Where twilight meets bloom🌸

Blooming softly through every season Chasing moments that feel like magic✨

[susiekern]

4:40pm.

a/n: first post, so hello to anyone who wanders here, this is just something that popped into my head after binge watching jjk last week

obviously oc in jujutsu kaisen universe, Gojo is a simp, probably out of character but let me enjoy thingss

also english is not my first language, it wasn't proofread by anyone

hope you enjoy and welcome to my madness

word count - 2,427

It was an early afternoon when the first-years were heading towards the training stadium. Chatting about something Panda said over lunch, soft laughs filled the calm autumn scenery, bringing a soft smile to Gojo’s face.

“I think Maki was right about it, don’t you, Yuji?” Kugisaki turned to look at the boy over her shoulder, only to notice he slowed down and his gaze lingered over the main gate. “Yuji?”

“You okay, Itadori?” Gojo stopped right next to him, and he could swear there was a glimmer of Sukuna’s marks on his face, that disappeared after a second.

“Um, I sensed someone’s energy, and Sukuna is going wild.” He murmured, his words stopping Megumi and Kugisaki mid-step. As they both turned his way, two women climbing the stairs reached their eyesight.

“Oh? Eden?” The black-haired boy whispered, recognizing the older one, and quickly looked at Gojo, who seemed relieved. The younger girl, probably around their age, was the reason for Sukuna’s tantrum, he guessed. Even from this distance, all four of them could feel powerful cursed energy flowing from her body, and Fushiguro couldn’t help but notice it felt oddly similar to the energy he felt when Yuji ate the cursed finger.

“Oi, Satoru! You’ll help me with the bag or just keep staring?” The woman who Megumi called Eden waved her hand at them and smirked.

For a moment, Kugisaki focused on her and nearly sighed in awe. She was beautiful, with long black hair pulled into a half-updo situation, fair skin, big eyes, a thin scar over the bridge of her nose, and a full-black outfit that fitted her toned body. But what almost got that sigh out of Nobara was the fact you could tell she was strong. She had that presence, similar to Gojo or Nanami; when one looks their way, made you shiver with respect. And it wasn’t her scar or tattooed arms, it was her energy.

The younger girl was almost the opposite. Blonde, nearly white hair, a baby blue dress, and nerves written all over her face. And as Eden’s energy was balanced, hers was unsettling, flowing in irregular waves.

When their teacher came closer to take the said bag from Eden, he grunted, leaning dramatically to one side.

“For someone who doesn’t carry weapons, your bag is heavier than Maki’s.”

“Shut up, Toru.” She rolled her eyes and closed the distance between her and the students. “So, that’s Itadori Yuji? Sukuna’s vessel?” Before Gojo could answer, she stretched her hand towards Yuji. “Geto Eden, nice to meet you.”

“Geto? As like…?” Kugisaki took a small step back.

“As like Geto Suguru, yes. My younger brother.” Eden nodded, not looking away from Itadori. The pink-haired boy shook her hand after a few seconds, a bit hesitantly. “Tell me, Yuji. Sukuna is aware of everything around you?”

“Y-yes.” Itadori answered when he saw Gojo nod over the woman’s shoulder. “Usually he’s just silent, sometimes he comments a lot, but overall I think he’s aware 24/7.”

“Good. I hope he hears this.” Eden smiled and turned towards her younger companion. “Everyone, this is a new… transfer student. Ayato Izumi, Anahime Saori’s vessel.”

Ever since the evening they merged, Yuji hasn’t once felt Sukuna try to take control like right now. He winced a little, rubbing his temple when the curse started screaming in his domain.

“He heard you. And whatever that means, he’s going crazy.”

“Saori was the same when she first heard about Sukuna.” It was the first time Ayato had spoken since she arrived here, and almost everyone glanced at her. “What? Ah yes, sorry. Nice to meet you all, Ayato Izumi, the vessel and sorceress.”

Her awkward hand wave was reciprocated by the students. Meanwhile, Gojo and Eden exchanged looks that seemed to be a full argument, ending in Eden’s irritated sigh.

