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moraxine · 6 months

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Echoes of The Heart [VI]

pairing: gojo satoru x fem! reader // geto suguru x fem! reader

genre: angst, smut

words: 5.9k

summary: having gojo satoru as a roommate comes with a weekly price. and while your best friend is busy fucking random people almost every friday night, this time you find yourself at a nearby bar, where you meet a mysterious man, suguru, that has his ways of entering your heart.

previous chapter

Amidst the soft hum of the bar, a symphony of whispers and laughter, you sat in a cocoon of your own making. The air seemed to shimmer with tension, a comforting energy that danced between you. Your gazes locked, souls entwined in a silent conversation that transcended words.

In those stolen moments, the world outside faded into a distant echo. It was as if time itself had decided to grant you a respite, allowing you to bask in the intoxicating allure of each other's presence. Your eyes held the secrets of a thousand shared memories, a tapestry woven with laughter, confidences, and the past promises of your friendship.

Each glance was a brushstroke, painting a portrait of longing and familiarity. The weight of your unspoken words hung in the air, a promise of the depths of your connection. In the soft glow of the bar's lights, your silhouettes merged, creating an ethereal tableau of yearning.

As you sat there, locked in this tender dance of gazes, it was as if the universe itself held its breath, honoring the sacred space you had carved out for yourselves. It was a moment suspended in time, a testament to the profound bond that bound your hearts together.

"I missed you. So much."

Though it had only been just a few days, you realized that in your heart, your best friend's confession was reflected. All this time, something was missing, an indescribable feeling of emptiness taking over, a feeling that was now starting to subsidize, like the storm in his eyes.

Your laughter, though soft, held a tinge of relief, a release of the pent-up tension that had gripped you both for quite long.

Gojo's admission hung in the air, a vulnerable confession that echoed in the corners of the bar. He ran a hand through his silver hair, a gesture of both frustration and acceptance.

Relief. Progress.

He was not there yet, no. But the road ahead seemed way more approachable, as your laughter gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he could make up for it all, for the waste of time even.

Your playful jest was a balm, a bridge back to the familiar ease you had once shared. Your eyes met again, this time with a gentler understanding. It was a silent acknowledgment that mistakes were woven into the fabric of every relationship, but it was in your shared laughter that you found the strength to mend.

In that moment, the weight of your recent turmoil began to lift. You were not just friends; you were two souls navigating the complexities of your emotions, striving to find your way back to each other. The memory of your past laughter still lingered, and in this fragile moment, you dared to believe that it could be rekindled at last.

With a shared shake of your heads, you let go of the lingering shadows and embraced the fragile promise of forgiveness. It was a first step, a tender gesture towards healing the fractures that had formed. In the quiet lull that followed, you knew that there was much left unsaid, but for now, you allowed the simple act of laughter to pave the way forward.

As Gojo's words hung in the air, the weight of his confession settled around you. His admission was raw and vulnerable, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Your heart swelled with a mixture of emotions, unable to find words to respond. You could only gaze at him, your eyes shimmering with affection and understanding.

Finally, in a soft voice tinged with sincerity, you admitted, "I missed you too, Satoru."

It was a simple phrase, but it held the weight of your shared history, the unspoken moments that bound you together. In that quiet exchange, you found solace in knowing that despite the recent turbulence, your connection remained intact. You were thankful that after everything, the spark was still there and Satoru seemed more than willing to continue from where things had taken a sudden halt.

In the dimly lit bar, the air seemed to hold its breath as Gojo reached out, his hand enveloping your smaller one. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent promise of comfort and understanding. Your fingers intertwined, creating a delicate bridge between you.

As your eyes met, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a moment of quiet intimacy. Gojo's gaze was earnest, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. In that silent exchange, words became unnecessary, for you understood each other in ways that transcended language.

With a tender sigh, Gojo leaned in, his lips brushing against your hand in a gentle kiss. It was a gesture of contrition, a wordless admission of his mistake. "I made a mess of things, didn't I?" he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I should've talked to you instead of letting my pride get in the way."

The sincerity in his words resonated deeply with you. Υou squeezed his hand, your own heartache melting in the face of his vulnerability. "We both made mistakes, Satoru," you murmured, your voice soft and forgiving. "But what matters is that we're here now, trying to make things right."

