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[th3secr3th1story]

geto reaction to you getting badly injured in a mission with him

stay with me - geto suguru

summary: when you get badly injured in a mission with geto

thanks for the req! hope you enjoy. this one is longer, set in 3rd year + no geto expulsion or kenjaku possession lol, fluff turned angst turned fluff, descriptions of violence/fighting ykyk. prob my fave thing i've written :') pls enjoy!

words: 2423

"on your left."

"yes, sir!"

it wasn't uncommon for geto and you to get assigned for the same missions. you were known to work extremely well together, efficiently damning curses as you defeated them one by one. in fact, whenever it was something urgent, yaga tended to send the two of you together rather than geto and gojo, because he couldn't always trust gojo those two to stay focused on what needed to get done.

you had known geto ever since you entered tokyo jujutsu high, quickly forming a friendship with the boy as you initially bonded over ear gauges. you had been dreaming of doing it for yourself for the past few years, but were too unsure of the process to get started. geto encouraged you to take the risk and helped you through all of it, even going out with you to pick the best gauges for beginners. he practically became your q&a source, answering all your questions which ranged from "is it too soon for me to move up a size yet?" to "how can i hide these from my parents?"

your initial friendship only grew from there, occasionally hanging out in each other's dorm rooms or meeting up at a cafe to get some work done. you talked about anything and everything, whether that be zaru soba (his favorite food), gojo's antics, your 1v1 sparring session tallies (currently at 13-8, you in the lead), or the way yaga-sensei seemed to have a never ending collection of glasses. he was funny, really funny, and though he condemned gojo for his never ending unseriousness, these parts shined through geto himself as well. he wasn't a stranger to pranks, sometimes hiding fake bugs on your desk or even that one time where he replaced your favorite pair of shoes with an exact copy that was just one size smaller.

however, on days that hit a little harder, you'd head over to his dorm and sprawl out on his bed as he sat on the floor next to you. on these nights, geto would open up about his fears that gojo was pulling away from him, and you'd talk about the way you felt like the better you performed the better you were expected to do. neither of you really knew what to say to fix things, as you were just two almost-adults thrown into dangerous situations nearly everyday. what else could either of you do except listen? you'd remain on the bed and he'd stay seated on the floor, gazing up at you as you spoke about whatever was worrying you.

it was hard to keep your eyes off of him, as his silky black hair seemed to perfectly flow down the smoothness of his face and neck. sometimes, the two of you would make brief eye contact and then quickly look away, geto awkwardly chuckling to himself as you felt heat crawl up your neck, quickly changing the subject to something stupid, pointing out how the cracks on geto's ceiling resembled a cat if you squinted.

these nights would end once you let out a particularly loud yawn, rolling off his bed and finding your footing as you'd offer a hand to help him up. once at his door, you'd smile at each other, geto oftentimes laughing at the way your clothes would get all wrinkled after lying down on his comforter. you'd exchange goodbyes and leave his room, and that was pretty much it.

therefore, you two were not quite friends but also not quite lovers. stuck somewhere at an awkward in-between.

it was impossible for shoko to miss the way geto would automatically guide you through a busy crowd, steering you with one hand oh so close to your waist. she never missed how you would always grab a few extra napkins for him before heading to the lunch table, just in case he had forgotten to take some with his tray.

gojo, despite his silly exterior, was nonetheless extremely observant, often sharing knowing looks with shoko as the four of you walked from class to class. his jokes slowly started to incorporate you and geto, laughing loudly at you two arguing over which water was yours and which was his, leading to him declaring that you "sounded like an old married couple." you and geto simply stared at him in silence, eyes widening as a smile twitched at the edge of geto's mouth.

neither of you made a move for something more. it might've been fear of unreciprocated feelings, the idea that being a curse user was already a risky job, or just unwillingness to confront each other. whatever it was, this "in-between" became something of a home for the two of you, where you resided not-so comfortably but still content.

"suguru, i think there's one hiding behind that column," you murmur into his ear, not wanting to alert it.

"i think so, too. i see a trail of cursed energy heading that way. you want to come with me or check out the rest of this mall?" he responds, not taking his eyes off of the corner of the first floor, which was harboring an excess amount of cursed energy. you don't miss the way he subtly shifts to stand in front of you, putting another layer of protection between you and the curse (not that you need it, anyway, but the action still makes something flutter in your stomach).

"what, don't think you can fight it alone?" you smirk. "need my help?"

geto squints at you briefly. "i'll meet you on the second floor. be careful," he responds, lightly calling attention to his last statement as he softly adds your name at the end, making sure you hear him.

it's not that he thinks you aren't capable. quite the opposite, actually. every day you only amaze him more and more with your abilities. he's certainly no stranger to ending up on the ground underneath you after sparring sessions, quickly claiming your victory. however, he knows that things can always go wrong, which is why he usually feels more comfortable staying with you during missions like these. nevertheless, you both want to get out of there as fast as possible, with the promise of lunch waiting. and not that either of you would admit it, but something is seriously weird about this mall. curse users were in no way unfamiliar with abandoned locations, but it was hard to say that they'd ever get truly comfortable with it.

"yeah, you too," you whisper-command back before heading to the second floor.

walking up a broken escalator, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander just a little. at the way geto seemed to keep you in his sight at all times. at the way you guys worked so well together. but what about outside of the battlefield? outside of curses? geto, the ever so amazing friend, what would he be like in a romantic relationship?

you imagine what it would be like to wake up next to him. his arm thrown lightly over your waist, pulling you closer into him. his breath softly falling on your neck as he unconsciously pushes his head further into your shoulder and tightens his grip on you. you'd turn around, looking at his sleeping figure, mesmerized by how someone could be so utterly beautiful even while resting. you'd play with his hair, woven into a loose braid (which you've commanded him to do, noting that protective hairstyles were necessary to keep hair healthy. and by god, did you need his gorgeous hair to stay healthy).

you're thrown out of your daydreaming, zoning in on a specific section of the second floor where you hear quiet clanging coming from. heading closer, you prepare for combat, completely unaware of the curse approaching you from behind.

just as you're about to blast the boxes where the noise came from, you're grabbed and thrown against the wall as the curse attacks.

"fuck," you groan, mentally noting to pick up a few ice packs on the way back to campus.

scrambling to your feet, you begin landing punch after punch on the curse, who you've mentally assessed to be much higher than the grade 2 curses you and geto were originally sent to defeat.

the lights overhead buzz like dying flies — a cold, flickering strobe across cracked tile and broken storefronts. the abandoned mall breathes like a tomb, empty and echoing. you now notice more than ever that everything here is faded: the rusted escalators, the torn banners, the blood — no, your blood — smeared across the shattered floor.

the curse itself is massive. eight grotesque eyes that glow like those of wolves in a quiet forest, waiting to kill. it lunges to meet you, faster than it should be. claws rip through the air. you duck, barely. you roll over a patch of broken glass, cursing out loud as you feel the shards tear into your skin, drawing blood.

you twist, charge up, and launch a heavy strike at its body, slamming it into its side. the curse shrieks in pain, but still isn't dead.

"you can do this," you murmur, hyping yourself up in the face of this utterly terrifying monster.

the next few minutes are almost too fast to describe. you get thrown into stacks of shopping carts. you rip off the curse's arm. you choke on blood, no doubt yours. the curse contorts in pain. it grabs you by the neck. your vision blurs. yet, you push on.

you land one final blow, and you swear all you see is white. hot, blinding white. then nothing.

when the dust settles, the curse is gone.

"well, would you look at that," you smirk, proud of yourself.

then you stumble. and you stumble once more.

you collapse to the floor, falling to your knees in pain. you hunch over, using your palms to keep you up from crumpling completely. you allow yourself to sit flat on your butt, grimacing at the pain shooting up your body. you lean back against a toppled vending machine, using it as support.

"holy shit," you hear near the broken escalator. weakly, you turn your head at the source of the voice.

you see geto, just as handsome as earlier. his eyes sweep the area, noticing the collapsed pillar, the smoldering remains of a curse, the dust still settling.

then his eyes find you.

he doesn't waste a single moment before sprinting over, kneeling in front of you and grabbing you by the shoulders.

"what the fuck?" geto chants your name over and over, eyes scanning over your body. despite the situation, you can't help but feel yet another flutter in your stomach under his gaze.

"suguru," you mutter, unable to even pinpoint the source of your pain as it was coming from all directions.

"what the fuck happened? you were supposed to just scan the second floor. that's it," geto says sharply, unable to mask his concern.

he cups your face, firm enough to force you to look at him, but gentle enough so as to not hurt you.

"answer me," he pleads.

"was just looking. heard a sound in the corner. went to inspect, but it was a trap. got attacked from behind. killed it, if you couldn't tell. a 'great job' or 'wow, you're so amazing' would be nice," you muse, weakly smiling.

geto's mouth twists like he's trying to be mad, but you still see a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "you could've died."

"'m still here. what happened downstairs?"

"you could've," he scolds. he brushes glass shards from your forehead, fingers lingering near your temple. "it was a trap. nothing there. i was confused at first, kept inspecting 'till i realized the real problem was upstairs. came as fast as i could," he huffs out. you hum in response, too tired to say anything.

“i should’ve gotten up here faster,” he continues. he's moving his hands all over your body now, assessing the extent of your injuries.

“you were fighting, too.”

“i still should’ve—” he cuts himself off, then just exhales, tired and grateful and furious all at once. “i hate this.”

“hate what?”

“this.” he stares into your eyes. “when you scare me like that. when i don’t know if i'm gonna find you bleeding out or not breathing.”

“i'm still breathing,” you reply.

"doesn't matter."

