Satoru sure is taking his time buying the missing ingredients for your dinner. On the living room couch, Megumi is looking at his textbooks quietly while you and Tsumiki entertain yourselves by solving her advanced math assignments.
You would’ve helped Megumi too, but he’s been avoiding you, and you figured he didn’t want his former teacher getting into his business, so you refrained.
"That’s great, Tsumiki!" You praised "Great work!"
She beamed. "Thank you for helping me!"
"You’re welcome!" Then you turned the page to solve the last problem. "What about this?"
"Please don’t."
You turned to the voice only to jump in surprise when you saw that it was Megumi who approached you. Tsumiki hopped off the high chair, as if she knew what was on Megumi’s mind.
"Please don’t-"
"Megu-" Tsumiki tried to stop him, but Megumi shakes his head.
His fisted fingers are holding onto his shirt tightly.
Please don’t? What? The confusion must be evident in your face.
Megumi swallowed hard. "Please don’t take my dad. Please don’t take my dad away."
"Megumi," Tsumiki said, arms going around Megumi’s shaking shoulders.
Oh. You swallowed, and your throat feels tight looking at them. You know he’s a kid, but he’s never acted like one. It surprises and hurts you that you didn’t think about how he’d feel knowing that his former teacher and guardian are dating. No, not their guardian, Satoru is their Dad.
They’re still so young; they shouldn’t be feeling this way.
But they do, your mind whispers. You know why they feel this way.
"Megumi, Tsumiki..." you started, and Tsumiki looks up at you, worry and fear in her eyes, but Megumi is still bowing his head. You held their hands gently. You kneeled so they could see your eyes properly. "Listen to me, okay?"
"I won’t take your Dad," you promised, Megumi looks at you in surprise and relief. "But can I have Satoru?"
Tsumiki and Megumi looked at one another before they nodded, "Okay," their tone soft, small.
"Thank you."
You opened your arms to them, and your heart felt so full when they ran to hug you. It’s only when they both rested their heads on your shoulders that you felt tears.
They must’ve been so scared. You blame your thoughtlessness. You should've been more careful; you should've assured them properly.
"There, there," you say, patting their backs in what you hope is a comforting manner. "Your Dad loves you, okay? It’s not going to change just because I’m in the picture."
Megumi nodded, sniffing, while Tsumiki cried harder, and you had the urge to smack the people who caused him and Tsumiki pain—the ones responsible for putting that kind of expression on their young faces.
So you carried them both gently, and their arms are around you for stability while they lay their heads on your shoulders. You sway gently while muttering words of assurance and love to the kids you've grown to love.
Behind the wall, Satoru smiles while listening to your voice comforting his kids. You must’ve been so worried that you didn’t notice that he'd been gone for so long for someone who just went to the nearby convenience store, and it didn’t dawn on you that Megumi called him Dad.
In truth, he didn't expect that Megumi would consider him his Dad, much less call him that way. He's always thought that Megumi just tolerated his presence, but he should’ve known better than to doubt Megumi. That boy knows how to mask his real feelings well, partly because he’s a Zenin and partly because of a Zenin. No, Toji Fushiguro didn’t want to be a Zenin.
Still, he hoped that Toji knew how much the kids he abandoned suffered because of his neglect. He hopes Toji regretted his decision and loss.
Satoru shakes his head. It doesn’t matter now. It doesn’t matter that Toji abandoned them; it doesn’t matter that he’s facing resistance and pressure from the Zenins by having the sole inheritor of their clan technique in his care; and it doesn’t matter that he’s still too young to be a proper father because he is their Dad and he will protect them or die trying. Most of all, he knows you have his and the kids backs through it all.
Please don’t take my Dad
Tsumiki and Megumi are not his by blood, but they’re his. His to protect, to care for, and to love.
"Your Dad loves you. Satoru loves you both so much."
Satoru closes his eyes and relaxed.
might be full of inconsistency and error cuz i wrote this in a rush. jjk 219 leak got me like this i need to write a not angst story for my soul and sanity TT___TT
The clothes you were wearing last night were crinkled when you downed them again, courtesy of the man sleeping on the bed. You’re careful as you pace around his apartment, scared that you might wake him up.
Leaving before he wakes up is always the hardest part. You’re not sure how to face him every time you sleep together, after all.
You’re gone before he wakes up.
