to that one anon (you know who you are), i really want to answer your ask โน๏ธ feel free to send me a dm or let me know if i can answer your question ,,
Hi! Iโm sending you a request for a match up :) Are you doing them?๐ฅบ The fandom is jujutsu kaisen. You can just call me pink :) Iโm a girl and Iโm straight. On the outside Iโm closed off and donโt talk much to people, but on the inside Iโm very sensitive and warm hearted. When someone gains my trust I open up. So I want someone to approach me first. Whatโs a good match for me? Thank you :)
hi pink !! um this is a writing blog lmao ๐ฅฒ but because you took the time to send it in, i would say yuuji.
i think this boy is very friendly and approachable that he would be able to get you to open up to him. i personally think itโs a nice balance when an introvert is with an extrovert !! and your warm heart would attract yuuji so much omgg i just picture him being clingy af ๐ฅบ๐
sendai is a such a beautiful town that youโre grateful that you have the best tour guide. though normally people donโt hold hands with their tour guide, youโre lucky this one is your boyfriend.
this boy was so excited to show you around his hometown; he was beaming and completely giddy. โtrust me y/n, youโre gonna love the food here! oh! and thereโs a lot of cool shops too!โ he excitedly describes these places while swaying your intertwined hands. heโs such a kid :โ)
before yuuji took you to the central area, he wanted to show you his neighborhood where his grandfather raised him. โthis is it!โ yuuji lets go of your hand and holds out his arms in a sort of ta-da pose. you laugh at his enthusiasm and say โah the home of a legend,โ you bring your hand up to your chin in a thinking pose, โyou think you could sign one of those rocks for me to sell?โ yuuji laughs wholeheartedly at your question and pulls you in toward his chest. โyou would have toโโ
โYUUJI?!โ your boyfriendโs response is cut short by a few voices behind you two. turning to look whoโs calling yuujiโs name, you see that itโs a couple of kids. โhey!โ yuuji releases you from his embrace to approach the kids.
the three boys all look around 10 or so. they run up to your boyfriend and dap him up. โwhoโs that?โ the blonde kid asks. โthatโs y/n. theyโre my s/o,โ he answers happily as he signals you to come closer. โHUHH?? NO WAY, YOUโRE LYING!โ the boy with black hair yells in disbelief. โNO ITโS TRUE!โ yuuji whines at the boy. โthereโs no way theyโd go out with someone as lame as you,โ the redhead snickers. โshut up. you canโt even talk to girls,โ yuuji snaps back.
you chuckle at the interaction and intervene, โhe is lame but heโs kinda cute.โ โgross,โ they all respond with disgusted faces. โy/n, i donโt even wanna introduce you to them anymore,โ yuuji sighs, โi used to babysit these kids sometimes.โ
they all wave at you. a child babysitting other children? sounds terrifying.
โyou wanna play a game with us?โ the blonde haired boy asks you two. โyeah! we actually have five people now with y/n here,โ the redhead adds. yuuji looks over in your direction which causes you to shrug, โwhy not?โ
so, it turns out that when yuuji and the boys played baseball together, they would switch between positions and never have someone to keep track of their points. and thatโs where you end up lmao. on the sidelines, marking down points on your phone.
you hear yuuji yell out โwatch this, babe!โ throughout the rounds they played. eventually, the kids join in.
โy/n, did you see how cool that was?โ
โiโm good at this, right y/n?โ
you nod and cheer them on; giving out so many high fives that your hand starts stinging. โi donโt wanna play anymore,โ yuuji says as he pouts underneath the protective gear. โcome on, yuuji!โ the raven haired boy was about to take his pitcher stance. โbabe, whatโs wrong?โ you ask while placing your hands on your hips. your childish boyfriend answers, โwhy are you giving them all the attention?โ you canโt help but giggle at his cute self.
โcโmere.โ
yuuji gets up reluctantly and depressively walks over. you remove the helmet from his head and place a peck on his still pouty lips. โEWWWWWโ you hear all the boys yell out. โthere will be more if you go back in there okay?โ yuujiโs smile returns and he sticks his tongue out at the kids, โHEH.โ he triumphantly walks back to his spot as umpire.
the game lasts until 4pm. โyou should come back next month, y/n! iโm having a birthday party!โ the redhead exclaims. โiโd love to!โ you respond back feeling honored to be invited.
before you guys leave, one of kids reminds yuuji, โmake sure you show y/n the river! itโs really pretty at night.โ yuuji smiles and gives the boys a hug before he ruffles their hair. they wave you both goodbye and yuuji takes your hand in his.