"okay, ouch?"

geto's gaze drops down a little. you watch him, unsure if he's looking at the blood trickling down the side of your face or your lips. you hope it's the latter.

"...suguru?" you hesitate to ask, unsure if you even want to know the answer.

he doesn't respond at first. then, after a moment quietly asks, "can i kiss you now?" you don't miss the pleading look in his eyes.

"please," you beg softly.

silence fills the air once again. full of things unsaid. full of all the almosts you've carried over the years. you've both been in this situation before. not here, as in the mall, but here, as in moments like these, toeing the line of something more than friendship.

geto leans in—slow, cautious. merely a few inches away now, you close the gap, jumping over that in-between the two of you have become comfortable with. and then finally, the kiss—

it's soft, tentative — more breath than pressure at first. your lips brush once, hesitate, then press again with more weight. a little hungrier. a little more desperate. you slide up your hand to tangle in his hair, lightly brushing your nails against his scalp. he groans against your mouth.

years of restraint melt into those few seconds. the quiet longing. the stolen glances. the closeness disguised as casual friendship. all of it, folded into this one kiss.

you don't know how much time has passed when you pull away. a few seconds, minutes maybe. all you can think about is how soft geto's lips are. how they seem to mold perfectly with yours.

at first, geto looks at you with wonder in his eyes, silently questioning how someone as beautiful and smart as you could ever fall for someone as complicated as him.

then, geto leans his forehead against yours and sighs heavily. "scared the shit out of me, you know."

"what else am i here for?" you smile, leaning your head back against the vending machine again. you reach up with your right hand to cup his face. you swear geto pushes his cheek deeper into your hand.

[th3secr3th1story]

geto reaction to you getting badly injured in a mission with him

stay with me - geto suguru

summary: when you get badly injured in a mission with geto

thanks for the req! hope you enjoy. this one is longer, set in 3rd year + no geto expulsion or kenjaku possession lol, fluff turned angst turned fluff, descriptions of violence/fighting ykyk. prob my fave thing i've written :') pls enjoy!

words: 2423

"on your left."

"yes, sir!"

it wasn't uncommon for geto and you to get assigned for the same missions. you were known to work extremely well together, efficiently damning curses as you defeated them one by one. in fact, whenever it was something urgent, yaga tended to send the two of you together rather than geto and gojo, because he couldn't always trust gojo those two to stay focused on what needed to get done.

you had known geto ever since you entered tokyo jujutsu high, quickly forming a friendship with the boy as you initially bonded over ear gauges. you had been dreaming of doing it for yourself for the past few years, but were too unsure of the process to get started. geto encouraged you to take the risk and helped you through all of it, even going out with you to pick the best gauges for beginners. he practically became your q&a source, answering all your questions which ranged from "is it too soon for me to move up a size yet?" to "how can i hide these from my parents?"

your initial friendship only grew from there, occasionally hanging out in each other's dorm rooms or meeting up at a cafe to get some work done. you talked about anything and everything, whether that be zaru soba (his favorite food), gojo's antics, your 1v1 sparring session tallies (currently at 13-8, you in the lead), or the way yaga-sensei seemed to have a never ending collection of glasses. he was funny, really funny, and though he condemned gojo for his never ending unseriousness, these parts shined through geto himself as well. he wasn't a stranger to pranks, sometimes hiding fake bugs on your desk or even that one time where he replaced your favorite pair of shoes with an exact copy that was just one size smaller.

however, on days that hit a little harder, you'd head over to his dorm and sprawl out on his bed as he sat on the floor next to you. on these nights, geto would open up about his fears that gojo was pulling away from him, and you'd talk about the way you felt like the better you performed the better you were expected to do. neither of you really knew what to say to fix things, as you were just two almost-adults thrown into dangerous situations nearly everyday. what else could either of you do except listen? you'd remain on the bed and he'd stay seated on the floor, gazing up at you as you spoke about whatever was worrying you.

it was hard to keep your eyes off of him, as his silky black hair seemed to perfectly flow down the smoothness of his face and neck. sometimes, the two of you would make brief eye contact and then quickly look away, geto awkwardly chuckling to himself as you felt heat crawl up your neck, quickly changing the subject to something stupid, pointing out how the cracks on geto's ceiling resembled a cat if you squinted.

these nights would end once you let out a particularly loud yawn, rolling off his bed and finding your footing as you'd offer a hand to help him up. once at his door, you'd smile at each other, geto oftentimes laughing at the way your clothes would get all wrinkled after lying down on his comforter. you'd exchange goodbyes and leave his room, and that was pretty much it.

therefore, you two were not quite friends but also not quite lovers. stuck somewhere at an awkward in-between.

it was impossible for shoko to miss the way geto would automatically guide you through a busy crowd, steering you with one hand oh so close to your waist. she never missed how you would always grab a few extra napkins for him before heading to the lunch table, just in case he had forgotten to take some with his tray.

gojo, despite his silly exterior, was nonetheless extremely observant, often sharing knowing looks with shoko as the four of you walked from class to class. his jokes slowly started to incorporate you and geto, laughing loudly at you two arguing over which water was yours and which was his, leading to him declaring that you "sounded like an old married couple." you and geto simply stared at him in silence, eyes widening as a smile twitched at the edge of geto's mouth.

neither of you made a move for something more. it might've been fear of unreciprocated feelings, the idea that being a curse user was already a risky job, or just unwillingness to confront each other. whatever it was, this "in-between" became something of a home for the two of you, where you resided not-so comfortably but still content.

"suguru, i think there's one hiding behind that column," you murmur into his ear, not wanting to alert it.

"i think so, too. i see a trail of cursed energy heading that way. you want to come with me or check out the rest of this mall?" he responds, not taking his eyes off of the corner of the first floor, which was harboring an excess amount of cursed energy. you don't miss the way he subtly shifts to stand in front of you, putting another layer of protection between you and the curse (not that you need it, anyway, but the action still makes something flutter in your stomach).

"what, don't think you can fight it alone?" you smirk. "need my help?"

geto squints at you briefly. "i'll meet you on the second floor. be careful," he responds, lightly calling attention to his last statement as he softly adds your name at the end, making sure you hear him.

it's not that he thinks you aren't capable. quite the opposite, actually. every day you only amaze him more and more with your abilities. he's certainly no stranger to ending up on the ground underneath you after sparring sessions, quickly claiming your victory. however, he knows that things can always go wrong, which is why he usually feels more comfortable staying with you during missions like these. nevertheless, you both want to get out of there as fast as possible, with the promise of lunch waiting. and not that either of you would admit it, but something is seriously weird about this mall. curse users were in no way unfamiliar with abandoned locations, but it was hard to say that they'd ever get truly comfortable with it.

"yeah, you too," you whisper-command back before heading to the second floor.

walking up a broken escalator, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander just a little. at the way geto seemed to keep you in his sight at all times. at the way you guys worked so well together. but what about outside of the battlefield? outside of curses? geto, the ever so amazing friend, what would he be like in a romantic relationship?

you imagine what it would be like to wake up next to him. his arm thrown lightly over your waist, pulling you closer into him. his breath softly falling on your neck as he unconsciously pushes his head further into your shoulder and tightens his grip on you. you'd turn around, looking at his sleeping figure, mesmerized by how someone could be so utterly beautiful even while resting. you'd play with his hair, woven into a loose braid (which you've commanded him to do, noting that protective hairstyles were necessary to keep hair healthy. and by god, did you need his gorgeous hair to stay healthy).

you're thrown out of your daydreaming, zoning in on a specific section of the second floor where you hear quiet clanging coming from. heading closer, you prepare for combat, completely unaware of the curse approaching you from behind.

just as you're about to blast the boxes where the noise came from, you're grabbed and thrown against the wall as the curse attacks.

"fuck," you groan, mentally noting to pick up a few ice packs on the way back to campus.

scrambling to your feet, you begin landing punch after punch on the curse, who you've mentally assessed to be much higher than the grade 2 curses you and geto were originally sent to defeat.

the lights overhead buzz like dying flies — a cold, flickering strobe across cracked tile and broken storefronts. the abandoned mall breathes like a tomb, empty and echoing. you now notice more than ever that everything here is faded: the rusted escalators, the torn banners, the blood — no, your blood — smeared across the shattered floor.

the curse itself is massive. eight grotesque eyes that glow like those of wolves in a quiet forest, waiting to kill. it lunges to meet you, faster than it should be. claws rip through the air. you duck, barely. you roll over a patch of broken glass, cursing out loud as you feel the shards tear into your skin, drawing blood.

you twist, charge up, and launch a heavy strike at its body, slamming it into its side. the curse shrieks in pain, but still isn't dead.

"you can do this," you murmur, hyping yourself up in the face of this utterly terrifying monster.

the next few minutes are almost too fast to describe. you get thrown into stacks of shopping carts. you rip off the curse's arm. you choke on blood, no doubt yours. the curse contorts in pain. it grabs you by the neck. your vision blurs. yet, you push on.

you land one final blow, and you swear all you see is white. hot, blinding white. then nothing.

when the dust settles, the curse is gone.

"well, would you look at that," you smirk, proud of yourself.

then you stumble. and you stumble once more.

you collapse to the floor, falling to your knees in pain. you hunch over, using your palms to keep you up from crumpling completely. you allow yourself to sit flat on your butt, grimacing at the pain shooting up your body. you lean back against a toppled vending machine, using it as support.

"holy shit," you hear near the broken escalator. weakly, you turn your head at the source of the voice.

you see geto, just as handsome as earlier. his eyes sweep the area, noticing the collapsed pillar, the smoldering remains of a curse, the dust still settling.

then his eyes find you.

he doesn't waste a single moment before sprinting over, kneeling in front of you and grabbing you by the shoulders.

