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“I am crime. I am punishment. Crime and punishment are close friends. Borders vanish. Rooms awaken. The incarnation of death, the master of the ability-consuming fog… Eat, howl, and make violence as your instinct desires. This is neither a loss of control nor a singularity.”
— ‘Bungou Stray Dogs Dead Apple' Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Gojo watched with worry as you had changed just about everything. Your username no longer had a semblance of his name. Your profile pictures were changed. Your general phone theme was switched, too.
And he rarely saw you pick up one of your JJK manga or turn on some random episode of the series like you used to (he still remembers how many times you watched season one while you waited for season two).
Then there was the fact that you stopped reading fanfics of him and slowed down your writing of him. (You still wrote little fics here and there of him, but you started to blatantly ignoring your bigger fics, which haven't been updated for months now.)
But now?
It was as if you were avoiding him.
Did you get a new favorite character?
Gojo crinkled his nose at that. Absolutely not! He refused to let you go so easily! He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but he had to act fast.
But the problem was... what was he even supposed to do?! He didn't want you to slip away. Not now, not ever.
Summary: As the days go on, the Gojo estate remains cold, as you and Satoru didn't really talk to each other. Would your arranged marriage ever be bearable? Well, Gojo wants to try.
Or: Satoru Gojo doesn't even know how attached he will grow to his wife yet.
Pairing: Gojo x reader, 2980 words
Part 1
Author's note:
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The jujutsu world was Gojo Satoru's world.
He knew, he was the strongest. He knew, he destroyed the balance of the jujutsu world just by being born. He knew, it was expected of him to keep this power in the hands of the Gojo clan.
He knew, he should marry and get an heir. An heir, who would be even stronger than him.
But he was selfish. Wanted to live his life, without a timer that says when he should have a kid.
He wanted to have control of his life. And if that was so selfish, well then he would gladly be it.
That's what he always thought. But right now, as he didn't see you for the third day in a row, he felt guilty.
Guilty, because he didn't really dislike you. Hell, he didn't even know you. He disliked that you two had to marry. Hated, that it wasn't his choice.
The last days were colder than usual. He felt your presence in this house and that you avoided him like the plague. Everytime he sat down at the table in the living room to eat, he would hear the words you threw at him.
He should be glad. You said, you wouldn't bother him and you kept your word. You didn't even come out of your room when he was around.
So why did he hate it?
He sat at the table in the living room with his breakfast. And he waited. Waited, even though he had to do missions. Waited, even though his brain was telling him to leave.
He waited.
'SO EXCUSE ME. IF I THINK MY HUSBAND DOESN'T WANT TO SEE ME AT ALL!'
His phone rang and a message from Suguru popped up.
"Where are you, Satoru?"
Satoru should stand up an leave. Should eat and leave. But his consciousness didn't want him to leave. His phone rang again. Should he leave or stay?
He waited.
'AND IF I DON'T WANT TO HAVE MYSELF SUFFER THROUGH IT!'
His empty plate looked at him. His own reflection raising an eyebrow at his behavior.
He stood up. Slowly he moved to your door. Looked at the closed door and wondererd if he should knock. Just ask you to eat with him.
'I DON'T WANT-'
He turned around and went to his missions, like he was supposed to. Like his senses told him.
~
Your room was so cold. Even when you hid under your supposedly warm covers, you started to shiver at the thought that you will always sleep here.
You were scared.
Gojo was longer and longer in the living room, every morning he made himself ready to leave. And today morning he was in front of your room.
You were so scared of the conflict with him.
Not that you felt guilty, you didn't feel sorry for what you said or anything like that. But the overwhelming fear that he would tell his clan members about the issues in your marriage would mean your doom.
Today was a meeting with your mother and the higher ups.
Your mother made clear that the meetings will be on a regularly basis in the letter. And she hoped that 'you could deliver good news'.
She meant deliver a kid.
No, your blanket didn't keep you warm. And it didn't protect you from all evil like your child self foolishly thought.
~
"You are late." As Satoru's best friend looked at him, he almost looked concerned.
"Sorry, slept in a bit." Satoru didn't look him in the eyes. "Where is the mission?"
Suguru inspected him a bit and then waved his hand. "Don't bother, I will do it today. You can rest today."
Satoru laughed a bit, but was confused when Suguru didn't laugh with him. "Wait, you mean that?"
"Yeah, Satoru." Suguru sighed. "You look like you need a break. And maybe," Suguru's voice grew a bit softer.
"You could talk to her about it, instead of working yourself dead."
Satoru scoffed as he looked to the side. "She doesn't want to see me. Like ever."
The following silence spoke loudly. And Satoru knew that it was his own fault.
But what was he supposed to do now? What did you want from him? How should he know, when you two didn't talk? How?
"Just go home Satoru."
~
"Don't raise your head to high. Just because you are married to Gojo, doesn't mean you will get the same treatment." Your mother pressed her lips together disapprovingly.
"Yes, mother."
She nodded and sighed as you waited for the other Clan members and higher ups to show up.
Your hands were shaking so you kept them hidden in your lap trying to gain the control other them again. But your anxiety grew by every second.
You weren't made for this pressure, this life. You weren't made for being the wife of the strongest.
You felt weak.
"They are here." A servant announced and your heart felt like it exploded.
"Good. Let them in." Your mother spoke calm and collected, like the power of the jujutsu society wasn't in her house. How did she become so untouchable?
As the door opened, you could feel the atmosphere becoming more sharp.
The higher ups were old. But that just made them more menacing for you. Those people were always just some force that would control your purpose, to you.
Now that force stood before you.
You looked down at your hands and you could feel their stares. Your hands were sweating madly as you began holding your breath.
You felt so small.
Gojo would keep his head up. He wouldn't fall into himself, he wouldn't care about their stares. Why couldn't you be like that?
Because you weren't born like him.
"Mrs. Gojo." The voice of an eldery woman. "How did you sleep tonight?"
What did they want from you? Why were you his wife, for God's sake? Why did you have to be a girl? Why, why, why?
"I slept well, thank you." You tried everything to keep your voice steady in front of them. Just try to not look so weak, okay?
"So can we asume an heir is on the way?"
"What?" Too surprised, you raised your head forgetting your mother's words.
And that made the stares just worse. The eyes were piercing you.
"You didn't sleep with him?" An old man looked disapprovingly at you. A man you didn't know.
He looked at your mother. "I thought we made it clear, that the heir was top priority!"
Your mother's eyes were boring into your head. "You did, and she knows that. I hope she knows her duties as his wife."
She didn't even talk to you. "I know." you looked down again. "We just didn't have the time to get to know each other-"
"What does that matter?" The eldery woman from the beginning sounded annoyed. "Knowing each other wasn't really your duty."
Your vision started to get blurry. Why?
"Well you at least talked about the honeymoon, right? Then you have time for your duties." You didn't know if your mother was trying to help you, or was trying to help the higher ups.
"No, we didn't really-"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, FOR WHAT DID YOU THEN HAVE TIME?" The man was yelling now. "WE GAVE YOU FOUR DAYS! WHAT WERE YOU DOING?"
It was difficult to breathe. Your mouth was hard to open and dry. Your neck was feeling sore, because of the looking down. Your eyes were...
Why did you even show up to the meeting?
Gojo wouldn't have bowed to their will. He would stand up. But you can't.
You just can look down.
"This will be more work than we hoped." You didn't try to differentiate their voices anymore.
"You have a lot to learn about how things work here." You felt like being pushed down onto the ground.
"Mrs. Gojo."
~
Satoru was feeling sick. You were nowhere to be found and he knew nothing about anything. The Servants couldn't tell him anything either.
First he thought you just needed a bit time for yourself and went for a walk or something.
That's what he thought ten hours ago.
Before he spend the whole day with megumi and tsumiki. Before he came home at 8 pm and you were still not home.
Was this it? Did you hate him this much, you would just leave?
Maybe he really fucked up that bad.
And as he was pacing up and down in the living room, dinner still untouched on the table, he felt terrible.
He didn't feel bad, when he skipped the meetings. No, he felt bad after he saw who he was hurting.
He was an asshole.
Why did you have to remind him of that? Suguru was doing that enough already. But when you did it, it stung much more and he didn't know why.
"Mr. Gojo?"
He flinched as he heard the voice of the little girl. Another reminder of you. The servant girl who was named Hina. Which he didn't know.
"Yes?"
"The food is cold. Should we make it hot again?"
Oh. The food.
As he looked at the planned dinner he felt sorry for making her work again. And you also had to eat today.
"Wait. My wife isn't home yet, we will wait for her."
The girl blinked two times before slowly nodding. "If you wish so." With that she took the food with her to the kitchen.
