slipping thru my fingers.
includes : gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami ! and spoilers <3
gojo satoru.
. being the young mother of the strongest sorcerer was never going to be easy
. you missed out on a lot of his time because the elders and higher ups were always having him training to be their weapon despite your silent wishes for him to have a normal childhood
. of course you loved him, he was your son, but you couldn't free him from the responsibilities of becoming clan head and such
. whenever you two could be together, it was always somewhat distant which you tried to work through but it was hard
. you knew that in the future, you would wish that you fought harder to be with your little boy
. as satoru grew he slipped away, finding more fun in causing trouble for the elders and rebelling from everything expected of him
. when he left for his first year at jujutsu high it was the last straw and you stopped seeing him completely, you cried that night but found small comfort knowing he would only do so if he had found good friends
. you would send him gifts and letters with no response or return, but at least knew he received them when you'd call up the post office and they let you know that all your packages had been picked up
. you assumed he just wanted freedom from the clan before his closing in responsibility
. the little time you did have with satoru, you spent trying to make up for all the time you had missed out on, always buying sweets his father used to like in preparation for his small visits
. he never ate them around you but you'd always come back to the boxes empty
. after the star plasma vessel mission, he cut ties with you and just like the night he left for school, you cried
. he reached out again after struggling to raise megumi and tsumiki, to which you eagerly accepted his call for help and took on the responsibility of the two kids while satoru was busy
. when suguru defected you spent a good portion of the gojo clan's wealth on any and every sweet your late husband had ever liked, passing down the rest of his habits onto your son, finally
. the next years of your life were spent raising tsumiki and megumi alongside your son, spoiling them with the gojo clans massive wealth
. when satoru was sealed you stayed with shoko who comforted you, having known your son for a long time and probably better than you ever would
. megumi tried to cheer you up but it didn't really work until satoru was freed from the prison realm and you jumped onto him, begging him not to leave you like his father had to
. you watched as both of your boys fought, well, one taken over by the king of curses
. when you saw your little boy split in half on that screen, you walked out of the room and didn't look back, waiting for ui ui to transport satoru's body back so you could say goodbye
. you were opposed to yuta inhabiting satoru's body but let it happen, saying goodbye to shoko and leaving
suguru geto.
. with a son that could see strange creatures was a little weird but as a non sorcerer, you tried your best to understand
. you pampered and smothered suguru as he grew up, making sure that despite the fact you were raising him in a simple village, he had everything he could possibly want
. on your free weekends, you would take him out to the city and use up all your spare money to buy him whatever he wanted because you couldn't resist your boy's little face
. when someone showed up at your door, telling you your son had to go to jujutsu high because he was a very powerful sorcerer, you were devastated but proud of him for growing so fast
. suguru promised to call you every week and you saw him off with teary eyes
. he kept his promise, telling you about the two others in his class and all the missions he was being dispatched on while you worried and filled him in on all the village gossip
. in your second year, he told you about his juniors, two boys that he quite liked, especially the happier of the two
. when he was sent out to help the star plasma vessel you made him promise to call you every day with updates on how he was, especially because of the higher risk of the mission
. after the failure, you started noticing that he was changing
. you noticed he stopped eating and was coming home less and you'd never tell him but sometimes you sobbed at night, begging any higher being for your little boy back
. when he did come home, you didn't comment but always made sure to put more servings on his plate than your own
. once, you let slip that you thought something might be going on in the village, that you could hear distant and caged cries at times but didn't think it meant to much, that it was just your imagination
. after that, he stopped coming home completely
. you begged suguru to come home one day, on the one year anniversary of his father's death, telling him that you missed him
. he came home that night and he held you as you lit the incense for his father, the both of you pretending like you couldn't feel that cold pressure looming over your back
. suguru apologised to you as his curse attacked but you only smiled through your tears, insisting you could never hate your little boy
. in your last breath you only whispered his and your late husband's names, limp hand slipping from his cheek
ryomen sukuna.
. when your son was young, he'd always been labeled as a freak, a monster and an abomination by the people from your village
. as a result, you were ostracised from the people you had once known
. you took him and ran into the woods, living in one of the old buildings from the village your people had left behind in the past, just close enough to buy supplies when needed or during an emergency
. you sustained yourself and your son by growing your own crop and collecting water from the nearby river, as well as sewing your own clothes
. you knew that your son resented you for making him be born like this but you cared for him anyway
. at night when you thought he was asleep, you'd scream up at the sky, asking what you had done to deserve this
. he heard it all and began to pull away, realising he was the reason you had to live in the woods, and for your pain despite the fact you would tuck him in every night and assure him that you would love him no matter what
. in a particular harsh winter when you had burnt all your supplies, you had to venture out into the woods to reach the village and did not return for three days, leaving your son alone in the house
. when you returned the snow storm had ended, you were beat and frostbitten, collapsing just before you reached the door
. he raced out and brought you inside, ignoring the produce you had bought until after he was sure you were okay
. he nursed you back to health as well as he could and demanded you tell him who had made you this weak
. you reluctantly told him who, believing that your boy wouldn't do anything but he left, returning the next day dirtied, marking the beginning of his bloodlust
. your sickness never truly disappeared but he took you with him anyway as he rose through the ranks
. as it progressed, you began to lose hope of ever recovering, begging your boy to just kill you, to end your suffering
. he disagreed with your pleas in the beginning but your whining began to become irritating so he did it quickly for you, ordering uraume to preserve your body
. that day, he gained the name ryomen sukuna
. years into the future when yorozu questioned if sukuna had already known love, the briefly thought back to you and wondered where your body had ended up
toji fushiguro.