"what the fuck?" geto chants your name over and over, eyes scanning over your body. despite the situation, you can't help but feel yet another flutter in your stomach under his gaze.

"suguru," you mutter, unable to even pinpoint the source of your pain as it was coming from all directions.

"what the fuck happened? you were supposed to just scan the second floor. that's it," geto says sharply, unable to mask his concern.

he cups your face, firm enough to force you to look at him, but gentle enough so as to not hurt you.

"answer me," he pleads.

"was just looking. heard a sound in the corner. went to inspect, but it was a trap. got attacked from behind. killed it, if you couldn't tell. a 'great job' or 'wow, you're so amazing' would be nice," you muse, weakly smiling.

geto's mouth twists like he's trying to be mad, but you still see a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "you could've died."

"'m still here. what happened downstairs?"

"you could've," he scolds. he brushes glass shards from your forehead, fingers lingering near your temple. "it was a trap. nothing there. i was confused at first, kept inspecting 'till i realized the real problem was upstairs. came as fast as i could," he huffs out. you hum in response, too tired to say anything.

“i should’ve gotten up here faster,” he continues. he's moving his hands all over your body now, assessing the extent of your injuries.

“you were fighting, too.”

“i still should’ve—” he cuts himself off, then just exhales, tired and grateful and furious all at once. “i hate this.”

“hate what?”

“this.” he stares into your eyes. “when you scare me like that. when i don’t know if i'm gonna find you bleeding out or not breathing.”

“i'm still breathing,” you reply.

"doesn't matter."

"okay, ouch?"

geto's gaze drops down a little. you watch him, unsure if he's looking at the blood trickling down the side of your face or your lips. you hope it's the latter.

"...suguru?" you hesitate to ask, unsure if you even want to know the answer.

he doesn't respond at first. then, after a moment quietly asks, "can i kiss you now?" you don't miss the pleading look in his eyes.

"please," you beg softly.

silence fills the air once again. full of things unsaid. full of all the almosts you've carried over the years. you've both been in this situation before. not here, as in the mall, but here, as in moments like these, toeing the line of something more than friendship.

geto leans in—slow, cautious. merely a few inches away now, you close the gap, jumping over that in-between the two of you have become comfortable with. and then finally, the kiss—

it's soft, tentative — more breath than pressure at first. your lips brush once, hesitate, then press again with more weight. a little hungrier. a little more desperate. you slide up your hand to tangle in his hair, lightly brushing your nails against his scalp. he groans against your mouth.

years of restraint melt into those few seconds. the quiet longing. the stolen glances. the closeness disguised as casual friendship. all of it, folded into this one kiss.

you don't know how much time has passed when you pull away. a few seconds, minutes maybe. all you can think about is how soft geto's lips are. how they seem to mold perfectly with yours.

at first, geto looks at you with wonder in his eyes, silently questioning how someone as beautiful and smart as you could ever fall for someone as complicated as him.

then, geto leans his forehead against yours and sighs heavily. "scared the shit out of me, you know."

"what else am i here for?" you smile, leaning your head back against the vending machine again. you reach up with your right hand to cup his face. you swear geto pushes his cheek deeper into your hand.

[th3secr3th1story]

Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write geto and gojo (you write them soooo well!!) getting a call from reader and she’s is walking home alone and feeing unsafe/ got away from a scetchy situation? When reader calls they immediately come pick them and then ends with some fluff/comfort? Maybe college au? It’s really specific but it’s a but self indulgent right now after the week I had (not a good one haha)! Anyways it’s ok if you don’t write it but I’m a sucker for fluffy comfort! Love your writing!!! You will def see more requests from me in the future <333

gojo - getting a call from scared/unsafe reader

it has been...SO long. i dont even know if youre still here, sorry :( but ive finally logged back onto this account and opened up my inbox to see some asks!! woohoo (hopefully staying active for longer now)! also, i hope youre ok, this req seems a lil personal :( stay safe out there guys

summary: you're on the way home from a party when you notice a man behind you following you home. instinctively, you call your boyfriend to come pick you up. college au, hurt/comfort, angst turned fluff, detailed descriptions of being followed so just beware

words: 1602

is he seriously still behind me? you worriedly think to yourself as you speed up your pace down the street. it was the end of a rough finals week, with exams ferociously following each other back to back. your friends invited you out for a few drinks that friday night, marking the end of the stressful exam season. not being one for parties, you were a little cautious to go out, unsure if you'd even have fun.

"why don't you just stay home with me?" gojo pestered you earlier that evening, pulling on your arm pleadingly.

"we can order out, put on a nice movie, and stay in bed," he whined with those big pleading eyes. he peppered kisses all over your face, trying to reel you in with his comforting presence. you let out a pleased sigh, almost giving in until you remembered the reason you weren't staying home in the first place.

"excuse you, satoru, but you couldn't do any of that. you still have that damn final paper to finish. did you already forget how hard you had to beg your professor for an extension?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow at his pleading look.

"i can multitask," he replied with a wide shit-eating grin.

"biggest lie you've ever told me," you retort, giggling out loud as he continued to kiss all over your face.

"just stay home, please," he pressed one final time, knowing deep down it would be better for you to get out of the house. he'd have you to himself later, after all.

oh, how you wish you had caved in.

the sound of feet shuffling behind you snaps you back to the present, stomach jolting as you swear they begin to get closer. you can almost imagine satoru next to you right now. he'd be glaring daggers into the mysterious man behind you, protectively pulling you into his side as he shielded you from any potential harm. in fact, you doubt any creep would be willing to get within fifty feet of you with gojo by your side.

where could you even go? the shitty bar your friends dragged you to was far away from campus, prompting a 30 minute walk on the way there. it was fine getting to the bar, considering the daylight, but you were seriously regretting not pairing up with a friend on the way home. gojo even made you promise to get back to campus with a friend, knowing that the area around the bar was shady. god, he was going to be so mad at you when you got home. if i even get home, your brain thinks before you can stop yourself, sending another jolt straight to your stomach.

hands shaking, your fingers fumble for gojo's contact, which is already starred in the emergency section of your phone. you tap his name as quick as you can, subtly walking a little faster as you wait for him to pick up.

he answers before the first ring finishes; his cheerful voice almost makes you think everything is okay again.

"hi, baby! i am so glad you called, this is the most wonderful distraction from my paper. what's up? did you have fun tonight? you haven't fallen in love with anyone there, right? i'll kill them all. i swear to god, if this atrocious paper is the reason the love of my life breaks up with-"

your words silence him like a knife.

"satoru, please come get me," you murmur into the phone, keeping an eye on the man behind you, who was inching closer and closer since you had left the bar.

he calls out your name sharply, all excitement from earlier gone. you swear you can already hear him gather his belongings.

"are you hurt? are you alone right now? why didn't you walk with a friend? what happened?" his questions fire off rapidly, concern seeping through the phone.

"no, i'm not hurt. yes, i am alone. all my friends who went with me live on the other side of campus so it didn't make sense for me to walk with anyone. sorry. i decided to just walk home alone but ever since i left the bar there's been this guy following me," you blurt out as quiet as you can. after a moment, you add, "i'm scared, satoru."

the other end of the phone stays silent for a few moments, and for just an instant, you worry that he wasn't really coming to get you at all. that he decided you weren't worth it. that he was about to hang up. of course, all of those fears were dispelled the second you hear his car engine roar to life.

"i'm coming to get you. i have your location, so just focus on staying with me for now, okay? i'll be there soon, baby. just stay with me. you'll be okay," he huffs out, unsure of whether he was trying to comfort you or himself.

"i don't know what to do, satoru," you weakly mumble out. "there's no public spots near here, just brick buildings and random empty lots."

"just keep walking, baby. you're doing everything right; i'll be there soon, i promise," he reassures you despite his strained voice.

over the next few minutes, gojo continues to repeat these small phrases back to you, nearly reaching prayers. he doesn't spare you from any you're doing great, just stay with me, or everything will be fine, chanting these gentle commands right into your ear.

you are nearly certain now that the man behind you is closing the gap between the two of you, and your mind starts to race. what if you didn't make it home tonight? what if just a few hours ago was the last time you'd ever see your wonderful boyfriend's face?

just as you feel the unknown man step up right behind you, gojo comes driving down the street, slowing down just a little as he honks his horn over and over again as obnoxiously as he can. both you and the man behind you jump, head spinning to see where the noise is coming from. gojo continues beating down on the poor car horn, staring the man straight in the face with a look so murderous you had never seen before. the man stiffens up, turns around, mutters "fuck this," and books it back down the way you came.

despite the looming threat now gone, your body still trembles with fear as adrenaline courses through your veins. that was close, too close.

you don't notice gojo park his car. you don't notice his large strides as he rushes over to your shell-shocked figure. you almost forget he's even there until a tall body slams into you, gripping you with all his might.

air fills your lungs the moment gojo pulls you into his arms. you barely feel his hands running up and down over your body to make sure you weren't hurt. you simply grip onto his shirt and hold him as close to you as possible. as the scent of your lovely boyfriend fills your senses, you finally take your first deep breath after nearly an hour of pure fear.

"i got you, baby. everything's okay," he whispers into your hair, relief flowing through his body. to be honest, gojo didn't know what he was about to stumble upon when he arrived at the scene. on his way over, his mind was thinking up every scenario possible. the assailant on top of you, you on top of him, or even your body-

no. there's no need to think about that possibility, gojo reminds himself. especially when you're standing right in front of him, perfectly safe.