You looked up when you felt the first drop of snow. For a second, you almost want to go back to where you came from, but your buzzing phone reminded you to breathe and continue on your way, and so you did just that.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
The bouquet smells nice. You smelled it again. It’s vibrant, too. The chrysanthemum, pink carnation, and tulips look so beautiful.
Your phone beeping made you pause in your thoughts. It was a message from him.
Look to your right.
Sure enough. There’s a black car to your right. The window rolls down and reveals him, casually waving his hand.
“Hey!” he greets, completely ignoring Ijichi’s complaints about being late to a meeting. “Where are you headed?”
You look at the bouquet and at him, unsure. You’ve never had the guts to tell him that you always visit Suguru’s grave.
You couldn’t tell the expression on his face when you told him the place you’re going to. Ijichi sighed, used to being ignored when Satoru told you to hop in.
“How are you, Senpai?” Ijichi asked as he drove.
You’re grateful for the distraction from Satoru, whose fingers mindlessly draw circles against your leg. “I’m fine. How are you?”
“I’m good, thank you. Could be better,” he muttered the last part, obviously aimed at Satoru who’s mindlessly looking outside. “We really miss you! It’s been so long since we last saw you. The students are always asking about you, especially Yuta, because of what happened back then-“ he stops, eyes wide.
You swallowed. It’s been so long. 2 years is so long. 2 years of make believes, of promises, of mourning.
“Anyways! Where are you working now?”
You smiled, but you’re aware that your smile is tight. It hurts. It hurts that you’re avoiding talking about Suguru. Like he’s not a big part of your lives. “Just a boring office job. I… I can’t really work as a sorcerer now.”
Satoru squeeze your leg. You’ve never felt his presence that strongly until now.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Shoko used to say that it was grief and the devastation that came along with Suguru’s passing that made you like this... an empty shell of yourself, a useless sorcerer that can’t use a technique. You’ve essentially become a civilian. A monkey.
They tried. They all tried to help you get better, but you can’t. It was like your body was rejecting your curse technique. It was as if you were rejecting the part of yourself that connected you to him now that he’s gone.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Do you… do you think he knows?
He looks at you, waits for you to elaborate.
About us? About this? You gestured toward the space between the two of you.
I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.
What do you think his reaction would be… if he were here?
He laughs, but there’s a lack of humor there. It’s sad.
If he were here, then there’s really no need for the arrangement.
Oh.
He’s right, and you’re so stupid for bringing it up.
You let the silence continue until he offered to drive you home.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Ever since you brought it up, you couldn’t help but imagine what Suguru’s reaction would be.
Which was extremely foolish because why were you even thinking about your relationship with Satoru? Satoru is right. It wouldn’t even exist if Suguru was here.
For his part, Satoru seems to not let your (stupid) question get to him.
“Suguru’s dead,” Shoko casually says while drinking sake. It’s Friday night, and she dragged you all here to celebrate because she decided to stop smoking.
(“So you decided you want to be an alcoholic now?” Satoru jokes. He’s here, but he’s not drinking.)
It took you a moment before you answered. “I know.”
She smiles. “Don’t you think there’s really no need to choose if there’s only one choice left?”
She looks at Satoru, who’s looking at you both from across the room.
You swallowed. “Our relationship is… not like that”
She smiled, small and melancholy. “Does he know that? Do you know that?”
You don’t reply because Satoru is already standing up, eyes locked on you.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
“You’re sick?” You look around his apartment. It’s clean, and you have no doubt that his family’s attendant came to clean this place up for him. “For how long?”
He sneezes. “A while.”
“How did you even get sick?”You asked, moving around the kitchen as you prepared lunch for him. You turn to look back at him when he says nothing. “Well?”
He says nothing. Just stares at you as if he can’t believe you’re here.
Unbelievable.
You suppose you’d let him get away with not answering you since he looks really sick.
“Go inside. Hurry.” You shoo him towards his room. You rolled your eyes when he didn’t move and walked towards him, almost pushing him to his room, then his bed. “Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready.”
He nodded. His nose is red, and he’s breathing heavily. When you turned to leave, he grabbed your wrist. “Stay the night. Please.” Your heart aches for him. He wouldn’t ever let you or anyone else see this vulnerability.
And so you did.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Are you feeling better now?
Yes. Did you miss me?
You rolled your eyes playfully, so used to his antics.
