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FAMILY FORMATION - PART SIXTEEN

Summary: Begrudging (but not really) Uncle Nanami, and some of his moments with the family. Request from @psychicai ‘uncle Nanami - uncle to the gojo baby and/ or begrudging uncle to the other 10 adopted gojos’

CW: heartwarming, nice memories, mentions of Geto’s absconding, pregnancy, babies, Satoru gojo and how much he loves his wife

A/N: shout-out to @psychicai for this idea and how much SUPPORT they pour my way ily also this is HAPPY TIMES NO SADNESS EVER HAS HAPPENED EVER NO.

MASTERLIST

FREEZEFRAME ONE

“I’m sorry, I think I’ve misheard you, Gojo brought home what?” The tall blonde leaning on your counter asks.

“Children.” You reply.

“Children?”

“Toji Fushiguro’s children.” You respond, setting a glass of whiskey beside him.

He’s silent for a beat.

“To do what with exactly?” Nanami replies.

“Oh, we’re thinking of a Hansel and Gretel situation.” You smirk in response.

He raises his eyebrow at you.

“We’re hoping to raise them, Kento. They’ve nobody – the boy has the Zen’in technique, Toji sold him to the clan – so Satoru stepped in.” You respond, shrugging.

Silence again. You continue to potter around the kitchen, it’s 5 pm on a Friday and you had been starting dinner when Nanami arrived.

“Well. Fuck. If this was just Gojo I’d ask if you knew what you were doing, and tell you that it’s crazy but, it’s you too. Y/N, I know you’d do anything for him, follow him to the edge of the universe but – you two are only 19 and fuck, now Geto’s gone - you’re the two most powerful sorcerers in the world.” He says, crossing his arms as he sits at the dining table.

You freeze at Geto’s name. The wound was still fresh and gaping in your chest. This was the first time someone had verbalised it so casually, but of course, it would be Nanami.

“I – we, know what we’re doing, don’t worry Kento. Geto is… part of the driving force being the decision. We want to shape the jujutsu world afresh, healthy and stronger and that will be done through the next generation. Satoru’s been asked to teach and school and I’ve already taken the job. We want – we wanna prevent more sweet kids being butchered by this world.” You say, holding your weight against the counter.

“Well – and don’t tell him I said this – if there’s anyone out there capable of doing this, it’s you two.” He says, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He looks different, you notice. Not only is the signature haircut gone but he’s wearing a shirt and tie.

“Thank you, Kento. They’re good kids, really good. Megumi – he will be an incredible sorcerer. His sister Tsumiki has no cursed energy – but she’s a very bright young girl, and so precious. Satoru and I were saying that between him and me and you and Shoko, we have all the tools and balls to reshape jujutsu sorcery from the inside out. Imagine it – you could be Principal Nanami!” You giggle, imagining the bright future you all had together.

“Ah. Well. That’s part of the reason I’m here.” He says, settling down his glass.

“Oh god Kento, what, you gonna go commit some genocide and steal twin girls too?” Dark humour. Fresh sounds are being poked at.

“I’m leaving the sorcery world, Y/N. I’m going to university, then I’m getting a job. I can’t be part of that shit society anymore. The whole thing, I respect none of it.”

Your turn for silence.

“Are you sure?” Your voice cracks as you ask.

“I am.”

“Then, okay. I’m – proud of you Kento. I hope you know though, leaving jujutsu sorcery behind - doesn’t mean you’re leaving us! You can leave the six eyes and the Y/L/N heir, but not Sian and Satoru!” The tears in your eyes are pushed back with quick blinks.

The sounds of three pairs of footsteps echo through your hall – and if that hadn’t been sign enough that Satoru and the two kids were home then the ‘Oh honey! I’m home!” definitely was.

An immediate eye roll from Nanami ensues as you jump from your chair and fling your arms around your boyfriend's neck and pepper kisses on his face.

“Welcome home, ‘tour! Hi kids! How was school?” You say, letting Tsumiki hug your waist and tentatively patting Megumi on the head.

“Hi Y/N! It was fun! We had art today; I made a paper-mâché turtle!” Tsumiki says rummaging through her bag.

“That’s so fun Tsumiki! What about you Megumi?” You kneel at the boy's level.

“Fine, I guess.” He shrugs and then furrows his brow in Satoru’s direction.

“Okay, why are you mad at Satoru now?” You ask, lightheartedly.

“He keeps calling me a short stack. And he’s a dumbass.” The six-year-old replies.

At this, indignation from the white-haired man and a snort and a ‘here here’ from the blonde at the table.

“Satoru, stop calling him short-stack and Megumi, don’t call Satoru a dumbass.” You wipe the dust off your knees as you rise.

“Now kids, this is Nanami Kento. He’s one of our best friends. Megumi, he also thinks Satoru’s a dumbass, so you’ll get along great!” You announce to the room, sitting back down at the table.

Satoru emerges changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants and you can’t ignore the swell in your heart.

The domesticity of the scene was so warm and cosy you almost felt tired.

“Tsumiki, Megumi. Pleased to meet you both.” He waves a hand towards the two kids who’ve placed themselves at the table too, with snacks and strawberry milk.

Megumi scowls slightly, ever wary of strangers. Tsumiki waves back, ever polite.

“We’re pleased to meet you too, Uncle Nanami!” She speaks.

Satoru immediately begins to cackle laughing at Nanami being called the kids’ uncle, and you elbow him.

Nanami just quirks an eyebrow and thinks it’s fantastic how quickly these two have taken to you both. It’s clear in how Tsumiki is pleased to chatter with Satoru and giggles at his silly antics and how Megumi shares an animal cracker with you and scoots slightly closer to you when feeling particularly exposed.

“So, what grade are you both in?” Kento asks as you rise to retrieve the lasagna from the oven.

FREEZEFRAME TWO

“Okay! I think that’s everything! Tsumiki sleeps in the dark, but she’s 10 and is kinda like a self-cleaning oven. Megumi sleeps with this nightlight, but don’t mention it, just plug it in and leave, his frog stuffy is in his bag too! I’m rambling, aren’t I?” Satoru speaks.

“Yes,” Nanami replies.

“Nanaminnnnnnnn! You’re meant to say ‘No Satoru I know you’re nervous but you’re doing great! You’re so amazing! Uncle Nanamin will take care of these darling cherubs while you hopefully change your life forever” Satoru says as he dramatically shakes Nanami’s shoulders.

Kento is unimpressed.

“Satoru. You’re being fucking ridiculous.”

“Not quite but you’ve got the spirit!”

And with that, Satoru strides into Nanami’s living room.

“Children! Be the absolute best tonight for your dearest Uncle Nanamin, and Tsumiki don’t let Nanamin around Megumi too much – they might form an anti-Satoru club and my poor heart just couldn’t take it, my two favourite men, hanging up against me! My best friends!”

Tsumiki giggles and agrees but her face turns deadly serious.

“Papa. Do you have everything?” She asks.

“Run me a checklist, assistant.” He replies crouching down to her height.

“Snacks?”

“Check.”

“Including all mom’s favourites?”

“Check.”

“The CD mixtape you made?”

“Check.”

“Um… Oh! Do you know what to say? Did you write it down?”

“Check and no, don’t need to.”

“Okay! Then I think that’s everything!”

“No, it’s not.” Comes with a voice hidden behind a Nintendo.

Three heads turn to the spikey-haired boy’s blue eyes visible over the screen.

A gasp from Tsumiki is followed by,

“What did I forget to list?!” She asks, almost frantic.

“The ring,” Megumi replies.

Another gasp from Tsumiki.

Satoru only smirks, he knew Megumi was excited about what was happening – it was obvious in the way he never left the room and even put his book down when Satoru and Tsumiki would go over plans. He liked this idea. That’s how he showed it.

He pulls a small dark blue velvet box from inside his coat pocket and flicks the gold clasp open. In the box, stood the item in question. The most stunningly beautiful, antique ring. Small and dainty in size, the gold filigree art deco setting with the most brilliant marquise cut diamond with two tiny sapphires beside them, it was just so you.

After shouts of good luck (they knew he wouldn’t need it, you were his the day he met you) Satoru says his goodbyes to the kids. Nanami walks him out, stopping him at the door.

He hands him a bottle of champagne.

“For when she says yes.” He says as he nods at him.

Satoru’s eyes sparkled and darted to Nanami.

“You’re sure she will?” He asks. This a rare moment of pure vulnerability from this man who needs his best friend's advice on proposing to his girlfriend. No six eyes. No sorcery. No 7:3 or salaries. Just two men, one hopelessly in love and the other quietly rooting for them for the last 4 years.

“Satoru. Of course, she will, you two have always been inevitable, it’s obvious to everyone. Now – go, get out of my house or you will be late for your engagement.” He says, shoving the taller man’s shoulders.

“Thank you Nanaminnnnnn! If we don’t ring tonight - don’t get worried! We will be otherwise engaged, haha! Get it?”

“Go, Satoru.”

FREEZEFRAME THREE

“So, Megumi – who do you want at your graduation dinner?” You ask – planning a family meal for the following week when Megumi graduated elementary school.

He shrugs.

“Uncle Nanami and Aunt Shoko I guess.” As hyper-verbal and enthusiastic as ever.

So you shoot off two texts telling them, not asking, that they’re coming for dinner on Friday night to celebrate.

At the graduation ceremony, you in a pretty white and blue dress and Satoru in a white button down and slacks wait with the two kids – Megumi scowling at his classmates and Tsumiki speaking to some of the older siblings, you spot Nanami’s car parking and he opens the passenger door for Shoko. The two make their way up the steps with Nanami in tan slacks and a grey shirt and Shoko in a navy pantsuit.

“There they are! Megumi, Tsumiki look it’s Uncle Nanamin and Aunty Koko!” Satoru points at the two arrivals.

He receives a quick thwack on the back of the head from Shoko who abhors the nickname, and she then leans in to kiss him on the cheek.

“Hiya Kento! Thank you two so much for coming today! We’ll go back to ours for dinner after if that’s still good with you guys. The ceremony is only 30 minutes. Between you and me, once Megumi has been up there we’re probably gonna bounce so he doesn’t scare the teachers.”

“Congratulations, Megumi.” Kento nods and pats the boy’s shoulder, then hands him a black box. Megumi raises his eyebrows at you silently asking if he can open it and you nod in encouragement. Inside the box is a black leather wallet, with M.F stamped into it.

“A wallet is a sign of a grown man, now, Megumi. Get a copy of Satoru’s black card and put it in there.” Nanami says, nodding to the boy whose chest has puffed out at being considered a ‘grown man’.

“Here you go, kid.” Shoko opens her wallet and pulls out a ¥5000 note and puts it into his hand. “Don’t spend it on girls or booze.”

“Jesus Shoko he’s 12.” You sigh at her, with a huff of laughter following.

“Hey Megs, you should ask Aunty Koko about how she got through school! Then do everything the exact opposite because she cheated her way into being a Doctor!” Satoru giggles and skips off to grab Tsumiki.

“How do you deal with him, Y/N?” Kento asks.

“Selective hearing.” You respond, but the truth was you dealt with him easily – given that he was one half of your soul.

The doorbell rings and you skip to the door, opening it to see the tall blonde salaryman waiting.

You fling your arms around his neck for a hug.

“Hiya Kento!”

Since Nanami had left sorcery, you and him had set up a standing plan that every second Thursday he would come over to the cottage and you would have Kooking with Kento, as Satoru had named it much to your delight.

On tonight’s menu was a delicious asparagus and lemon risotto, you two would always cook together with Satoru and occasionally the kids taking part from the table. Tsumiki would help you stir sometimes, but Megumi had proven himself as useful as Satoru in the kitchen so they were relegated to the table.

You loved these nights, you and Kento had always been close since you had gone on his first mission with him – your warmth and care as his senior was the foundation for the fact you act like his big sister. He never seemed as bothered by your chaotic energy as he was by Satoru’s – even though you were two sides of the same coin. He acted like he didn’t, but he truly cared for Satoru too, he’d also never admit it, but he was his best friend and 3 years ago when Satoru had very elaborately asked him to be his best man – he was very honoured. Hell, he’d even managed some vaguely complimentary things in his speech. Megumi also found a kindred spirit in Kento, he would speak to him about what he had been reading, and complain about Gojo to him, he was also definitely his favourite babysitter. Now at 13, entering the teen years – Nanami was beginning to be one of the only people who he could stand to be around. The last time he’d been in a fight, Nanami had pulled him aside and told him the correct way to launch his first to prevent bruising on your knuckles – you had heard even though you weren’t mean to. You hadn’t said anything, but you did think to yourself that it’s no wonder Nanami and Satoru were friends.

At the table that night, with food put away and the kids gone to bed, Nanami says he wishes to speak to you both.

“I’ve made the decision, that the 9 to 5 life is shit. Jujutsu sorcery is also shit, so in this case I’m choosing the one I am most adept at and so I will be returning to sorcery. I –” He was immediately cut off by your squeals and Satoru’s cheering and rendition of Return of the Mack but changing it to Nanamin. He just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose at the fact his closest friends were you two and a woman chain smoking over cadavers and wondered what the hell he did wrong in a past life.

“Oh we’ll get to see you so much more! There’s an empty office beside Satoru’s, I’m in another building but still close by! We can all have lunch together!” You clap your hands and look to Satoru who is equally as delighted.

“I won’t be teaching. I’m returning to active missions.”

More cheering ensues.

It goes on for a while.

Kento is tired.

FREEZEFRAME FOUR

You lay on the hospital bed, Satoru almost on top of you, head tucked into your neck as you snuggled into him – tears on both your faces.

Shoko had left the room to give you both some space, standing in the hall she hears footsteps approaching – neat and fast.

Kento Nanami appears at the end of the hallway and as he approaches her a loud laugh and a giggle escape from the room behind her.

“Is that Y/N and Gojo? Why are they here, they have no active missions as far as I’m aware and it’s summer holidays?” He asks her, as her lips curl into a smile around her lit cigarette, she holds out her hand as he passes her the papers – he was here for her sign off on his monthly physical.

“Knock and ask ‘em yourself, Ken.” She shrugs her head toward the room.

He nods and tales the paperwork back.

He knocks on the door as your voice rings out telling him to come in.

“Nanaminnnnnnn!!! You’re here too! How awesome is this!” Satoru says, still not moving from his spot glued to you.

Your eyes are sparkling with glistening tears but your smile was lit up with the widest smile directed at your husband – eyes filled with pure love.

“Is everything alright? Is someone unwell?” He asks.

You giggle and swing your legs off the side of the table so Satoru can sit beside you and he wraps his arms around you middle and nuzzles into your shoulder.

“That would be me, but only every morning.” You hint.

Kento then notices the way you seem to glow and the placement of Satoru’s hand, protectively splayed across your lower belly.

Then it clicks.

“Shit – are you pregnant, Y/N?” He asks, aghast at the situation he didn’t expect to walk into today.

You nod and smile and Satoru raises his head.

“I’m gonna be a papa again! More babies for you uncle Nanamin!”

Kento can’t even bring himself to chastise him right now, the aura of joy surrounding you both is too beautiful to burst.

“Have you just found out?” He asks, a small smile on his lips.

“Satoru notices their cursed energy today, so we warped straight here. Who needs a pregnancy test when your husband is one, huh?!” You high five the man beside you.

“Of course I’d be the first to see it, I put it in there!” This makes you throw your head back and Nanami shake his.

“Christ. A combination of you both. I’ll be grey by the time the child turns one.” He smirks.

In truth, he couldn’t have been happier for you both. You’d both done a great job with Megumi and Tsumiki, your attachment obvious at your constant quest to wake Tsumiki up since we sank into her slumber a year ago. More than anything though, he could not think of two people more deserving of welcoming a new little light into the world. The love you both share and the depth of the bond often renders Kento speechless. Seeing you both, was enough proof for the eternal skeptic to wholeheartedly believe that soulmates exist and you two were made to be together by whatever hand guides the earth. He will continue to joke about the combination of you both leading him to insanity given your chaotic nature and well, Satoru but he knew while all of that was true and the child would be as boisterous and wild as they come – the child would also be the most caring, bravest, most passionate, fearless and a true force to be reckoned with. Your love could create all that, and he was privileged to bear witness – and to later, be named godfather of Akio Ryu Tadashi Gojo.

FREEZEFRAME FIVE

A Thursday came about, and Kento walked up to the sage green door of the Gojo cottage. He heard voices inside and figured Satoru must have gotten home early – you were still on maternity leave and Satoru was coming home very early each day to see his wife and baby boy. Megumi was in school now, so he lived on campus.

He knocked and not 10 seconds later the door opened revealing you with the baby on your hip.

“Kento! Yay you’re here, and you brought wine. You are my lifesaver. I’ve had to get extra, because we’ve extra mouth to feed tonight.” You say, kissing his cheek and wandering back to the kitchen.

He follows you and your large wooden kitchen table is overflowing with people – the source of the voices.

Megumi, Nobara and Yuuji sit with Satoru at the table.

“Hello Nanaminnnnn!” came in perfect synch from Gojo and Yuuji. That was followed by a ‘Hello Nanami-San!” from Nobara and a wave from Megumi and a babble from Akio. He greets them all in return as Akio makes grabby hands towards his father and Satoru lifts him delighted from your arms, before settling him on his lap to play with the small panda plushy in his hands. The kids all coo at Akio and Kento then notices the dog, large and black and fluffy asleep by Megumi’s feet.

“The kids are all exhausted and a bit shaken from the exchange event last week, so ‘toru gave them the day off tomorrow so they can stay here for the weekend.” You say quietly. He’s reminded that under layers of bravado Satoru truly loves these kids – not just as his adopted son and students, but truly all three of them as part of he and his wife’s formed family.

“I did bolognaise for dinner tonight, and we’ve chocolate cake. But first things first, here’s a corkscrew Kento – crack that thing open. The grown ups want a glass of wine.”

He does as requested and marvels at the scene in front of him, you kiss the head of his godson and the lips of his best friend as you pass them whispering how handsome your boys are to them both, then mention to Nobara you bought some new nail varnish to try later as you pass her, then ruffle both the teens boys hair as you move past them and weigh in on their debate over the best Pokémon in the new game.

He might complain, but he’s happy to be Uncle Nanamin to this wonderful puzzle piece family.

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a study in gojo's upbringing

notes: this whole fic is a trigger warning: death of a parent, c.a. wc: 2.1k

i have so many hcs and since we have nothing i decided to make something

satoru had never been a gentle child. even during gestation he gave his mother hell, plaguing her with chronic backaches and debilitating nausea. she could hardly stomach any food, leaving her bed-ridden and exhausted. the pregnancy weakened her body significantly; this young, promising sorcerer was reduced to a shell of who she once was. after more than 26 hours of excruciating labor, satoru's mother unfortunately lost her life in exchange for his.

his father despised him for it and never hesitated to express his distaste for satoru's survival. itsuki gojo never held his son even when he stood beside his wife's deathbed as satoru screamed relentlessly in the wetnurse's arms. despite the tragedy, one thing held true. when satoru opened his eyes for the first time, they glowed a crystalline blue- the gojo family had once again been blessed with the gift of the Six Eyes.

while his relatives mourned and breathed their sighs of relief, other sorcerers toasted to satoru's birth. members of the other prominent clans showered the family with gifts and well-wishes. people were desperate to get a look at satoru, to gaze upon the rarity that was the Six Eyes. the world seemed to center around this motherless white-haired baby boy whose father resented his sheer existence.

itsuki gojo saw his son as a killer. this tiny little blue-eyed boy was unloved by his father because, in his eyes, satoru had taken her away from him. he lost his wife and gained a powerful position in a family he had no love for. this mental instability paired with such a sudden increase of power was a deadly combination. his moods were often fickle and he was generally unpleasant to be around. itsuki was protected only by tradition, but that’s not to say that the family respected him. his neglect of satoru was no secret.

itsuki gojo had been dead last in the line of succession for becoming head of the family. he had married into the family and his wife had been the last grandchild born to the youngest son of the current head. he had zero hope of ever climbing to the top, not to mention the death of his wife, which had brought shame to his branch of the family. regardless of the clan's resistance to itsuki, satoru's gift made him the head when he came of age. until then, however, his father would be the one to do the job in his place. this meant that satoru seldom saw him save for at family dinners or when the gojos would host important officials in their home. satoru did not see the man as his father, only knowing him as such because that's what everyone told him.

the world began to change rapidly with the birth of satoru gojo. the Six Eyes was a flaming target on his back, not only for curses but for other threats as well. his head fetched a high price in the darker places of the jujutsu world which seemed only to increase as the years passed. satoru was placed under constant supervision for the first five years of his life, per his father's orders. it was less that itsuki cared for the wellbeing of his son and more that his position depended on satoru's survival.

his position as head of the clan was at stake if satoru didn't present with the Limitless technique. of course, the Six Eyes was a powerful gift by itself, but the family was eager to see whether had inherited both the techniques. the whole clan held its breath as satoru's infancy and early childhood crept on by. it had been 400 years since a gojo had been born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes. it would make satoru the strongest sorcerer alive; his power would be unparalleled by anyone.

if his son didn't receive those traits, itsuki's position as head could be jeopardized from the disappointment. not to mention the amount of enemies he already had in other branches of the family. they saw him as an outsider and he was not a pleasant man to be around. tradition was the only thing keeping him in charge. it would shame him further, and this fear of rejection brewed into an obsession with satoru once he turned four.

on his fourth birthday, satoru's father asked his aunt kaede to bring him to his office. satoru thought it was strange; his father never asked to see him. itsuki was desperate to see whether his son would present with the Limitless. he brought gifts and sweets for satoru and ask him all sorts of funny questions, a lot of which made him laugh. satoru started looking forward to these visits, always accompanied by his aunt kaede.

satoru was cared for almost exclusively by his aunt, who, unbeknownst to him, was a spitting image of his mother. she thought of him as her own, and had spent every moment of the pregnancy by her sister's side as she grew consistently sicker and weaker. she wept every night after putting satoru to bed, screaming at the sky until her throat hurt, wondering why the world had taken her sister away.

the jujutsu world was cruel, deadly, and unforgiving. the price of strength and success as a sorcerer was often one's morality, and while satoru had a tendency to stir up trouble, not once had he ever felt the need to delve into the dark. he credited this to the promise he made his aunt kaede. "be strong for me."

satoru's 5th birthday came and went, making him the prime age for technique presentation. his father still interacted with him, so much so that satoru began to warm up to him a bit. he didn't know that itsuki was giving him the attention because he was studying the boy, not because he loved him.

when satoru was almost six years old, the Limitless technique hadn't even suggested that it would befall him. visits with his father had become more and more frequent, but they were different from before. there were no snacks or playful questions, just silence as his father walked circles around him after telling him to stand still. it was confusing, and satoru realized that his father never smiled at him. it was the beginning of the end, as satoru would understand later.

there was one time in particular that satoru would never be able to forget. his father called him down to his office like usual, but when he got there, the man was livid. kaede waited by the door as always, never to speak, only to watch over satoru because she didn't trust the man with the boy she saw as her own son. but satoru's father began yelling, red-faced and angry, demanding to know why he didn't have a technique. itsuki accused his five-year-old son of keeping his presentation a secret and when satoru tried to defend himself, his father struck the side of his face with his fist.

aside from medical exceptions, the pain tolerance of a child is not developed in the way as that of an adult's. satoru let out a scream as he crumpled to the floor. behind him, he heard a strangled cry escape from kaede, which only worked to frighten him further. tears blurred his vision as the pain seared through his cheek. worse than that, however, was the betrayal of his father. up until then, satoru had believed his father loved him in the way that a parent should. alongside the bruises on his body, the most painful ones were on his heart.

