you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
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
written with my post-vaccine brain so judge me all you want :)
Did my breast get bigger? Looking at the mirror you gave your in front a thorough look, checking on every nook and cranny that somehow changes on your body. Gazing yourself, especially your breast intently in a full view mirror gives you a mixed feeling of dazed and confused.
“Was it really bigger? That can’t be.” You were not sure if you are seeing right but you think your breast got bigger compared to before. Given the fact that you need to use an extender now to hook your bra properly, the cup too came in useless because they aren’t covering much of your soul. Furthermore, the underwires were cutting quite a bit of your meat, leaving your skin itchy and sore. Still befuddled by the new changes you are seeing, you turned your body around to ask your boyfriend for his opinion.
“Hey, babe did my breast get bigger?” Your boyfriend-Gojo was laying down on your bed with his long slim legs on top of the other busy going through his phone when he detached it to look at you.
“Come again, sweetie?” You turned your body around facing him completely before you pushed your breast upwards while looking at him straight in the eye.
“I was just wondering if my breasts got bigger? What do you think? Did they get bigger?”
Gojo folded his arms around his chest, grin painted all over his face, blue eyes raking up on your body up and down. Liips drenched from all his licking before he situated his orbs on your breast boldly undressing you with a mere look.
“Yes baby, your breast certainly got bigger. And I did that to you so you should thank me for it.” Proud of his so-called achievement Gojo strolled towards you, a winning smile covering the entirety of his mouth, he grabbed your breast molding it with his palms like his own art piece.
“So you say baby, don’t you think I need a reward or something?” Tonic with his touch, you decided to play it off and get along with his sultry look, sultry voice, and sultry intention.
“Like what, gojo?” You know what he wants to do and you want to do it for him so you push yourself forward. Letting him feel your roundness on his chest.
“Like a boob job, sweetie. My cock pulsating between your breasts while I spill my cum all over your face. That’s only fair for saving you the money you could have used in a breast implant right?.” Defeated from gojo’s blatant discourse you decided to provide him the deed. He worked too hard to make this breast of your own, so he should definitely try how it works right?
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
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.
Gets worried whenever you get hurt but then calms down when he realizes it’s just a stupid bruise from bumping into the table
Definitely kisses your cuts/bruises
Loves to run his finger over them (obviously not if they’d still hurt, he would never want to hurt you in any way)
Grows accustomed to seeing some type of bruise on them because he knows they like to risk the durability of their body (haha sarcasm :P)
Like that one time when you were going too fast on a skateboard and ended up falling on your arm (and ass) and he had to carry you to the bed and call Shoko to check what you’d hurt since you couldn’t really move your arm that much
Was shitting his mf pants when Shoko told him you sprained your arm and wrist.
“But Sato’ I don’t need the slinggggg!!” You complained as Shoko was putting it on you. “Bunny you know you need it.” Satoru cupped your cheeks as he sat beside you on the bed.
“Fuckers, I’m done. I’ll take my leave now, I don’t wanna.. disturb… that……..” Shoko said as she inches away from you both and out the door.
Definitely babies you and doesn’t let you even hold a feather because it’s “too heavy”
Makes you take your pain killers at the appropriate times, nothing more, nothing less despite your whining
Worries for you a lot when you start trying to pick things up with that arm
Megumi Fushiguro:
He expects you to get hurt everywhere you go at this point
He’s always the one patching you up but he scolds you for being careless
“It’s just a scratch Megu’, you don’t needa worry about me!” You gave him an energetic smile. “When you run into a wall because you’re too invested in talking to me across the room six times a day, I do need to worry.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gave you an ice pack for the bruise on your forehead.
You remind him a bit of Yuuji if he’s being honest
It’s even funnier that you and Yuuji do end up being patched up by him and/or Ieri.
He smacks you upside the head when he learns of your small injury and proceeds to take you to his dorm to patch you up.