Satoru didn't know what to do. You were such a mystery to him, would you really go as far as just leaving and never coming back?
He didn't know. Satoru stood there in the living room clueless. Didn't know if his wife would just run away or not. Ironic, isn't it?
Where were you? What should he do?
'SO EXCUSE ME. IF I THINK MY HUSBAND DOESN'T WANT TO SEE ME AT ALL!'
He sat down. And he waited.
~
You were tired. So, so tired.
The meeting was long. Countless yelling and accusations at you. Tips for in bed and advice how to convince him to sleep with you.
You felt sick.
Sick, because they want to hear from you weekly, how your 'sex life' with Gojo is going. All these old people obsessed with making a new prodigy for their schemes.
"You are replaceable." They told you. "We can find a new wife to get an heir."
"So stop, resisting."
"Do it for your Clan."
These people weren't right in the head. They were truly sick.
And as all these faces left, normal breathing was allowed. Your heart was working overtime all these hours and you felt dizzy.
"Why are you still here? Go home and start fufilling your duties."
Your mother still sat next to you, angry and stone cold.
"I don't know him." your voice was shaking. "I can't-"
"I didn't know your father too." Her voice was sharp. "Still I had priorities. And those should be your Clan."
Her body seemed like a statue. Unshakable.
"Mother, I don't think he wants-"
"NONSENSE!"
Her sudden yelling made you flinch. She took a breath and then spoke in her unshakable voice again.
"He is a man. They always want. And one day he will just take."
She stood up. She didn't seem unshakable anymore. No, she was more unreachable, it wouldn't matter what you said.
"Your car is ready to leave." That were her last words before she left.
You were always left alone.
~
As you took the final steps to the Gojo estate, you felt tired like never before. Only now you realized that you haven't eaten since breakfast.
You hoped Hina didn't worry to much and they had something ready. You just wanted to eat and sleep.
'Maybe I won't sleep so badly tonight,' you thought as you rang the door bell. 'Since I can't even stand properly, from all the sitting. And I should get my own key, since'
The door in front of you swung open with force and blue eyes were locked in yours.
"Where-"
He stopped himself as he looked at you. There was something in his look that you couldn't put your finger on.
"Are you okay?"
His look was becoming unbearable for you, so you looked down.
"Yeah."
He just nodded and let you in. You hesitated before going in, not knowing what to do in his presence.
As you looked around, you noticed the empty dinner table. But what really caught your eye was that his plate was clean and not even touched.
"Hina," He remembered her name? You thought he would never... "We can eat now."
We?
"Or have you eaten already?"
You didn't dare look at him. What was all this about? Why was he even talking to you?
"No." you cleared your dry throat. "I haven't eaten already."
He hummed and ordered Hina and the other chefs to warm up dinner.
Hesitant, you sat down at the other side of the big table. Awkwardly you looked around, feeling out of place, because of the sudden attention.
"Why are you already home? You worked longer the last days. You weren't here before 11 pm." Finally you found your voice.
Gojo looked at you and firstly didn't say anything. Then he looked away and cleared his throat. "I... Just had no missions today. So I came home early."
"Oh."
Hina showed up like a savoir for this conversation and brought dinner.
But she brought for two persons.
"You haven't eaten already?" you looked down at your plate, trying to eat normally but your position was so stiff it wasn't easy.
"No, i-" he stopped in his sentence and looked down at his plate. "I wasn't really hungry till now."
You just nodded, while trying to eat as quiet as possible. The silence between you was palpable. The only sond was the slicing of the knives.
You tried to keep yourself steady. You really shouldn't eat too fast or he would think you were running. Which you technically were, but he didn't have to know it.
"Where," Gojo tried to sound casual. "Where were you?"
You stopped eating and thought about what you should say. He shouldn't know about the meetings. Shouldn't know that you were 'trained' to be his duties fulfilling wife.
"I visited my mother." Technically not a lie. "She wants to meet me regularly."
He nodded and continued eating. Looked like he was satisfied. He shouldn't think you were unfaithful or anything like that.
"Do you have a good relationship with her?"
Your eyes widened and you looked up to really look him in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes.
"Good enough." your voice was barely a whisper. But he nodded like he was listening carefully to everything you said.
"Should I come with you some time?" he leaned a bit back in his seat. "Or do you think she doesn't want to see me?"
As you thought about all the times your mother ranted about Gojo because of his irresponsibility, you couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think so."
His position stiffed a bit. "Why do you think so?"
"She thinks you are careless." Your voice was growing cold. "Because the meetings you missed, Gojo."
"Oh. Yeah right." He looked down again and mumbled something incoherently.
You didn't ask what he said.
The silence between you came back as you finished your meal. And as you were finished, you stood up taking your now empty plate with you.
"I will bring that in the kitchen." You could finally turn away from him and his eyes. "Good night."
You didn't really expect an answer. But Gojo seemed to like to surprise you.
"Good night, sleep well. You look exhausted, try to rest now."
Your traitor of a heart started to pound louder, like you were in a bad romance novel. Your mind told it to shut up, while you walked out of the reach of his eyes and presence into the kitchen.
You walked to Hina and handed her your plate with a smile, while telling yourself to breathe normally.
"Thank you, dear, it tasted fantastic."
The girl smiled back at you. "Happy to hear that, Mrs. Gojo. We were also happy to see you two eating together."
"Oh well," you waved her statement away. "It won't happen again I think. Was just a coincidence."
The girl in front of you looked confused and shook her head. "No, Mr. Gojo specifically ordered to wait for you to eat dinner. His food was ready 2 hours ago."
You couldn't help but blink at her. He waited for you?
A tiny little hopeful thought slid into your head, speaking quietly but still steady.
Maybe-
~~
It was already later than usual as Satoru sat in the living room. His breakfast still untouched he fought with himself.
Your door was still closed.
No, one evening couldn't open a locked door so easily. And as he stared at your empty seat he wondered. Why was this table even that big?
He should change that.
Did you always wait for him to leave before you ate?
Weren't you hungry?
'I DON'T WANT TO HAVE MYSELF SUFFER THROUGH IT!'
His phone rang as a new message popped up. It was from Suguru.
'Are you still home, Satoru?'
He stood up. This was dumb. He was acting dumb.
He knocked at your door. "Are you coming for breakfast?"
after a long day, all you want is to collapse into bed and let the world fade away. you’re exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you can feel the weariness clinging to every part of you. you shuffle toward the bed, already thinking about the soft pillows and warm blankets waiting for you. but before you can settle in, you feel a familiar presence behind you.
"hold on," gojo's voice calls out teasingly. "you can’t just get comfortable without me."
you turn to see him standing there, a playful grin on his face as he saunters over. even after everything today, he still manages to look like he’s just stepped out of a magazine—tall, effortlessly charming, and with that signature mischievous glint in his eyes.
"i’m tired," you mumble, crawling into bed anyway. "no teasing tonight, satoru."
he chuckles, sliding in beside you with ease. "no teasing? that’s going to be hard, you know."
before you can even protest, his arms are around you, pulling you close against his chest. the warmth of his body immediately seeps into you, and despite yourself, you relax. gojo holds you like this sometimes, usually after long days where neither of you has much left to give. it’s rare for him to be this still, but in moments like this, you’re grateful for the quiet.
"you’re tense," he murmurs softly, resting his chin on top of your head. his hand comes up to brush through your hair in slow, soothing strokes. "just relax."
you try to stifle a smile, knowing full well he can feel it. his presence is too comforting, too familiar, and no matter how hard you try to stay annoyed, he always manages to pull you out of it.
"i can’t relax with you talking," you tease gently, nestling closer into his chest.
gojo lets out a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin. "okay, okay, no more talking. but you have to admit, i’m pretty good at this whole cuddling thing."
"mm-hmm," you mumble, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as the exhaustion starts to catch up to you. his fingers continue to thread through your hair, and you let out a small sigh of contentment.
"see?" he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur now. "told you i’d help you relax."
his arms tighten around you just a little, and you feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. the world outside feels distant, and all you can focus on is the warmth of gojo's body, the gentle rhythm of his breathing, and the safety of being wrapped up in his embrace.
"you’re so warm," you mumble, your voice soft and sleepy. you can barely keep your eyes open now, and the sensation of his hand in your hair is starting to lull you into a peaceful haze.
"that’s because i’m perfect," he replies, the faintest hint of smugness in his tone, but it’s softer than usual, more tender.
"so modest," you whisper back, your words slurring as sleep pulls you under.
gojo chuckles softly, but as you start to drift off, he grows quiet. his hand slows in your hair, and he presses the gentlest of kisses to the top of your head, so light that it almost feels like a dream.
