of the curse on the opposite side. The boy groans, feeling sightly defearted as Nanami guides him. 

“Why do you think so little of me, give me a chance,” Yuuji mutters after Namani instructs him to give a shout if he needs help. “It’s not about how much faith I have in you. I'm the adult and you're still a child.” Nanami voices, looseing his tie as your eyes follow him.

Oh this guy was a wet fuckin dream…literally. 

“My duty is to prioritize your life over my own.” He explains, pulling out a knife wrapped in spotted white cloth. Nanami drones on and on about instances that make you an adult, and you give a smirk. Yeahhhh he was right. You'd have your joints pop and back ache on many occasions. A simple reminder that you weren't 19 anymore. But despite Nanami’s incessant lecturing, Yuuji does it best to multi-task, a faint laugh leaving your lips. 

“You got this Yuuji!” You call out, still beneath your umbrealla as Kento shoots you an unammused gaze. 

“Miss l/n, I do believe encouragment coutns as interfearance.” He notes, and a shiver shoots up your spine. 

There's no way you can take this guy serious without feeling your coochie pulse every time he opened his mouth. You give a faint nod, trying to hide your smile before scretly shooting Yuuji a thimbs up. The young boy sturuggles to multitask for a moment, trying to listen to Namani, and also exorcise the curse. 

It doesn't take long for the fight ot be over, your eyes narrowing at the cursed spirits. Nanami however, stops Yuuji from finishing off his opponent. He calls you over, eyes tired, angled, and…pensive. “Miss l/n, take a look at this.” He asks, his lips pinched into a thin line. “They're….human.” You mutter, eyes widening a bit before a hard swallow squeezes at you throat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Former humans.” Shoko reveals over the phone, Yuuji’s head hung low. You don't hesitate to comfort, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. 

“Yuuji, it’s important that you know these deaths are not your fault. They died from the shock of what happened to their bodies.” She states, Yuuji still solem.

You look up at Nanami, his gaze meeting yours with the same realization you'd made. 

Yuuji, genuinly cares about others.

You're leaned agaisnt a desk, eyes scanning the map that Nanami was explaining to Yuuji. A way to possibly find the culprate behind the transfigured human curses. Your stomach clenches, the entire scenario leaving a bad taste in yoru mouth and unease in the pit of your stomach….something far more wicked would come of this.

Ijichi eyes your perplexed and semi-anxious state, looking back to Nanami and the pink-haired teen.

“So, were storming right in?!” Yuuji asks excitedly, ready to fight again, and you simply let out an amused chuckle before looking at him with raised eyebrows. 

“Boy, calm down. Nanami and I are handling that part. I'm sure you've got a differnt task.” You voice, watching Yuuji pout. “Precisely,” The blonde begins, flashing you a faint smile. 

Your stomach flutters. “This is the boy from the theater. He goes to the same high school as the three victims. I'd like you and Ijichi to investigate together.” He informs, leaning against the wall, facing you with a serious gaze. There's a beat of silence, and you can tell by the meeting alone he knows more than he’s leading on. What is with these sourceres and subtly hiding things from people? “You know exactly where the curse user is hiding out, dont you?” You ask, already knowign the answer. Nanami nods, arms folded over his chest. “We’re being lured in again. They would have left no residuals if they didn't want to be found.” Nanami explains, watching you as you stand in front of the desk and make your way over to him, looking at the map. 

“I made the safest choice on Yuuji’s behalf. He is-” “Still a child.” You both speak. You swear his lip quirks up in a smile even more now.

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The sewer has your skin crawling, nose scrunched at the smell as you follow beside Nanami, who had already disables two of the treansfugured humans that had been laying and waiting. He insisted you let him take care of it and only step in when needed.

“If you plan to come out please hurry up and do so.” Nanami states, more of a command than anything. 

You ready yourself beside him, already having your fists up, one winding in a circular motion as if to prepare to swing. 

“Come outsideeee we not gon’ jump you.” You taunt, immediately irritated when a laxidazical and cocky tone fills the sewer system air. He bout as bad as Gojo's ass... “What a relief, I'd be in trouble is Satoru Gojo were here.” The androgenous looking perpetrator. 

It's like every time you even consider the thought of that guy someone either mentions him or his ass appears.You sneer, dropping your defensive stance and poppin your hip out. “Hoe you already in trouble! The fuck!?” You scoff, brow raised as you give him an up down. “Miss l/n please,” Nanami warns, not taking his eyes fof the cursed user, holding his arm out as if to protect you.

You dont deny the way it makes your heart pound in your chest. 

“Let's finish this quickly. I hate putting in overtime if I don't have to.” Nanami scowls, eyes narrow under the colored glasses lenses. Nanami is quick to move, sprinting toward the curse user, ready to attack. Some of his hits land but the cursed spirit blocks them all, the two of them splashing grey water around as you stay close, ready to strike and step in at any given moment. 

He strikes again, this blow finally landing and nearly blowign the curses arm clean off. There’s a beat, the three of you all with a decent amount of space between you.

“Which do you think came first? The soul or the body?” It ask, the question making you stop an ponder. What the hell was this guy on about???? The shape of a body the shape of a soul? HEll, the shape of this murky ass water?!

It's hand heals, not before it swings it around a bit with the flesh that had barely kept it attached.

Gross…

“You understand now don’t you? My technique is to make contact with a soul, and alter its shape.”

“We didn't come here for a yapathon.” You mutter, already irritated that this was taking longer than usual.