Expect him to be extra affectionate to you subtly, but in a way that Yuuji and Nobara even know
Toji Fushiguro:
He laughs when he learns of your constant recklessness during your average day
Of course he patches up your little cuts and tries to help you when he can if you have anything sprained
Because of his job, I doubt he’d be able to be home all the time because of your job or be able to call off for a long time because if he is the sole breadwinner, then man’s gotta work
He’ll worry about you and try to finish his jobs faster so that he can come home to see you and Megu’
He likes to show you that he’s there for you (if it’s an injury that leaves you bedridden like a sprained joint or sth) by cuddling with you and spending more time with Megumi
Yuuta Okkotsu:
He’s always worried about you, no he never stops.
So when his s/o is reckless, he’s hoping that you’re really careful on missions
He doesn’t what he would do if he ever lost you
But then again, he’s just overthinking.
He knows that you’re strong and can take care of yourself, but he also knows that you also struggle to keep yourself injury-free for even a day
Seriously, you give him a heart attack at least once a day with the way you always end up with a new bruise/cut
Watches over you when you cook because he’s afraid you’ll cut yourself
“Yuuyuu why do I feel your eyes on me?” You asked the black haired man that was resting on the couch. “T-They’re not, Sweetheart!” He answered. You could see him shift his position on the couch.
“Ah shit!”
He stood up and rushed to see you, “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”
Once you were sure he was at your side, you giggled at how he fell for your little game.
“Aha! So you were staring at me!” You said as you continued chopping up the potatoes.
You saw him blush as he tried to explain himself, “W-Well, how could I not? You’re always hurting yourself!”
You laughed until you felt a stinging sensation on your middle finger.
Trying to conceal the now stinging incision on your finger you retorted: “T-That’s not true!” You giggled.
“…”
“…”
“You cut your finger huh?”
“…yes”
He disinfected your cut and got you a bandage, then finished making dinner for the both of you
I Love You | Protective!Satoru Gojou x F! Reader | JJK Oneshots
CW//Alcohol, Sexual Assault (Not by Satoru), Violence, Modern AU
Pronouns: She/Her
Genre: hurt/comfort
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You put on your diamond earrings and slipped your wedding ring on your ring finger. Feeling content with the way your black dress hung off your body while still hugging it comfortably, Satoru popped his head into the bathroom, where you were currently at. “You ready, bunny?” He asked happily.
It was 10 P.M. on a Friday, the night was young and you were ready to have fun with your husband and his friends tonight. It was a routine at this point, to go out on Friday nights with them. You all loved it, after all, you were in your mid twenties! You should be having fun.
You rode in his black corvette to the nightclub, where you’d see Suguru and Ieri. Satoru’s hand remained on your thigh as he drove, he always loved being close to you in whichever way he could. You hoped he’d have some fun after the stressful week he’d had at work.
Arriving at your destination, you pecked Satoru on the cheek before getting out of the car and walking into the club, holding hands.
As you walked in, you could already hear ‘California Love’ playing. Squeezing his hand, he looked down at you who was pointing to Suguru and Ieri who seemed to already be at the bar, drinking.
“Ieri!” You let go of Satoru’s hand and crashed into her arms. Of course, Satoru missed the warmth your hand gave him but regardless, he was happy to see you happy. He created his best friend with their iconic high five.
“Y/n, Satoru. You guys are late.” Suguru sipped on his drink.
“Thanks for stating the obvious, Sugu.” You stuck ur tongue out playfully, still latching into Ieri.
“Yeah, okay. One minute in and I’m already being insulted.” He rolled his eyes.
“Oh c’mon, don’t be a baby.” You gently slapped his arm, going over to Satoru who was sitting next to Suguru and taking your reserved seat on Satoru’s lap.
“You guys disgust me.” Suguru said, making a bleh face. To annoy Suguru even more, Satoru enclosed his hands around your waist and laid feather-light kisses on your neck as he looked at Getou making a terrified face.
The bartender noticed you and Satoru. So you decided to order something sweet so Gojou could enjoy himself too. You found out very early in your relationship that Satoru didn’t like alcohol. When you asked why, he said it was because it tasted bad and bitter. To be honest, it made sense because of his major sweet tooth so when you went out, he rarely got drunk.