I heard you’re investigating something in the Kanagawa. You paused. Would it overstep your boundaries? You don’t think so… you were friends before you propose that stupid arrangement, right?
You read it again and again before deciding to send it before your courage leaves you.
Take care.
Your phone beeped again and you force yourself to finish the report your boss assigned to you.
It was only right after work that you decided to read the message he sent you. You smiled despite yourself when he sent a picture of him posing in a peace sign, too.
Yes, I’ll be back with your souvenir soon. What do you want? :p
Strangely, that started your message exchanges with him.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Ijichi is so funny. He’s red in the face and he keeps on glaring at me.
You smiled. Stop making fun of him.
Eh. I don’t want to.
You’re so full of it.
:P Shoko’s asking where you are.
He sent a group photo with them next. You swallowed, her question about your relationship ringing in your ears.
Does he know that? Do you know that?
You stop replying.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
An old memory resurfaced.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but you really couldn’t stop yourself from acting out. You’re so angry at everyone. You’re so angry that you lost everything you worked hard for and now have to start all over again as a boring office worker. You’re so angry that you lost him twice (one when he fled, one when he died), You’re angry that his idealism was worth more to him than you, or his parents, or his friends. Most of all, you’re so angry that you can’t be angry at him.
If he asked you to, would you have abandoned your whole belief system and loved ones to join him? You don’t know, and you’re scared of the answer.
It was Satoru who bailed you out of jail after you caused a scene at a local bar.
He was quiet on the drive back to his place after you told him you didn’t want to go home.
“Make me forget.” you sobbed into your hands. “Make me forget him, Satoru.”
He pried your face away from your hands, beckoning you to open your eyes. “Okay.”
He made you forget that night and the following nights after that.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
This time, it was him who sought you out.
You didn’t even got to ring the bell before you’re dragged inside his apartment. It was the first time you saw each other again after you stopped replying to his messages.
This is just a release. That’s what you both told yourself at the beginning of whatever this is…
You know it’s a lie now.
But no, he’s not Suguru. Satoru doesn’t kiss quite like him, and he doesn’t hold you quite like Suguru does.
(He’s not Suguru.)
But despite that or maybe because of that, you love him. You love him.
You love him so much that you’re willing to continue this charade. This mistake. This sin.
Because he doesn’t love you, does he? This relationship started only because you both wanted to fill the void Suguru left.
If Suguru could see you now, what would he think?
Will he think you’re useless and good for nothing? For using his name to fool around with someone he considers his friend, his brother?
You wish Suguru would walk through that door; you wish he would take you back; you wish he was alive because you know that’s the only way you can stop this insanity from controlling you.
And when he pulled you by your nape, lips kissing every exposed skin, you arched your body so used to him that you had no idea that somebody could make you feel again after Suguru’s passing.
You closed your eyes if only to stop yourself from crying—from muttering stupid apologies you both know have been useless since the beginning—that you know would only be a burden to him. You both know this was wrong and that this was a mistake.
He stops, his mouth kissing the tears in your eyes. “Open your eyes.”
You don’t. You're scared he'll see right through you.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
There was something primal in his tone. Something vulnerable, and you opened your eyes to see him looking straight at you. And you search his eyes, searching for the answers only he can give you.
When you found the answer, you reached out a hand to his face, and he leans against it. When he leans in, you kiss him back.
No more mistakes.
Cause in his eyes, you found the strength to stay.
is this my first work this 2024? screaming crying this was in my drafts since 2023 TT___TT i finally got around to finishing it cuz I'm sooo heartbroken over Gojo TT_________TT also for some reason my titles are not giving :(( apologies for the rambling hope everyone is okay!!
You’re so thankful you’re invisible to mortals, and the Gods and Goddesses have many things to do than to watch a minor god like you because you would’ve been such an embarrassment.
But you know Cupid is watching you, so you frowned to prove your displeasure at having been denied once again of watching over any man apart from this mortal.
And wasn’t the conversation so one-sided?
Cupid smiles when she hears your plea, glides over to you, and places her hand on your cheek. "Satoru is a special man..."
"How-"
"And you’re the only one I can trust, do you understand?" Her voice is sweet, smooth, and dangerous.
And you’re just too mesmerized to say no.
So here you are again in the mortal world. Your quiver is filled with love arrows. Again. Which you’re sure would be useless seeing as your target would’ve dodged the arrows in the nick of time, and even if your arrows do land, they seem to be defective.
