star basketball captain gojo satoru will kneel, pout, and even throw tantrums if it means keeping the campus diva (you) by his side.
Part 1: The One Who Kneels
The late afternoon sun spilled across the courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech, painting everything gold. Students crowded near the main building, their voices buzzing with laughter and shouts. Something big was happening.
At the center of it all was Gojo Satoru, basketball captain and the campus heartthrob. And he was kneeling. On both knees. In front of you. “Gojo Satoru, what are you doing?!" you asked, frozen. He tilted his head back, white hair glowing, blue eyes glinting. “What does it look like? I’m confessing.” Gasps and cheers erupted.
Yuuji nearly dropped his drink. “No freaking way!” Nobara leaned forward, grinning. “Finally. Took him long enough.” Megumi sighed from the sidelines, muttering, “This is humiliating.” Satoru ignored them all, bowing his head dramatically and clasping his hands together like a prayer.“In front of everyone?” you whispered, heart pounding.
“Of course in front of everyone!” His voice carried across the courtyard. “How else will Jujutsu Tech know that Gojo Satoru, their unbeatable basketball star, has fallen hopelessly in love with the most dazzling, most gorgeous, completely out-of-his-league campus diva?” The crowd exploded. Panda started a chant: “Say yes! Say yes!”
Heat crept up your neck as you stormed closer to him. “Get up,” you hissed. “You look ridiculous.” Satoru only leaned further into his kneel, lips curving into a grin. “Maybe. But for you? Worth it.” Your carefully trained composure wavered. “Why are you doing this?!”
The grin softened. His voice lowered. “Because I love you. I’ve loved you since that one debate in history class, when you absolutely destroyed me without breaking a sweat. Do you know how humbling that was? Me, the star of the court, stuttering like a fool because of you?” You blinked. He remembered. That had been months ago.
“You shine,” he said simply. “And it’s not because of your reputation, or your grades, or your family name. It’s because you make people feel alive. And me? I can’t breathe when you’re in the room. You’re all I see.” The crowd erupted again.
You stared down at Satoru, at his ridiculous posture and his sincere eyes. People have admired you your whole life, but always from a distance. What they saw was an image, a carefully crafted facade created to satisfy the likes of everyone around you, never you. But Satoru saw you.
“You’re unbelievable,” you whispered. “Unbelievably in love with you,” he shot back instantly, making the crowd squeal. “Cheesy.”
“You love cheesy.” You bit your lip, your heart warm. Finally, you stepped close, lowering your voice but still loud enough for the crowd to hear. “Toru, you’ve just made a fool of yourself in front of the entire school.” He smiled softly. “And?”
“…And I like you too.”
The crowd exploded. Satoru's whole face lit up like fireworks. He sprang up from his knees and spun you around in his arms. “You all hear that?” he shouted. “She likes me too!”
“WE KNOW!” the crowd roared back. You buried your face against his shoulder, laughing despite the embarrassment. “Put me down, you maniac!”
“Not a chance,” he teased, finally setting you down but keeping his hands on your shoulders. His grin softened into something warm, something real. “I like you so much." And looking up at him, you realized this is a stunt. For all his fame, for all his antics, Satoru was hopelessly, honestly yours. And you were his.
Later that evening, when the courtyard had emptied and the sky was painted in soft twilight, you found yourself walking along the quiet campus path. Satoru appeared beside you, hands stuffed in his varsity jacket pockets, humming like nothing unusual had happened. “You’re insane,” you said, glancing at him. “Insanely in love with you,” he corrected instantly, earning a groan from you. “You really had to kneel in front of the entire school?” He shrugged. “I had to make sure you couldn’t run away. Plus, don’t you think it was romantic?”
“Romantic?” you repeated. “It was loud. And ridiculous. And-”
“Effective,” he cut in, smirking. You rolled your eyes, but the laugh escaped anyway. “…You’re impossible.” Satoru leaned closer, lowering his sunglasses to peer at you with that bright gaze. “Impossible to resist?” You shoved his shoulder, "You always have something to say back, huh?" but your heart was soaring. He grinned at you softly.
“Toru,” you said softly, slowing your steps. “Don’t ever pull something that dramatic again.” He pressed a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. “But that’s my specialty.” You gave him a look. He grinned, reaching out to take your hand. This time, no crowd, no noise, no theatrics. Just his warm palm against yours, steady and sure. “Fine,” he said. “No more public stunts. Just me… and you.”
