Who, would do anything for you, including rubbing your feet after a long day.
“Stop that tickles!” Your voice faltering between giggles as your husband presses his thumbs into the arch of your foot.
You hadn’t even complained about it. You walked into your living space with a slight, begrudging shift in your step. He immediately took notice of the way your foot arched, as you winced while sitting down. With zero hesitation, he bends over, sliding his palm over your foot, getting to work.
“Noooooope! You said your feet hurt-“ he pauses, long slender fingers wrapping under your heels. “Now you gotta pay the price!” He snarkily responds.
Gojo yanks you further toward him on the couch by one foot. His strength is something you admire, but not what you love most about him.
No, what you love most about the white haired sorcerer is his dependability. The way that even after training day in and day out with his students, after losing his whole life, he was still, always there.
No matter how silly your problems seemed, like your feet being sore after a long day at work, Satoru was right there, ready and willing to do anything for you.
A/N: Just a little drabble for some new peeps I'm working on ;) !! Finally learned how to use graphics on this app, so expect me to be annoying asf about it!
(English is Not my First Language.Please correct me if you Read any mistakes)
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The Meeting with the higher ups was boring.All they talked about was the vessel of Sukuna.They had a discurse about wether he was save in the school with gojo protecting him or if he should rather be isolated.Gojo sat across from me and I couldnt help but notice how he was also as bored as me .He shifted uncomfortable around in his chair and tried to make the Meeting as Short as possible. I began to lean back in my chair as the Sound of the voices slowly began to fade away.“gojo is wearing that damm Shirt again“ I thought.He leaned back and crossed his Arms infront of his chest.The Shirt hugged his figure well in this Position.I began to Look at his Arms before concentrating at the Meeting again.I always Found him attractive but since we were co-workers this would make things very difficult.I looked at his Arms for a second before I noticed gojo looking at me.
He has caught me.He smirked for a second and although he was wearing his mask i knew that he caught me looking at him.I concentrated on the meeting again and it was over soon enough.They planed to leave Yuji Itadori in Gojo‘s hands.I stood up and left the meeting room before gojo called out my name.y/n.He simply Said and began to Look at me. „You couldve Said something and I would have let you Touch my Arms“.He Said in a teasing Tone. „What do you mean?“. He answered „you know what I mean.dont be shy and admit it..I wont be mad“.i took a step back he was teasing me because of it. „Youre imagining things“. He began to smirk „oh really? So you didnt starred at me in the meeting?“.I paused for a Moment.“no I didnt“. The tension was thick and he came closer to me with every step he took my Heart pounded faster and faster.I was getting nervous.
Luckily the Director called him before he could do anything. I took a Deep breath and turned around and Left. The only thing I heard was the Sound of his laugh echoing in the hallways as he Said to himself „too bad that he‘s here“
Ever since he only wears this Shirt to Meetings.
『So, what do you do when you're forced to join the world of Jujutsu and you're demanded by the higher-ups to spy on a young man that you have no intention on being affiliated with? But more importantly, what do you do when you start to fall in love with him? 』
You were just a normal girl until a turn of events happened and you were forced to join Kyoto Metropolitan High School and learn the ways of sorcery. And as fate demanded it, you met a certain white haired young boy that you had no intentions on getting know- but destiny had other plans for the both of you.
Also beware dear reader, this will be somewhat canon to the anime/manga, some chapters are quite long! Gotta get those details in there!
so I have an idea for an jjk isekai ff. don't wanna spoil so I won't say much but I think I'll start writing it when season 2 comes out because it takes place in the first half. If I do post it, it'll be posting it on wattpad, ao3, tumblr, and maybe quotev. till then I'll have to think about other things to write in the meantime 👍
When you stare at the mirror in front of you, what do you see?
In the dimly lit bathroom, you stood frozen before the sink, hands trembling under the warm stream of water that cascaded off your hands. Each drop of water echoed the pounding you could feel within your heart, a relentless reminder of what you had done that night- a deed that cannot be reversed.
It wouldn't be the first time you had killed someone, under the orders of the higher-ups, so why were you so shaken up? You remember your training, keep your personal affairs away from business, and this was a job- nothing more, nothing less. But as you stand before the sink, looking up at your reflection in the mirror- you didn't know who or what you were looking at.