Satoru is wearing tailored clothing fit for a king as he speaks to a few of his apprentices.
He’s not bad to look at. In fact, he’s even more ethereal than some gods you’ve seen ever since you were bestowed godhood.
Not that you’ve seen all the gods yet since you’ve spent every second of every day for years watching over this man. Satoru, as Cupid has affectionately called him. You were given this special task to ensure he meets the person he’s going to love in this lifetime.
"It’s been so long!"
You almost jumped when you saw him beside you, and for a second, you thought he was speaking to you.
Impossible. He can’t see you. No mortal can.
"Gojo!" the man he greeted said. "I didn’t think you’d remember me, considering you don’t know who I was yesterday."
Satoru laughed, and you sidestepped them to observe the crowd and find your prospect.
Sure, you’re a minor god destined to serve Cupid, the Goddess of Love herself, but isn’t this too much?
You’ve already exhausted all your resources and run out of options! Your goddess knows that!
You bit your lip when the red string of fate you tied to his hand—which connects him to a princess—was cut. You’re not sure why you’re surprised, considering this has happened before. It just meant that the princess and he would not be compatible.
See?! See what I mean! You hoped Cupid would see the wide-eyed look you’re giving her. Because why, why does she want you to waste your time running around the mortal world just to ensure this man falls in love? And why doesn’t he just fall in love?
Your goddess knows how many love arrows you have fired and how many red strings you’ve tried to attach just to ensure this man’s happiness.
"Shoko loves me more than she loves you!" you heard Satoru tease.
"Gross."
"Jerk!" Utahime, a ‘friend’ of his, watches him with a dark look.
You mirror her look, but for a different reason. He’s making your job harder than it is! You know it’s not his fault, but just blaming your goddess is not enough because she’s not here, so you’re going to blame the root of your distress too.
"Yeah, jerk," you murmured.
He flinched. Hmm. Really, despite Utahime’s one-sided disgust with him, he seems to still care about her opinion. Maybe you should try setting them up again?
He has been reborn for three lifetimes now. Three of which he has never met his soulmate. You consider this your personal failure. Your mistake, as you’re the one assigned to give him his happily ever after.
So in this lifetime, you vow to give him just that, but it’s just so hard.
But you will, on your honor. Because the gods favor this man.
You have no idea why, but they do. You'd be damned before you let yourself lose face like the last time ever again.
You watched as he entertained a few guests. And you made sure to keep an eye out for a few special mortals that would be a good match for him.
This party is huge, filled with hundreds of people who lined up just to greet and catch a glimpse of the birthday boy. And you even wonder why you’re here in the first place because, in truth, you know Satoru wouldn’t even need your guidance or help to find true love. The world is already in love with him, and you can’t blame the mortals (or some minor gods, really) that fancy him.
His looks make everyone else's pale in comparison. He has power, wealth, and status that anyone would kill or die for. And most especially, he has a heart that anyone would beg to have.
Although his personality could use some work (his arrogant nature just gives you a headache sometimes), you figured it was part of his charm. After all, you’ve watched over him in silence for decades.
It’s not like he’s made of stone. He has a special bond with his friends and the people he finds worthy of his attention, so you hope he just fell in love with someone already!
Hit the mark! You sighed in disappointment when he accidentally dodged the arrow you fired. You looked over at the beautiful lady you had hit earlier (his supposed match), who fell in love at first sight with him. You shook your head when she strided toward him with a purpose.
Why can’t he just fall in love and end your suffering?
Satoru hides his smile by drinking his wine, eyes filled with mirth and affection when he sees your adorable face filled with disappointment and exasperation.
He has no idea how many arrows you have to lose and red strings he has to cut before you fall in love with him yourself, just as he’s in love with you.
The first time you met him again was when you were about to apprehend a villain at the same time he did, except you were hit by the whip and he effortlessly dodged it.
"The jail is that way," you said in exasperation when you saw him following you after that ordeal.
"And the hospital is that way."
You sighed, noting that he had handed the whip-wielding villain to the police patrolling the area. You even saw the police gesturing at you as if asking if you’re a villain too, only for Bakugo to shake his head.
You walked faster. You’ve always imagined it would be awkward to meet your former classmates (friends; you’d hear Deku and Uraraka correct) again after what happened in your last year at UA.