"i don't know, satoru. i was so scared. he kept getting closer and closer, and i just kept wondering what would happen the moment he reached me. i was thinking of breaking into a sprint, but of course i'm in these stupid fucking heels and i obviously wouldn't have had time to take them off and run. and god, i just kept thinking about you. what if i-"

gojo only holds you tighter. you bury your head in his shoulder, muffling your soft cries as your tears stain through his shirt.

"you're okay, sweets. i'm here now, and you're perfectly safe. we'll head home now, yeah? we can order some food and watch a movie, just like i said earlier. how does that sound?"

unwilling to show your tearful face, you keep your head buried in his shoulder. instead, you mumble out, "did you finish your paper?"

you can feel gojo smile, despite the fact that his shaky hands are still wandering all over your body.

"obviously not! i can't possibly focus without you next to me. what do you say we get out of here and head home?"

you feel a laugh bubble up in your chest.

"yeah, sounds good."

before you can open the car door, gojo grabs your hand and once again pulls you into him. his joking facade chips away as you hear that same strain in his voice. he lets out a long sigh into your hair before speaking up.

"i'm so glad you're okay, baby. i was really worried there for a second," he whispers, voice cracking near the end.

"i was okay because of you, 'toru. thank you for picking up."

"always."

he presses a long kiss to your forehead and then pokes at your side, laughing at your surprised yelp.

"let's go home!" he calls out, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you towards his car.

you grin.

[th3secr3th1story]

getou reacting to you having a mental breakdown/crying

geto reacting to a breakdown

of course, thank you for the request! hope you're ok

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst ig, first time writing in present tense wheww yazan dont fuck it up..., soft!geto, reader is stresseddd about life, crying, established relationship, no prns used, if u see any typos IM SORRY. i proofread but it's late and im tired!

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some days are harder than others. ups and downs are normal (and expected), but knowing that doesn't make difficult times any easier to manage.

you're a strong student, there's no doubt in that. you consistently perform well in all your assessments, sparring sessions, and missions, but sometimes it feels like the better you perform the better you're expected to do.

that day, geto is able to tell something is off. you didn't participate as often as you usually do in class, your typically composed expression seemed strained, you ate your lunch slower than usual, and despite beating him in a fight, you seemed less focused.

"are you okay?" he asks as the two of you walk down the hallway, turning your face gently to look at him.

"yeah, just didn't sleep too well last night," you smile, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand before quickly heading off to the bathroom.

despite being in a relationship with geto for over a year now, vulnerability is still challenging. not to say you've never confided in him, since there's no one you trust more, but putting thoughts into words never comes easy.

-

you don't know how you make it through your last class. just the thought of all your homework, your upcoming mission, the fact that it's only october, if you're really going to be risking your life for a living--you can't wait for the school day to be over.

once the final bell rings, you gather your things and leave the class, not stopping to thank the teacher or say bye to your friends as you normally do.

"what's up with y/n today?" gojo questions.

that confirms geto's suspicions. something is wrong, and he's ready to help.

-

once you reach the dorm, you shut the door and flop down onto the bed with a sigh.

"is it always going to be like this?" you wonder, feeling the stress from the day pressing down on your chest, practically suffocating you.

before you know it, half an hour of staring at the ceiling has gone by before a knock shakes you out of your thoughts.

sliding the door open, you see geto standing there staring right at you with his hands in his pockets.

"hey," he says, breaking the silence.

"what're you doing here? is everything okay?" you question, beckoning him in.

"you've been acting off today. even satoru noticed, which is definitely saying something since he's always in his own bubble," he grumbles the last part, smiling a little.

"what's going on? i need you to talk to me," he continues.

sitting down on the bed, you sigh for what has got to be the thousandth time in the last 12 hours and try to figure out how to formulate your words.

"today was just hard, i guess? i don't really know," you mumble, not even sure of what to say.

"what do you mean?" he asks, encouraging you to open up, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your leg.

"i just feel like there's a lot of pressure to do well, from my parents and teachers," you respond, not sure if you were talking to him or yourself.

"like, the more missions i come back from successful, or the more projects i do well on, the better i feel like i have to perform. which of course isn't a bad thing--i mean it's probably a good thing, actually," you start, feeling the familiar stinging of your eyes.

"but it's still kind of tiring because i feel like i can't really catch a break. like, once i finish something, there's always something else waiting for me," you stop for a second to sniffle as the tears start to fall, quickly wiping them away.

geto scoots closer and wraps his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"and i get this is the life of a jujutsu sorcerer and i just have to suck it up and get used to it, but it's hard, you know? i don't know how to get my shit together."

your breaths are coming in quicker now, placing your elbows onto your knees so you can lean into the palms of your hands.

"i'm just tired, suguru. really tired," you choke.

"i feel like i'm going insane. i mean, what if i fuck up my next mission and then that's it?" you ask, letting silence wash over the both of you as you cry into your hands. you shake your head, feeling the embarrassment push through you.

at first, geto doesn't say anything, processing your words, before he pulls you back into his arms, hugging you tightly and letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

"i get what you mean, y/n. you're not crazy," he whispers into your hair, rubbing your back as you continue to cry hard.

"you keep talking like you're alone," he continues, "but you're not. satoru's here, shoko's here, baby-" he turns your head so that you can look at him, "-i'm here."

"expectations are challenging, and they can definitely feel suffocating. but you're more than a failed mission," he whispers softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"mistakes are inevitable, and yes, failure is always a possibility. it's unrealistic to expect yourself to complete every single mission perfectly, you know. i doubt anyone ever has."

"but what if i disappoint everyone? i don't want to be a failure," you whisper, shaking your head as you look away from geto.

"listen, it still doesn't mean you're weak or incapable. you're the strongest person i know, and your dedication to everything you do just proves that," he smiles, pulling you in so you can rest your head on his shoulder again.

"stronger than you and satoru?" you ask, finally smiling a little as the tears begin to subside.

"way stronger," he responds, kissing your forehead before pulling the two of you down to lay on your bed.

"wait, i have homework, suguru-"

"just for a bit, baby. i know how tired you are, it's okay," he whispered, pulling you in closer and beckoning you to finally close your weary eyes.

[th3secr3th1story]

can you do one of geto and gojo when they say i love you for the first time??

gojo and geto saying "i love you" for the first time

of course, thank you for the request, anon! and whewww sorry for being mia but im back (hopefully.)

warnings: none, just fluff! some angst in gojo's if you squint?

words: 1,060

gojo

he had to physically restrain himself from saying it after just a month of dating. it was a struggle.

he didn't want to rush you or make you feel like your relationship was on full blast, but he was so smitten! he knew he loved you practically right away.

he wanted to save it for the right moment, maybe after a romantic outing at your favorite restaurant, but it slipped out during one of your fights after you caught him neglecting his well-being yet again.

"my god, satoru, you're not listening to me, i swear," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

you weren't sure how long the two of you had been fighting, but you were so tired, just wanting to get your point across and go to bed. however, you couldn't see that happening anytime soon, as gojo wasn't even trying to acknowledge what you were saying.

"really? because i think my ears are working just fine. and it sounds like you want me to quit," he retorted, hands on his hips as he looked over at you.

you knew he was sensitive about the topic of overworking, but there was only so much you could ignore before stepping in.

"i'm not saying i want you to stop going on missions! we're both sorcerers, for fuck's sake. it's our job. i'm just asking you to be more careful. you're relying too much on your infinity and you're barely taking care of yourself," you breathed, trying to keep your tone even and measured.

you pressed on, more softly this time, "did you really think i wouldn't notice your eye bags or the fact that sometimes you don't come home until 2 in the morning covered in god knows what?"

"that's not true! why do you have no faith in me?" you didn't think it was possible for your fist to clench anymore without either breaking it or throwing it at gojo's face.

"why can't you see how terrified i am? it's only a matter of time before you don't come home, satoru."

gojo's words died in his throat, finally catching sight of the fear and dread in your eyes. his heart tightened a little.

"i love you too much to let anything like that happen to me, baby."

"i know, but- wait, what?"

he walked up to you, placing his hands on both sides of your waist, pulling you into him.

"you heard me. i love you so much, baby. you're everything to me. i understand what you're saying now."

you placed your hands on his chest, the entire fight forgotten with just those three words.

"i love you too, satoru."

gojo pulled you in tighter, afraid that if he let go you'd take those words right back.

"say it again. please?" he asked.

"i love you so much," you smiled, half-whispering.

gojo moved one of his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

"so...are you still mad at me?" he quipped, smiling softly.

"this is a nice moment. let's not ruin it."

geto

similar to gojo, he also wanted to find the right time to say it. but unlike the other, geto can actually wait for the perfect moment.

it took him a little longer to come to terms with his feelings for you due to his fear of vulnerability, but once he realized how deeply he loved you it was practically the only thing on his mind.

you and geto had slept in longer than usual that morning, seeing that it was a saturday.

"baby, wake up," he whispered, trailing soft kisses down your neck, pulling your back into his chest tighter. he had successfully convinced you to spend the night at his place (although, you hadn't resisted at all).

"nooo," you whined, melting into his embrace. "it's saturday, we can just stay here all day!"

"i was going to take you to that one cafe you love down the street, but i guess this works, too."

you huffed. "why do you hate me?"

after a nice breakfast spent over pastries and coffee, geto walked with you down the street to your favorite bookstore, letting you pick out a few novels to bring home. he paid, of course.

now, the two of you were seated together on the couch, your legs straddling his waist as you played with his soft hair. his hands held onto your hips, somehow pulling you in closer with each passing minute.

you noticed how his breath kept catching in his throat. "are you okay, suguru? something you want to talk about?"

finally, with a mix of courage and fear, geto took a deep breath and whispered in a soft tone, "you are the most important person to me."