For once, you didn’t pull away.
Part 2: The Boyfriend Phase
It had only been three days since Satoru knelt on both knees in the middle of the Jujutsu Tech courtyard and confessed to you. Three days since you said yes. And already, the entire school was suffering.
“My dearest princess~” Satoru sing-songed as he waltzed into the cafeteria, sunglasses perched on his head despite being indoors. “Your incredibly handsome boyfriend is here to walk you to your table.” Every head turned. Every single one. You set down your tray with a sigh. “Toru, you don’t need to announce yourself like that.”
“Oh, but I do,” he said, sliding into the seat beside you as if it had been reserved for him. Which, judging by the way he sprawled comfortably, maybe it had. “How else will the entire cafeteria know you’re taken?” Yuuji, sitting across from you, snorted into his juice box. “We know, Gojo-san. Everyone knows. The janitor knows. The cafeteria aunties know. Even the school cat probably knows.”
Nobara rolled her eyes, stabbing her fork into her salad. “He’s worse than I thought he’d be. I actually feel bad for you.” You tried not to laugh. “Don’t. He was already this unbearable before. Now it’s just official.”
“Officially yours,” Satoru added with a wink, sliding his arm around your shoulders. Megumi groaned. “Please stop. People are trying to eat.” The table shook as Panda slapped his hands down, grinning. “No, keep going! I love this romance drama.” Satoru grinned smugly, pulling you a little closer. “See? At least someone supports true love.”
Later that afternoon, you discovered that Satoru's clinginess extended beyond mealtimes.
You had barely walked into the library when he appeared at your side, carrying nothing but a basketball and a grin. “Why are you here?” you whispered sharply as you searched for a seat. “Because you’re here,” he said simply, trailing after you. “This is the library.”
“And I’m here to support your academic pursuits,” he said solemnly, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper. “Picture it: me, the dumb jock boyfriend, keeping you company while you ace exams.” You gave him a flat look. “You don’t even have a book.” He raised the basketball. “This is my book. Chapter one: slam dunks.”
The librarian nearly threw him out.
By the end of the week, the entire school had adjusted to “Gojo Satoru, the taken man.” Somehow, his antics were louder, but his smiles softer. He no longer flirted around or teased other students for fun. Everything, every exaggerated joke and every public declaration, was directed solely at you. And when the noise died down, when it was just the two of you, he wasn’t the dramatic captain or the star everyone cheered for. He was quieter. Still the same cheeky and infuriating guy, but also… gentle.
One evening, after practice, you waited by the court while he packed up. The gym was empty, the air humming with the faint echo of bouncing balls and squeaking sneakers. Satoru jogged over, still damp with sweat, hair messy. “Thanks for waiting.”
You smiled, handing him his water bottle. “Someone has to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.” He chuckled, taking a long sip before draping his jacket over your shoulders. “You know,” he said casually, “everyone keeps asking me what it feels like to finally be your boyfriend.” You raised an eyebrow. “And what do you tell them?”
“That it feels exactly like winning a championship.” His grin softened into something more tender. “Except better. Because this one’s forever.” Your heart skipped, warmth spreading in your chest. You tried to hide your smile, but Satoru caught it anyway, his own grin widening. “See? I knew you liked cheesy.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly, but your fingers curled around his hand, holding tight. And for once, Satoru didn’t shout about it, didn’t tease, didn’t draw attention. He just squeezed back, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. Quiet. Steady. Yours.
Part 3: The First Date (Lowkey Edition)
You weren’t surprised when you walked out of the dorms Saturday morning and saw that car parked by the gate.
The most expensive car in the whole of Japan. A Toyota Century Royal. Something only Japanese emperors use, polished, gleaming, practically glowing in the sunlight. People whispered, gasped, snapped pictures, because how could they not? And of course, leaning against it with sunglasses perched on his nose and a grin wide enough to split the sky, was Gojo Satoru.
You’d expected this. After all, the Gojo family was famous for being obscenely wealthy. You’d grown up around wealth yourself, just not on that scale. And if there was one thing Satoru loved, it was making a scene. “Morning, princess,” he called, spreading his arms like he was greeting you on a red carpet. “Your carriage awaits.”
You stopped, crossing your arms. “Toru.”