. being a woman in the zen'in clan was not easy, especially when your son was everything that your clan hated
. married into the clan at a young age, you were forced to have a child at the end of your teens
. things only got worse when it was revealed that your son had not a pinch of cursed energy despite being a zen'in
. you were separated from those around you, because apparently it was your fault for birthing a boy without any talent, raising your son without the help of even your husband
. when toji was a baby, you spent each day focused on only him, tending to whatever he may need while the maids took care of your tasks and you'd hold him at night, telling your baby boy that you loved him
. as he grew, you were always there, letting your boy know you loved him and would stick with him through thick and thin, loving him all the same despite the pain he had caused you
. you stood by him as he trained and grew, becoming something the clan feared rather than disgusted like he had been as a child, smiling and laughing through his hardships and when he would succeed
. over time, you knew he would want to sever his ties with the zen'in clan and actively encouraged him to do so, wanting your son to distance himself from the evil
. eventually, he grew larger than you and when you would roam the courtyard, toji would loom behind you and scare off all the people who used to ridicule you for birthing a monster and disgrace like him
. you remembered when young naoya approached, you knew he was there to see this toji zen'in, and you smiled down at the little boy, handing him your umbrella in the rain that you had previously been using to cover toji and youself
. in the future, maki would tell you that apparently toji had become naoya's chosen measure of strength and you his measure of what a good wife should be and look like. you told maki you were happy naoya took inspiration from someone good rather than any other zen'in despite how evil you both knew naoya was, twisting your and your son's image
. when toji told you that he had found a woman he loved, you were ecstatic and even more so when he said he would take her name
. you met her and helped her through her pregnancy not long after they married, helping with whatever they should need
. when toji's wife gave birth, you waited outside, not wanting to intrude on their moment and only entered after toji poked his head through the door, grunting at you and telling you to meet the brat
. you skipped past the nurse holding the baby to give to you, sitting by toji's wife and making sure she was okay (you knew what a hard pregnancy felt like after having toji)
. after being reassured she was okay, you moved onto toji, telling him to always do right by his son, that his son was a blessing and to never tell him otherwise, much like you told toji that he was your blessing when he was a child
. toji looked towards his wife, and decided to name him after your very words, megumi
. you held baby megumi after the other two passed out, toji in the chair behind his wife's bed, you told him stories about his father he would never remember to pass the time and to put himself above others because it was the only way to survive this world of jujutsu
. after toji and his wife woke back up, you kissed them both on the cheek goodbye and headed back to the clan, you supposed this was time to pay the debt you owed for letting your son live all those years ago
nanami kento.
. you had always known that your boy was strange, a little robotic if anything but you never minded, always smiling as you kissed his cheek and tucked him in
. when he told you he was seeing monsters, you were a little concerned but brushed it off as something childish, instead being happy about your son embracing the kid side of him
. how wrong could you have been
. as kento grew older you still babied him, much to his displeasure
. you bought him his band tees and paid for the haircuts you found a little too edgy for your liking but insisted they made him look handsome nonetheless
. when a strange sunglasses wearing man showed up at your house, informing you that your son could see curses and had something called a cursed technique used to exorcise them, you were concerned for the man and skeptical but thought back to kento's childhood and supposed it could be somewhat true
. kento told you he wanted to go to this school the man was telling you about, so you reluctantly let him into your house
. after some convincing, you eventually agreed
. when your boy started school, he told you about the only other in his year, yu haibara, who was a little too happy but somehow mixed in well with kento and the others in the year above him
. when haibara passed, you were devastated, having had that boy over to your house many times to the point you referred to him as yu
. when kento confessed to you that he wanted to leave jujutsu society, you said you would support him in every and any life he chose, but you knew that it wouldn't last, that jujutsu sorcery was his true calling, that it was his freedom
. when he told you he wanted to go back to jujutsu, you smiled knowingly, pressing a kiss to his forehead and packing his bags for tokyo
. kento came home after a mission once, accompanied by a younger man who introduced himself as ino takuma, both in need of some light patching up
. you accepted takuma as your second son immediately, adjusting his beanie slash mask so it was straight
. after shibuya, takuma came to your house with another boy, as you lived decently close and they were simply tired
. you welcomed them both in and they told you the news, sitting down in tears as you, takuma and the boy, yuji, held each other and sobbed
. after cleaning yourself up, you left the two on their own, while you prepared dinner for the three of you, kento's old favourite
. while the three of you sat, you told them about the trips you took your little boy on to malaysia whenever you could gather enough money to spare, at some point you called yuji yu and didn't notice, tears flowing again with the little comfort that now your two boys were together again
. after dinner you waved the boys off through your still flowing tears and then went and sat in your son's old room