โthey seem like a handful.โ yuuji doesnโt even reply, he just gives you the most deadpan face as if heโs saying โno shit.โ you canโt help but laugh thinking heโs getting war flashbacks.
your boyfriend continues the tour for the rest of the day, but he canโt help thinking about earlier. seeing you interacting with the kids from his neighborhood gave him butterflies in his stomach. if thatโs what itโd be like raising kids with you, he canโt wait <33
a/n : hehe this was supposed to be so much shorter but yet again, i overwrite ๐ฉ reblogs + comments are always welcomed and appreciated !! now, my head is just full of yuuji <333
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โgo to hell.โ the silence in the room was deafening. tears the color of clarity, flowed down your cheeks so easily. gojo is the tide that tore against the riverbed, where your heart resides.
it's over. your story together is over. the memories will become painful that they too, will be over.
gojo stayed silent at your words. as much as they stung, he knew they were well deserved. he fucked up and this was his punishment. though heโs not religious, deep down he knew he'd pay for his sins.
you try to stop your tears from pouring but it's all in jest. 'i slept with her...i'm sorry.' his icy blue eyes paralleled the cold aura suddenly filling the room. how could your boyfriend confess to you so calmly? was he so detached from you? from the situation? or from himself?
you had felt something was bothering your boyfriend the past few days and you kept pressing him for answers. never did you think it would be this. a part of you regrets for prying and the other feels freed by the truth. many had warned you that satoru wasn't the type to settle down, but you didn't listen. was this your punishment?
you bring your arms down from where they were wiping your tears previously. balling your hands into fists, you hope to get rid of the numbing feeling engulfing your entire body.
โi really thought you loved me...โ you let out a sob. "but you're just like everyone said. a man so greedy, he forgets what he has because it always gets replaced." you look up at gojo and he swallows harshly. this is goodbye.
all gojo can do is watch your silhouette walk out the door and out of his life. 'y/n...' guilt has been eating at him for weeks. now regret and pain join in on the feast.
he has always loved you. you were the one who gave him a clean slate.
you trusted him and loved him regardless of his past affairs and rendezvous. 'you're a good man, satoru. i wish everyone else knew you like i do.' those words stayed with him always. as did your laugh, your favorite things, your embrace, your lips, and your many nights together. gojo was in every possible definition, in love with you.
of course what happened wasnโt justified. you didnโt buy his explanation for why he did it. he knows he was dead wrong.
what happened that night, should have never happened. he was furious and his entire mind was directing scenarios of you and your a co-worker you had recently gotten close to. each scene ended with you cheating and his vision was seeing a brighter shade of red each time he pictured it.
gojo was wary of this co-worker as soon as you told him. weeks would pass and you two grew closer and closer. your boyfriend started asking questions as slyly as he could. 'how old is he?' 'does he have a s/o?' his curiosity never seemed off to you and you'd gladly answer his questions.
eventually, months passed and the questions became targeted and purposeful. 'did you see him today?' 'why was he there?' and the tension came to an all time high on that dreadful night.
'where were you y/n? it's 2am.' gojo was eyeing you as he stood in the entranceway of your apartment. his posture was stiff and his arms were crossed so tightlyโit appeared as if he was desperately seeking self-comfort.
'our boss invited everyone for drinks today.' you calmly responded as you removed your shoes. gojo furrowed his brows and wasnโt buying the story you were selling him.
โuntil 2 in the fucking morning?โ your boyfriend was slowly raising his voice. โyeah, we kinda lost track of time. sorry for making you stay up so late.โ you reached out for satoruโs arm that was still crossed with the other in anger. to your surprise, he pulled back.
โwas he there?โ you retracted your hand and gave him a look of confusion. โwas who there?โ โyou know who iโm talking about.โ โbabe, heโs my co-worker, of course he was invited.โ
gojo couldnโt even look at you in that moment. โweโve been fighting about this for days now, satoru. i told you he is just someone i work with, thatโs it.โ
the silver-haired man finally reciprocates eye contact. โsomeone you work with huh?โ he laughs humorlessly. โiโm not stupid y/nโฆyouโve been fucking him havenโt you?โ
how could he? your heart dropped at his accusation. you never even looked at another man in that way while youโve been together.
โwhat? no! baby, i have never cheated on you!โ you desperately tried to express the truth to him, but he didnโt budge.
gojoโs angry expression never faltered. โall that overtime?! the phone calls and messages?! explain that!โ
your co-worker did have a thing for you. you kept it professional and told him you were in a happy relationship. or so you thought.
โi told him iโm happily taken!! you and my job have always been important to me!โ you paused as you felt your throat getting dry.
โdonโt put me in a narrative when you donโt even know the truth!!โ gojo still would not budge. how could you explain the frequent late nights you came home?
โi know what i heard!!โ โif you canโt believe me, then leave satoru!โ
he didnโt react a bit and brushed past you to grab his coat from the rack. โyouโre such a delusional asshole!โ gojo heard your last words of frustration as he walked away from the apartment.
he didnโt know where he was going. it was 3am at that pointโit was dark.
is she like all the rest? he thought. he ended up on a park bench and felt the crisp air. there was no denying what he heard. the voicemail that bastard left for you suggested you two were messing around.