In that hushed sanctuary of shared remorse, you found solace. The weight of your previous misunderstandings began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of hope. You knew that healing would take time, but in that moment, you were willing to take the first steps toward reconciliation.

"I'm sorry."

You nodded, grateful for his compassion. "It's okay. I just... I couldn't bear the thought of being in that house, feeling like a stranger," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "But I shouldn't have left without talking to you first."

He gave your hand another reassuring squeeze. "I should've been more open with you, too," he admitted, his own remorse evident. "I fucked up."

You sat there, hands entwined, each silently acknowledging your faults. But in that shared moment of vulnerability, you also found strength. The willingness to forgive and move forward painted a glimmer of hope on the canvas of your complicated history.

Gojo's gaze bore into yours, his eyes holding a mixture of longing and hesitation. In that intense moment, you could sense that there was something more, something he had kept concealed for a long time. It was as if he teetered on the edge of a precipice, debating whether to finally unveil the truth that had been buried within him.

His lips parted, as if preparing to speak, but then he hesitated once again. It was as if he grappled with the weight of his words, understanding that once spoken, they could change the course of everything. The silence between you grew pregnant with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the quiet space.

You could feel the gravity of the unspoken revelation, your own heart pounding in tandem with his. It was a pivotal moment, a crossroads where their paths could either converge or diverge. The intensity of your connection seemed to hold the very essence of your souls in suspension, awaiting the choice he was about to make.

As Gojo's gaze wavered, you couldn't help but notice the subtle tremor in his fingers, a telltale sign of his nervousness. "Gojo Satoru," you started, your voice soft with a hint of concern, "you're acting like you've committed a crime. Should I be worried?"

He let out a small chuckle, though it held a trace of unease. "Nah, not without you, at least. I wouldn't survive in jail alone," he teased, but then the levity faded from his expression. He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours, as if drawing strength from your presence. "But there is something... something I've been keeping from you for a while now."

The weight of his words hung in the air, their gravity impossible to ignore. The room seemed to grow still, the very walls absorbing the intensity of the moment. You held your breath, waiting for him to continue, your heart pounding in anticipation of what he was about to reveal.

As Gojo's breath hitched, on the precipice of revealing his hidden truth, a new presence interrupted the charged atmosphere. Your senses sharpened, recognizing the approach before even turning to look.

This was something that had completely escaped your mind. Your desperation to meet Satoru had blinded your logic and urged you to make a foolish decision.

You didn't know why. Maybe it was the familiarity of the place, the comfortability and safety that it emitted for some inexplicable reason. Or maybe all these feelings we're starting to link to the man who had now interrupted your interaction with your best friend.

Sure enough, there stood Suguru, his eyes wide in surprise, scanning the scene before him. If you didn't know better, you would say that it was as though the universe had conspired to bring your worlds colliding together in that very moment.

Well, in fact, it was your own stupidity that would cause this-not so difficult to predict-chain of events.

Your heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the two men who held such different places in your life.

Your hands immediately removed themselves from Satoru's.

Suguru's sudden appearance and bold move sent a shockwave through the air, leaving a palpable tension in its wake. He smoothly draped his arm over your shoulder, a confident smirk dancing on his lips. His gaze met Gojo's, a glint of rivalry simmering just beneath the surface.

"Well, well, Satoru. It's been what, a decade?" Suguru's voice dripped with a mixture of feigned nostalgia and biting irony. Their shared history was a twisted tangle of friendship and enmity, forever bound by history.

Gojo, recovering from the surprise, studied Suguru closely. "Suguru," he acknowledged, his tone wary. His gaze shifted to you, a question hanging in the air. "Is this who you've been seeing?"

Caught in the middle of this clandestine war, you felt the weight of their shared history pressing on your shoulders. The truth hung in the air, waiting to be unraveled.

Your eyes darted between Suguru and Gojo, a whirlwind of confusion swirling within. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, and you couldn't help but wonder about the complex history these two shared.

"Do you two... know each other?" You ventured cautiously instead of answering the question, your voice carrying the weight of uncertainty.

Suguru, ever composed, offered a faint smile, though his eyes gleamed with a spark of challenge. "Our paths used to cross quite often, right, Satoru?"

Gojo, on the other hand, was far from composed. His anger simmered just below the surface, radiating waves of frustration. Abruptly, he surged to his feet, gripping your hand with a firmness that bordered on possessive.