“get out,” his father seethed. the hatred in the man’s brown eyes was a sight that satoru would never be able to forget.

before he could even think to move, satoru was being swept up by kaede and rushed away to his room. he cried so hard that he couldn’t breathe as he clung to kaede as though she was the only thing tethering him to this earth. she settled him down on his bed and brought him an icepack while rubbing small, soothing circles on his back.

“you need stitches,” she said with a sad expression.

stitches? he’d never heard of that before, but the caution in kaede’s tone frightened him. even at a young age, satoru’s perception was impeccable.

“will it hurt?” he asked in a small voice.

aunt kaede shook her head. “we’ll numb you. don’t worry, satoru; you’re strong.”

that was the first time his father struck him. and kaede lied- the stitches hurt so badly that it made him cry again, but his aunt held him that night until he finally fell asleep.

no one could stop itsuki from abusing his son. kaede was forbidden to accompany satoru on the visits to his father’s office, which all ended the same as the last. gone were the days of his early childhood when he lived in ignorant bliss. he was completely and utterly helpless as itsuki stared at him, demanded he show his technique, and when he couldn’t, the boy received a blow.

“you’re weak,” his father said once after hitting him so hard that he nearly lost consciousness. “just like your mother.”

satoru began to plan his escape in secret, even hiding it from his aunt kaede. he was incredibly intelligent and it was shaping up to be a solid plan. it all came crashing down, however, when kaede told him she had to leave.

in lieu of his Six Eyes, satoru's keen sense of perception extended to the emotions of others. even at a young age, he was able to read people quite well. one night while she was putting him to bed, satoru noticed how sad his aunt looked and asked her what was wrong. kaede opened her mouth to respond only to burst into tears, scaring satoru so badly he almost did, too. his aunt, so kind and loving, broke down into pieces as she told him she was leaving.

satoru hated crying. even though he knew kaede wouldn't punish him for it, his instincts made him clam up as he fought back tears.

"it's going to be okay, satoru," she said, lowering herself onto the bed by his feet.

hurried, desperate words spilled out of him as the unshed tears stung his eyes. "why?" he cried. "why are you leaving me with him?" please, take me with you.

she reached over and placed a hand on the side of his cheek and smiled at him through her tears. "you are so strong. i love you, satoru. do you know that?"

satoru nodded as the floodgates burst and tears streamed down his face and dripped onto the comforter. she pulled him toward her and wrapped her arms around his small, shaking frame. "be strong for me, satoru." they stayed that way for a while as he sobbed into her shirt until she said she couldn't stay any longer.

she pulled the door behind her, and as it clicked shut, so did satoru's heart. he'd find out much later that it had been his father's doing; he sent her away because he believed that being in her care would make him into a weakling. to this day, satoru still doesn't know if she's alive or not.

his sixth birthday came at last, but it was not an event of celebration. the family had begun to look down on him as a disappointment, not bothering to care for him as kaede had. holding the Six Eyes was not enough, and itsuki had descended into true madness. just as usual, satoru was summoned to his father’s office, body trembling in preparation for what was coming.

“satoru,” said his father. “i am so disappointed in you.”

satoru was never allowed to speak unless his father asked him a direct question, so he stood there, shaking violently while itsuki circled him as usual. “you’re running out of time,” he said, and his voice took on that cold, lifeless tone it did when he was growing angry. satoru knew what that meant, and his body tensed all over. his throat began to tighten with the fear that always made unshed tears sting his eyes. he squeezed them shut, so afraid to show that he was about to cry-

but the pain didn’t come. instead, there was this feeling of static electricity prickling at the side of his face. satoru opens his eyes hesitantly, wondering what was happening, to see that his father’s hand stopped just half an inch from his cheek. he’s looked just in time to see the absolute shock on itsuki’s face.

his brown-eyed father clenched his jaw and let out an irritated grunt. “congratulations, son,” he said. “your life is about to get a whole lot worse.”

it’s the Limitless, satoru realized, and complete relief flooded through his body. tears of freedom, of salvation, of pure alleviation spilled down his face in streams as he let out a crazed laugh. he stared his father in his face as he said,

“you’ll never touch me again. and one day, i’m going to kill you.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #satoru gojo #gojo's past

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Faiwyyy, àll these mentions of mirror mirror and indelible and jskdkd of course oikawa and atsuko, now i'm thinking about either satoru-nii or stepdad gojo in a hotd/got modern verse 🥹

Yan!Satoru-nii who does everything to prevent his little sis from being arranged to be married to the Zen'in clan or

Yan!Stepdad Satoru who only agree to be married to your mom because his end goal is you, who has the most ideal technique to be paired with the six eyes and limitless

I'm sorry but like the lack of gojocest fic is just 😔

Is thERE A LACK ???? 👁️👁️ bC I WIll gladly step up to the plateeee omfjdjdkgkg I mean there’s not enough hours in the day for me to write all the fics I wanna write but yeA YOURE SO RIGHT ꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭̥*ﾞ̥♡⃛ THATD BE SOOOO SEXXXyYYY I love satoru nii so much I have always loved the idea of big brudder satoru having a blossoming crush on his little sister anD ITs honestly mean n gross that I haven’t gotten to write it yet >:/

Skkskdkdmffj I can just imagine satoru being like the,,, he was the only child for a while until you, so now he’s just got an insane fascination for each of you stuff n seeing himself mirrored in you and it’s not like he wants to make you into him,,, it’s just that you look so fucking adorable following big brother’s lead. definitely if you’re kinda wide eyed and naïve n trust him too much for your own good. double definitely when you’re so dependant on him that you let him do whatever

like watching you as you undress and putting his hands all over n pinching and playing with your body until you can’t stand it. or sticking his fingers or sometimes him tongue into your mouth. or asking you to help him out, but really he just wants to embarrass you by putting you on your knees between his legs n shoving your head into his crotch, or holding you there, or generally just putting his crotch near you at all. and making you touch him “like this, like this, good girl—“ through his underwear even though you don’t understand what he gets out of it.

because then he always asks “do you like your big brother? you like me, yeah?” and “how much?” and he’s always so touchy with you and he dotes on you and he calls you a smart girl or such a good little sister when you listen to him,,, so of course you wanna help. Even if he has some weird requests

#tw.incest #tw.grooming #I wANNAAAA WRITE IR I WANNA SOOOBAD #I think of satoru nii too much he makes me sOOO Hot nflusteted #wAagataysteyr he’d talk you into doing the groSSESTTT Shit with a smile on his face

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Hello, I'm new here and I really liked your tumblr. I would like it if you could answer my question. Don't you think Saturo is a little needy, you know he always wants to get people's attention, he always wants to force a friendship, that scares me a little, he can even be unnecessary sometimes.

Hiii! I literally have no idea how you came across my blog but I'm happy if it made you feel welcome ❤️ Thanks for reaching out.

Don't be scared by the tall man with the impossible eyes and bulk volume suffering. He's here to help! ✨

I mean, you pretty accurately described Gojo, tbqh. He is needy, I wouldn't say he wants to get people's attention... but he has it, anyway, he is desperately reaching out for human connection, he frequently ponders and is consumed by the unnecessary (just as much as the necessary) and people tend to conflate his strength with his identity.

How do we put one at ease with this larger than life personality? We speedrun it, of course. The best way to empathize with someone is to understand how they got from point A to point D and this is as it applies in real life, too. Consider this my humble offering toward this threat I made a few years ago. Going to avoid spoilers beyond what's been animated but this is still going to be a long one so strap in! JK there's a minor spoiler that's marked (⚠️) but it's not a major plot point.

IN DEFENSE OF GOJO

A mostly unsolicited essay ✨

Before we get into how Gojo became Gojo, let's look at the basic information we know about jujutsu society in universe.

Curses are formed by negative emotional runoff, typically from people who can't control cursed energy.

There are humans who are born with cursed techniques but the brains of humans so their powers were dormant until Kenjaku!Geto activated them in the last episode of season 2.

Those with power that are beyond the comprehension of the elders happen to find themselves carrying death sentences (as it applies to Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori, specifically).

There are 3 Big Families: the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin Clans, likened to nobility, which have been active since the Golden Age of Jujutsu hundreds of years ago.

Generally, the Gojo clan inherits the Limitless technique. Six Eyes is a lot less frequent and both techniques haven't manifested in one user in over 100 years until Gojo was born. (Purple or Hollow Purple is another hidden move which each family has some extra razzle dazzle offshoots from their main cursed technique.)

Kamo clan passes along Blood Manipulation (re: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo, the Kyoto student, and Noritoshi Kamo, the blemish on the Kamo clan who created the cursed womb paintings)

Zenin clan has the Ten Shadows Technique (re: Megumi. Bear in mind, previously a Zenin Ten Shadows user fought a Gojo Six Eyes + Limitless user and the fight ended in a stalemate that resulted in both of their deaths).

Anomalies, like that of Maki and Toji, exist even in these age old clans where an heir is born without the ability to manipulate cursed energy and/or see curses.

Of the above and those of the main cast specifically, the inheritors of these generations' old techniques have pretty shit origin stories. They are privileged but cursed in a way. Heavy is the head, and all.

BIG THREE FAMILY CULTURE

We haven't gotten a lot of insight into the Gojo clan except that it's basically a clan of one: Satoru Gojo.

Noritoshi, the Kyoto student, bears the name of the blot of the Kamo clan and is a bastard son who happened to inherit the familial technique. Because of this, he is shepherded into the fold of the Kamo the family, foisted into a position of responsibility, and separated from his "disgrace" of mother. She leaves him, knowing her presence would hold him back, and hopes that her sacrifice in doing so will enable him to better help others. ⚠️ However, when Kenjaku!Geto used remote Idle Transfiguration to awaken dormant vessels and dormant cursed technique users, the proper firstborn heir of the Kamo clan's inherited technique was awakened which swiftly saw Noritoshi's expulsion from his status and the clan.

The most damning evidence we have of the culture of these families is from the Zenin clan:

They terrorized Toji Zenin, despite his inhuman strength, simply because he was born without the ability to manipulate cursed energy. To the extent that an incident from his childhood left his face scarred and likely radicalized him into the sorcerer killer he is today.

Mai and Maki were gravely mistreated because, in addition to being girls, they were born twins which is considered highly unfavorable.

The twin superstition is "justified" by Mai's weak cursed technique and Maki's inability to see curses or manipulate cursed energy.

The misogynistic treatment of the girls is likely not uncommon within the Big Three families given 1) what we've seen happen to Kamo's mom, 2) the treatment of the twins' mother, and 3) the way that Gojo vehemently advises that Tsumiki would never be happy with the Zenin clan (as both a jujutsu outside and because she's a girl as determined by events that haven't been animated yet).

Empirically, from the above, we can extrapolate that familial ties don't mean shit in the Big Three Families, blood relations are tenuous at best. Tradition, power and hereditary techniques reign supreme to maintain status. Those outside of the blessed few are at the mercy of more powerful members of the family which will be more evident in season 3.

💡 As an aside, kinda interesting to think about Geto's ideology applied to these traditional families. In fact, I wonder if Geto cultivated his beliefs based on what Gojo told him about his family.

UNDERSTANDING THE CHARACTERIZATION OF GOJO

Now that we understand society as Gojo would have known it, let's get into how he experiences the world from birth.

Canonically, his birth shifted the power balance between sorcerers and curses. A lot of readers assume he has a god complex which, in addition to being categorically false, is more a reflection of his canonical in universe power. He is neither a god nor does he necessarily perceive himself to be one. But that's not to say he doesn't have a bit of an attitude problem.

He is born with both the Limitless and Six Eyes techniques which, again, hasn't happened in over 100 years. Subsequently, stronger curses are on the rise to compensate for this dramatic shift in power.

💡 Lowkey, I kinda headcanon that the influx of more powerful curses comes from the bitter resentment that periphery individuals must have harbored against Gojo because, let's be real. He's clearly Mappa's favorite and it brings out the anti in everybody IRL lol I can only imagine in universe if you were born to a jujutsu family and lost out on the genetic lottery when it came to cursed energy.

He explicitly draws the ire of curses and cursed users alike with a bounty that immediately incites an onslaught of first come, first serve mercenaries. As a child. Even Toji, the great sorcerer killer, tries to get the drop on a young Satoru Gojo but none are successful at coming close. Not even the invisible man.

From what we know of the Big Three above, the miracle of Gojo's inheritance would likely push him into a place of great power and influence within his clan, even from an early age. Further, we've seen what the burden of responsibility an inherited technique looks like as it applies to Noritoshi Kamo. Gojo would have been burdened with this status and, simultaneously, constantly placated by others so as to appease the miraculous heir.

Additionally, as we saw with Noritoshi, other clans may also have a vested interest in currying favor with the young heir because even proximity to Gojo creates a sense of power and status.

By blood, Yuta is a distant, distant cousin of Gojo's from a branch family and we see how OP he is.... Later in the story, Gege makes it a point to use the Great Satoru Gojo as a measure of power and, subsequently, more explicitly how close other characters' power, prowess or technique come close to that of Gojo's.

Subsequently, as the Kamo clan heir, Noritoshi tries to ingratiate himself to Megumi despite the fact that he's no longer even connected to the Zenin clan. He curses that Mai didn't inherit Ten Shadows to make relations a bit smoother. Gojo would likely have several people vying for his attention and grace whether he wants it or not.

I think you can see how, a smart kid like Gojo who literally has nothing but time to process and compute the ways of the world around him, would come to understand the motivations of others as it specifically relates to him and his power. It would be understandable if he were innately wary and distrustful of others, especially when you consider his initial experience as the target of an onslaught of, albeit unsuccessful, assassination attempts.

Here, I think, is what really gives life to the isolation that Gojo feels from a very young age which is only known by those with immense power like Sukuna and other characters who've yet to be revealed. Gojo is less an individual and more a means to an end. He is a monolith for power, protection and status. His power is so incomprehensible for other sorcerers of the era that his potential for vulnerability is taken for granted.

With a culture that prioritizes strength over, perhaps, morality, it makes sense why, when we see Gojo years later as a high school student, he is relatively disrespectful toward his elders and thinks it is silly that the strong should have to diminish themselves for the comfort of the weak. Bear in mind, this disrespect is likely because no one was really checking him on manners from a young age. Further, from his experience, strength has always been commodified, why would you diminish that? He was and remains head of the Gojo clan with all the pomp and circumstance that comes with that.

Enter Suguru Geto, the smoking gun as to why we know Gojo doesn't have a god complex. Suguru, like Geto, is the only other special grade sorcerer aside from Yuki Tsukumo (and she makes it a point to not take missions). Qualified as equals, the two are constantly doled out missions that higher ups are not even equipped to handle. Try not catching an ego about that.

Even though their power may not necessarily be on par with one another, it is enough that Gojo deems Geto an equal. Their friendship tempers Gojo's character in ways his family could not.

THE HUMANITY OF A GOD

Gojo is not a god but, to those around him, he's certainly lauded as such. Part of that entails inherently overlooking that which makes him vulnerable, makes him human. As someone who can, at will, literally turn off the ability to be touched at all, the premise is ironic. But the fact remains, from all the above and his behavior therein, it seems as though Gojo had to wait until high school to act like a kid at all and that is all thanks to Geto.

As an outsider, Geto's opposing ideology suggests that the strong are meant to protect the weak and keep others who are strong in check. Gojo is frequently shown taking Geto's criticism and point of view under critical advisement. In fact, realizing how out of touch he is with the reality of others, he defers to Geto as a moral compass, trusting implicitly in his judgement.

Not only that but, from what we saw during the Kyoto Goodwill Event, it is not uncommon for sorcerers to be wary of disclosing what their cursed technique is to other sorcerers. You can never be too careful nor can you know who's a cursed user in the making, even amongst your own classmates. With inherited techniques, word gets around but... Geto, an outsider, was intimately aware of the drawback Gojo experienced when overusing his technique and that speaks volumes about how comfortable Gojo was being vulnerable with him.

Geto encourages Gojo to speak more politely to his elders, again, a pushback he clearly wasn't getting anywhere else or, perhaps, direction he simply wasn't taking from anyone else.

Because Gojo recognizes Geto as an equal, he is more relaxed and able to behave accordingly which Geto graciously allows and creates a safe space for. Imagine all the steam this little weirdo has been holding in out of obligation? Moreover, as someone who has always undeniably been the strongest person in any room, imagine the relief in finally knowing that there is someone else you can rely on? Feel safe with? Someone you can be needy and greedy with. Gojo found his One and Only best friend.

Geto allows him to authentically be himself AND HE STARES AT HIM LIKE THIS WHILE DOING SO!

Additionally, we talk about Gojo being unnecessary at time, which he is. I poke a lot of fun at how Gojo will take in what someone like Yaga explains to him and then the output is some Digimon reference a lot. He literally speaks in gibberish half the time but Geto just... understands him. Or makes it a point to try. Bear in mind, Gojo's silly goofiness belies his penchant for serious contemplation, as well, as he's knowledgeable about historical poetry, prominent figures and events. The dichotomy of this is whiplash inducing to Ijichi. If you think about the adage, those who don't know history are destined to repeat it, it shines an interesting light on why Gojo seems to have such a wealth and emphasis on the history of not only jujutsu sorcerers but also other politics at play dating back centuries. Even more so if you consider ItaFushi to be SatoSugu 2.0 as... the story kind of feels that way, doesn't it? BACK TO THE POINT, Gojo behaves like a fool but he isn't stupid.

I think this arrogance and silly facade is a product of being plugged into the reality of what it truly means for the few to protect the greater good. He's probably hyper aware of the prospective survival rate of his peers based on empirical information he has at his disposal. It's why he pointblank tells Ijichi not to become a sorcerer. I think it's also why he's frivolous with having and creating fun. Not just for his kohais but later for his students. With Geto, he experiences a closeness he hadn't had with anyone else and it improves his ability to connect with others by extension.

I know this is not from the canon material but I think this is the perfect inclusion as to Gojo's proclivity for frivolity. LOOK AT HIM.

MISSION FAILURE AND FALL OUT

Based on the information we have currently, Gojo didn't exactly have the same splintered origins that Megumi and Noritoshi had. But from the above and his socialization with people outside of the Gojo clan, we see how coming from a place of privilege can still create deficiencies. But it isn't enough to simply learn and benefit from the good times. Maybe people take for granted that which isn't tested or taken away. We can't fully understand adult Gojo without understanding the failures of teenage Gojo.

Tasked with a mission that literally impacts the fate of the world and is relayed as such, the two special grade sorcerers take on the Star Plasma Vessel mission. As we saw in season 2, it didn't exactly end well. From this we can glean the following:

From the beginning and despite that which hung in the balance if they were unsuccessful, Gojo and Geto were willing to blow it all, come what may, if the vessel opted out of the merger. They were willing to fight Tengen themselves to spare one life even if it destabilized everything else. The idea of which seems Icarian in nature and we saw how that worked out for Icarus.

Toji's plan of attrition (wearing Gojo down specifically) was successful partly because of the false sense of security engineered by Shiu Kong that allowed them to recapture Kuroi.

However, based on Gojo's hubris, Gojo and Geto were already living in a false sense of security. Any attempts Geto made to temper Gojo's ego were appeased by the fact that, he wasn't alone. Finally. He had Geto and Gojo was insulated in the comfort and security he found in Geto's company. He could take on Tengen, he could risk another night in Okinawa burning through his stamina. It did not matter if he had Geto to rely on. They were the strongest.

Turns out it did matter and they were both foiled, thoroughly. The fall out of these events results in the following:

Gojo's evolution wherein he learns how to control reversed curse energy which shoots him past his previous limits.

Gojo avenges his loss to Toji and Riko, by extension (that order feels important to mention). He achieves a level of enlightenment and transcendence which saw the successful use of the Red Technique that he'd been unable to use in a fight against a lackey during the same mission which also made it possible to execute the finisher attack Hollow Purple, resulting in the fight's end.

Upon reclaiming Riko's body from the Time Vessel Association, Gojo, in the haze of his victory, asks Geto if they should slaughter the people celebrating Riko's death. Showing that, regardless of his power up, he still needs Geto's guidance and values the opinion of his equal. I say this even though we know Gojo lies about Shoko treating his injuries. Even he's aware that this latest evolution creates a greater disparity between their relative strength but he defers to him anyway.

Geto begins questioning whether the lives of non-sorcerers who are capable of such evil are really worth fighting and/or dying for.

The acknowledgement that, even though there is nothing beyond special grade classification, Gojo became the strongest.

Foundationally, Gojo came to terms with the vulnerability that Toji was able to exploit and subsequently trained to remediate that. Simultaneously, Geto fell deeper and deeper into a despair over a persisting moral crisis that Gojo, with Six Eyes at his disposal, was incapable of seeing or understanding. The occurrence of which is maddening to me, personally but such is the way of a fatal flaw.

Geto's subsequent and "sudden" defection pulled the rug from beneath Gojo's feet.

We have seen him dust off countless attempts on his life as a child, shoulder the burden of the Gojo clan as a child, execute his obligations as a sorcerer regardless of his beliefs as a child, and bear the brunt of jujutsu society because of the magnitude of his strength as a child and he never batted an eye. Not to say he didn't have something flippant to say about it but he endured it.

But with Geto's abandonment, whatever security he'd finally found was abruptly destabilized and it's important to note that only when it comes to Geto do we see Gojo's nonchalant facade falter. When he learns of the attack on the village with Yaga, when he confronts Geto in the streets of Shinjuku, when he encounters Kenjaku wearing Geto's corpse, he's not so silly goofy anymore is he?

Finding Geto was like finally feeling the warmth of the summer sun on your face after living in the shadows of a cave all your life. For Gojo, his departure was like never knowing that warmth again.

Not to mention, his immense power and status of being the only other special grade sorcerer meant he also had to carry the weight of being his best friend's executioner. Please.

He spends his adult life cultivating strength in others, rescuing kids from a society that seeks to destroy what they refuse to understand, uniting other so they aren't burdened by the same loneliness that plagues him and, whenever possible, trying to bring light and fun to the lives of kids who may never make it out of high school because that's the reality of sorcerers. That's the burden of responsibility they carry so, in between missions, he tries to be silly, he tricks them, he leads them on wild goose chases so they actually get out and experience their youth properly.

You're not meant to fear Gojo. Fear the society that allowed for these things to happen because he's trying to fix it. If anything, pity the man who is not allowed to be weak or vulnerable because he has always known the weight of the world. He could have been a god but he chose instead to love and it was his undoing.

If you'd like to pity Gojo further, dive into an expansive list of all the SatoSugu brainrot I could think of.

Lowkey, this feels like a call out, because why am I also terrible like this?? Am I being cyber bullied? I feel like this took me several days to write.

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An in depth satosugu analysis.

The Six Eyes and Limitless, two rare unparalleled cursed techniques unique to the Gojo Clan. One, that erases the boundaries of the human eye to allow the user to see cursed energy in high detail, and the other has the ability to control and distort space at will. Both of these techniques are extremely powerful on their own, but if they are to be brought together, the user will possess unfathomable and surreal power. Gojo Satoru, born with both the Six Eyes and Limitless, has been dehumanized since his birth. From the moment he was born, his very existence changed how the Jujutsu World worked. Never once being seen as something more than a title. Even without having infinity turned on, the undeniable power that he possesses creates a wall between him and everyone else. Untouchable, isolated, and forsaken. The strongest.