Handing the bartender his card, you sat in his lap as he and Suguru conversed. You decided you’d go dance with Shoko as you waited to be served. You told Satoru to wave you over when the drinks came. With that, you gave him a quick kiss and and dragged Shoko to the dance floor.
Shoko and you went to the glowing dance floor full of vibrant colors and dancing people. As any typical club would have it, there was a bunch of people grinding and moving their bodies to the beat of the music. You giggled as you danced with Shoko, just being you. You hoped Satoru would be able to enjoy himself as much as you were in this moment.
-
Soon enough, Your husband waved the both of you over for the drinks, it seemed Shoko was already tipsy from how much she had drank before you and Satoru’s arrival. Suguru wanted to remain at least a bit sober so that he could drive Shoko home.
After a few more drinks you were finally feeling a bit tipsy, Satoru seemed to be more relaxed than when he first arrived. He was smiling and in moments like that, you realized why you adored the man so much.
It wasn’t because of his looks or because of his money, it was because of how well he understood you. Both of you were like two puzzle pieces fit together — a perfectmatch.
You cupped his cheeks and he looked at you through his half lidded eyes, smiling. You latched your lips with his and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue swirled around yours and you felt hot from the way he was becoming handsy, either it was the alcohol, or it was just the way your body reacted to him.
Either way, you loved it.
As you pulled apart to catch your breath, you smiled at him softly. You were happy that he was happy.
“Oh my God.” Shoko suddenly said, looking to a place where a crowd was forming.
“What happened?” You queried, curiously.
“I think people are throwing money, wanna go steal it?” Suguru asked, mischievously.
To be honest, if you were sober, you wouldn’t have joined him. But because your adrenaline levels were higher than normal, you indulged in his shenanigans. You laughed with Getou as you followed him into the crowd and began to see what the fuss was about.
Sure enough, there was a woman absolutely throwing it back on a dude. To be fair, even you were surprised to see this. Everyone was cheering her on and complimenting the guy, soon enough both you and Getou participated in it too.
Now, you might’ve been a bit drunk but you couldn’t miss the hand that was around your waist as you cheered for the girl. You turned around, only to find that it was some random guy. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt and just hope he was drunk.
But then he leaned into your ear and began to speak, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” You could feel his breath hot on your ear and not only that, he was bringing your body closer to him.
Showing him the ring on your hand you said, “Sorry, I’m married.” And began to look for Getou since you were unsure if the guy would even let you go. You began to panic but then you saw him a little bit ahead of you.
Before giving the guy more access to you, you ripped his hands from your body and went towards Getou. Tugging on his sleeve, you asked for him to go with you back to where Satoru and Shoko was, he asked why but you just said you wanted to get some more drinks, he didn’t push any further.
Truly, you felt dirty. Of course, being a woman, you experienced things like cat calling, “nice guys”, and the unwanted attention. But this was your first time that someone had ever put their hands on you.
Satoru noticed how you were quiet during the conversation, but when he asked you what was wrong, you just said: “Nothing, I’m okay! Let’s just enjoy the night!” You flashed him a fake smile too, he noticed of course. As your husband of three years, of course he would notice any little thing you did.
Like how you bite your thumb when your anxious, or how you uncharacteristically kept blanking out during conversations.
After a while, you seemed to be back to normal, forgetting the whole experience with every drink your body consumed. Satoru noted how you were drinking a lot so he decided to just let you drink and he’d stop since he was the one driving you both home.
Giving him a tight hug, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom since you felt the urge to because of all the drinks you were taking.
“Alright,be careful, Bunny.” He squeezed your hand as you happily left a kiss on his cheek and went to the bathroom that wasn’t so far off from where the group was.
-
Washing your hands at the sink, you sighed, happy that you were enjoying yourself now. You loved being out with your friends and though there was a rough patch, you still felt happy to be here with your husband and yours and his friends.
All your optimism when down the drain when the first thing that caught your eye after exiting the bathroom was the same guy who’d put his hands on you.
