as satoru gojo's best friend, you agreed to take on the responsibility of helping him raise both the young megumi and tsumiki.
a/n: some old dadjo fluff I had in the drafts
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
you and satoru had established an unspoken routine every saturday.
it was the only day neither of you were pulled away by missions, obligations, or the constant chaos that seemed to orbit your lives. you both figured, why not spend the day with the kids? it's like the both of you agreed to play family and neither of you had verbally acknowledged it.
he'd take megumi- or rather drag him out to the local family mart and gather snacks.
some familiar and (unofficial) family approved favorites. some are impulsive, chosen by most likely satoru and his desire for snacks that are "questionable enough to be interesting."
you stayed behind in the comfort of the apartment and claimed the calmer half of the saturday ritual, a girl's day with tsumiki.
the "girls day" entailing tying her hair in little pigtails, watching the lasted episode of your favorite drama, and the best part, the anticipation of bsf barging back in with his overload of junk food.
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
the bathroom door sits wide open- tsumiki sitting on the counter, legs whimsically swinging, watching you in the mirror as you work carefully through her hair.
you're snug fit in your lounge shorts and your bsf's hoodie- gently gathering sections of her hair before moving on to the other.
the front door flew open and the next thing you heard were footsteps and plastic bag crinkles.
there goes the familiar hum, totally off key but unmistaken.
satoru paused by the doorway.
grocery bags tugged tight in both hands and his sunglasses resting on his head. he stared at the back view of you quite openly for a moment.
you always felt that stare. you're best friends with the man with the most piercing eyes you'd ever seen. it'd be weird to not feel it even you're not in clear view of him.
megumi slipped past him through the doorway without a comment and placed his fair share of plastic bags on the kitchen counter.
satoru blinks off the stare then claps his hands a single time, "okay announcement! i brought the snacks." like it was an irregular occurrence that he had snacks...
"come oooon~ be excited. the strawberry mochi aren't gonna eat themselves." he pouts.
you only turn ur head back for a second and continue your focus on the second pigtail. "yeah yeah gimme a second toru."
you hear an audible, offended gasp. "i'm about to walk over and fatten you up right where your standing."
"so dramatic am i right tsu. alright all done now- now go make sure megs isn't stealing your favorites."
she hops down and scurries off, dismissing gojo like he's only worth his sweets.
"how much d'you spend this time" you turn around to put the basket of hair ties away in a cabinet.
"mmm- not a number i should let you worry about."
"you're unbelievable"
there's just a short pause of silence, nothing too heavy. how could any silence be the awkward kind with the "bsf" you're supposedly raising kids with.
satoru likes to make co-parenting jokes and you're never sure how to feel about them.
"look at you go." he teased,"doin mom stuff."
"and you, such a man of the house aren't you, toru."
he places his hand on his chest with pride "oh i know. i provide, i protect, i do snack duty."
you chuckle lightly as he nudges your waist towards the living room.
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
by now, the living room is littered with wrappers and empty chip bags. the tv's playing a random movie that started after megumi's favorite played its credits.
tsumiki's slumped by the arm of the couch that all four of you share and megumi's delicate head leans against your arm- leaving gojo and you smack in the middle.
barely awake, you gently play with megumi's hair like its habit. satoru notices, he always does. he's glancing over at your hand, almost like he's jealous it's not his head it's on.
"Malaysia, yeah. Kuantan is nice."
Pairing: Kento Nanami x reader
a/n: Warning- jjk season 2 spoilers!! otherwise, enjoy
For years, your husband had spoken to you about Malaysia in passing.
“Someday…” He’d groan about it, “Someday, I won’t need to go overtime… I’d come back to you at a reasonable hour.” As frustrated as he sounded, he’d never let you forget the visions of you both running off into the sunset of a foreign country.
Kuantan would be nice.
Perfect actually. Perfect for the soft breezes by the beach, your noses stuffed in the books you both excitedly bought on a date but never got to. For the picture-perfect intimacy you’d share in the home that you’d help him build. A still frame in the quiet world he always wished for.
But the world had never been fair. Not to him, at least. You watched your husband drift deeper into the chaos with each passing day- a life that constantly drained him of his efforts. The only part of his life that remained steady and forgiving was you. And he loved you for that, more than he allowed himself to show.
One day, he simply stopped going back to work. He folded his suits neatly, turned in his reports, and came home earlier than usual. He made no ceremony of it- just a quiet resignation from the world that had taken more than it ever gave.
He’d finally recognized that he deserved none of the violence and endless cruelty that the jujutsu society had to offer. All of which you begged for him to see since he’d gone back in the field.
He closed the door behind him and strolled into your view.
“I’ve closed it out.”
You glanced up from the sink. “Closed what exactly?”
The water ran for a second too long before you turned it off.
“…Kento.”
He met your eyes evenly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. “It was time. We can start over now- Malaysia, if you’re still willing.”
For a moment, you were afraid to move. The once tender dream had finally drifted within reach, close enough to shatter if handled too hastily.
“You’re serious…”
He stepped behind you, his presence warm and unwavering, arms folded around your waist with a quiet certainty.
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this, love.” he murmured. “Not with you.”
A couple weeks later, Tokyo shrank beneath the plane window, its lights dissolving into scattered gold as you sat beside him on a flight bound for Kuala Lumpur.
The warm, salt threaded air greeted your skin after what felt to be an endless ride. Malaysia moved slower than Tokyo had ever allowed itself to.
Nanami had earlier picked out a secluded part of the Kuantan beaches- his chosen area provided the acres needed for the small family beach house he longed for.
The months in Kuantan passed quicker than you expected and yet you still find yourself asking… Has he ever been this happy before?
You both know the answer to that. His smiles became too genuine to question. The way he stands- his shoulders have never looked more at ease. Even in the way he holds you- it’s softer and even more thoughtful than you’re used to.
He started asking the questions you'd only ever hoped for him in another lifetime.
“You’ve thought about having kids, haven't you?”
“It’s crossed my mind…” You stared curiously into his eyes and ran your fingers across his soft linen shirt,“I just never thought we’d have the chance.”
“Mm, I thought so too at the time… but now…” He exhaled calmly. “I think I’ve done enough.”
He steadied himself over you, peppering weightless kisses across your face. “Would you let me take back the time I’ve lost?”
His feathery kisses make you grin from ear to ear, “And what would that entail Ken?”
“Kento...?"
The tide rolls in again, steady and unchanging...
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I can't- that's wrong. I can't Haibara.
I can't say that. It'll just become a curse upon him.
HIYA i've been very busy but I'll be back during the summer TRUST. if i dont, personally come to my house and chain my hands to a laptop so i can quit jerkin it and lock in on making more gooner content.
um in the meantime, here's some go joe sketches for anyone who's missed me so dearly. pls don't hate me🥹.
hey hey hey! im gonna be writing a hopefully ongoing kinda angsty series. only dilemma is... do I make it satosugu or gojo x reader. bc both work ig. any other ship recs can be considered.