"above satoru? i'm honored," you chuckled, hoping to distill some of his fear.

he merely smiled, continuing on with his speech.

"i've always been scared of opening up. i mean, of course, i have satoru and shoko, but vulnerability was never something that came easy to me," he spoke, a light blush dusting his cheeks at those last words.

you listened attentively, taking in everything he was saying, noticing how he was struggling to get his thoughts out. you gently stroked his neck, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking.

"but with you, it's different. i've always been drawn to your presence. this feeling i have, it's confusing and so complex, but absolutely undeniable."

he paused momentarily, perhaps bracing the both of you for his next words.

"i love you, y/n. you don't have to feel the same way, and you also don't have to respond right now, but i needed to tell you."

you cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

"i love you too, baby. more than you'll ever know," you whispered, the impact of his confession clear in your expression.

he (somehow) pulled you even further into his embrace, a hand coming up to the back of your head to rest it on his shoulder as he buried his own in your neck.

"move in with me?"

"huh??" you gaped, pulling yourself away from his neck to look into his eyes, seeing only sincerity and adoration.

"baby, you basically already live here. this would just make it official. what do you think?"

"...of course."

[th3secr3th1story]

gojo when you come home from a mission injured

warnings: description of wounds, blood, more blood, just some badass y/n and gojo fluff. 1.9k words

gojo was convinced the higher ups hated him. well, he already knew they did, but this just made him all the more confident. there was no other explanation. he couldn't think of any other reason that they would assign you a mission on his first day off in months.

gojo had the best day prepared. he wanted to make up for all the lost time between the two of you, since you both were busy being the top sorcerers. you were better at making time for him, as gojo tended to get caught up in his work easily, which is why he wanted this day to be extra special. good thing he had it all planned.

he was ready to sleep in with you--and not just that...on a weekday, too!

he was going to wake up before you, cherishing a few more quiet moments with you in his arms, before silently slipping out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

he was going to make you the most delicious breakfast; he already had it prepared--

two eggs carefully whisked in a bowl, with just the right amount of spices and seasoning to create an amazing scrambled blend. sliced pieces of avocado with tomatoes on perfectly toasted bread. a steaming cup of tea, drizzled with honey and a small sprig of rosemary. just how you liked it.

carefully balancing the meal on a tray, he was going to walk over back to your room, placing the food on your nightstand while he climbed into bed to wake you up with soft kisses.

"g'morning, baby," he was going to whisper softly, chuckling at your groans.

"it's so early. five more minutes, please," your whines would've been interrupted as you smelled the breakfast, immediately sitting up. "is that food?"

hours later, the two of you were going to be tangled on the couch, his body sprawled on yours as your favorite show was streaming on the TV. of course, this was just his chance to appreciate you.

"satoru, you're not even trying to pay attention," you would've cried, "this is the best part!"

he would've merely hummed, the grip on your waist tightening as he continued to kiss your neck, relishing in your embrace.

"stop disturbing me, y/n!"

that night, after devouring delicious boxes of takeout, was going to end up back on the couch, but this time, your head would be in his lap, dozing off.

he was going to turn off the TV and lightly carry you back to your room, tucking you under the covers before sliding in next to you, pulling your back into his chest.

oh, what a lovely day it was supposed to be.

key word: supposed.

-

gojo was rudely awakened from his warm and peaceful slumber by your figure attempting to slide out of his arms--of course with much difficulty.

"hey, where're you goin'?" he mumbled sleepily, tightening his hold on you. "the sun's barely up."

"i know, i'm sorry, baby. i just got called in. there's a mission they want me to handle," you whispered, hoping that he'd fall back asleep.

instead, he shot up. "what? today? why?" he could already see the whole day he had planned waving goodbye as they galloped out the front door of his brain.

you merely sighed, "i'm sorry, satoru. i know it was your day off and i was looking forward to spending it with you, but i can't really get out of this."

"you could call in sick," he grumbled, pulling you back down underneath the covers into his warmth, kissing your shoulder blades softly. god, he was making this impossible. "please call in sick."

"baby, i wish. i don't want to go at all, but i still have a job to do, i'm sorry."

"you and your moral compass will be the death of me," he pouted, holding you impossibly closer.

chuckling, you turn around and kiss his forehead once, his neck twice, before sighing and lifting yourself out of his arms.

"i'll see you soon. i love you, satoru," you whispered, rubbing his side.

"i love you too. stay safe, traitor," he whined, glaring at you through sleepy eyes.

-

you were expecting to be back by 5 at the latest. it was barely dawn when you had left the house, and you prayed thought the mission would be completed soon enough to go home and be with your boyfriend on his rare day off.

unfortunately, you thought wrong.

all had been going well, and you thought the job was done, until a dark shape emerged from the shadows in the corner of your eye as you were getting ready to report back to the higher ups.

"oh, fuck me," you mumbled.

your sorcerer instincts immediately kicked in, conjuring an immense stream of cursed energy and launching it at the figure. it stumbled but continued approaching you.

its massive arms stretched out, flashing its razor sharp claws at you.

"i just want to go home," you sighed, your words directed at the curse in hopes that it'd magically drop dead for you. wishful thinking.

the fight was ferocious, possibly one of the toughest curses you'd ever dealt with. how is each strike getting faster? you thought, barely dodging its attacks.

out of nowhere, the curse let out an angry growl and charged right at you. you attempted to throw up a defensive shield, but it wasn't enough to completely block the attack.

"shit," you yelped. one of its claws managed to rake across your stomach, leaving a deep bloody gash.

you stumbled backwards, momentarily dazed by the situation, narrowly dodging its onslaughts.

with the shock having worn off, you focused your energy into hands, channeling a final, all-or-nothing attack. you released a massive burst of cursed energy, completely ravaging the monster's body by the sheer power of your strike. it was over.

you felt a particularly strong wave of exhaustion wash over you, your stomach beginning to sting with the adrenaline wearing off.

home, i need home, you thought. i need satoru.

-

a door click and your heavy sigh lets gojo know you've returned, happily skipping down the stairs, only to halt at the sight of you.

"babyyyyy, i missed you! what took you so long? it's already 9:30! how many curses were there? was it just you? are you hung-"

your body was battered and bloodied, scars from the battle still fresh and stinging. your clothes were torn, stained with dark crimson of the curse mixed with your own bright scarlet blood. your arms and face were covered in deep scratches. there was a long, ferocious gash seeping with blood across your stomach where your uniform had been torn.

however, despite your injuries and clear exhaustion, gojo looked into your eyes and the twinkle of triumph and satisfaction was so glaringly present he barely stopped himself from pouncing on you and kissing you until you passed out.

he settled with pulling you into a hug and pecking your forehead. you were already too close to fainting.

"hey," you whispered, "my body is killing me."

"let's get you fixed up, baby. you can't do anything without me, can you?"

"shut up," you attempted to push him away, but to your satisfaction (you'd never say that out loud), he just pulled you in closer, careful to avoid your stomach.

he brought you over to the bathroom, gently undressing you.

"well, this is romantic, isn't it?" he smirked, laughing at the glare you threw him.

the sight of your painful, bloody wounds covering your whole body made his heart sink a little and eyes fill with concern.

"how are you feeling?" he asked gently, the tone a stark contrast to his previous question.

"'m okay, just tired. i missed you," you smiled. "i doubt you wanted to spend your day off cleaning me up, 'm sorry."

"i'll always take care of you, y/n," he replied as he set the shower water to warm and lightly pushed you inside.

"what, a shower now? but i'm bleeding all over the place!" you argued, not feeling like standing up for a second longer.

"i know, baby, but i can't see where to patch you up if you have blood and dirt all over you. it'll be quick, i swear," he smiled with a short peck to your cheek.

he gently washed the dried blood and dirt off of your body, working carefully to avoid adding any additional discomfort. you found the water to be warm and soothing, the smell of the soap providing a temporary relief to mask the pulsing of your wounds.

once you had gotten out, put on some clothes, and had your minor cuts tended to, gojo turned his attention to the large gash on your stomach.

gojo carefully applied pressure to the cut, apologizing when you winced.

"god, what did you fight, y/n? this is insane."

"i don't even know, it had these massive claws and like, the weirdest eyes. it kind of reminds me of you, now that i think about it," you chuckled.

"wow, i'm standing here, fixin' you up, and you're just insulting me?" he whined, masking a smile.

after the bleeding had stopped, he carefully wiped the area and stitched up the deep gash, bandaging it with gentle care. he took his time, wanting to do a good job to ensure you would have a fast and safe recovery.

once he finished, his hands were stained with your blood, but he didn't seem to mind. he gave you a comforting smile, eyes filled with pure love. the same ones that made you fall for him.

but you should've known the scene was too peaceful. for a split second, you swore you saw a flicker of mischief in his eyes. that never ended well for you.

"should i lick my hands?" he questioned. oh dear.

"no! satoru, stop being such a freak. put your hand down--no!"

your eyes went wide in shock and disgust while gojo was sitting on the ground shaking from laughter.

"you--oh my god--you should've seen your face! my stomach hurts so much--well, i guess not as much as yours--okay, ow, okay, i'm sorry! stop kicking me!"

the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before falling into giggles.

"you are the weirdest man i ever met, you know that, satoru?"

"i know. i'm honored," he winked.

after washing his hands--multiple times under your command--he turned to you, leaning on the bathroom counter, staring at you with a serious look in his eyes.

"you had me worried there, baby. it was so late and you still hadn't come home, and then you walked through the door and you were literally dripping blood. and god, for a second, i thought the worst thing had happened and my brain literally froz-"

you interrupted his rambling by pulling him into a hug, dispelling all of his fears with just a kiss to his neck.