Cursed spirit manipulation, a rare ability that allows the user to summon and control cursed spirits. Once a cursed spirit is exorcised, a user with this ability will then be able to consume the curse which in turn will grant the user control over the curse. This is Geto Suguru’s cursed technique.

Both Satoru and Suguru possess rare and powerful techniques which, we can assume, brought upon their friendship. They understand each other, they are the only people to ever see one another for what they truly are. People. Together, they are “the strongest”, not because they are equal in strength, but because of how they are treated, only seen as weapons to be used.

In Jujutsu Society, sorcerers are meant to exorcise curses, which are born from the negative emotions of humans. Fear, stress, worry, anger, etc. Knowing this, we can only imagine how painful it must be for Suguru, who lives in this endless cycle of exorcising and consumption. Geto Suguru, whose first letter GE uses a kanji character that means “summer”. Geto Suguru, whose birthday is celebrated during the transition of winter into spring, who, in the beginning, is generally associated with warmth. A character who is a representation of how trauma can affect even the kindest souls and turn them to ruin. Geto Suguru, who slowly loses his warmth as he loses his mind.

Suguru spirals into insanity and forms a plan that will eradicate the world of curses—kill all nonjujutsu sorcerers. Throughout this, Satoru has been working on improving his cursed technique— unaware of this increasing gap between the formerly known “strongest duo”. Satoru, who was so caught up in getting stronger, failed to see his best friend begin to lose his sanity.

During their confrontation, Satoru tells him that what he’s doing is pointless and impossible. Yet from Suguru’s perspective, it can’t be impossible if Satoru is capable of achieving his ideals, for Satoru, this is something that is completely attainable if he wished to do so. He then goes on to ask, “Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest.” These lines are tragic for multiple reasons; hearing this come from his best friend, who understands the loneliness Satoru has felt from being objectified since the day he was born— His best friend, who was the only person to see him for who he was and not his strength, is questioning his identity. Asking if his personality is what made him strong or if it’s his strength that made him. Geto Suguru is now viewing him as everyone else is, the strongest. Alone since birth, the one person who was supposed to be with him against everyone has dissolved into the majority.

10 years later, despite no contact, and despite ending on bad terms, Satoru still refers to Suguru as his “one and only”, because to this day he is still the only person to ever truly recognize Satoru for who he is.

December 24th, Gojo Satoru is ordered to execute Geto Suguru.

“Someone who doesn't want to be saved is like the setting sun sinking into the mountains. No matter how you hold out your hand, there's no way to reach them. There was no way to reach him. It doesn't matter how strong you are”. Gojo Satoru who, although deemed the most powerful, will not ever be strong enough to save the people he cares for.

Due to Satoru’s inability to dispose of his best friend’s body, a curse, by the name of Kenjaku, takes control of his corpse. Kenjaku’s plan of optimizing cursed energy cannot exist if Gojo is there to stop him, thus forming his part in the beginning of the shibuya incident.

The prison realm is a living barrier in which there is nothing it cannot seal. However, this comes with a set of conditions. The target you wish to seal inside the barrier has to remain within a four-meter radius for one minute. The goal is to distract Satoru for one minute. Once the gate has opened, Kenjaku reveals himself to Satoru. In an instant, three years of Gojo’s past flood into his brain. Memories of his youth, the echoed laughter, the remembrance of joy, flashes of smiles. Memories of despair, isolation, helplessness, and death. A scene made up of shock and devastation plays out, the only person who could ever pull this sort of reaction out of the man with no weaknesses, his Achilles heel— Geto Suguru. In the horror of seeing his best friend’s body, something that is wearing Suguru’s deceased skin as a costume, he shouts “who are you.” In this moment, Satoru Gojo who basis his own self worth on his strength, rejects his power. His six eyes being the very thing that makes Satoru special, the root of his strength, without which he would be nothing; he rejects his strength for something as simple as a feeling. He sees that he has the same scent, the same aura, same cursed energy, everything is the same down to his mannerisms, yet Satoru knows deep within his soul that it is not him.

“My soul knows otherwise.”

#satosugu #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk spoilers #jjk

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keouil · 4 months

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root yourselves beside me

yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of personal space. 4k. gojo/shoko/getou. fluff. also on ao3.

It starts with someone getting sick in class.

"So like I was saying last week," Yaga gestures to the blackboard containing a small-scale map of downtown Tokyo. Sniffle. "There are still some areas in Nippori and Mejiro prone to winter curses, no matter how outdated they’ve become in this century." Sniffle. "It mostly has to do with the rapid temperature drops and most of the area being residential condos, meaning a younger workforce," Sniffle. "But generally speaking, jujutsu sorcerers are disposed every December to do an annual cleaning of the—"

A sneeze.

"Oh my god, Shoko! Are you trying to inhale the entire room?" Gojo snaps at the same time Getou turns to her and asks, "Are you feeling okay?"

They exchange looks. Gojo only barely manages to dodge the smack to his head.

Yaga didn't mind his students, maybe even tolerated them from time to time. He'll admit he wasn't necessarily jumping for joy when the school board delivered the student packet to his office a month before orientation day, frowning at the familiar last name and worrying over the two that weren't. Tokyo rarely took in female sorcerers, most of them fleeing to Kyoto the moment their cursed energy manifested in favor of a kinder teaching environment. Tokyo always lost the betting pool on taking in clan kids, Kyoto and Hokkaido making a strong case for their traditional curriculumn fitting them more.

Their test scores were all over the place too—a mix of highs and lows—not to mention the disproportionate level of raw cursed energy within all three of them and the almost unnatural way they wielded it. A six eyes user, a cursed spirit manipulator, and a reversed curse technique healer. Safe to say they were an unpredictable bunch, and Yaga was the one tasked to soldier them down into a passable team.

Only at the rate they were going, it was highly unlikely.

Shoko sniffles again. "Shutupgojo," she tries to say, only to slur the words because of how muffled her voice sounds. "m' sick, yu idot."

"Is that the same cold going around the school?" Getou asks, brows furrowed in concern. "Nanami called in sick last week. I had to take over his mission."

"It is flu season right now," Yaga remarks, not bothering to scold them for interrupting him for the nth time. Instead he gestures to the three of them in warning. "And sorcerers or not, your third year is the most brutal. So make sure not to catch anything."

Shoko sneezes again, looking the most miserable and scrawny they've seen her.

Gojo turned to look at her then. "Why don't you just heal yourself?"

Shoko just sniffles some more, looking pointedly—if not a little accusingly—at Yaga.

"We're still studying her technique," Yaga says lowly, suddenly all too busy with himself and the blackboard and making a pointed attempt to ignore Gojo and Getou boring holes down his back. "It's—ah—well, we don't get an RCT user very often."

"And so?" Gojo prompts. "What's that got to do with her healing herself?"

"She is right here," Shoko mumbles, wiping her nose with the tissue Getou passed her. Sniffling, she adds tiredly, like she's already made bed with it, "They just don't want any unauthorized use of the RCT if they can help it."

Gojo scoffs. "Well that's bullshit," he's already waving his hand around and bringing her chair closer. "Shoko, I'll heal you myself."

Now it was Yaga's time to smack him over the head.

"You can't even heal a bug yet!" Yaga waves at finger at him threateningly. "Let alone heal your own bruises. Like I said, RCT is an extremely polished technique that needs the utmost concentration and control. If even Shoko can't get it right just yet, there's no way you're allowed to even try healing Megumi's skinned knees."

Gojo pouts. "But—"

Getou faces him. "Yaga-sensei is right, Satoru," he placates. "If we can't understand Shoko's technique and get in under control, there's no telling what you could do with yours. You could do more harm than good."

Shoko let her head fall on the desk, groaning and making incoherent sounds of death. They think they can hear her murmuring something along the lines of feeling like death, until she says exactly, "I feel like death."

Getou inches his chair closer. "Do you want anything?"

Yaga notes the sincereness in his tone and has to school his expression into something more neutral. That’s… new. He knows the third years had gotten somewhat acquainted ever since the Okinawa incident, always insisting on doing group missions then and almost never letting anyone—juniors included, much to Nanami’s chagrin—go out alone and without a buddy system. He had to reason with the higher-ups that they'd probably just felt shaken somehow, and to give him as much grace period as possible until he felt they were ready to get back into the swing of things.

It's easy to forget, Yaga thinks when he looks at Getou rubbing a consoling hand on Shoko's back and Gojo trying to peek out from under where her head was buried in her arms: how young they were.

If he had to come up with however many bullshit lesson plans he had to make to justify the in-person classes in lieu of field work, Yaga didn't mind staying up late every night to catch up with.

And when he sees Gojo and Getou getting into another ill-timed bet on who can make Shoko laugh first, Yaga notes, maybe it's all worth it in the end.

All for the good of the team.

Taking the Tokyo Metropolitan Subway is a mandatory rite of passage for any student in Jujutsu Tech.

Yaga insisted they use public transport as much as possible, arguing about its unrivalled efficiency in getting to places faster than any chartered car ever could no matter it’s convenience. Navigating the subway and monorails took some getting used to, but once mastered, any self-proclaimed Tokyo-ite should be able to walk the bustling Asakusa station with their eyes closed.

Only Yaga didn't trust the third years not to push each other on the rails for whatever immature reason they came up with on the spot. They were all temperamental and teenagers like that.

Enter Ijichi.

"Um," Ijichi starts, looking around the busy station and fidgeting with the straps of his bag. It was more packed than usual for a Tuesday afternoon. "Don't you already have a PASMO card, Getou-san?"

Getou glances at him briefly. "I do," he holds up the familiar pink commuter pass, before gesturing to Gojo behind him, who was trying to drag Shoko into a tanghulu stall. "But Satoru doesn't. And he doesn't know how these machines work, either, so."

When they arrived at the station a few minutes ago, it was glaringly obvious just how much of a sheltered life Gojo had lived. Ijichi tried his best not to let the incredulousness on his face show out of respect. It was hard not to, though, when Gojo really did not know shit about anything: the queues, top-ups, line transfers, etc. Ijichi's almost entirely sure he saw smoke coming out of Shoko's ears when he proudly declared never having been on a train in his life and why should he even get a commuter pass when he has a chauffeur. Getou only just about stopped her from slicing him in half in the nick of time.

Now they were queueing up to get a one-way ticket for Gojo on the shinkansen. His senior who should have been listening and taking notes and maybe learning a thing or two about commuting in the busiest area of Japan. But instead, he's dragging Shoko from one confectionary shop to another, buying every hypoglycemic pastry he can find and forcing her to tell him which one she likes.

"Suguruuu," Gojo whined in a high voice when they came back, arms full of take-out bags. "I wasn’t sure which one you liked, and Shoko was being a brat and wouldn't tell me, so I got you one of everything! You too, Ijichi!"

Ijichi expected Getou to chastise him for the waste of money, time, resources, his patience, etc. But instead is surprised when Getou just looks up from the machine and gives him a small smile.

"Thank you, Satoru."

Gojo's grin only grew wider. "Not a problem!"

Getou turned back to the ticket machine and double-checked the train times. Only Ijichi noticed something was slightly off. He wasn't as focused as last time, now that he'd secured the ticket and was waiting for the machine to dispense it. He had one eye on the screen, while the other kept glancing at his side, at Shoko who was inching closer to the ticket gates. She doesn't get a few steps in before Getou nods his head firmly in her direction.

"She's doing it again," Getou warns. "Gojo, grab her."

Gojo didn't have to be told twice. "Gladly," He reaches out and catches Shoko just as she was about to scurry away, trapping her in a back-hug that rendered her completely immobile. Gojo rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed dramatically. "Always like this with you. Like clockwork."

Ijichi must've looked as confused as he felt, because Getou turned to regard him with mild amusement.

"Shoko has this rather annoying habit of going straight for the female-only train," Getou explains, turning back to exit out of the machine portal. "Completely understandable, of course. But it's annoying when we get off at the station and can't find each other right away."

"Yeah, Shoko, what's that about?" Gojo looks down on her. "You worried about perverts on the train or something?"

Shoko tries to shove his arm off. "I'm a sixteen-year old girl living in Tokyo," she hisses. "Of course I'm worried about being groped on the train."

"Like we'd ever let that happen," Getou mutters under his breath, and Ijichi notes, with a tone of annoyance. They must've had this conversation before. Fishing the loose change from the machine, he stands up and flicks her forehead playfully. "How many times do I have to say it? You're safe with us."

"Don't worry," Gojo winks down at her. "We're the strongest."

"Please come up with a new catchphrase," Shoko elbows him on the side. "It's getting old."

The train ride back to school is.. something.

True to their word, Gojo and Getou immediately planted themselves in between either side of Shoko, to her obvious and verbal dismay. Grab my ass one more time, Gojo, and you won't have a hand to jerk off with next time. Ijichi stood by their side, hands clasped firmly around his backpack and looking up at them in thinly veiled awe. They stood so tall and imposing and just.. grand. It was even more obvious mixed in with the corporate slaves, nondescript suits and heels doing nothing but emphasizing the undeniable.

It's moments like that where Ijichi is reminded how some people were just born for this:taking the local train home but somehow still looking like they weren't cut from the same cloth as everyone else. Gojo and Getou nearly always turning heads where they went and Shoko so effortlessly exuding the very embodiment of a cool girl.

Gojo turned to him from time to time, making sure he wasn't suddenly being crushed into the rush hour crowd of Asakusa. "You good there, Ijichi-kun?"

"Y-yes," Ijichi stammered gratefully in return. "All good, Gojo-san. T-thank you."

Getou tried not to let it show, but Ijichi saw the subtle looks he kept throwing at anyone who so much as inched within five metres of their space. Gojo was busy chatting Shoko up and talking about his latest progress in Zelda, hands going a mile a minute demonstrating his different battle strategies. Shoko rolled her eyes but Ijichi heard her indulgent follow-up questions.

Every time the train hit a bump, he saw Gojo and Getou instinctively reach out to steady Shoko. She glared at Getou's hand on her back.

"Off."

"No," Getou insisted, but the conviction in his voice didn't feel as strong as it usually did. He must not be used to saying that to her. "Unless you want to start actually holding on to the railing this time?"

Shoko grimaced. "Do you know how many bacteria are passed on to those things every day?" she points to the handle on top of her. "And you want me to subject myself to that?"

"Exactly," Getou looked at her knowingly.

Shoko huffed, crossing her arms and staring straight ahead in defiance. She hears Gojo chuckling by her side, shutting up when she shoots a glare his way.

"Then just this once."

Ijichi shuddered at the thought of crossing any of them. He wasn’t an undeniable, and when he sees the kind of attention they attract on this random nondescript day he was tailing them, decides he doesn’t want to.

The text message Ijichi shoots Yaga as they find their way to the school is riddled with so much question marks and asking—nearly begging—him not to shadow his seniors ever again, ending it with only the vaguest alludement to a possiblequestionablemaybe homoerotic dynamic between them.

Yaga sees the last line of the text and deletes it just as fast as it came.

"Whose jacket is that?" Yaga asks.

They're in the morgue for Shoko's private lesson. Reverse Curse Technique users only spawn once every few generations, if at all, and so the higher-ups were on his back to train Shoko to be the most competent she can be. If only she wasn’t wearing an oversized uniform that was nearly drowning her.

"I'm not sure," Shoko looks down. "We all share clothes."

Yaga pauses. "Why?"

"Makes it easier on laundry day," Shoko shrugs, reading over the medical textbook.

Yaga eyes the length of the uniform. It had to be at least five sizes larger than her usual.

"But don’t you guys do separate days?" Yaga inquires.

Shoko held up a hand. "Hold on, sensei," she reaches behind her and feels around for the name tag stitched into every student's uniform, tugging it out to read it. "It's Gojo's. Makes sense. I already found at least five candy wrappers just in his front pocket alone."

"Do you need more uniform sets?" Yaga asks, laying out the gauze pads and alcohol. A body ripe for examination lay before them. "I thought we gave you enough during the summer."

"I have enough," Shoko answers, picking up a cavity injector and turning it over in her hand. "But they just aren't as warm."

Yaga opened his mouth to clarify, before a loud clang of metal on metal alerted them of another presence in the clinic. Yaga already felt them before they even made a noise, hovering just outside the door for half an hour. Really, he should commend them for being able to hold out that long.

"Oi, you two," he calls out tiredly, not even bothering to look up from the body on the table. "Come out now."

The doors to the morgue creak open slowly, hesitant footsteps pattering in. Shoko took one look at the intruders and was already reaching for something pointy to throw at them.

"Not this again," Shoko curses under her breath, curling her fingers on a particularly sharp-looking scalpel and aiming it their way. "I said no intruding on private lessons!"

Getou missed being skewered by half a margin. "A dart scalpel again? Really, Shoko? It's getting old." He parrots back to her, holding his hands up in surrender when she picked up a needle. The silver glinted under the fluorescent lights. "We just wanted to make sure—"

"Oi!" Gojo interrupts them both, going straight for Shoko and Yaga. "You can't just casually say you’re going to excavate a transfigured human over breakfast and walk away just like that! Like what does that even mean?

Shoko directs a glare his way. "It means exactly what it means, idiot."

"Don’t call me an idiot!" Gojo flares, gesturing to the decaying corpse and turning to face Yaga. "Yaga-sensei! Are you sure she can do this?"

"Excuse me?!" Shoko bristles, standing up and directing the needle at him. "What did you just say?!"

"Shoko," Getou starts, softly at first, well-timed caution clinging to his voice. "You barely eat at the cafeteria because you don't know where the meat comes from. You won't touch anything on the train. Utahime has to beg us to take you out into the city every now and then. Are you sure you can be around all this blood?"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just somehow patronize and doubt my competency as a medic at the same time," Shoko breathes once, twice. "And ask you guys again, while I still have all shreds of my patience, to kindly fuck off."

Gojo plays with some of the tools in the shed. "Honestly we really would," he accidentally nicks himself on a lancet and drops it, metal on metal vibrating against the sterile room. Shoko winces at the sound. "But if this is anything like last time and Yaga had to call us in the middle of the night because you fainted in the morgue, why not just save everyone the time and crash now?"

Getou smacks a palm down his forehead. "Satoru, that's not—"

But Shoko was already on her heel, making a beeline towards him with nothing but female rage and the sharp end of a surgeon's knife. "Say that one more time pretty boy—"

"Oi, you three."

Gojo only narrowly avoids being sliced in half by the equally menacing timbre of Yaga's voice. Getou snaps to attention right away. Shoko is still looming close over Gojo, who looked like he shrunk about a foot shorter and was now clinging and petting her hair. Yaga felt like putting a stop to whatever this was growing into. The third years had this rather annoying habit of talking over each other and overpowering whichever conversation they were having, and it wouldn't do to become a habit.

No team of his was going to be this disorganized.

"Yes, sensei?"

Getou. Really, at least he had one kid who had a good head on his shoulders.

"Are you guys done?"

Shoko at least had the decency to put the knife down and look sheepish, Gojo snuggling up to her closer in return. Getou smartly shut his mouth.

"You know for someone so concerned with hygiene," Gojo tugs at the neck of his uniform, trying to fashion it into a hood on Shoko. She slaps his hand away. "You wear my clothes a lot."

Getou coughs in the back of his hand. "Like you don't wear mine."

And then Yaga could only look on in horror as all three of them monopolized the conversation again, idle comments morphing into on a full-on debate about the etiquettes of clothes sharing and the potential hygiene crisis it might cause. Somehow, someway, the conversation morphed into culprit blaming of who was in charge of which chore on which days and really, gojo, that clan kid excuse will only get you so far.

It ends with Gojo all but picking Shoko up from the stool and hoisting her over his shoulder, her protests be damned. Getou just smiles at Yaga patiently, like this was the most normal thing in the world and his students had absolutely no regard for boundaries whatsoever.

"Gojo," Shoko warns in a low voice. "Remember what I said about grabbing me again and not having a hand to jerk yourself off with if you did?"

Gojo only smacks her behind playfully. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, babe."

The door closes with Yaga's jaw permanently drilled into the floor.

"Shoko, do you have another cigarette?"

This is the first thing Getou says as he opens the door, eyeing the one on Shoko's lips. Yaga really, really discouraged his students to take on vices that were detrimental to their health and competency as sorcerers, but God knows trying to tell Shoko to do anything was like arguing with a brick wall. Gojo failed multiple times but kept trying. Getou was smart enough not even to attempt.

But Yaga knows Shoko at least held some semblance of begrudging respect for him, as their principal and the only authority figure in her life who was capable of signing off on her admission papers to her coveted medical school, and so tempers down to at least one stick in his presence.

It's why he keeps her in the morgue half the time, no-smoking rule strictly enforced.

He knows it's more a solitary thing for her to do, the smoking; and so when Shoko does that thing and tries sneaking away to smoke one out, all three of them are already standing up and following her.

Shoko blows out a puff. "Nope. This is my last."

"Give it to me then."

Getou stalks closer, stopping just a hair's breadth away from her. Ringlets of smoke marry with the air, Getou breathing it all in and not once breaking eye contact with her. He nods again at the cig on her lips.

“Can I?”

Yaga observes them closely. Shoko wasn't known to be someone exceptionally affectionate. Of the three of them, she was the only one who probably valued—and encouraged—that line of demarcation the most. He's almost entirely sure a beating is coming for Getou to be so all up in her space without warning. Even Gojo is looking at both of them patiently.

And so it came as a complete shock to Yaga, then, when he sees Shoko slowly get up on her tiptoes and stop just an inch away from Getou's lips. They were so close it looked almost like they were—

"Oi," Gojo snaps his fingers at them, sulking. "None of that."

Shoko just smirks into the cigarette, before pulling it out and placing it directly in Getou's mouth. The same cigarette. Then she winks at Gojo when she lowers herself back down. Gojo immediately intrudes and gestures wildly at the offensive cigarette, protesting the indirect kiss they just shared and none of you would even give me a peck on valentines day. Yaga glances at Getou and notices nothing but amusement—maybe even a little pride—playing in his eyes.

My god, Yaga looks on in horror, He actually enjoyed it.

"And you," Gojo spun on his heel, facing Getou who looked far too satisfied polluting the air. "Enough with the smoking. It's hard enough we have one chain smoker in this relationship, do you have to be the second?"

Yaga very nearly throws himself off the rooftop.

Jesus Christ.

Yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of personal space.

The signs came easier for him now that he can brace himself for it: Gojo constantly needing to have some part of his body surgically attached to one of theirs, Nanami telling him he overheard Shoko in Getou's room early in the morning, Getou's almost constant protectiveness over them both.

But it's not until he visits the dorm, rather, that Yaga gets the most brutal awakening.

For safety purposes, the female and male dormitories were separated into different buildings. There's enough scare of cursed spirits to go around, and the school really didn't need the extra headache of trying to contain hormonal teenagers with growing bodies and temperamental outbursts in one area. It was better this way.

It took two semesters into their first year for the complaints to start.

"But sensei," Gojo says in class one day, when Yaga is busy drawing figures on the blackboard for their upcoming lecture on oni and Gojo is impatient. "Isn't it more dangerous for her to stay in that building all alone?"

Shoko twists the soft flesh on his elbow. "Again, she is right here!"

Getou is no help. "I agree with Satoru," he admits, already rummaging through his bag for a pain-relieving patch. "There's like 6 of us in total here, Shoko. It's safer if we all stick together."