You stared back at a reflection you could no longer recognize, searching for that little girl that lived her life carelessly- but all you saw was a hollow gaze staring right back. You shake your head, breathing out a shaky sigh, as you continue to scrub the crimson streaks of your hands, especially the pesky ones that refuse to wash away.
It felt like your skin was on fire, burning you alive. You continued to scrub your hands, despite the evidence no longer incriminating your skin of your sins that night. You'd take a deep breath in to try and ground yourself, hearing the quiet whispers at the back of your mind of excuses of why you had to do it, why you had no other choice- in a desperate attempt to cling unto the fraying of your loose threads of innocence.
Was it because you were worried about what he'd think of you if he found out who you truly were?
Have you gone so soft, that you were afraid of how he'd see you? Once he finds out that you were nothing more than a puppet that the higher-ups use to do their bidding, to do their dirty work- without an ounce of hesitation. "I.. I had no choice.." You would murmur quietly to yourself, words spoken that were feeble against the weight of the deed that you had done.
And as you continue to scrub your hands, you could feel your skin becoming irritated and red. With each pump of soap you'd use to lather up your hands, the facade of your denial crumbled even further. Your breath hitched, as a strangled sob escaped your lips, feeling the enormity of your actions. You just killed the parents of an innocent child, just because the Jujutsu Higher-Ups had asked you to. This was proof that you had gone too far on the deep end and there truly was no more turning back. Yet, as you felt sick staring at your own reflection in the mirror, feeling the raw guilt festering within your subconscious.
You knew that you truly had no other choice, that this was all about survival.
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Waoooww, what a mysterious start to the story! LOL
A sixteen year old girl walked through the courtyard of Kyoto Metropolitan Technical High School, watching as her fellow classmates trained their hand-to-hand combat on the grass by the track and field. Two years have now passed since your parents were murdered by an unknown assailant, and to your dismay, it seems like the police will never be able to solve the case. It truly was just the wrong person, at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Have you moved on from it? It's hard to say. The months following after their death, there were days where you were so grief-stricken that you could hardly get out of the bed. You'd feel so sick everytime you remembered them- to the point you'd start puking, even if you haven't eaten anything for the day. But you still got up, each and every day, even if it was difficult. You were even able to save your grades, despite being absent during the last two weeks of school- you still ended up graduating at the top of your class. Not that it mattered, your parents weren't there to witness it.. But your best friend's parents were still there for you, and even celebrated the accomplishment by taking the both of you out to dinner.
There were days that you swore you could see the ghost of your parents, urging you to keep going- to keep your head up high, that you could do it; So you persevered. You gave the principal of Kyoto Metropolitan Technical High School a call, accepting their offer, and everything moved so quickly that you almost didn't get to say goodbye to your childhood best friend. In a span of three days, they moved all your belongings to a dormitory at the school.
In a blink of an eye, you became a second year at the school and two years had passed. It was hard at first to understand that this was not an ordinary school, which is exactly why not everyone that applies- gets accepted. The top three clan's children will always have an automatic admission, but for people like you, those that didn't even know that they had curse energy- were either seeked out by those that worked in the school, or they themselves applied on their own accord, after figuring out that they were different from those around them.
It took awhile for you to understand that not everything you saw, such as curses could be seen by everyone, which was probably why your childhood friend always had this weird look whenever you spoke to one of the nicer curses that lived around your neighborhood; it was because she was just a normal human being, she couldn't see what you could see. The professors at the school taught you how to hone cursed energy, control it well enough that you could catch up with the other students that already had formal training on what cursed energy is, or what their cursed technique was.
To be quite frank, getting to where you were now was no easy feat. Figuring out what your cursed technique was undoubtedly one of the hardest tasks that the professors had to deal with, you didn't come from a family of sorcerers after all. How they found out was through accident, and it was because one of the zen'in children had decided to attack you as a prank. You could remember it as clear as day, as if it happened yesterday, it was your third month there at the school, and you were still figuring out how to even use your cursed energy.
"Naoya-kun, what are you doing here?"