"i know, i'm sorry. i thought the job had been done with, but then this random curse appeared as i was about to leave and it got the better of me for a moment there. but i'm okay thanks to you, satoru," you smiled. he pulled you in tighter.

"there's no way you're going to work tomorrow. stupid morals or not, you're staying here."

"but satoru, i'll just be sore tomorrow, i can still go in-"

"i don't care. i will lock you in the room if i have to!"

-

you and gojo were in bed, your bodies warm under the covers and limbs tangled. gojo held you close to him, feeling secure with you in his arms.

"i love you s'much, y/n, you know that, right?" gojo asked, turning your head up so he could kiss you. oh, how he missed you.

"love you too, satoru. thank you for taking care of me," you slurred, the exhaustion finally catching up to you after the long day.

"always, baby."

[th3secr3th1story]

how gojo and geto act when they have a crush on you

gojo

always trying to be around you

you are literally never alone. whether it's on the train or in between classes, he's always there (i'm sorry).

"why are you always following me around, satoru? do you like me or something?" you tease as the two of you stroll through the hallway after the final bell for the day rang.

"it's my job to protect you, y/n!" he replied, deflecting your question. worst liar ever!

flirts a lot

you always catch him glancing at your lips multiple times during a conversation and lightly brushing his hand against yours when passing you something. he always has an arm around your shoulder when you're walking somewhere together.

annoying

i feel like gojo with a crush is cute but also insufferable? he's always kicking you under the table at restaurants or libraries (literally anytime he's sitting across from you) and he won't stop pinching your cheeks teasingly. but of course you get back at him all the time (because you're better than him).

geto

the best listener

whenever you two are walking together after school he asks you how your day went, quietly listening. he loves hearing your voice especially after a long day, it always soothes him.

"-so i told her again that she needs to leave him immediately because he obviously doesn't care if he hurts her. but honestly i don't know if she's going to listen because she likes him too much and--wait, are you still listening?"

"of course. i think you should try to convince her that he's using her one more time. you have the receipts to prove it, and if she still doesn't want to listen there's really nothing else you can do. don't push yourself too hard for this, if she doesn't want to accept the information then that's that; you have other things to worry about."

the biggest gentleman

he opens every door, pulls out every chair, and guides you through every crowd with a hand on your back. he only wants you to be comfortable and would quite literally do anything for you. he'd never admit it, but he always has a spare water and a few snacks on him in case you ever need anything.

extremely observant

he can tell if you had barely slept the night before and offers you his shoulder to sleep on while heading back to school after a mission. he somehow always notices the smallest scratches or bruises on you, immediately tending to them and demanding asking that you tell him what happened.

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geto when he finds you awake in the middle of the night

it was sometime during the dark hours when you found yourself awake, your throat begging for a tall glass of ice cold water.

the only problem was that you were being held captive by geto's entire body. he always claimed to be the big spoon ("darling, it's my job to protect you in your sleep," he'd say whenever you asked him to switch), but most mornings you'd find him sprawled on top of your body--you both knew he'd always succumb to your head scratches.

huffing, you rolled his body off of yours, barely managing to untangle your limbs. ensuring that geto was still asleep, you slid out of bed and quietly made your way to the kitchen.

you hadn't even finished putting ice into the cup when geto nearly took the life out of you.

"why are you up?" he grumbled, "it's the middle of the night."

barely suppressing a yelp, you whispered, "i'm just thirsty, suguru. go back to bed, i'll be there soon."

you turned back to the sink to fill your cup, still desperate for a cold drink. geto came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your shoulder with a deep sigh.

"alright, angel. but i'm staying here with you."

the two of you stood there like that for a few minutes as you savored the frigid water while geto tried his hardest not to fall asleep again, relishing in your warmth.

"okay, suguru, i'm done. we can go back," you say lightly, nudging his head.

he merely grumbled and picked you up, walking back to your shared room.

geto, being the gentleman that he is, placed you under the covers and kissed your forehead despite his drowsiness. he practically stumbled into bed, too tired to pretend he wanted to be big spoon at this point.

he flopped onto you, encircling his arms around your body.

"you are not getting out of this bed for the rest of the night."

"but suguru, what i have to pee?" you whined. "i just drank like, three glasses of water."

"don't care. hold it in," he mumbled, already falling back asleep.

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gojo when you come home from a mission injured

warnings: description of wounds, blood, more blood, just some badass y/n and gojo fluff. 1.9k words

gojo was convinced the higher ups hated him. well, he already knew they did, but this just made him all the more confident. there was no other explanation. he couldn't think of any other reason that they would assign you a mission on his first day off in months.

gojo had the best day prepared. he wanted to make up for all the lost time between the two of you, since you both were busy being the top sorcerers. you were better at making time for him, as gojo tended to get caught up in his work easily, which is why he wanted this day to be extra special. good thing he had it all planned.

he was ready to sleep in with you--and not just that...on a weekday, too!

he was going to wake up before you, cherishing a few more quiet moments with you in his arms, before silently slipping out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

he was going to make you the most delicious breakfast; he already had it prepared--

two eggs carefully whisked in a bowl, with just the right amount of spices and seasoning to create an amazing scrambled blend. sliced pieces of avocado with tomatoes on perfectly toasted bread. a steaming cup of tea, drizzled with honey and a small sprig of rosemary. just how you liked it.

carefully balancing the meal on a tray, he was going to walk over back to your room, placing the food on your nightstand while he climbed into bed to wake you up with soft kisses.

"g'morning, baby," he was going to whisper softly, chuckling at your groans.

"it's so early. five more minutes, please," your whines would've been interrupted as you smelled the breakfast, immediately sitting up. "is that food?"

hours later, the two of you were going to be tangled on the couch, his body sprawled on yours as your favorite show was streaming on the TV. of course, this was just his chance to appreciate you.

"satoru, you're not even trying to pay attention," you would've cried, "this is the best part!"

he would've merely hummed, the grip on your waist tightening as he continued to kiss your neck, relishing in your embrace.

"stop disturbing me, y/n!"

that night, after devouring delicious boxes of takeout, was going to end up back on the couch, but this time, your head would be in his lap, dozing off.

he was going to turn off the TV and lightly carry you back to your room, tucking you under the covers before sliding in next to you, pulling your back into his chest.

oh, what a lovely day it was supposed to be.

key word: supposed.

-

gojo was rudely awakened from his warm and peaceful slumber by your figure attempting to slide out of his arms--of course with much difficulty.

"hey, where're you goin'?" he mumbled sleepily, tightening his hold on you. "the sun's barely up."

"i know, i'm sorry, baby. i just got called in. there's a mission they want me to handle," you whispered, hoping that he'd fall back asleep.

instead, he shot up. "what? today? why?" he could already see the whole day he had planned waving goodbye as they galloped out the front door of his brain.

you merely sighed, "i'm sorry, satoru. i know it was your day off and i was looking forward to spending it with you, but i can't really get out of this."

"you could call in sick," he grumbled, pulling you back down underneath the covers into his warmth, kissing your shoulder blades softly. god, he was making this impossible. "please call in sick."

"baby, i wish. i don't want to go at all, but i still have a job to do, i'm sorry."

"you and your moral compass will be the death of me," he pouted, holding you impossibly closer.

chuckling, you turn around and kiss his forehead once, his neck twice, before sighing and lifting yourself out of his arms.

"i'll see you soon. i love you, satoru," you whispered, rubbing his side.

"i love you too. stay safe, traitor," he whined, glaring at you through sleepy eyes.

-

you were expecting to be back by 5 at the latest. it was barely dawn when you had left the house, and you prayed thought the mission would be completed soon enough to go home and be with your boyfriend on his rare day off.

unfortunately, you thought wrong.

all had been going well, and you thought the job was done, until a dark shape emerged from the shadows in the corner of your eye as you were getting ready to report back to the higher ups.

"oh, fuck me," you mumbled.

your sorcerer instincts immediately kicked in, conjuring an immense stream of cursed energy and launching it at the figure. it stumbled but continued approaching you.

its massive arms stretched out, flashing its razor sharp claws at you.

"i just want to go home," you sighed, your words directed at the curse in hopes that it'd magically drop dead for you. wishful thinking.

the fight was ferocious, possibly one of the toughest curses you'd ever dealt with. how is each strike getting faster? you thought, barely dodging its attacks.

out of nowhere, the curse let out an angry growl and charged right at you. you attempted to throw up a defensive shield, but it wasn't enough to completely block the attack.

"shit," you yelped. one of its claws managed to rake across your stomach, leaving a deep bloody gash.

you stumbled backwards, momentarily dazed by the situation, narrowly dodging its onslaughts.

with the shock having worn off, you focused your energy into hands, channeling a final, all-or-nothing attack. you released a massive burst of cursed energy, completely ravaging the monster's body by the sheer power of your strike. it was over.

you felt a particularly strong wave of exhaustion wash over you, your stomach beginning to sting with the adrenaline wearing off.

home, i need home, you thought. i need satoru.

-

a door click and your heavy sigh lets gojo know you've returned, happily skipping down the stairs, only to halt at the sight of you.

"babyyyyy, i missed you! what took you so long? it's already 9:30! how many curses were there? was it just you? are you hung-"

your body was battered and bloodied, scars from the battle still fresh and stinging. your clothes were torn, stained with dark crimson of the curse mixed with your own bright scarlet blood. your arms and face were covered in deep scratches. there was a long, ferocious gash seeping with blood across your stomach where your uniform had been torn.

however, despite your injuries and clear exhaustion, gojo looked into your eyes and the twinkle of triumph and satisfaction was so glaringly present he barely stopped himself from pouncing on you and kissing you until you passed out.

he settled with pulling you into a hug and pecking your forehead. you were already too close to fainting.

