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GUYS PLS SEND ME IDEAS FOR A SMAU!!
fandoms I will do:
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if you want me to do any fandoms that are not listed on here your request will probably take me awhile to do cuz I’ll be busy learning abt that fandom!
Wait I just read your hetalia smau you’re an actual angel for this thank you for opening my eyes to what we COULD have
This actually means a lot to me!! Since English is not my native languag I worry my writing isn’t good 😓
I haven’t seen a single Hetalia smau so I made one
ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE/FIRST LANGUAGE
YOU CAN'T TELL ME IM WRONG!!!
THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING!!!
Would you maybe write TDLOSK headcannons with a fem reader who just like...really likes bugs? Like the anatomy, behavior, everything about them and they like to ramble about random bug facts? Mainly Saiki, Aren and maybe Kaido :3
TDLOSK Headcanons!
Reader who loves bugs. Characters: Aren Kuboyasu, Shun Kaidou, Kusuo Saiki Genre: crack, fluff, headcanons. Cw: bugs. Bug violence. Possibly ooc. Not sure how accurate the bug info is. Can't believe I just searched 'Japanese cockroach.' Mentions of violence in general. Can you tell I have a favourite. Sound off in the comments below!!!!! Wc: 2.4k (differs pp).
Aren Kuboyasu:
My boy.
He finds out about your interest when he hears a scream from the classroom beside him.
He rushes inside, ready to fight what he assumed was a gangster terrorising the school... for some reason.
Only to be met with a bunch of students gathered around in a circle.
Somehow, he came to the conclusion that they were gathering around a dead body, that was placed there by a gangster... for some reason.
His sense of urgency doesn't waver away after he realises that it was just a cockroach, a very, very big cockroach. He was even taken a back by how scarily large it was. Was that normal?
Everyone around him was screaming at each other to squash it. Even Aren was pushed closer. Apparently it was because he had a 'dangerous vibe.'
He stepped closer, preparing the soles of his foot. Raising it up, and just before he could step down on it. He saw a cup placed over it.
He looked further and saw you.
You carefully placed a paper under the cup, nudging the bug to crawl on it.
You stood up, the students around you yelling to just kill it.
You rolled your eyes, "for theses types of roaches, if you step on it, it lets out a really gross smell. Like, really gross."
The people around you started to yell but for a different reason. To hurry up and toss it outside so it doesn't stink up the place.
That basically got him interested in you.
He followed you outside the school, placing the cup and paper down on the floor and watching it scurry away.
He was confused as to why you insisted on saving the bug rather than just ending it's life.
Of course, Aren's a lot more familiar with violence. If he sees anything dangerous, his first instinct is to kill now and ask later.
The next time he sees you, you were way too engrossed in a book. He didn't have much to do, so he just watched you.
He saw you flip a page, meeting you with a huge picture of a centipede. Not only that, but arrows showing you each body part and anatomy of it.
That made him really curious.
He marched up towards you, and pointed to the picture.
You looked at him confused, wondering if he was interested in bugs like you were.
"Do you like that because you find the unsettling interesting?" He questions you, interrogates you. Eyeing you up and down as if your interest in the creepy crawly was because you were also interested in something much darker.
In his mind, he associates bugs with corpses. Soil and rotting flesh. Ants crawling across a grave, and a worm crawling out of the eyes of a skeleton.
"Uhh, no.. I just think they're cute." You raise an eyebrow, unsure what he wanted of you.
Oh, right.
Right, yeah, no, right.
He forgot that not everyone was living in the same world as him.
He had to remind himself that what he saw as dangerous, wouldn't even cross other people's mind as so.
"Oh."
The both of you just stared at each other.
"Would you... like to read with me...?" You questioned, unsure how to progress the conversation. He just nods and sits down.
Aren isn't really scared of bugs like other people are.
Besides, there are a lot of things that are much more disturbing that he's seen before.
Aren wouldn't kill a bug unless it was bothering him; flying in front of him and buzzing around in his ear.
Despite what everyone else might think, when he kills a bug, he wouldn't go do it in a super violent way. He'd give it a good smack with whatever heavy object he could find. To make it quick and painless. He even goes to bow right after to ensure that it's treated with respect for the afterlife.
He finds your bug ramblings so ridiculously cute. He loves how happy you sound whenever you talk on and on about things that you were so knowledgeable about.
He's also really amused that you could just.. remember all of that.
He has his own interesting, well, interests. And he doesn't really understand why you would be interested in something that a lot of people see as scary.
Sometimes he correlates it himself.
That a lot of people see him as scary but you don't. And maybe that's why you enjoy hanging out with him so much.
"You know, the reason that we're so afraid of bugs is because their movements, shapes, and colours set off warnings in our brains and creep us out." You tell him as the both of you walked along the hallway. Another one of those giant cockroaches appeared again in the classroom.
"Also the fact that they have more than two legs and that the legs are as small as sticks, it triggers people to feel physically itchy just from looking at it." You were seemingly getting lost in your own thoughts, ever so often muttering facts about the specific bug that you just saw.
"You don't feel physically itchy when looking at them?" He asks, focused on the way your face contorted. You shook your head.
"Well... I just notice how beautiful they are, rather than how.. gross a lot of people make them out to be." You smile, adjusting your footing to catch up with him.
"Don't get me wrong, I do agree that a lot of them don't look aesthetically pleasing, but under that, they're just trying to get by." You explain, simple as so. "There's something so beautiful in the way that they mean well, they just happen to look intimidating."
Yeah, he can definitely correlate it to himself.
"Also, they're just trying to live, y'know? The poisonous ones attack humans because humans seem threatening to them." You looked at him while you tell him that. In a way, you could see Aren to be a bug. If that even makes sense.
Aren means well. People just can't see that. You can though, definitely.
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Shun Kaidou:
Kaidou's the one that screams whenever he sees a bug.
When he sees one, his brain goes off, he grabs whatever's closest to him, and starts smacking that bug senseless.
He tries to convince himself that bugs are sent by the Dark Reunion to spy on him so that he can hide his actual fear, and his denial about it.
He figures out about your interest in bugs when he's in the park, doing whatever bullshit he usually does.
He accidentally steps on a singular ant and in a split second, he finds himself in a pile of angry ants.
He's panicking, he's yelling.
You show up, tap him on the shoulder. He yells.
"Hey," you point at the mini creatures beneath him.
"So, ants have this thing where they lay down a pheromone trail, and these trails are still prevalent even after the ant is dead. And these pheromones attract other ants because they follow the scent trail."
He stares at you, blinks once, and then yells again.
Deadass thinks you're a witch casting a spell on him. Nothing you just said was processing in his noggin.
"The more you kill them, the more you attract their friends." You conclude, letting out a sigh.
"Oh." He just stops stomping on them, and takes a big step back.
And because it's him, he falls in love with you instantly. How? Because you laughed sweetly at him.
This is where he spirals.
He follows you around discreetly (not) and spies on you whenever you're busy reading up on your info.
You notice him, because of course you do.
Eventually you just set your book down and call him over.
"You need something?"
"No!"
You let him stick around anyway.
He realises your love for those little thingies and so he asks you tons of questions every three seconds.
"Why are spiders so yucky looking? Not that I'm scared of them or anything!" He's literally looming over you because of how fascinated he is with how much you know about these things.
"Spiders are only 'yucky looking' to us. Just because they're different and not what we're used to."
"But what about centipedes?"
"Same thing."
"Caterpillars?"
"Still the same thing."
I feel like Kaidou would NEVER make fun of you for having such a 'weird' interest, because has has definitely had a weird interest himself.
My guess is crystals.
He loves it when you'd ramble to him. Only to him.
He's obsessed with the way your voice flows nicely through his ears. It's like white noise for him.
And he's super protective of it too.
We all know that when he's down, he's down BAD. He gets super jealous whenever you'd ramble to someone else.
For a while he'd think that your extensive knowledge is some kind of superpower. Like how when he takes his bandage off, he gets all super crazy and whatever.
He's just so obsessed with the way you're so passionate about bugs.
That something as simple as that makes you so happy and brings you so much joy.
He'll hang around whenever you stop by a terrarium, he'll try his best not to get disgusted though, because he doesn't want to break your spirits.
"Here." He shoves a small box to your hands. Wiping off his palms onto his pants frantically. The box had tiny, tiny holes on the top.
You reach to open it, which makes him rush to you. "No no, open it in like, in your lab or something." He scratches the back of his head. "Not cause I'm scared or whatever." He mutters.
"Kaidou, what is this?" You ask him. He gives you a sheepish smile.
"It's uh... a Mo--" he scrambles, "Mownark butterfly?" He stutters, racking his brain on how to pronounce it.
Your eyes light up. Something that he wishes he could burn to the back of his brain. "A monarch butterfly??" You yell out excitedly.
"Well, it's not a butterfly, it's like a caterpillar." He points to the box once again. It gave him the absolute creeps the first time he looked at it to gift it to you.
The only reason he got it for you in the first place was because you mentioned that you used to own one when you were younger. And that she had died years ago. Something that devastated you.
"You said you wanted one." He added once again.
He's a broke boy, but he's willing to do what he can to make your days happier (and to make you like him more).
And his plan was a success. You practically lunged towards him, engulfing him in a hug.
"Woah---!" He turned into a bright pink. A blushing and stuttering mess.
"That means a lot Kaidou!" You beamed up at him.
Mission success.
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Kusuo Saiki:
We all know this guy hates bugs.
The last time he saw a cockroach, he made every distant moon blow up.
He's standing there, in shock, eyes wide and staring at the eight legged insect standing idly on top of his table.
He was damn near using his powers to slam his table onto the wall and blow up another building.
Imagine his gratitude towards you when you save him from a nasty spider.
You didn't even do much besides lifting it up by one of it's many leg and placing it out the window. Watching it run off and closing it for good measure.
Dusting your hands off. You sit back on your table and resume doing your schoolwork, like it was nothing.
The entire rest of the class, he's staring at the back of your head like you grew a second one.
Dude, he thinks you're a superhero by now.
He's also observing the way you're looking out at the window, it's even more surprising when he takes a peek into your mind.
'Where did that little arachnid run off to.'
What? You were searching for that thing?? Were you interested in it or something?
-- A mental gasp --
Were you one of those people that enjoys insects?
Well, whatever. Either way, you saved his life (an over exaggeration). And you also saved the universe from being blown up.
And he owes you deeply.
Naturally, he's going to keep a close eye on you.
For a very long while, he just goes into your thoughts and finds even more fascinating things about yourself.
You're just very descriptive about nearly every being that he would cause the second coming because.
'Just imagine if I have get a beetle blister. That would suck.'
That really would.
He hears your ramblings through your mind before you could say it to him.
Any fact that you say to him, he already knew way before you.
He still lets you go on though, because he likes seeing you find joy in being heard.
Because of his less than social behaviour, he doesn't really respond much, if anything, at all.
If he's particularly generous, he'll very discreetly drift your attention to the pavement, and a very conveniently placed Japanese trapdoor snail.
Where did that come from? Who knows.
Maybe it's a miracle of nature.
"If you get bit by a beetle, the venom that they let out forms really bad blisters." You're really just ranting to yourself. You don't even know if he's listening, he probably isn't at this point.
"And it lasts for hours, even weeks..." you're pondering to yourself at this point. One would think that you yourself had gotten bit.