โdo you miss me? we should repeat last night again soon.โ gojo stomach dropped as he heard the voicemail. still on the bench, he looked out onto the empty field.
you were different than all the flings he had. hell, you were completely in a different galaxy than them. he was serious and committed to making you fall in love with him everyday.
gojo eyes never wandered and he never even thought of being separated from you. he did everything for you. in his mind, you became like everyone else. you walked away as soon as you came into his life.
itโs my turn, he thought. if you were going to break his heart, so was he.
satoru pulled out his phone and opened up his contacts. he finds the number he was looking for. โhey, itโs gojo. you busy rn?โ
and thatโs how he ended up in bed with your best friend. she had given him hints that she was interested in him while you two were in a relationship. how fitting.
gojo knew this was wrong, but why did revenge feel so right?
he was falling apart on the inside; he wanted to cry for you. he wished this was you under him.
all gojo could picture was you instead of her. he wanted to feel you, not her. how is this revenge? does this event count? he thought to himself and scoffed at his fucked up way of thinking. in that heated moment, your best friend was just a vessel for his imagination.
it was you he was making love to.
after that night, gojo never spoke to your best friend again. he knew youโd find out eventually. he was torn figuring out if getting revenge made him feel better. and it didnโt, because he didnโt have you.
in a turn of events, you called him asking if you two could talk. maybe gojo would get the opportunity to confess to you himself. the final act of revenge.
an hour later, you two were seated in the living room. you came clean to him that your co-worker had feelings for you and would flirt with you on occasion. you told him that you turned him down and explained the voicemail as his weird way of teasing you about work. you even apologized to him for not understanding why he would feel suspicious of you.
how could he be so wrong? gojo didnโt know what to say. โdo you forgive me?โ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. you were looking at him pleadingly.
no, you've got it wrong y/n. could you forgive me? gojo felt like he was going to puke. you took his silence as a yes and pulled him in for a hug.
you smiled into his chest and squeezed him so tight. little did you know, gojo was looking down in shame.
all of this led up to the moment he confessed to you that he slept with your best friend. gojo will never forget the amount of tears that stained the wooden floor.
your relationship ended that day and he finally cried for you. he didnโt cry for the guilt and pain he felt, he cried for your pain.
days would pass and he was barely functioning. he struggled to eat and fall asleep like he used to. nanami had to stop by once a week and make sure he was still alive.
now, months have passed and he doesnโt remember a single day from them. โthis isnโt normal, satoru.โ nanami has reached a point where he needs to help his friend before itโs too late.
โi know. i just need to see her.โ gojo looks up at nanami from the spot he had been sitting in for days now.
kento knew it wasnโt the greatest idea as you had already moved on. however, maybe this would be the closure his friend needs.
โokay.โ
gojo hadnโt been going out much since your breakup. only for essential purposes.
today was sunday. a day you had off from work. nanami had told him where he might be able to see you as he had bumped into you a few times in the area.
gojo looked around the town square. couples were out on dates, families were spending time together, and different aromas filled the air from the food vendors. it felt nice to be outside.
he scans the area and stops as soon as he spotted you. youโre walking hand in hand with another man. in your gorgeous sundress, you look so happy. all gojo can do is look from afar.
you look so happy y/n. gojo felt his chest tighten. you were smiling as you shared your drink with your boyfriend. you didnโt even notice him at all.
you moved on from gojo. you cried for him until there were no more tears left to fall. your heart ached and you couldn't help but blame yourself for choosing to be with satoru.
though it had only been months, you made sure you didnโt rush anything. the timing just happened to feel right for you. your now current boyfriend trusted you and believed in you. you feel content and excited for your relationship to grow stronger.
during the months gojo mourned, he realized he projected his insecurities onto you. he finally had someone good for him and he was always expecting it to come to an end. breaking your heart before you ever broke his stayed hidden in his subconscious. the phrase โall good things must come to an endโ had always plagued his life. he turned your relationship together into one of them.
it was bittersweet as gojo observed you two. he could heal knowing you moved on from him but, heโd never heal from hurting you.
memories will live in his mind always. gojo knows itโs not healthy to do this. but youโre more than just some ex, youโre the first person he ever really fell in love with.
gojo does not plan on getting into a new relationship for a long, long time. learning from his mistakes on his own is what's best.
as he watches you interact with your new boyfriend, he canโt help but compare.
youโll look for men that are nothing like me, wonโt you y/n? gojo couldnโt say the same for himself. he would look for only you in other people in the future. heโs cursed, forever and every day after that.
and today was sunday. ironic. to gojo, god did not exist but maybe just maybe, he was still being punished for his sins.
a/n - ahhhh besties this was supposed to be a drabble and look what happened ๐ฉ anyways, pls let me know your thoughts !! i really wanted to try and write from his perspective instead of y/nโs