"Oh shut up, you two," Shoko snaps, glaring at them both. "You just want me in the bedroom next to you so someone's there to bail you out when you guys break curfew."

Gojo's eye twitches. Getou has a vein in his forehead threatening to pop.

Yaga turns around slowly, so painfully slow, that it seemed almost an eternity passed by the time he levels both of them with a look that communicated barely restrained patience.

"You what."

Shoko leans back further into her chair, smirking. She was looking too pleased for their comfort. Gojo had half the mind to tip her chair back if only he wasn't sure Getou would tip his for even thinking of doing it.

Yaga looks at them coldly. "Someone explain right now."

So that was that. Gojo dropped the idea and Getou stopped insisting on moving her into their dorms, Shoko reasoning that she much prefers a break from all the "testosterone" and "masculinity" she's already being subjected to every single day. Yaga's sure he's seen both of them walk out of the female dormitory building well after midnight more often than not, but let it be because good companionship always bred good teamwork. They were being trained as a three-man cell after all, and far be it for him to get in the way.

Or so Yaga thought.

Yaga rounds the corner into the common area of the male dormitory, mission packets at hand to distribute to Gojo and Getou, when he hears a distinctly female voice coming out of Getou's room.

Laughter. Giggling. And maybe even—

"What the hell is going on here?"

Yaga forces the door open, bracing himself for the worst.

Gojo was lying on his stomach all over Getou's bed, too-long-limbs falling off and taking up more than half the bed. He had his head buried in Shoko’s middle, hands wrapped around her waist. She was busy flipping the pages of a book on Getou’s bedside table, judging by the archaic cover. Getou was on the floor, arranging bags of take-out food.

Getou is the first to spring into action. “Yaga-sensei!”

"It's not curfew yet!" Gojo bristled right away, leaping from the bed and pointing to the clock. "It's only 7PM!"

"I know that, Satoru." Yaga eyes them cautiously. "I mean.” He takes a calming breath. “What is all this stuff? "

"This stuff?" Gojo looks down at the discarded clothing on the floor, looking far too relaxed at the prospect of multiple undergarments haphazardly thrown about and Yaga is so scared to confirm if any one of them belonged to Shoko. "They're clothes."

Getou swears under his breath. "No shit, sherlock."

Yaga counts to three in his head. "I'm only gonna ask this once,” he breathes out. “But what is Shoko doing here?"

"She's helping us choose outfits for our date tomorrow," Getou replies casually.

Yaga deflates. Oh. That he knew. "I see—"

"Have you made the booking, by the way?" Shoko finally says, reaching for Gojo's phone and bringing it up to his face to unlock it. "We need to let them know we’re a party of 3."

"T-three of you?" Yaga stutters.

"Yes, sensei," Gojo looks at him unsurely. "Didn't we tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Yaga shrieks.

Gojo loops his arms around Getou and Shoko, grinning.

"We're finally official now."

#sashisu #satoshoko #sugushoko #satosugu #gojo satoru #getou suguru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #fic

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yuesya · 5 months

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but if the gojo clan was really treated as a bit lesser than the other two, it doesn’t really explain why kenjaku was so wary of six eyes. i think there are some people out there who instinctively understand math and such concepts even if they don’t necessarily have the terms or explanation for it

I don't think they'd necessarily be mutually exclusive? The Gojo Clan being in a weaker position than the other two clans and Kenjaku being wary of Six Eyes + Limitless, that is. Because Six Eyes + Limitless appearing in the same person is already a rare occurrence, and while previous wielders were probably weaker than Gojo Satoru, that doesn't mean they were actually weak. Just that their powers proved harder to control and gain proficiency in, as compared to sorcerers with Blood Manipulation and Ten Shadows. It takes them a longer time to train their abilities.

Personal headcanon that just Limitless by itself is extremely difficult to use. Maybe borderline impossible? That might explain why Okkotsu didn't copy Limitless... Just Six Eyes on its own doesn't exactly give a direct power boost, either. So in the generations where the Gojo Clan does not have a sorcerer possessing both techniques, we might get cases where a sorcerer with just Six Eyes has an awful time fighting a sorcerer with Ten Shadows. They're not weak, but they're a few steps short of that higher level.

Kenjaku being wary of Six Eyes + Limitless is partially due to strength, but I think another large part of the reason is due to it being "connected by fate" to the Star Plasma Vessel. There's no clear explanation of this in canon, though, so maybe take this with a grain of salt haha.

#QA #zenith of stars

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firein-thesky · 1 year

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Prologue: Godlings

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Masterlist | Chapter One: Swallow -> | Read on Ao3

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Summary: And the form leans down, closer, as their voice drops to a murmur, all honey and thorns, the promise of something far greater than you. A storm to come. The future that you will bear upon the slant of your shoulders. And when they speak, you know they’ve cursed you;

“I will teach you how to make a God.”

(Arranged marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, dark content)

Warnings (specifically for this chapter): Blood, slight gore, migraine-like pain, pain, introduction to unhealthy parental relationships, notes of sexism, arranged marriage between children, mention of parental death. **Please mind warnings overall and for each chapter**

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: finally, it begins :,) it's been a long time coming. i'm pretty nervous for this one!! but i hope you enjoy!! let me know what you're thinking/feeling, if you love it, hate it, or otherwise!! lots of this went on the cutting room floor tbh so feel free to ask questions, come chat, etc.!! endless thanks to my lovely @lorelune who beta read this prologue, listened to me ramble for months, and has been an overall dear to me in general <3 without further ado, the prologue!

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Your mother is careful with your hair. She knows how to tend to it.

You are young, still a child, sitting in front of a mirror, in the crux of your mother’s lap. You are still and silent for her, lest she gently scold you.

She hums softly as her hands move deftly.

There is commotion outside your room.

Your mother pauses.

Voices approach the door. She freezes. Her fingers slip away from your hair as she cants her head to the side and listens. You have learned to follow your mother’s cues, like a fawn who goes wide eyed and unmoving beside the doe.

When the door flies open, your mother is quick to stand. Your hair is half done, parts of it slipping and falling around your neck, your shoulders. You stand, too, scramble up and feel her push you behind her legs.

But it’s just your aunt, out of breath, a little harried.

Your mother lets out a sigh of relief, almost annoyance when she realizes who it is. She allows you to peer around her legs.

“What is all the fuss abou–”

“Did you hear?” Your aunt interrupts, crossing into the room in a flurry. “The Gojo’s finally have a Six Eyes user.”

You see your mother’s hand, watch as it tenses in her skirts, before unfurling.

“What? They haven’t had one of those in–”

“Nearly one hundred years.” Your aunt finishes, as she tends to do. “Everyone’s astonished—they think the boy—Satoru, the young one—is going to restore the Gojo clan’s power.”

Your mother hums, her hand falling back down to the top of your head. Her fingers are careful, gently petting. “He’s only six or so, isn’t he?”

He’s two years older than you.

“Yes, so young. But he’s inherited Limitless and Six Eyes. It’s certainly stirred up the other clans.” Your aunt finally begins to fix her appearance after rushing here, smoothing away ruffled lines in her clothes and flyaway hairs. She is usually a pristine woman, if not an uptight one.

“Well, thankfully we’ve always been closer to the Gojo clan than others.” Your mother murmurs and something in her voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You peer up at her curiously.

But it’s your aunt’s eyes that finally land on you.

“Yes,” she says slowly, “but we could always be closer.”

You feel your mother tense, and you know that she is trying to keep a neutral face, “don’t start, please.”

“If she inherits our family’s own technique—if she has Foresight, or Hindsight—both, perhaps—“ Your aunt steps towards you and your mother. You cling tighter to your mother’s leg, but she does not move.

“Which we have not seen in nearly one hundred years ourselves—“ Your mother interrupts sharply.

“She’s shown signs.” Your aunt presses, “she’s just about his age.”

“She’s four.” Your mother bites out, reflexively ushering you back again. “I won’t entertain this.”

“What?” You ask.

Your voice, young and small, makes both of them pause.

“Nothing, darling.” Your mother says, lowering to be at your level, “nothing for you to worry about. Why don’t you pick out clips for me to put into your hair? I’m going to speak with your aunt for just a moment.”

Her hands are gentle, as they guide you back to the vanity. She opens a drawer for you, where countless gleaming clips and pins and hair sticks twinkle with soft noise as they’re jostled. You look up at her, knowing she is trying to distract you.

“But—“

“I’ll be back in a moment.” She hushes and then she is grabbing your aunt, and leaving the room.

The door shuts with a quiet click. You stare at it for a long time.

You finally pick through the hair clips, gently, as if not to disturb them. They are all jeweled and beautiful, all different colors; rubies and peaches and opalescent pearls.

But it’s a sapphire clip you pluck out.

And it’s infinitely blue, like an endless, summer sky.

***

Your cursed technique bursts to life inside of you at the age of seven. First Hindsight; the vision of your left eye spirals and you clutch desperately at it as pressure bubbles behind the socket.

For a horrifying moment, you think your eye will burst clear from your head.

You scream out; piercing, terrified. A child’s scream.

Pain surmounts inside of your eye swift and hot, a pulsing that arcs through you, that shudders through your skull. It radiates down to your jaw, your throat, zinging down the left side of your body. You push at your eye, like maybe you could keep it together, keep it in its place.

You barely hear the voices around you.

“Don’t touch her!”

“It’s her technique—“

Your screams taper into pained sobs, which rise in pitch when the darkness of your vision begins to twist and bend.

Your mother is held back. They won’t let her touch you or hold you or comfort you, for fear of ruining your vision of the past.

She screams with you, cries with you, clawing at her husband. At her sister. At everyone who tries to keep her from you.

Colors wash in and out, a heat burns at your eye, before a vision snaps into focus;

The tree you’d touched growing backwards, into a sapling, into a seed, into the ground that was once bare. A curse that roams the land. A bird that flies past, the seed returning to its mouth, to the sky.

You scream so loudly, so terribly, that you shred through your vocal chords.

You won’t be able to speak for a week after this.

And then, as if it’d never happened, your vision clears. The pressure recedes like the tide that finally pulls away from a battered shore. Your wailing tapers off to hoarse cries, fingers still clutching at your left eye.

And then arms are around you, cradling you, crying with you.

You bury your face into your mother’s neck and sob, heavy and heaving, like you know what this means. You cry like you’re already mourning the life ahead of you, like you knew this was the point of no return.

Maybe you did.

Your mother does.

She cries for you, for the role you will play, for the girl you will become. For what Time will demand of you.

She rocks you in her arms, cradling your aching head to her chest, your trembling body to her own.

Your left eye bleeds in rivulets down your cheek, smearing into the crème robes of your mother. It burns and burns and burns. Red blossoms like rose petals on the fabric of her clothes. It stains deep.

And when you lift your heavy head from her shoulder, your left eye is forever changed. Your clan gasps in soft awe.

Striking silver cuts through the original color of your eye, like a bolt of lightning, like the flash of a knife.

***

If receiving Hindsight was painful, then Foresight is agony.

Not long after, your right eye feels as if it’s been slashed open, caught on the claws of Time. It hurts so badly that you can hardly make a noise, a mangled gasp, before you drop like a stone, before the vision of your right eye tunnels sharply.

A stake has been driven through your eye, you are certain of it. It feels as if it’s gone clear through the right side of your skull. This time, your mother is the only one with you. You don’t know it, but she brings your head into her lap. It’s bleeding from where you fell. Her hand cups the wound, letting it spill slick over her palms and fingers. Your hair grows wet with it.

You are the first sorcerer in one hundred years to receive both Foresight and Hindsight. Your visions will be unparalleled. A complete picture of the past, present, and future.

Limitless in your knowledge.

A conduit of Fate, of Time.

At once, you see the shimmery lines of cursed energy and you know it is your mother’s form. She manifests in your vision.

You see it all.

Her life, the mistakes, the hardships, the joy. You watch your form grow up with your mother’s.

You see her death. The bloody tilt of her head.

Anguish rips through you.

You inhale like you’re resurfacing, only to let out a horrified scream.

Your mother tries to cradle you, to hold you and soothe you. Your scream alerts your father. Your aunt. Your clan.

The whole world, maybe.

You tear at your right eye so harshly, so viciously, so desperately that you give yourself three scars ripping down the plain of your face. But when you are finally able to open it again, streaked with blood, gold has blossomed in the center of your iris.

Your father falls to his knees in shock, in thanks. How lucky he is, to have such a blessed child, to have such a gift—

Your mother lurches you away from all of them, cradles you to her chest like you are an infant.

And she apologizes to you, over and over and over again.

***

Your mother fought hard for you. You know it. She cursed and spat and yelled at your father and her sister and brother and their father. Your house was not quiet for weeks on end.

But in the end, your mother lost, as mother’s often do with daughters.

As daughter’s often do.

You are to meet with the Gojo clan, to meet the boy who you will eventually marry. There will be some sort of ceremony to seal the promise of your marriage, a binding vow carved between you and a boy you’ve never met, who apparently has shaken all the heavens and earth with his existence.

You imagine someone imposing, the monster in your dreams with glowing eyes.

You imagine someone cold and powerful and everlasting.

You don’t imagine just a boy, a little older than you, with star blue eyes and a shock of white hair that is neatly combed down. His face is otherwise blank. He looks too perfect, standing beside his mother, who is tall and inhumanly beautiful. Her eyes are startling as well–a blue so fierce and deep that you don’t dare look long or hard into her face. She reminds you of the monster in your dreams, something sharp and so cold it burns.

You cling harder to your mother’s hand, warm and soft and comforting in yours.

You are swathed in white, revealed to the Gojo’s like a little jewel to be unearthed.

You are not wearing your long gloves today. Your father forbade it.

You don’t yet have control of your technique so anything–anyone–you touch immediately sends you spiraling into the past, then sharply into the future. A whole picture. The history and the fate of anything you can touch.

You have already seen your mother’s future. You mourn her in the moment, when you still have her, because to you, in ways, she is already dead.

You cling desperately to her, your only landline.

She never asked what you saw of her. You never told her.

But until you gain control of your technique, you wear gloves, lest you touch your father, your aunt, all the people you love and see their life flash before your childish eyes. Your clan has agreed for now that this is acceptable; the weight of time will crush a child. It will drive you mad. And they need you to have your wits; for them, for their protection.

However, today, your father pulled the gloves from your small hands carefully–made sure he hadn’t truly touched you– and then asked you to take Satoru Gojo’s hands and return to tell him everything you had seen in his future.

Unknown to you, Satoru’s mother has instructed him to keep Limitless up at all times near you.

His mother and your father would get along, you think, with all their demands of their children. Adults with agendas, using their children as tools, using their gifts as leverage, their existence as bargaining chips.

Satoru’s mother looks at you like you’re a curse; a squirming, grotesque creature here to get your warped hands on her son.

But your mother eyes Satoru carefully, too, the boy that will become the man that you will be forever tethered to. She had not wished for you to have the same life she did. She hopes Satoru will be a better man than your father. She hopes he will be good and kind, at least to you, at least to his wife. She prays silently, begs a higher power, begs the boy in front of her with her eyes for him to be good.

You are hardly introduced to each other before his father says, “Satoru, why don’t you show her the gardens?”

And in some part of your young mind, you know they want to talk as adults. Without you. About you.

Unearthly blue eyes slash to you. You feel your little heart rabbit in your chest. You squeeze tighter to your mother’s hand.

Satoru seems unsure for a moment, lifts his hand like he might extend it to you. The room holds their breath. But then he lets it fall limply to his side.

His mother bends down beside him a moment, “remember what I told you.”

Her voice is not kind. It is hushed, but not enough to keep it a secret from the whole room. Pointedly, she eyes you (they have the same eyes, they have the same mouth and the same starlight hair). You shrink away from her gaze. Your mother tenses.

Satoru nods simply.

And then he tells you, voice smaller than you had thought it would be, “the gardens are this way.” He turns on his heel, away from his mother, turning his back on the clans, on the whole group.

The image clings to you. A boy alone, with his back turned.

You don’t know why, but you follow–without your mother’s prompting for once, without her encouragement or approval. You hurry a little, picking up your skirts to catch up to his side.

So you can walk beside him, with your backs turned, with their eyes on you both.

He is quiet while you walk through winding halls. You are quiet, too. What are you supposed to say to a boy who will be your husband? You want to yell maybe, or cry. You want to tell him no–you want to run away.

The gardens yawn open before your eyes, greeting you with lush colors and gentle sound; water that runs, birds that chirp, the rustle of wind slipping through the leaves. Arching, bright colored trees and budding ruby flowers. Blue leaves and speckled butterflies that flit to and fro.

He sits on a pair of stone steps, beneath the patterned shade of a tree. You sit beside him, careful, uncertain.

Out of earshot, away from the world, in a garden that only you two belong to for a moment, he finally says, “my mother told me to not let you touch me.”

Perhaps naively, you say, “my father told me to touch you.”

“Why?”

“It’s how my technique works. If I touch anything, I will see its past, present, and future.” You explain mechanically, the way adults have explained it to you, opening up your little palms to gaze at them. “I usually wear gloves, so I don’t touch anyone. I don’t want to see their future.”

“Can’t you control it?” He asks, tilting his head. You can’t tell if he’s making fun of you.

“No.” And then, because you feel self-conscious or a little insulted, you tack on, “not yet.”

He turns his head towards you and if he is scrutinizing you, you can’t tell. His mouth twists a little, though, a flickering of a smile you think might light up the room if he lets it overtake his face.

He’s not very imposing at all, you realize.

“You can’t touch anyone?” He asks.

“Not without gloves–except for my mother.”

He must understand the implication. He is quiet for a moment. A bird darts from a tree. A gust of wind brushes past the two of you.

And then he holds up his hand to you.

Instinctively, you wince away from him. “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to touch you.”

“No, I–” he starts, and then, “you can try. My technique won’t let you touch me. Put your hand up to mine.”

When you look at him in horror, he can’t help but laugh a little, the sound burrowing deep inside of you. It frees you both, maybe. “I promise,” he says softly, and all the world is in his voice, in that tiny, little promise, “you won’t touch me. You won’t see anything–not if you never want to.”

Tentatively, terrified, you hold your hand up to his.

You brace for pain. You squeeze your eyes shut in fear, like you might block out the past, the future. You will never be able to.

But he says, “look,” and so you do. You crack a silver-laced eye open. And then gold blossomed.

And your hands, despite seeming to nearly touch, never actually make contact. A barrier rests between you. You can feel it, the energy of it, pressed into your palm. So close and yet–

“There’s infinity between us.” He explains and his fingers fold carefully between yours. Still, no visions come. Still, you don’t touch him. It feels like you might be, though.

“Can you touch anyone?” You ask in awe.

He laughs again, more carefree. “Yes, I can, if I want to.”

You flex your fingers, push against the barrier a little to test it. You never touch him. Will you ever touch him, you wonder? Will he remain untouchable forever to you?

You let your hand slip away from his.

Bluntly, a little surprisingly, he says, “it’s weird to think we’ll be married one day.”

“Yeah,” you agree, feeling something tighten and then sharply unravel inside of your chest. A sucked in breath, held, and then let go. A heart’s nervous hope, maybe. “My mom is upset about it.”

“So is mine, I think.” He responds, sighing lightly. And then, “are you?”

You grow shy, even if you can’t see his eyes on you. You know it’s hurtful to say yes, you know it wouldn’t be polite. You would get scolded.

But he says, “you don’t have to lie to me.”

He must see it, sense it in you.

“Yes–I don’t know you. I don’t like boys. And it makes my mother cry. I hate, hate seeing her upset.” You look away from him sharply, feeling the heat in your face, the childish rush of frustration, of tears, bellow up from inside of you.

You cried the whole morning in your mother’s arms. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to meet him. You didn’t want to touch him.

You can feel him peering at you and the tremble of your little heart is greater than you can name at this age, you feel greater than your age already. Forever old. Forever young. Somewhere caught in Time’s tricky fingers.

“Are you?” You manage to get out, “upset?”

He nods. “I think it’s dumb,” he says, “and such an old idea. My father says the clans have always been stuck in the past.”

He sounds like he’s repeating the words of an adult. He sounds old, in a too-young body, too.

“Maybe we can stop it, when we’re grown-up, too.” You offer.

Satoru makes a face, nose wrinkling up, lips twisting downward. “A binding vow is going to be made between us today–it’s really bad to break those. Even when we’re grown-ups, it would be bad.” He looks out at the garden now, away from you, “my mother specifically didn’t want this, because once it’s made, we’ll always have it.”

“Always?”

Satoru nods, “until the vow is complete, at least.”

“Until we’re married,” you say. And then, “we could get divorced, maybe.”

Satoru’s face goes perfectly blank, the only indication of his distaste is a small, downward tilt of his lips. “Maybe.”

Silence stretches itself between you two, long and slow, the garden filling it, bubbling and rustling with everything that could be said, that won’t be said.

“We could make it our own,” Satoru says suddenly and his eyes brighten, flash in the sun like a bluejay’s wing.

You look at him and you’re young, maybe too young to understand any of this at all, but you nod readily.

“How do we make it our own?” You ask.

Eagerly, he says, “Repeat after me.”

And childishly, you instantly respond with, “repeat after me.”

A smile breaks out over his face, beautiful and raw, “hey!” he tries to admonish.

“Hey!” you say back.

And he laughs, full and bursting, so sweet that it tumbles uninhibited from his mouth. And just as he told you, you repeat the sound with your own bubble of giggles.

(You look back at this memory and ache, a twist in your chest that might be your heart all knotted up. Or might just be the bitterness, after all.)

He takes a deep breath to steady himself.

“I will always have you.” He decides to say and you’ll wonder about it forever. What possessed such a young boy to say such a thing? Was he already so lonely? So desperate?

Is the start of your curse? Did he curse you? Or did you curse him? maybe it is your fault when you repeat slowly;

“I will always have you.”

“You will always have me.” He presses.

You inhale a little sharp and quick, but repeat it, as easy as breathing, as natural as the sun in the sky or the rocks on the ground;

(Later, when the binding vow is made between the two of you, Satoru derails from the clan’s perfectly laid script to form his own.

And he says it again.

And you repeat it again.

And his mother hisses at him and your mother gasps, your father curses colorfully.

But you finish the vow and it’s just the pair of you, you think, in a new world. It’s just the pair of you, you think, who could ever understand this.

It’s just your small voice, repeating his, sinking a vow into the ocean between you to never be found again by anyone else’s hands or eyes or thoughts.

It’s just your small voice and his and the creation of a new religion,)

“You will always have me.”

***

As children, you and Satoru are allowed to see each other every few weeks, which dwindles to every few days, before suddenly you see him nearly all the time.

At first, things were rocky. Despite the initial vow, Satoru is strange and tormenting. He pulls at your clothes and you scream at him. He takes your toys and you want to bite him. He makes you cry and cry and cry.

He keeps up his infinity for you, so that you can get close but never touching.

And he’s yours. All yours. And no matter how angry you get or how upset he gets, you always end up back together. You always know, you will always come back together.

Your mother looks after him. Your father despises him, each day presses and asks you to look into his future, each day your mother begs him to stop.

Satoru’s mother despises you, but she still looks after you, like a hawk, a little too closely when you’re around her son. You think you hardly see his father.

But you grow up running through gardens and past curses, following after Satoru, coming up against his side. Being chased by him, too, until you're laughing and out of breath. All yours. All his.

Godlings, you run together, and the world grows, and so do you.