“That one talks to much, I’ll make sure to take care of you first.” It speaks, eyes narrowed at you with a disgustingly sinister smile. “Oh pleaseeeee put your hands on me I wanna see you do it. Please do it.” You scoff, already pissed clean off.

It pulls out a shriveled little thing, most likely a former human. Transfuguring it into something else, both you and Nanami pause.

This thing fuckin sucks.

“Normal humans die soon after their soul is transfigurged,” It speaks, looking directly at you, and you're instantly defensive at his next statement. “I wonder if Jujutsu Sourcers last longer?” It grins, genuine curiosty and little remorse lacing it's tone. 

Nanami looks at his watch, then back at you, and then to the curse.

“It's 5:30 now, and my day began at 10:00 this morning.” He begins, fist clenching around the wrapped weapon. 

“I’m quiting at 6 regardless of what that requires.” Nanami states plainly.

You take abreath, readying yourself, sheildijng your soul in a layer of cursed energy just ot be safe. The last thing you needed was dying on these kids and being tortured essentially through it. “Rico Nasty…” You mutter, activatign your technique.

A nastyyyy guitar rift rips and echoing through the sewers. “Evoke smack a bitch.” You grin, eyes wild and fists clenched.

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Substitute (Satoru Gojo X Black!Reader)

Desc: Y/n gets a filler episode and the 2nd years are finally introduced! Gojo watches from a window, and the same one closes after y/n begins rethinking an offer.

A/n: Enjoy~

Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Language

CHAPTER 2 FOUND---> HERE CHAPTER 4 FOUND---> HERE

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Chapter 3 Back by popular demand + Miss L/n’s filler episode!

You can't help the way your lips quirk up at the sound of his laughter, and you want to be mad at the butterflies that erupt in your stomach…

But for some god-awful reason, you can't seem to muster the will to be annoyed. Instead, something else forms on your tongue.

“I.. shit..I’m sorry about…the attitude at the start. But you're genuine, and I know you care for these kids.” You commend, his smile softening. “You sweet on me, Miss l/n?” He taunts, your throat squeezing, and you roll your eyes. 

Nah, he still pissed you off…well, maybe a little less now.

Pushing off the wall, you move to leave. Gojo, of course, follows behind, taking this sign of toleration as an open opportunity to pester you. Something ‘bout you not knowing where you’re goin. You pause when he mentions Yuji, though. “Is Megumi going to be okay?” You ask, eyes filled with concern, and Gojo’s lips press into a thin line. “I can’t speak for him. But I know I became a teacher here to help produce strong and clever young sourcers for the future. He’ll be okay.” He explains, now walking beside you, leading you to a set of stairs heading down a darkened hallway.

“Lorddd he finna kill me” You whisper under your breath. It smells like chemicals down here, and much colder than the floor you were on originally. Damn, maybe he was about to pop you-

Standing right before the sliding door was a skinny, nervous-looking man with glasses. And immediately upon looking at you, his face tints, and he forces his eyes to focus on Satoru. “Ijichi,” Gojo begins, noting the change in demeanor as you fold your arms. “Miss L/n is coming in with me.” He explains coolly, whilst you hold your arms around yourself, the chill seeps into your bones. Ijichi nods, allowing you both in, and your stomach lurches. Of course, it was cold. Sitting on an autopsy table behind a taller, brown-haired woman was Yuuji’s body.

“Shoko, this is L/n. She was Yuuji’s steward temporarily.” He hums, knowing this process concerns you as well.

You had to put something down for your weekly report, and Shoko would more than likely be helpful there.

“Sorry, we didn’t meet under better circumstances.” She hums, giving you a nod of acknowledgement before tugging on a pair of white gloves, eyes tired and bagged beneath. 

You twitch when the elastic snaps in place. “Anyway, I'm getting started,” She hums, your eyes widening at Yuuji’s body sitting up behind her. And when he speaks clear as day, your heart drops to your ass. “The hell y’all got goin on?!-” You yelp, gripping Ijichi from behind you with shock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring up at the ceiling was beginning to get boring, but between your brush with death concerning Sukuna, and the rebirth of Yuuji, You decided to give yourself an off day…

An off day that was becoming MAD boring the longer you lay here! Gojo did ask if you would like to help train Yuuji, but you needed a minute or two before tackling that. With a heavy sigh, youroll over beneath the bedsheets, eyes heavy. You wanted to sleep...but it seemed like rest would come later. Maybe you could actually explore Harajuku? Nahhh, you’d spend way more than necessary…

Your mind scrolls through dozens of ideas, but nothing seems appealing. Well, maybe, rolling up, but the last think you needed was to be a felon by Japanese law.  

Perhaps you’d even stop by the school to check on the kids?

You force yourself up, tugging on a semi-cropped blouse and low risers found down in Roppongi. The top just barely draped over your belly, the piecing there already glittering. The jeans rested nicely on your hips, paired with the rhinestone belt. Maybe no sunglasses this time…

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Being back on the campus felt really good in all honesty, you didn't have a chance to scope the scenery out before, but now that you can appreciate it, (despite the heat havin your sweat your ass off). Walking up the steps and throught the entracne, you are greeted with cool air conditioner. A sigh leaves your lips, your freshly manicured nail pushing a piece of your boho braid behind your ear.

