Studying @ Gojo’s

A/N: Hey besties!! I made a jjk studying series for all of you who are studying for exams rn! Let’s start with Gojo! <33

• Gojo’s luxury apartment was a nice place to study, lofi hip hop playing softly from the speakers, a big table next to the window wall that let the sunlight deep through, shining down on your revision notes.
• “My little nerd still studying?” You hear a teasing voice from behind.
• “Mhm” you reply, eyes still glued to the notes in front of you.
• You hear a sigh this time but you can tell he’s come closer, then suddenly you find two long arms wrapping around your shoulders, and his chin plopped on to your head.
• “What if I just… paid the exam board to make you pass?”
• You laugh at Gojo’s suggestion, the worse thing is you knew he was probably being serious.
• “I’m serious” he says, confirming your thoughts as he pokes your cheek.
• “Too pretty to be studying” he mutters against your cheek as he pressed kisses to it, making you giggle.
• But as you reached to the side to grab your pen, Gojo quickly snatched it first.
• “Huh?”
• “Nuh uh! No more work unless you eat some kikufuku with me” he said, leaving no more for argument as you struggle to grab the pen from his hand, he grins widely as you jump to match his tall figure but fail.
• And as you jump up to grab it one more time, his long arms finds it’s way to your waist, tugging you into his embrace with a chuckle. “Ah! Gojo!-“
• “C’mon bubs, time for some mochi” he says casually but his smug grin is present. He carries you like a baby as he grabs the mochi from the kitchen and return to the living area, sitting down in your seat and placing you on his lap.
• You smile gratefully at Gojo before giving him a kiss, as he lets you return to studying while he feeds you the mochi, taking a bite out of it every now and then too. Occasionally, playfully biting your cheek but you didn’t mind.
• Eventually the tall white haired man got a call, you feel his muscular arms tighten around your waist as he muttered a ‘be right back love’ in your ear. You kiss his jaw before he leaves to answer the call.
• Now you don’t know how long you sat there studying for, but once you took a deep breath and shifted your eyes away from notes momentarily, you notice a post it note and one more kikufuku next to you.
• ‘So proud of you bby :)’ was written, with a small dick drawing next to it.
• You giggle to yourself as you munched on the mochi. Studying doesn’t feel so bad when it’s with Gojo <3

NSFW

Gojo

Fucking a one night stand

• Endlessly selfish
• If he thinks you taste sweet enough then he’ll go down on you
• People talk about him using infinity to make his dick bigger but I think he’s cocky enough that he himself has never though to use it
• He has stamina, even when you’re ready to give up and pass out
• “Such a good fuck hole for me”
• Comes off kind sleezy
• Favorite position is reverse cowgirl

Making love

• He’ll go down on you almost everytime
• If he enjoys the way he taste you’ll have to pull him off of you
• He’s very enthusiastic about almost everything
• Likes to lay back and watch you choke on him
• Tries to be less forceful with you
• Favorite position is missionary
• Enjoys cupping your cheek to make you look at him
• “You’re doing so well baby”

Fucking his love

• Face fucking
• Favorite position is doggy
• Hair pulling
• “You’re taking me so well, I bet you can take more”
• Is against toy play, but not props like hand cuffs or collars
• Tells you exactly how he wants to push your limits
• Loves seeing tears in your eyes
• Constantly saying “mine”

I was re-reading the tpn manga and OMG MY MAN GOJO WAS IN GOLDY POND ‼️

I call him mr. Worldwide cuze he is everywhere ️️

Hot Things the Jujutsu Kaisen Men Do

Warning: slight 18+

Masterlist

Getou:

• Getou is literally going to be such a gentleman. I refuse to believe he isn’t
• He would be the kind of guy to walk his fingers across your back as he reached around your waist then pull you into his side as he pinched your hip
• Getou is beautiful so when he catches you staring (you know you would stare. Don’t lie) he would lean forward so he met your gaze and would smirk before reaching out to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. He’d give it a little tug before sitting back in satisfaction at the blush on your cheeks
• His chill demeanor is so attractive as well. He’d literally just do whatever you want
• He loves his kimonos, probably the only thing he will ever wear, but he will leave the top half loose so his chest can be on display. (Think Shigure Sohma from fruits basket)
• He loves to tease you. He will raise his eyebrows and stick his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he does this. So hot.
• He also loves to look down at you with hooded eyes rather than crane his neck to look down. His gaze often comes off as seductive, so you easily get heated over that