"Let's go. Now," he insisted, his voice edged with urgency. His eyes bore into yours, burning with a mixture of protectiveness and concern. "If I knew you were seeing him, I would've never let you near him again."

And though you never admitted it, Satoru could just tell. From the way your cheeks flushed red, to the way you let Suguru wrap his arm around you without moving.

You had done this before, his touch wasn't alien to you.

And it hurt.

A lot.

As Gojo whisked you away, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were caught in the midst of a storm, one that you might not fully understand.

Your heart raced, caught between Gojo's intense grip and Suguru's unnerving calm. You tried to pull away, your brows furrowing in confusion. "Satoru, what's gotten into you?" You implored, your voice laced with concern.

But Gojo remained resolute, his steely gaze fixed on the exit. He didn't offer a reply, leaving you to grapple with whatever was starting to unravel.

Meanwhile, Suguru's aloof facade cracked just enough for a scoff to escape his lips. "Leaving so soon?" he inquired, his tone almost mocking. He turned his attention to you, his gaze piercing. "You might want to rein in your friend. He looks... rather displeased."

Your head spun, trying to piece together the puzzle of emotions and unspoken history that hung heavy in the air. With hesitant steps, you turned back to Gojo, her voice softer now. "Satoru, please. Talk to me."

Suguru's calm demeanor was almost unsettling as he settled onto a barstool, effortlessly lighting a cigarette. The thin trail of smoke that curled upwards seemed to mirror the unruffled composure he exuded. He glanced over at Gojo with an almost unnerving level of confidence.

"Join me, Satoru," he invited, his voice carrying an unusual blend of nonchalance and authority. It was a stark departure from the usual dynamic between the two, where tension often prevailed. This time, Suguru seemed strangely unafraid, as if he had anticipated this confrontation.

Gojo hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. For a moment, it seemed like he might turn and leave, but then something in Suguru's posture or perhaps in his words held him back. Slowly, Gojo let go of you and approached the bar once again, claiming a seat beside his old acquaintance.

The two sat in an almost eerie silence, the low hum of the bar's atmosphere wrapping around them. It was a precarious truce, an unspoken acknowledgment that this encounter was different from the countless others that had come before. And as the minutes passed, the air grew thick with anticipation, waiting for the first words to break the tension.

Satoru's voice held an unusual edge, a command that you weren't accustomed to. "Go outside and wait for me," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.

But your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "Excuse me?" You shot back, incredulity lacing your voice. "I'm not leaving until you explain to me what is going on."

Satoru grabbed your arm again, his grip tightening.

You weren't some kind of toy he could throw around whenever he wanted. And you definitely weren't going to leave without finding out the truth.

Thus, you didn't yield. You wrenched yourself free from his hold, a look of defiance in your eyes.

Suguru observed the scene with a calm detachment, cigarette still poised between his fingers. There was a sense of assurance about him, as if he expected this outcome. He raised an eyebrow at the unfolding drama, waiting to see what would transpire next.

You focused on Suguru, your expression a mix of confusion and concern. "A little context here, please?" You demanded, your voice firm.

Suguru glanced at you, his features devoid of any particular emotion. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Your best friend and my family have been at each other's throats for years, trying to sabotage my father's business in all sorts of malicious ways," he explained, as if discussing the weather. "Honestly, it's been more of a nuisance than anything. They've never succeeded, just been a pain in the ass."

Your eyes widened, struggling to process the revelation. The animosity between their families was never known to you, and to hear it framed so plainly was a shock.

You exchanged a wary look with Suguru, realizing that your connection now held much deeper implications than you'd initially thought.

Gojo's struggle for composure was palpable, his clenched jaw and furrowed brows revealing the turmoil within.

Suguru, seemed utterly unbothered by the tense atmosphere. He took a casual drag from his cigarette, then blew out the smoke, allowing it to curl around Gojo's face like a taunt.

"What's your game here, Suguru?" Gojo's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes fixed on his old best friend.

Suguru's lips quirked in a sardonic smile. "No game, Satoru. I was just passing by. Saw you and just thought we'd have a little chat, catch up on old times."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and you watched with growing apprehension, caught between the two men who held significant places in your life.

Gojo's anger was a simmering tempest, barely contained beneath the surface. He locked eyes with Suguru, his tone icy but seething with intensity. "Did you put her up to this? Did you convince her to leave?"