Bakugo casually follows you as if he has all the time in the world. He even stopped your hand from slamming the door on his face effortlessly, taking in the sorry state of your apartment.
"Why is this place such a pigsty? Just hire someone if you don’t feel like cleaning."
"I don’t exactly get paid, do I?" You answered sarcastically as you tried to put pressure on your wound. He says nothing as he stands against the door frame, as if he is guarding it.
Stupid Bakugo.
You moved some of your things that were in the way and motioned for him to sit on your bed, the only clean part of the small room. You’d feel like he’s gonna insult you because of the mess you’re making.
It’s been years since the war against the Meta Liberation Army. The heroes won, but not without casualties—too many casualties.
And there’s been a hunt for the criminals who escaped Tartarus during the whole ordeal and a crackdown on the suspected members of the organization.
Isn’t that why you’re alone now? Without friends and your parents?
"Sit down." You almost jumped when you heard his voice beside you. You didn’t even notice him approaching. "Just sit down and let me clean it."
You pursued your lips, but let him have his way.
He cleaned your wounds, frowning deeper when he saw that you don’t even have a first-aid kit, but he stayed silent.
You just watch him. You’ve only seen him (and your former classmates, as well) on TV and billboards now, and you’ve never been prouder of them for achieving their dreams. You’re so proud of them.
"Thank you." after he’s done cleaning your wounds.
He says nothing, just nodding toward the door. "I’m starving. Let’s go."
You follow him to your door, opening it. He stepped outside, but you didn’t move to follow him.
"Don't—please don’t tell them where I am," you pleaded. They don’t need to associate with you, and you don’t want them to suffer too.
He looks back at you. "What?"
"Thank you for today, but please don’t come here again." and you slammed the door.
But you should’ve known better than to delude yourself. Since when did Bakugo listen to an extra anyway?
So here you are, eating with him again after that incident months ago. You’ve tried everything to avoid him, but he’s not one of the top heroes for nothing.
And Katsuki would never let you slip away from him like that ever again.
"We know your parents are not a part of the Meta Liberation," he said one morning while eating breakfast with you. "We know, and we’re gonna prove them to those bastards and to everyone, and then you can go back. You can be with us again. Everything can go back to the way it was before."
You’re too shocked to say anything, so you just stared at him, forgetting about food as you watched his knuckles turn white from the way he holds the utensils.
"Deku and Todoroki are already taking care of it... so please." rely on me. His unspoken words hung heavily in the air as you gripped the utensils.
How would you rely on him without dragging him down into the mud you're in?
But that was a surprise; you realize you’re not the only one who changed.
He has changed too.
He used to call Todoroki-san Half-and-Half all the time when you were students, and he would rather die than let others help him.
And little by little, at every meeting, the hole in Katsuki’s heart left by your sudden disappearance was filled with memories of you. Tending to your wounds after your ‘work’, buying you food so you’ll eat with him, and the little things he didn't get to experience with you before
"A vigilante has been attacking civilians at night. Civilians are advised to report any strange activity and to be careful as this vigilante, this criminal, is still at large."
"The Hero Commission will award anyone who has information regarding this criminal terrorizing our cit-"
Katsuki pressed the off-bottom with more force than necessary because what the fuck did he just watch?
Beside him, he could see you closing in on yourself again. He’s quick to wrap an arm around you before you push him away.
It’s like your third year all over again. A bounty on your head, a false charge. Someone must have really hated you to put you in this situation.
But Katsuki would be damned before he let anything get past him again. He’s not the useless student he was before who couldn’t do anything to help you. He’s a Pro Hero now, the number 1 Pro Hero if he do say so himself. He has resources now that he didn’t have before, and his influence runs deep.
He’d be damned before he let them hurt you and take you away from him again.
"You’ll take care of it, won’t you?" You ask in a sad tone, but he could also see the coyness in it. The trust you put in him
He sighed in relief, kissing the top of your head before tsk-ing because, really, who else is going to look after your sorry ass? "Like you’d have to ask."
He’s always believed that love is the most twisted curse of them all.
It was love that drove his mother to insanity. It was the clan’s love for power and status that made him who he is today. It was love that made Rika the Queen of Curses.
That’s why he couldn’t fault Suguru when he turned against the people they should be protecting because his best friend just loved them more than those he deemed unworthy of their sacrifices.