Nanami:

• I am detrimentally I’m love with this man
• He would definitely speak to you with his big business man voice most of the time and it’s so hot for him like COME ON I’d pay to be degraded by him
• He would lend you his button up shirts when you came over because he loves it when you sleep in them. Loves fucking you in them even more. He’d button it back up after you both finish and to me that’s so attractive idk bro
• He’d be so gentle but so stern. Same way in bed. Yep. Totally.
• He would hold your hand in public and grip it tighter when he caught someone checking you out. I think he’d be secure in his relationship with you, but jealous Nanami is sexy okay? Okay.
• His confidence and security is so hot too good lord above. The way he is just so commanding…
• Nanami would also be having a drink after work, tie loose around his neck as he threw his head back against the chair and swirled the ice in his gin and tonic and groaned
• Nanami would roll up his sleeves as you talk to him, head angled down as his eyes never leave yours. You’d be turned into a stuttering mess and he would play clueless, but his smirk gave him away
• He wouldn’t know how hot he is

Gojo:

• He is like the hot asshole jock dude you went to high school with
• He KNOWS he’s hot and he won’t let you forget it
• He would constantly be leaning over you, showing off his impressive height. He loves showing you how small you are compared to him. Definitely comes into play in the bedroom as well…
• He’d also be an unofficial/official sugar daddy. He’d pay for everything your little heart could desire
• He’d also be the type to not even look at a bill before slapping his card on it, knowing it’s not a problem
• Gojo would be the type of guy to stretch his long limbs in a way that allows his shirt to pull up just enough to tease you. His white happy trail accenting his delicious abs
• He would send you a wink every time he caught you staring at him (on sunglasses days) and he’d have the perfect boyish smirk to compliment it
• Also, he’s a man spreader, but it works for him. He’d pull you by the hips/waist to have you sit on his thigh or lap every time you walk by
• Gojo fucking Satoru is too sexy for his own good.

Toji:

• He’s a dilf. Boom. I could leave it at that. Dilfs are hot. Superior men.
• But anywho, Toji would flex his massive size any chance he got. He’d grab the tops of doorframes, leaning into it so his shirt stretched across his muscles.
• He would also be the kind of guy that would grab your waist from behind if you were trying to reach something on a top shelf. 50% of the time he will grab it and 50% of the time he will full on lift you up to grab it.
• Definitely grabs your face to kiss you. A cheek pincher too so you pucker up for him
• He would have a 5 o’clock shadow every other day and it’s so attractive on him. Definitely a dilf thing if you ask me
• Toji would always have an arm back behind you in any chair or seat. That’s also including when he is reversing in a car. He’d do THE THING when backing up. He’d even throw you a wink as he did it
• He would also always have a hand on your knee. He’d be a tease and squeeze up and down your thigh at inconvenient moments
• I feel like he would have a manly scent that was distinct to him. It wouldn’t be stinky or anything, just unique and manly and delicious because it’s Toji Fushiguro

Running || Satoru x F! Reader

CW// Angst to Fluff, Mentions of Verbal Abuse. Takes place during his high school days.

[Now Playing ➪’There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’ - The Smiths ]

“Run away with me, Y/n.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks bloomed a reddish color at his request, “Run.. away? Are you crazy?!” you spoke in a hushed voice.

It was around 3 A.M. when he had come in through your window. Thankfully for him, You weren’t asleep. You had found it hard to sleep after the verbal thrashing your father had given you. As usual, He was comparing you to to your best friend, Satoru Gojou, and how you had to be better than him or else you’d be truly in for it.

Unlike Gojou, You weren’t praised for what you were blessed with, they were more intrested in what your abilities could do for them. Everytime you did something romotely wrong, they’d make into this big fight and all you were left with was a broken spirit.

“But Sato’ If i leave they’ll-!”

“They won’t do anything to us Y/n! You’re with The Gojou Satoru. They literally can’t touch me!” he gave you a confident smile.

You looked away from him and contemplated the pros and cons of taking his offer.