"hey," you whispered, "my body is killing me."

"let's get you fixed up, baby. you can't do anything without me, can you?"

"shut up," you attempted to push him away, but to your satisfaction (you'd never say that out loud), he just pulled you in closer, careful to avoid your stomach.

he brought you over to the bathroom, gently undressing you.

"well, this is romantic, isn't it?" he smirked, laughing at the glare you threw him.

the sight of your painful, bloody wounds covering your whole body made his heart sink a little and eyes fill with concern.

"how are you feeling?" he asked gently, the tone a stark contrast to his previous question.

"'m okay, just tired. i missed you," you smiled. "i doubt you wanted to spend your day off cleaning me up, 'm sorry."

"i'll always take care of you, y/n," he replied as he set the shower water to warm and lightly pushed you inside.

"what, a shower now? but i'm bleeding all over the place!" you argued, not feeling like standing up for a second longer.

"i know, baby, but i can't see where to patch you up if you have blood and dirt all over you. it'll be quick, i swear," he smiled with a short peck to your cheek.

he gently washed the dried blood and dirt off of your body, working carefully to avoid adding any additional discomfort. you found the water to be warm and soothing, the smell of the soap providing a temporary relief to mask the pulsing of your wounds.

once you had gotten out, put on some clothes, and had your minor cuts tended to, gojo turned his attention to the large gash on your stomach.

gojo carefully applied pressure to the cut, apologizing when you winced.

"god, what did you fight, y/n? this is insane."

"i don't even know, it had these massive claws and like, the weirdest eyes. it kind of reminds me of you, now that i think about it," you chuckled.

"wow, i'm standing here, fixin' you up, and you're just insulting me?" he whined, masking a smile.

after the bleeding had stopped, he carefully wiped the area and stitched up the deep gash, bandaging it with gentle care. he took his time, wanting to do a good job to ensure you would have a fast and safe recovery.

once he finished, his hands were stained with your blood, but he didn't seem to mind. he gave you a comforting smile, eyes filled with pure love. the same ones that made you fall for him.

but you should've known the scene was too peaceful. for a split second, you swore you saw a flicker of mischief in his eyes. that never ended well for you.

"should i lick my hands?" he questioned. oh dear.

"no! satoru, stop being such a freak. put your hand down--no!"

your eyes went wide in shock and disgust while gojo was sitting on the ground shaking from laughter.

"you--oh my god--you should've seen your face! my stomach hurts so much--well, i guess not as much as yours--okay, ow, okay, i'm sorry! stop kicking me!"

the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before falling into giggles.

"you are the weirdest man i ever met, you know that, satoru?"

"i know. i'm honored," he winked.

after washing his hands--multiple times under your command--he turned to you, leaning on the bathroom counter, staring at you with a serious look in his eyes.

"you had me worried there, baby. it was so late and you still hadn't come home, and then you walked through the door and you were literally dripping blood. and god, for a second, i thought the worst thing had happened and my brain literally froz-"

you interrupted his rambling by pulling him into a hug, dispelling all of his fears with just a kiss to his neck.

"i know, i'm sorry. i thought the job had been done with, but then this random curse appeared as i was about to leave and it got the better of me for a moment there. but i'm okay thanks to you, satoru," you smiled. he pulled you in tighter.

"there's no way you're going to work tomorrow. stupid morals or not, you're staying here."

"but satoru, i'll just be sore tomorrow, i can still go in-"

"i don't care. i will lock you in the room if i have to!"

-

you and gojo were in bed, your bodies warm under the covers and limbs tangled. gojo held you close to him, feeling secure with you in his arms.

"i love you s'much, y/n, you know that, right?" gojo asked, turning your head up so he could kiss you. oh, how he missed you.

"love you too, satoru. thank you for taking care of me," you slurred, the exhaustion finally catching up to you after the long day.

"always, baby."

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how gojo and geto act when they have a crush on you

gojo

always trying to be around you

you are literally never alone. whether it's on the train or in between classes, he's always there (i'm sorry).

"why are you always following me around, satoru? do you like me or something?" you tease as the two of you stroll through the hallway after the final bell for the day rang.

"it's my job to protect you, y/n!" he replied, deflecting your question. worst liar ever!

flirts a lot

you always catch him glancing at your lips multiple times during a conversation and lightly brushing his hand against yours when passing you something. he always has an arm around your shoulder when you're walking somewhere together.

annoying

i feel like gojo with a crush is cute but also insufferable? he's always kicking you under the table at restaurants or libraries (literally anytime he's sitting across from you) and he won't stop pinching your cheeks teasingly. but of course you get back at him all the time (because you're better than him).

geto

the best listener

whenever you two are walking together after school he asks you how your day went, quietly listening. he loves hearing your voice especially after a long day, it always soothes him.

"-so i told her again that she needs to leave him immediately because he obviously doesn't care if he hurts her. but honestly i don't know if she's going to listen because she likes him too much and--wait, are you still listening?"

"of course. i think you should try to convince her that he's using her one more time. you have the receipts to prove it, and if she still doesn't want to listen there's really nothing else you can do. don't push yourself too hard for this, if she doesn't want to accept the information then that's that; you have other things to worry about."

the biggest gentleman

he opens every door, pulls out every chair, and guides you through every crowd with a hand on your back. he only wants you to be comfortable and would quite literally do anything for you. he'd never admit it, but he always has a spare water and a few snacks on him in case you ever need anything.

extremely observant

he can tell if you had barely slept the night before and offers you his shoulder to sleep on while heading back to school after a mission. he somehow always notices the smallest scratches or bruises on you, immediately tending to them and demanding asking that you tell him what happened.

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geto when he finds you awake in the middle of the night

it was sometime during the dark hours when you found yourself awake, your throat begging for a tall glass of ice cold water.

the only problem was that you were being held captive by geto's entire body. he always claimed to be the big spoon ("darling, it's my job to protect you in your sleep," he'd say whenever you asked him to switch), but most mornings you'd find him sprawled on top of your body--you both knew he'd always succumb to your head scratches.

huffing, you rolled his body off of yours, barely managing to untangle your limbs. ensuring that geto was still asleep, you slid out of bed and quietly made your way to the kitchen.

you hadn't even finished putting ice into the cup when geto nearly took the life out of you.

"why are you up?" he grumbled, "it's the middle of the night."

barely suppressing a yelp, you whispered, "i'm just thirsty, suguru. go back to bed, i'll be there soon."

you turned back to the sink to fill your cup, still desperate for a cold drink. geto came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your shoulder with a deep sigh.

"alright, angel. but i'm staying here with you."

the two of you stood there like that for a few minutes as you savored the frigid water while geto tried his hardest not to fall asleep again, relishing in your warmth.

"okay, suguru, i'm done. we can go back," you say lightly, nudging his head.

he merely grumbled and picked you up, walking back to your shared room.

geto, being the gentleman that he is, placed you under the covers and kissed your forehead despite his drowsiness. he practically stumbled into bed, too tired to pretend he wanted to be big spoon at this point.

he flopped onto you, encircling his arms around your body.

"you are not getting out of this bed for the rest of the night."

"but suguru, what i have to pee?" you whined. "i just drank like, three glasses of water."

"don't care. hold it in," he mumbled, already falling back asleep.

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gojo and geto when you don't say "i love you" back

biggest losers ever

gojo

"baby, i'll see you soon, ok? don't miss me too much," gojo whined, attached to your hip as you rubbed his back.

he was assigned a mission somewhere in rural japan and likely wouldn't be back for a couple days, which was especially hard for the both of you seeing that you were never separated for more than 12 hours. (you and gojo were typically assigned to missions together, but this one wasn't a special-grade curse so it was only given to him. what a loser.)

"i should go," he sighed into your shoulder. "don't cheat, call me every day, don't start any new shows, don't go out, don't let anyone talk to you, buy tons of sweets for me, annoy megumi, punch nanami for me, don't for-"

"'toru! it's just a few days, i'll see you soon. just be careful, ok?" you giggled.

he (begrudgingly) removed himself from you, turning towards the door with a massive pout.

"alright, baby, i love you," he grouched.

"stay safe, 'toru! bring me back souvenirs," you smiled, waving at him.

except he didn't leave. he stood there, grinning at you expectantly, one hand on his mini suitcase and another on the doorknob.

when you simply kept waving at him, confused, his smile dropped.

"okay, fine. i guess i won't come home then," he said with a pout, glaring at you.

"huh?! what are you talking about?"

"well, since you clearly just want me to kill myself because you don't love me anymore, i guess i'll find someone else to marry," he sniffed.

"stop playing around, 'toru. you know i love you."

and just like that, gojo satoru was grinning like an idiot.

"okay, sweets, see you soon!"

and just like that, gojo satoru was out the door.

geto

the two of you were currently coddled up in your bed, you on top of geto as he massaged your scalp.

you weren't sure how long you both had been laying there, but neither of you wanted to move.

geto listened to you talk about your day, mainly filled with complaints about gojo and his weird behaviors.

you were currently telling him how itadori pranked fushiguro earlier that day in your class, barely able to suppress your giggles.

"-and then he put a fake spider on his shoulder. i swear, when fushiguro saw it i thought he was going to cry. it's so hard being a teacher sometimes, i forget that i can't laugh at the students."

geto chuckled lightly at the story as he listened to how happy you sounded retelling jujutsu high's antics.

once you finished, the two of you laid there in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

"you know i love you, right? you're the most important person in my life, y/n," he said softly.

you simply sighed and kissed his neck, happy to be in geto's embrace. but after a few seconds the head massaging stopped.

you whined and looked up to see why he paused. you were met with his dead stare.