You glanced at him, lingering your gaze at the way he seemed like he wasn't listening in the slightest. You stopped talking, worried that you might be chasing off another person yet again.
He was listening. He's always listening, of course.
Normally, he wouldn't care if he unintentionally hurt someone's feelings (or so, he'd like to believe). He's just not very keen about his responses.
The entire time you've been talking, he's been staring at the ground, at the soil. Trying to find whatever insect it is that you seem worthy enough to fawn over. Which is all of them. But he wanted to find one good enough without having to conjure it up with his powers.
Eventually, he spotted an Asian lady beetle standing idly on a leaf. He lifted his hand to point at it.
The second you saw it, you could feel your eyes physically lighten up.
"No way!" You immediately rushed to it, grabbing Saiki by the arm and dragging him with you. "I thought they were only legally allowed to be in farms or gardens because they're good for pest control..?"
That's a good point. He should've thought about that before purposefully walking the both of you to somewhere sunny.
Whoops.
At least you're happy though.
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(Guy who still misses Junpei) Anyone else still miss Junpei guys
All the shades of Megumi:
Megumini:
Gumi:
Megumi:
Megumi Fushiguro:
HOLY FUCKING SHIT:
We need to free him
────⟢ loving 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 meant loving something that burns, but you’re willing to take it all for the boy you adore so much. teen!suguru implied. gn!reader. teen!reader. eepyguru. fluff and comfort. highly highllllyyyyyy self indulgent. </3 happy birthday, my baby who’s helped me through so much. -> a very personal piece, despite being written in 13 ish minutes. LMAO
the sun had a favourite child.
and all the gods could glare and gasp, but that wouldn’t change a thing. fire had always been selfish, even if it smeared its too fast heart with the ashes it left behind.
(no, the burn was enough to do it all over again. without a second thought.)
you’d think it would take all the stars above to become the sun’s favourite. that the galaxies themselves would dissolve into cosmic sorrow at the thought of something that shines so bright merely existing. that all the clouds would shy away, enviously sparing such warmth bittersweet glances whilst the saccharine slivers of light embraced what was truly theirs.
but 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 was only a boy.
and yet, something more— so much more that your chest aches with something so full that your hands feel hollow. silly you, who told you to fall in love with a forest fire?
then again, suguru doesn’t just burn— he consumes. truly and utterly. fire takes all, it spares no one. and you? you’re just a fawn in the wake of his warmth, basking in something that’s more than enough to scorch you.
(but he doesn’t.)
not because he shouldn’t— but because he dare not to. steady hands ground your own; singed fingertips gasping in protest— but you’ve never so . . . mellow. like a dying out bonfire, sucking in dewy breaths.
suguru, suguru, suguru.
(your suguru.)
“. . what’s wrong?” you watch, eyes widening when he stirs— eyebrows furrowing in the same way it always does. “. .wh—. . haaah, you okay?”
oh, shit. did you actually say that loud?
“nothing’s wrong,” a soft hum leaves the back of your throat— and a selfish little part of yourself you keep tucked away wants him to stay like this forever, “go back to sleep.” content. wanted.
suguru’s voice tries to catch onto your own, a little heavier as it’s laced with sleep. but his syllables still catch your own, cradling them so softly— even when he’s like this, half asleep with tangled sheets strewn aside and the evening sun kissing his face.
and so, you cradle them right back— hands wrapping around his head, nose finding its way back home to his temple. a soft brush of your lips, just one— and that’s all he needs to pull you back into the fire once again.
although, the burning trees have died down to something much more tamed— a firefly amidst the tips of your sunlit strands, whispering your name and his in a voice you’re sure you’ve heard before.
“. . love you,” says suguru. you raise a brow at the impetuousness— only for your poor little heart to squeeze in its too small cage when you realise that he’s still asleep. “. . love you, love. . you.”
(suguru, suguru, suguru.)
“. . i love. . i love you too,” your lips find his temple again— but this time, they stay, unafraid to cradle the sun that shines so bright. your sun that shines so bright.
(your suguru.)
maybe the fireflies whispered to him your message in the place of his dreams— because suguru’s lips form a barely there smile. soft, like the wispy flames of a distant star. it flickers, but stays forever, even when he doesn’t.
and behind him, the sun sets, smiling an envious, bittersweet smile at your warmth that burnt so much more than their own— leaving behind their child to your love.
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Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
Pep talk
SUPERSTAR ! — GOJO SATORU
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re paired with gojo to go exorcise a special grade curse way too close to school, unaware that it’s not for the reason you thought, not for the safety of the people, but instead a direct attack. you’re only half-glad it worked out though.
tags: canon!gojo x special grade!reader, non-canon compliant, some talk about technique, case fic, lots of tension, angst, hurt/comfort, thinking it’s unrequited, flirty gojo, best friends to mehh to lovers (you feel like it’s enemies to lovers, it isn’t), idiots in love. for @hotties4gojo ‘s 1k event, congrats again love<3 wc: 12k
“it’s ridiculous.” you whine for the fifth time as you and gojo walk out of the mochi shop, shaking your head.
“very.” he agrees absentmindedly like he always does and you don’t mind. you like speaking your mind and whether or not he’ll listen never really mattered as long as you said what you wanted to.
“stupid, really.”
“for sure.” he repeats, licking his fingers clean and taking his phone out of his pocket to text ijichi.
“i mean, the cruse is a special grade, you can take that down in your sleep.”
he hums, picking the phone up to his ear as he agrees. “of course i can.”
“exactly! it’s like they’re stupid at this point. why am i even going? there’re no civilians, it’s a special grade that you can exorcise in less than a second and i really wanted to go to my friend’s birthday party.” at this point you’re whining and you don’t even care. gojo does a great job of letting you go on however long you want, until ijichi picks up and he tells him where the two of you are so he can pick you two up. he hangs up and notices your pout. “can’t you try with them?”
“oh come on, it’ll be fun.” he smiles, pocketing his phone and putting an arm around your shoulder. you quickly slap his chest.
“didn’t you hear what i said? what about this is fun? all i’m gonna do is watch you snap your fingers and kill the damn thing and then i went for no reason.”
he chuckles a little, letting you go, “it can be good practice for you. its very strong, i can let you do the work if you want.” that’s usually what gojo does anyway, he’ll very rarely exorcise curses himself, he never even goes with partners anymore. which is why this is so confusing! gojo’s missions are always issued by the higher ups so he can supervise, never to help, but the way they worded it to the two of you was sending you right back to your tech days, when you, shoko and gojo would be sent off to god knows where every few days.
“that’s not what yaga said,” i mumble, “he said we should ‘work together’.” you let out an exasperated sigh, “since when do you need a partner! if anything, i’d slow you down.” you’re not self deprecating by any means, you’re strong as hell and you’re proud of it, you love teaching the students and they always tell you how much they love watching your technique, but the truth is, next to satoru, every sorcerer to ever exist just looks weak. and you’re not an exception. anything you’ve ever done in minutes, he’s done in a second.
and you’re not jealous, he’s your best friend and you’ve known him since you were thirteen, you’re happy he’s the strongest, but it brings you back to your dilemma, why the fuck are you about to waste hours of you life on a mission with him!
he watches you for a second. he didn’t know you’d care this much, honestly. when yaga assigned the mission and worded it like it was a joint mission instead of gojo helping you improve your technique in training, he couldn’t care less. an exorcism is an exorcism whether he has the company of his best friend or not. and you are. his best friend, that is. he always jokes that you’re the last two standing.
“that’s not true.” he mumbles as ijichi pulls in. “c’mon, if we go now we’ll finish faster and you can catch the birthday party.”
you aggressively shake your head as you let him open the door for you. “we can’t, they said we go tomorrow—”
“you scared?” he teases, getting in next to you.
“no, asshole, i just don’t wanna get in trouble.”
he shrugs, giving ijichi a nod that makes him sigh but he pulls onto the road anyway. gojo faces you. “you won’t.” and when he says it, even if you can’t see his eyes, you know they’re staring into your eyes.
before the blindfold, there were the small glasses. back before everything changed, before you watched gojo become a shell of who he was, he used to wear the ridiculous circular glasses and they were mostly because his eyes blinded other people, not because his six eyes blinded him. now, he can’t get anywhere without the blindfold, it helps him focus his technique better when there’s no immediate threat, but the downside is that you don’t get to see his eyes anymore. not even occasionally.
the only times he does remove it is when you’re all in a high risk situation and you don’t exactly have time to stop and smell the flowers when you’re minutes away from death. you miss his eys sometimes, they were scary, sure, but god, they were beautiful. a blue you’d never seen before and won’t ever find again, they pulled you in before anything else in gojo did.
“yeah.” you mumble, pulling your eyes away from his face and crossing your arms as you rest your back on the leather seat, biting your bottom lip between your teeth roughly, looking out the window.
you trust gojo with your life, you’d be stupid not to, but he’s also reckless. he goes into danger and figures out what to do later and that might be okay for him, with his limitless and all, but it won’t work with you rdinary folks who need to think and would rather go home alive. and you’ve argued with him about this before, but it’s no use. but if he’s pulling you there then it must be easy, right? how hard can a special grade curse be if you’re just gonna watch gojo exorcise it.
—
when you reach the location, it’s abandoned. huh, this really is the perfect place to train— oh fuck. your entire head pounds as you wince, your hand coming up to hold your forehead. shit, what is this thing? the energy is strong, enough that even gojo takes an inquisitory step forward. “huh.” is all he says. which is just— excuse me?
the factory’s more than just abandoned, it’s recked, half of the damn thing is collapsed, and if you look close enough, you can see inside. but it’s all fuzzy for some reason. “let’s go in then?” he asks you with a smirk and you have half a mind to slap it off of him but instead roll your eyes and walk in front of him, ignoring his out-stretched hand and he laughs as he walks with you.
ijichi calls after you to be safe and you’re about to thank him, ready to enter the factory, except you don’t get the chance because in less than a second, you feel it. a domain, only a feet after the school’s. damn it. it’s not that surprising that there’s one, it’s expected, what isn’t, is how strong it is.
you look over at gojo. “stronger than a normal special grade?” you ask. unlike other sorcerers, you don’t have an ego the size of japan. you walk into a situation and you evaluate, you don’t care if you’re the weakest one here, you need to think straight, you’ve won plenty of fights with evil much stronger by being smarter.
he nods, but only walks in further. the only thing that worries you is that in here, gojo’s limitless is useless. sure, he can block attacks because he can see them from miles away, but he’s touchable.
you take a breath, focusing. you just need to find out what it’s doing. a domain is pretty tame but this much cursed energy? it feels like it’s consuming you whole, like it’s penetrating your soul. its not a monster that’ll just show up, it’s everywhere, the second you stepped in.
just as you’re about to pick gojo’s brain, you hear a loud scream from inside. your eyes widen and you jump to run inside but before you could move, his hand is on your shoulder. “gojo—”
“recognise it?” you frown as his hand moves off you.
“recognise what? a woman’s scream?”
“i could recognise it anywhere.” what does that even mean? his lips pull up for just a second but you’re about to yell at him if he’s smirking at a girl— you hear it again, that time calling out a name you know too well. oh. “yeah, could be a trap.”
you highly doubt it. why would the curse use your own screams as a lure? you’re right here.
you take one look at where the sound is coming from and your eyes narrow. wait. you’re calling out shoko’s name, you remember that day. you remember that week. you quickly walk towards the noise, or you try to, but gojo stops you, a firm hand wrapped around your wrist. “wait. somethings not right.”