Your professor would ask, as your attention turned towards the sliding door that was opened by the Zen'in boy. "Oh nothing, I was just bored sensei.." He'd grin towards you, the way his eyes squinted and hinted that he was there with malicious intent. You'd remember the way your blood would run cold every time you were near him, if there was a devil on earth, you were sure that it was Naoya Zen'in. You'd watch as he'd walk around the dojo, his fingertips grazing the bokkens that were on the racks. Then he'd stop, staring at one of the spears, before picking it up and he started playing with it- twirling it around.
"Hey new girl." You'd watch the way he'd smirk at you, "Watch out!" He'd laugh, throwing the spear right at your face. You'd hear your professor scream in the background, as you closed your eyes preparing for impact. If you were being honest, you were waiting for it to hit you, maybe take you out of this misery they call a life- but it didn't. Maybe your professor caught in time before it hit you right in the face, so you opened your eyes. What you saw next left you dumbfounded, the spear was suspended in air, as if it was frozen in time. There was a good distance between you, the spear, and Naoya Zen'in. Then you'd watch the spear as it drops to the ground, and makes a clattering sound. You stared at the spear, then at the Zen'in boy, then to your teacher in confusion; And that was how a cruel prank helped you figured out your cursed technique.
Time.
To put it simply, you can suspend inanimate and animate objects alike for a couple of seconds with your cursed energy. Was it useful? In a way, but you had very little control with it during your first couple of months training. To be quite frank, the only time it truly worked would be when your own body sensed that you were in imminent danger. So you learned how to be well-versed in hand-to-hand combat and weapon training, even learning how to imbue your cursed energy unto weapons to strengthen it towards battles against curses. You were still sent to missions, even if you didn't have full control yet. But it was all missions under the supervision of other higher level sorcerers of course, to give the higher-ups an idea on what grade you would be put under. By the end of your first year in high school, you became a grade 2 sorcerer.
A couple more months have passed, and you've advanced even further and learned how to control and use your cursed technique more efficiently. According to Gakuganji, your progress was slow and steady at first, but now, he said he wouldn't be surprised if you could create a domain expansion of your own. But you brushed him off, you knew how unlikely that would be. You were more than happy with your simple and innate domain, the one you were born with. It was already a long and tedious struggle learning about how to control your cursed energy, your cursed technique, and how to defeat curses.
Before you knew it, it was already spring again.
You were sitting in the classroom, listening to your professor talk about the history of sorcerers- when Gakuganji slid open the classroom door and entered the classroom. As soon as he stepped one foot into the classroom, all of you stood up in unison. You watched as the old man walked in front of the podium, and your professor respectfully bowed at him. "Hello students." You all bowed down in unison to show respect to him, before standing up straight. "You may all sit, I have an important announcement to make." You sat back down, putting your hand back under your chin.
"As you all know, the Kyoto-Sister Goodwill Event is happening again this year. Last year, the Tokyo school won, therefore we would have to travel back up there again for this year's event.." He'd sigh, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, "I would have the just the third year high school student's join this year's event, but it seems that the Tokyo School will only be utilizing two of their students once again this year.." Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, 'just two?' you'd think to yourself in confusion. "They're both special grade sorcerers, therefore, to even out the odds, Zen'in Naoya, you will be joining us for this year's event." You'd turn your attention to the blonde and green haired man, who was smirking at the principal, as if he was expecting the invite to join this years event- before you turned your attention back to the principal. "Amanogawa (Y/N), you will be joining us as well." Your eyes widened in surprise, "Sensei, there must be a mis-" He shook his head at you, "There is no mistake, you two will be joining us, along with two other third year sorcerers. We will all leave by the end of this week. That is all, kindly resume your lesson." He'd turn his attention back to the professor and give him a curt nod, before heading back out to the hallway.
Once class had ended, you rushed to the principal's office.
You knocked at the door of the principal's office, waiting for permission to go inside. "You may come in.." You'd hear Gakuganji speak from inside the office. "(Y/N)?" You'd close the door behind you quietly, "There must be a mistake Kouchou-sensei, I'm not ready to join the goodwill event- especially against two special grade sorcerers at that.. There's no way, Gakuganji-sensei. We'd definitely lose if you don't find someone else to take my spot." You'd frown at the old man, crossing your arms in front of your chest. If there was something you weren't afraid of, it would be Gakuganji. In a way, you've been blunt with him since your first day here at the school, and he's been upfront with you as well. Would you call it a father-daughter relationship? No, but your relationship resembled close enough to one.