***

By twelve, you have mastered your technique enough to lose your gloves. To touch and not be ripped into the past, into the future. You control when you want to peer into both, and learn that you don’t have to be sucked into the riptide of time, but rather wade into it as an observer.

Your training is specific to your clan, woven in its own history.

There is an amulet passed down in your family, one that has gone unworn for nearly one hundred years before you.

But now it dangles in front of you, shimmering silver, cut through with arcs of gold. The sun and the moon. Past and present. Your eyes reflected back to you in a stone.

“This,” your father begins, “holds all you need to know. No one else can peer into it, except those with Hindsight. With it, the previous users will teach about time. They will teach you what it means to be a keeper of time, how to use it to benefit you, to not let it drive you mad. Once you touch the amulet, it will show you its memories, the memories of previous users’ who always wore it.”

You eye the amulet. You have a question on the tip of your tongue but you know instantly your father won’t understand. He won’t be able to answer it.

Regardless, your father says, sharper, to make sure you’re listening, “and now you’ll always wear it. Do you understand? Everything you learn about time, about these techniques, will be passed on to the next, too.”

You nod, even if you don’t want to agree.

Your father smiles proudly, “good. Turn around.”

You turn around. He wraps the necklace around you, allowing the amulet to lay flat against the hollow of your throat, feeling it hum along your skin.

“Peer into its past.” He instructs.

You lift your hand up to grasp hold of it. The past is just a blink away but the future…

It sings to you.

You glance at your father, just a flick of your eyes that he regards with impatience. “Do I need to tell you again?”

“No, father.” You reply, but you’ve made up your mind.

Your vision spins sharply, pressure mounting in the corner of your eyes. Nausea rolls in a sickly circle inside of you. Time takes hold of your throat, wrestles you still, steals the noise of pain you were about to let out so it comes out as a mangled squawk.

Someone appears before you; before the amulet. They hold it up to them. It’s as if they’re holding you up, like your eyes are in the amulet.

“Finally,” they say, “I’ve found you.”

You are peering into the future at someone who is peering into the past at you. You feel their eyes. They must feel yours.

A shudder runs through you.

“Who are you?”

A ghost of a smile from a foggy face. It’s disorientating, trying to sharpen your vision. Dream-like, when you can’t quite grasp what you’re seeing, when you can’t run or speak or scream properly.

“You don’t recognize me?”

Their voice echoes in all the distant parts of your mind, buzzes strangely, what you think divinity might sound like if it had a voice.

“I can’t–I can’t see you clearly yet.” You respond slowly, pushing the words out like molasses to drip down your jaw, sticky in your mouth.

“Hm,” they hum, “still learning, I suppose. I remember.”

“T-teach me,” you get out. “You’re supposed to teach me.”

Another smile, you can feel it, this one wider, fuller. Teeth flash. Eyes spark like lightning. A shiver rips through you.

“I will teach you,” they say slowly, “I will certainly teach you. Not what you’re expecting to learn, not what you will ever be prepared to have, but I will do so anyways.”

You begin to tremble. “Why? W-what will you teach me?”

I don’t want to learn, you think suddenly and so unbridled it terrifies you, I don’t want to know, you feel it deep in your bones. You’re certain your life would be simpler if you never know. You feel an axis shift in this conversation, you can feel time changing, you can feel your whole world transforming before your very eyes.

The change of your heart is as great as the change of seasons.

And the form leans down, closer, as their voice drops to a murmur, all honey and thorns, the promise of something far greater than you. A storm to come. The future that you will bear upon the slant of your shoulders. And when they speak, you know they’ve cursed you;

“I will teach you how to make a God.”

***

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jgnico · 7 months

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I liked your reply to the Gojo ask and I'm not the same anon but I think I kind of see where those people are coming from if I may squeeze myself into the conversation. I think there's two ways people can interpret what going north means - same as detaching from your past self -, you can either use it to refer to the fate of jujutsu sorcerers as a whole or you can take it as a personal matter in regards to a specific characters fate. You focused on the former with your reply which I think makes sense, obviously, and in that sense both Gojo and Nanami choose the north path because they cared to foster the younger generations and try to guide them towards a different future. But I think the way people who believe Gojo might come back look at the situation is more in the sense of Gojo's persona and his own individual journey being focused on his strength and him not being able to move on from his youth. Like the quote "are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?", I think that maybe those theories are meant to signify him stepping aside as the strongest and becoming just Satoru. Not the Six Eyes holder, not the strongest sorcerer, not a special grade but someone who steps aside from that. That's why some people believe he will lose his powers, hence not being part of the generation that will bring change to the jujutsu world. I came here a bit as the devil's advocate, I'm not saying this necessarily makes sense or that you're wrong, just sharing a few ideas I've seen around. There's also the theory that JJK is the type of story that mirrors itself (I don't remember the name) so the same way Gojo died and had his "rebirth" during Hidden Inventory, people believe he might go through another rebirth moment. There are moments paralleling each other in the manga so that doesn't seem too out of reach but I have no idea. I personally believe Gojo coming back could make sense if executed in a very specific way but my wish is honestly for him to stay in the grave since I think his story had a satisfying conclusion for the type of plot JJK has but I'm a bit of an idot I have no idea what I'm saying haha I hope you don't mind this ask. Have a good day!

Oooh, thank you for the ask and different perspective, Anon.

To the point of going North being interpreted to mean Gojo starting anew as simply Satoru, not the strongest, I'd ask, "Isn't he doing exactly that in the afterlife?"

I touched on it in passing in a previous meta answer, but Gojo had a positive outlook on his own death because it would mean him finally putting down the burden of the strongest and getting to return to a time in his life and the people within it that knew him as a person, rather than an ideal. Going back to a world where that isn't the case would undermine that for him. Even if we expand further and raise the idea that he returns without his techniques -- including, ya know, his eyes -- he'd still be going back as someone that held that position before, someone that acted as the head of his clan, someone that the others look to for guidance and knowledge in concerns to Jujutsu.

Gojo's technique alone didn't make him the strongest. He didn't reach that status off of the abilities he was born with by themselves, but by his innovation and implementation of them when it was required of him. His mindset and personality made him the strongest just as much as his techniques did; something that's further reinforced by Geto stagnating when he shouldn't have because his core way of thinking when it came to his technique never changed. Losing the Six Eyes + Limitless doesn't take that or the burden of strength away from Gojo. Jujutsu society quite literally hasn't changed enough for that to be a possibility.

Or, to answer the Geto question: He's the strongest because he's Gojo Satoru, not the other way around.

Additionally, his strength wasn't the root of his unhappiness. Gojo enjoyed being strong as an adult as much as he did when he was a teenager. And we know this because every time he's ever been pushed to a point where he gets to show that strength --Hidden Inventory, Shibuya, the Sukuna Fight, he enjoys it.

The problem that Gojo had with being strong wasn't that he was, but rather that it made him lonely. That for all that it gave him, it demanded so much more in return. Taking his technique away and putting him back into a world where he still isn't understood as a person like he is with his friends in the afterlife doesn't fix that issue.

But couldn't people learn to understand him? I genuinely don't think so, and neither did Gojo.

Too many people over too long of a time never saw him as a person or even cared to. And eventually, Gojo gave up on them ever doing so to make that easier for him to accept. Spending your entire life as a thing, as an ideal, to other people is a tragic reality. One that led Gojo to separate himself from those around them, not as one person being wilfully alienated from a group of people by the majority, but as a being so different from others that it made no sense to ask to be understood.

Is this a healthy mentality to have? Well, no, but that doesn't mean he wasn't pushed there regardless.

Taking him from a place where he's finally free from that, where he's back with the people that see him as a person, and putting him back into a world where only the opposite is true in the hopes that the world will change to accept him when it never has before, isn't the solution.

Believe me, I understand wanting him to be alive, but I don't think that that would do anything positive for his character when it would only make him just as miserable as he was before.

#also anon! dont call yourself an idiot in my askbox! we dont do that here #youre chiming in on the convo and sharing different opinions #thats not stupid and its not unappreciated #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk meta #gojo satoru #answers #anon #nicos meta #meta answers

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marblesphere · 8 months

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Jujutsu Omegaverse AU! Alpha Gojo Satoru x Alpha OC/Reader

Inspiration from discord friend

!!Warning!! It's actually a wholesome and fluffy Omegaverse, there are some suggestive themes though. But it's SFW, I think. 😂

Name is changeable

Another peaceful day in a certain household. Mutsuki clan is a small clan of jujutsu sorcerer. The current head of Mutsuki clan has two daughters, Mutsuki Fumiko, the oldest daughter, 17 years old and Mutsuki Fuuka, the youngest daughter, 16 years old.

They are at the age where they should be enrolled in jujutsu high but didn’t because their capabilities didn’t even exceed the required standard of jujutsu high, meaning they didn’t have the innate or inherited technique. But even this small clan somehow got an arranged marriage with one of the three big clans, the Gojo clan, courtesy of the jujutsu elders.

Now, you must be thinking, why would jujutsu elders push a small clan like us to have a marriage with the strongest clan now? That is because there are a few reasons;

First, a small weak clan like us is perfect for them to use as puppets and to be discarded if something goes wrong. They were planning to exert some kind of control over the uncontrollable and unhinged from what I heard to heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru.

Now it raises a question, why would Gojo clan want an arranged marriage with a small clan like us? The answer to this question is intertwined with the second reason of elders.

Mutuski clan was known for their inherited ability to ‘see’ a black line of death or Mystic Eyes as we called it. Any matter that was cut according to the line would be destroyed beyond recovery or instant death for living objects. Mutsuki clan was big enough to rival the three big clans in its heyday. Marriage proposals and alliances came from everywhere. That black line of death can even cut infinity or any intangible matter if it is honed, thus, you can see how Gojo clan considers this kind of arranged marriage in the first place.

While the elders are hoping for a new generation that will inherit these two inherited techniques, Six Eyes and Mystic Eyes and for the said new generation to be their puppet through the mother side, which means a weak clan like us. The Gojo clan which I heard was the most normal and sanest clan out there with few exceptions like Inumaki clan. The Gojo clan is very overprotective of their own kin, including their heir. I heard he was spoiled rotten by the way.

The Gojo clan actually doesn’t care about who will become the spouse of their heir, but still accepts the arrangement to, first, humiliate the elders. It’s a well-known fact that Gojo heir is very unruly and uncouth. I have heard of his every omiai escapades. Every single one of his omiai partners always went home crying. And even if by chance Gojo heir accepts the marriage and bores a new generation that inherits the two abilities, they will definitely do everything in their power to prevent the newborn from being dragged into the political battle. This means, that they accept this arranged marriage just to spite the elders.

Now, who is the lucky girl from Mutsuki household who gets the honour of being the Gojo heir omiai partner? It’s of course the eldest born of the Mutsuki clan, because of the compatibility of their secondary gender and she is also the same age as Gojo heir. The heir of Gojo clan is as everyone has expected, he is an Alpha, and the oldest daughter of Mutsuki family is an Omega. Alpha and Omega, are a perfect match. It’s already a tradition in jujutsu circle that the best pair is one Alpha and Omega, so those old fossils of such believers kicked me out of the equation who is not an Omega, which is honestly the best decision they ever made for me.

Let's delve a little more into secondary genders. I will give a quick rundown of it. Basically, secondary genders are divided into three; Alpha(leader type), Beta(vice leader type) and Omega (peacemaker type)

To put it bluntly, Alpha is the type of person who hates to lose, likes to put people in their places, likes challenges and is annoying. Beta is the most boring type of people, they are those who actually don’t want to follow the order or rule but force themselves to suffer by following through it. Omega is the type of people that very sensitive, sometimes to the point of being annoying because they always feel that people are talking bad about them. Reminder, that is the stereotype though. People's individualities are unique to one another. They can’t be categorized into one type. It’s just some secondary traits really manifest heavily in some people, thus creating stereotypes.

If these secondary genders are to be put into a company infrastructure, Alpha is the boss of the company, Beta is the employee, and Omega is the secretary. And yeah, we have to suffer from heat or rut depending on our secondary gender. Beta gets the most privilege in this matter, they don’t suffer through natural heat or rut cycle. Congrats to all the people who were born Beta. They have freedom. ~”~

“So, is there no way of ditching this family gathering of yours?” Yae asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Sadly no.” I shook my head. “If there was, I would have done it.” I sighed. It was just my luck that I was born in a jujutsu sorcerer clan. It’s not like I hate the existence of jujutsu sorcerers. it’s just the elders who sat on top that feel like they own the world is very annoying. But what can I say, I am just a daughter of a small weak clan that can be squashed like a bug if they are inclined to do so. Well, truth to be told, no one has ever inherited our clan inherited technique, the Mystic Eyes for at least 500 years now. That’s one primary reason that our clan declined like this.

Do I care? Actually no. it’s fine being a small weak clan. They won’t put any annoying expectations on us as they did to the Gojo heir. It makes me wonder what it feels like to be on the top. Does it feel lonely? But I heard he has friends who are also special grades. He might not be alone after all.

“Then, I am going back home now. Remember you are going to accompany me to stress eating tomorrow.” I told her.

“Will do, as long as you pay the bill.” I heard Yae said back. The one and only fortunate thing born in a small clan is the family is quite wealthy. Well, not as wealthy as the big clans, but wealthy enough that you can laze comfortably for the rest of your life as long as you don’t spend too much luxury.

“I am back.”

“Fuuka, we are waiting for you,” Father said solemnly. Father and Mother have been sitting down, waiting for me.

“…Where is Fumi-nee?” I raised my brow. My sister is a very rowdy person. We didn’t go to the same school. She went to all Omega school while I went to a co-ed school. The reason is, my sister’s omega pheromone is quite potent. It caused quite a problem when she started middle school. She accidentally went into heat. It was her first heat and a lot of boys almost went into an instant rut and assaulted her. So, she had to be transferred.

Actually, this is also another reason that elders choose my sister. Maybe her smell can make that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir fall to his knees, which to be honest, it’s a very haphazardly slapped-together plan.

Father sighed when I asked where my sister was. “Your sister…. She is…” Mother opened her mouth.

“That damn girl refused to come home.” Father hissed.

“Ah? Why?” I blinked at the unexpected answer. Actually, I thought Fumi-nee would be happy to have a chance like those soap operas. You know, the one that started with Omiai and ended up with true love, that kind of thing.

“She heard a rumour about how unhinged the heir of Gojo was and she refused to be betrothed to such a savage.” Father looked like he just swallowed a lie. I think we might get along after all.

I know my sister is a very romantic person. She is a person who believes in true love. You know the love of a prince and a princess in a fairy tale. I don’t know if it’s her Omega trait or she was born like that… nah, must be because she was born like that. It was very insulting to say all Omega is the same as my sister. Because half of my sister’s brain is filled with water and the other half is filled with flowers.

I can’t say I truly hate her, but I do find her a tad bit annoying. For example, she likes a pink bag and wants one, but she doesn’t want me to get the same pink bag which is not even in the same shade. I have to get another completely different colour. Fortunately, I don’t mind whichever colour, so I usually buy another colour, but I like wisteria purple and sky blue more. The problem is, after she saw how I matched with my bag, she would go into a rampage and demand my bag. If I refused, she would go into one of her tantrums.

No worries, I know how to handle her. Everything you buy something with her, buy two colours. One colour is your favourite and one colour is whatever colour. First, you show the whatever colour you bought and she will demand that, after a small push and pull, relent it for her and then you are free to use your favourite colour. This trick works for almost all the things I bought. She is the type that thinks the neighbour's grass is greener. As long as you know that habit of hers, it’s easy to handle her.

“So, what do we do? Cancel the appointment? The omiai is tonight, right?” I sat down.

“That’s right. But we can’t just cancel the Omiai like this. The elders won’t be happy.” Father’s face is grim. I almost sighed out loud at the word elders. Those old fossils are truly troublesome whether they are present or not.

“So, you will pose as your sister to attend the omiai.”

“What?!” I did a double take, looking at my father with a ridiculous expression. I almost blurt out you have gone mad.

“It’s fortunate the Gojo heir didn’t know what you and your sister look like.” Mother said.

“But he could have done a background check. How hard do you think for a big clan to do a simple background check.” I rolled my eyes. This method simply won’t work. Too much uncertainty.

“I don’t think Gojo heir would spend his precious time to do a background check on us,” Father said.

“But you know well that our clan is quite different. The reason that Gojo clan even considers this marriage is because our clan inherited technique. If the offspring inherited our clan technique or both for that matter, do you think they will simply let the newborn be the puppet of those old fossils?” I snorted. “The Gojo clan will definitely spit into their faces.” Actually, I do look forward to the spitting, so I can laugh at them too.

“We can’t refuse those old fossils, ahem, I mean those elders’ command. But we can hope for Gojo heir to refuse the engagement.” Father said.

“…What if he doesn’t? What if he finds out who am I and still wants to go through with this engagement?”

“…This…”

“If I got engaged to him, Fumi-nee will become the heir of the clan? You know what will happen when it does. Besides, she doesn’t have any shred of interest in jujutsu. She doesn’t even know that jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits are divided into ranks and those are basic.”

“…” Father is getting a headache. It was already known in the jujutsu circle that I, as the second child would inherit the heir position because my sister didn’t have any interest in this kind of matter. She was like a girl who was born in the wrong place and wrong time. If she was born in our can hay day, she would be the princess of Mutsuki clan. But she was born after the decline of the clan, which means she is now a tool for elders.

Try as we might like, we are no match for those old fossils. One word from them and we will say goodbye to the living world. Well, we might put up quite a fight if we were forced to do so. But I’d rather not. Actually, Father is hoping that Fumi-nee will cause chaos in the Omiai, making the Gojo heir dislike her thus cancelling the Omiai. With this, we actually didn’t go against those elders. The Gojo heir also would not bother with small fry like us just like he wouldn’t to every other one of his past omiai partners.

I have to give Fumi-nee a kudos that she managed to destroy the carefully thought plan like this in a matter of seconds.

“Father, you have also given me Nenekirimaru, the heirloom cursed tool of our family. I am not going to give it back.” I pouted.

“You just need to pose as your sister to attend the Omiai,” Father said.

“So you mean, I pose as her and somehow make Gojo heir disinterested enough with me so he can cancel the engagement himself without letting him know I am not Fumi-nee?”

“…yeah…” Father nodded.

“…You know that this is a very tall order.” I sighed, already knowing how tired I would be. “…I will try my best. I don’t know how it will turn out though.”

“Please do…” So, I spent my time in Fumi-nee’s bedroom, trying to get her scent into my body. ‘I will definitely whack her head later.’ I grumbled mentally. I then dressed in her clothes and then a furisode so I would smell like her. I also eat a suppressant. Fortunately, the suppressant makes sure you won’t be able to smell or leak smell. Which is perfect.

Now, I am on my way to the omiai, which hopefully the Gojo heir will cancel for our best interests. ~”~

I have been waiting for almost half an hour before the heir of Gojo actually showed up in his school uniform and then he sat as if he owned the restaurant and then ordered every single thing on the menu. “Do you want some too?” He offered the menu to me.

“Thank you, but I have eaten dinner before coming here,” I said softly, playing my part as soft Omega. The thing is, don’t do any different thing from every Omiai partner he had met and he would lose interest because I am no different.

“Oh, well, you made your choice.” He shrugged and spread his legs, waiting for the meal to come. The two of us are sitting in silence, which I don’t mind at all. I just sit there quietly like an obedient little soft Omega that was expected.

The thing I didn’t know, however, was that dead expression of mine and my straight sitting posture were already different from the other omiai partners. His omiai partners all have this love-struck expression, some even try to get into heat to lure him. Now, his omiai partner just sitting there quietly, not making any noise let alone movement. Her eyes are closed as if she was meditating.

‘So…how long should I play like this?’ I sighed. ‘I thought they said he was unhinged and unruly and savage. Well, he was unruly, but I haven’t seen the savage and unhinged side.’ But his cursed energy is no joke. It is enormous, he has the look, the fame, the strength, no wonder everyone wants a piece of him. But he smells trouble to me, with that kind of look, it will cause disaster everywhere he walks.

“So, you are my Omiai partner now?” The Gojo heir finally opened his mouth.

“Yes…” I also opened my eyes and said softly. ‘Hurry up and end it.’

“Do you want to be the Mrs. Gojo that much?”

“…” I looked him dead in the eyes, almost blurting out you think I was that desperate?

“I can’t refuse the elders' arrangement.”

“Tsk. Those old cots.” He clicked his tongue. Yeah, those old cots, are the source of your headache, no? So is mine.

“I am not interested in omiai, you see. I was forced to come here because you are Mutsuki clan's daughter.” He smirked. “You know why a small clan like yours even got a chance with me?”

“…I don’t know?” I tilted my head to the side, acting cute like Fumi-nee.

“…” Gojo heir looked at me in silence for a moment. “It’s because your clan inherited technique.” He finally said. “Your inherited technique is Mystic Eyes. Eyes that can see the black line of death that can even cut infinity, which is, to be honest, it must be exaggerated. If cutting infinity was that easy, a lot of people would have done it.”

“…” I just listen to him rambling about how mediocre my clan's inherited technique was. ‘Rather than unhinged or savage, he must be a narcissist.’ I concluded. It was fine for him to mock my clan's inherited technique, given I didn’t really care about how precious it was. Our clan inherited technique is just a trouble. Especially because it was coveted throughout history. My eyesight is blurring as a faint line comes out.

“So, you coming here is just wasting time. I won’t be seeing you for the second time, Fumio, Fumia or whatever your name is. And more importantly, you smell bad.” He scrunched his nose in disgust and put a finger under his nose to block it.

“…Well then, please enjoy the meal.” I got up from my seat and walked away in huff. Yup, I perfectly replicated everything his previous Omiai partner did.

But instead of going straight home, there is a place that I must visit first. It was a pretty secluded area with no one passing by. From the sleeve of my kimono, I procure a straw doll, a nail and a hammer. I was going to use Nenekirimaru, but I couldn’t bring it here so I chose the second best option.

I nail the straw doll on a tree and hit it with a hammer. “Goddman. That narcissist. He could just go to hell by himself. Savage? Unhinged?” I snorted. “They must have mistaken narcissists to be that. That pick me boy. He didn’t even know my scent, as if he smelled any better. He must smell like unwashed socks.” I kept nailing to vent my frustration. First, I had to clean up my idiot sister’s mess, and just now I had to listen to the rambling of a narcissist. Next time I see those old fossils I will definitely beat them half to death.

“Fuuuhh…” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I feel a little better after all of that, using Nenekirimaru would be even more satisfying though. Now, I can finally go home in peace. Unbeknownst to me, someone followed me all the way and saw what I did to the poor doll and tree.

“I am back, Father, Mother.” I massaged my sore shoulders.

“How was it?”

“He said he won’t be seeing me for the second time and that I smell bad.” I was seething and smiling at the same time.

“A…At least, the elders won’t bother us anymore.” Father stuttered. “Seems like your sister's scent is not effective.”

“With this, the elders will give up on us. What a happy celebration.” I said. ~”~

As I have promised with Yae, today we are going to stress-eat. “Fuu, you are more irritated than usual. What happened yesterday?”

“Of course it had to be my idiot sister’s mess I had to clean up.” I rolled my eyes as I chomped on the cake.

“What did she do?”

“She had an omiai but bailed out. So I had to pose as her.”

“Oh, and then?”

“The omiai partner can’t be more oblivious than he was. He’s talking like everyone is an ant and he is the only human.” I grumbled. “Unruly? Well, he was unruly, but savage and unhinged? They must have their eyes checked. That clearly is a narcissistic attitude.”