“yeah, i’m screaming.”
“it’s not you, you’re right here.”
“well, it was me!” you pull your arm away. “and you’d know that if you were there, but you weren’t.”
you can see it, he’s about to ask what the hell you’re talking about, but your next scream makes him pause. it’s his name. not gojo, not satoru, you’re calling out for ‘toru. you don’t call him that anymore, not since what happened. even if the two of you are the last two standing, you’re not exactly on the best of terms, not like you were when you were seventeen.
“let’s just… maybe it’ll help us figure out what this thing is.” you offer hesitantly before a cough rips out of you, “sorry,” you mumble, looking down at your arm, damn. this things strong. you’re already bleeding. but it’s nothing new. your technique makes sure of it.
“you’re bleeding?” he asks when he notices th blood splatters on your shirt’s sleeve. he grabs ahold of your chin and you roll your eyes as you put your tongue out for just a second so he can see the remnants of blood. he lets go but doesn’t comment, just lets you walk towards the screams.
this gojo is different to the one you see with the kids. who is also completely different to the one you saw with shoko and geto back when you were second years. you’ve seen so many phases of gojo, you’re not sure which one is your friend anymore, but you always take what you can get with him. it’s all you’ve ever done.
when you walk inside the industrial building… it’s not an industrial building? it’s you, doubled over in pain as you scream, god, you had no idea you were that loud, you’re on your knees, calling out gojo’s name. you remember that day, especially because it was barely a year ago. “this was recent.” he mumbles.
“it might not be a memory, could just be a stupid thing the curse is making up.” you argue even if it’s weak as hell, you already admitted that it’s a memory you remember outside, but now that you’re here, now that he’s going to see what’s about to happen, all of a sudden you’re more than sure that it isn’t real. “we should hi back—”
you’re cut off by itadori. he runs over to you, coming in from behind where you and gojo are standing next to each other. “sensai!” he kneels down next to you. “what happened?”
“damn it,” you say between coughs, blood spluttering all over the floor. “get— fuck— where’s fushigoro?”
“he’s exorcising the curse—”
“it’s a trap, go get him.”
“megumi? he’s—”
“gojo! call gojo!” you’re sure he starts to remember then, if not only from the look on his face. that you can’t see. well, you can feel it.
a year ago, when yuuji first found out he’s a vessel, you took him and fushigoro out on a mission. usually, they’d go with gojo since there’s a lot riding on the kid and he’s not exactly allowed to die, but he told the higher ups you’d do just as good of a job. and you didn’t.
yuuji got hurt that day, enough that sukuna was able to take over and you’ve never went on a mission with the kids since then, not yuuji anyway. when they found out it was a trap by some of sukuna’s followers, or whatever they were, it was too late. you told them to call for gojo, but he’s been busy. you have no idea with what, you’re not sure why could’ve been more important, but you know that he didn’t end up coming, instead, they sent nanami.
thankfully, the followers weren’t exactly the smartest special grades there were, so he easily took them down with all the information he had. and you would’ve done the same if you weren’t taken by surprise and protecting two kids. you’re stronger than nanami, for god’s sake, you just got beaten down.
but that’s not the worse of it, the thing that hurts the most was that you called for him. you hadn’t done that since… you wanna say in ten years. maybe back then you would’ve called for him if you need help because you know he’d be there, you could count on him, but now? you either die in peace or fight it yourself.
that day was emotional, you knew that if you died on the field, it wouldn’t be noble, it would be stupid, sukuna would be unleashed and the two kids you’ve grown to love would be dead within minutes. you were scared for the first time in a long time, it’s why you did it.
“let’s go back.” you say, tugging at his wrist as you start walking the oppisite direction but he’s not moving. “gojo, come on.”
“last year?”
“yes, it was last year. come on, we need to find out what we’re gonna do about this thing, we’re vulnerable in its domain.”
his lips part and you wait for him to say something, to explain, to argue, to tell you off, anything. but his lips pull back together and he turns his back to the memory.
when you’re out of the same door you came through, it looks exactly how you left it. okay, so some type of time manipulation? you can work with that. it’s energy is much more palpable inside the building so maybe it can’t do anything outside of it despite the domain spreading. if you try hard enough, you could find a spot from under where you could—
“no.” gojo says easily, “you’re not using your technique.”
you give him a deadpanned look. “are you insane?”
“you can’t.”
“i can feel it underneath us, if you help me, i’ll find it’s weak spot and—”
“no. it’s too risky, you wouldn’t be able to control it.”
you roll your eyes, “so what? i don’t know how to control half of the curses i obtain, i still try anyway.”
your technique is as much helpful as it is draining. you can copy cursed energy, sorcerers, curses, anything really that has cursed energy emitting, you’ll copy that exact same molecular structure and it’s yours to do with as you please. of course you have limitations, and one of those is that it can’t be too strong. which is why, for example, you could never try your technique with gojo, you’d explode. literally. from the inside out, your body wouldn’t be able to handle the changes too quickly too much and your dna would mutate too fast for you to handle.
you worked your way to grade 1 cursed energy barely. unlike other techniques close to yours, you don’t just copy what the person in front of you has, you change into it. everytime you use your technique, everytime you pour your own cursed energy into your hand to pull the other creature’s cursed energy, you change your entire body. your dna will slowly mutate like it’s a chronic cancer (only over a smaller amount of time) and you embody their energy. after too many changes, your dna starts forgetting what it looked like at first. which is why you’re more of a combative sorcerer, you only use your technique to improve and when it’s needed.
“it’s too strong.” there’s a finality in his voice that only the strongest can get away with and for no other reason than because he’s tried the most.
every sorcerer alive is strong in their own way and the only way they’ll get stronger is if they train their technique overtime, and so they do, you included, but there’s limitations. you have to eventually say that you need to stop here so you don’t die. gojo satoru has never faced that problem, he’s not scared of death, doesn’t tiptoe around it and definitely doesn’t let it determine how he uses his technique.
“whatever, i thought you said i could practice?”
“practice, not kill yourself.” he scoffs. “let’s go back in, it’s changing.”
“what’s chang—” you feel it, you feel your stomach drop as something changes, something is seriously wrong. it’s not playing with just time, it’s doing something to you. you have to physically stop yourself from coughing up any more blood while gojo’s standing as tall as ever, the only indication that he’s affected by the curse are his words, which you double over every time it starts manipulating the air around you. when it finally stops, you’re panting slightly. “that hurts.” you mumble, hand around your stomach.
gojo spares a glance back at you. “it’s wearing us down.” the ‘us’ of course is referring to you. “come on, i think i get what’s going on.”
good, then you can finally leave this godforsaken place. you’re a special grade sorcerer, you don’t usually look so weak next to gojo, and that’s because the two of you are never needed in the same place. not unless sukuna is out and even then, you’re a nicety.
but this curse, it’s different, you’re not sure what it is but something different. it’s playing with your body, more than just cursed energy. you cant counter it, and since you’re in its domain, you can’t block it. fuck. you walk in behind gojo and it’s another of your memories, this time, you’re much younger. much.
ten years younger.
it’s the day before it all went down, the day before suguru geto got assigned the one mission that would change the trajectory of your life, quite possible of the jujutsu world as you know it. until gojo killed him months ago, anyway.
“great.” you scoff, holding your head in your hands. “gojo, what’s happening? we’re not being attacked in here, it’s not changing so what is it doing?”
“let’s watch.” he says slowly, you’re sure his eyes are trained on the memory, it’s like you’re standing in it, like the two of you are right beside your body that’s laying down under the trees closest to your dorm. a book in hand. seconds later, geto walks over to you.
“hey,” he says softly and just his voice sends a pang through your chest. you could cry if your fight and flight wasn’t at full strength right now. “you good?”
“peachy. just gotta find a way to get out of my mission tomorrow.”
or maybe you could cry regardless.
for the first time in years, you don’t ask for permission, don’t wait for a comfortable moment, no, you grab satoru’s arm harshly and look up at him with pleading eyes. “let’s leave.”
his other hand comes up to his hair before he can speak, suguru’s voice cuts him off. “yeah? that bad?”
“horrible, i don’t know why they can’t send satoru, he’s plenty stronger.”
you pull him back into this moment. “gojo, please, let’s go.”
he lets you pull him back, if only because he doesn’t want to hear the rest of it. when the two of you step out of the building, you feel the change again, your insides shifting uncontrollably as you hold in a scream, doubling over in pain. damn it, damn it.
it stops suddenly and you fall to the ground in pants. “just end this.” you grit out at your friend, looking up at him in disdain. why is he stretching this out? “you can expand a domain, can you not?”
“for this?” he snorts, shaking his head. and truthfully, if the thing is so stupid then why the hell aren’t yoh home yet? “it’s not about getting out, the technique is interesting, i’ve never seen it before.”
“you know what i’ve never seen before? someone this calm while their supposed friend is coughing up blood on the floor.” you spit out the rest of the blood before helping yourself up and dusting your back. “fucking get us out of here or i will.”
“i told you it’s too strong for you to absorb.”
“i do more than just absorb, gojo.” like fight. you’re sure if you strike from the top, you’ll get a good hit, at least good enough that it’s technique starts failing, and if you know that then gojo does too. you should say that you trust he has a good reason for prolonging the mission, but the truth is, he’s done more on less, playing around with special grades just for fun. it’s his funeral, you’d rather not be apart of it.
“fine, just let me try one more time. stay here.” you scoff, crossing your arms.
“you’re a pain. whatever, get it over with.” he nods and walks back in, leaving you outside. except you’re no longer outside. you’re actually not sure where you are—
you don’t finish the thought because faster than you can feel it, something strikes at you from above, throwing you into the building and then back into the floor. you groan, head pounding as you stand up. damn it, you should’ve known it would be a trap by one of those sukuna followers, they’re always trying things with gojo, trying to wear him down.
“he’s not here.” you tell the curse. thought it’s more than just a curse. it’s more than just a special grade. on a scale of sukuna fingers, because, yes, that’s how you classify sorcerers and curses now, you’d say it’s a 3. you’ve heard shoko say you’re a five so you should be good but you’re more worried about if it brought any friends.
“he’s inside.” and it talks.
“yes, well, you’d have to get inside first.” you retort, channeling your energy into your fist as the curse smirks and immediately run at you. you wait for just the right moment before connecting your fist directly with it’s attack. it throws you straight into the concrete, behind you and if your screams are anything to go by, this thing is strong.
and you’re already worn out from being in this monster’s domain, damn it, where is he? where the hell is gojo when you need him?
“you let yourself get hit?” it asks, puzzled as you straighten back up and fix your nose. yes, you did. a little pain is needed so you can gain all the perks.
it doesn’t take longer than twenty seconds for your body to acclimatise, you feel everything, every mutation flows through you roughly until you’re… it’s technique involved the earth’s nature? how lucky is that. you don’t need to beat it all, you just need to wear down the domain and it’ll scramble out of here the second it knows gojo’ll come out.
you channel your (it’s, whatever) cursed energy focusing it on just before the door, you’re not entirely sure what’s happening, you never do when you first try the new manipulation, but the ground parts, shaky and unbalanced enough that both you and the spirit fall. “what the…” it gapes for a second before you get back up and use it against it, piling it on top of each other to hold the curse in place as you hit it with direct physical blows of energy.
it only lasts five blows, it gets angry, breaking apart front he ground and throwing you back, though you hold yourself to the ground, patting your back pocket for your cursed gun.
your technique is unreliable, and because you don’t have one of your own, you needed to have some type of cursed equipment on you at all time. except it’s not there. damn it, you weren’t planning on coming here, right.
you untie your hair from the bun it was in, held together by a pocketknife. also has cursed energy embedded in it, though much less effective since yohuhave to get close.
