Toji owns a shop and the rest of the Zenin family hates it.
Like in every other AU, Rinko gravitated toward Toji and his little family whenever she had to be around Naobito. She got a bit hooked on the artistic side of it all and spent ages convincing Toji to let his “little cousin” work for him. She isn’t completely tatted up, but she does have quite a few really pretty, elaborate pieces that are easily hidden. Yuzuki still has a bakery and Rinko helps out when she isn’t tattooing at the shop.
She meets Gojo because he’s Megumi’s teacher or teaches at his school and they hit it off instantly (after he realizes she’s not Megumi’s mom). 👀👀👀
Will I write this? Jury’s out. Is it a brainworm? Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it but I’ve written nothing more than what’s right here sooooooo 🙃🙃 enjoy sharing my brainworm.
Hi. I just needed to get some things out and I’m honestly not sure if I’ll even post this after I finish typing it.
I hope everyone is doing well and having a restful holiday with their families. I’m grateful for everyone here in our lil corner, and wish you all a very Merry Christmas and am looking forward to what 2025(that’s insane to type) brings all of us! (Especially more Goinko 👀)
My update below the cut.
I finished moving today. Finished moving out of a house that, when I moved into it, I thought it would help improve my marriage that was already failing. I thought the things that were happening around us in our old apartment were the catalyst for our arguments and constant fighting, for his refusal to try marriage counseling. I thought that our apartment flooding and the black mold growing in the corners were what caused so much discontent and anger. I thought my boss constantly yelling at me was the reason I was exhausted and unable to handle my husband’s constant criticism and arguing when I got home. But those were only small factors that piled on top of larger issues that lay beneath two incompatible people, one of which was reaching her absolute limit with existing because she was constantly told that any version of who she really was was hard to love and impossible to like.
When we moved into that house, we were so excited. I was so excited for the new possibilities. Then we adopted Atlas and I really thought things could only go up. I was wrong.
I’ve been working on getting things moved over the past month, emptying out the three bedroom house and moving into a one bedroom apartment. I had to figure out how to try to pay rent on unemployment that was only a fraction of what the expenses were, and ended up having to deal with my ex-husband’s condescending accusations that my lack of savings and inability to pay the rent was due to my own shortcomings and not the lack of a job, or the fact that my entire life’s savings disappeared and never returned not long after we got married. I had to deal with him treating me like a stupid teenager who got in over their head when I didn’t get to up and leave all of my rental problems behind for him to fix. I had to fix the broken light switches and stained walls and carpets from his tantrums when he would throw and kick things in my direction but never directly at me so that he could still brag that he’d never hit me. He left within six days of me finally admitting I wanted a divorce, after he forced it out of me by threatening with it like he always did. He up and left, took Atlas without letting me say goodbye, and left everything he didn’t want for me to deal with and try to figure out how to get rid of or sell. Half-finished DIY projects and an electric lawn mower with no battery because he took that to be spiteful.
The past month has been a constant go-go-go while I worked part time, applied for jobs, and cleaned out the house as best I could while living with the constant dread of what I’m going to do once unemployment runs out. It may seem like nothing to some, but I’ve been at my limit all year and I’ve been running on empty for at least the past two years.
I felt a whirlwind of emotions today as I stood in the doorway and stared at the empty house, wiped clean of the evidence that I ever lived there. That the space once held all my hope that if I could just do better, my marriage would be fine, now empty and perfectly spotless thanks to the cleaners who did an incredible job. With the scent of cleaning products and carpet shampoo in the air, it all hit me at once that even though I’ve spent the past month cursing everything to do with that house and saying I wanted nothing more than to be done, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to leave it behind because it was the last connection I had to the illusion of happiness I’d clung to for so long. A happiness that never truly existed in the first place. Instead of spending Christmas Eve with family, I was finishing up leaving behind a place I’d called home and genuinely loved so much when I moved in. I spent Christmas Eve alone, sobbing as I tried to come to terms with the fact that I felt so unbelievably sad for reasons I couldn’t begin to understand or explain. I don’t miss him. I don’t miss how he treated me or looked at me or spoke to me. I don’t want him back in my life in any way, so why did I feel so damn sad and reluctant to close that front door a final time?
There’s also the anger and bitterness that’s really begun to creep up lately. The rage that burns my chest at the fact that he gets to pretend he did nothing wrong and still treat me like it was all my fault. When he claims he couldn’t pay rent for a place he signed a contract for while he still has a full time job and a $6,000+ bonus coming in a week, while I scrape by on unemployment and still manage to make ends meet after being left with thousands in debt and no savings from the divorce.
Today was me closing out a chapter of my life that there was a time I never thought would come to an end. Officially leaving behind the last thing that truly tied me to my ex husband in any way. I won’t get my full deposit back because there was too much for me to do alone, and I didn’t have any type of energy left to keep working on it. But it’s done. I’ll have more time now to focus on something other than moving, which means I’ll be working and applying for jobs, but also trying to get back into writing more regularly again.
I’ll be around a bit for the holidays because I have a few days off. But like I said before, I hope everyone is resting and having a wonderful time with their families or whatever they’re spending their time doing!
This lil corner has been one of the few positive things in my life, something I never thought would come of my random Gojo brain worm almost two years ago. Thank you all again for the support and love you’ve given this year. I’m really excited for what next year will bring. (Like maybe a short tattoo au one shot)
My dumb ass completely forgot the Olympics were a thing until someone said something on Sunday and now I can’t stop thinking about Rinko and Satoru competing for Japan either as really good friends or meeting for the first time at the games… so… now I have a tiny brain worm that will definitely go nowhere.
But would Rinko fit better in judo, free climbing, or skateboarding?? I only mention skateboarding because Japan usually does really well in that event, apparently. Judo, too, but that one really would make sense for her, wouldn’t it? Free climbing seems like it’d fit for her, too. Or maybe gymnastics?? Fun fact, I did gymnastics for ten years when I was a kid/teenager and I damaged my body beyond repair 🙃 I still have a bad back 🥲
But also maybe Satoru as a soccer player or skateboarder?? I would want to go with events that Japan is realistically good at while sticking with their characters 🤔
Another fun fact, one of my original stories that I tabled years and years ago was about snowboarding and going to the Olympics. I haven’t looked at it in probably ten years, though. shit has it really been that long? 😭
my husband reminded me of a thing that used to happen in college:
getting locked out of your dorm and having to go to the front desk to borrow the spare key and only having fifteen minutes to return it
and HOW OFTEN that happened to people who were showering, so they showed up wearing nothing but a towel. and the desk almost always had a student working it
AND IMAGINE
JUST IMAGINE:
GOJO LOSING HIS KEY AND HAVING TO GET THE SPARE AND RINKO WORKING THE DESK???? AND HIM FLIRTING WITH HER WHILE HE'S WEARING NOTHING BUT A TOWEL??? AND THEN HIM MAKING AN EFFORT TO STOP AND TALK TO HER EVERY SINGLE TIME HE SEES HER WORKING THE DESK??? AND HER LITERALLY ONLY CALLING HIM "TOWEL BOY" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT????
HIM LEARNING HER SCHEDULE AND ALWAYS GETTING LOCKED OUT OF HIS ROOM WHENEVER SHE'S WORKING???