-
Satoru was laughing at Shoko’s comment on how she was orbiting Saturn right now with the way she was drinking when he felt his heart drop. He didn’t know what it was, it had been maybe a good 10 minutes since you left but he didn’t want to think anything.
Then again, this was a club.
With that thought, he immediately stood up, excusing himself to go check up on you. He had a bad feeling and rightfully so.
-
“I already told you, M’ married.” You restated when the guy didn’t take any hints back when he was in the crowd. He didn’t really care though because of how your words were slurred, he saw you as an easytarget.
Pushing you up against the wall, he had one hand on the wall, next to your face and the other holding your chin roughly.
In that moment, you felt intense fear at the thought that.. he might actually get away with anything he was going to do.
“He doesn’t have to know.” He said with a smug look on his face as he latched his lips onto yours.
In that moment, your eye let out a tear and your mind went blank. The ringing in your ears overpowered the sounds of the music in the club. All you could think of was Satoru.
How could you ever kiss him again with the same lips that that man had kissed? You felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen. For letting it get this far.
Once his lips left yours to catch his breath, he spoke again, “Don’t cry, Pretty Girl.” Repeatedly, he kissed you, this time putting his knee in between your legs. His hand wasn’t on your chin anymore, it was trying to lift up your dress.
You felt utterly disgusted, you felt angered at yourself and at the guy.
But with your mind spiraling, you weren’t able to comprehend when Satoru had come onto the premises, immediately going to beat the absolute shit out of the man who thought it was a good idea to lay even an atom on hiswife.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Satoru questioned as he kept giving relentless punches to this guys face. Satoru was taller than him so he was able to overpower him quite quickly.
While this happened, you slid down the wall onto the floor. Your hair was disheveled, lips contaminated with his saliva and tears streaming down your face.
Once Satoru was done, his knuckles now red and slightly bloody, he looked over to you. Seeing you in that state he kneeled down to you. He saw how tears were still falling down your cheeks and how out of it you seemed.
“..unny. Bunny.” His voice infiltrated your train of thought and you looked up at him. You were afraid he would be mad at you for letting this happen but he just helped you up and helped you walk to the car. He wasn’t staying any longer after that.
He blamed himself for not going to check up on you sooner but he could tell that right now, you needed him to comfort you; for him to be there for you.
-
Arriving at your home you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to Satoru. You were emotionally numb from what had just happened a few minutes ago.
As soon as you stepped foot inside your home you went into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, Satoru followed quickly after you and held your hair up. He was really concerned but he decided to just focus on your well-being.
After you finished, You told Satoru that you wanted to shower, preferably alone. He got the message and left you to your lonesome, for now. Standing there for a few minutes you looked at yourself in the mirror and decided to undress, feeling a desperate need to shower. It was no help though, because even though your scrubbed and scrubbed, you couldn’t wash off the feeling of that man’s hands on your waist and chin.
Meanwhile, Satoru was contemplating whether or not to say something, in the end, he knew you’d speak to him when you were ready. In the meantime, he’d comfort u as much as he could.
-
Coming out of the shower with your body wrapped in a towel, you spent a good ten minutes just washing and rinsing your mouth out until you no longer felt the guys saliva, or your vomit, in your mouth. Just the thought of his lips on yours made you feel sick to your stomach.
Feeling a little bit more relaxed you exited the bathroom to find Satoru who was laying in your shared bed with his arm over his eyes. He had changed into more comfortable sleeping clothes so you assumed he was asleep.
You gave him a pained smile, even if he couldn’t see it.
Feeling fatigued from the whole ordeal you’d just had, you didn’t bother putting a bra and pants on, you just got one of his shirts that went up to your thigh and crawled up next to him in your black lace underwear.
You then realized your assumption that he was sleeping was wrong when he engulfed you in his arms and he asked, “Bunny.. are you feeling better..?”
With that, you sobbed into his chest as you clutched his shirt. “‘Toru.. I’m sorry..” You spoke in between sobs.
“Buttercup..it’s not your fault.” He assured.
“B-But, I letthat happen- I let him-!”