“i’ll turn you to dust then kill him next.”
“yeah, yeah,” both your head snap in the direction of the door. god, he’s infuriating. “it’s what you all say.”
the battle is as uninteresting as most times you’ve seen gojo fight, he’s chatting with the curse, asking useless questions. until he gets bored and then it’s ‘red’ until the thing dissipates. like you first suggested.
“great, and you couldn’t do that from the beginning because?” you ask impatiently, walking up to him as he examines the damage. yeah, it’s dead.
“i was busy, and you were handling it.”
“of course i was handling it, asshole, i meant why couldn’t you get us out of here faster? why are we still here!”
“domain expansion won’t work.”
“why not!”
“it’s masking.” right yeah, a stupid special grade curse is— holy shit, he’s right. you couldn’t tell what’s wrong before, but your body is acting weird because you can feel the effect of the cursed energy but not the cursed energy itself. oh god. “and there’s someone stuck inside.”
“that can’t be possible, they’d be dead by now.”
“i can feel them.”
“right, like you felt that we could get this over with fast enough.” i groan, throwing my head back. everything hurts and i’m not fucking prepared. i face him with a narrowed expression. “i’ve never came to a fight unprepared, why the fuck would i listen to you? we should’ve came tomorrow just like yaga asked us to.”
“oh believe me, tomorrow passed and gone.”
“yeah outside the domain, asshole, here, it barely feels like an hour and you’ve already done everything to annoy the hell out of— oh god, how many of these are there?” i grit out as i turn around, my back to gojo’s as two more special grades appear, just like the one before. these special grades are getting stronger.
before we discovered yuuji, i’d say the highest type of cursed spirit we saw ever was 2 sukuna fingers. now, i’ve met ones that go up to nine, the energy surge is insane and it’s dangerous, consuming.
“we’re here for gojo.”
“well, i’d hate to disappoint.” i smile, moving away so they can have him all to themselves. at the end of the day the one thing all the curses share, they aren’t that smart if they’re going up against gojo. but i decide to have some fun too, decapitating one of them while it’s trying to land a punch on sorcerer, it doesn’t even take me minute. “there’s either something big going on or this curse is big. either way, i need to go down there.” he refuses, and for some reason he thinks i’ll listen.
“i’m going.” i mumble, resuming my work on the hole right under the building. the cursed technique isn’t that tough to handle, but it’s tiring. elements that have to do with the earth, wind, water, etc, are usually easier on cursed spirits, but on humans they aren’t exactly the best. it’s why i try to avoid snatching up these types of abilities, but at this current moment, it’s all i have.
“it’s dangerous.” gojo says infuriatingly calmly. he hasn’t always been like this, so freakin’ calm during battles, he used to get under my skin, play around, now though, it’s like he’s lecturing me. “especially with the technique you stole.”
“borrowed, and i don’t care.” i groan out, trying to focus.
“take mine.” fuck, a chunk of the floor collapses as you wobble slightly, blocking the entryway to what you were digging.
“what?” your eyes are wide when you face him. anyone with half a brain would say you have one of the strongest techniques there are, you hit your opponent with their own medicine, and because you deal with stupid curses mostly, it frightens them so much you end up obliterating them. of course when working with other sorcerers, it isn’t as strong. if the person is smart, they’ll use what they know their weak spot is on you, but if it doesn’t kills you then they also just gave up what their weakness is. so really, it’s something you’re proud of. but you’ve never once tried to go up against gojo, much less obtain his limitless or six eyes.
his limitless is moreso his attack, and anyone can have it, but you wouldn’t be able to control it without the six eyes, and you won’t be able to handle the six eyes. your could barely take on geto before he left and he’s heaps weaker than satoru is now.
“c’mon, i’ll go easy.”
“easy?” you let out a breath of disbelief. “i know we aren’t that close but enough that you want to kill me?”
“kill you?”
“yeah, gojo, what the hell do you think will happen when i try to absorb your cursed energy? you have enough to kill five dozen of me.”
“i’ll control it.”
“i won’t! i won’t be able to. let’s say, by some miracle, i can take your limitless, which i can’t, what about the six eyes? you’ve lived with it your entire life and you wear a blindfold, you don’t think my eyes are going to melt the second it’s in me?”
he takes a step forward, pensive, and it makes you hold your breath. you’re not unsure of your words, if anything, you’re downplaying how badly you’d die. but you understand what he wants to do. the cursed energy you have inside you now is toxic, and the technique is useless, overwhelming, he wants you to take a sorcerer’s, and that’s all swell except he’s the only one around and it would kill you.
“do you trust me?” he asks softly, fingers coming up to play at his blindfold. no way. no. yes you trust him. yes but no. no way this is what he wants to do.
“i didn’t come here to die—”
“i would never let anything happen to you.”
“wouldn’t you?” you whisper, pointing at the entrance where you just watched me basically beg for him to come help that day, he never did. this is your first real mission with gojo alone in years, and as you’re standing here its obvious to you why. it’s not because it’s a mission, it’s because they want you to absorb gojo’s power: they want you to become like him, the only thing better than one jujutsu sorcerer with both the six eyes and limitless, is two.
“i wouldn’t. i didn’t know what was happening then, you called out for me but i didn’t hear it.” he leans down, lips against your ear, “i’m sorry.” this can’t be an appropriate time to do this, but god you can’t help slowly melting into him, shaking your head. no no no. you can’t be considering this.
“i don’t care about dying, but it can’t be at your hands, gojo, it can’t.”
“it won’t be.” the trust he has in himself to control his power enough that you can’t take all of it… it’s concerning. he’s never done this before so is he just being arrogant? does he really not care about you that much? before everything that happened you were friends, very close friends who spent nights in each other’s dorms and late nights on his shoulder asleep, you were more than just another sorcerer he has to train. weren’t you?
“satoru…” because what else can you say? what else is there to say?
“i promise, sweetheart.” god, that nickname. you forgot it ever existed, though that’s a lie, you never really erased it from your memories, always wishing he’d go back to it, wishing you’d go back to his first name. wishes you never really let yourself fully imagine.
you can’t believe you’re considering this. you can’t believe you’re doing this.
“you can’t— i’ll take the limitless, but i won’t take—”
“you won’t do anything with it if you can’t control it.”
“i don’t even know what that means! taking some of the power, how does that work? i take half of your cursed energy? a quarter? is it even quantitative?”
“if it’s me, yes. i can control how much cursed energy you absorb.”
you shake my head, “you’d have to attack me.” you mumble, clearly giving it your all, but you’re losing patience and so is he.
“yes, i’ll be gentle.”
“that’s not how it works.” unless he hits hand enough, your energy won’t have time to mix with his, he’d have to hit hard and for a few seconds.
“my ‘gentle’ will.” god, you’re actually doing this. actually killing yourself at the hands of gojo satoru.
you take a deep breath, a step back and shut your eyes for a moment. it’s not very quiet, you can hear screams from inside the building, no doubt the curse is changing over and over again, and you can sense a great number of grade 1 cursed spirits. the energy is bad, you’re somewhat scared, and now you’re about to die. you can’t look at it in any other way. you open your eyes and look over at gojo as slowly removes the blindfold from his eyes. you’ve only seen him do it during battle, and now.
well, at least you got to see his eyes one last time.
he hands you the blindfold and you hesitantly grab it. “you’ll tell utihame?” you won’t die with the regret of not telling your best friend you love her.
he rolls those gorgeous eyes, they’re illegal. they should be, god. “you’ll tell her yourself. put it on, get defensive, i’ll attack.” this time you do listen, slowly putting the blindfold around your eyes. it drapes down but you let it, the darkness overwhelming as you channel your cursed energy to your anterior where you know satoru will hit.
or where he was supposed to. “gojo?” you mumble when it’s been a second and he hasn’t hit yet. “i’m ready.” nothing. silence. “gojo!”
you frown and remove the blindfold to get a good look, but he’s gone. satoru is gone, his blindfold is in your hand, and the domain is lifted. you could feel a shift in energy but you didn’t put so much thought into it, you can barely feel anything without seeing it.
did he do this? he must’ve, no one else would. “gojo!” you call out, bunching the blindfold in your hand. fuck, he always does this, always does whatever he wants without telling you what’s happening, just like he decided a few seconds ago that you’d be okay if you absorb his—
you hear someone call your name so you turn around. “ijichi?”
he smiles as bows respectfully, “are you alright?”
“i’m fine, where’s satoru?” you haven’t called him that in a long time in front of others and it seems ijichi notices. he always does.
“i’m not sure, he texted me to say you’re done with the mission. it didn’t take very long.”
“very long? when did we get here?”
“two days ago.” oh. that’s… long. very long considering you had gojo, of course no one would bat an eye because they all think you’re the one that took it out and was getting some much needed practice. “you don’t know where gojo-san is?” his eyebrows are furrowed but all you can think is that it took that long? two days? sure, the curse was brutal but not that much. why would it take him two days to finally do something.
and sure, he was inside with you so you could argue that he probably only thought it’s a few hours, but you know gojo’s six eyes allow him more perception than that. he always knows how time is flowing in and out of the domain.
“would you like me to drive you home?” he asks handing you your pre-made bag that you leave at the school for after missions.
you mumble out a yes and get in the car. your first thought is that this place is only twenty minutes from the school, the second is that you have to message gojo.
he left without his blindfold. you slowly take it out of your pocket, eyeing it again like it’ll give you answers. why wouldn’t he just exorcise the curse, get you home and then deal with whatever it is he has to? why does he always treat you like you’re weak, like you need protection? you’re weaker than him, sure, but you are not weak, you wouldn’t be a special grade if you were. and the blindfold trick makes it seem like you’re a child. you wouldn’t have said anything if he said he had problems to take care of, you couldn’t care less.
you: hi asshole. come get your blindfold when you’re done with whatever you’re doing.
you don’t exactly enjoy being mean to him, but it’s second nature at this point, and when he doesn’t respond, you just shut your phone off and close your eyes against the window. you’re really tired, maybe not having him give you headache after the mission is actually a good thing.
—
“thank you, shoko.” you smile as she tsks.
“be more careful next time.” she grits out and you know she only cares about you, always has. even if it’s been ten years, the second he disappeared its like her one purpose was to make sure you’d be okay.
“i will.” she takes a step back. “done?”
she hums, putting the gauze back where it’s supposed to be. “where’s the other one?”
“always so affectionate.” you tease a little, standing up with a small wince. “uh, i’m not sure, he left before ijichi came to get me.”
“texted him?”
“yep.” you stand up, walking beside her as she goes to shut the light. “still hasn’t responded and i don’t think he’ll be coming back anytime soon.”
“he never does. c’mon, i’ll take you home.”
and despite how peaceful the day has been, you only had to do minimal paperwork since gojo did all the heavy lifting, and shoko being a sweetheart in her own way, ijichi checking up on you and all your students coming over, you can’t help but feel worried. like, really worried. you keep checking you phone, your hand always reaches in your pocket to make sure the blindfold is still there, that it wasn’t some dream.
even as you’re getting in bed after freshening up and getting in comfier clothes, you check it one more time. “waiting for something?” you jump instantly, wincing when your head pounds. “fuck, sorry, sweets.”