"goodnight," he murmurs, his voice barely audible now, as if he’s speaking more to himself than to you. "i’ve got you."
with those words, the last bit of tension leaves your body, and you sink fully into sleep, surrounded by warmth, comfort, and the quiet assurance that, in gojo’s arms, everything is just a little bit better.
more than a late night snack – gojo satoru
chapter 5: mandarin
contents: gojo Satoru x reader, FLUFF , satoru being a little shit, 2 idiots
summary: when you consistently ignore gojo’s frequent texts to hang out, he takes matters into his own hands
wc: 3.2k
“whoa, didn’t expect you to fall for me like this,” he says, feeling his laughter through his chest, breathing life into the dark corners of your cavity.
it was too much. he was always too much.
regaining your senses, you squawk out of embarrassment, concrete realization of where you were in the form of his thumb moving back and forth on your side, a half hearted attempt to soothe you. self consciousness fuelling your uncoordinated limbs you scramble to separate yourself from him.
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ding. ding. it only took two impatient sounds to disturb your peace. slightly groaning as you hear the echoing source of your current pain: your phone. ever since gojo got a hold of your number it like was like his grating voice was constantly in your head. he constantly texted you, blowing up your phone about anything and everything. from what he swore was the best daifuku in Tokyo he discovered last week, or complaining about how unfair it was that ieri kicked him out of her room again or sending you photos of him post mission, peace signs prominent with a cheery grin while geto was in the background back turned, hunched over presumably throwing up from a particular nasty curse he had to ingest - gojo never failed to message you.
for the most part you didn’t respond to gojo’s constant messages, but that didn’t deter him, if anything it prompted him to text you even more. in your eyes, it was only a matter of time before he would get tired of you - you were just waiting for him to realise what you knew was going to happen. it was a reason why you kept your walls so high, you enjoyed the safety and predictability of the darkness and satoru gojo was too bright.
turning back to your desk you pick up your discarded pen, twirling it in your hands absentmindedly. how long have you been at this? probably 3 hours at least. you quickly skim through his messages while you regather your papers together.
gojo:
hehe look at this
(2:13pm)
[image]
(2:13pm)
you open the attachment begrudgingly, the unopened image taunting you, peaking your curiosity. it was a blurry photo of an annoyed geto, mouth open probably cussing gojo out, violet eyes flashing in warning looking beyond the camera with his arms attempting to grab the phone from him. his dark bangs frame his face as usual but the rest of his dark hair was pulled into two high messy pigtails. snorting in amusement, you download the image - ah a new treasure. sometimes gojo could be useful. you return to the message thread, seeing a flow of multiple messages.
gojo:
bbbbbb <3
(4:03pm)
im booooored
booooooooooored
lets hangggg
(6:04pm)
lets do something rn
(6:10pm)
omg when r u gna stop
ignoring me lol
(6:20pm)
(◞‸◟；)
stoppp
(6:21pm)
how come u never answer me
"( – ⌓ – )
(6:22pm)
not cool b
(6:25pm)
you easily silence your phone before hastily typing in a message to appease him.
you:
busy
(6:40pm)
gojo:
(ᴗ_ ᴗ。)
busy???
the whole day?!
(6:40pm)
busy with what
(6:41pm)
with whaaaat bbb
( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)
(6:43pm)
you don’t bother answering him, instead choosing to ignore him for what seemed to be the millionth time . you really had to get this done – not that you wanted to hang out with gojo anyway. discarding your phone on your bedside table, you groan when you make your return to your desk. this was the worst part about being a sorcerer : the paperwork. you’ve put off the reports for the last 4 missions that you went on, plus you had to do the rest of your homework. you palm your temple with a sigh of anticipation in what surely was going to be a long night.
and then you hear it; a whine of your name beyond your door paired knocking on your door to an uneven rhythm.
ughh.
you could just imagine the overly dramatic pout on his face.
as to appease the assault that your door was taking, you opened the opposing barrier with a scowl on your face.
“how come you don’t answer my messages?” gojo immediately whines the minute he sees you.
“I told you, I’m busy!”
“but we’re friends! you answer suguru and shoko!”
“yeah because they don’t message me every 2 seconds – my phone is usually on silent anyway, so I forget to check.”
“ughhh… sooooo, can we hang out now?” he gripes, lowering his dark glasses, showing the crocodile tears dancing on his waterline.
“...i have all this paperwork to do, gojo.” you say opening your door wider, gesturing to your messy desk.
he sighs exasperate throwing his hands in the air. “…fine.” pout on full view he turns his firm back, not sparing you a second glance retreating into his room next to yours.
huh. that was easy. part of you felt validated in his easy retreat, it was something that you were used to, something expected – even from the strongest.
you settle back in to your desk, cursing your past self for putting this off for so long.
okay, okay, where were you? concentrate. ughhhh … what happened in nagasaki again? oh right it was that stupid scissor curse that cut you up pretty badly – not your best moment. geto really saved your ass back there with rainbow dragon. he ended up swallowing the curse later and annoyingly scolded you. but he also complained -
“babe!! i'm hooooomeeee!” the door handle rustles before abruptly opening, a mop of tousled white hair, barges into your room with no warning. your wide eyes narrow at the annoyance. waltzing in with a pep in his step, obnoxiously swinging a plastic bag filled to the brim of multiple cakes, sweets and sugary drinks was gojo with an aggravating smirk. you stare at him, hoping your heated glance would melt his grinning face off.
“don't give me that face, grumpy! i got ya some concentration snackies - aren't you glad i thought of you, huh? im such a good friend.” poking your shoulder in greeting ignoring your exasperated pout.
“no one appreciates me here! i'm more than just a pretty face, y'know.” gojo responds to your silence with a dramatic sigh. he settles the bulging bag on the floor he tosses his too long body onto your bed, jostling the soft pillows. you tsk in disapproval.
cooing as he spots Bun Bun peacefully resting on the middle of your bed, you watch as gojo's long limbs dramatically flail to pick up the pink bunny stuffie. “hey, lil’ guy,” he whispers, his slender nose nuzzling Bun Bun's plush cheeks, “i know, I know, babe’s not being fun again. yeah i know, i told her don't worry.” turning his head to meet your incredulous glare. your eye begins to twitch in annoyance, "that's not what he's saying!"
“uh huh, you're just jealous of our bond." he scrunches up his nose at you, " y’knowww you’re gonna get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so much!” gojo practically sings from your bed, infinity easily going up as you launch an eraser at him angrily. he snickers before settling on his side, moving Bun Bun lovingly to share the same pillow as him.
ignoring gojo was no easy feat, but luckily you were very experienced in that field. returning to your work on your desk, you bite your tongue with the urge to cuss him out. you wheel your chair around to fully ignore his distracting presence.
he always took up too much space, his very energy making it hard to focus.
resting your head on your palm, you prop your head up attempting get back into the zone of concentration.
alright, nagasaki. you smirk as you remember how geto complained how terrible it tasted and how amazing that ramen was that you and geto had after. he was worried about your shallow wounds despite your constant reassurance that you were fine, ugh suguru was way too considerate. you pretty much had to beg him to go get some food, you remember how you grinned self righteously as you watched his hesitation disappear the minute he tasted the broth. you had a suspicion it was partly because the curse tasted so bad. but that didn't stop geto from carrying you back on rainbow dragon despite your fear of heights. you wince as you remember ieri smacking you and geto when you got back because she was so pissed when you didn't return straight away with all of those cuts –
“whatcha doing?” you feel gojo's warm breath in your ear, the action making you shudder at the intrusion.
abruptly you turn your head to see gojo’s face right next to yours over your shoulder, nose daring to brushing his smooth cheek.
yelping loudly, you jerk to the side causing you to fall off your chair in a fright. you hear gojo’s amused snort as you close your eyes waiting to hit the ground but … it never came.
warm arms lightly grip your abdomen preventing you from hitting the ground, you feel gojo’s firm chest behind your back as you sit clumsily in his lap, legs swung over to his left side. his skin was warm and soft, invading your senses with his familiar scent. the weight of his body against yours felt foreignly comforting. engulfing your already panicked state in a new level of unease, you weren't completely sure if you enjoyed his warm or resented him for making you question it. you unconsciously settle your hand on his forearm against your stomach finding an overwhelming needing to ground yourself. you hoped that he couldn’t feel your loudly beating heart through your chest, or that his six eyes couldn't see the deeply buried holes in your heart.
“whoa, didn’t expect you to fall for me like this,” he says, feeling his laughter through his chest, breathing life into the dark corners of your cavity.
it was too much. he was always too much.
regaining your senses, you squawk out of embarrassment, concrete realization of where you were in the form of his thumb moving back and forth on your side, a half hearted attempt to soothe you. self consciousness fuelling your uncoordinated limbs you scramble to separate yourself from him.