“Was he that bad?”

“Why yes of course. Even garbage on the street is much better than him. I wonder if there’s any Omega or people in that matter that can fully accept him. If they can, their heart must be as big as the universe.” I finished my rambling.

“But with this, no one will bother you anymore, right?” Yae giggled. Kurogane Yae, my one and only best friend. She is an Omega, with her look that is like Yamato Nadeshiko herself, suitors lined up like there’s no tomorrow. Sadly, my friend here has no interest in them. She won’t spare a glance at a thing she doesn’t like. She clearly knows what she likes and what she doesn’t. So, for other suitors out there that are trying to get her heart, good luck to all of you. I will just watch from the sideline.

“I hope so.” I nodded. “I will murder those old fossils if they dare to arrange another marriage.” I hissed under my breath. ~”~

After the whole omiai thing is over, Fumi-nee comes back from her school dorm. That is where she stayed if she didn’t want to go home after all. The reason Father didn’t drag her back was because; it was a waste of time. If we didn’t manage to get to the omiai on time, the old fossils would be furious and more trouble for us.

Rather than feeling guilty or remorse, she is actually giddy at the whole thing. “Thank god, now I don’t even need to see the face of that savage, unruly and unhinged boy. Thank you, Fuu-chan. You are the best sister ever.” Fumi-nee giggled.

“…” I didn’t say anything and continued eating my dinner.

“You still have the guts to say this! If not for your sister’s hard work, we won’t even be here.” Father slammed his chopstick on the table.

“But I didn’t ask to be in an arranged marriage!” Fumi-nee argued. “Who the hell did this in this modern time anyway? People should be free to love anyone they like.”

“You don’t have to accept him. All you need to do was attend.” Father sighed. Sometimes he wonders if he raised his oldest daughter the wrong way. It’s the hard truth that the oldest daughter was definitely his, his wife won’t cheat. He knew that the best, so all he could wonder was if he raised her the wrong way. But his youngest daughter came out fine with his method of raising.

His youngest daughter is sensible, though before her secondary gender manifested at the age of 5, she was really alike with her sister. Happy and carefree. Maybe… maybe it all began from that one sentence of his oldest daughter.

“Beta? You are a Beta? I don’t want a Beta sister! Why can’t you be an Omega? You are supposed to be an Omega. We are supposed to be Omega Sisters. When we grow up, we will have our own Alpha spouses. If you are a Beta, you won’t be a perfect match for Alpha.”

Honestly, it was a dumb reason. But that dumb reason made her youngest daughter distanced herself from her sister. She began to take an interest in learning jujutsu, even though she didn’t have innate technique or inherited technique. But she is the best choice as the heir.

“Hmph! whatever. It’s all over anyway. We won’t need to see him anymore. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. Listen, Fuu-chan, he was so sweet. Always waiting for me at the front gate with flowers. Kyaaa!!!” Fumi-nee squealed.

“A boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?” Mother blinked.

“Yep. He is just so handsome, nice, gentlemanly and most importantly an Alpha that smells really good.” Fumi-nee said dreamily. “He is just like the prince I have been dreaming of since I was a little. To be honest, I almost went into heat one time because of that.”

“What?! Fumiko!”

“It’s okay. I ate suppressant on time and no, I didn’t go into heat. It was truly an accident. He also didn’t know that effect was that strong. He apologized and our love life started from there.” She giggled.

‘No wonder she smells a bit off.’ I blinked. Some of her boyfriend's smell lingered. He did a good job concealing his bad smell or else Father and Mother would hunt him down already. I scrunch my nose in disgust, ‘He smells so bad that I am going to puke.’

“What’s wrong, Fuu-chan?”

“I don’t like the smell. It’s disgusting.” I answered honestly.

“How rude. He smells heavenly, okay?” She pouted. “You are just jealous that I already have an Alpha boyfriend.” She huffed. “That’s why you should be an Omega too.” She muttered under her breath.

“…I am done.” I sighed.

“Fuuka.”

“It’s fine. I am just going to do my homework or something.” I went back to my bedroom. Yeah, I know I am not a girlfriend material due to my secondary gender. I do wonder sometimes what would happen if I were an Omega, but the next thought made me shudder and sober. If I was an Omega, wouldn’t I be like Fumi-nee then, brain filled with water and flower? Because I knew I was really alike to her when I was small, and then I would thank god that my secondary gender was not Omega. I refuse to be like her and I apologize from the bottom of my heart that some Omega was associated with being like her because she is like that. ~”~

My following days are supposed to be peaceful normal days with no more arranged marriage thing. “Yae…?” I looked at my friends who suddenly lagging behind me. “What’s wrong?” I walked back to her, but I received no response.

Yae who has been staring at the house where she stopped suddenly moved forward to the said house. My gut instinct is screaming danger. In reflex I pull Yae roughly and throw her away so I was the one who was dragged inside the house instead by numerous transparent hands that suddenly appeared.

“Ooff!” I was thrown into the hard floor. “My rear…” I eased the pain by rubbing it a little and then got up and patted the dust that clung to my skirt.

“A domain expansion…” I sighed as my eyes had concluded such. “It’s good that I made a point to take Nenekirimaru everywhere,” I said. “Now, should I kill it or just leave it alone?” I mumbled. To be honest, exorcising is a pain. Because it will bring all sorts of trouble later, but not exorcising it is also a problem. I feel guilty if I know there’s a danger right in front of me but I ignore it. It’s a different matter if I don’t know, then I won’t give it a shit.

“Me and my personality…” I sighed in a resigned manner. If I don’t exorcise it now, it will eat other people and knowing that fact but not doing anything will make me feel really guilty. I unsheathe Nenekirimaru and wonder deeper, to the direction where the foul smell and cursed energy are coming from.

The domain of this special grade must be some kind of barrier type. Because there are a lot of lower-grade spirits trapped inside. They are either for the meals or trapped unknowingly. So, I meet one, I exorcise one. I meet two, I exorcised two, all the way to the deepest part of the domain, where the special grade must be.

“You are the Monkey Boss, I guess.” I looked at the cursed spirits. It’s a huge earthworm in white colour by the way. The cursed spirit sensing I am a threat, lunges forward with its mouth open, trying to swallow me whole. “Sorry, it won’t work.” I made a wide stroke and it recoiled back in pain.

My eyesight turns blurry and faint black lines appear, and then the next second my eyesight is clear again along with the clear black line. The rest of the work is easy now, just follow the line and cut it accordingly. Remember not to use too much cursed energy or the domain will be cut along with it and the whole house will collapse. With a final cut being made, the earthworm collapsed, mutilated to pieces and then disintegrated.

Just as the last piece of the cursed spirit falls down, I sense another one, so pivot at high speed and thrust Nenekirimaru forward, but manage to skew the trajectory at the last second, because it’s not a cursed spirit, it’s a human, no, a jujutsu sorcerer. But my Nenekirimaru still grazed his cheek a tiny bit. I blink rapidly and pull back Nenekirimaru. “You…” Just as I was going to say something threatening or something along the line. A smell hits my nose full force, the smell of wisteria flower and a hint of citrus, the smell is so divine that it makes my body hot right this instant.

I jump back, startled. The smell is triggering my rut. And by the look of it, he is in the same situation. His nose flares, pupils dilated and his Adam's apple bobs up and down. ‘I wonder what he tastes like.’ A low needy growl escapes my throat unconsciously and he takes a step forward. That small action brings me back to reality. I quickly rummaged through my skirt pocket to pull out a suppressant. I popped one into my mouth right after I found it and threw the small container to him. He catches it with an absolutely trained-to-perfect reflex and smells it.

“…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” I said when I saw him smelling it, a lingering of my scent on the container. A low primal growl comes out from his throat as he finally forces himself to take one of the suppressants. I sigh in relief when it’s kicking in because his expression is more controlled now and we can hopefully just forget the whole thing.

“I am going, please take care of the rest.” I bowed and then made a mad dash outside. However, instead of exit, I ran into the said teen instead. “Bwah!?” I blanked for a moment as he nosed my neck. “Wa-!” I felt goosebumps throughout my body (the good ones).

“What do you know now? My omiai partner was an Alpha all along, hm?” I could feel a smirk against my neck as his limbs were strongly stuck to me, preventing my escape.

“I was not your omiai partner,” I grumbled, trying to move my arm so I could hit him with Nenekirimaru. Even though we ate suppressants, close-ups like this still make us pick up each other scent faintly, and it makes me relax a whole lot. His scent somehow makes me feel very safe and I almost just purr. I know the teen, Gojo heir, picks up my body language as his hand gently traces patterns on my back and his eyes soften.

“We met just… a week ago. It’s rude to forget me after our omiai.” He pouted.

“I remember you said we won’t be seeing each other anymore.”

“See, so you did remember.” He pointed out.

“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue. “Let me go.”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. “I want to know why my Omiai partner was not an Omega. I know those old fossils are the absolute sticker of Alpha and Omega is the best pair.”

“I was not your omiai partner…” I sighed.

“Satoru, are you al…” A new voice made me jump and I pushed the Gojo heir away, but it was no avail. I was completely trapped in his iron grip of a back hug. “Am I interrupting something?” The new guy, bang guy smiled.

“You aren’t. Please tell this guy to let me go.”

“Suguru~ she was my omiai partner. You know that one.”

“Oh, the one that you said cursing you with straw doll and nail?”

I look at him horrified. How did this man know about that?!

“I followed you because I thought you would cry like every other girl I was partnered up with, so I wanted to watch. Who would have thought you were cursing me with straw doll and nail and hammer to boot.”

“I wish I could stab you with Nenekirimaru instead,” I grumbled.

“Fuu!” A flurry sweet smell of orange blossom and jasmine wafted into my nose as my best friend hugged me.

“I am fine, Yae.”

“Sorry, because of me…”

“It was not because of you.” I flicked her forehead. “I also don’t know a special grade was here.”

“So, he was your Oimiai partner?” Yae pulled back and looked up to Gojo heir. “Nice to meet you, I am Kurogane Yae. Fuu’s best friend.”

“I am Gojo Satoru. Fuu’s omiai partner.”

“You weren’t.” I groaned. “Fumi-nee… Fumiko-neesan was supposed to be your Omiai partner. But she bailed, so I was forced to attend so those old fossils wouldn’t cause trouble to our family.” I said. “Rather than that, let me go.”

“Nope. I knew those old cots were trouble. They never stop causing me stress.” Gojo heir answered.

“But, Satoru. You said she smelled bad.” Suguru tilted his head.

“…Yeah, she smelled so bad last time we met. You washed up properly now?” He smirked down at me with that mocking tone of his.

“…” Instead of a verbal response, I bit his arm.

“Yeowch!” Gojo heir pushed me away, finally. But my damn body reacts differently at the loss of his scent and warmth, I almost just whine because of it.

“…It was Fumi-nee’s smell. I wore her clothes and ate suppressant so I wouldn’t be found out.” I grumbled.

“…No wonder my smell didn’t affect you that night. Usually, Omega will go into instant heat the moment they smell me… wait, you did.”

“You did too.” I blurted out. ‘Why is this guy talking like I was the only one who went into a rut? He did too.’ I pouted.

“…You two went into a rut the moment you smelled each other scent…?” Suguru blinked. “What’s this? A fated pair or something?” Amusement danced in his eyes.

“That is just a myth or rather a made-up belief,” I mumbled.

“But our scent compliments each other well. Too well, in fact.” Gojo heir said.

“…” I have the same thought. But I won’t say it out loud. “Anyway, I will leave the rest to you. I am going to take Yae home.”

“Ah, about that… Suguru-san will take me home.” She smiled sheepishly. I blink once, twice and make an ‘o’ shape mouth as they bid goodbye to us.

“Your friend ditched you for her new boyfriend.” Gojo heir cackled.

“…I don’t really mind,” I answered which caught him off guard. “I will be glad if a strong person like him can protect Yae. Though I guess, Yae will be dragged into the pointless of power strife in jujutsu circle.” I sighed. “But if she is happy, I don’t really care who her partner is.”

“How about you then? Didn’t you attend Omiai searching for a partner?”

“Hah! You wish!” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, Fumi-nee was supposed to be your omiai partner, but she bailed out. I just attended to make sure those old fossils wouldn’t find out she ditched. And I was sure you would cancel the omiai anyway, which you did. I am grateful for that.” I said.

“And… no one really wants an Alpha as their life partner. Especially even more so in jujutsu circle…” I muttered under my breath softly.

“But I would.” He suddenly said.

“Would what?” I tilted my head.

“I would like an Alpha as my life partner. Especially if the said Alpha is you.” He smirked and threw a wink at me.

“…” I was stunned for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter. “What? Are you comforting me now?” I tried to hold my laughter. “Thanks, but it’s fine. I know my own worth. Besides, the people in jujutsu circle are all extreme misogynists anyway. I don’t want to be paired up with those kind of people.” I smiled.

“…”

“What?” I frowned at Gojo heir who suddenly went still.

“But I am not misogynist.” He pouted, which was actually kind of cute.

“Yeah, you are not.” I shook my head. “You are a narcissist.”

“Hey! How rude!” He huffed. “It’s a fact that I am the strongest.”

“Ha! I already cut your infinity anyway.” Realization dawned on both of us. ‘Ah, damn. Me and my big mouth.’ I cursed

“You… was that…” Gojo heir walked to me.

“If you are going to propose another omiai, then don’t. We won’t… I won’t accept it.” I said coldly. ‘Yes, that’s right. They just want our clan's inherited technique. They want… my eyes…’

At night, I got a text from Yae telling me Geto Suguru was an absolute gentleman. My mouth twitched at that, he sure does look like it, but a little shady though. Then my mind instantly goes to the other one, the holder of Six Eyes. Is it weird that my mind can perfectly conjure him, down to the smallest detail after two meetings? The answer is yes, it’s weird and it’s creepy. But his smell… is still lingering in my nose or something, I feel like I can still smell him and the moment I close my eyes, the smell will get even stronger. A low growl and whine escape my throat, just imagining it triggers my rut. I pant heavily while rubbing my thighs and quickly rummaged my drawer for another dose of suppressant. ~”~

Gojo Satoru never in his wildest dream ever thought that someone's scent could trigger his rut. It’s usually the other way around. His scent was the one triggering everyone, especially Omegas’ heat. And it was a scent of an Alpha to boot. ‘A very cute, wild, and strong Alpha.’ His brain added.

“Shut up.” Satoru groaned at his own thought as he plopped onto his bed. He then takes a deep breath to calm himself, only for his nose to smell that freesia flower with a hint of pear scent. The scent of that Alpha, and he groans once again, sensing something is being woken up.

At first meeting in their omiai, he did think she was a tad bit different from his other omiai partners, who resorted to a lot of funny ideas, which for example jumped on him the moment he arrived while in heat or something along that line. His omiai partner was just sitting there quietly as if waiting for something, waiting for the omiai to end. Well, he was getting bored too being forced to go to an omiai after omiai. Why he did then? Just to spite those old cots of course. He took a strange dark glee when he saw his omiai partner cry and he would be summoned to meet the old cots to listen to their angry rants.

So he thought this one would be the same, albeit she didn’t resort to any stupid method. It’s just that she smelled bad, really bad, like rotten flesh. Fortunately, it was faint, so he could endure. And after she went with a huff, a sneer came out and he followed her from a distance, curious how this rotten-smelling girl would cry.

Surprise surprise, rather than crying, she went to curse him instead, using a straw doll, nail and hammer. But she didn’t use any cursed energy at all, so it was most likely to vent her frustration. Satoru thought that was funny, her personality might actually fit with them, the special grade trio. It’s not a problem if she comes from a small clan. Too bad she smelled so bad that he didn’t want to be near her more than necessary.

Their second meeting was purely accidental. He and Suguru were assigned to another mission of special grade like usual, until when they arrived at the scene, they saw a girl trying to break into a domain of said special grade. Apparently, her friend was caught instead of her. Suguru tried to calm her down while I went inside to search for her friend, which most likely already dead.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a girl mutilating the special grade with such grace and ease as if she were doing a sword dance instead. He was so in trance that he slipped up his control over his cursed energy. The girl whirled with such speed, aiming for his head and changed her trajectory in the last second, so it grazed his cheek a tiny bit. Now, Gojo was internally shocked, he was sure he had his infinity up the moment he stepped into this domain and with the cursed spirit dead, the domain was no more, but his infinity was still up nonetheless.

He was about to ask how she did that when her scent hit his nose in full force. The smell of freesia flower and pear. His nose flared, pupils dilated and his entire body was screaming to claim her right this instant. The girl knew what was happening to both of them as she jumped back to create distance and quickly rummaged through her pocket to take out the suppressant and throw the container to him.

Him, being the idiot he was, instead of actually taking the suppressant pill, he smelled the container for her lingering scent. The suppressant pill worked too quickly to his liking. Because the girl's smell faded quickly. “…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” Her clear voice rang out, like a chime in summer. That snapped him out of his trance quickly and took a suppressant pill.

Gojo Satoru finally took a real look at her. Now now, she was his omiai partner in his latest arranged marriage meeting. But the quality of her voice is different, last time she used a soft Omega-like voice. This must be her real voice. Or did she have a twin? Satoru remembers that Mutsuki clan only has two daughters, and they aren’t twins. And the one who was his omiai partner was supposed to be the Omega eldest daughter. But his whole body and soul were sure that they were the same person. So, he tested his theory.

He caught her before she could run away, and the truth finally came out. She was the one who attended the omiai instead of her sister because her sister bailed out last minute. She ate a suppressant and wore her sister's clothes so she wouldn’t be found out as an Alpha. Well, he would be tricked too, if he didn’t smell her scent. She looks like an Omega and acts like Beta, but actually an Alpha.

Satoru did think about proposing another omiai when he saw how resigned she was because she was an Alpha. In jujutsu circle, those old cots believe Alpha and Omega made the best couple. So, it somehow became some sort of unwritten rule for clans to have their Alpha heir, and seek an Omega spouse. Which, let’s be honest, it was a load of bullshit.

Until she slipped up that she is the owner of Mystic Eyes. The eyes that rival Six Eyes. He thought Mystic Eyes must be some kind of exaggerating joke, but now he had seen it first hand, they were no joke. If she didn’t change her course, he would either suffer fatal injury or worse die on the spot.

She quickly rejected any attempt of another omiai with him. But why does she have that sad face? Did she think he was going to propose another omiai because he wanted her eyes? Well then, she was wrong. Rather than her inherited technique, he was more attracted to her swordplay, her voice her laugh and her smile and then her eyes, as in the physical construction of her eyes, not her inherited technique. Her eyes were such a beautiful colour that he could just stare at them all day long.

But first, he must clear the misunderstanding first. Maybe they can start with being friends. However, he hoped they would quickly pass that stage because her smell was triggering his rut. He knew it was not as simple as their scent being super compatible. Something from the depth of his soul is screaming she is the one, don’t let her go. Maybe the fated pair is not a myth after all. ~”~

“Yo, Yae.” Our attention was drawn to three people with black uniforms of jujutsu high. The bang guy is waving at us.

“Suguru-san.” A smile bloomed on Yae’s face. The other girl must be the last special grade in their class.

“Hello, I am Ieiri Shoko. Dumb and Dumber’s classmate.” She introduced herself as such.

“I am Kurogane Yae. Nice to meet you.” Yae smiled.

“…” She looked at Yae and the at bang guy, Geto Suguru. “Seriously Suguru, why such a nice girl like her can like a dumb guy like you.” Ieri-san pointed out. “You must have saved a planet or something in your last life.” She said.

“Hehehe, thank you. Ieiri-san. But Suguru-san is fine the way he is.”

“…” Ieri-san blinked again. “I didn’t detect any weird cursed energy.” She muttered.

“Shoko, I didn’t manipulate her, okay?” Suguru sighed.

“Well. I will leave that for now. And this is?” Ieiri-san looked at me.

“Mutsuki Fuuka. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand for a handshake.

“Ieiri Shoko…. Mutsuki… are you from Mutsuki clan?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“The one that cursed Satoru using a straw doll after an omiai? That one?” An amused smile etched on her lips.

“…” I looked at them blankly. ‘Just how many people does he tell this about?’

“The very same.” Suguru nodded his head.

“…” Her mouth is in an ‘o’ shape. “I like her.” She gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you…?” I blinked owlishly. And the said teen is quieter than usual? Is there something wrong with him? Is he sick?

“Can we talk?” Gojo heir suddenly said.

“Talk?” I tilted my head. “I don’t mind…”

“Great, let’s change the place.” He then led me to a park near our school. He sits in one of the park benches, manspreads. “Why don’t you sit?”

“Oh…” I sat on the small space left. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“First, I want to clear a misunderstanding.” He started.

“Misunderstanding?” I blinked.

“Yeah… I didn’t attempt to propose another omiai because of your inherited technique. I truly thought we might click with each other.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly. “…Because of our scent?”

“…There’s that too…” He mumbled, a pinkish tint dusting his cheeks. “Well, in any case, I do hope we can be friends. Not as the heirs of Gojo and Mutsuki clans. But just as plain Gojo Satoru and Mutsuki Fuuka.” Gojo heir, no Gojo Satoru stood up in front of me and extended his hand.

“…What will happen if we become friends?”

“Depend on what you want to happen.” Even though he said that I could see a small hope of us being more in his eyes because I was the same. I do hope I will be accepted as me completely without being discriminated against as Alpha.

While being an Alpha female sounds cool. In actuality, they were discriminated against a lot. Males don’t like them because they are bossy and demanding, they can’t act cute like most Omega or Beta females. So, it lowers their self-esteem or something. We can act cute, but the moment we do, we will be labelled as cheap, attention seekers or something along that line. And females don’t like them for being attention hogger, in a different way than other secondary genders. Thus, a lot of them envy Alpha females, making them most likely to be isolated as an outcast.

I, fortunately, was born with a face like an Omega, and often classified as such. So, I was exempted from discrimination as long as I could keep up my façade. But I also don’t want to be bothered by a lot of people, so I act like a Beta. This façade works as long as my scent doesn’t leak out, thus the suppressant. I am just thankful that the suppressant is completely safe and doesn’t have harmful side effects.

“I…” I started. “I don’t know what I want to happen yet.” Because I know all my action to him now is out of my control. As if something pulled us to be together, something deeper connected to us. I don’t want to be with him because of that something. I want to be with him because I truly love him with my whole body and soul. Still… “But I would like to be friends with you.” I grabbed his hand for a handshake only for him to pull me against him completely. “Gojo-san?”

“Just call me Satoru.” I heard him mumble while nosing my neck.

“You know, friends don’t imprint their scent on each other like this.” I sighed but made no motion to push him away because I felt safe. I want to stay like this forever.

“They did.” He hummed while burying his nose deeper into my neck, where my scent gland is. I ate a suppressant so, my scent was weak. But that doesn’t stop him at all. “You can imprint your scent on me too. Rather, I would like that very much, please.” He then looked at me with a very cute begging expression. Like a kitty abandoned in the rain.

“Okay…” I nodded. I can’t win if he used an expression like this. And the giddiness on his face when I agreed is cute too.

“So, remember to invite us when you two get married.” A voice that I identified as Geto Suguru startled me.

“We aren’t…”

“Shut up, Suguru. Don’t show off because you already got your mate.” Satoru frowned while burying me deeper into his chest. “We are starting as friends first,” Satoru said.