“don’t call me that.” you scoff. “and what the hell are you doing here? i told you to stop masking around me.”
“wasn’t masking anything, you just weren’t paying attention.” and yeah, now that you are, his energy’s palpable. damn it, you really are tired. “you okay?”
“are you? you’re the one that ran off to the sunset and left me there.” even as you’re asking about his well-being, you’re still pissed as hell.
“i did not—” he laughs a little, walking further into your room. “i didn’t run off, i just left to take care of something.”
“yeah? and that had to include playing me like a child? telling me to put your stupid fucking blindfold on so you can leave?”
he frowns, clearly just starting to get that you’re actually angry. actually hurt. “i didn’t mean to. i intended to do what what we said but more special grades came out and it wasn’t the time for a learning opportunity.”
“gojo, you could take all of them down and talk to me at the same damn time, in the few seconds that the blindfold was on you all disappeared and the domain was lifted and the special grade curse was gone.”
“it was seven seconds.”
“get the fuck out.” you shout, throwing the blindfold on your nightstand at him and he chuckles.
“seriously, calm down, i just didn’t have time to explain. why are you so worked up over this, i’ve left without saying goodbye before?”
“is that what you think this is? me waiting for a goodbye? what i wanted was an explanation, a warning, anything. i didn’t exactly enjoy being left alone and marking half my paper work with ‘ask gojo’.”
“did you actually?” he asks, holding in a laugh.
“yeah, didn’t have a choice.” you shrug, putting your phone on your bed as you sigh and sit on the edge, looking at him from where he’s standing at your closet. “what are you doing here, gojo?”
“just came to say hi, and get my blindfold back.” he’s always been confident, cocky is a better word, and you admire that about him, even when it’s fake. especially then. “and uh, you’re okay? you went to shoko’s?”
you tsk, laying down. “i’m fine, idiot.” you sigh, “she was asking about you, everyone was. not that i could answer, so i told them you said you’d take a few days to get something important done.”
“yeah.”
“guess it only took a day.”
“it did.” you don’t remember him being this close. he’s hovering over the leg of your beg that’s nearest to your bottom half. “had to take care of the curses that surrounded us. i really did want it to be practice for you, but they were too many.”
“i couldn’t take them.”
“not when you can’t use your domain. and you were shaken up from me asking you to a absorb my technique so—”
“right, about that, try not to suggest suicidal ideas while were on the field again, tends to mess with my energy."
“it didnt.” he's right. it wouldnt you’re much more advanced then letting your feelings get in your way of a mission but still, what does he know? “and if it did, then i’m just helping you practice that too!”
you narrow your eyes at him, “can you be serious for like half a fucking second?”
“can you not be? not everything needs to be a problem, i left to fight not to get coffee and now i’m back, no one cares—”
“oh my god, satoru, i do! i care so much that it hurts, okay? you leaving all of a sudden and not texting me back, i get worried.” he snorts, about to respond but you stop him, standing up abruptly, “i don’t care if you’re the strongest, so don’t even try. if you’re so adamant on being an asshole and not responding when you disappear then don’t bother stopping by when you’re back because it’s even worse.”
“worse?” he asks softly enough that it snaps you back to reality. this isn’t… not exactly something you should be saying. you shouldn't be having this conversation so late at night after the day you’ve had. and it seems that he knows you better than you know yourself, he always did, and steps forward, enough that you consider walking back before remembering there’s a bed behind you. “hey, no, don’t shut down on me.”
“i’m not shutting down, i’m just done with this conversation, take your blindfold and go, gojo.”
“satoru.”
“what?”
“you called me satoru, you haven’t said that in a while. not while you’re safe anyway.” it’s true, you barely call out for him with his first name and when you do, it’s when you’re in danger or dying. “were you really worried?”
“are we fishing for compliments?”
he scoffs, eyes softening as he steps close again, god, it’s getting so hot. “were you?”
“yeah, i was.” he looks like he’s physically holding himself back and you don’t need to be a genius to figure out from what, you’re completely against the idea of him holding back, he should very much do it. then, quieter, as if the lower your voice is the less real it sounds. “and i missed you.”
apparently it was the right thing to say because he doesn’t even ask, just pulls you in and crashes his lips against yours, your hands coming up in surprise before you melt into it. they bunch at his shoulders, squeezing his biceps hard enough that he groans against your lips and you wrap them around his neck.
he says your name, breathless as he taps your waist, giving you a silent cue that he’ll change the position, pushing you against the bed, letting you fall as you smile. it’s everything you’ve wanted for years with satoru, everything you’ve dreamed of, him wanting you in that way, letting you touch him like this— and somehow, it’s so perfect and so not.
it feels as much wrong as it does right, and when he gets on the bed, elbow holding him up as he leans down again, you put your hands on his chest to stop him.
satoru’s eyes aren’t covered, and you think it’s the most perfect thing that could be happening right now, you wouldn’t want to not be able to see his entire face. “why now?” you whisper into the space between you, breaking the fragile spell he was holding onto with every fibre of his being. the whole thing is fragile, unspoken, and if you don’t do it now, you won’t do it ever, but you can’t stop yourself from speaking, can’t stop imagining that he’s doing this for all the wrong reasons and you’ll end up heartbroken, and honestly satoru can’t keep going if you’re going to look at him like this.
“because.” he says easily and you’d narrow your eyes at him, or scold him with his name if you weren’t so full of emotion right now. and he won’t play games right now so he resumes, “because i’ve wanted to do this forever.”
“but you didn’t do anything about it. why now? is there something i should know about?” he pulls away slowly.
“i’m doing it now, aren’t i? that counts.”
“it doesn’t if you’re just doing it because… because, i don’t know, because you think you’ll never get the chance to.”
he scoffs at that and it isn’t soft, it’s frustrated, “i’m the strongest sorcerer in jujutsu, alright? i’m not dying anytime soon.” and usually, again, you’d be mean but god, he looks so tired. the second he came here he looked tired and you don’t exactly know what happened when he was away, but you know that you don’t wanna add to it, that you can’t. and no matter what you’re going through, how badly he might hurt you after tonight, you know it won’t compare to what he goes through on a daily basis as ‘the strongest’.
you grab his shirt, pulling him down on the bed so you can straddle him. “okay. so you want this?”
“so much, baby.” god, that nickname. it drives you crazy, the fact that he’ll say it randomly or as a joke all the time and the only thing you can think of is him saying to you. and now he is. his arms hold onto your thighs, waiting for your move. he can’t push tonight, he knows he’s always getting more than he deserves.
you lean down, lips brushing against his. “wanted it since forever too, ‘toru.” you can feel his smile against your lips when you connect yours together. he lets you set the pace, you let him grab onto your thigh so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. but nothing matters as long as you’re kiss down his jaw, small kisses up until you add some teeth on his neck and he groans outloud, bordering on a moan.
you stay there, enjoying it a little too much until his hand comes down on your thighs harshly and you hiss. “sorry.” he mumbles, clearly not meaning it.
you stop where his collar refuses to be pulled anymore and pull at the hem of the shirt, he helps you take it off and tries to sit up just a little bit you push him back down. he’ll get his moment, you’re sure of it, but right now you want to do this for him. for you. for the ten years you’ve spent.
and you’re right, he does get his moment, rough thrusts, groaning out your name, making you say his over and over again for the first time in god knows how long, it’s exactly what he needed, so much so that when you wake up the next day, satoru gojo is still on your bed.
—
you stir, orienting to your surroundings. you’re laying on someone’s chest, much to your surprise. you know that yesterday meant something to the two of you but what is he doing here? you thought he’d be long gone, that he’d run the second he could. you slowly get out of bed and let him sleep, freshening up in the bathroom then going downstairs for breakfast.
are you making breakfast for two? you probably should. the thought itself is enough to make you smile the entire morning, to have you singing while you’re cooking in a low voice. you get started on pancakes, which you don’t usually like for the morning but satoru’s sweet tooth is insatiable so you hope he’ll appreciate it. you hear his footsteps coming towards you as you plate the last one. you turn around with a smile, “perfect timing.”
except he’s dressed. fully dressed, blindfold on, you’re pretty sure even his hair is decent because he doesn’t looks like he’s going home, he looks like he’s going to work, like it’s just a normal day and he didn’t spend the night here, he barely looks like he came to drop something off. “thank you, but the paperwork still needs to be done. see you at school?” he lies easily, and you know it’s a lie because no one would’ve let gojo leave without the paperwork last night. no one.
“yeah.” you mumble, placing the plates down and groaning the second he’s out of your apartment. shit. you did this. you’re to blame, you knew this was gonna happen yet you held out hope. hope that you were sure won’t do anything but disappoint you. you slowly reach for your phone, finger hovering on your friend’s contact.
you don’t wanna bother her but god knows you’ll explode if you don’t get this out. you press on her number quickly and wait. one ring. two. three. this is wrong, you shouldn't be calling her so early— “hello?”
“hey, utihame.” you mumble, clearing your throat. “you busy?”
“aside from needing to go to tech in a few hours? no.”
“oh, okay. yeah, i just wanted to invite you over if you want.”
“sure, in twenty?” you’re as surprised as you are wary. you didn’t honestly think she’d agree so quickly. or that she’d agree at all. she’s your best friend but you’ve always tried to not be a bother to her. to any of your friends or family, really, you’d rather talk to them when they’re free, or hold in whatever’s wrong until you can’t anymore. but this can’t wait, you honestly don’t know how you would function if you don’t talk it out with someone right now.
you put the pancakes in the microwave and wait an agonising twenty minutes. when utihame knocks on your door, it’s like a solace, you swing it open to hug her, all but throwing yourself in her arms. “god, i missed you.”
“i saw you yesterday.” yeah, but that was before you slept with satoru gojo.
and she finds out in great detail, every moment, every secret, every micro-emotion you had along the way, and if she hadn’t stopped you, you’d start talking about it all over again to make sure you didn’t miss anything.
when you’re done relaying everything to her, she’s frowning. “seriously?” she scoffs. that’s all she has to say.
“yeah, seriously.”
“no i mean, seriously you slept with him! he’s gojo satoru, i know you guys have had that weird thing since high school but i thought after everything that happened you just… stopped.”
“we did not have a ‘thing’. it was a stupid crush and it did go away, i— he came over and—”
“yeah, don’t replay it, i already heard you the first time.” she sighs, leaning back int he couch, shaking her head in thought. “i’m just looking out for you, honey, gojo’s unpredictable and he’s frantic, and you’re such a control freak, he gives you a migraine everytime you guys go on a mission together.”
and she’s right, of course, satoru’s personality rivals yours in a kind of stubborn way, a way that could hurt you if you let it, and you did yesterday. you’ve never slept with someone like that, the only guys you’ve been with are the ones that you were in long term relationships with (which was two), and even then, it’s just not easy. giving yourself to someone like that has never been easy to you, so wordless and unplanned, but with satoru, you would’ve given him anything he asked of you. you were afraid but that didn’t stop your need to be there for him. and you wanted it too though, you wanted to get with him for ages.
she’s right and she isn’t. you’re losing your mind over something that he so easily threw away and went on with his life after, god, you feel stupid.