“C'mon! You’re the strongest out of everyone in your clan, why should you be sfraid of them? Run away with me, Y/n. It’s what we’ve dreamed of since we were kids is it not?” he smiled to you once more.

“You’re right..” you started to look back at him and flashed him a toothy grin as you leaped out of bed, he was sitting on your windowsill now. “Let me pack my essentials and we can get away from here.”

“I promise you won’t regret it!”

-

“I’m finally free!” you announced as you danced in the town square on the way to the train station. “That, you are.” Satoru smiled warmly at you as he gazed at your dancing figure in the moonlight.

The Square was filled with food stands and people playing instruments, The happy music almost compelling those that heard the happy tunes to dance to it.

This night was ethereal. You felt like you could do anything. He felt like he had his whole world right in front of him, You. It was something very obvious to the both of you, but you two never spoke of it.

-

You laid with your head on Satoru’s lap as you rode the train to God knows where.

“Where are we going?” you questioned him.

“Wherever the train takes us!” he said as if it was the most normal thing he’d ever said.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”

“I’d make a better boyfriend, too.” he smiled at you as you playfully smacked his thigh, “You’re such a dork! Quit playing with me before I try to see for myself.” you gave him a sly grin. “Please do, I promise you won’t be unsatisfied.” he winked back at you, making your heart do flips.

“Ahh.. Maybe one day I will.” You smiled as he looked at you lovingly.

-

“It’s so.. Beautiful.” you said as you looked over at the city beyond the mountain top you were currently at with Satoru.

You two had set your belongings down to enjoy the view.

“Just like you~” He complimented as he hugged you from behind.

“Don’t Pl-”

“I’m not playing with you Y/n. You really are beautiful.” he nuzzled his neck into the junction of your neck as you held his hands that were around your waist.

“Sato’?”

“Mm?”

“Do you like me?” you asked.

“You’re only now realizing?” he chuckled.

“You’ve never said it to me so I thoughg I was the only one.” You warmly giggled.

“Well then, as thou hast requested: I like you Y/n.” he laid butterfly kisses on your neck and as he went to kiss your cheek, he met your soft lips instead.

“Getting a little bold now aren’t we, Bunny?”

You hugged him and he picked you up so your arms could actually reach around his neck.

“I’m glad I ran away with you.”

“I’m glad I asked you to.”

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Happy Birthday | Satoru x F! Reader | JJK Oneshots

CW// None just Gojou being Gojou

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: Y/n doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday, Gojou can relate.

It had been almost a year since Gojou and you have gotten into a serious relationship and started dating. Of course you’d learned a lot of things about him and some about his past. You noticed he didn’t tell you a lot but of course, you respected that because you also found it hard to open up.

You noticed his childish aspects, like how he rarely eats vegetables and absolutely adores sweets. Of course, you noticed his mature aspects, like how he was always willing to talk out your differences, especially after an argument.

Of course, he noticed things about you too, like how you chewed on your thumb subconsciously most of the time, or how you were always the first to apologize after/during an argument.

You both loved each other and loved learning new things about each other, but today was the day Satoru would learn something new about you.

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“Enjoy your sweets, Mr. Gojou! Give Ms. L/n my regards!”

“Thanks! I will!” He thanked as he walked out of the shop he and you were regulars at.

He had gotten some Mochi for you and him to share back at home, he of course, knew it was a special day today.

It was your birthday.

It was a bit weird because, today, you basically shut everyone out — telling them you’d be busy so probably wouldn’t be picking up your phone. The thing was, you weren’t busy. Of course, Satoru saw behind your façade and wanted to know why you wanted to be alone.

Of course, he knew what it was like being/wanting to be alone for your birthday. But during the whole time he was dating you, you never once mentioned your birthday.

He just wondered, ‘Was it really that bad?’

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You huddled under the blankets on your couch watching the Twilight Saga for the hundredth time tonight as you ate a cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

You’d been crying a lot today, wallowing in your loneliness while trying to forget about the whole reason why you were alone on your 26th birthday and why you have been since you were 12.

As far as you could remember, you always felt alone on your birthday, of course, there were times when you felt happy. Like when you were ten and you and your cousins terrorized the other little kids by roughhousing in the bounce house at your party.