"It's not my choice. The higher-ups.. Wishes to see you in combat against the two special grade sorcerers. They're curious to see if you've improved some more..." You'd furrow your eyebrows in confusion, "The higher-ups..?" You'd mumble under your breath in disbelief, why were they on your ass again. You were well aware as to how this society works, you follow the orders of the higher-ups, because their word reigns supreme. Even the Kyoto Principal has no power against their word, even if he has to follow their orders.
"But-..!" You'd then be cut off by the abrupt knock you'd hear behind you, "You may come in." You'd watch as you see one of Gakuganji's assistants peeks their head in thru the door, "Is this a bad time.. Principal Gakuganji..?" He shakes his head, waving his hand to usher the assistant in. "No, we were just finishing up. (Y/N), we leave by the end of this week, understood?" You'd sigh, shaking your head, before bowing.
"Understood."
Then you left the room, and that was the end of that discussion. "Have you found what I have asked you to look for?" The principal asks, as he continues to read about the reports that have been passed unto him to review about the recent surge of curses around the Tokyo area. The assistant rubs the nape of his neck, "I have.. But it doesn't make Gakuganji-san.." He'd turn his attention back to the nervous assistant, and away from the paperwork that's seated right in front of him "What doesn't make sense? Give it here." He'd extend his hand out to receive the paperwork from the younger man.
"She's related to a clan that was wiped out hundreds of years ago.." Gakuganji raises an eyebrow, as he flips through the DNA report. "Hoshizora.. Clan..?" He stares in disbelief, "Are you sure this is the right report?" The assistant fiddles with his fingers, "Y.. Yes Kouchou-sensei.. I had the medical team repeat the exam to make sure.. They said that it shouldn't be possible, there were no known survivors from that clan, there's no physical records of them either after the great clan war.. They should've been all wiped out...." Gakuganji takes a deep breath in,
"You're telling me.. This girl is related to the clan that used to serve the Gojo clan..?"
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Sooooo, I'm literally feeding ya'll with these updates..
But I ain't kidding when I say, I was hella inspired after I did a deep cleaning of my room and was jamming to my playlist. My playlist hit me hard enough that this random idea just popped into my head, and now I've been writing quite literally non-stop for this fic.
It was April 4, 2004 in Fukuchiyama, a small city in the northern part of Kyoto Prefecture. You remember the cherry blossoms slowly blooming by the streets, as you walked home from school. Your friend was talking to you about some anime she had watched on TV yesterday, you'd quietly listen as she rambled on about a show you weren't familiar with. A gentle smile on your face, as you nodded, watching her make these hand gestures- letting her know she had your full attention. It was a beautiful afternoon, that's how you remembered that day.
As you approached your house, you noticed black cars parked in front of your house that you weren't familiar with. None of your relatives had cars like those, sleek, luxurious looking ones. Perhaps they had just parked in front of your house, because there were no other parking spaces in the neighborhood- it was a small and humble neighborhood after all. You waved goodbye to your friend, as you opened the gate to your house. She lived a couple of blocks away from you, which was why it was only natural that the two of you had walked home together almost everyday. She grinned, waving her hand goodbye as high as possible; you chuckled, before heading into your house.
"Okaa-san, Otou-san! Tadaima!" You'd yell from the front door, removing your shoes and placing them on the shoe cabinet, before stepping on the wooden floors and inserting your house slippers on. You'd gleefully walk through the hallway, before turning right and reaching the receiving area, the tatami room with the kotatsu and zabuton. You'd figured your mother would be having her afternoon tea by now, what you wouldn't expect would be the unexpected and unfamiliar visitors that would be sitting across from her; people that had an odd aura around them.