The thing is, Satoru loves Suguru too. He did; he does. Maybe it was romantic. Maybe it was platonic. Who knows? Does love need a label all the time? Why can’t it just mean "love"? That’s why Satoru never cursed him because he wanted Suguru to be free in the afterlife, even when Suguru asked him.
But Satoru loves you, too. Loves you too much, loves you too deep, loves you so much that he physically aches to see your blood and your life in his hands, and he sees the sands of time running out. Loves you to the point of selfishness.
(love is the most twisted curse of them all.)
He opened his eyes to see his students looking at him, and he grins, stands up from his lying position, and stretches. The memory seems like a fever dream now that he saw his students well and happy.
"Why?"
Megumi scratches his head, Yuuji chuckles awkwardly, and Nobara looks at them both as if telling her male classmates to speak.
"Ah, we’re hungry, sensei." It was Yuuji who spoke first. Nobara and Megumi chimed in, and there is no doubt that this is scripted and their attempt at intervention.
The second years are practicing, but he sees that they watch him closely. No doubt just as worried about him as the first years were.
He’s touched, but they shouldn’t be worried. Sure, there’s a physical ache in his chest after what happened, but he doesn’t feel much apart from it.
They walked together towards the restaurant they picked, and his students matched their pace with him. He smiles when he sees his students laughing and smiling together, but there’s something missing.
He sighs. When are you going to stop being mad at him?
His students stop to look at him, worried about his wellbeing after the whole ordeal. Maybe they’re wondering when he’s going to snap when he stops.
He smiles, relieved. The physical ache was gone when he finally felt your presence by his side, and Yuuta’s eyes widened when he saw that it wasn’t Rika who loomed over them.
No matter what anyone says, Megumi never starts fights. He only finishes them off. And it’s not his fault that those bullies thought they could antagonize him and get away with it.
So it was no surprise when he was suspended for beating up those weaklings.
He scowled as he looked at the riverbank. He doesn’t really care.
He almost yelped when something cold hit his cheek, and he glared at the too-tall menace of a guardian who crouched beside him.
Gojo smiled, tapping the popsicle on his cheek. Here. You need to cool down.
He takes the popsicle before staring at the river again.
His guardian lets the silence carry on before sighing. Megumi wanted to rejoice because his guardian looks like he’s about to leave, but inside, he’s a little disappointed. What if those bullies were right? What if he can’t make people stay because he’s worthless and nobody loves him?
But he was proven wrong when Gojo stayed and took his popsicle to open it for him before handing it back. You should eat it before it melts.
He does, and he appreciated the gesture more when he saw that it was his favorite flavor of popsicle.
Megumi, come on. Talk to me. What is it? What’s on your mind? What happened? Gojo says it in a sing-song tone.
He knows that this strange, tall man already knows what happened. He was there earlier when the principal suspended him and the parents of those bullies wanted to sue him.
Nothing; you already know what happened.
I know their version, but I want to know the truth.
He says nothing. One, he doesn’t want Tsumiki to know what those bullies were saying about her too. Two, he knows deep inside that what those bullies said was right. He has no mother, and his father has long abandoned him. Nobody wanted to keep him, and he knows his guardian is only temporary. Maybe he won’t even be here tomorrow. Megumi doesn’t want to show his vulnerability in front of a man he can’t trust.
Gojo licks his popsicle in contemplation while watching him. For a child, Megumi seems to have the whole world on his shoulders. And somehow, it reminds him of himself.
You're still a kid. You don't have to worry about useless things.
Useless? Megumi looks at him sharply. Gojo looks solemn and understanding. "That's the beauty of being a kid. Let the adults worry and figure it out. The only thing you need to do is be a kid, and whatever you're worrying about is not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me."
He’s stuck with him? Let the adults handle them? Can he really do that? His own father sold him off to the highest bidder, and without Gojo, he would've probably be in a worst situation.
He can't trust adults, but...
(He looks at his guardian, who is close to him. Someone who should be more of an older brother because of their age difference, yet the one person—the only person—who held out his hand to save the kids he had no business rescuing or raising. )
He finds that he can trust one adult. This adult next to him who is no blood but the one who saved and rescued him, the one who is raising them against all odds, the one who is more like a father and friend to him like no other, and somehow, Megumi knows that unlike all adults in his life, Gojo is not lying or just saying things to make him feel better. He means them, and because of that, he won't leave.
Megumi nodded in understanding. Gojo smiled, ruffling his hair, and he groaned.