“ompff – uhh – careful where you're – ompff – stepping, babe!” he stutters quickly, worry and slight panic tinging his voice. his body attempting to shift with your fussing to neutralize your erratic momovements, “look, I don’t give a fuck – oh geez – but the clan still wants an heir so – please be careful“ a large hand goes to still your shin.
an heir? does he mean – oh. OH. in a panic you finally manage to slide down onto to the floor legs still draped over his thighs.
“d-don’t you have anything better to do?!” you deflect refusing to look him. crossing your arms across your chest, trying to distract yourself form thinking about gojo in that way.
gojo’s eyes widen. whoa, what's with that expression? this was ... new. he couldn’t help but notice how your face flushed, the heat gradually spreading to the tips of your ears, down your the column of your pretty throat...
“you would know if you checked your messages!” he huffs ignoring the way his ears turn pink, “we’re gonna hang out when you're done.”
when did you agree to this?
"who decided that?" you said fighting the blush you knew decorated your face, face full of defiance.
he whines your name, “c'mon!!”
“ugh, I still have to do the stupid paperwork! i’ve put it off too long.” you groan flopping on the ground, using your hands to rub your eyes. truth be told, gojo being in your room felt almost suffocating. the air felt too stifling, like you were backed into a corner forced to always playing defence with the strongest. and you didn't want to play his stupid games.
breathing softly you watch as the growing shadows on the your ceiling frame your nagging restlessness to get work done. gojo’s face popping into your view.
“why don’t you take a break? you’ve been working hard for hours – let’s have some snacks!” he adds, attempting to sweeten the deal. you shrug noncommittally, you just wanted to be free of that stupid paperwork. you hear the rustling of a plastic bag, as he digs through his haul, mumbling to himself, "not this.. ugh not this one either, hmm, that's definitely mine .. oh fuck i forgot i bought this heh.. where is it? i just..."
“m’ not in the mood for sweets, go–“
“i got you – I knew you’d want something boring!” you hear him rustling deeper into the plastic bag. you smell a burst of citrus. his grin comes into view again while he roughly shoves a few segments of a mandarin into your mouth, forcing the rest of the peeled fruit into your hand.
“mph! dude– “ you quickly chew the segment in surprise, mouth bursting with the refreshing juice, the orange’s soft flesh tangy and slightly sweet. “… huh. thanks.”
gojo hums victoriously, falling on his back beside you, legs bent, foot tapping out a rhythm.
you split your remaining mandarin in half, feeling for the larger portion and passing it in gojo’s surprised hands. slender fingers briefly mingling with each other, electricity brewing between them. you retreat your hands quickly, purposely ignoring his lingering fingers.
if he notices, gojo makes no mention of it as he popping the whole mandarin in his mouth.
“so, why was suguru’s hair in pigtails?” you ask, amused smile growing on your face from the memory of geto’s disturbed expression. chewing on another segment, you could easily imagine geto's loud grumble and exasperation that you frequently heard when gojo was around him.
gojo barks out a laugh, half chewed mandarin still in his mouth. “idiot fell asleep in the common room and y’know… anything is fair game there,” he says shifting slightly to look at you.
“oh god. pff, yeah honestly he had it coming. poor suguru though, he’s been so busy lately, must've been exhausted… i’m surprised he didn’t murder you.”
“oh he tried, he summoned 3 curses,” gojo snickers, pushing his dark glasses up.
“… next time we should do space buns,” you grin mischievously.
“oh fuck that’s a great idea!” he shouts, repeatedly tapping the ground in excitement, matching grin on his face. gojo was practically vibrating with mischief, inching closer to you on the ground.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. often times gojo reminded you of an overly excitable puppy, constantly wagging his tail, begging for attention. usually you'd get the puppy who would become your shadow, whining constantly for a walk and would harness their chaotic energy to trash a room just because. there's a reason why you were a cat person.
“but oh my goddd, have you touched his hair, babe? it’s so fucking soft? i don’t understand what he does but -" you watched gojo talk animatedly. his mouth dressed up in a boyish gin, pearly teeth on full display, emphasizing the dimple on his left side, embellishing the joy he was radiating. it was times like these where you were strangely more aware that satoru gojo was handsome. the soft slope of his cupid’s bow that lead to delicate lips, the slant of his slender nose, his soft cheeks -
you shake your head. god, he was so distracting. he was so annoying.
“ - hey? did ya hear me?” gojo asks, poking your cheek. you share back at him blindly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.
"huh?" stretching slightly you shift on to your side, curling your knees together so they almost touch his thighs. "what were you saying?"
“I said, I got you something!” not even bothering to hid his annoyed glare. he props himself up with his hand supporting his head, turning fully to you, mirroring your body. reaching into his back pocket, he takes out a silver phone charm. delicate and elegant, the neat row of varying silver and black beads strung on a intricate chain complimented the silver star at the end.
you blink at him. “wait- for me?” your eyes dart between the phone charm and his expectant smile.
“duh! it’s for your phone! so whenever you see it, it’ll remind you to answer my messages.” he jingles the keychain, waiting for you to take it.
you stare at him, a hidden expression on your face that he couldn’t decipher.
“man, I gotta do everything here, eh?” gojo pouts, rolling his eyes. he gracefully rolls over to reach for your phone on your bed side table with a sigh. plopping back down on his side, he loops the charm on to your phone grinning triumphantly.
“hehe, look, babe – now we have matching ones!!” he takes out his own phone to show you the same silver keychain on his phone. gojo hands you your phone back, immediately you admire the way the way the keychain captures the dim light of your bedside table. pretty.
although gojo’s antics were dramatic and sometimes downright irritating, his constant effort to get to know you despite your adamant refusal was … endearing. you noticed that he was generous, not only constantly buying you, ieri and geto snacks or meals without prompting but generous in his time, annoyingly checking up on you when he didn't see you for a few hours. you had to admit that he did put up a good fight to your frank rebuffs. he noticed a lot more than you gave him credit for, he cared for his friends in his own way but fierce so. despite his arrogant and brash behaviour maybe, just maybe, he could be someone you could talk to once in a while, someone you could let in just a little bit. it wouldnt hurt to be on friendlier terms, right?
“… thanks gojo.” you say smiling in realization as you fiddle with the star of the keychain, unable to look at him.
something in gojo’s stomach flutters, not expecting your bashful demeanour. if you smiled at him like that, he think might collapse. he wasn’t even really sure what he did that granted him the privilege to see your smile, a genuine one - it was just a little trinket, an inexpensive thing he picked up because he was tired of radio silence from you. he smiled thinking about your reaction of something else, perhaps if he got you those specific chips that he noticed that you liked that were notorious for being be sold out at the convenience store or maybe a scarf since you always seemed to be cold or, or maybe even a necklace with his initials -
“… hey? gojo?" you ask softly.
"yes, my grumpy lil prince–"
"shut up, before i take back what i'm going to say, idiot." you scoff, your dead pan glare, effectively doing the impossible in shutting up gojo.
you sigh. god, were you going to regret this decision?
"... if you give me like 2 hours in silence.." you palm your forehead, wondering if you've gone absolutely insane.
".... maybe we could watch a movie or something after?” you force out softly.
gojo smiles widely, almost bouncing up and down as he gets up from the floor, offering you a hand to help you up. you stare at his out stretched hand suspiciously.
“well, the sooner you get started the sooner we can watch!!”
hesitantly you accept his hand and his help. it was a strange feeling, one that you weren’t sure yet that you liked yet. you quickly sever the contact, dropping his hand immediately, not wanting to get used to this new sensation. you huff , moving towards your desk, reshuffling the papers with renewed energy.
turning around to face him, voice authoritative with warning, you meet his covered eyes “when I mean silence though gojo, I mean absolute silence.” he nods, looking back at you, he uses his slender pointer finger and thumb to zip his mouth, and toss away the key behind him, a promise in his bright eyes behind his dark glasses.
gojo resettles on your bed, with a triumphant sigh. he makes a point to grab Bun Bun to lay on his chest as he takes out his phone to play some games, his silver phone charm dancing in the light. you turn around, hands itching to finally get some work done, concentrating on summarizing the straight forward mission in hamura.
an unusual silence aids the scratching of your pen on paper, propelling your rapid thoughts. but after 20 minutes of working, you hesitantly clear your throat, turning back to take a peek at gojo, his eyebrow quirked.
“… so, uh what movies are playing right now?”
you can hear the joy in his voice when he starts to weigh your options, even asking Bun Bun for his opinions and occasionally spoiling the plots for other options. With a soft grin, you found that this time you didn’t mind the chatter... or the company.
a/n: he just wants to spend time with you ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)
Contains spoilers for the book 'Crime and Punishment' and the ongoing Bungou Stray Dogs manga.