"Sweetheart! I didn't even realize you were home already!" Your mother smiled at you, almost forcefully, you'd notice the way her fingers were fidgeting on her lap, fingers grasping at the fabric of the apron that was tied around her waist. "Hey honey!" Your father greets you from beside your mother, now that was a rare sight. Your father would often be too busy to have tea with your mother in the afternoon, being too busy grading papers from the university he works at. A tight smile was on his lips as well, he was uncomfortable, it wouldn't take a genius to figure that one out.
You'd turn your attention to the older looking gentlemen that sat across from them, one of them wearing a traditional hakama, while the other wore a school uniform you weren't familiar with. "(Y/N), correct?" The older gentleman spoke, you'd stare at them, unresponsive to your own name- until your mother spoke. "Meet Gakuganji-san and Zen'in-San, they're from the Kyoto Metropolitan High School. Please show some respect, sweetheart." Her voice sounded restrained, uncomfortable. "It's nice to meet you." You'd speak, bowing your head slightly, to show some form of respect.
Your mother would then wave her hand at you and pat the zabuton next to her, letting you know that she wants you to sit next to her. "As we've discussed, our school is a prestigious one- that only one would ever dream of being admitted to. We'd like to extend that offer to Ms. (Y/N) here. We're well aware that she's not in high school yet, but she's about to graduate middle school and I'm sure that the two of you are already looking for a high school for this young girl to attend.." Your mother chuckles nervously, "Yes.. But central Kyoto is so far away-.." The catfish looking man interrupted her before she even finished voicing her concerns, "We'd pay for the four years that she'll be spending at our school, she'd have a scholarship and an allowance from us to spend however she pleases. We'd even pay you both to let her attend our school.." He'd grin towards you, before reverting his attention back to your parents. "She's just such a talented student, we've seen her profile and she's a student we cannot miss out on."
This whole situation made you feel uneasy, why did they even want you to go to their school? You weren't all that special, you were just a regular fourteen year old girl. Sure, you were a good student, the top of your class in academics and you kept yourself busy with some extra-curriculars in the afternoon- but there were other contenders that most likely had a better academic profile than what you had. So, why you? And why were they so adamant on making you go? It didn't feel right, none of it did. Paying your parents just for you to go? It made your skin crawl, what were you? A prostitute that can be bought?
"We do need the money.. Honey.." Your dad would start, mumbling it quietly against your mother's ear. Your mother gave his thigh a hard pinch and glared at him quietly. "As much as we'd like to accept your offer, I don't think we're comfortable accepting your offer. I'm truly sorry the two of you have wasted your time extending this once in a lifetime offer." The catfish looking man frowned, clearly displeased with her choice. But the other man beside him remained neutral, respecting her wishes. "We appreciate the two of you for allowing us into your lovely home and offering us tea. And most of all, we appreciate the both of you for at least listening to our proposition. If your choice about her studies ever changes, you have our business cards." He stood up and stared at the other man to do the same, Naobito would heave a heavy sigh before getting up himself. Then that was that, the two men left your house and the three of you resumed your daily lives.
That was the last spring with your parents.
The cherry blossoms had now started falling, it was now May, nearing the end of the short life cycle of most sakura trees. You and your friend had approached your house, when you noticed the blaring police sirens outside your home. There were a couple of nosy neighbors that stood outside of the yellow line that now surrounded your home, whispering to each other- wondering what was going on. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were confused why there were so many cops outside of your childhood home. You'd notice two ambulances on the side, with its doors wide open.
"(Y/N)!" You'd hear your friend yell for you, as you rushed towards your home, ducking under the yellow police tape. A couple of police officers would stop you right at the gate of your home, when a couple of coroners dressed in navy took a body out in a stretcher. Your mouth agape, as tears started slipping past your eyes. You'd remember screaming for your parents, as the coroners took another body out of your home- wheeling them into the ambulances. One of the police officers hugged your body tightly against his, as you fought him, screaming in bloody murder. Eventually all the fight you had left in you had died, and you could only hear the gentle voice of the police officer whispering to you that everything would be alright. You'd collapse unto the ground, along with the officer, as he cradled your head on his chest.