"We should finish eating this and head back before Tsumiki starts freaking out about us again."
my gojo dad and megumi as his son entry for this year! this was supposed to be posted last year but life keeps getting in the way huhu also was supposed to be posted on the anniv gojo got sealed cuz i just miss him sm
Warning: obsessive behavior, mention of death, kinda manga spoiler
part ii
Right from the moment that you got separated from Megumi and your friends, you already had a bad feeling, especially when you noticed Tsumiki’s behavior and Yuji not quite acting like himself before going back to being Yuji.
And so, against your senpai-tachi’s wish, you decided to search for them. You’re already out of breath, but you didn’t stop until you caught sight of the familiar back you’re so used to hugging.
"Megumi!" you called, halting as you tried to catch your breath. "Megumi, I’m so glad I found you! Have you caught up with Tsumiki? She was acting we-"
You stopped when you noticed the two people lying on the ground. Yuji and Angel are both bleeding beneath him, and he doesn’t seem to care.
When he looked back at you, eyes and mouth smiling, you knew.
"Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I found them in this stat-"
It’s Megumi’s voice, but you know it’s not him.
"You’re not Megumi..." you say, your throat tight as you slowly take a step back. "Wh-who are you?"
The thing inside him grins, and you’re overcome with dread and horror as you realize who’s in front of you. As you realized who exactly possessed your beloved.
"Sukuna-"
The fear you’re feeling is familiar. It’s the same fear you felt when he dropped Megumi by your side during the Shibuya incident. Sukuna’s words as he healed Megumi during that moment still ring in your mind even after weeks. The plan he alluded to involves Megumi, which gives you chills. And didn’t that moment leave you sleepless and scared for days, to the point where you couldn’t look Yuuji in the eyes for fear you'd see Sukuna and the way he looked at you?
"You’re really smart, aren’t you?" Megumi Sukuna laughs. "I can see why he likes you."
"Wha-" your eyes go back to your bleeding friends. "What did you do to them? What did you do to Megumi?!"
"Nothing." he shrugs, nonchalant. "Just taking my investment, so to speak."
"Investment?" you ask incredulously. "What do you mean by that?"
"You’re a smart girl; why don’t you guess?"
You immediately thought of his plan. Was this part of his plan all along? To possess Megumi?!
Sukuna takes a long look at you. From your tattered clothes to your slightly warm cheeks after all that running to the slight biting of your lower lip while you concentrate, it’s fascinating that your eyes are blazing instead of cool despite your technique.
He smiles when he feels the body inching to touch you. You really like her, don’t you, Megumi?
You took a step back when he came near you. You held out your palm, and the breeze turned to ice as you panicked. "Don’t come near me!"
"You’re his most precious person, do you know that?" He remains calm in the face of your horror and power. He takes a step closer to you. "You’re our most precious person."
Hana lunges at him before he can touch you. And you would’ve hugged her in glee because she’s alive! But stopped when you saw her frantic face.
"Run!" Hana yells at you as she attacks Sukuna. "What are you waiting for?! Run! Warn the others and escape!"
You’re torn between staying to fight alongside her and running to warn the others. Ultimately, there’s only one thing you can do, so you closed your eyes tightly and ran. "Don’t die!"
You ran frantically while searching for your senpais. You don’t know what to do. Megumi... Megumi... what’s happened to him? Is he still alive? And how can you stop Sukuna? Can you even stop him when he’s possessing Megumi like that?
There was a gush of wind and a shadow looming over you—over the place that made you still. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Nue, but it isn’t the Nue you’re used to.
Before Nue’s eyes spotted you, you immediately went inside the abandoned building to hide. What is Sukuna planning? Does he intend to use Nue to track down every sorcerer in the game and eliminate them?
"You’re not a very fast runner, aren’t you?" You screamed and immediately turned around to come face-to-face with Sukuna.
But Hana... she’s strong! How come she's been defeated so easily? Hana... is Hana gone? What did he do? Did he kill her? Your tears threaten to spill as your thoughts scatter.
You’re next. He’s going to kill you. You’re sure of that.
"This won’t do. Don’t cry." he sighs when he sees your tears. "Your tears make me happy, but they make him anxious. He’s already hard to control as it is, I don’t want you to give him anymore reasons to fight me."
Megumi... is still alive? That gave you hope. Megumi is fighting him! It means that Sukuna doesn’t have full control!