But of course there was a time when you invited everyone of your friends and no one came so you just gave up on it. This fear is what kept you from ever making a big party. A pity party (no pun intended) was what you’d grown accustomed to and that was enough for you.

Because at least no one would ruin it. No one would make you feel bad or hurt you, and that was okay with you.

The movie finished and you were about to put on the fourth one and get some chips, but then you heard a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone, so you didn’t answer.

But then they knocked again,

And again,

And again.

Finally you got fed up and decided to go see who was ruining your pity party.

Stopping at your door, you asked: “Who is it?“

The person at the other door, answered: “Your One And Only: Gojou Satoru!”

“A-Ah.. Um, I’m-!”

“Busy, yes I know, so I’ve come to bother you!” He finished happily.

“But I need to be really concentrated! S-so I can’t-“

“Are you going to keep lying to me, Bunny?”

You wondered how the hell Satoru knew you were lying, nonetheless, you could never really resist the nickname he gave you.

You opened the door and pulled him into your dimly lit apartment and closed the door so soon as he came in.

“Bunny, If you wanted to get me alone you could’ve just said-“

He stopped his joke when you encased him in your arms and started sobbing. One of his large hands pet your hair and the other rested around your back.

“Bunny, It’s okay.. let’s talk about this, yeah?”

You slowly shook your head ‘no’ and said, “Please let’s just stay like this a little longer..” as you gripped his sweater tighter.

He let out a soft hum and nuzzled into your hair. With that, he bent down a bit to pick you up, you hooked your thighs around his torso as he put his hands underneath them to keep you steady. Your arms were around his neck as you tried to see where he was taking you.

“Let me take off my sweater so we can cuddle, Bunny.” He said as he set you down on your shared, king sized bed and went to the bathroom to change.

You instantly felt the coldness of being lonely once more so you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them. As soon as you were going to start insulting yourself for being vulnerable in front of Satoru, he came out looking more comfortable, and huggable in your opinion.

His blindfold was off so you were able to see his beautiful azure eyes that held so much love for you. He told you to wait and walked out of the room.

“Mochi.. Where are you going?” You asked in a tired voice as you peeled out of the room to find him. He was coming back but this time he had a bag from the bakery you both loved.

“Do you love me that much, Bunny?~” he smirked.

You blushed slightly but you couldn’t give him the reaction he wanted, your heart didn’t allow it. As you looked at the floor you noticed his feet in your view, he placed his warm, calloused hand onto your chin and lifted it up so he could look at you.

You tried so hard to not cry right then and there but then you noticed how he glanced at your lips then your eyes once more as if he was asking for permission. “May I?”

You nodded and he leaned in. Your hands crept up to grip his shirt as he pulled you closer with his other hand that held the bag with sweets.

His lips as always, tasted sweet. You noticed how he nibbled on your bottom lip, how he grazed over your cheek with his thumb. Even with your eyes closed, you still noticed how a few tears escaped them.

Pulling away, he looked down at you and wiped your tears. “Bubba.. What’s wrong?”

“…I just… “ you looked down again, “ .. I don’t like today.”

Grabbing your wrist, he led you to the bed and buried the both of you under the soft, fluffy blankets. “I got us some Kikufuku, for your birthday.” He said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“My.. Wait, ..who told you?” You looked up at him, your hair tickling his neck. “I’m your boyfriend and you think I’m not going to know my future-wife’s birthday?” He reasoned.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, “W-well, it’s just that I never mentioned it..” you fiddled with your fingers for a moment before picking up a piece of the kikufuku Mochi and began chewing on it.

“You’re cute. Now..” he began. You knew what was coming and you hated that it was unavoidable.

“I’m sorry I lied to everyone.. it was just for today anyways..” you said as you began to reflect on what you were doing. “I just.. I don’t like today, specifically.. my birthday.” You confessed.

Petting your hair, he chuckled softly, “It’s okay Bunny, no need to apologize.” You shared your Mochi with him, putting it near his lips and of course, he bit on the soft and chewy treat.

“I’ve been alone on my birthdays too.” He admitted.

You caressed his cheek and he shifted his gaze from the ceiling, to you. His Sky-blue eyes were so mesmerizing to you, truly: you adored him.