Note: This is what happens when you leave me with nothing to think about but also alot to think upon. This answer is what I have concluded about the workings of Fyodor Dostoevsky's ability 'Crime and Punishment' based on the work of the author Fyodor Dostoevsky in real life.
Before we go on to analyze the working of fyodor's ability we first need to understand Raskolnikov, the protagonist of Crime and Punishment. We will overview the character's motive for killing using 2 questions for the people he killed in the novel.
Why did Raskolnikov kill the pawnbroker, Alyona? He wanted to test if he was extraordinary like Napoleon or a coward, which he was reasoning out with not burdening his mother and sister for the money required to build his career (Chapter 4, Part 5; when he tells the 'truth' to Sonia)
Why did he kill her sister, Lizaveta then? Simply because she would've reported him and his 'perfect crime' to the police. (Poor soul was there at the wrong time)
Now, let's look at Fyodor Dostoevsky, the leader of the "Rats in the House of Dead" and member of the "Decay of Angels".
Why does Fyodor want the book? Because he wants to erase the curse of abilities from the BSD universe. Even going lengths to kill people for it.
However the main question remains, how does he kill or as every bsd fan puts it:
How the hell does Fyodor's ability work?
With the manga and anime I have read\seen, including the book 'Crime and Punishment' Fyodor's ability is actually quite interesting.
In dead apple when everyone is fighting off their own abilities in the fog, Fyodor seems to be chilling with his ability casually. Not only that his ability is able to speak, which wasn't the case for any other ability user.
Apart from his ability being able to kill, his ability has it's own consciousness.
Is what I'm here to propose, his ability 'Crime and Punishment' helps him carry his plans out.
In the manga chapter 42 during the Ace v/s Fyodor face off, fyodor tells Karma that his ability is manipulation of space and consciousness.
But when karma asks how was he able to win over Ace, he mentions that he had simply lied.
However, in the book 'Crime and Punishment' in chapter 6, part 3 when Razumihin asksed Raskolnikov as to 'why speak against yourself?' while they were leaving the so called questioning by Porfiry, he answers:
Because only peasants, or the most inexperienced novices deny everything flatly at examinations. If a man is ever so little developed and experienced, he will certainly try to admit all the external facts that can't be avoided, but will seek other explanations of them, will introduce some special, unexpected turn, that will give them another significance and put them in another light.
Which further answers that he doesn't control space, since there are numerous times where the person who he killed was within his reach or was physically touching him, but he can control consciousness and this is where he introduces the 'special, unexpected turn'. which is the ability 'Crime and Punishment' sort of controlling or guiding fyodor, not his victims. It's like two people in one body.
Since it's evident that the protagonist from the stories on which the ability of the characters are based on have heavy similarities with the characters themselves, Raskolnikov who is seen to be talking to himself in two different tones throughout the novel can be speculated to be the voice of the ability 'Crime and Punishment' in the BSD universe. To further add on to this, Raskolnikov while telling Sonia about the whole ordeal in Chapter 4, part 5 cries:
I crushed myself once for all, for ever....But it was the devil that killed that old woman, not I.
Which provides us with further evidence that the ability has a consciousness of it's own and that it can communicate with Fyodor.
Double consciousness is a term introduced by W.E.B. Du Bois to describe individuals who struggle to develop a sense of self as a result of possessing more than one social identity. This term is usually used to describe the turmoil faced by people belonging to the mixed race. Du Bois's work 'The Soul of Black Folks' is the one where the term was first used to describe the identity turmoil African-Americans have to go through.
For Fyodor though, one of his consciousness is the one that believes whatever he is doing is for the greater good but on the other hand one might be going through psychological pain because of all the murders he did listening to the first one.
I find it pretty ironic because his ability can kill and also guide him at the same time, but why would he decide to erase it? What comes to my mind while thinking about is the psychological pain he might be going through, the one Raskolnikov goes through. We have only seen him planning or on the surface level, we don't have any inner monologs unlike Atsushi. We don't even know what motivated him to erase the so called 'curse' of abilities from the BSD universe.
Raskolnikov while deluding himself that he did it so not to burden his sister and mother, accepts that he did the murder for himself, to see if he was one of those extraordinary people or not in the end. Therefore, we can assume that Fyodor is deluding himself that he is doing this for the greater good, but somewhere even he knows that he is doing it to get away from his own curse, the devil residing within him.
P.S: First and foremost I want to thank @orphicdazai for proofreading the whole thing in her busy schedule and encouraging me to post this (I wasn't going to tbh).
I have been thinking about this for the past 6 months now. A lot of brainstorming and the little energy in me got me to this point. I'd definitely like to talk more on this if someone is even intrigued by my opinion on 'double consciousness', which I randomly remembered our literature professor talking about in one of our class. All the bsd analysts have my respect for making all the posts because this shits hard for real
in my head when u and gojo wake up late for anything you always hurry to get ready together.. he’ll bother you with morning breath kisses (every1 gets those) while you’re brushing your teeth and washing your face ;;
and then he dresses ungodly fast n then helps you pull on your pants or socks while you’re doing your makeup (probably js by literally lifting u off the floor) and then when you’re done he’ll give u a big smooch again and smush ur cheeks together to steal some blush or concealer to use for himself. and your lip gloss!!
like. in the morning & whenever you’re at work and u stop to apply any sort of lip product, like lip balm or gloss it’s like he has a sixth sense for anything you related; he runs over to you all big and lanky like and leans down, tilts your chin up and just makes out with you passionately on the spot to share the gloss w you.
if he’s busy with a mission but he just feels a single crack on his lip when he runs his tongue over it he’ll literally teleport to you, give you a quick smooch to get a dab of gloss. yeah he could use his own but it tasted all the more sweet when they’re from your lips to his <3 bonus points if u share cologne when ur lazy too
- lovesick!gojo who fell in love with you when you held his hand in comfort when he was upset from being scolded by the higher ups about something reckless he did.
- lovesick!gojo who noticed the way you understood that he was still young and even the strongest made mistakes, which is okay as he's still learning.
- lovesick!gojo who started noticing little things about you, like how you pick your nails when nervous, how your eyes light up when talking about your interest, how you tap your pencil in thought when working in class and when you smile, little dimples appear on your cheeks.
- lovesick!gojo who gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you giggle at his terrible jokes while suguru and shoko both roll their eyes in annoyance.
- lovesick!gojo who jokes around even more in order to hear you laugh again, even when the others grow even more tired of him.
- lovesick!gojo who doesn't try to hide how much he wants to hang out with you, who makes up ridiculous excuses to spend time with you. "What do you mean Suguru is busy? Isn't he right there?" "HAHAHA! That's hilarious, let's go somewhere else..." as he drags your form in the opposite way.
- lovesick!gojo who falls even more when you indulge in his teasing. "Need some help?~" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't want to bother the strongest one~ I'm sure you have better things to do." His grin widens. "It's ok, I don't mind sparing my time for you~"
- lovesick!gojo who tries to impress you everytime you're both assigned on the same mission, showing off at every chance he got and turning his head expectantly to you to see if you were watching him. "Did you see how I exorcised that curse?" "Yes, you did great Satoru.🙄" ":))))"
- lovesick!gojo who feels the pit of jealousy when he sees you conversing with a kyoto student, even more when he sees you laugh at something he said. You were suppose to laugh at his jokes, not a random nobody's.
- lovesick!gojo who appears right by your side in the middle of your conversation, sliding an arm around your waist, pouting and batting his eyelashes. "Baby, I thought we had something special :((( 🥺🥺🥺" "Satoru what the fuck."
- lovesick!gojo who grins in victory when the kyoto guy leaves in panic from seeing the affectionate display, but frowns when you scold him for disturbing your conversation. It doesn't matter, he still won and now your attention is on him instead :)
- lovesick!gojo who loves sharing sweets with you. Whenever he bought pastries from your favourite bakery he will always get extra to share with you. He especially loved seeing your face light up whenever he mentioned getting your favourite pastry.
- lovesick!gojo who gets surprised when you always return the favor, always sharing baked goods you bought, even getting the extra sweet ones just for him.
- lovesick!gojo who's ears turn red at the thought of you buying something just for him, no one else.