What…? You didn’t say the school would be your first stop. The halls are fairly empty as you look around, opening each classroom door, wedges tapping against the floors, before coming across one classroom abuzz. The chatter, however, dies down when you approach. Upon sliding the door open, you’re met with 2 new faces and a-

“I’m not even bouta press y’all over this.” You sigh, lazily pointing at the very obvious elephant (Panda) in the room. “Gojo said you had the day off?’ Nobara hums, her cheek resting against her fist, Megumi in a similar position. You nod, shrugging before resting one hand on your popped out hip. “Got bored, who yo lil friends?” You smile, looking to the 3 others. 

“Maki Zenin,” The girl clad in glasses responds, already sizing you up. “Kelp.” The white-haired teen speaks, your brow raising as you give an unsure nod.

“And I’m-” the bear speaks, only to have you raise your hand and nod vigorously. 

“Lemme guess,” You pause, leaning against the doorway. 

“you look like a Freddy.” You joke, being the only one snorting at it.

 Damn, tough crowd.

It? He? Shakes its head and ‘smiles’ before continuing. “Panda!” He smiles wide, your face falling before you take another long, exasperated breath. 

“Righttt, cause the boy don’t speak, but the damn Panda do. Oh, okay.” You mumble, giving the group a humble finger wave. 

“Miss L/n. Transfered from America not too long ago.”You explain. 

Now, how you ended up outside, playing various games and practicing with these kids is beyond you. But you’re not all that mad, lining up for kickball in jeans and wedges. “Finna dust y’all!” You call out, as the boy who you learned was named Inumaki, settles for referee (cause of course, he would). Panda is the pitcher, while Nobara, Megumi, and Maki are all centerfielders, preparing to catch the ball. He tosses the ball hard, and you can’t help but give these kids a run for their money, activating your curse technique. 

They freeze, once again, music sounding off into nothing. You’re practically glowing in the sunlight, heels putting cracks into the ground, with eyes trained on the poor kickball that was about to feel your wrath. “Sha’carri…lend me speed.” You mutter, the ball connecting with your wedge and flying out of bounds as the students watch it disappear. 

Smoke peels off the soles of your feet, the soil beneath them crumbling with each stomp into the grass.

6 seconds around all bases. 

And there you were, cackling at the disbelief etched onto their faces

“She’s about as bad a showoff as Gojo,” Megumi notes with a faint smile, etched over his features, seeing Maki and Panda scold you for cheating.

 Your arms are simply thrown up as you give a ‘:/ womp womppp’. Its all in good fun, though, smiles and sarcastic scoffs erupting very faintly from the otherwise serious teens. “Stay ready ‘n you won’t  have to get readyyyyy!” You tease, sticking your tongue out childishly.

Its a lesson at the end of the day, not that these kids needed it. But damn, did it feel good to play teacher for a little while. From the windows of the building behind you all, Satoru Gojo watches. His chin perched in his hand with a growing smile. 

“You must actually like this one,” Shoko mutters from beside him, enjoying the faint breeze blowing in. 

“Nah,” he pauses, still watching you as you hit another lap, promising the teens a new kickball since you managed to kick the other one into the sun. “She’s good for morale.” He grins, Shoko noting the pink tint to his ears, choosing not to press the issue further. Satoru pushes off the window, his hands coming to rest behind his head as he walks the hall with a grin. ‘I should be shakin' my ass on a yacht in Miami right now!’

He can't help but chuckle, a snort leaving his lips as he thinks of how crazy an introduction that is. But the longer he thinks, the more he feels Shoko is right. God forbid he begin to tolerate you more than he had initially.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The students chatted amongst themselves, eyes widening at the plastic bag you wielded in your hands. “What, y'all thought I was just gonna leave you without a reward for training so hard and puttingup withmy shit?” You chuckle, opening the bag to them as you point your lips downward as if to signal them to help themselves. “My treat, I figured you all could use something to cool down.” You hum, each of them getting a fun little drink to cool down as the sun began to set. Its quiet, but comforting as they take in the ambience. Asking questions about you before you ask your own, bonding with the kids. At one point, you even chatted about your teen years, harping on having them enjoy the little things and to indulge in what makes them happy. It's heartfelt, but there's some sadness laced in each word. “Live your lives to the fullest and without regrets.” You encourage finishing your drink before standing and stretching. “Mustard Leaf?” Inumaki speaks, your eyes darting to Panda and Maki with a tight-lipped smile. “Uhhh, yeah? Imma get witcha you one day.” You reassure, shoes pressing into the soft grass of the field. “I’ll be back again sometime this week or next week! Y’all be good.” You call out, heart full. The sun is almost completely set now, the sky is painted a deep orangy-purple, and the moon rises in place of the sun. Its calm, your body is tired fromcthe physical activity, but content with the time spent. It would have stayed that way until that same agitating, grating voice echoes from beside you. “Have fun?” Gojo hums, your fraux frown upturning into a smile you can't hide, nor fight to do so. “You stalking me now?” You joke, walking a bit slower now, not necessarily minding the company…and maybe his voice was all that bad after all. He laughs. Yeah, right, as if he’d be stalking you. “Nah, you do have an impressive kick though.’ He teases, your eyes rolling as you let out a soft laugh.

“Training for the kids.” You hum, looking up at the sky, noticing a couple of stars peek out now, twinkling as you come to your car. “You have a license?” He asks, almost shocked. “Don't start.” You giggle, clearing your throat when a silence falls over you both. “I uh, was actually gonna go grab dinner if you umm maybe…” You pause, immediately closing your mouth as he looks right through you. Makes you feel small, fist clenching at your side. “Have a good night, Satoru.”