“You didn’t let him do anything, he pushed himself onto my lovely wife, it’s not your fault he’s the absolute scum of the earth..” he combed your hair in between his fingers.
You felt relieved that he wasn’t mad at you. Happy that he didn’t blame you. “Satoru.. I..” you hesitated. “How am I supposed to kiss you..? I feel dirty, ‘Toru..” you vented.
“Like this.” He said as he proceeded to kiss your forehead, cheeks, eyelids and chin before inevitably placing a quick kiss on your lips.
“Toru.. I love you.” You hugged him tightly.
“I love you too, Bunny.”
Satoru knew this would most definitely affect your interactions with him, but he was more than willing to help you through it.
He loved you too much to let you deal with this alone.
Satoru sighed as he finished exorcising the last curse of the day, actually, Night. He couldn’t always be home but when he could, he was always happy — the genuinekind.
Deciding to grab some of your favorite confectionery at the best 24 hour bakery in town, he began to walk home.
To his surprise, you were actually asleep when he was taking his shoes off at the genkan. Once he took off his jujutsu teacher uniform , he slipped on a light blue shirt and black sweats to go to bed beside you.
He looks at your sleeping figure hugging one of the pillows, he was going to take the pillow so you could hug him instead of the soft fabric but it was wet.
Had you been crying?
Satoru wondered if there was anyone who had made you cry, or if anyone hurt you; and if there was, there’d be hell to pay. For now, he was focused on the way you gripped the pillow when he tried to take it. With a bit more force he was able to rip it away from you.
But when he did that he noticed how you curled into fetal position and began to silently weep. Your cries tugged at his heart.
“Bunny..” he began, whispering so as to not startle you.
Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his soothing voice. “Bunny?” He called out once more. This time you sat up and looked at the owner of the voice, Satoru.
You reached out your hand to caress his cheeks as if to check if he was real. “‘Toru..?” You called out. It came out as a whisper but nonetheless, he heard it. As he was worried about you, of course he’d notice the healing wounds on your arm. He’d be stupid to notnotice.
“I’m here, Bunny.” He confirmed as he laid his large, calloused hand atop your hand that was on his cheek.
In a swift move, you surged up so you’d be a bit taller than him since you stood on the bed, and hugged him tightly by wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I.. I missed you so much, Satoru..” You choked out in between sniffles. “I missed you too, Buttercup.” He hugged you back, letting the pillow flop on the bed.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your eyes shot open, “Why, Baby?” You pulled yourself off of him so you’d get a good look at his face, his blindfold was still on.
Caressing his cheeks, you slowly pulled his blindfold off and his beautiful crystalline eyes looked back at you. Laying his hands around your wrists, he softly brushed over the healing wounds. They didn’t hurt you anymore since the cuts were already closed up and not that deep.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you when you needed me.” He clarified. You put both of your foreheads together and closed your eyes, “It’s not your fault ‘Toru, I just..” you hesitated, “I was just spiraling..”
“Are you.. better now, Bunny?” He asked quietly. “I’m better now that you’re here, Mochi.” You reassured. He chuckled at the nickname, “Let’s get you to bed Sweetheart.”
Rubbing your eyes you let him go and made space for him on the bed. As you did your pillow, you put your leg over his waist as your check smooshed against his shoulder. His chin laid softly atop your head and his hand drew lazy patterns on your back to help lull you to sleep. Of course, it worked.
Upon feeling your body less tense and your breaths slow, he whispered,
“I’ll make sure to always be there when you need me, Bunny.”
➟︎Heartbreak in the Nanami household was foreign to the males that lived there as they were usually the ones doing the heartbreaking.
➟︎For you, however, that was a different story.
➟︎You had got your first boyfriend and it had been two months before you even introduced him to the boys. [which didn’t matter because they had launched an investigation of their own prior to the meet].
➟︎Nanami and Geto were more cordial in meeting the man that was your partner, despite not finding him good enough for you. You seemed happy and they wanted to maintain that happiness.
➟︎Choso was openly disgusted with him, not even bothering to act the slightest bit interested in him.