Everything about him. But the thing you loved the most about him,

Was that he understoodyou.

“I’m glad you’re here, Satoru.” You gave him a smile, a genuine smile. “You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“You’re really giving me an ego boost right now, Honey Buns.” he smirked at you. “Happy birthday, Y/n.”

You closed your eyes and relaxed into his body as he warmed you up.

“Satoru?”

“Yeah, Bunny?”

“I love you..”

“I love you too, Bunny.”

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૮ᏊWEATHERING WITH YOU— GOJO SATORU

a/n: to the anon who asked for this, if you’re still here, the emoji is all yours. first fic of the year and it’s angst..it’s kinda rusty but i reallyliked this concept. this took me forever to finish. i am so sorry. the ugliness of my writing does not reflect the beauty of this man.

tags: angst, soulmate au (red string of fate), not proofread, flirty gojo, male reader, manga spoilers, past satosugu.

wc: 2.2k

He has been, and always will be, an extension of his own wickedness. Despite the many lives he lives— at home, he is Satoru. At work, in public, he is Gojo. To his students, he is their Sensei. Eventually, the lines begin to blur into an alarming shade of red. Burning, scarlet and untouchable, invisible strands of thread travel through the alleyways of Kawasaki City.

At home, he is Satoru. The notorious heartbreaker, the ‘soulmate’ to many— he has the red strings to prove it. He stares into his reflection, pulling at the pale skin encasing his soul. It feels forlorn, his body is not his own. The distorted image of himself stares back at him, cerulean eyes wide and sunken, completely unblinking. He tries to put on a smile, figurative chains pulling at his cheeks and leaving indents that mock him endlessly.

At home, he is Satoru. With gangly limbs and unruly hair. His blindfold, tussled between white bundles, remains over his eyes as he brushes his teeth. The bristles swipe over his gums, across each tooth, and metallic blood finds itself enamored with his toothpaste. He spares a second glance at his reflection.

He’s never felt so tired in his life.

In public, he is Gojo. He steps into the crisp, winter air with festive bags draped over his strong arms. Railings are decorated with a frozen chrysalis, and Gojo catches sight of himself. His pale skin is flushed, a blotchy shade of pink that clashes with the rest of his face. Even then, he smiles through his black, cloth mask before picking up a phone call. He is respected— respectable, as a man, because of his ability to masquerade, he supposes.

In public, he is Gojo. No one bats an eye as he flirts, slinging his winter coat over his shoulder as he opens a door for the prettiest person he can see within a five mile radius. He responds to flushed “thank you”s with a cunning smile and a gentle wink, later sliding passed with his hand ghosting over soft waists.

He’s never felt so tired in his life.

To his students, he is their Sensei. Idealized, omniscient, indomitable. His abilities are uncanny, the weight of Six Eyes diminished and underestimated— because Gojo, Satoru, a mentor at Tokyo Jujitsu High, a special grade sorcerer, is the perfect fit. His Six Eyes tell him he’s unbounded, but his soul knows otherwise. Tinted red strings tie themselves to each of his fingers, each tighter than the rest— but only one burns brightest.

Invisible strands of thread travel through the alleyways of Kawasaki City, tying Satoru down to an unreachable, desolate, cliff. Undisclosed loneliness gnaws at his abdomen, and chips away at his liver until it grows back the following morning. He wonders who feeds on his very being, who tugs at the strings tied down to his long, cadaverous fingers.

Snow falls onto wet concrete, January air nipping at your fingertips. It’s a fruitless effort, huffing into your palms as your brisk stride carries you through a damp alleyway. Despite the many lives you live— you’ve always been honest. Some part of you, you suppose, will always be left upon your sleeve. whether you spend sleepless nights trying to mend that or not. The day flies past you in a blur, stuck on autopilot, until you realize you’ve smacked your hand against the register.

Before you could succumb to the rabid evil of your mind, a new customer drops a nauseatingly sweet treat onto the worn conveyor belt. The arrangement of sweets seem to be leftovers from the store’s bakery, wrapped delicately with bows and intricate wrapping paper. Your arms ache with fatigue, though you’re still grateful for the distraction.