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Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: Language

Desc: After completing assigned research on Satoru Gojo, y/n has her first encounter with Sukuna. Unfortunately, feeling as though she has failed to protect the students and is far weaker than her personal babysitter. between wishing she was in Miami and her girls back home encouraging to find some international huzz, she's stuck with the buds of a late-blooming unlikely friendship.

CHAPTER 1 FOUND---> HERE CHAPTER 3 FOUND --->HERE

A/N: Enjoy~ (laying more groundwork this chapter, but the 'relationship' is starting to form)

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Chapter 2 Sooooooulful Dirty Souf

“Someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori.” Megumi voices concern, lacing his tone, but Gojo is quick to dismiss him. 

“You tellin' me that boy ate a special grade cursed object? No prior knowledge, no fear of what it wasss, nothin???” You question, grimacing at the thought alone. Gojo hums in response, leaning on his knees with a faint smile. Was that like his default face or something?! But then he turns his attention to you, the smile’s more curious than cocky for once. 

You’re leaning against the wall beside them, looking at them both. Part of you wonders the relationship they have. Yes, that's his teacher, but it seemed to feel like more than that. 

Paternal almost. 

Even though his face is mildly obscured, Gojo gives off an air of douchy older brother, or that one boyfriend your mom brings over thats actually kinda chill? You shake the thought away, looking at him for far too long now. Now that you think about it, if he wasn’t so fuckin irritating, he might could be cute. 

“Miss l/n, what’s your knowledge on curses?” He asks, more like a genuine question, gauging almost. “Enough to know you shouldn’t underestimate ’em.” You begin, Megumi, listening intently to your response. 

“Curses are different all around the world, and the U.S is known to have more aggressive ones…typical.” You mutter, hearing him give a hum of approval. “I feel like Tokyo curses are about the same as the ones you’d find down south.” You hum, tapping your finger to your chin in thought. “Anyway, ain’t nothing I can’t handle. If I need to step in at any point, I’m more than capable, trust.” You state firmly, confidently. 

“Miss l/n, what is your technique?” Megumi asks, Gojo chuckling as if he had asked something crazy. “Megumiiii, that's like asking a woman's age! Where are your manners?” He taunts, your eye twitching. “That’s literally nothing alike.” You shoot back, pushing off the wall and tugging the itchy polyester collar again. At least the sun was setting, and you'd be in your mini condo soon. Megumi, on the other had looks intrigued, like knowing could be an advantage of sorts, but you doubted you would need to use it at any point.  “In short, my technique can summon my ancestors and figures in my history. I can take their traits and apply them to myself. I call it Soulful Dirty Souf.” You explain, wanting to give an example but opting not to show off too much. 

“My domain, the Ancestral Plane, is a little more complicated and ian explaining all that.” You clarify, Megumi looking a little more interested than before now. “Kind of like my shikigami,” He hums, now deep in thought. 

There’s a ruckus, the curse bursting out the window in an attempt to escape as glass shards crumble to the ground. With no hesitation, you ready yourself, eyes locked onto the target. Flowered lines and dots rise to the surface of your skin, decorating your face with masonjoany face paint.

 But before you can fully activate your technique, the curse bursts into flames. Inhaling a sharp breath, you drop your hands, the lines disappearing as quickly as they had emerged. 

The doors from the front of the building burst open, Yuuji holding a kid in his arms as both he and Nobara wear proud smiles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a nice meal (courtesy of Gojo), you found yourself standing outside of Tokyo Midtown, and exhausted. He had taken the kids back to the campus (where apparently they had rooms) but not without telling you ‘what a pleasure’ it had been.

 A sigh leaves your lips, the air becomes a bit cooler, and a slight relief spreads over your body. The streets were fairly busy, not so much so that it was suffocating. ‘Maybe I should get something else to wear until?’ You think, walking past clothing stores full of the local fashions. 

Now, you coulllld resist and wear this god damn potato sack until you had a chance to get it altered. 

Or….

Walking into your room with roughly 10 bags was enough to have you smiling wide and ready to stunt on Gojo’s ass the next day. You’d only really packed the essentials upong travling here (your bestie suggested you just buy clothes out here).

After your night routine of collagen, retinol, facewash and moisturizer, you cracked open your laptop to do some ‘studying’. The U.S had made it clear that you should read up on these people before you even interact with them. But why would you spend the flight doing unpaid work? Exactly, you wouldnt.

It’s not long before your eyes are speeding over the words of the document, stomach becoming uneasy.

Name: Satoru GojoAge: 28Height: 6’3Eye Color: BlueHair Color: White

Satoru Gojo holds both the Limitless and Six Eyes. Limitless: This Inherited Technique gives the user the ability to bring the concept of "Infinity" into reality, allowing the user to manipulate and distort space at will.

This technique comes with 3 categories of use:-Blue: activated by channeling amplified cursed energy into the Limitless. It infinitely converges space to a single point to create a void-like effect and produce fields of attraction.

-Red: reverses the effect of the strengthened technique and brings the divergence of infinity into reality, generating the power to repel.

-Purple: the fusion of Red and Blue, a secret ability known to only a few in the Gojo clan. Both infinities, convergence, and divergence collide, resulting in an imaginary mass that rushes forth. The technique possesses extraordinary explosive power

You sit up, swallowing hard as your brows furrow. 