“calm down.” she reassured when she notices how out of it you are. “look, we need to get to school in half an hour, so get dressed and we’ll drive together. carpool? i miss us driving together in high school anyway.”
you smile, nodding quickly. “yeah, that would be great.”
school’s fine, you don’t see anyone, you give your lessons, you train with fushiguro, it’s whatever, you’re ready to go home to eat and fucking sleep. even if you can’t imagine it, can’t imagine that you’ll go back to your bed that you haven’t cleaned yet, that you’ll see the remnants of what you and satoru left in what you’d call one of the best moments of your life, one of your most desired, anyway, and he’d call just another night. a stress relief.
someone calls your name from behind you and you turn around, easily blocking megumi’s attack before it hits you. “yeah?” you answer yaga, blocking another of his shikagami’s. he’s getting good but his cursed energy is so prominent and he’s not exactly trying to outsmart you.
“we need you.”
“sure, i’ll just finish—” shit, you feel nue before you see him, but he has an advantage and in less than a second, your getting attacked. it throws you off your balance, throwing you back but you quickly gain back control and with one hit, the bird falls back down. you let out a small smile. “good distraction.” you praise, standing up straight. “see you tomorrow?” he nods, bowing slightly before walking away and you go to yaga’s office.
you knock twice and when he lets you in, you notice that it’s empty. “uh, yeah, you wanted to see me before i left?”
he said ‘we’.
“yes, i did. gojo’s been missing since your mission and—”
“no he hasn’t, he came here last night.” you answer surely, furrowing your eyebrows.
“he didn’t. did he tell you that? you saw him?”
“yes, i did, he was just here yesterday— i saw him this morning.”
“yesterday and— i’m sorry, what?”
oh. you feel your heart rate pick up at the implication you so obviously let slip out but shrug. “he’s not missing, just call him, he probably opted out of school today. he always does whatever he wants anyway.”
“we’ve tried. since you see him so often, you wouldn’t mind asking him to come, right? he hasn’t filled the paperwork for your latest mission.” you bow and excuse yourself. finally, you’re going home.
you’ll be lucky if you get there without any drama. and you’re not. lucky, that is. because what’s supposed to be a peaceful drive home at five in the afternoon turns into a near death situation rhe second you hear, ‘hey, sweets’, when you’re supposed to be alone.
you jump with a loud noise that resembles a scream, hands holding tighter on the wheel. “are you fucking insane?” are your first words despite not looking beside you. you don’t need to see him to know only one person can teleport and uses it like it’s a game.
“no, just missed you.” your eyes widen, stealing a quick look to see him smiling wide. oh god. he’s insane, he is. this isn’t normal. not only are so confused on what his feeling towards yesterday are, but he also lied to you, clearly. and now he’s acting flirty and— and like his old self and it’s infuriating. it’s like you’re living your high school days all over again, where you’d be asked to call gojo cause he’ll always answer you, when there’d be so much tension, you almost felt it snap at least ten times.
“sensei yaga was looking for you, gojo.” you grit out, jaw clenching while your eyes are fixed on the road. you can practically hear his enthusiasm falter, he’s so dramatic.
“so? why are you being so moody?”
“so, you left early so you can go see him, idiot.”
“oh, i did, i was. i was going to see him and then i got side tracked and i couldn’t make it to school.”
“it’s oh-so convenient that you’re free the second the day ends.” you feel him shift next to you.
“it’s a coincidence, and anyway, the second i finished i wanted to see you.” you sigh, pulling into your driveway. “didn’t mean to scare you.” he mumbles.
“whatever, i told you to stop teleporting in small spaces, and just— go see yaga. finish whatever it is he wants.”
you shut the ignition off, getting out and shutting the door behind you, him quickly doing the same, calling out your name. “hey, c’mon, why are you so… we were fine.”
you can’t believe he thinks that for a second, wasn’t he the one who left this morning when you thought you were fine? why is he acting like you did this? “were we?” you say, exasperated. you’re tired. tired of work, of being worried all the time, or your thoughts being consumed by him. of the past twenty years. “were we okay, satoru? are we even okay? are we friends, are we— god, what are we?”
“we’re…” you would laugh if you weren’t physically feeling your heart break inside your chest because he’s speechless. you can’t see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you the same way you are him. though you doubt his eyes are glossy. “friends, right?”
“yeah, cause i sleep with nanami all the time.”
“hey.” it’s a warning and it only makes you angrier, now he’s possessive? now he cares? it’s always like this with him.
“yeah? anything to add? other than the fact that we’re good friends apperantly, and that you get out of a mission and the first thing you want is to see me, or that you kissed me yesterday!” the last one comes out with a few tears. your voice cracking as you step back. “you kissed me.”
it feels more like an insult than anything, and it’s ruining satoru, who quickly pulls his blindfold off, fast enough that you don’t have time to question it because he pulls you in, his lips against yours, hands pulling at your waist, yours wrapping around his neck. he can taste your tears, your cherry lipgloss, your desperation.
the way you try to get taller, pulling him down and letting him lead you a few steps back. he says your name softly enough that you get pulled out of it. “let’s get inside, baby.”
it’s so low and sensual you almost follow with no rebuttal, but the second your eyes meet his, it’s like you’re slowly getting pulled back into reality. you pull away completely with a frown. “what are we doing, satoru? what are we doing?”
“we’re—”
“you’re going to leave in the morning again and disappear and i don’t even know where you go, i don’t know why you come back, i don’t know what’s happening to us.”
“nothing is happening—”
“what happened?” you ask sharply, “what happened on the last mission we went to, this all started when you came back so tell me what happened or leave.”
he says your name like he’s about to find a way out of this but you shake your head and he just accepts it, shoulders slumping. “let’s go inside.” you narrow your eyes in warning but give in and when the two of you are inside your apartment, you think you’re grateful he got you out of the cold, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that his blindfold is back on.
“the special grades were sent by the higher ups.” you furrow your eyebrows, that doesn’t make any sense, why would they put the two of you in danger? was it just practice? “they sent the two of us on a high risk mission, for you, because they asked me to, uh—.” this is maybe the first time in your entire life gojo has been so hesitant and nervous. “they wanted you to have the limitless and six eyes.”
“so? you said i could handle it.”
“you can’t.” oh. “they know that but they want you to do it anyway, they thought that a high risk situation would help you handle it better.”
that’s a lot to take in. the higher ups just, what, don’t care if you die? “why? they already have you.”
“the only thing better than one ‘strongest’ is two. they were ready to have you baroh whatever you could and fight sukuna to see if could take him on.”
you feel your legs buckle under your weight, eyes slowly fluttering as you try to understand his words, although unfortunately you understand exactly what he’s saying. the higher ups want to sacrifice you to preserve satoru. and he was about to do it.
you should be shaking, and you are, but not for the right reason. you aren’t afraid of gojo, he didn’t go through with it after all, you’ve never once been scared of him despite his strength. but the fact that they’d do that. ask him to kill another of his friends.
he steps closer, trapping you between him and the front door. “i told them i would do it.” a step closer and you can smell his cologne, eyes fluttering insensately. “but i swear to god, i never thought about it for even a second, i just needed you to say that i tried doing it incase they asked. i would never hurt you.”
“i know, satoru.” you sigh, arms crossed against your chest as you look up at him. “they shouldn’t have even asked you,” and the fact that they did makes your blood boil, he doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve to go through this again with them, but as a sorcerer you always know the risk, you would’ve done it for him. “they should’ve talked to me and asked me to do it myself and i would, i don’t want you to face sukuna if you won’t be able to—”
“i love you.”
“what?” your eyes are wide, hands pushing at his chest.
“i’m sorry it took me so long to say it, i was so scared that i wasn’t going to be there for you that i would never be good enough for you, and i’m not, but i want to try to be.” you attempt to speak but he’s still ranting. “i want to be here for you, always.”
“wanting to protect me and loving me isn’t the same thing.”
“i do. both, all of it, god, i want to kiss you all the time and talk to you, i can’t come back without wanting to have you in my arms. i always want to hear about your new techniques, your plans for the kids, your new favourite bakery, i want all of it so much, and i’m sorry i left today, i needed to think, i needed to make sure i wasn’t about to run you off for good.” he looks so vulnerable, even if he isn’t. just the fact that he looks it is making you soften. “if you want to pretend that this never happened then i will but you’ve always been my best friend, you know that.”
you do. you can’t help the small smile on your lips. you do. despite it all, gojo’s done a great job of reminding you you always have him when there’s no one else. you notice a second too late that he’s antsy, anticipating rejection or whatever he came up with, as he stands up straight to give you space but you immediately hook your hands on his biceps, and god, he can’t believe it.
you’re kissing him. this is first time you’ve ever kissed him, you leaned in, you brought your hands up. you’re the one initiating everything he’s ever dreamed of, and he lets you lead him to your bed, where the two of you were yesterday, where you woke up in his arms only hours ago. and he takes you again. and again. and again like he’s making up for lost time, twenty years worth of it.
even when you’re spent, him pulling you in so your head’s on his bare chest. you’re tired, eyes fluttering closed while he’s wide awake. he always is, you know he wasn’t asleep the last time, but you wanted to give him privacy. because gojo deserves that despite what people think. but you can’t help the bit of insecurity creeping in, “‘toru.” he hums, kissing your hair. “you’ll be here in the morning?”
he groans, squeezing you. “yeah, i will be,” he whispers, “i’m sorry you have to ask.” you don’t mind, as long as the answer’s always yes, you’d ask every night.
SATORU GOJO SMAU-!
synopsis: text messages between you and gojo.
warnings: romatic/platonic take it how you want, kys joke (mentioned once), a little suggestive, uhh i think thats it
a/n: this was fun to make, dont mind the theme btw i lwk just gave up midway
happy 100 followers!!! (whoaaa??!?!!)
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a/n: uhhhhhhhh idk i hope this made you laugh and im sorry if it didnt
divider by @/uzimachiato!
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·̩͙꒰ঌ HIDDEN INVENTORY pt. 3 ໒꒱· ﾟ៸៸ satoru gojo x reader
˖ ࣪ ‹ (synopsis) 𖥔 ࣪jjk reader insert; your three day mission has come to an end and everyone is trying their best to act like everything is okay, and maybe for a moment, it is.
˖ ࣪ ‹ (warnings + character notes) slow burn gojo x reader, scenes and some dialogue is pulled directly from jjk s2 ep3 dub, reader’s technique is explained in pt.1, fluff + angst (no comfort for now), reader's backstory explained, romantic tension, gojo and reader being pussies, quick paced scenes, mentions of death (multiple), clan torture, kidnapping, fighting, blood, pain, etc. ⭐︎author notes + taglist at the end!
˖ ࣪ ‹ (word count) 4.7k + 234 (juju scroll) not proofread yet!
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you sat with amanai on the cracked steps of the dingy alleyway, your hands in your lap as she leaned onto your shoulder, trying to ground herself so she wouldn’t start to spiral.
“i’m sorry,” suguru sighed, the weight in his voice making your chest ache. “this was my mistake.”
satoru scoffed. “seriously? i don’t think this even counts as a mistake.”
“i underestimated how much our enemies would value kuroi.”
“and their next move will probably be offering to arrange an exchange for her.” satoru continued easily. “something like trading amanai for kuroi. or saying they’ll kill kuroi if we don’t kill amanai. but we have the leverage in any negotiation since we have amanai. as long as they set up the location for the deal, we can make it work out for us”
you could feel amanai stiffen beside you, your eyes flickering to her as satoru continued on.