“Yes, my love?" You gave him a look, the kind that made even Gojo Satoru himself cower. “We agreed on a date. A lowkey one. Do you see this?” You gestured to the spectacle of the car, the crowd of students buzzing, the chaos that followed him like a shadow. “This isn’t lowkey.” He froze, then pouted like you’d just kicked a puppy. “But I wanted to impress you.”
“You don’t need to.” Your voice softened despite yourself. “I already said yes.” For a moment, something gentle flickered in his expression. He scratched the back of his neck, then sighed dramatically.
“Fine. No private jets. No Michelin star chefs. No buying out the whole mall.” He held up his hands in surrender, then smiled crookedly. “But can I at least still drive you there?” You rolled your eyes but slid into the car anyway, because some battles weren’t worth fighting. “One ride,” you warned. “After that, you’re following my plan.”
“Yes, madam baby!” he teased, sliding in beside you.
The mall wasn’t the first choice for most people expecting a Gojo-level date, but it worked. You kept it simple: an arcade, a cat cafe for a break, walking through stores without buying half of them. And Satoru, to his credit, actually played along.
At the arcade, he won you a giant panda plush with his basketball skills. He insisted on carrying it for you, even though it nearly swallowed his entire frame. “Looks like Panda,” you teased. “Exactly,” he said, giving you a lopsided grin. “Now you’ve got two Pandas looking out for you.”
In the photo booth, he made you do the cheesiest poses; peace signs, hearts, mock proposals. And just when you thought he’d run out of ideas, he kissed your cheek as the camera flashed, leaving you wide-eyed in the photo while he looked unfairly happy. When the strips printed out, he tucked one immediately into his wallet, brushing his thumb over the picture like it was something fragile.
Later, you found a rooftop garden above the mall, quiet and nearly empty. Finally, a little peace. You sat side by side on the bench, the city sprawling beneath you. For once, Satoru wasn’t grinning like he owned the world. He was just… there. Sunglasses off, hair messy, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“You really didn’t like the car, huh?” he asked after a moment, voice low. You glanced at him. “It’s not about the car. It’s about you. I don’t need all that noise, Toru. I just want you. Just… this.” You gestured to the space between you, simple and quiet and real. For a long beat, he didn’t speak. Then he leaned back against the bench, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath all day.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmured, looking at you awe-stricken. “Everyone else wants the show. The wealth, the name, the spotlight. But you…” He shook his head, smiling faintly. “You make me want to be ordinary.” Your lips curved. “Ordinary doesn’t suit you.”
“Maybe not.” He reached over, threading his fingers through yours, his touch warm. “But with you? I think I could get used to it.” You leaned against his shoulder. The world below buzzed with noise, but up here, it was just the two of you. No cars, no crowds. Just Toru, and you. And that was exactly enough.
Part 4: Jealousy, Gojo Satoru Style
Word spread fast at Jujutsu Tech. You hadn’t even made it back to class when the whispers reached you: Kyoto University’s star forward, Toji Fushiguro, was on campus. And worse, he was looking for you.
It had started innocently enough. You’d run into him outside the library, tall and broad-shouldered, that confident smirk plastered on his face. He’d heard of you, of course, who hadn’t? The campus diva of Jujutsu Tech. And he wasted no time leaning casually against the wall and saying, “So, how about dinner sometime?”
You’d been polite in rejecting him, you hadn’t even said yes. But by the time you got back to the main building, it was as if the whole school already knew. And one person in particular was waiting for you.
Gojo Satoru.
He was sitting on a bench near the fountain, long legs stretched out, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. The second his eyes landed on you, you knew that he knew. “Princess,” he drawled, but the smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes. “Anything interesting happen today?”
You exhaled. “Toru-”
“Oh, don’t mind me.” He shot to his feet in a flash, voice pitching louder as students nearby perked their heads like meerkats. “I mean, it’s not every day Kyoto’s golden boy comes all the way here to ask my girlfriend out on a date.” He clutched his chest dramatically, staggering like he’d been stabbed. “My fragile heart can barely take it.” You groaned. “Toru, stop-” But of course, he didn’t.
“I give her a ride in the most expensive car in the world, won her a panda plush that could smother me in my sleep, took photo booth memories that I keep in my wallet like the treasure they are-” he sniffled loudly, attracting even more attention, “-and she’s stolen away by a man in… what? Cleats?” Laughter rippled through the crowd. You buried your face in your hands.