“The fuck…” It leaves your lips in a semi-hushed whisper.

Your throat tightens, goosebumps prickling your skin, the more you read.

-Any member of the Gojo Family can hereditarily gain this technique; only those who also possess the Six Eyes can truly master the power of the Limitless. Satoru Gojo is the first sourcerer to be born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in the last four hundred years. He is extremely dangerous. DO NOT ENGAGE MORE THAN NECESSARY

-Six Eyes: A Six Eyes bearer has immense perception and unrivaled visual prowess far beyond that of any other sorcerer. Their eyesight is comparable to a high-definition infrared camera, allowing them to see even when their eyes are covered. They can easily see things from several kilometers away and distinctly tell apart different figures within that range.

You fully sit up now, palms sweating. The more you read, the more you comprehend what the fuck he actually was. That definetly explain the fucking reverse sheisty…but he didn't need to wear it. That mother fucker was probably doing it purely to aura farm- “What’s stopping you from going AWOL…” You mutter to no one, fingers trembling slightly as the photo of him seems comical compared to the descriptions. “Who’s to know you won’t say fuck this and kill us all.” The concept alone is terrifying. 

And…belittling all the same. Had your pride gotten in the way so much so that you would underestimate the sheer power this man held, literally in his DNA? Your stomach turns. He had every right to act the way he did.

Because deep down, you know that you would be much worse with that kind of power. And more than anything now, you’re intrigued. What exactly makes Satoru Gojo? Past the technique…

“Who are you?” You whisper, eyes scanning over the information once more before- “Ring Ring***” “PICK UP THE PHONE HOE**” “Ring Ring***” “PICK UP THE-**”

"L/n speaking." You state, awaiting the other line to respond.

“You’re needed in place of Satoru Gojo.” If you heard that name again, you were gonna burst into fucking flames. And now they wanted you in place of him?! It wasn’t like you were weak, god no…but to put you in place of a task that would have been reserved for Gojo?

 Its an honor partially, but a screw up would just make you look bad. It could even kill you if this were a situation fitting for Satoru. Thats the last thing you needed.

“I’m on my way.” You state plainly, already up and tugging on the clothes you had just purchased.

You’d be damned if you were stuck in that uniform again, dresscode could kiss yo black ass.

-West Tokyo City Eishuu Juvenile Detention Center-

Upon arrival, you make note of the cars parked in front. The surrounding area had been evacuated. Clouds cover the sky, an air of impending doom seeping into the scenery as you take a deep breath. There is a veil coming down again, and the situation screams serious. Pushing your sunglasses up with a hand resting on your popped-out hip, you sigh.  Apparently, Fushiguro was still held up here while he waited for Yuuji to return, but requested that a grade 1 or higher sorcerer come anyway.

Smart kid.

Already making observations, your stomach turns in doubt. There's a pause as the information registers, and your heart squeezes in your chest. “These dumbasses sent 3 first years to deal with a cursed womb? out dumb as fuck for that.” You scoff, preparing yourself to search for fushiguro…but it turns out to be easier than you thought. Off in the distance, not too far from the entrance, is a ruckus, and the rumble of a more grave, malevolent voice. There stands Fushiguro and Yuuji? 

Your lips open to speak, but stop immediately when Yuuji’s hand punctures a fist-sized hole into his chest. Upon closer inspection, the boy’s body is covered in tattoos you were 100% weren’t there first meeting. -Ryomen Sukuna:  History's strongest jujutsu sorcerer, born over a thousand years ago. Regarded as the undisputed King of Curses, his cursed energy and soul were split into his twenty indestructible fingers. Current Vessel: Yuuji Itadori You were in over your head, but your body moves on its own. Yuuji’s once sweet eyes are filled with wickedness as he flashes a sharp-toothed grin. You’re quick to step in front of Megumi, arm held out to protect him as white and red lines trace your face. Moran warrior battle paint. Your fists are clenched, and despite the situation, Megumi clutches up and readies himself for battle. “We haven’t met, but I can guarantee you I’m not with the bulshit” You mutter, taking in the situation as Megumi explains the current circumstances, ready for anything. Yuuji…Sukuna chortles, almost amused that you would even attempt to put up a fight. The clouds gather overhead, soaking you to the bone with rainwater. “We need to stop him, and I can’t do this without you.” You state, the boy nodding before releasing one of his skikigami. Drums of the Maasai people sound off in the surroundings, mixing with the pitter-patter of the rain, and Megumi comes with his best attacks. You, on the other hand, follow behind, legs moving to cover Megumi’s exposed areas, essentially switching off with attacks. “Grant me your strength!” The call is desperate, yet your technique enhances your abilites and you manage to land a blow. 

“You’re a fun one,” Sukuna cackles, dodging your combined attacks as if they were nothing. You falter, his clawed hand digging into the fabric of your shirt, the opposite gripping Megumi’s uniform. 

And mere seconds after, you’re flying several feet into the air, past trees and evacuated houses. Your sunglasses fly off your face, and you can’t help but feel a little sad. But fuck now your back hurts after being flung through concrete walls. “I JUST BOUGHT THOSE!” You holler, brows turned down in irritation. “That’s what you’re worried about!” Megumi calls back, eyes widening when Sukuna readies himself to beat the absolute dogshit out of you both.

“We gotta jump him!” You huff, landing on the back of his shikigami Nue, headed right for Sukuna.