- lovesick!gojo who swears he will marry you one day, no matter the circumstance, not even the higher ups would stop him. All he need is to ask you out first, but seeing you chuckle as you two shared a chocolate cake, he thought staying by your side is good enough for now. After all, he's not getting cured from this sickness anytime soon.
satoru hears you say it when he’s clumsily wiping the food crumbs off of the table, his eyes determined on cleaning the table to perfection and tongue poking out between his lips in concentration.
he lifts his head up to take a look at you.
apron still tied around your frame, arms crossed over your chest, you are leaning against the counter, your expression soft as you smile at him.
there is a look in your eyes he often sees by accident; whenever he looks at you suddenly and for a brief second your pretty irises reveal to him a lot more than your words ever could before you turn away quickly, acting as if you weren’t staring at him. a look full of admiration and fondness he himself can barely contain when he is reminded of your presence in his life, but it’s kind of weird to receive that look instead of giving it, like he usually does with no shame.
you don’t turn away this time though, still gazing at him and satoru wonders if you’re even aware of your own actions. does he look like that whenever he stares at you? he always stares at you, attention automatically switching to you and not wavering, whether you are staying by his side or just temporarily, busy with work and errands and your life.
satoru steps closer to you, ignoring the stinging pain in his thigh where he just bumped into the table’s sharp edge, like he always does when manoeuvring through your tiny(in his words) kitchen. he doesn’t make a scene though, choosing to keep his dramatic yelps of pain inside for tonight, just so you have that bright beam on your face for a little longer. he likes it a lot.
his hands find place on the edge of the counter, caging you between them. you don’t mind, eyes just languidly following his as he leans in a little bit. you lean in too, eyelids almost closing as you tilt your head up, breathing the same air as him.
satoru presses a soft kiss onto your corner of your mouth. your lashes flutter and you huff in frustration, slapping his chest lightly.
“you had some crumbs there.”
he smiles cheekily, eyes roaming over your features as you roll your eyes lightly at his words.
“and here too,” his lips land on yours, moving away quickly, just they way he knows it will irritate you enough. “and also here.” another kiss, this time on your jaw.
that continues until you grab the sides of his face, effectively stopping him from attacking your face with short pecks and kisses as you pout at him. satoru can’t help the lovesick, wide smile that takes over his face when your thumbs caress his cheekbones, following the labyrinth your eyes mold as they wander over his face attentively, full of adoration for him and only him.
pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader
summary: rumor has it you're dating gojo satoru
genre: fluff, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, humor(?)
notes: i just think he's the type of dude to do this, sort of an au bc geto never goes rogue. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO !!
wc: ~1.8k
"hey, wanna go get lunch?"
you come to a stop when you hear a low voice, turning around just in time to see gojo approach you. his hair is styled, you note, white strands falling gracefully and framing his face in a way that you haven't seen since the two of you were in high school. his usual blindfold is nowhere to be seen, and your eyebrows furrow slightly when you notice a new pair of sunglasses perched on the slope of his nose.
"what?"
"do you want to join me for lunch?" he asks, leaning against the wall as you glance at the time on your phone. you tuck it back into your pocket before looking at the folder in your hand, turning to glance in the direction of your office before giving gojo a nod.
"sure! just let me drop this off in my office, yeah?" you say, smiling when he nods in agreement. "i'll be quick and on the way back i'll stop and ask shoko if she wants to join us."
you whirl back around to make your way to your office, only to be stopped when gojo clears his throat.
"actually, i meant you," he begins, shoulders tense as he motions to you with his hand before pointing to himself. "and me. just us getting lunch at that cafe you really like."
"oh! okay, yeah that sounds good," you chirp, feeling slightly confused as you give him a little thumbs up. he relaxes at your words, nodding slightly as he watches you. "i'll be right back and than we can head out!"
gojo's eyes never leave your form as you disappear down the walkway, and he takes a few deep breathes before turning around and slipping his phone out of his pocket before sending a text to shoko and suguru.
satoru: they said yes.
lunch at the cafe ends with you and gojo meeting up at the end of the day and getting dinner as well. it isn't until you're out of breath, laughing way too hard over a silly story gojo shares with you, that you realize that the two of you haven't hung out together in a long time.
high school is probably the last time you can recall going out with gojo alone. the difference in your skill levels meant that the two of you didn't really cross paths after graduating, especially with the way that gojo always seemed to be sent out on mission after mission by the higher ups. any and all hangouts were usually coordinated by shoko or suguru, and most of the time gojo wasn't able to have a full conversation with you due to having to take care of a more-than-tipsy suguru.
you can't help but focus on the way your heart seems to ache with longing as you watch gojo laugh along with you, and it's in that moment that you realize that you've missed the teasing, smug boy that you knew well before life became just a little bit more cruel. the way he looks at you after your laughter dies down makes you wonder if he missed you as well.
"here's your check!"
"oh, thank you," you say to the waiter, reaching over to grab the slim book. gojo's hand intercepts your path, snatching the check presents away before you can even attempt to stop him. "hey!"
"dinner's on me," he says with a grin, sliding his card into the clear sleeve before handing it back to the waiter. your eyes remain locked on gojo even as the waiter walks away, a scowl on your face as you stare him down.
"you paid for lunch," you state, your eyes darting down to his lips when they pull up into a slight smirk.
"yeah."
"so dinner was supposed to be on me," you argue, clamping your mouth shut when the waiter returns with gojo's card. he takes it from him with a smile, messily signing the receipt before sliding out of his seat. his lips part into a handsome grin as he holds an arm out to you, eyes sparkling as he waits for you to link your arm with his. you rise from your seat reluctantly, gingerly slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow and letting him lead you outside.
it isn't until he's holding the door open for you, watching as you cross the threshold, that he finally speaks once more, tilting his face down to let you catch a glimpse of the teasing glint in his eye.
"besides, what kind of date would i be if i let you pay?"
gojo seems to become a permanent fixture in your life after your shared lunch and dinner.
you can't find it in yourself to complain about the new development, especially not when you're standing in your kitchen and you feel gojo's hand press against your lower back as he squeezes past you, giving you a soft smile as he tries to steal a bite of whatever you're cooking. those nights usually end with you swatting at him until you push him out of the kitchen, rolling your eyes and ignoring the way your heart lurches when he wraps his arms around you in a loose hug in an attempt to tug you along with him.
hangouts with shoko and suguru also become more common, and the four of you often find yourselves meeting up for drinks or a movie night, sometimes joined by nanami when he deigns to grace you with his presence. it's during these times that your emotions get the best of you, seeing everyone talking and laughing so happily that it almost feels like nothing ever went wrong. like amanai riko and fushiguro toji never happened.
and when gojo notices your sudden quietness and wordlessly wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you close to his side, you feel yourself falling just a little bit more for the white-haired sorcerer.
you're not surprised to find out that somewhere along the way, you've fallen for gojo satoru. a part of you believes that it was inevitable; he's always shone so brightly, drawing people in regardless of whether or not they're aware of the fact. you just happen to be the latest victim.
although your heart yearns to be closer to him, you know that you're content with being nothing more than friends. satoru is someone who is easy to admire, and you're all too happy to admire from a distance, content to bask in the tenderness that accompanies every friendly moment you've shared with him thus far. his status as a special grade sorcerer also takes up a large portion his life, and you fear that attempting to be anything more than friends with him would only end in you being a distraction.
but that all changes three months after the dinner with satoru that started it all.
"you're both late."
"sorry about that!" you apologize, giving shoko a sheepish smile as you slide into the seat satoru had pulled out for you. his knee bumps against your thigh as he takes his own seat, and you feel your smile grow a little wider when he leaves it resting against your own.
"what? were the two of you too busy making out in his car or something?" suguru chimes in, stifling a laugh when he sees your eyes go wide. you don't get the chance to respond as the waiter approaches, and you're saved the embarrassment of attempting to stutter out your drink order when satoru butts in and says it for you.
suguru wiggles his eyebrows playfully as you give him a flat look, and your mild annoyance dissipated when you feel satoru take your hand in his as he begins to play with your fingers. easy conversation begins to flow, and before you know it, you're enjoying your favorite drink and teasing suguru for the things he drunkenly did at your last get-together.
"so," shoko begins once there's a lull in the conversation, eyes glinting mischievously as she lets her gaze flit between you and satoru. "now that it's been a couple months i gotta say, i didn't think satoru would ever actually work up the courage to ask you out to lunch."
"what do you mean?" you ask, missing the way satoru's hand freezes against yours.
"i just didn't think he'd actually go through with it," shoko says with a shrug. "but i gotta say, i'm glad the two of you are dating. you both seem a lot happier lately and it's nice to see."
"dating?" you ask, tensing up at her words. the entire table seems to freeze at your question, and you're met with confused expressions from everyone as you glance around the table.
"yeah," shoko answers cautiously, sharing a bewildered look with suguru.
"what?" you ask dumbly, blinking slowly before turning to satoru just in time to see him nodding. "since when."
"since," shoko says, pulling out her phone and scrolling through some messages. she hums when she finds what she's looking for, turning the screen to show you a message from satoru three months back saying "they said yes". "three months ago according to this text."
"what?" you repeat, shaking your head lightly to try and gather your thoughts.