“Friends…?” I knew from that tone that the three of them were utterly confused. Actually, I am too. Which part of our actions toward each other is considered friends? More specifically, for people who just started being friends. ~”~

Being friends with Satoru means, I got dragged along with his stupid pranks and shenanigans. Even though we attend different schools, that didn’t stop him at all. Rather, they always came to pick us up, both Satoru and Suguru. Well, Suguru is picking up Yae. Shoko sometimes comes with them sometimes not. Because of her reversed cursed techniques, demands of her being on school ground is higher than the strongest combi, a nickname I heard from Shoko.

But I do feel like life is more fun with Satoru entering my world. As if some part of the closed world opened up. The thing we do when meeting each other is scenting. It’s basically a routine at this point. To the point that the rest of them are wondering when we are going to make it official. Actually, I also don’t know. I want to ask but at the same time, I was afraid that Satoru would say we are just friends. I know friends don’t imprint their scent like this. But, who knows, maybe Gojo clan’s teaching is like that or Satoru is just like that from the start.

Another change in me was that I ate less strong suppressant because he said he wanted more of my scent. Seriously, he should stop wording it like that or I might have just taken him right there and then. To claim him and imprint my scent everywhere on his body, with him begging for more.

Our usual routine is being picked up from school and then we go somewhere to eat sweets or play in a game arcade. On Sunday, we met up and then they brought me along to their mission. My role, rather, Yae and my roles giving them praise after completing their mission flashily, I might add. Satoru would look at me with imaginary ears and wagging tails, asking for praise while holding his hands out, waiting for me to slip comfortably into his awaiting arms. At first, I didn't understand the implication and the result, I got a sulky and pouty Satoru, until Suguru dropped a hint to me by wrapping his arms around Yae. I finally got it and gave him a pat on his head while having him buried in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.

Anyway, today Yae said we are going to double dates. So, we have been waiting for Satoru and Suguru for a while at the amusement park entrance. Lo and behold, lots of eyes are staring at them when they make their entrance. Some even drool because of them. I know that is the natural reaction from Betas and Omegas, especially females. But I still feel irritated nonetheless, even though we are not a couple…yet…

I come up to Satoru, pull him down to the crook of my neck and nose his neck, imprinting my scent on him, and let’s not forget the glare I gave to the surrounding people for looking at him. My mind is racing with thoughts to just give him a Bond Mate Mark and let the whole world know he is mine. But I am not sure if Satoru would like that, so I refrained.

“Fuu…”

“What?”

“You didn’t eat suppressant today?” His eyes oddly sparkled and bright when he said that.

“Should I?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I like this better. You don’t need to cover for your smell, Fuu. I love it.” He smiled.

“That’s good then.” I smiled. For the remainder of our amusement park tour, Satoru and I are attached to the hip. However, the act itself doesn’t completely deter attempts made to him. There are still a lot of Betas and Omegas females that are trying to come up to him which was avoided, some even got into heat after being exposed to his scent. Fortunately, the suppressant I brought along with me came in handy. I pop the pill to their mouths, to those females that go into heat.

“Satoru, here is your ice-“ My shoulder bumped into someone. “Ah, I am sorry.” I apologized. It’s fortunate the ice cream is still intact.

“You think apologizing is enough? Why do you think police is for.” The bumped person Man A sneered.

I exhale softly. “I will pay for your medical bill then. Is ten thousand enough?”

“Yo, girlie, the world doesn’t work like that.” He looked down on me. “Oh, aren’t you a cutie Omega? Well, I know how to pay for my medical bill.” He leered, licking his lips.

“Ha? Is your nose blocked or something? Should have smelled yourself first.”

“You…” He made a motion to grab my hand but was suddenly lifted up high by someone.

“How dare you touch my Fuu. Do you have a death wish?” Satoru hissed from behind me. “Forget it, I will grant your death easy and quick now.” He glared. His scent comes out full force along with the upward spike of his cursed energy.

“Satoru, you can’t do that. Or else those old fossils will use this chance to control you.” I said. To be honest, even if he did kill, it’s not a big deal. But this is a crowd, Satoru would be labelled and annoying pests would attach themselves to him and I wouldn’t want that.

“But he!”

“Satoru.” I looked at him sternly. Satoru lets out a small whine like a kicked puppy. He walks a few steps away from me with the man still hanging by his hand and dumps him unceremoniously, then he walks back to me with a pouting expression, hugging me tightly as if he was the one who was being bullied.

“Fuu…” He whined.

“You did good.” I patted his head, earning a satisfied low purr from him.

“Fuu, are you alright?” Yae and Suguru came to us.

“Yes. But I should be going home now.” I smiled.

“Why? …Oh…” Seems like they caught on.

“What about suppressant?” Suguru asked.

“It won’t work. My yearly rut cycle is almost here, adding to the fact that Satoru just released his scent full force…” I started to pant, my breath uneven, eyes blurry. For jujutsu sorcerers like us, cursed energy output is connected to scent output. Thus, our rut cycles are triggered in our second meeting. Because we were letting our cursed energy flare up to the maximum.

“Fuu! I will take you away now! Suguru, I will leave the rest to you!” I heard Satoru say and then we teleported.

My nose is assaulted by the dizzying smell of his. “You…” I willed myself to control my rut. This guy teleported to the worst possible place. His room in Jujutsu High dorm. This is basically screaming to attack him.

“Stay here and I will call for Shoko.” Satoru put me on the bed. With a strength I don’t know I had, I yank him back to the bed and straddle his hip. “Fuu-“ I crashed my lips into his, swallowing whatever words he was going to say. My tongue pries open his mouth and explores his cavern.

Claim him! My whole body, soul and mind are screaming for me to claim this man in front of me as mine. Don’t let him slip away from your grasp! We have waited long enough! I hear a scream like that from the depths of my soul.

I pull back and growl because my scent is also triggering his rut, his is poking directly into my own, throbbing deliciously. My pupils dilate at his empowering smell that mingles perfectly with mine and his half-lidded lust-filled icy glacial eyes. ‘No!’ I bit my arm hard, blood dripping onto his pristine white sheet and his eyes widened.

“Fuu!” He screamed in panic. “What are you!” The lust cleared for a moment.

“Hurry up… and knock me out…” I gritted out. “If you don’t want…this…so…hurry…” My sober mind is starting to be cloudy again, screaming to claim him.

“Fuu…” Satoru’s eyes softened and he showed his neck to me, an act asking to be claimed. To be made as mine. “I have always wanted this. We both have always wanted this for so long. So, please claim me as yours. Made me yours. I want to be claimed by none other than you, my Alpha.” Any self-control and reason have snapped and gone forever when he called me that.

That day, Gojo Satoru becomes mine, as I am his. ~”~

I woke up groggily, my mind was still foggy from whatever happened yesterday until an amused chuckle rang into my ears. I feel stroking on my hair, a light touch on my face and then down to my neck, where a certain mark like a tribal tattoo has formed, it sends a pleasant tingling sensation to my whole body. And I also finally feel a strong arm wrapped around my hip and I am lying on someone’s warm board chest. “Satoru…?” I mumbled sleepily.

“You woke up?” He asked in the softest whisper.

“Yeah,” I answered but snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent. Chests pressing against each other, feet tangled to each other, while the sheets are covering the lower halves of our bodies.

“Still sleepy?”

“Just want to snuggle to you.”

“We should wash up and change the sheet. After that, we can snuggle all you like.” Satoru suggested.

“…A very tempting idea. But I am too lazy to move.” My hand came up to the nape of his neck, where the same mark like tribal tattoo decorated his pale unblemished neck, not so unblemished now because of yesterday's activity. Satoru caught my arm which was bandaged due to the self-inflicted wound yesterday and kissed on the wound softly.

“I will carry and wash you.” He laughed.

“…You are not going to do anything?” I cracked open my eyes to peer up at him.

“As long as you don’t want me to.” He grinned. Now, with bond mate marks being given to each other. We can never bind ourselves to other people anymore. This only signifies one thing, a marriage.

“…”

“Fuu?”

“I forgot to tell my parents I was not going home…”

“Oh, Yae has handled that. She told your parents that you were going to spend the night on hers.” Satoru answered.

“I will bet my whole existence that she and Suguru either went to the hotel or back into his room here.”

“As expected from my cute, lovely Alpha. Suguru and Yae didn’t come back, they must have gone to a hotel.” He chuckled.

“Oh? I am cute and lovely now? Who was it begging while crying prettily for me yesterday?” I raised my brow.

“Then, my strong, hot, wild and sexy Alpha. Better?” Satoru whispered against my lips.

“I like strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha better.” I grinned.

“Okay, my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead, making me giggle.

“By the way, Satoru…”

“Hm?”

“…Except for our super compatible scent, what do you like from me anyway?”

“I love all of you, Fuu, my love. The scent might be the trigger, but I love your laugh. I think I fell in love right after hearing you laugh on our first, no should be second meeting. Your everything, from the tip of your hair, to the curve and dip of your body until the end of your toes. You are just perfect. And most importantly your eyes.” He traced my lower lip. “Not because of your inherited technique, but your physical eyes, they are such a beautiful hue. I can just stare at them all day, getting lost in them.”

I know Satoru isn’t so shallow to love me because of my inherited technique, but a small part of me keeps wondering whether it was the case or not. And I know in this late game, asking this is like doubting his love. But I need an assurance.

“You don’t need to feel guilty.” Satoru kissed my eyelids. “I should have told you sooner. I knew your clan's inherited technique was coveted by a lot of people. And it was right of you to be cautious. That’s why, I will assure you every time. I want you, because you are you, Mutsuki Fuuka, the one and only that is worthy of my love.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” I nuzzled closer to his hand.

“You are very welcome, love.” ~”~

But after cleaning up and finally sober from my yearly rut cycle. I am in a dilemma on how to break this news to my parents. “Fuu, what’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he noticed me being absent-minded.

“I am wondering how to break the news to my parents.” I sighed. Now, clad only with his white shirt… well, my clothing was being washed and dried for now while my underwear… well, let’s hope they can rest in peace.

“I can just tell them directly that I want you to be my spouse. Well, I want no one other than you anyway.” Satoru pointed out.

“Will your clan agree?”

“They will. Come here.” Satoru moved me to his lap.

“How are you so sure?”

“They were praying to gods and our ancestors every day for someone to accept their unruly, savage and unhinged son…”

“Don’t forget narcissist.”

“I am not a narcissist. Don’t be so mean, Fuu.” He pouted.

“Sorry. I like to see your cute pouting face. Hehehe…” I giggled.

“I am always cute. It’s just no one noticed it.” He batted his eyelashes.

“That’s good then. Because if they noticed, I might have to pull some strings.” I answered.

“…”

“Satoru?” I peered up at him when I heard no comeback.

“You know, Fuu. When you say it like that, I really want to see what you would do?” Desire swirled in his eyes.

“You would be afraid of me.” I shook my head.

“Nope. I won’t. I would feel happy because you did it for me. I don’t think there would be a mate that won’t feel happy at how far their spouse was willing to go just to keep them by their sides.” Satoru cupped my face and tilted it up. I accept the invitation and rise up to meet his soft, kissable and plump lips.

“You only need to act cute in front of me, okay, Satoru.”

“Yeah, will do. My strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.”

“…Way to ruin the mood.” I rolled my eyes.

“Eeehhh? But Fuu~~~~~ At least tell me which part of me you like?”

“Your cute begging face.” I giggled.

“Just that?” He gave me an abandoned kitty look, with upturned eyes.

“Your body?” I giggled.

“Fuu~~~~”

“I love your everything, silly. Just like you said, the trigger might be our scent, but I do fall in love with you as time goes by. You are my perfection, made only for me.” I whispered. “And there’s one thing I knew very well about your eyes.”

“That is?”

“Six Eyes won’t be as pretty as they are now if they are not on you.” my lips curved into a smile. ~”~

“Father, Mother, there’s something I would like to tell you about.” After coming back from my supposed sleepover at Yae’s house, I have been thinking for a few weeks and I think it’s better for me to just tell them honestly.

“Is it very important?” Father asked.

“Yes, very.” I nodded.

“Wait for a moment. There’s someone else coming in about *ding song* now.”

Mother then goes to receive the guest.

“Satoru?” I blinked at the guest, while Satoru just smiled at me.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Father finally asked after Satoru is seated beside me. “No wait, I think I already knew what you are going to talk about. So, let me ask just one question to Gojo heir. Will that be okay?”

“Yes.” Satoru nodded.

“Can I entrust my daughter fully to you?”

“Absolutely,” Satoru answered without any hesitation.

“…” I blinked owlishly, and bit by bit it sank in. My mouth turns to an ‘o’ shape, while Mother giggles at me.

“Fuu. You don’t need to worry, even if you marry to Gojo clan. You will still be the heir of Mutsuki clan. Father and Mother are sorry for letting you shoulder the burden as Mystic Eyes alone and for you to have covered up your true secondary gender.” Father said that all in one breath.

“…You knew?” My eyes widened.

“Of course we know about it. We are your parents. How could I not know about my own daughter’s condition.” Father rolled his eyes. “But with you not saying anything, that was actually for the best. I have no intention of making you a tool for those old fossi, ahem, those elders. Your sister isn’t interested in jujutsu from the start, so there’s no need to worry about her. With her personality, it’s probably for the best if she just marries a stable normal man outside. We were more worried about you. There was a time that we thought you wouldn’t get married at all.” Father sighed.

Actually, there was. I thought it was better for Mutsuki clan to die out so, no more of our clan people would be tools for those old fossils or being coveted for their inherited technique.

“And then you met Gojo heir. It was obvious that you became more outgoing and happier after meeting him. We won’t say anything if he is your choice. Well, at least Gojo clan is one of the most normal and sanest in jujutsu circle. Even though their unruly, savage and unhinged, not to mention narcissist took our daughter away.” He grumbled.

“Father, your real thought is leaking out.” Mother patted his shoulder.

“Oh. Ahem, forget about that. All I want to say is, as long as you are happy, we won’t object. And we know you are strong enough to beat those old fossils if they showed up.”

“Gojo clan will beat them first. There’s no need for my cute, lovely, strong, ho-“ I clamped Satoru’s mouth before he could utter those embarrassing adjectives.

“…” Father looked at us blankly while Mother was laughing out loud

“How did you know about this matter, Father?”

“…You came back with another smell mingling on you…” He stated as if that was the most obvious reason. “Not to mention, it’s the same smell every time you come back from school. It’s not hard to find out.

“Oh…” I forgot we imprinted our scent on each other every day.

“And then, you touched your neck more often…. You must have given each other Bond Mate Mark.” He sighed.

“Busted.” Satoru giggled. I blink, I made sure to cover that up using make-up actually.

“So, as a father, I have to make sure that my daughter won’t be bullied or tricked. Though I doubt that would be the case.” He muttered. “Anyway, I went to Gojo mansion to talk about this and met Gojo heir, who suddenly said, ‘Please give me your daughter’, while bowing. I think all of the people present, including me almost fainted on the spot.”

Satoru laughs again at Father’s reminiscence. “And then he went into a tirade about how wonderful you are. Well yeah, you are my daughter, of course you are the most wonderful.” Father added his own comment.

“Then, after hearing his 2 hours presentation of you…” I choked on my drink at that and looked at Satoru in disbelief, while the said teen only grinned from ear to ear.

“…the people in Gojo clan are kneeling down begging me to let my wonderful daughter accept their unruly, savaged and unhinged son…. I still hesitated for a bit until Gojo heir said he was already claimed by you. Not the other way around.” Father paused and exhaled a long tired sigh. “He was even proud about it. Sometimes, I wonder what’s in his head. I guess being unhinged was not wrong after all.”

“Father, your thought is leaking out again.”

“Ahem, the begging became even more fervent and then I told them if that’s what my daughter decided, I won’t have any objection. And since you accepted him. Then, as your father and mother, we can only pray for your happiness from the bottom of our hearts.” Father finished.

“…Satoru, you really…” I was speechless at the whole thing. Seems like I worried for nothing. Satoru only giggles throughout the whole explanation, as if he had already read the result.

“Gojo clan want to meet you. If you have time, you should go visit them. They even talked about the wedding already. The date, the venue, the guest lists, the catering, the cake, the boutique for fitting, and even the details of the events. They have made the whole list and only wait for you to pick which one you want the most.” Father exhaled another much longer sigh.

“…” I think I need time to process the whole information.

“Call me after you arrive home,” I told Satoru, now considered my fiancé, even though I haven’t met his family yet.

“Will do.” He giggled, leaning closer. An invitation he knows I won’t refuse and I give him a quick peck.

“I will visit you at Gojo mansion at the weekend,” I mumbled.

“I will tell them.” He pressed a kiss against my forehead before leaving.

“Now, what should I wear for this weekend?” ~”~

The weekend is coming, so it’s time for me to visit the Gojo clan. Satoru will come to pick me up and we will visit his clan together. Even though I have heard how they worshipped me because I managed to tame Satoru, meeting them face-to-face is still pretty nerve-wracking. My mind goes overdrive conjuring one thousand and one what-ifs.

“You are nervous, love?” Satoru’s big hand rested on my back, gently tracing patterns with his thumb.

“A little.” It has become a habit of Satoru to call me by a pet name when he is comforting me and spending intimate quality time and then, more often than not, while doing bedroom activities. And to be honest, I love it a lot.

“It will be fine. Remember how you heard them begging and kneeling in front of your father so you could accept me, their unruly, savage and unhinged son?” He grinned.

“That’s true…” ‘He sure wasn’t bothered being called like that.’ I sweatdropped at his nonchalant attitude. I take a long deep breath and exhale it. “Yosh, I am ready.”

“Then, let’s go.” He teleported us right into the middle of the drawing hall in Gojo mansion, where all the clan members had been waiting. “Heya, this is my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha, Mutsuki Fuuka. You can call her Fuu-chan.” That is how he introduced me to them. My heart almost withers on the spot.

Small silence engulfs the hall before they erupt in cheer. All of them are either crying in happiness, kneeling down to express thanks to the gods and ancestors, yelling the unruly brat has been tamed, or yelling red bean rice!!! We need red bean rice this instant!!! It’s a celebration!!! A feast!!! The loudest being, wedding!!! we need to prepare the wedding now!!! Take those things we have prepared!!!!

“…” I was so shocked that I didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh, let me see my daughter-in-law.” A woman pulled me away from Satoru and cupped my cheeks, staring at me. “…The more I see, the cuter she is. My son, you hit a jackpot with this one.” His mother squealed.

“I know right.” Satoru accepted the praise proudly. “And she is wild as hell in-“

“Satoru.” I glared at him, warning him not to say anything unnecessary.

“Hohoho. Youngsters need to be energetic.” Her mother laughed. “Well, enough about that.” His mother clapped her hands and the hall quieted down. I suddenly became nervous again.

“First, let me thank you for accepting my unruly, savage, unhinged, spoiled and a little narcissist son.” She bowed.

“Thank you very much!!!” The whole members followed suit.

“No… I mean… please don’t be like this…” I quickly helped his mother up. I was prepared in a more formal setting like Omiai with parents, but this is just… too overwhelming. I look over for Satoru for help, but the said teen is just smirking with an ‘I told you so’ face.

When they said feast, it was truly a feast. The long dining table is filled with every cuisine that ever existed in Japan. The Gojo clan is having a race about who piled up the most food in my bowl. I am happy but I can’t eat them all, so I put ¾ on Satoru’s.

The dinner is lively, the liveliest I have ever seen. It’s not like I hate our small family quiet dinner. This noisiness and liveliness are a very refreshing change indeed. After dinner, I was ushered to their women's communal bath. There, older sisters who I think Satoru’s older cousins or something is helping wash my back and just everything, it’s like I am a VIP or something.

After being soaked inside the big bath, they begin to ask with sparkling eyes, which part of their idiot, unruly, savage, unhinged, narcissistic, young cousin do I like? “Hmm… he is actually very gentle…” I mumbled shyly. Even though I am female Alpha, being in front of a lot of strangers, well soon to be family but still acquaintances for a moment and naked to boot is pretty embarrassing for me.

“Gen…”

“Tle…?”

“That idiot is?”

“Impossible.” They finished together. I almost laugh at how they denied the fact that Satoru could be gentle. But he is truly gentle in handling me, aside from our first meeting in Omiai.

“So, who takes charge in bed?” I choked on my spit this time. The culprit of this question is none other than Satoru’s mother.

“…um…” They smiled with a knowing smile and I remember how he told them he had been claimed instead of claiming. “…me…more often than not…” I mumbled, sinking lower into the bathwater.

*squeeeee* They rush to hug me, gushing about how lucky Satoru is. “…I am lucky too…” I said. “As a female Alpha, it’s hard to search for a person who accepts me completely. Males will claim we are bossy and demanding, not cute enough, not innocent enough, not spoiled enough. Females would hate and envy us because we hog attention wherever we go. I was lucky to be born with a soft face, but my eyes are still too sharp. So, I act like Beta to avoid troublesome things. But Satoru doesn’t mind me being bossy or demanding or possessive. He doesn’t even care about my secondary gender. He just wants a plain old me. I am very grateful for that.” I finished.

“Too good… she is too good…. Just what kind of karma did Satoru accumulate in his past lives that he was blessed with such a cute partner.” They cried a river and then shifted the topic over into marriage. They truly did prepare for everything and only waited for me to pick, I thought that was a joke. Gojo clan is…scary…

So, while they were so invested in the wedding preparation, I slipped out of the bath. “Satoru?” When I came out, Satoru was already waiting outside. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Hm? Yep.” He grinned. Satoru is wearing a navy blue yukata with black obi. His hand naturally finds mine and tugs me along. “You look ravishing.” He threw me a smirk, cackling.

I let out an amused giggle at that. “Where are we going?”

“You still ask? Where do you think I will take you after I said you look ravishing?” He cocked his brow.

“I don’t know? Home?” I feigned ignorance.

“I don’t know you are so kinky that you want me to claim you in front of your parents.”

“I am not, but you are.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s actually true.” He hummed. “Here we are.” Satoru slid open a shoji door of a room.

“…Your room?” Satoru’s bedroom interior is actually pretty modern. The bed for example, instead of a futon, it’s a loft bed. There are some hanging scroll paintings as decorations.

“Yep. Come in~” I stepped into his sanctuary and his comforting smell invaded my nose. I let out a small whimper because of that. Satoru then opened another shoji door that connected to the back garden. I follow him and take a seat beside him, leaning on his shoulder.

“It’s nice.” I hummed.

“I know,” Satoru murmured while his hand cradled my waist protectively. “I thought you would like it.” He muttered softly.

“I love it. Thank you, Satoru.”

“Mmhm, as long as you are content, love.”

The next morning, the first thing I was asked to do was, sign a legal document. Before, I had only physically and spiritually become Satoru’s mate or future spouse due to the unwritten rule after giving Bond Mate Mark, and now I have legally and lawfully become his future spouse. And this calls for another celebration. ~”~

“So, are you officially engaged now?” Yae smirked.

“Yes.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s good. Sometimes, Suguru, Shoko and I wonder if we should whack Satoru’s head to urge him to label you two or storm to Gojo clan demanding to engage you two. I am glad you resolved this before we considered the second option seriously.”

“…you three…” I sweatdropped.

“How about your sister?”

“Fumi-nee?” I blinked. “Hmmm? She rarely comes home after bailing out from her omiai. She said she found her fated pair or prince or something and opted to spend more time with him.”