 It’s no use, though, Sukuna tearing through the barrage of skikigami, flinging Megumi into you. Nue tries to carry your bodies to safety, but Sukuna is on your ass again. Your bodies crash land, building debris crushing around you both. 

Despite the pain, you lift Megumi slightly, immediately examining his body for injuries. The shikigami disappears, Sukuna making notes about how his technique works. “This punk isn’t even close to being worth the effort.” Sukuna detents, your brows furrowing as Megumi stands, your legs forcing you up as well. Megumi tightens up as you catch your breath. Upon seeing Megumi’s determined stance, Sukuna prepares to fight back. The tattoos begin to fade, Megumi explaining that he didn't have a reason for saving Itadori. Now that you hadn't known.. And here he was, trying to save his friend again… “Megumi..” You warn, watching the kindness return to Yuuji’s eyes, his voice soft. 

Blood pools at the boy's feet as you call his name, moving immediately to catch him as his balance falters. “Thank you for coming all this way, Miss L/n. I hope you live long lives.” He’s struggling to speak, but you’re already moving to hold his limp body up, chest heaving. “Itadori…Itadori!!!” You call, but to no avail does he answer. “God damn it! Call someone now!” You call over your shoulder, eyes squeezed tight as Yuuji’s dead body slumps over you.

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Standing at the steps, Nobara and Megumi had made your chest squeeze. Sitting beside eachother, talking about nothing but everything. “I barely knew him. Not gonna cry about some guy I knew for two weeks.” Nobara states, trying to remain nonchalant, but you see the way her lip quirks, a choked sob dying in her throat. And Megumi looks…miserable. “It's okay to be sad. Even so...he was your age, and you bonded.” You explain, approaching them as Nobara uses the back of her hand to wipe a tear that prickled the corner of her eyes.

Your throat squeezes, fighting your own melancholy before taking a seat between them on the steps. “Its not right, you guys are meant to do this at such a young age. Feels like I'm the only one that gets that…” You mumble, taking a deep breath. The U.S had been planning to send you back, but decided its be better if you could gain more intel about the curses and sourceres here. You were still part of the FBI…why would you make you come back when there was still potential work to be done? Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you give the two teens a sad smile. Stepping away, you pull out the device, knowing your cell bill would be through the ROOF with overseas charges. With a heavy sight you answer the barrage of texts. ‘GIRL, what the hell goin on in JAPAN!’ *shay.lala sent a reel*

‘Ion know but y'all see the video of that one dude on the train out htere, whew chileee too foine’ *monique.bby sent a reel*

‘No fine shyte in Japan y/n? Girl, come back with a man at least-’ *sent by terri2spam*

You sigh, looking at the groupchat filled with photos of Miami and questions about Japan. “Y'all don't pmo. You know this is strictly work. And the only dude I work with is annoying as fuck.” You respond, sliding the phone away with an eyeroll. You still had beef with him. Where was he when you needed him! Why the FUCK would they send you in place of him! Now the boy is dead! Your fists clench at your sides, and the guilt builds on your shoulders. Maybe if you'd been faster? Gotten there quicker? “Stop beating yourself up.” Again, it is almost as if the thought of him brings him near.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You state flatly, trying to distract from the anger and irritaion boils in your stomach. 

“Where was yo antenaes when we needed you?” You question, raising a brow at him, his expression just as serious as your own. 

You’re leaning against the wall, arms folded, with a glare etched over your face. Gojo was quiet for a moment, leaning against the opposite wall, hands shoved in his pockets. 

And despite the blindfold, he’s looking right through you. “Away on business. I was the one who got the kids' execution suspended, and some didn’t like that.” He explains, and the sheer depth of his voice makes the hair at the back of your neck stand at attention. 

“The higher-ups took advantage of my absence and used the special grade to dispose of Yuuji.” He explains, your scowl softening, and your arms drop to your sides. “Why do that? Did they not care that Kugiskai and Fushiguro were with him?” You inquire, shocked, but not really. The CIA had done worse. “No. Point is, they don't care for me much, and had they died, it would've just caused more trouble on my end.” He mutters, still looking into your soul behind the blindfold. “Maybe I oughta cut to the chase and kill all the higher-ups…” He grumbles, the statement sending warning electricity up your spine. There it was. And this time, you let your curiosity carry your tongue.

“So what’s stopping you? I read your lil' file.” He grins faintly, amused once again over something you can't pinpoint. Your audacity, maybe? 

“You’ll be leaving for America again soon, won’t you?” He defects, air more cocky now.ANNNND immediate irritation.

“You in my business, don't do that.” You shoot back sharply, seeing him flash those pearly whites and chuckle.

That alone earns a full chuckle.