“i’m taking amanai back to jujutsu high.” satoru looked at you, then back to suguru. “we can have her or shoko stand in as a body double–”
amanai suddenly stood up, “h-hold on! i’m going to be part of this deal too! i still can’t trust you three yet!”
the three of you stared at her blankly.
“huh?! you’re still saying that after all of this?” satoru exclaimed, taking the words right out of your mouth.
“even if you save her- even if you save her, what if kuroi isn’t back before i assimilate with tengen? i mean i haven’t – i haven’t even said goodbye to her yet!” her voice was shaking, with genuine fear.
“relax,” you reached for her trembling hand, squeezing it gently. “we’ll figure something out, okay?”
satoru turned to you with that same shocked expression. “you’re serious?”
“shut up, will you?” you snapped, shooting him a glare. “in case you haven’t noticed, she hasn’t assimilated yet. which means we’re still under obligation to fulfill her demands. she wants to say goodbye then she fucking gets to say goodbye.”
“fine.” satoru clicked his teeth, truthfully a little scared to argue with you. “the kidnapper will reach out to us eventually. but if we realize they’re smarter than we expected, or it turns out that bringing you will only lessen kuroi’s chances of survival, then we’ll have to leave you behind.”
amanai swallowed, then nodded. “alright, that works.”
you sighed, walking over to suguru as satoru explained the logistics behind kuroi’s rescue. you could see the tension in your friend’s eyes, his jaw clenched so tight you were sure he’d chip a tooth.
“quit blaming yourself, would you?” you murmured, placing a hand on his back. “it could’ve happened to any of us. it was just a lapse of judgement, so relax.”
suguru nodded, letting out a sharp breath as you hugged him from the side, his muscles relaxing slightly.
𓆩༺✧༻𓆪
“OKINAWA!” amanai and gojo exclaimed, splashing through the water and embracing the beautiful day.
suguru and kuroi were sitting on a blanket, watching the scene unfold in front of them as if everything was okay.
kuroi sighed, “i cant believe i got captured by the star religious group and worse yet, by a non sorcerer. i’m just so ashamed of myself.”
“you couldn’t help it if they caught you off guard like that. part of the blame lies with me too.” suguru replied, hoping to comfort her.
you were perched on a rock, letting the sun soak into your exposed skin, staring blankly out into the ocean as the smell of salty water and a cool breeze infiltrating your senses. though you’d barely taken any hits when fighting those clones, your body still felt heavy as you watched satoru and riko splash and shove each other in the water.
maybe it was the fact you hadn’t spoken about what happened back at the chapel– the off guard kiss that hadn’t bothered you up until now that you were finally allowed to be alone with your thoughts.
it was for riko. right?
besides, you stood by what you’d told her. in jujutsu society, there’s no time or reason to fall in love, it only puts people in danger.
like your sister.
you didn’t come from one of the big three families, hell your family was barely even on the map. reason being that children in your family rarely inherited jujutsu. every few years, parents would be lucky if they got a slight implication that their child might’ve been able to manifest technique, only to come up short when the kid came of age.
that was until you were born– the first child in half a century to be born with a technique. your sister, born only a year after you, was the same.
so, the men of the clan took it upon themselves to make attempts of their own with your mother, believing she was the source needed to produce a worthy lineage. as a result, your mother ran away, blaming your birth for the cause of her suffering, leaving you and your sister in the complete care and control of the clan head.
you were never able to shake the pain you felt that day, ten years old, holding your younger sister tightly as your mother lashed out, screaming in your tear stained face that everything was your fault. it lingered in you to this day, maybe that’s why you were scared. scared that something out of your control could ruin everything for someone else.
your fears were only justified when you were woken up screaming in the middle of the night the day she left. your sister, clawing and crying out for you as a group of men barged into your shared room, carrying her down the hallway as you ran to follow, screaming out for your little sister to be put down. you followed them all the way to the main hall, older men and women surrounding the center mat.
you recognized a few of them from passing, but a few you’d never seen before. you tried to push through the crowd, getting right to the edge before strong hands held you back. you thrashed and screamed, watching as your little sister was held up like a display.
“as you can see here, we’ve gotten the weaker of the two sisters.” an older man explained, a cruel grin coating his face. “as per the request of the zen’in, we are here to see if this technique is of any value.”
“big sister!” she screamed, trying to escape their hold.
unfortunately and unsurprisingly, a nine year old wasn’t a match for trained sorcerers. the man swung at her, his strength sending her into the ground hard enough to create a hole. her cries of pain filled the room, her technique of no use due to her age and lack of experience.
you punched and struggled, watching with bleary vision and droopy eyes as your sister eventually went limp, left lying in an ocean of her own blood, body beaten to a pulp as the man stood and looked down on her as if he was of any worth.
“a complete waste of time.” a zen’in said, shaking his head in disappointment yet smiling as if he’d enjoyed what just happened. “maybe the older sister will be stronger.”
your body froze as they turned to you, a calm expression appearing on the murderer’s face.
“not yet.” he said gently as if to soothe you. “let us see in two days time if she can strengthen her technique as a result of tonight’s events.”
they all scattered out, leaving you to scramble towards your sister's body, her blood staining your skin and yukata as you cupped her face, your screams contrasting the silence that surrounded the main room.
her fingers twitched up, slowly coming up to hold the back of your hand. she called your name weakly, your tears falling on her bloodied cheeks.
“thank you,” she said, the words barely coming out. “for being my older sister.”
laughter and a call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes wet and glossy.
“come look at this!” satoru called out, holding something in his hands, amanai pointing and laughing along with him.
you put a smile on your face, wiping your eyes as you hopped off the rock, walking over to the ocean. the water felt nice on your feet, your gaze going down to what he was holding.
“eugh.”
“it’s a sea cucumber!” he cackled, pearly whites on full display. the sea cucumber spilled its guts, white leaving from it as you looked at it in disgust.
“gross!” amanai laughed, “aahh, that’s so gross!”
satoru dropped it back into the water, letting it wash away with a wave before turning to you. before you could question the look on his face he ran off in the other direction. amanai grabbed your hand, pulling you to chase after him.
“what are you doing?” you chuckled.
your face dropped when you saw satoru squat down, holding two sea cucumbers in his hands, looking towards you with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“no.” you said, watching as he slowly took a step forward. “no!”
you screamed as he started running towards you and amanai, the two of you running away as he cackled. amanai splashed water on him before tugging you again, trying to escape the taller man. you smiled widely as she dragged you around in circles, stopping briefly to tease satoru again.
this time, he threw the creature at her, causing her to fall into the water, pulling you down with her– the cucumber flying off into the distance. satoru pointed and laughed in your faces, a grumble leaving your mouth and bubbling the water. you sat up, letting riko rest her head on your shoulder as she smiled.
“satoru! it’s time.” suguru called out, all of you looking up at him.
“oh, i didn’t realize it was that late.”
you heard a noise of sadness leave riko’s mouth, her lips pouting. you looked at her, your heart breaking at her expression before turning to look up at satoru, your eyes pleading with him silently.
“suguru! let’s head back tomorrow morning instead.”
instantly, riko brightened up, hugging you and running off to kuroi. satoru helped you up, guiding you over to where suguru stood impatiently, undoubtedly about to lecture you both. despite being younger than both you and satoru, he was certainly the more responsible out of you three.
“we can’t.” he said.
“the weather’s holding steady, right?” satoru countered, wrapping his around your shoulder. “besides. there are fewer curse users in okinawa than there are in tokyo.”
“let’s keep it a little more serious, satoru.” suguru chastised, his face unamused.
“it’s better if the time limit on the bounty runs out while we’re mid flight, right?”
“satoru. you haven’t released your technique since yesterday, have you? you haven’t slept either. and you don’t plan to sleep tonight, do you? are you sure we don’t need to go back to jujutsu high?”
your eyes widened at suguru’s words, your gaze instantly darting up in concern to the white haired man beside you.
“it’s not a problem. grinding to endgame in a MMO is far more draining. and besides, you both are here with me too.”
and with that, satoru walked off, pulling you with him as he sighed. you could feel a good bit of his weight leaning on you now, the exhaustion beginning to catch up with him even with his attempts to mask it.
“are you sure you’re okay?” you asked meekly.
“promise.” he nodded, his usual smile on his face. “text haibara. let him and nanami know we’re staying another day.”
the rest of your day was full of doing anything and everything riko wanted. kayaking, walking around a botanical garden you’d found online, enjoying the beautiful day.
you could tell the boys were enjoying it too. constant flashes of their cameras when you bent down to look at some flowers, the smile on your face warm and contagious. snapping one of all of you together, you and suguru standing as satoru grumbled on the ground, his face on the concrete when he tripped on the stairs.
and of course a set of pictures suguru took when you were distracted in a conversation with amanai, satoru pouring an absurd amount of hot sauce into your food, and the aftermath of you sticking your tongue out with a distressed look on your face while you fanned on it.
and your personal favorite, the one they took of you and amanai at the aquarium. she’d insisted on hopping on your shoulders, wanting to see the sea creatures at a higher view.
“please?” she whined, already pulling your shoulders down. you gave in easily, though the look on your face said the opposite. you squatted down, letting her settle on your shoulder before you stood up again, holding her legs to keep her steady while she watched in awe as they swam by, the world looking different from up above.
your body felt it too, the tears welling up again as she laughed brightly, her body swaying from where you held her. the urge to cry didn’t go away, your heart twitching as she pleaded for you to carry her around all the exhibits, living her life the way she was meant to.
why didn’t she get to live her life?
𓆩༺✧༻𓆪
satoru: u awake?
you were lying on your side, looking out onto the ocean from your hotel room window, your body refusing to succumb to sleep. his text lit up a small portion of the sheets next to you, a comforting feeling flowing through your skin.
you: yeah
you: you doing okay?
satoru: bored and tired
satoru: come over?
the text and your phone were abandoned on the bed, already knocking at his door by the time he began typing out an apology for sounding crude. you stepped in, seeing him perched up in the same clothes he’d been wearing all day, the warm light of the standing lamp blending with the moonlight.
“hi.” you said quietly, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed he left unoccupied.
“hey.” he answered, voice equally as exhausted as his body looked. “you can’t sleep either?”
you shook your head, turning to look at the small, crashing waves in the distance. “no, but it’s not for the same reasons you can’t.”
he let out a breath, leaning back into the chair and admiring the way the moonlight hit you perfectly. though he would’ve playfully flirted with you under any other circumstances, the tension that filled the room like oxygen had him biting his tongue for the first time in his life.
instead, he said, “wanna talk about it?”
you blinked, turning to look at him with slightly parted lips, the skin broken and blistered from how much you’d been biting them the past three days. he noticed, but he kept quiet again.
“just thinking about- ”
you cut yourself off, wanting to tell him what you were feeling. how you didn’t want to get on that plane when the sun rose, how you didn’t want to take amanai to complete the assimilation.
so you pivoted, deciding to talk about the other thing on your mind.
“what happened back at the chapel.” satoru’s eyes widened behind his sunglasses, which he’d pushed slightly down in order to look at you. “i just think i owe you an explanation.”
he sat back into his chair, crossing his legs and rocking his foot as he gave you the floor. satoru was preparing himself. thinking of the way he’d tell you he felt the same way and he was glad you’d kissed him. thinking of the way he’d counter your weak protests of uncertainty because you both knew how dangerous feelings were in this line of work. thinking of the way–
“it was for amanai.”
huh?