The cash register mocks you with your very own reflection, and as the sweet is pulled forward, you catch yourself frowning at the dull depiction of you. The distorted image of yourself stares back at you, tired eyes sunken in and exhausted. You try to put on a smile, eyes flickering up to meet the tall man with an insatiable sweet tooth.

You’ve never felt more tired in your life.

A mosaic of effervescent, electrifying, hues of blue cluster in your vision, indescribable shades blurring together. Hauntingly— painstakingly, beautiful.

Then, almost immediately, you’re overwhelmingly warm and gaping in unfiltered awe. His grin is just as bright as his eyes, your heart buffering before you can register your facial expression. Looking up to the stranger in front of you, you exhale breathlessly and shove the sweets into the recyclable bag.

He’s beautiful. Unapologetically, unconventionally, irrevocably, beautiful.

His eyes are blue; sunset lit and sparkling with shades that remain nameless to this day. His hair is the cleanest tinge of white you’ve ever seen, brighter than the snow blanketing the rooftops and streetlights. His glossy, rosy, lips curl into a cunning grin.

You’re quick to ring him up, clenching your jaw as your fingers struggle to separate each end of the plastic bag. With the man hovering directly parallel to you, an anxious tremor racks your body. At this angle, shadows meet to frame him perfectly. The curve of his face, the slope of his Adam’s apple, his silhouette blanketed by a ray of sunlight that peeks through desolate clouds.

“Is that— Will that be all for today?” You clear your throat, leaning against the register stand with fabricated confidence. You watch him readjust his sunglasses, his plump lips jutting out as he thinks over his purchases. Despite the coy display, his long fingers slide out of his pocket with one languid motion. He pulls out a card, shiny and gleaming with wealth you could never begin to comprehend. Not while you work 9-5, anyway.

“Well, when you put it like that it’s kind of embarrassing!” He huffs dramatically, waving the card between two manicured fingers. He taps it against his bottom lip once, then twice, and leans over the register— seemingly taller by the second. With zero comprehension of personal space, he tilts his gaze down from your lips to the cash register pin-pad. His breath smells of mint and chocolate chips, but it’s the smell of his expensive cologne that curves your judgement. For a moment, you consider what it’d be like— being wrapped up in his honey-smooth scent. His voice lowers to a whisper as he tilts his head, “Don’tcha think?”

“Uhm,” You mumble, hushed. There’s an impenetrable force compelling you to step forward, bask yourself in his congenial warmth, despite only having seen him a handful of times here and there. You’re breathless, completely discarding the question all together as you watch him fix his posture. Somehow, he seems even taller, as if his legs have no end. “Excuse me?”

His omniscient grin wavers, only slightly, and if you weren’t studying his expression with intense care you’re not sure you would’ve noticed it. His eyes, blanketed by dark shades, trail down to his hand, across your bicep, and back to your ring finger. His smile tightens, but he clears his throat to speak nonetheless.

“[Name], is it?” His saccharine smile twinkles as he changes the subject, blue eyes rereading your name tag. “You hit your hand awfully hard just a second ago. I don’t usually flirt with boys, but…”

His hand travels to meet yours, gentle and soft despite rugged scars that litter his palm. With Six Eyes he can see it all much too clear— a blazing red string that ties himself down to you. But this has to be some sort of dream—it’s all too sudden, all too real. His fingers cascade across the tendons of your hand, where you’ll be sure to bruise later. He inhales sharply, intense crimson spreading throughout his warm fingertips, with heavy cotton in his head. Selfishly enough, he hopes the forming bruise will be the only thing connecting his soul to yours.

Oh..” You respond, swiping his card with trembling hands. “It’s nothing, really.”

You take in the sight of Gojo (you’d learned his name a few nights ago) under streetlights, his glossy irises bouncing yellow hues off it’s surface. He holds onto your hands like he’s known you forever, leading you down the cold streets of Kawasaki City. Lilliputian sheets of black ice blanket the open street— which remains unusually quiet for the late evening. His stride never wavers, despite stepping on ice several times. His gaze is shielded, but his shoulders remain dropped and weary, and you can’t help but wonder about his story. You hope to have the chance to discover who he really is, behind those glasses, but your thoughts collide before you can sort yourself out.