The next couple of days were a blur. You ended up staying at your friend's house, while the police officers finished up their investigation at your house. They were never quite able to figure out what happened, they ruled out suicide- but they could never quite figure out who killed your parents, no one hated your family enough to kill them. There was no motive for anyone to kill your mother and father- and leave you an orphan. Everyone adored your parents, so the police officers deemed it as a stroke of bad luck. Wrong person at the wrong place, wrong time.
Your parents' wishes were honored and they were cremated.
There was a funeral and several of your friends, along with their parents and your parent's friends attended. There were even some of your father's students that attended, offering you support through this difficult time. You could only offer them a tight lipped smile, a smile that never quite reached your eyes. Once they've all left, you stood in front of the columbarium, just staring at their names. No more tears were left for you to shed, you just felt numb and empty.
Eventually, you built enough energy to visit your home- to at least pack some of your clothes; you've been borrowing your friend's clothes for the last couple of days after all. You arrived at the front of your house, heart heavy, as you pushed the gate open and entered your home. You avoided the tatami room, refused to look anywhere else, and headed straight to your room. And once you've finished packing your clothes, you head back downstairs. But before you left your home to head back to your friend's, you went to the fridge and opened it.
You would see food that was on plates, that was wrapped with a plastic wrap. So your mother at least had a chance to cook.. Before they were.. You shook your head, trying your best to no longer think of what happened to them. You closed the fridge, where you were met with two business cards that were hung on there with a magnet. Grabbing the both of them, both read "Kyoto Metropolitan High School" and as you flipped it to the other side, that's where you're met with the names and phone numbers of the men that visited your home a month ago.
"Yoshinobu Gakuganji, Naobito Zen'in."
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Hello friends! I hope ya'll enjoyed the first chapter! I will, will, will introduce Gojo soon. This IS a Gojo x reader fanfic.
I hope ya'll like it so far!
Well, I shall see ya'll later friends! Hope you enjoyed this short, quick chapter! :)
a/n: do not ask me why my demographic went from six of crows to jjk because there WILL be more to come. never let them know your next move.
Gojo Satoru was a lightweight.
His friends knew, you knew, even he knew that. Yet he still found himself turning strawberry red, chugging down his third bottle, hiccupping away as he cackled so loud at a lame joke that Yuuji had cracked. You shook your head and sighed. It was luck that you knew how to drive his car because at this rate he couldn't even lift his head up without seeing triple the usual amount of his students.
"Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major---hic!", he stopped himself before smiling again, "So pretty." he slurred.
"Satoru we're inside. Those are just ceiling lights." you deadpanned.
He blinked.
"Oh."
His students stared at him and laughed.
"Y/N-sensei I think Gojo-san needs to go home." Megumi groaned as Satoru tried to smush his cheeks, muttering something about how pale he looked. You stifle a chuckle as Nobara clicked pictures to capture it.
"I guess we do, don't we, Toru?"
At the call of his nickname his gaze snapped toward you so fast that you worried he'd hurt his neck.
"But it's still 10 pm!" he whined.
"Yes it is 10 pm and you are drunk, so let's go before you embarrass your students more-"
"Our students." he pouts at you.
"Yes, our students." you smile and shake your head.
"Sensei you're weird when you're drunk." Yuuji says and Satoru raises his brow.
"You're weird." Satoru pulls out his tongue.
"And more childish, if it was possible." Megumi deadpans.
"Ain't that just his normal self?" Nobara wonders out loud.
"Here you go hic! Nobara. Enjoy your night as 2nd grade sorcerers!" Satoru stutters as he fumbles around his pockets for his wallet. He manages to get out a sleek black card before handing it to Nobara Megumi.
Megumi just takes it without a word and looks at you pleadingly.
Please get him out of here.
You chuckle.
"Alright I gotta get him home. See you on Monday, kids." you smile at them as they wave you goodbye.
"Nooo. I still gotta teach them hic! how to defeat different kinds of curses." Satoru complains as you hook his arm over your shoulder, groaning because of his weight that doubled when he fully leaned on you.
"You'll teach them when you're sober, Toru. Now let's go to your car, hm?" you offered and he huffed but wobbled to walk nonetheless.
As you both went to his car you whispered an apology as you leaned him to the side of the car to fish out the keys out of your bag. You furrowed your brows as you tried to find that huge chiikawa keychain he had around his keys.