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Substitute (Satoru Gojo x Black!Reader)

Warnings: mild language Desc: Y/n if finding out her true purpose here in japan and its far more grim than she had realized. Despite it all, she's determined to play her part as best she can while also fighting the urge to stanger her newsest coworker and opp Satoru Gojo. So far so good, but if he says one more thing in this Tokyo heat shes bound to whoop ass. On the bright side, she won't be the only woman for long, and a new girlhood-based companionship blossoms with Nobara

Word Count: 2.2k

INTRODUCTION FOUND --->HERE CHAPTER 2 FOUND --->HERE

A/N: Enjoy~

Chapter 1: Guest starring: First Year Jujutsu Sourcerers!

~~~~~~~~~ The task was simple. Between the instructions from Japan and America, the end goal was clear. Yuuji Itadori would be executed once he had consumed all of the cursed spirit, Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. It didn't sit right with you. This teenage boy, sentenced to death after carrying out a task with no way out other than the aforementioned. Just sitting in that room, forced to hear the gruesome fate awaiting him, it made your blood boil. Like the boy wasn't even human...like he didn't have hopes and dreams and aspirations like any other teenager. It was a bitter reminder of the way this world worked.

 It wasn’t fair in the slightest.

“So, you're telling me that I was made to come all this way, just to prepare him to die? Like a fuckin dog before its euthanized?” You utter, fists clenching at your sides. 

“And everyone is just cool with this?” You spit again, looking for someone, anyone to say something. 

Anything. 

And you’re met with silence. 

Your anger was warranted, and it wasn’t in either Gojo’s or Yaga's power to put a stop to it. But then again, Yuji had essentially done this to himself. Your heart races in your chest as Yaga explains more of the situation, how even though it could be prolonged…the results were all the same. Yuuji Itadori was meant to die.

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The silence hadn’t broken since you and Gojo had left that meeting. Your brain can't seem to process fast enough that this was what your summer had come to. It would've been better if you hadn't been summoned for this shit at all, but being one of the best sorcerers of the U.S., you didn't have much of a choice. You were essentially an ‘on-call’ employee to the FBI’s Extraterestial and Poltergeist Department .

“You good with this shit too?” You mutter, pausing before glancing back at Gojo, who had also been assigned (unfortunately) to you. It’s mainly just to get you settled in and ready to work with Yuuji. He stops, the space between you palpable. There’s a beat, and he takes a long, exasperated breath. “No, but there's only so much you or I can do.” He hums, tone far more serious than it had been earlier. 

He’s plotting something; the faint defiance in his tone was subtle enough for you to catch. It was already obvious he cared for his students, and Yuuji was no different. “How old is he?” You mumble, picking the fabric of your pants anxiously. 

These jujutsu uniforms were annoying, especially in this heat. You were sure youd die of swamp-ass and heat stroke before any curse could get its hands on you. “15.” “Fuck…” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

-Later That Evening- In front of you are the two students from earlier, and 2 pairs of eyes look right at you. Your folded arms and raised brow give the impression you're wayyy pissed off, but that couldn't be far from the truth. 

If anything, there was guilt. They're just kids, and this is the shit they have to deal with? Well, to be fair…you were a kid too all those years ago, and it felt…normal to have to do all this jujutsu sourcerer, cursed energy bullshit from so early on. That was besides the point, though. Right now, you are stuck babysitting them more or less. 

‘Why don't you escort them, and I’ll catch up? You’ll be spending the majority of your days with them soooo.’ 

You can practically hear that annoyingly smug drawl ringing in your ears now. He was right, though. If you’d be working closely with the first years because of Yuuji, there was no harm in being there for their endeavors and to introduce yourself. 

 Apparently, there was a third student meant to attend Jujutsu High, and now you were simply waiting to pick them up. You pick the itchy polyester blend from your skin in irritation, the heat making things far stickier than you’d like. 

You and the two boys had hopped on the train, moving to central Tokyo, and Harajuku greeted you with brightly colored shops full of things you’d only ever dreamed of. Maybe you wouldn’t treat this like a work trip and actually enjoy yourself…

Yuuji had insisted on grabbing a frozen treat, trying to beat the heat himself, and you couldn't be bad at that. After all, you’d be falling victim to a stroke any minute now. One store held several frozen desserts, and even Megumi looked prone to falling for the colorful packages. Despite not knowing much about these kids, you couldn't help but feel paternal towards them, your fingers itching towards your wallet on its own. “You can get whatever you’d like,” It comes out matter-of-factly, but Yuuji doesn't seem to care and looks all too pleased. “It’s hot as shi- uh, it’s hot out there. Honestly, it’s making me sweat just looking at your uniform.” You chuckle, pointing at Yuuji’s red hooded threads, which were definitely layered under the same itchy cotton-polyester blend that was giving you hell. “R-Really?” He asks, looking to you for reassurance before opening the mini freezer to grab one in a pretty blue package. You nod, already pulling your wallet out to pay. Megumi hesitates, looking like he wants one but decides not to. As if a sweet treat would be too much of a reward for himself. “Youuu, don’t want one?” You hum, clearing your throat as he simply puts a hand up to decline. Yuuji, on the other hand, has already torn the plastic off and stuck the cold ice pop into his mouth, eyes wide, full of joy. “Thank you very much!” He smiles, giving you a half-bow, popsicle still in his mouth. 

You nod, pulling your phone out with a smile, motioning for Megumi to squeeze in. 

“Act like y’all like each other-” And before either could protest, you snap a picture.

Megumi seems pleased as they wait by the sidewalk rail, Yuuji leaning against it. They chatter amongst themselves, Yuuji asking about the strange number of first years, and Megumi, of course, had the answer.

Even in the US, Jujutsu sourcers were rare. You just so happened to be one of them and were put through extensive training to ‘serve’ your country. Not like you had much choice in the matter. 