➟︎Gojo and Toji were just downright doggin the man out. Purposefully embarrassing him and being mean. To which they stopped after you cussed them out and smacked them both upside the head.
➟︎Truthfully, your boyfriend already had his reservations about you living with five men, all of which are intimidating and handsome. But meeting them really didn’t help his fears.
➟︎Despite that, y’all managed to stay together three more months.
➟︎You mainly went to his place or hung out outside of the house, refusing to allow him near any of the five men you lived with.
➟︎Somewhere in those three months though, most of them had managed to get used to his presence and weren’t rude anymore. Still indifferent but better.
➟︎Until Choso stayed late on campus working on an architecture project and found your bf fucking one of the history professors in one of the study halls.
➟︎Choso immediately filmed a bit for evidence and immediately sent it to the guys.
➟︎Gojo, Nanami, and Geto were immediately planning this man’s murder. Nanami was drafting up a letter to Dean with the video attached for proof.
➟︎Geto and Gojo were seeing what they could do on their end to permanently end the boyfriend’s career and the professor’s.
➟︎Like these niggas were planning to burn them hardddddd.
➟︎Meanwhile, little ole’ Toji was in the middle of a match and you had his phone, seeing everything that was said in their group chat.
➟︎You weren’t being nosey outright but the boys kept blowing him up and out of concern, you looked.
➟︎And by god were you fucking livid.
➟︎Like, if you had a gun you would’ve aired that study hall OUT!
➟︎You let one of Toji’s bodyguards know that you were leaving and you fucking dashed out of the building.
➟︎You had the keys to Toji’s motorcycle and while he [and the others] would be enraged to find out that you drove the metal death trap without their knowledge and while angry, you didn’t give a fuck.
➟︎Zooming down the streets of Japan like the damn cops!
➟︎It had been eight minutes since Choso sent that and the two were still in the study hall. Choso had spotted you pulling up as he was leaving and as if the motherfucker couldn’t get any paler, he looked dead.
➟︎He teetered between hiding and stopping you but was ultimately spotted when you were heading into the learning commons. You looked at him and asked, in an eerily calm voice Where are they?
➟︎And that nigga showed you exactly where they were.
➟︎At this point, Toji done won the fight and is wondering where the fuck you are as well as why your boyfriend is still breathing. Choso tells them you’ve shown up to campus and these Wonder Pet ass niggas are on the way!!!!
➟︎You’re already busting open the study hall door when Nanami yells at Choso to stop you before you fuck up your academic career.
➟︎Just before you can even land a hit on the cheating bastard, Choso swoops you up and restrains you while you scream and cry in his hold.
➟︎It really hurt his heart to see you in this much pain and when the other four boys showed up to find the study hall empty and you sobbing into Choso’s arms, they knew then and there that them hoes was gonna pay.
➟︎But right now, making you feel better was their priority.
➟︎Nanami took you from Choso and carried you back to the car with Geto driving and Gojo sitting next to him in the back, desperately trying to console your distressed form.
➟︎Choso and Toji followed after in their separate vehicles and quickly ran a nice bath for you while Nanami carried you up the stairs.
➟︎For the first two days, you were definitely upset. And it was mainly because you felt played and unsatisfied with not fucking up they faces.
➟︎But on the third day, you got your justice.
➟︎Toji and Geto beat that man up so fucking bad, he looked unrecognizable. Gojo sent you the fight video as it took place in undisclosed fight locations.
➟︎Then Nanami personally emailed the Dean and saw him in person to deliver the hard copy of the traitorous acts. Resulting in the professor getting fired and her license revoked and your Ex getting expelled from the college and any other college falling under the same district.
➟︎All while you stayed cuddled up in Choso’s comforting embrace watching comfort movies and shows, waiting for the rest of your boys to get home.
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.
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.
No one would have guessed how bad Gojo despises the titles put to his name since he embodies them well. He makes each one his own. He works hard for it, to truly own it and confidently claim it just as he was deemed by others.
Six Eyes heir
Limitless Cursed Technique wielder.
The Strongest.
A mentor.
