The Strongest is B-Back... Yuta whispered in a sorrowful stammer-
It's easy to glimpse the doubt in Yuta's eyes as he stares blankly at the corpse of the man who saved his life not so many years ago. His hands trembling, equal or more as does his resolve.
"I can't do this to Gojo-sensei, Rika…" his mouth rambles brokenly, a defeated sigh follows and a worried Rika can just watch as his beloved crumbles upon his duty, "I can't -… I don't want to, I - …"
The farewell ghost of a hand pats him on the shoulder to stop his desperate speech and Yuta's orbs almost pop out of its sockets when the bubbly and reassuring sound that was the voice of his dead sensei, floats inside his ears.
"That's what I trained you for, Yuta…" the soothing voice of Satoru Gojo says, Yuta can almost hear, the teasing yet encouraging smile he wears on his lips, "…to become the strongest."
Yuta spats out a humorless snicker, without the pun intended he would think he has gone mad. Now, he knows what he has to do. Sighing the despair away, the tired eyed boy asks Rika to strip him of the last gleam of himself and dress him up as the last hope for humanity.
Gege Akutumi : I’m giving y’all 5 more chapters and then I’m officially done with this manga , I hope y’all like this ending or whatever … anyways, I’m out this bitch ✌️
Me and the other delusional JJK fans : THAT MEANS STRAW DOLL QUEEN NOBARA , THE BEST BIG BRO CHOSO , AND OUR BLUE EYED KING GOJO IS COMING BACK TO US 🔊📢🎉
Summary: He’s home. He’s here. Maybe, you can mend the shattered pieces of your lives.
CW: I’m sorry this is so angsts but like so fluffy too?? But angst? Idk it’s a hot mess of emotions. Swearing, loss, grief, grief, grief, like one suggestive sentence.
A/N: do we like voting on what comes next?? I think that’s fun. Anyway - legit kinda proud of this, I’ve written like a million thirsts on how fucking delicious unsealed gojo looks but I was so excited to explore the toll and emotions of the prison realm situation on the FF gang and also show that there is no couple more healthy and solid than Y/N and Satoru. As always, requests open and appreciated x x
MASTERLIST
Recommended Listening:
The Parting Glass - (I like the Hozier version, works well for Y/N and Gojo discussing the losses)
What He Wrote - Laura Marling
Set Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol
The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice (the turnaround)
I am the AntiChrist to You - NuDeco
Ensemble, Kishi Bashi (the ending)
Yuuji’s voice, calling your name echoes through your head. You had no idea whether the unsealing worked or not. The box, it was gone. So now, you just sat staring at the skyline – trying to comprehend the fact that maybe, he was just gone. The angel – she’d done her part and the world had shook and you hoped that maybe, just maybe, that was a sign that your love was back in the mortal realm.
You waited, and stood, and waited, and watched.
Was this it? Had the world been left on your far too heavy shoulders? All the grief, the panic, the anger, the blood – was all of that yours to carry alone now? You couldn’t. You would fail. Without him, there was no hope. You wouldn’t be able to protect your family, your friends, yourself – at least Akio was out of Japan, but everyone else – you would die to protect them, even though you knew it would be the last thing to do.
The sun was beginning to set, you stood on the balcony of this flat – some stranger’s home, who had been quick to leave Tokyo – and you wished for the warmth of the cottage. The home Gojo and you had bought not long after graduation: with its plush sofas, and art spread around – some Tsumiki’s, some your families. The kitchen where many nights and so many important moments and memories had been made along with every dinner, you, Satoru – eating take out on the first night in your new home. The first night Megumi had asked for seconds a few weeks after they moved in, the table you signed the adoption papers for them, where Kento had told you both he was returning to sorcery, countless wine drunk nights with Shoko, where you and Satoru had told the Fushiguro kids that they were getting a sibling, where Akio had shouted his first word ‘cake!’, where Megumi had told you about his feelings for Itadori. All the kids room, and the spare rooms which had turned into other people’s de facto bedrooms. The master bedroom, nights wrapped up in tangles of limbs and sweat oh such sweet pleasure that everything else faded away or wrapped in blankets and each other's loving arms – whispers of eternity passing with the pillows as witness, falling asleep marvelling at the beauty of the moonlight bouncing off the Snow White hair of the ethereal man who you some got to call your husband splayed across the pillow beside you. You would often trace his features in his sleep, so at peace and restful and so beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall into dreams next to him. Your garden, where you grew everything from seed – peonies, sunflowers, roses, dahlias, lupins, lobelias and sweet pea and wisteria and most fruit and vegetables that you could dream of.
You’ve been holding everything in for so long – 19 days. You can’t falter. Not yet.
Please, ‘toru. Please come home to me.
You’re lost in your memories and hopes that somehow, the unsealing worked, and your beautiful boy will find you and love you and be beside you again – and then you will feel whole. Then, your soul and his will be complete.
The sliding door of the balcony breaks your trance.
“I’ll be in soon, Yuuji. Just enjoying the sunset.”
“Y/N.”
“I’ll find us some food. Leave your jeans out, I’ll mend them later.” You’re listing off the things you need to do because if you just keep going then maybe time will move faster and he will be home. Home with you.
“Y/N. Turn around.”
You slowly do as he asks.
“Hey, Princess.”
The bow clutched tightly in your hand clattered to the ground and you follow soon after, the legs and body that has been holding you steady and shouldering the fear and grief of all of your loved ones, gives way – as your knees buckle and make contact with the hard ground beneath you.
He’s alive, and he’s safe and he’s here.
A sob wracks your body and all that manages to come out of you shaking lips is,
“‘Toru?”