"yeah," satoru says quietly, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he lets go of your hand. "i asked you out on a date."
"no, you didn't," you say in response, turning your body to face him.
"yes, i did," he insists, running a hand through his hair before pointing to shoko's phone. "three months ago. lunch at the cafe, remember?"
"you asked me to eat lunch with you. you never said it was a date!"
"oh, i didn't?" he asks, head tilting slightly to the side as he tries to remember.
"no!"
"oops!"
"what do you mean 'oops!'," you hiss, leaning back in your seat as you cross your arms. "this entire time i've been dealing with my feelings for you only to find out that you've been telling people we've been together this entire time!"
"well is it too late to ask you to accept all our hangouts these past few months as dates?" he asks cheekily, grinning at your confession. you huff at his words, softening slightly when he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. "please?"
"fine," you mutter, squeaking when he leans up to press a kiss to your cheek. the laughs from shoko and suguru remind you that the two of you aren't alone, and you feel your cheeks heat up when the realization that they've witnessed everything hits.
"well," you start, raising your gaze to finally address shoko's original comment about your (new?) relationship. your breath catches in your throat when satoru lifts your joined hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and earning a smug smile from suguru. "i gotta say, i'm also very glad that the two of us are dating."
satoru snorts at your words, and you roll your eyes as he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. his gaze doesn't leave you as he speaks, even though his words are also in response to shoko.
a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.
w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰
Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️
[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]
The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.
On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.
Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?
And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Satoru gapes.
Was it really December 7th?
He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?
But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.
He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.
“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.
Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.
He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.
“Oh, my god. Satoru!”
He winks. “The one and only baby.”
Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.
“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.
“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”
You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.
“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.
“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”
“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.
“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”
You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”
Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.”
“Not if I eat it first!”
taglist:
@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo
let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world
Summary: Gojo like you a lot and there’s nothing his not willing to do to prove it. (Based on seven video by Jungkook)
Warnings: Fluff, kinda funny, language.
You couldn’t take it anymore, if you received one more bouquet or heard another serenade you were positive you would strangle yourself with your own hands.
The affections were endearing at the beginning from the phone calls checking on your well being to the random gifts that were left at your door. You enjoyed these actions from your admirer, but slowly but surely things became a bit to excessive and now you were dealing with having him trying to gain your attention and affection nearly every second.
Monday
“Satoru Gojo”
You said picking up your phone for what felt like the 100th time that hour alone.
“Yes I’m in my room” you replied as you prepared yourself to have another 3 hour conversation with the him on the phone.
Until a light bulb flickered in your brain as your brain had summoned every single brain cell of yours to come up with an excuse.
“Sorry I can’t talk Gojo, I have to attend a dinner with my family” you lied praying that he would believe it.
And whatever deity had heard your prays. Satoru had ate up your lie, as he said his farewells but just as he was about to put down he had asked a question that had your remaining brain cells to come up with another believable lie.
“What restaurant you guys eating at?”
Panic painted on your face, it was almost like he knew you were lying and was testing how far you would go to make yourself sound convincing.
“Urhm that new steak house. Steak Raffiné”
You lied making up some restaurant that sounded somewhat fancy. And you were so grateful that Gojo was not the sharpest tool in the shed as he once again believed your lie, as he bid his farewell and put down the call.
Taking a deep breath as you savoured your moment of peace and tranquility as you finally had a moment to yourself.
Finally being able to take in your surroundings not having to worry about Satoru pawing at you and trying to take pictures of you at every moment.
You had missed the buzz of street life that Tokyo had to offer as you read sign after sign.
Steak Raffiné
You read as you internally laughed as you little white lie was somehow true, but you stayed in Tokyo and you didn’t put it pass anyone in Tokyo to name their business after something that you had literally made up on the spot. Taking a moment to take in the sign until something else caught your attention through the large glass window of the restaurant.
At the far end of restaurant sat none other than Gojo holding up his menu directly over his face with his white hair peaking over as he glanced pass the menu every few seconds to stare at the restaurant door hoping he’d see you walk in.
You bit on your tongue knowing you had to make you lie become somewhat truth as you knew that if Gojo found out you were lying he would follow you everywhere more than he already does.
You walked into the restaurant asking for a table for three as you pretended that your parents were going to come.
And like clock work you heard someone walk over to you.
“Oh my gosh (Y/N)-chan is that you, I didn’t even know you were going to be here what a coincidence” Gojo said as he starred into your eyes with his cerulean ones
“Yeah it’s not like I mentioned it or anything” you said quietly saying the last part.
“Well it seems your family must be late, how about I join you while you wait. In fact why don’t I join you guys cause you know the more the merrier” Gojo said sitting down with a massive smile.
Tuesday
“I’m telling you Shoko he ordered everything from the menu and we stayed till closing time nearly as he wanted to meet my parents and then I had to lie and say they forgot or something” you said as you placed your shirt into the washing machine of your laundry mat.
“Well that’s what you get for lying” Shoko said as she laughed at your predicament.
“Why don’t you just tell him you tired of his antics” she added.
“You don’t think I’ve tried that, it’s like I can never catch a break”
“Sorry can I use some of your detergent?”
A person beside you asked as you handed it over as you continued your rant.
“It’s like at every turn his there, I could literally turn around and his- ”
“Thank you”
The person replied as you spin around to grab it
“There” you said finishing your sentence only to be looking into the face none other than Satoru Gojo who had the biggest grin.
“Hi (Y/N)-chan” he said with a beaming smile.
“It’s crazy I didn’t even know you go here to this laundry mat it’s not like Shoko told me or anything” he said speeding past the last part.
“Yeah I’m sure she didn’t”
As Shoko walked out the laundry to coincidentally take a smoke.
You watched as Gojo pretended to know how to work the washing machine as you felt the floor below you get wetter and wetter as Gojo slowly began to flood the laundry mat.
Wednesday
Quickly you rushed to the train station hoping you weren’t being tailed by your number one admirer. As you checked your surroundings for the white haired man, taking a sigh of relief when you entered the train to be the only one sitting on it. Closing your eyes enjoying the ride back home.
As you drifted off to sleep unaware of time until your heard the tracks coming to a painstaking screech causing your eyes to open only to look out the window to be met with Satoru standing on the platform with a massive sign with the words, Miss you ! , written boldly catching the eyes of many.
And now taking a sigh of regret you exited the train preparing yourself to be bombarded by Gojo.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to go home with you but I made it to get to where you get off” he said giving you a massive hug as he spun you around.
Thursday
“He got to the platform before me Nanami” you said to the blonde male as you walked on the pavement of the busy business day.
“Like how is that even possible if he was to busy to come with … like he must have some superpower”
“Some six sense” Nanami said with a slight laugh as he listened to you complain.
And even you had to admit it was almost like he did have a six sense knowing exactly where you’d be and what exactly he needed to do that would irritate you.
And like your words were magic the minute you had mentioned him he seemed to appear as you watched Gojo wave at you and Nanami with a big toothy smile from the other side of the pavement as he crossed the road not noting the cars in the busy street.
You watched as Gojo kept his smile even as you heard the screeching of tires and the loud bang as you watched Gojo become one with a colliding car.
“Gojo !”
Friday
“Family and friends we are gathered here to witness the last journey of our departed Satoru Gojo. A kind man who gave his best to others, trying his utmost to shower everyone with love and some with even more”
You listened to the preachers words as you wiped your tear filled eyes.
You couldn’t believe it the once irritation of your life was gone forever never to bother you again, and you prayed that by some miracle that he would come back and bother you once more even if it meant he would be stuck to your hip forever.
“Gojo was a devoted man, loyal, charismatic, extremely handsome, rich and tall … very tall” the preacher continued his words catching you slightly off guard as you scrunched your face.
“His passing will leave our hearts with an empty space. For those who wish may now say their final farewells to this devilishly handsome man”
You stood up getting in line along with the others, patiently waiting for your turn as you took in these last moments.
Finally reaching the front as you started down to the corpse of the man whose affections smothered you and you secretly loved.
Tears streaming down your face as you looked at him, it was almost as if he was asleep.
“Gojo… I know you’ve been trying to give me all your affections and I’ve been being cold and distant - and I’m sorry” you blubbered out.
“I really am going to miss you, I’m going to miss you showering me with your affection. I don’t know who will go out of their way to find out where I am and what I’m doing, i don’t know who will send hot curry to my house at 3 am when I’m hungry” you said as you bit down on a slight laugh trying to suppress anymore tears sleeping.
“I just want you to know that I love you Satoru Gojo, I always have and always will. Please forgive me. Please” you cried out as you hung your head low with eyes shut as you gripped hard into his casket.
The sounds of your sons drowning out all noise that was until you heard a familiar voice.