He plays it off like it’s nothing to him, that he’s just some smug bastard. But the reality of it all is that he despises it. Because with these titles, come the responsibilities that go along with them. And with each role he takes on, the greater the weight he feels on his shoulders.
Yet as the nurse acknowledges his presence when he walks into the room, somehow, he feels stripped of his previous titles as he takes in this new one. Gojo stood frozen at first, not really knowing what to do with himself, a clusterfuck of emotions brewing in him.
Fear, joy, distress, relief, excitement.. but mostly anxiousness.
Shit, he feels like he’s going to puke. What had he just gotten himself into? He thinks idly, palms getting clammy. But as soon as he got a glimpse of his little girl, he felt struck. There is a wave of calm in him and suddenly she is all he sees. And he is reaching for his blindfold, tugging it down as he approaches, yearning to see this tiny human with his extraordinary perception.
A sigh of relief escapes him as he detects no trace of cursed energy. He just sees perfection, although he might be a little biased.
Strong arms honed to fight and defend opens with a slight tremor on them as he was handed over his child. He holds his breath, afraid he’ll wake the little angel or worse, cause pain or distress. But the kid nestles comfortably in his arms, chubby cheek squishing against the swaddle blanket with every attempt to wag.
“Hey, kiddo.” He greets, his voice has never sounded this soft in his entire life. Gojo exhales shakily, grinning wide as the baby coos as if in response.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cradles her face in awe. “Just as pretty as your momma, aren’t you?” Gojo could not help but lean in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaning back again before he could fully pull away to plant another one on her nose. And her cheek. And then the other cheek. And her chin.
He then holds the newborn’s tiny hand, marveling at how it looked significantly puny next to his own. Soft, fragile, trusting. A total opposite of his.
“Nice to meet'cha.” he murmurs, chuckling softly as he shakes her hand. The little angel grabs his pinky tighter making him laugh to himself again and say, “Yeah, hi, sweetheart. I’m your dad."
Gojo then winces and makes a face. "Well, if your momma still lets me.. Because you know, I was kinda late for your birth-” he shrugs, laughing wryly. “But you have to know, your dad is a very important man. Saves the world and exorcizes ugly stinky curses for a living. Very cool-”
He continues to babble on, so engrossed with his one-sided conversation that he doesn’t even notice his students who have come to visit enter the room. Megumi, Kugisaki and Yuuji laugh quietly among themselves watching their sensei endlessly talking to the newborn while feasting on the fruit basket Nanami and Shoko had asked them to bring for you. They know you won’t mind anyway.
Gojo has always been a fast learner, quickly getting accustomed to this new role as a father. Anyone who would see him cooing and holding the baby into a better position would think that this could not have been his first time holding a baby.
Gojo doesn’t notice but he smiles wider and wider with every small movement the baby makes. Eyes gleefully dancing across the delicate features of his daughter. He knows it’s too early to tell but he can already see how much she takes from you, and he’s so glad that she does. Gojo knows he’s going to spoil her rotten and he’s already mentally preparing himself for all the arguments he’s about to have with you.
For the nth time this evening, Gojo sighs happily.
“I did not know this was possible,” he purses his lips, grazing his daughter’s cheek with his fingertip. “I only just met you but I already know you will own the rest of my days.” Megumi smiles at this, proud and happy for him. Didn’t know his sensei actually had that in him. Megumi shakes his head thinking, Is this really the same weirdo who raised me? But then, Gojo continues to say, “I’m so glad I made your momma pregnant.” Megumi rolls his eyes.
The trio’s protest and gagging noises startles Gojo.
“God, sensei.”
“Eww!”
“Gross!!”
Gojo scowls at them, just realizing he wasn’t alone with you and his baby in the room. “When did you three get here??” He hisses at them, eyes widening when he sees the basket nearly empty. “And why are you brats eating that! Those are for Y/n!!"
Let’s just say you pretty much kicked them all out of the room when you wake up from all the bantering.
Gojo pouts by the door, begging you to let him stay. Already missing his daughter’s warmth as he longingly watches you feed her.