“Aren’t you glad your sister bailed out from the omiai then?” Yae teased.

“…um…” I gave a very sight and shy nod. To be honest, that might be the best thing she ever did to me over the course of her life.

“That’s good. I was quite worried that your sister smelled Satoru’s scent and then went crazy.” Yae said. The whole thing about Satoru’s scent making Omegas go into heat was not exaggerating. Because I have seen it first-hand. That’s why I was glad when she told us she was going to stay in the dorm, so she could meet with her boyfriend without any interruption.

Fortunately, we have this handy convenient birth control pill that is mandatory for all people of any secondary gender to be eaten starting from 14 years old, the age when they should have gotten their first heat or rut. They are free to either stop taking it or continue after the age of 18 when they are considered an adult and have finished high school.

“She would be coming home for my engagement ceremony, I guess.”

“I see, I hope she doesn’t ruin everything.”

“I don’t think she would go that far.”

“I hope so too.” Yae shrugged. “So, who takes charge often in bed?” She whispered.

“…I am not going to answer that,” I mumbled.

“We all know it will be you.” Yae rolled her eyes. “Satoru is strangely behaving like Omega in front of you. It’s like you awaken his Omega DNA or something.”

“…shut up…” I pouted. But I feel happy that he acts that vulnerable around me, this just means how much his trust runs deep in me. And yeah, I am also spoiled by him by the way. We take turns, I guess.

“Ah, I won’t be able to go home with you today. We need to buy something today.” I said.

“Oh? Shopping for engagement rings?” Yae quirked her eyebrow, smirking.

“Yeah…” I nodded slowly. “…and wedding rings.”

“Hehehe. You are full of expression since you have met with Satoru.” She laughed.

“Is that a bad thing?” I blinked.

“No, it’s the opposite. It’s good that you can express a lot of emotion right now. Usually, you either had your default dead expression, or irritated face and very rarely laughing.” Yae smiled. “I would have never imagined that you could be shy as well. See, blushing cutely like this.” She poked my cheek.

“Yae~”

“Ah, now you are pouting.” She laughed. “That’s why you have to be happy.” She patted my head. “If that doesn’t happen. I might have to castrate Satoru.” Yae smiled darkly. Actually, the thing about Omega is, that they are very soft-looking and often avoid conflict, but, when Omega gets angry, even Alpha runs away. So, note to self, do not enrage Omega.

“I will relay that to Satoru.” I giggled, thankful that she stuck to me through thick and thin. Due to my secret, I’d rather be alone than get involved with other people. Yae is the only Omega that persistently talks to me no matter how much I ignore her. But right now, we are the bestest friend ever.

I have stopped eating suppressants since being given Bond Mate Mark by Satoru, so there was a little noise about how I am actually an Alpha in my school. But it’s not a big problem at all.

“Fuu.” Satoru’s eyes brightened when he spotted me.

“Sorry for the wait,” I said as Satoru nosed my neck to imprint his scent on me.

“Let’s go.” He whisked me away after satisfied with his scenting. He then takes me to a high-end jewellery, his mother's recommendation.

“Gojo Satoru-sama, I presumed.” The clerk asked with a professional, polite smile.

“Yeah.” Satoru nodded.

“We have received word about you from Gojo Yukina-sama. I will show you the samples of the rings. Of course, we also received a custom order.” She explained.

“Show me the samples first.”

“Most certainly, please wait for a moment.” She then went back to retrieve the samples. Whereas I wander around to see the display. Might help with what design I want for our rings.

“Here they are.” The clerk showed Satoru the rings. But Satoru’s eyes kept wandering back to where his mate was, rather than the rings. Until the soft laugh of the clerk surprises him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” She recomposed herself. “It’s just the way you look at her is very adorable. It’s a very tender loving and love-struck.”

Satoru blinks and feels a warm sensation creeping up from his neck. He suddenly feels a little hot. His hand goes to his neck and rubs it, hoping for it to quickly cool down.

When I saw Satoru blushing while talking to the pretty clerk, I felt jealousy start to rear its head. So, I go back to where he is and wrap my hand around his mid-torso, resting my chin on his abs and looking up at him with puffed cheeks. My whole body language and eyes are saying, ‘What are you talking about? Let me in too. I want to know.’ I think I even conjured a pair of flattened ears and a wagging tail.

“Hehehe. What a cute couple you are.” The clerk laughed again. “We were just talking about how he looks at you with a very tender loving and love-struck expression.” She giggled.

“…Oh…” I felt my cheeks bloom to pretty pink from embarrassment and buried my face into his torso. I suddenly feel a little silly for being jealous and happy.

I hear a small chuckle and get a pat on my head from Satoru. “I think I have a very good recommendation for our cute Alpha couple.” The clerk smiled. The two of us blink and she shows us a new set of rings. A completely different set in a different box.

“This is our newest prototype. It’s aimed at Alpha couple in mind.” The pair of rings inside the box is a simple platinum band with an intricate design in the middle and is sandwiched by inlaid precious gemstone. And what caught my eye the most was the colour of the polished gemstone. It’s Satoru’s eye colour.

“You want these?” I heard of soft whisper of Satoru.

“They have the same colour as your eyes,” I whispered back, as if afraid to break some kind of magical spell around us. Satoru has this softest look in his eyes while smiling softly.

“We will make a custom order.” Satoru then told the clerk.

“Understood.” She smiled. “What kind of custom order do you want?”

“It’s the same as this one, but, change the upper inlaid precious gemstone into the colour of her eyes and put in a small cut of diamond in the middle,” Satoru said.

“…” The clerk stared at him for a moment and then broke into an absolutely giddy smile. “Oh my, what a perfect idea this is.” She clapped her hands. “Oh, the inspiration is overflowing!” She gushed. “I will make the most perfect ring for your custom order, dear customer. Oh my, it’s been a while since I have been this excited. I will have to get to work quickly.”

“Can you ready them in 2 weeks? That’s when we will have our engagement ceremony.”

“Of course, of course! I will make them ready by then!” she nodded excitedly. “Let’s get your fingers’ measurement ready.”

“Thank you for your purchase, dear customer.” The clerk has had this big grin ever since Satoru told her his idea.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t need a wedding ring anymore. That engagement ring is enough. I want it as my wedding ring. Besides we already made them in pair.” I said.

“Okay, if that is what you want.” Satoru chuckled pulling me closer.

“And…”

“And?”

“Spoil me more?” I batted my eyelashes as I peered up at him. Satoru blinks and then hunger and fondness spill out from his eyes.

“Let’s go to my room, yeah?” ~”~

As the engagement ceremony draws closer, the busier the Gojo clan is. I heard from Satoru that he was summoned to meet those old fossils when they heard about his engagement, but didn’t press any further since he said the partner is me, from Mutsuki clan. Though there were some dissatisfied complaints because I am not an Omega, but Satoru shut their mouths pretty quickly.

And I, actually also summoned alone to meet those old fossils. They start preaching about what and how to do as a spouse and make sure I give birth to an heir with both inherited techniques with underlying threats.

“…” I looked at them blankly and sighed and then unsheathed Nenekirimaru.

“Are you rebelling? Don’t forget you are just a small weak clan…”

“Yeah, I am just from a small weak clan which inherited technique you coveted.” As I sheathed back Nenekirimaru, the face screens were cut into little pieces. “…The owner of Mystic Eyes.” I looked at them with my activated Mystic Eyes.

“You! Those eyes!”

“I don’t want your filthy paws near my clan or Gojo clan, you hear me.”

“How dare you!”

“Yeah, of course I dare. How could I not dare? You can’t touch me, because I am the owner of Mystic Eyes after 500 years. If I had wanted, I could kill you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even know it. I did this as a warning not to meddle in my and Gojo clan's affairs. Ah, and lastly, I am not a Beta. I am an Alpha.” I flashed them a smile and walked out.

“Fuu.”

“Why are you here?” I blinked at Satoru.

“Checking up on you. You were hot.” He pulled down his sunglasses a bit, smirking. My mouth quirks up at his praise.

“I know.” I giggled. “It feels good. I finally know why you like to trample them. Next time remember to invite me.” I laughed.

“Will do.” ~”~

“Fuu-chan!!!!” Oh, it’s the voice of my sister whom I haven’t seen in a long time…maybe 4 months?

“Welcome back, Fumi-nee.”

“I am back…. No! Not that!” She cried out. “I heard you are getting engaged!”

“Yes.”

“And to that unruly, savaged and unhinged Gojo heir?”

“That’s right.”

“Eh?! But the omiai was cancelled?”

“The cancelled omiai was yours. We met outside Omiai, and just clicked with each other.” I said. Let’s skip the whole our scents are super compatible to each other so much that they triggered our rut cycle.

“Is he okay with you being a Beta? I know big clan jujutsu sorcerers like to have Omega as a spouse.”

“It’s fine. They are all fine with me being not an Omega.” I answered. “So, what about you, Fumi-nee?”

“Hmph! We just broke up.” She huffed. “Because he found out you manifested our clan's inherited technique instead.” She grumbled. “Speaking of it, was that true? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…found out I have inherited technique?” I frowned. “Who was your boyfriend?”

“Oh, the heir of Zen’in clan, Zen’in Naoya.” Fumi-nee answered.

“…” No wonder she smelled so disgusting. She was with the misogynist of jujutsu circle. “Fumi-nee, I don’t know what kind of karma you accumulated in your last life. But you just dodged a whole bullet train.”

“Was it really true then? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…yeah…” I nodded slightly.

“Oh? How do you feel?”

“Normal,” I answered. It’s better to keep that the technique manifested a long time ago.

“Did Gojo heir truly like you or because of your eyes? Jujutsu sorcerers from the big clan seem to like our eyes a little too much.”

“That I agree. But Satoru is not like that. I trust him.” I said a soft smile hung on my lips.

“…” Fumi-nee blinked. “It’s been a while since I ever seen you smile.”

“…I guess that’s true.”

“You like him that much?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh… “

“By the way, Fumi-nee…. You and that misogynist bas, ahem, Zen’in didn’t do anything, right?”

“No. There was only that one time I almost went into heat. I ate a suppressant and the pill too. The most we did was just cuddling and scenting each other.

“…” I can’t say their dates are actually more wholesome than ours. Satoru and I scented each other even before dating and already cuddling. After dating… did we even date? We skipped the whole phase of dating and went straight to giving Bond Mate Mark to each other and then getting engaged.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Fumi-nee frowned. “I only gave my chastity on wedding night or after being given permission by Father and Mother to give them my Bond Mate Mark.”

“…No… Nothing…” I am sorry that I always think of you as having only water and flowers in your brain. Fumi-nee is actually more responsible than she looks. She stood on her ground not giving her chastity to a misogynist man. Whereas I… had given my own Bond Mate Mark to Satoru in my yearly rut cycle.

“Fumi-nee. I am just glad that you ditched that misogynist, truly. You're better off with someone outside the jujutsu world. Nobody is sane here.”

“Well yeah. You still chose that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir though.”

“Yeah, and a narcissist too.”

“You still like him anyway.”

“Yep. I love him.”

“…Is he really that good?”

“Only to his own kins or people he considered his own kins.”

“I see… Well, I am going to meet him sooner or later anyway.” Fumi-nee shrugged her shoulders. ~”~

It’s finally the day of our engagement ceremony. Today, I dress in a beautiful furisode sent by Satoru. I heard from Yukina-san, his mother, Satoru was the one who chose the colour. It was supposed to be a secret, she said. So I agreed to pretend to get surprised later if he sprung up the conversation.

The current head of Gojo clan, Gojo Kunimitsu, his wife, Gojo Yukina and the heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru received us at the front gate. To be honest, even if it’s said to be an engagement ceremony, it’s actually just two families gathered, exchanging gifts and talking about wedding preparation. Satoru’s eyes light up upon seeing me and I returned with a small smile. They then lead us to a drawing room, where they will speak comfortably.

Satoru being Satoru, whisked me away by hoisting me under his arm, saying, “I will let you old people talk about the wedding preparation while I spend time with my cute lovely fiancée.” ~”~

Beautiful, that was Mutsuki Fumiko's impression of Gojo Satoru. Was he truly unruly, savage and unhinged like the rumour said? He sure doesn’t look like that. And his scent is absolutely amazing, maybe even better than her ex-boyfriend, Zen’in Naoya. And to think just a faint smell of his almost made her dizzy. She was glad that she ate suppressant or else she would go into heat. How embarrassing was that, getting into heat because of her little sister’s fiancé’s scent?

But her mind begins to turn. What if she didn’t bail out on that day Omiai? Would she be the one to stand by his side? Receiving that look instead of her sister? She saw how his eyes lit up upon seeing her sister. That look, that look is what she has been craving along since she was a small child. She yearns for an Alpha to look at her like that, to yearn at her with their whole being.

Of course wouldn’t destroy her little sister’s happiness. She was raised better than that. Even though she did demand a lot of her sister's things in the past, but it was never a person or something she knew her sister treasured the most, like a small kitten plushie her sister got on her birthday. That was the first time her sister refused to give her what she wanted. No matter how much she cried and wailed, her sister didn’t give it up. She knew then that the plushie was very important to her.

It’s just a small part of her mind wondering about what if. But deep down, she knew her little sister’s fiancée wouldn’t ever look at her like that, with yearning. She knew even if she didn’t bail out of her omiai, it would still be cancelled by Gojo heir anyway. If there’s one thing that she trusts the most in her life, it’s her gut instinct. It never failed her. It’s also her gut instinct that told her not to give everything to that misogynist Zen’in Naoya no matter how much he made an advance to her.

She knew Zen’in Naoya approached her with an ulterior motive. She knew it after hearing his name was Zen’in. But just once, just once she wanted to feel what is it to be desired. Even if he only desired her blood. To make an heir with her clan's inherited technique. So, she went along with his courting. But she set her own boundaries. She had hoped that Zen’in would come to like her because she was her, not as Mutsuki clan’s daughter.

As a result, she lost the bet. But at the same time, she found her resolve, not to get involved with sorcerers’ clans anymore. it might be a better choice for her to marry someone normal, living a normal life like normal people, away from this jujutsu world.

“You must be happy, little sister…” ~”~

Where does Satoru bring me to? His room of course. He sits me on his loft bed and begins to scent me. “I miss you.” He mumbled, having me in a back hug and peppering kisses on my neck, where my mark should be.

“I miss you too.” I smiled and tilted my head. Satoru swoops down for a kiss, a deep dizzying and electrifying kiss. We pull away from each other when need the exhausted oxygen. Satoru’s hand is ready to pull down my obi before our phones ring at the same time. The spell was broken and we looked at our phones, blushing slightly.

“Hello, Yae.”

“Fuu, is it a bad time now?”

“No, Satoru spirited me away, so we are just chilling now.”

“Oh… I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She giggled.

“You are not.” I shook my head.

“Hmmm… if you are sure. I was so sure you were breathless a few seconds ago.” I could smell her smirking miles away. I feel Satoru pulls me closer with his hand which is on my obi, letting out a small audible cackle.

“So, umm… what are you doing now?” Need to change the topic before it goes into dangerous territory.

“Oh, I want to consult you about something.”

“Consult?”

“Yes, Suguru is acting weird lately,” Yae said.

“…Hee…” The tone of my voice changed. “What kind of weird?”

“Hmm… he was always absent-minded when spending time together with me and seems to be thinking a lot and reading a lot of magazines.”

“What kind of magazines?”

“Fashion magazines for women.”

“…Might he be going to buy something for you?”

“Was I overreacting? I do get worried about him being absent-minded and not being able to help him really pains me.” Yae mumbled.

“I will ask Satoru to probe,” I told her and I looked at my fiancé who had been typing with high speed from…the moment his phone rang with notification.

“Satoru…” My eyes are trained on his fingers. ‘Is this why his fingers are so skilful?’ My mind flashes to not-so-innocent things that had been done by those fingers.

“What, love? Wait a moment for me, okay, love. Suguru is texting me.”

“What is Suguru talking about? Yae was worried about him for always being absent-minded.”

“…It’s that…”

“That?” I tilted my head. Satoru pauses for a moment, turns to me and whispers something to me. “Proposing.”

My eyes widen and my mouth makes an ‘o’ shape before a smile breaks into my lips. “Yae, looks like you don’t have to be worried after all.” I giggled at my best friend.

“Really…?”

“Yeah, I can’t tell you right now, but it’s not to be worried about.” I nodded.

“He is not sick or stressed about something right?”

“He is not. He might be stressed about something, but it’s not related to any jujutsu matter. I think he already got a counsellor. He should be fine.” I assured her.

“Oh, okay…” I could tell Yae was still worried though.

“I will update you if I find out more.”

“Okay, thanks, Fuu. Sorry to spring up to you today. It’s your engagement ceremony day too.”

“No worries. I am glad I can help you.” I smiled.

“Then, I am going to hang up now.” Yae smiled.

“Yes, see you later.” We then hung up.

“What about this Suguru proposing?” I looked at Satoru.

“He asked for advice about where to buy the ring, so I told him the store we visited. Seems like had already decided what kind of rings he should buy. Yae-chan will be in for a surprise later.” Satoru cackled.

“Do you know when he was going to do it?”

“He is planning it. That’s why he was running here and there to search for a perfect place to propose.”

“Hmm… but tell him not to make Yae worried so much or I might have to castrate him or something.”

“Will do, love.” Satoru flashed me a grin. “Speaking of rings.” He stood up, went to the nightstand, rummaged through the drawer and took out a small velvet box.

“Oh…” My eyes sparkled. “They are done.”

“Yeah, let me put it on for you.” Satoru smiled and knelt down on one knee. “Will you marry me, love?”

“Yeah, I would love to.” I beamed at him. Satoru then slides the ring on me. It was beautiful, the two inlaid polished precious gemstones in the colour of our eyes made a circle above and underneath the middle intricate design which is imbued by a small cut of diamond. Satoru then lifts my hand and kisses the ring then the middle joint of my finger and then the tip of my finger before putting it on his cheek.

“Let me put it on your finger.” Satoru gave me the other ring and I slid it in his left ring finger. I also do what he did to me, kissing the ring, the middle joint of his finger, and his fingertips and then intertwining his hand with mine. “Let’s be happy together, Satoru.”

“Yeah, we will, love. We most definitely will.”

“I might need to redo the proposal after all.” Satoru suddenly said again.

“Why?”

“Well, I want to do a grand proposal for you.” He whined.

“This is fine.” I laughed. “You can save the idea for the anniversary.”

“Okay.” He nodded and his expression changed again, “Should we continue?”

“No.” And there it is, the shock on his face.

“Fuu~~~”

“Our parents might call us later.” I rolled my eyes.

“Who cares about them.” He pouted.

“But I don’t want interruption. And it’s a hassle to put on furisode again.”

“You look perfect in that.” Satoru cupped my cheek.

“Thank you for choosing this for me.” I nuzzled into his big palm. “I love the colour.”

“My mother told you…”

“…oops.”

“Well, I just know you will look perfect dyed in my colour and scent.” He grinned that boyish rakish grin. Satoru then pulled us down to lay on his bed, just basking in each other presence, enjoying the warmth, the lull and the scent we offered to each other. ~”~

Omake

After being officially engaged with Satoru, this is my first time attending the gathering of big clans. Well, I was required to attend now because I am Gojo heir’s fiancé. On our way to the meeting room, well well, what do we have now? The resident misogynist, Zen’in Naoya.

“Well well, what do we have now? Satoru-kun and his little fiancé from Mutsuki clan.” He sneered.

“Well well, what do we have now? If it isn’t the resident misogynist. You smell bad, you wash up properly?” I scrunched my nose in disgust, putting a finger under my nose to block it. Satoru is cracking up at my attitude.

“You should really control your little Omega, Satoru-kun. Before I put her in her place.” He glared.

“Oh? Your nose must be blocked or something?” My cursed energy flared up and so was my scent.

“Alpha bitch.” Zen’in Naoya spat out.

“Yeah, and this Alpha bitch can wipe the floor together with your Alpha ass.” I swiped a small blade under my kimono sleeve and made a small cut motion, cutting his bang in a much more stylish unsymmetrical fashion. “Can’t even dodge now, Zen’in-kun.” I used the same mocking tone he used to call Satoru.

“You!” Zen’in Naoya shot his hand up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Naoya-kun.” His hand was stopped by infinity. “I was already unhappy that you called my cute lovely fiancé a bitch and now you even want to get physical. That absolutely can’t do. How about as the heir of three big clans we do this outside.” Satoru’s eyes shone brighter than ever, a small low primal growl escaped his throat.

“Tsk.” Zen’in Naoya then walked past us, in of course pissed off manner.

“Satoru,” I called.

“Hm?” Satoru’s smile is back.

“I love it when you do that.” I smiled.

“Do what?”

“That low primal growl you did. I love listening to it, you should do that often.” I giggled.

“…” Satoru looked at me with dilated pupils and pulled me by my hip. “…Consider your request is done, love.” He whispered in my ear while making that very same growl.

Omake 2

Spending time with Satoru in Jujutsu High means, I will meet his kouhais sooner or later.

“This is Nanami Kento-kun and Haibara Yu-kun.” Satoru grinned as he introduced them to me.

“Pleased to meet you, I am Mutsuki Fuuka.” I bowed.

“Ni-nice to meet you,” Haibara-kun replied nervously.

“Nice to meet you.” Nanami-kun returned my bow and, “Can I go now?” He looked at Satoru with a dead expression that spelt I don’t want to get involved with this person. My lips curl up at that.

“No no no no. Don’t be like that, Nanamin.” Satoru grinned. “Aren’t you training with cursed tools? Want to have a spar with my cute Alpha?”

“…Eh?” Haibara-kun blanked. “You are an Alpha?! I am sorry, I thought you were an Omega.” Haibara-kun bowed repeatedly.

“Ah, it’s fine. I got that a lot. There’s no need for you to apologize so much. It doesn’t bother me, really.” I calmed him down.

“To be honest, I thought you were more to a Beta.” Nanami-kun commented.

“Well, my cute Alpha here, looks like an Omega acts like a Beta but is actually an Alpha. Isn’t she adorable? And she even cursed me with a straw doll.” Satoru, somehow was so proud of the fact that I cursed him with straw doll.

“Oh, she is the legendary Omiai partner.” Haibara-kun blinked in realization.

“Satoru… how many people have you told about this?” I looked at him with a deadpan.

“I forgot?”

“He told every people had met,” Nanami-kun answered that for me.

“No cuddling for you.” I huffed. Satoru stops laughing in an instant, looks at me with disbelief and then despair and then wails a loud ‘No~~~~~~’

“If the introduction is over. I would like to take my leave.” Nanami-kun sighed.

“Eh? You didn’t want to spar with Mutsuki-san?”

“I think she is now too busy to do that.” Nanami-kun pointed out.

Yeah, with Satoru clinging to me like I was his lifeline, I am a bit too busy. “Be a good boy, Satoru.”

“No.” He huffed. “Not until you say you will let me cuddle however I like.”

“…” I exhaled a soft sigh and then whispered into his ear. “I will spoil you later.” And he freezes up, blinks rapidly and then his lips break into the widest grin ever. If there’s one thing that this unhinged, savage Satoru likes, it is to be spoiled by his mate, his Alpha. Though he doesn’t mind the other around. There’s just something about him being dominated by his Alpha mate that makes him feel complete or something like that.

“Okay.”

“…She knows how to handle Gojo-san,” Haibara-kun said in awe.

“Well, she is not his mate for nothing.” Nanami-kun sighed.

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