His reciprocated gaze is full of fascination, uncharacteristically speechless and— wounded. Almost like he’s watching himself in the reflection of your eyes, his lips split into a bittersweet grin. There with you physically, his mind seems to have drifted off elsewhere. The whirlwind of emotions welling up in his head jostles him with whiplash..the image through his eyes seems hypnagogic, almost like he’s looking right through you.

“Satoru?” You ask, expelling his name much too warm for his liking.

Hearing his name repeated so sweetly, like it had been so long ago, makes a heavy lump of bile form in his throat. This moment he’s sharing with you— it belongs to someone else. Tears form at the corner of his eyes, and Satoru blinks rapidly behind his disguise. Holding hands under the pale moonlight, keeping the other warm with residual body heat… This moment belongs to happiness. Happiness, found in long, dark hair and eggplant eyes. Found in smug remarks and tangled hair bands. In Suguru.

And you..you are not Suguru.

“Hm?” He inhales sharply through his nose, an even sharper crack exuding from his lips. Your gaze follows his movement, frantic and confused as he pulls himself free from whatever internal conflict just flickered across his face. He traces something you can’t quite comprehend, moving alongside it as if there’s an invisible line that’s caught in knots and tangled past reconstruction connected to your fingertips. He shakes his head, a rancorous snigger escaping past his shiny lips. “Oh, nothing! I was just thinking…”

“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Is what you thought you’d hear— somehow, somewhere, beneath a vast kaleidoscope of blue hues.. you found yourself selfish enough to hope for more. It was fate that brought him to you, a diverging path of the unknown haunting your loneliest nightmares. And you’re delighted, delighted to have met Satoru. With striking eyes and unruly hair— large palms and a contagious laugh. To you, despite only knowing him for a short amount of time, that was happiness.

Knowing it’s not reciprocated, even in the quietest part of your mind…

“…Anyway,” Satoru carries on with the insatiable need to satisfy his use of phrases. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the man’s desire to fill silence is almost deafening, as if the moment he stops speaking he’ll burn from the inside out. Like a short fuse, ready to burst at any moment. “It’s getting pretty late.”

There’s a collective pause between the two of you, a silent orchestra of contemplation as the night grows colder.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, and his demeanor shifts, much colder than before, as he stuffs his hands into his coat pocket. The lingering idea of being an afterthought, a rebound, threatens to tear you apart from the inside out. You laugh, bitter and distorted enough to sound like a strangled cry.

And, ironically enough, misfortune held your hand through it all. Gracing you with this man; a sorcerer, a mentor, a respected name, it breaks your heart. You didn’t know him like the back of your hand, but no matter where you went, he was there. To pick up the pieces, to apply the bandaids over your scraped knees when you pushed yourself too hard.

Believe it or not, when you were with him, you felt whole.

“What? Of course not!” He promised himself he’d be better. He’d love despite the strings tying him down to countless others. Despite the string pulling him toward an empty, nevertheless marked, grave. Alongside his best friend he’d bury his doubts, his soul crushing anxiety that came with yielding Six Eyes. “I was just thinking about where we should eat!”

Being the strongest man in the world can be so, so lonely.

He promised himself he’d be better. The first few times the desk seated next to him was empty, he told himself it was nothing. Because of this, his own selfishness, he lost what could have been. And for that reason, and that reason alone, Satoru will always be the weakest man in the world.

He promised himself he’d be better. The first few times he ran into you at the grocery store, he told himself it was nothing. The red strings connecting him to high school sweethearts and some of his closer acquaintances were nothing. The matted and tangled strings that seemed to never stop growing…were nothing.

And the universe’s divine hands must be incomparably cruel, because from nothing comes everything.

His shoulder bumps against yours as he smiles at you, January air jostling you about, but somehow missing the teacher completely. Lingering tension evaporates into the air as you nod in acknowledgment before hooking your arm around Gojo’s.

At home, he is Satoru. The notorious heartbreaker, the ‘soulmate’ to many— he has the red strings to prove it. He stares into his reflection, pulling at the pale skin encasing his soul. It feels forlorn, his body is not his own. The distorted image of himself stares back at him, cerulean eyes wide and sunken, completely unblinking. He tries to put on a smile, figurative chains pulling at his cheeks and leaving indents that mock him endlessly.

But with you, he is a fraud.

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