And hell, maybe you weren't the best…maybe it was just the fact that there were so few, and you had succeeded as much as you did made you ‘the best’. 

Despite it all, it was refreshing to see the teens grow closer and befriend one another. Maybe Gojo was right-

And as if even thinking his name could summon him like Voldemort, he appears. That confident aura pinches your nerves and sends irritation up your spine. 

“Sorry for the wait,” he hums, side eyeing you and then the popsicle stick hanging out of Yuuji’s mouth before he discarded it. “I see your uniform came in on time!” He chimes, looking at your itching and uncomfortable ass fit with amusement. “You do know they can be customized, right?” He grins, as if holding this information was too funny, and you very well could have had this navy blue sack you currently sported be better fitted for you. Asshole. You can feel your eye twitch as he grins down at you with the reverse shiesty. It didn't matter now, though; walking through the streets of Harajuku was enough to turn your sour mood into one of pure whimsy.

 Fuck Miami, this is where it’s at! Whoever had requested to meet here definitely knew where the good shit was. Yuuji fawns over treats, and you can’t help but let your own eyes wander. 

And the joy soon comes to a close when Gojo's presence looms beside you. “So, you're buying my students treats now?” He asks, striking up a conversation. Yuuji and Megumi are ahead of you now,  the pair (mainly Yuuji) chatting about thier new schoolmate. 

“And don't feel too bad about the uniform thing, I put the custom order for him in myself.” He reassures, expression cool and collected as you tug at the suffocating collar. “Woulda been nice to know before they stuck me with this backup shit.” You swear, choking on it before muttering an apology. 

He shrugs, obviously not phased by your mouth, in fact, smirking a little bit.

“I can put one in for you too,” He offers offhandedly, your eyes sort of appreciative. For a moment, the annoyance you have melts; maybe he wasn't so bad after all? “‘Cause I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.” He finishes, and the exasperation returns full force before your eyes squint, and you walk ahead of him. Yeah, this mf was gonna work your everlasting nerve every chance he got. 

It doesn't take long to get to the midpoint of Takeshita Street, where you’re met with a scene you could only describe as comical. A spunky-looking redhead, halting a model recruiter, demanding he tell her exactly what he thinks about her being a model instead of the girl he had been previously approaching. Yuuji, decked out in the spoils of Harajuku, claims that the whole ordeal is embarrassing. Megumi gives him a once over that screams, ‘like you’re one to talk.’ Gojo calls her over, and when you make eye contact, you know for a fact that you’d get along just fine. She purses her lips, giving you a pleased up-down, her hand resting on her popped-out hip.

Oh yeah, she was definitely that gorl- After dropping her bags off in a coin locker, she stands before the four of you, more so displaying her confidence and skill over the two boys. “Nobara Kugisaki. You boys should be honored.” She states plainly, like they ought be thankful to even be in her presence. She glances at you next, a smile forming over her lips. “Ok perioddd. And girl, yo bob,” You compliment, tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind your ear with an approving smile, tapping your middle finger and thumb together. 

Yuuji raises a brow, and Gojo seems to be pleasantly surprised. “I like her,” She smirks, a shared energy between you two solidifying a rather palpable fellowship.

“Righttt right.” You grin, biting your tongue between you teeth, the girlhood between you both only growing more the longer you chitter as fi the rest of them weren't there. Speaking of which, after one look at her classmates, Nobara sighs in defeat, as if the two were just pitiful to even be associated with. You can’t help the snort that leaves you. “Since all three of you are here and two of you are from the countryside, that means were going to Tokyo,” Gojo reveals, your joy spiking just as much as Yuuji and Nobara’s. You don't fight the little gasp of excitement that leaves your lips. Sure, Harajuku was only part of it, but if the rest of Tokyo was anywhere close to as amazing as this was, you'd be overjoyed to join in! The teens, excluding Megumi, who most likely knew this was all too good to be true, danced and yipped in excitement over where they should go. “Sooo, where exactly are we going?” You ask, trying to contain your excitement.

 For once, you’re minds is racing in curiosity over what he could possibly have in store. Hell, he might just bump himself up a few points if it’t something nice. He only grins at you, craning his neck down with that same grin that was starting to irritate you the more you saw it. “Mmmmm, wouldn’t you like to know.” He taunts, as if you were just another student beneath him and it makes your blood pressure skyrocket. “Don’t make this any more irritating for me than it already is.” You warn, glaring at him as he gives a faint chuckle, leaning down next to you. “Why, cause you'd rather be ‘shakin your ass on a yacht in Miami’ and I'm ruining Japan for you?” Oh, so he knows he's being a dickhead! He hums out a laugh, quieting Nobara and Yuuji’s bickering with the grand reveal that Roppongi would be your next destination. Now, you didn't know much about Japan, but with a quick search, Google let you know Roppongi was the reallll nice. But of course, after walking past all the luxury and luster…you know Megumi had Gojo figured out all along. Because much like your students, you deflated at the sight of a busted-down, abandoned building holding a curse within it. The energy sends goosbumps prickling up your arms, the heat turned to a sudden chill that fills your body with the natural response to dread. Nobara complains beside you, saying how cruel it is to give false hope to country folk. You swallow, taking a deep breath before looking to Gojo, who was simply standing there alllll too smug. “You ain’t no good.” You mutter, preparing yourself to use your curse technique. 

Despite having an inkling that this whole Roppongi ruse was a test for your newest pupil, part of you wanted to show off. Gojo looks back at you, letting the trio chat amongst themselves. 

“Nobara, Yuuji, you go exorcise the curse inside that building.” He hums, Megumi’s face (although still a bit stoic), faintly downturns in a pout.

“Don't feel too bad, I'm sure there's a reason he only sent them in.” You reassure, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

And he doesn’t shrug you off, at least not at first.