“Fine, my goodness. Since this lazy ass who calls himself a teacher won’t do it, I will.” Crossing her arms, she looked at each of them. “Quick history lesson. Anahime Saori was a sorceress in the golden era, one of the greatest. Until she was captured by Sukuna’s minions and brought to him. Suddenly, she’s on a bad side, under his shoe.”

“Bullshit.” Eden was stopped by the curse himself. He gave up trying to take control, popping up as an additional mouth and eye on Yuji’s cheek instead.

“I don’t know if that’s gross or cool.” Woman muttered under her breath. A curse so powerful it was able to manifest on its vessel?

“Saori and I were bonded. In the world of idiots, and as you said, minions, she was my equal.” Sukuna’s words seemed to shock all students except for Ayato.

“Yes, the only living thing you respected.” Eden nodded, happy that her plan to get a reaction from the King of Curses worked. Though she expected him to communicate by Itadori, she was taken aback by the mouth. She took a step closer to the boy and leaned his way. “Now, since you decided to join us, Saori happens to live in Izumi’s body, the same as you live in Yuji’s. So you know the rules, Sukuna. The only reason this girl wasn’t exorcised is that the higher-ups for once listened when I said she could be useful. That her presence would put you in place. Show them I was right, and you might even talk to her again.” Her whisper shut Sukuna up, a growl being his only reaction before the mouth and eye closed and disappeared. “Great! Now, how about you guys show Izumi around and I’ll report to Yaga?”

She nodded at Gojo to follow her and started walking towards the main building. When she passed Megumi, she smiled at him and ruffled his already messy hair. Three, no, four students watched as they made it through the giant door, heading towards the offices. Yuji and Megumi moved their eyes to Megumi.

“Who on earth was that?!” Itadori nearly screamed, feeling how stress was slowly leaving his body. Sukuna seemed to calm down after what the woman said, and his head felt lighter. Was this a proposition? Or a threat? Yuji wasn’t sure.

“Geto Eden.” Megumi shrugged and turned to Izumi to offer help with her bag.

“That we got, but what else?” It was Kugisaki’s turn to ask, her hand on hips, one brow lifted.

“She’s a special grade sorceress, one year older than Gojo, from what I remember. She could seem rough, but she’s nice. She helped him a lot with me and Tsumiki.”

“Yeah, I spent a few days with her, and she seems sweet.” Izumi agreed, passing her bag to Megumi with a thankful nod. Nobara and Itadori decided to drop the topic, at least for now, and introduced themselves properly to the new girl.

“Oh right, I almost forgot, about Eden.” They were all walking to the dorm to show Izumi where everything was located when Fushiguro spoke again. He immediately got everyone’s attention. “She’s engaged. To Gojo.”

“WHAT?!”

---

“I missed you so much.”

As soon as her office door closed behind them, Satoru got her pinned against it, his lips on hers, arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Missed you too. I’m never taking such a long mission again.” Eden whispered between kisses, putting her hands on his cheeks. After being away for so long, she’d be happy to stay right here, in his arms forever, but as soon as Gojo’s fingers slipped under her black shirt to graze her sides, he took a step back.

“What is that?” His blindfold was off in a second as he got on his knees before her and pulled the shirt higher, revealing a pale scar.

"Relax, Toru, it’s nothing.” He ignored her, too focused on the line. It was probably a remainder after a cut that started on her side and went down, disappearing under her pants.

“I hate when you go on missions alone.” Slim fingers followed the scar when her own brushed through his white hair.

“It’s a part of the job, Satoru. Besides, I could say the same thing.” Eden sighed and lowered her hands to his chest as her partner stood up. “We both knew what this life looked like. You knew about it first when you asked me to be your girlfriend and then to marry you.”

“I know, I know. It’s just… I feel like I should protect you, and whenever you get hurt, I fail.” A small smile appeared on Eden’s face when he leaned his forehead on hers, his hands back on the woman’s sides.

“I’d love to remind you, I’m as much a special grade as you are, mister bodyguard. I can protect myself. Even though having you by my side all the time sounds nice.” Satoru nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in.