“the way she was looking at me,” you sighed, “the poor girl was mortified! and then she said i was your girlfriend and i just… panicked, i guess. i don’t feel that way about you, or anyone for what it’s worth. i’m sorry if i made you think otherwise.”
even though it wasn't the first topic on your mind, why were you lying to him? it was the perfect opportunity to tell him how you feel– or how you think you feel– about him. were you protecting your feelings? what did your unspoken feelings matter if either of you died tomorrow? idiot.
“don’t worry,” satoru said suddenly. “i was gonna say the same thing.”
what a liar. he was thinking of how to confess to you, how he’d leave all his complicated feelings about romance behind for you and only for you.
you nodded, flashing him a convincing smile. “good. then we’re okay?”
“we were never not okay.”
with a smile, you let yourself fall back onto the mattress, lifting your legs up in the air and kicking them back and forth– trying to distract yourself again.
“so,” you chirped up, putting your legs down and flipping over on your stomach. “you’ve been up for the past seventy-two hours?”
satoru chuckled, shaking his head as he looked up at you, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair, the warm lamplight contrasting his icy blue eyes. “it’s nothing to worry about.”
you hummed, tilting your head as he held eye contact, the ocean sounds being the only thing in the room other than the sounds of your slow breaths. you stood up, walking over to him. even when he was sitting, he was right below your eye level.
he looked up, blinking up at you through snowy lashes. your eyes met his, flickering up to his glasses.
without another word, you brought your fingers up to his glasses, giving him a soft smile as you pulled them down, covering his eyes again.
“if you say so.” you whispered, leaning down by his ear, your fingers cupping his face. your lips pressed against his cheek. his infinity was still activated, so you never really kissed him, but that didn’t stop him from flushing red, cheeks bright pink as you turned to walk away.
“wait-”
“good night, satoru.”
𓆩༺✧༻𓆪
“very good work everyone.” suguru praised gently. “we’re now inside jujutsu high’s barriers.”
amanai came to a stop at the top of the stairs, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. you chuckled as you rubbed her back. “boy am i relieved to hear that.”
“yes, so am i.” kuroi agreed, handing her a tissue to wipe her face.
satoru stood annoyed at to the side, though you could’ve sworn there was a light smile on his face when you walked over to him, placing your hand on his arm in gentle comfort.
“satoru.” suguru called out, getting his attention. “you really worked hard this time.”
you watched as he still pouted, your hand winding back to punch his bicep softly. “he’s right. lighten up, princess.”
he let out a breath, rolling his eyes. “i never wanna get stuck again babysitting some kid.”
“huh?” amanai started to tease.
but before anyone could make light of the situation, blood splattered onto the path, your uniform getting stained with the stray droplets.
satoru looked down with wide eyes, a blade drenched in red stabbed through his body. you choked on a gasp, satoru’s arms expanding out, pushing you away from him.
though, everyone would be lying if they said they weren’t surprised when satoru turned around, his tone light and teasing as if his blood wasn’t seeping out of his chest.
“excuse me, but have we met before?”
behind him stood a brute man, tall and muscular, his hair a familiar straight black. “yeah, we have. but don’t worry about it. i’m terrible at remembering guys’ names, too.”
satoru repelled him away, suguru releasing a cursed spirit to swallow him up, crashing into the ground and spewing dust into the air.
“satoru!” you and suguru called out, starting to rush over to him before he held out his hand.
“don’t worry, i’m fine.” he stood up, the bleeding seeming to have stopped. “i didn’t make it in time with my technique, but it missed my vitals. i then strengthened myself with cursed energy so the blade couldn’t be drawn out. it felt like nothing more than passing a safety pin through a big hole in a knit sweater. seriously i’m fine. you two make sure amanai is safe. i’ll deal with this guy myself.”
you and suguru remained still, bodies frozen in shock. “go suguru. take her. make sure you two get her to tengen.”
“satoru…” suguru mumbled, looking over to where you’d ran to amanai and kuroi, already guiding them towards your destination. “just be careful!”
𓆩༺✧༻𓆪
the elevator ride down to the deepest floor of jujutsu high was one of the worst things you'd ever experienced in your life.
you were gnawing on your lip the entire time, partially worried about satoru, but the other part bracing you for what was coming. the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open as you and suguru stepped out, amanai and kuroi following.
only a few steps were taken before kuroi stopped.
“riko.” kuroi’s voice echoed in the halls, causing all of you to turn around. “this is as far as i go. i wish you luck riko, please be–”
amanai cut her off, running up to kuroi and wrapping her arms tightly around her. “kuroi, i love you. i always have and i always will.”
“i love you too!”
you tried your hardest to fight your tears as you watched the scene unfold, suguru’s hand resting on your shoulder as you bit your lip, trying your best to keep it together.
“it’s not fair, sugu.” you whispered, trying to keep your voice quiet.
“i know, but you remember what satoru and i discussed, right? if she doesn’t want to go, i’ll bring her right back here to you and kuroi.”
reluctantly, they pulled away from each other, amanai turning back around to look at you and geto. you could see kuroi breaking down behind her, her tears neverending.
you turned around, “i’ll stay too. i’ll take kuroi back up and then go check on satoru.”
“what?!” amanai cried. “no, no i need you there, too!”
now it was your turn to be engulfed in her arms, her grip tight around your waist, her tears seeping though the fabric of your uniform. your hands came up to hold her, no longer being able to keep quiet as you sobbed.
“i can’t,” you mumbled, pulling away slightly to look down at her, cupping her face to tilt her head up. “i’m sorry.”
“no! please, please don’t leave me now!”
your hands were trembling, fingers pushing her stray bangs off her forehead as you smiled at her warmly. “you’ll see, okay? just trust me.”
for a brief second, you could see that glimmer of hope in her eyes. you hugged her once more, letting the second linger before you pulled away completely, letting her and suguru walk down the hall.
you turned around once they were out of sight, the walk down to where tengen was maintained would take them a while. kuroi was still behind you, her face red and soaked with tears as she fell to her knees sobbing into her hands.
“hey,” you mumbled, walking around and wrapping your arm around her shoulder as you looked down the hall, the skin of your knees meeting the cold floor. “everything will be okay.”
kuroi nodded, blinking up at you. your state wasn’t any better, but you’d managed to suppress most of your tears for now. she leaned into you, trying to compose herself as she rested her face into your shoulder.
you both sat in silence, the undergrounds of jujutsu high school surprisingly comforting in an eerie sort of way. you stood up, kuroi following as she wiped the rest of her tears away.
ding!
you smiled, turning around. “sato–!”
the echo of multiple gunshots filled the room, kuroi’s body falling to the ground before you could process what was happening.
“oh. wrong girl. oh well, i guess it works out anyway.”
your eyebrows furrowed as you heard the familiar voice, a whimper involuntary leaving your mouth as you stood frozen in a fear for just a second, your body moving immediately after, a bullet grazing your sleeve.
“you bastard!” you cried out, ripping your wraps off your hands, letting every bit of stored injuries release itself as cursed energy.
the man scoffed, his body disappearing before you could land a hit, your eyes shot wide, tears falling out with the wind blowing past your face.
did satoru...? it doesn’t matter. not right now.
“uhh, i’ll be honest. i don’t have time for this.”
you didn’t have time to question him before his disgusting worm spirit gagged out a blade, the same one that had satoru’s blood on it previously, a quick swing clipping your leg, blood starting to ooze out. you let out a grunt at the initial pain, activating your technique and letting it convert.
you barely had time to steady yourself before he was moving again. you gritted your teeth, forcing your weight onto your bleeding leg despite the harsh sting. cursed energy surged, burning hot beneath your skin in response to the pain.
“what did you do to him?” you asked shakily, looking for the best attack path.
“to who? gojo?” his tone was casual, as if you’d asked him for the time. “i killed him. went down pretty easy if you ask me.”
you felt as if you couldn’t breathe for a second, his words sticking. you lunged towards him, letting the converted cursed energy spike, violent and unrestrained. this time, your fist made contact, slamming into his ribs enough to send him flying back into a wall, the building shaking.
this guy wasn’t like anyone you’d fought before, the impact of hitting his strong figure leaving your knuckles screaming, skin tearing– yet your technique swallowed it whole, strength flooding your veins.
he recovered fast, too fast. you blinked, and a blade was slicing through your torso, the pain sharp enough to make you gasp out, forcing you to one knee.
a heavenly pact?
blood stained your uniform as more cursed energy roared through you, wild and untamed. nothing like you’d ever felt before. you pushed yourself upright, your hands shaking as you coughed out blood, the deep colour staining your hands.
“you’ve got that deferred impact technique, don’t ya?” he asked, lifting your chin to look up at him. with the tip of his blade, pressing it into your throat, the pain torturing every inch of your body. you weren’t used to this much pain at once, you couldn’t convert it fast enough.
and he knew it.
“you’re a kid.” he continued. “no output control, no release mechanism. you’re just letting it build and until you can pick a fight with someone.”
he pulled the blade out of your neck, letting you cough up more blood, the iron taste flooding your mouth as you fell forward, chest heaving. you felt another slash along your spine, a cry leaving your mouth so loudly it bounced off the walls. your vision was blurring, your muscles starting to tense up the overwhelming feeling.
“you-” with a wet inhale, you tried to push yourself back up, but to no avail. “you’re just making me stronger the more you hurt me, you know.”
the man chuckled, taking a step back to look down at you. “am i?”
your eyes blinked and yet again, he was gone, appearing behind you and kicking your back, forcing you right back down. you groaned in immense pain, your technique flaring out of control.
“looks like i’m not.”
“shut up.” you strained, forcing yourself up and twisting, your fist coming up to hit him again.
this time, he sidestepped easily, your attempt feeble at best. he grabbed your wrist mid-swing, using his strength to pull you up, raising your arm above you.
a scream ripped out of you as he pulled you into the blade again, your knees bucking as you tried to pull free, but to no avail.
he pulled the blade out, stepping to the side as you collapsed forward, lying in a pool of your own blood. you tried to move, tried to speak, but nothing. your vision became spotty, things moving in slow motion, the last thing you saw being him pulling out that same gun he'd killed kuroi with, descending down the hallway.
“amanai…”
juju stroll !
you yawned quietly, your morning shower doing an okay job at waking you up.
sitting at your desk, you pulled open the drawer that had all your makeup. but when you reached in, your fingers touched wood, the drawer completely empty.
your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to remember if you’d let shoko borrow anything or gave anything to utahime last time she was in tokyo.
however, your search came to an end quickly as you heard laughter from satoru’s dorm, a banging on your shared wall making your face go straight in annoyance.
with a sigh, you left your dorm, standing unamused in front of his door as you knocked, hearing the laughter go abruptly quiet from the other side.
“tch. i know you two are in there!” you huffed, knocking again.
“sorry! no one’s home!” satoru called out, raising his voice a few octaves to try and sound like a girl.
“satoru…” suguru sighed.
“open the door!”
“no one’s home!” satoru said again with that stupid voice.
you rolled your eyes, putting your hand on the door knob and pulling it off the door with the help of your technique.
as you stepped in, you watched with a stale expression as the two boys looked at you, faces smeared in lip gloss and what seemed to be mascara.
“uh…” satoru hesitated, seeing the cursed energy looming around your fist. “no one’s home?”
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