You froze him before he could blink and ran as fast as you could to hide. You know you can’t defeat him in your current state. You can’t even defeat Megumi; how could you defeat Sukuna in his body?
You just need to run and strategize. To put some distance between you two and gather your senpais to create a counter attack.
You hid inside the janitor’s closet. There’s no light, just the way it’s supposed to be. As long as you’re quiet, he won’t hear you or find you.
Yuta-senpai can definitely match Sukuna’s strength. He doesn’t need to defeat or kill Sukuna; you just need him restrained. Megumi’s fighting back to gain control over his body, and you trust him enough to know he can do it. Yuji can take over his body even with Sukuna in it; Megumi can too, right?
You bit your lip. You don’t know. You honestly have no idea how you can come out victorious from this one without your sensei and Megumi alive and well. You don’t even know if your senpai-tachi and friends are alive!
There are so many unknown variables that scare you. Sukuna scares you.
Especially when he’s taking his sweet time walking down the hallway.
"I admire your courage in attempting to stop me, but frankly, your ice is nothing compared to Uraume’s. Maybe I can ask her to mentor you so you can get stronger."
His voice echoes in the silent hallway, and you’re pretty sure he’s gonna pass by where you’re hiding soon.
"Aren’t you worried about your friends? They’re still alive, but bleeding to death," he asked with fake concern. "Although I think the brat is already dead by now."
Yuji... he’s talking about Yuji, isn’t he? Your eyes widened, and you covered your mouth as you fought back a whimper.
"Who should I kill next? You can pick. Should I start with the green haired girl or the black haired boy?"
His shadow stops at the room's door. You stepped backward, your hand still covering your mouth. Only you couldn’t step backward because you’re not alone.
His hands were on your shaking shoulders as he leaned in to whisper.
"Found you."
my first completed work for 2023 and it’s sukuna’s fic! it’s been so long!! apologies for the errors will fix them asap after i get some sleep TT___TT
Cupid has never seen such a peculiar case as yours and Satoru's. She’s been told many times to intervene already—to put an end to this cycle of chasing and pining. She agrees; she really does. This has been going on for centuries—or has it been a millennium already?
She fought the urge to laugh out loud when she saw you slapping a hand to your forehead in frustration when Satoru ignored the prospect you sent his way.
She’s pretty sure you’re cursing her and Satoru in your mind right now.
And is that a grin on Satoru’s lips? Naughty, naughty.
Cupid giggled to herself as she drank the ambrosia a servant had poured on her drink.
Oh, Satoru is making his way to you while you’re busy contemplating your existence. You sidestepped when you noticed (why you even do that when mortals wouldn’t see or touch you is beyond her), and Satoru bit his lower lip.
You’ve always had the uncanny ability to ignore Satoru’s advances and turn a blind eye to his feelings, despite being a god under her control. It’s frustrating and cute to see that it still hasn’t changed even after all these years.
Cupid taps the table in contemplation when she notices something… about your mannerisms. You’ve been keeping your distance from Satoru for a while now. At first, she thought it's because you're mad that you're stuck by him til he finds his soulmate, but seeing your face brings her to a different conclusion. Is that a blush on your cheek? And what’s that guilty look and something else in your eyes?!
Of course she knows what it is! You’ve fallen! Why else would you feel guilty looking at Satoru? Why else would you be blushing?!
It’s as clear as day to her. She’s the Goddess of Love after all.
This is a joyous occasion. Finally! Now, to make you realize it yourself (which could take a few years or even a lifetime, really, with how stubborn and in denial you are),
Maybe they’re right. Maybe it’s high time that she, the Goddess of Love, intervenes with you two. There’s only so much pining she can take before she explodes. She loves a good slow burn, but this slow burn has been taking its sweet time.
She would help you two... or not.
Because the way that Satoru looks at you with adoration and patience in his eyes makes her heart ache. This man has been in love with you for years, and he's not showing any signs of impatience or frustration, even when you look so guilty and conflicted for having feelings for him. Cupid can wait until you realize your feelings and until you two get your happily ever after. Until then, she's going to watch over you and Satoru like she has always done.
You'll realize your feelings someday.
TADAAA PART 2 OF CUPID AND IT’S FROM CUPID’S POV! I was honestly pleasantly surprise to see so many love ‘Cupid’ & wants a part 2 <3 thank u for your support and love mwa