He never appreciated a physical touch as much as he did right now. When one of them had a long mission, and he could finally hold Eden in his arms when they reunited. For the past weeks when she was away, he constantly felt like he was missing a part of himself, a part that now fit right in. All it took was her warm body next to his, her soft voice, fingers on his face or neck. She felt like home, and Satoru loved that feeling.

---

“So, how’s Itadori?”

It was late evening, maybe even night already, when Eden and Satoru sat on the couch in their living room. When his fiancée was “fixing herself” after using only hotel bathrooms for weeks and finally reuniting with her cosmetics, Gojo ordered her favorite takeout and turned on a TV show they started watching before she left. It was still paused in the middle of the episode, exactly where they left it. He couldn’t stop himself from taking deep breaths every few minutes, her vanilla shower gel scent taking over his mind and calming his nerves as they caught up on everything that happened. One of their rules from “The Guide to Happy and Very Much Alive Sorcerers Relationship” was keeping the contact low when one of them was away. As long as it wasn’t a life or death matter, it could’ve waited until they were back. It also helped with focusing on getting the job done and going home faster.

“He’s good. This kid is a natural, he learned in a month what some kids need almost half a year for. And the fact he’s got full control over Sukuna? Crazy.” Eden smiled, seeing how excited he was. She always knew Satoru would make a great teacher, so when he got the offer from Yaga, she was ready to promise him anything just so he would accept it. “Oh, Megumi is doing great too. I think he actually benefits a lot from working with Itadori and Nobara. She’s a bit crazy, but talented and smart as hell. You’ll like her.”

Right, it was time for a break, Eden reminded herself, taking another bite of her teriyaki chicken. Even the higher-ups agreed that she deserved some time to rest after hunting the curse users for almost three months and then securing Saori’s vessel. She’ll probably be responsible for her training too, since she was the one who brought her all the way to Tokyo.

“How did you even find Izumi?” In moments like this one, Eden started to wonder if Gojo’s eyes somehow let him read her mind. Or maybe it was how well he knew her, always seemed to know what was going on in her head. She swallowed the last piece of chicken and put the box on the coffee table.

“It was an accident, to be honest. Do you remember Ayato Ame from Kyoto? She was in the same year I was, and we met during an exchange event. I remembered her clan had their main house in the village I passed through on my way back from the islands. The plan was to just visit an old friend, and when I got there, I felt Izumi’s energy.” Gojo listened carefully while finishing his dessert. Actually his second dessert, but who’d count? “It turns out Saori was just always with her, she probably got in contact with a cursed object when she was younger. Their family descends from the Anahime bloodline, and they store a shitton of weird items in their underground. From then it was just a matter of talking her into coming to Tokyo, which wasn’t particularly hard. Teenagers. And when Saori heard about Sukuna’s vessel, she was talking about it non-stop from what Izumi told me.”

Satoru laughed, closing his eyes for a moment. When he looked at her again, there were so many things written in his gaze that he couldn’t and wouldn’t have to say out loud. He leaned forward and left the food on the table to pull Eden into his arms. It took a second to find a comfortable position, but they finally figured it out. Eden was basically lying on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, hand beneath the material of a white long-sleeve she stole from Gojo’s part of the closet. The other hand was laying next to hers, over his heart. For a while, they just stayed like this, both cherishing the moment.

“Do you think they actually care about each other?” When she asked this, Gojo looked down at her with furrowed brows.

“Who?”

“Sukuna and Saori. Well, I should’ve asked, do you think that Sukuna cares for her. Izumi told me how Saori talked about him, and I can’t imagine Sukuna like that.” Her fiancé sighed and laid his head back on the armrest. Blue eyes focused on the way lights were playing on the ceiling while he thought about the answer.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” It was Eden’s turn to look confused, but she waited patiently for Satoru to continue. “He was like us before, a jujutsu sorcerer. Times were different, sure, he was an asshole even as a human, but that doesn’t change the fact that he was, and maybe still is, capable of having feelings. Saori did the same thing he did with his fingers, right?”

“Yes, she said it was their way of ensuring they’d be together after he created his cursed parts.”

“I think I get it.” He smiled slightly and lowered his head to look into the black eyes he knew so well. “If I were Sukuna, I’d do anything not to spend an eternity without you.”

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