“Oh (Y/N)-chan you’re forgiven” the white haired man said as he now sat upright in his casket like some horror movie scene, causing some people to gasp in horror and even having heard as someone fainted in the background
You eyes now wide as you starred up at him.
“And I love you too” Gojo added as he booped your nose for further affect of his words.
Pure hot rage flowed through you as a loud slapping noise echoed throughout the room as your hand at landed straight on Gojo cheek causing him to his in pain as you turned on your heels leaving.
Saturday
The loud winds from the storm caused branches to brush against your window as you sat in your room, anger still clear on your brow.
“I can’t believe that fucking idiot pretended to be dead. The next time I see him I’m going to kill him with my own hands” you said through gritted teeth as you relayed your frustration to Geto.
“And then he still had the nerve to say he forgives me”
“Whoever was driving that car I wish they had knocked him over harder so that he was really dead” You finished as you bit down hard on the slice of pizza you were eating at.
Finally calming down from your fit of rage to see the expression of Geto painted with guilt.
“And why do you look like that?” You questioned feeling as another wave of anger was about to hit.
“I may or may not have been the one driving the - Urhm - car that hit Saturo” Geto said as he scratched the back of his neck with a laugh, hoping to not be one of the victims of your murder”
“The two of you planned this” you shouted.
“You’re both pyschos” you said storming out of your dorm room as you headed outside to try and get some fresh air.
“Damn she left me alone with an unattended pizza, it would be a shame if I let her eat cold pizza” Geto said as he began to devour the food.
You fit of rage had not helped you to remember to bring a jacket, as you now stood huddled against a wall in a nothing but a short sleeve top trying to maintain some of your body heat.
You had finally gotten yourself to calm down again, taking deep breathes to get yourself to a normal heart rate again.
And just as you head gotten your breathing correct you looked over the to see none other than Satoru Gojo holding onto a lamp post as the wind blew him back.
“(Y/N), I came to apologise” he shouted as he held on for dear life.
“I hope the wind snaps your legs like a twig” you shouted back showing him the finger as you walked away from the sight
“(Y/N)-chan, please wait” Gojo shouted as he lost his grip causing him to fly back as he let out a girlish scream.
Sunday
The week was finally over, and the weather had cleared over night. Allowing today to be sunny and peaceful with no raging winds.
Taking the signs of your peaceful morning as an omen for you to enjoy your day. Deciding on going to a rooftop garden cafe that you had been wanting to go to for ages.
You sat a top of one of Tokyo’s tallest buildings as you took in the beautiful scenery. The different coloured flowers splayed all over the cafe.
Taking a deep inhale of your coffee as you were about to take a sip, but just as your lips met the cup you heard the gasps of the others in the cafe as they turned to look out the window you sat adjacent of.
There stood none other than Satoru Gojo on a blank as he was once again holding for dear life to the rope that kept the blank to the crane.
With a bouquet in hand as he began to shout out for you.
“(Y/N)-chan take this as my formal apology. I’m sorry for all the distress I have caused you this week. Please take it in your heart to forgive me” you looked at him as you felt your fists begin to ball, already knowing your answer as you were about to shout it till you heard the a women next to speak.
“He must love you a lot to do something like this. My boyfriend won’t even say sorry for any mistake he made” she said to you.
“Well trust me the things his done this week don’t need any forgiveness, his harassed me non-stop” you said as you now turned towards the women ignoring the dangling Gojo.
“Well if his been trying to gain your attention whole week it means he must be very dedicated towards you” another woman chimed in.
“That’s so hard to come by these days” you heard someone in the back say.
“Ladies let’s not bombard this young lady with our opinions” an elderly woman said as she looked over at the women and then at you.
“If his going above and beyond for you heart then he must really like you, it’s seldom that many care so for this young man to be putting in this much effort then he has really shown his worth. But if you feel that his nothing more than a nuisance and be honest with him and let him give this attention to a woman who will be able to reciprocate it. That’s just some words from an aged woman” the elderly lady said to you before she went back to sipping her tea.
You looked at Gojo with that toothy smile on his face and his eyes painted with hope at your forgiveness.
“I forgive you” you said as loud as you could without it being shouting. Causing the young man to let go of the rope for a split second that nearly caused him to slip which made you laugh as his careless behaviour.
Gesturing with your hand for him to meet your downstairs.
You exited the building to see none other than Saturo Gojo standing at the bottom with his hand held out as you merrily accepted it.
“So you love me huh” Gojo teased as the two of you began to walk.
“Like” you corrected him.
“That’s not what you said he other day”
“Don’t push it Saturo”
“Okay my bad baby … I like you too, (Y/N), a lot.”
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I had so much fun writing this. I hope you liked it <3
stepping back and making a distance from your boyfriend who is close to inhaling your cheek like a black hole. the white haired man whines, his hair deflating with a pout in his face like he was a child denied with candy in a store.
“satoru, behave. you're in the presence of your students and mine. set a good example for them.” you scolded him. glancing at the students who where at the school grounds waiting for the schedules to be brought up. flipping the papers clipped in the clipboard to check their activities for the incoming battle royale and training regimes.
“i love when you're strict (y/n)-chan~” he sing-sang. his face bright and there's a comical blush visible in his cheeks and in the background it looks like someone set up a green screen for the flowers and what looks like glitter sparkling in the background.
you sigh. satoru couldn't act like at his age but you love that side of him but sometimes it made you want to cry from how he distracts you in front of the students. their image of you turning into a less serious one due to satoru's antics and get often teased about it.
the first years stared at you two. they think you were so fed up with their teacher's antics that you were so close at beating up his ass which is true. a little. but yes.
“(y/n)-sensei and gojo-sensei are really going at it.” yuuji mused. staring in awe at his two teachers, two polar opposites. “keh, i'll pay good money to watch (y/n)-sensei punch gojo-sensei.” nobara added. the brunette waiting for some action to happen and she's going to be blessed.
you thought satoru would be done with his antics but no. you were wrong. the moment you dropped your guard down came the rikugan and limitless holder snaking his arms to your soft middle immediately. pressing you against his back and before you could squirm his other hand cupping your soft jaw to meet his lips. his soft, pink lips parted slightly before opening fully and engulfing your cheek in one massive bite.
chomp!
you let out a silent gasp before biting your lower lip to muffle the sound threatening to spill from your lips. “mmm....” gojo hums. a satisfying noise of contentment in his part while he nibbles your supple cheek like it was the softest mochi he ever tasted.
your mind generating a thousand ways to beat gojo and how to forget this had ever happened in front of people, your students nonetheless. such a inappropriate sight for the youngsters to see. you didn't dare to meet their gazes.
the first years, a disgusted look mixed with pity as they watch you get the worst kind of pda anyone can experience. kissing they can take it but sucking on someone's cheek — it's weird.
“thank you for the meal.” he says as he completely detaches his lips from your cheek. his hold on you loosening. a big smile in his face after the nibbles and sucking your cheek. you look at him in disbelief. your cheek covered in his saliva.
“eugh.” you grimaced. wiping your cheek with the back of your palm. “i'm done with you.” he heard you say and he dramatically reached out to you. pinching your cheeks and you slapped it away. “you're not.” he reasons out. “i'm serious.” you deadpan at him. “you're (y/n). not serious.” unfucking believable. he pouts at you and your fist met his shoulder. bypassing his infinity and followed by a kick. oops. your eyes widens as he dropped in the ground.
“that hurts!” itadori exclaims. biting his fist and as a man he knows how painful it was to be kicked in the nuts. not that he experienced it.
nobara's eyes twinkles. fists pumping in the air. deserved. it's funny how the strongest sorcerer alive — the holder of six eyes and limitless is on his knees. clutching his part where you kicked him.
“oh fuck, satoru. i didn't mean to.” you immediately comfort him. rubbing his shoulder to ease the pain. it didn't help with the pain but you felt guilty about it. you didn't mean to kick him in that part.
“are you taking back the "i'm done with you part"?” he asks you and you nodded. not giving the question about the thought. “yeah. i'm sorry.” you murmur. “kiss me.” he requested in which you complied. pressing a kiss to his forehead. even he's like this — you love him.
it was too late before you realize he was faking it. he started giggling and you roll your eyes at him. falling for his antics again. “i can't believe you!” you stand up, huffing. picking up the clipboard and gojo is quick to call you. “(y/n), it's true. it really hurts.” he says. wincing a bit and you gave him a side eye.
“next time, it's going to be real and i'm doing it hard.” you warned him and gojo just laugh at you. draping his arms around you. “you love me though.” unfortunately, it's true. you can't deny that.
the trio stared at you two. it looks like they'll be having second thoughts if they're given a shot in having a relationship. hopefully, it's not weird as their teachers.