And then your senses are engulfed, and you are home. Strong, steady arms pull you tight against a broad, heaving chest which you feel letting out shaky breaths.
“I – Satoru, fuck, I didn’t know if you’d come back, I thought I’d lost you forever, I didn’t know if it worked I needed to believe – oh god, you’re here., I couldn’t feel you at all, oh my god you’re here and you’re real. ‘Toru. I tried my best and I failed, and everything’s fallen apart and –” your sobs almost made your words unintelligible, but Satoru knew what you were saying and what you meant.
“You’re safe, you did so good. I’m here, my brave, strong girl.” He whispers into your hair.
You pull away and your hands are flying everywhere on his body, checking for injuries and any sign of something wrong but he’s okay, he’s strong and he’s here.
All you can do is grab him by the messy, snowflake white hair and pull him into your face to crash your lips against in a desperate, messy kiss full of unspoken words of love unconditional and reassurance that you both need, and the promise of safety in your reunion.
“Princess, Akio – where is he?” He says, petting your hair. You two would get to the issue of your eldest son in a minute, but the baby – he needed to know where his baby was.
“Safe – I sent him with my mom and uncle and he’s not in Japan. I got him out of the country.” Your words comfort you both, knowing the 18-month-old was safe and sound.
“Akio is safe but ‘toru – you know, don’t you? Megumi – that bastard, he took him. He’s with Ge- Kenjaku.” You stare into his eyes. Your husband was the only one who could fix this mess, but you really were trying to ignore what that meant.
“I know. I’ve seen him. But Y/N, he’s alive. He’s in there and he’s alive. I’ll get our little boy back.” You collapse into him, and him into you.
You realise he’s got no idea about the loss. The grief and the fact that you should be mourning but you don’t have time because everything is falling apart. He needs to know – and he needs to know now and from you, before he realises it or someone says something, he deserves to be told and he deserves it softly because the isolation and suffering he’s endured for 19 days have taken an inevitable toll and he needs you.
You suck in a deep breath and realise everyone else has long left the area. It’s just you both. Steadying yourself, as best as you can, you pull him into you – gripping the sides of his face so you can see that beautiful face.
“Satoru. Before you hear from anyone else – I need you to hear it all from me. Okay?” You say, pressing tearful kisses into his hairline.
“Please Y/N. I need to know; I need to know who we’re fighting for. There’s faces I didn’t see beside Yuuji and Maki and - I’m scared. I’m scared Y/N but please, God, please tell me now.” His voice is filled with despair and vulnerability that only you’ve seen.
“Are you sure?” You ask, pulling him to look in your eyes.
“Please.” He whispers.
“Satoru - it’s, we lost Nanami. He’s gone, Yuuji was there. He died at Shibuya.” Your voice breaks, his closest friend, Akio’s godfather - he’s gone. Only you, Shoko and Gojo were left now.
A sob wracks his body, and he grips your shoulders and leans into your chest, the pain of seeing him like this feels like it might rip open your chest and all you want to do is cry with him but fuck, the list is longer.
“Yaga is dead. Executed. Nobara, she’s alive but… they,” your voice breaks, “they don’t know if she’ll make it. You’ve been branded a traitor, me your accomplice. Mai Zen’in, she’s dead but Maki… she’s slaughtered the Zen’in clan. Alone. Yuuta’s home.” You try to explain the culling games and other events but everything feels like it’s coming out jumbled as you and Satoru just remain, a crumpled mess of limbs on the ground. Shaking, scarred – but together.
After some time of just – grieving and feeling each other’s presence, you convince him to come inside your temporary space and sleep and eat.
Once you’ve both settled, as much as you both can, you call a meeting of your small group. Satoru immediately goes into defence mode when a figure, unknown to him as an ally – enters the room.
“Oh, you’ve come to play, curse? What, tired of being used by Kenjaku, huh?” He sneers, and puzzle pieces click as you whip in front of him as he leans to lunge toward the tall, dark figure beside Yuuji.
“Satoru! Stop!” You say, softly.
And he does.
“This – is Choso. He’s Yuuji’s brother. Geto manipulated him. He’s safe – I trust him. He saved my life.” You grab his shoulders to ground him, knowing that the whirlwind of events was causing a torrent of emotions in him.
Choso nods, still new to the world, having been used like a lamb to the slaughter and having witnessed nothing but bloodshed and destruction since his birth. He reminds you a bit of yourself. Living solely to protect the ones you love, maybe that’s why you were so quick to accept him into your fold. He had quickly become one of your most trusted friends in the group, vowing to you, as the woman who cared for his brother that he would help retrieve your husband and son.
That evening, information was exchanged, plans drawn up, theories explored and through everything, Satoru and you never let go of each other – Akio was far away, but safe, Megumi – trapped by a monster inside his own body, the body of your best friend being used like a marionette with a date written in blood to fight the man you love, Nobara – on death’s door. Kento, gone forever.
But in those hours, hope was born.
Satoru had returned.
He was safe, and alive – and you had each other. All shadows seemed smaller by each other's side.
And now, you both had one shared goal – the most dangerous and potentially costly mission of your lives.
You were going to get your little boy back, together.
That night, in his darkest abyss, a shivering, broken boy heard and saw something.
He had no idea how, but he knew it was real.
Two clasped hands, golden rings shining, one hand smaller and the outlines of a vine tattoo tracing the wrist and one hand larger, pale with slender fingers clasping the smaller fingers.
‘Mom, dad?’ His weakened voice whispered into the vision.
a/n- This is a gojo x reader where you both get stuck in the prison realm. Gets a bit steamy in the end?? Read more to find out! Let’s just believe that the prison realm can hold more than one person at a time.