You were so busy that you hadn't realized Satoru was staring.
"You look almost as pretty as that moon." Satoru pointed and you followed his gaze only to huff out a laugh.
"That's a street lamp, baby." you said, letting out a small 'ah!' when you found his keys, opening the car door.
"Oh then you're hic! pretty-err." he slurred and smiled drunkenly at you. His cheeks had that faint red tint that mirrored the tip of his ears and his neck, eyes almost closing as his long lashes batted at you. Your heart skipped a beat as you helped him get inside.
"You're so stupid." you snort as he almost faceplants into the car floor. He groans.
"You're hurtful when you're sober." he mutters.
"Yeah yeah whatever, now let's get you home you lightweight." you smile as you manage to fit all of him in the backseat.
"Mine or yours?" he asked you when you sat in front.
"Ours." you looked at him incredulously.
"Oh!" he giggled and you laughed again and started driving.
It took approximately fifteen minutes, one wrong turn, and six very passionate debates about which kikufuku was the tastiest before you finally pulled into the driveway.
Well—your driveway.
His driveway.
Your shared driveway, technically, if you squinted past the commitment issues.
The car had barely stopped moving when Satoru slurred, “I’m gonna carry you over the threshold.”
“You’re the one who can’t stand.”
“I’ll levitate us with the power of love,” he declared dramatically, head bonking softly against the window as he tried to wink and forgot how.
You snorted. “Baby, you couldn’t levitate a chopstick right now.”
“That’s mean,” he pouted, already halfway into a pretend nap. “You’re mean and pretty. A terrible combo. Weaponized beauty.”
You walked over, opened the back door, and he slumped into your arms like you’d just scooped up a particularly affectionate noodle.
“Up you go, floaty king,” you groaned, slinging his arm around your neck again. “Try not to die on the porch. It’s bad luck.”
“I’d haunt you soooo sexily,” he murmured against your shoulder, giggling as you pulled him toward the door.
The porch light flickered on, casting a soft halo over his snowy hair and flushed cheeks. You caught your reflection in the glass — one sober, one stupid, both in love.
And then, in the middle of your struggle with his weight and the front door—
“I love you,” he mumbled suddenly.
You paused.
“…You say that every time you’re drunk.”
“And I’ll say it again,” he hiccupped, “until your walls break down like—like emotional jenga.”
“Emotional jenga?”
“Don’t interrupt my metaphors,” he whined. “It’s rude to interrupt genius.”
Inside, the familiar warmth of your home hit you both like a hug. Or, in Satoru’s case, a trampoline.
Because the second you managed to drop him onto the couch, he bounced.
“Boing,” he whispered reverently, wide-eyed. “I’m reborn.”
You tossed a blanket at him. “You need water.”
“I need you.”
You raised a brow, heading to the kitchen. “Thirsty in every sense, I see.”
His voice followed you like a siren with no sense of volume control.
“You’re my soulmate.”
“Your soulmate is Gojou-branded mochi and you know it.”
“You’re better,” he sighed dramatically. “You’re like—like hic! if mochi could hold me when I cry.”
You poured the water, shook your head.
When you came back, he was upside down. Feet over the backrest. Hair brushing the floor like a windswept boy whose arc was peaking.
“I will never love anyone like I love you,” he slurred. “Not in this life. Not in the next. Not even if I was reborn as a refrigerator.”
“A… fridge?”
“A sexy fridge,” he clarified. “With cool compartments and emotional depth.”
You handed him the glass. “Drink.”
He blinked at it. “Is this… holy water?”
“It’s tap water, love.”
He took a sip, looking betrayed.
“Where’s the flavor?”
“In your personality, hopefully.”
“I can’t believe you just roasted me in my own home.”
“It’s our home,” you mocked gently, sitting beside him, “remember?”
That made him smile, drunk and sweet and impossibly in love.
“Our home,” he repeated, like it was his favorite curse to break.
Yes, Gojo Satoru was a lightweight, but he loved you the same nonetheless. He made sure you knew it even if he couldn't remember any of it the morning after.
a/n: in my head he's getting drunk off of life rn, please never contradict this because i will haunt you down, thnx mwa <3