"why'd you stop?" you asked, confused.

"'cause you don't appreciate me," he teased.

"no! you're my favorite man ever. i love you so much, suguru," you wailed, pressing his hand back on your head.

"man?"

"fine. you're my favorite person ever."

"person?"

"you're my favorite...organism ever?"

"that'll do, i guess," he mumbled, smiling.

geto resumed his ministrations and slowly lulled you to sleep with his light humming of a song gojo couldn't stop singing earlier that day.

(it only sounds good when it comes from him. no offense, gojo.)

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how gojo tries to get your attention after a fight

gojo messed up majorly. last night, he came home tired and stressed after a mission with a special grade curse. yes, it was successful (obviously. it's gojo.), but it still drained him.

he was so out of it and wasn't feeling like himself, but you, as a wonderful partner, tried to take care of him. gojo got frustrated, and sure, he felt guilty for it, but he was done.

and he took it all out on you. you would've gladly left him alone if he'd just asked you, but gojo was never one for good communication.

you eventually got the hint and realized it was best for him to be alone, but the words from last night still stung and the hurtful glares unforgotten. you decided you would just ignore him until he apologized. until he realized that you can't put up with this anymore.

so, the problem was now with gojo. he woke up that morning to an empty bed, curious, because you usually beg him to stay in longer.

and then, of course, it hit him. he can't remember what he was so upset about. yes, he was tired, but you were just there to help him after a long day. and he ruined it all.

sliding out of bed, he sidles up to you in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, trying to assess how much damage control was needed.

"last night was crazy, huh?"

"..."

"i absolutely destroyed that curse though, baby. nothing left."

"..."

okay...so maybe this was worse than he expected. but it would be okay because he would figure out a way to fix it all. he's gojo satoru; if he can kill special grade curses he can definitely get your forgiveness!

plan A--commence!

naturally, instead of apologizing like a normal person, gojo sneaks around the house tightening every jar he can find. your leave in conditioner, the pickles, jam...anything with a screw-on lid that he laid his eyes on.

all that was left was to wait for you to reach for one of the jars, realize it was screwed on too tight, and ask him for help.

an hour later, seated in the living room, he watches you enter the kitchen, looking for your favorite quick snack--pickles!!

he gets ready to see your angry but desperate face. should you forgive gojo and enjoy your snack, or save your pride but remain hungry? you'd debate with yourself for a bit, but eventually you'd begrudgingly walk over to him. "just open it," you'd say. he'd unscrew the jar, you'd smile at each other. he'd pull you into his ar-

oh. you opened it by yourself. the sound of a jar popping open snapped him out of his imagination, watching you pull out a few pickles and happily bite into them.

there may have been one small flaw with gojo's masterplan--he forgot that you're stronger than him.

no sweat! it's all good! he was already thinking up something new. it was time for plan B!

galloping over to your air conditioning, he cranks it all the way up (as much as your paychecks would allow, at least). he had seen this in one of those stupid romance movies he'd begged you to watch with him a couple months ago. it was only a matter of time before you ran over to him, shivering, begging for his warmth. he was sure of it.

20 or so minutes later, still nothing from you...odd! he walks around the house, curious to see what you're doing at a temperature like this. he finds you in one of his sweaters, curled up in your bed. his stomach sinks even more. he just wants to climb in with you, pull you into him, and smother you in his kisses.

"go away, satoru," you mumble. he sighs, sulking away back to the living room. at least you're talking to him?

he doesn't know how much time has passed but later when he gets off the couch his head hurts and he just wants to be near you. he'll do anything at this point. this is how he reaches plan C: apologize. what a novel idea!

he walks back into the room, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"hey."

"..." great.

"y/n, i know i messed up. i shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you and i should've just asked for space. i know you were just trying to help. i'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me, i miss you and i can't stand you ignoring me."

for the first time in what has got to be a thousand hours to gojo, you finally turn your head and look him in the eyes. you swear you can see sparkles in them. oh, the things he does to you.

"i just want you to tell me what you need, 'toru. i'm not a mind reader, i can't just know what you want from me. i need you to know that i would do anything for you and i hate when you put up these walls."

"i know, baby. i'm so sorry."

you sigh, smiling at him a little. of course you forgive him. you always would, no matter what.

"i forgive you. wanna get in here with me?" you ask, lifting up the covers a little. why was it chilly?

"absolutely."

plan C: success!

who knew that apologizing could actually fix things? certainly not gojo!

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how gojo tries to get your attention after a fight

gojo messed up majorly. last night, he came home tired and stressed after a mission with a special grade curse. yes, it was successful (obviously. it's gojo.), but it still drained him.

he was so out of it and wasn't feeling like himself, but you, as a wonderful partner, tried to take care of him. gojo got frustrated, and sure, he felt guilty for it, but he was done.

and he took it all out on you. you would've gladly left him alone if he'd just asked you, but gojo was never one for good communication.

you eventually got the hint and realized it was best for him to be alone, but the words from last night still stung and the hurtful glares unforgotten. you decided you would just ignore him until he apologized. until he realized that you can't put up with this anymore.

so, the problem was now with gojo. he woke up that morning to an empty bed, curious, because you usually beg him to stay in longer.

and then, of course, it hit him. he can't remember what he was so upset about. yes, he was tired, but you were just there to help him after a long day. and he ruined it all.

sliding out of bed, he sidles up to you in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, trying to assess how much damage control was needed.

"last night was crazy, huh?"

"..."

"i absolutely destroyed that curse though, baby. nothing left."

"..."

okay...so maybe this was worse than he expected. but it would be okay because he would figure out a way to fix it all. he's gojo satoru; if he can kill special grade curses he can definitely get your forgiveness!

plan A--commence!

naturally, instead of apologizing like a normal person, gojo sneaks around the house tightening every jar he can find. your leave in conditioner, the pickles, jam...anything with a screw-on lid that he laid his eyes on.

all that was left was to wait for you to reach for one of the jars, realize it was screwed on too tight, and ask him for help.

an hour later, seated in the living room, he watches you enter the kitchen, looking for your favorite quick snack--pickles!!

he gets ready to see your angry but desperate face. should you forgive gojo and enjoy your snack, or save your pride but remain hungry? you'd debate with yourself for a bit, but eventually you'd begrudgingly walk over to him. "just open it," you'd say. he'd unscrew the jar, you'd smile at each other. he'd pull you into his ar-

oh. you opened it by yourself. the sound of a jar popping open snapped him out of his imagination, watching you pull out a few pickles and happily bite into them.

there may have been one small flaw with gojo's masterplan--he forgot that you're stronger than him.

no sweat! it's all good! he was already thinking up something new. it was time for plan B!

galloping over to your air conditioning, he cranks it all the way up (as much as your paychecks would allow, at least). he had seen this in one of those stupid romance movies he'd begged you to watch with him a couple months ago. it was only a matter of time before you ran over to him, shivering, begging for his warmth. he was sure of it.

20 or so minutes later, still nothing from you...odd! he walks around the house, curious to see what you're doing at a temperature like this. he finds you in one of his sweaters, curled up in your bed. his stomach sinks even more. he just wants to climb in with you, pull you into him, and smother you in his kisses.

"go away, satoru," you mumble. he sighs, sulking away back to the living room. at least you're talking to him?

he doesn't know how much time has passed but later when he gets off the couch his head hurts and he just wants to be near you. he'll do anything at this point. this is how he reaches plan C: apologize. what a novel idea!

he walks back into the room, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"hey."

"..." great.

"y/n, i know i messed up. i shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you and i should've just asked for space. i know you were just trying to help. i'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me, i miss you and i can't stand you ignoring me."

for the first time in what has got to be a thousand hours to gojo, you finally turn your head and look him in the eyes. you swear you can see sparkles in them. oh, the things he does to you.

"i just want you to tell me what you need, 'toru. i'm not a mind reader, i can't just know what you want from me. i need you to know that i would do anything for you and i hate when you put up these walls."

"i know, baby. i'm so sorry."

you sigh, smiling at him a little. of course you forgive him. you always would, no matter what.

"i forgive you. wanna get in here with me?" you ask, lifting up the covers a little. why was it chilly?

"absolutely."

plan C: success!

who knew that apologizing could actually fix things? certainly not gojo!

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how gojo reacts to you wearing his sweater

you don't think you've ever seen him happier

tries to stay composed but he's literally bursting with happiness

you were laying in your bed after a long day, scrolling through social media, when gojo ran in and begged you to try on his clothes. literally down on his knees.

"please, just one sweater!"

"why?"

"please, just this once!"

"why?"

"please, just let me see!"

"..."

this is how you end up in the bathroom, shrugging off your own hoodie and sliding on his white sweater. the things you do for this man.

"are you done yet? are you done yet? are you done yet?" you hear gojo ask against the door.

"yes. calm down," you respond, barely holding back a laugh.

you turn the knob and step out of the bathroom, not really sure what to do with yourself. it's literally just a sweater, you can't help but think. sure, it's comfortable. really comfortable, actually.

gojo goes so silent you swear you can hear his heartbeat. but hold on. is that...a blush? on gojo satoru? the strongest?

"oh," he says. how cute!

1, 2, 3, seconds of silence. then the biggest smile you think you've ever seen grows on his face. he lights up. literally lights up.

"so is this up to your standa-"

he pounces on you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he hides his head in your shoulder. you're startled for a second before you react and hug him back.

"you should wear my stuff more. you look good," he whispers.

you will.