“Are you done?” you muttered. “Not even close.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice now so only you could hear. The humor was still there, but beneath it burned something sharper. His fingers curled around your wrist, not tight, but possessive. “Tell me you said no.” You looked up at him, meeting the storm in his blue eyes. “I didn’t say yes.”
His jaw clenched. “That’s not the same thing.” You softened, tugging his hand until his grip loosened, then threading your fingers through his. “Toru. I don’t want Toji. I want you. Only you. Always you.” For a second, the mask cracked. His breath hitched, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against your shoulder like he was trying to anchor himself.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, the edge in his voice betraying just how deep it went. “The thought of anyone else even looking at you like that-” He broke off, exhaling shakily. “I can’t stand it.” You smiled faintly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “Then don’t. Because I’m not going anywhere.” The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced with something softer, needier. He pulled you into his arms right there, ignoring the cheers and whistles from the crowd near you.
“Mine,” he murmured into your neck almost like a vow. “You’re mine.” And though he was ridiculous and embarrassingly dramatic, he was still your Toru at the end of the day. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.
Part 5: Extra, Even in Jealousy
By Monday, the Toji rumor had died down. At least, for everyone else. For Satoru, it was only just beginning.
He showed up at your 8 a.m. Calculus lecture. Which wouldn’t have been strange, he was in the class too, except for the fact that he waltzed in late, wearing sunglasses indoors, and carrying two iced natcha lattes. “Sorry, sorry, traffic was bad,” he said casually, ignoring the fact that you both lived in the same dorm building. Then, loudly enough for the professor to raise an eyebrow, he added, “But I couldn’t let my princess start her day without her favorite drink. Lactose free milk, less ice, because she deserves perfection.” Half the class giggled. You slid lower in your seat out of embarrassment.
“Satoru…” you hissed. He just winked and slid your cup onto your desk, leaning close to murmur, “Gotta make sure everyone remembers who you belong to.”
At lunch, he sat across from you at the cafeteria, if “sat” meant sprawling across the bench with his arm thrown over your chair, feeding you bites of his food even though you had your own. When Maki rolled her eyes and muttered, “Can you two get a room?” he just smirked. “Can’t,” he said smoothly, twirling a fry like it was a wine glass. “The whole world needs to see this. Consider it a public service announcement: she’s taken.” You smacked his arm, but he only grinned wider.
The peak came during basketball practice before a friendly match between Kyoto Uni and Jujutsu Tech. Toji had apparently come to watch the scrimmage between Kyoto Uni and Jujutsu Tech. His presence drew whispers, but nothing compared to what happened after practice ended. Satoru spotted him leaning near the railings, chatting with some students. His eyes narrowed.
“Oh no,” you muttered. Satoru, who met your eyes, grinned widely. Before you could stop him, he jogged over to where you were standing and, without a word, scooped you right off your feet bridal-style..The crowd watching gasped. Toji raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“My quads are burning from practice,” Satoru announced dramatically, spinning you in a slow circle, “but carrying the love of my life? Worth it. Every. Single. Time.” You buried your face in his shoulder, face red from embarrassment. “Put me down, you maniac!”
“Never,” he said cheerfully, though his gaze flicked toward Toji, sharp and triumphant. “Why would I ever let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” The crowd exploded. Phones came out, flashes and sounds of photos being taken rang around the gym. Toji had nothing to say.
Later, when the chaos finally died down and you were walking back to the dorms, hand in hand, you sighed. “Toru, you don’t have to go that far, you know. I already told you, I chose you.”
“I know,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. For once, no theatrics. Just honesty. “But the thought of losing you… even a little? It makes me feel like I can’t breathe.” You stopped walking, turning to face him. “So yeah, I go overboard,” he admitted. “I show off. I make it obvious. Because I don’t ever want you to forget, you’re my everything. And I’ll never let anyone else even think they have a chance.” Your heart ached as you softly smiled. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, lingering there as his breath caught.
“I don’t need the drinks or the theatrics or the bridal carries,” you whispered. “I just need you. That’s all.” And for once, Satoru didn’t have a comeback. He just pulled you close, holding you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. And maybe, you were.
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hiii! this was stuck in my notes for weeks before I finally decided to post them ^^ actually was hesitating between posting all parts together, or posting them individually. buuuut, i decided to post them altogether since individual posting might take long and I don't know how to link one part to another (lol) so here ya go! for any corrections or edits or missed tags, message me or comment here!! edits and corrections are highly appreciated!!! thank you!!! and I hope you enjoyed reading!!!