Suguru's response was a soft, almost mocking laugh. He seemed thoroughly unfazed by Gojo's ire. "You give me too much credit, Satoru. From what I hear, you've been handling that quite well on your own."

Turning towards you, he addressed you with a tone that was both casual and provocative. "Right, sweetheart?" His words hung in the air, a deliberate challenge. You felt the weight of their expectations, torn between the two men who held pieces of your now utterly torn in half heart.

The air seemed charged with tension, as if sparks could fly any moment. Your senses were keenly attuned to Suguru's every word and gesture, detecting the subtle undercurrent of passive aggression that he wielded like a finely honed blade.

As you stood between these two formidable men, a flashback washed over you. It was that night when you first met Suguru, the memory of your conversation etched vividly in your mind. You had casually mentioned Gojo Satoru, your best friend, never realizing the intricate connections that bound them.

Turning to Suguru, you couldn't help but feel a knot of unease tightening in your chest. "Why didn't you say anything when I told you about Satoru?"

Suguru's eyes held a glint of mischief, and a small smile played at the corners of his lips. His response was deliberate, his words chosen with care. "Well, sweetheart, where's the fun in giving away all the secrets at once? Some things are better left to unfold on their own. Or not at all, it doesn't matter to me."

Gojo's voice was laced with frustration and a tinge of desperation. "What lies has he been feeding you about me?"

Suguru's response was measured, his tone almost conciliatory. He placed a hand over his heart, as if emphasizing the sincerity of his words.

"To be perfectly honest, I haven't said much at all. You see, Gojo here, he's quite the master of self-sabotage. He's got a knack for messing things up all on his own."

There was a glimmer of amusement in Suguru's eyes, a touch of smugness that betrayed his satisfaction at the situation. You couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you, torn between the loyalty you felt for Gojo and the undeniable chemistry you shared with Suguru.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes darting between Suguru and Satoru, trying to make sense of the tangled web of emotions and motives.

And then it hit.

Hit like a bolt of lightning straight to the depths of your soul.

"Have you been using me to get back at him?" You asked, your trembling voice tinged with a mix of hurt and accusation at the realization.

"Is this some kind of twisted revenge for whatever rivalry you two had?"

Suguru's gaze held yours, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

"Sweetheart, I won't deny that our families have a history, but what's between us is entirely different. You're not a pawn in some old feud. I promise you that. And that's mainly the reason why I decided to skip this tiny detail when we met."

The intensity in his eyes was hard to ignore, and for a moment, you wavered, unsure of which truth to believe.

Your anger flared, eyes narrowing at Suguru's composed demeanor. "This whole knight in shining armor thing... You weren't just playing your part in some twisted game?"

Suguru smiled, infuriatingly sweetly. "If anything, I have Gojo to thank. Without him, our paths might never have crossed. And what's between us, it's real. Even though I didn't reveal everything about my history with Gojo, my feelings for you are genuine."

His words hung in the air, a perplexing mixture of sincerity and ambiguity. You were torn, unable to completely trust his assurances. You couldn't shake the feeling that there were still hidden truths, waiting to unravel.

Your gaze was fixated on Gojo, your expression resolute.

With gritted teeth and a death stare, Gojo got up took hold of your arm, gently this time, ready to lead you away, but Suguru's laughter cut through the tension.

"She has her own will, Satoru," Suguru chimed in, his tone light, almost mocking. "You can't force her to follow you."

Gojo's jaw clenched. He could have easily punched him, not once, or twice, but more times than he could actually count. However, that wasn't like him at all, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you away. All the steps he had managed to take towards reconciliation were starting to crack beneath his feet.

He met your gaze. "We'll talk about everything, I promise. But it has to be in private."

You shook your head, a steely resolve in your voice. "No more lies, or hiding. We discuss this now."

Suguru shrugged casually, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding drama. "Fine by me." His nonchalance grated on both Gojo and you, intensifying the already charged atmosphere.

Suguru leaned back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, the tip of his cigarette glowing faintly in the dim light. "Well, this is going to be quite entertaining," he mused, his tone tinged with amusement.

Your frustration simmered. You were caught in the middle of a rivalry you barely understood, and the nonchalant attitude of both men was infuriating. You shot them both a glare, your jaw clenched, determined not to let them see how much their clash affected you. This wasn't a spectacle for their amusement; it was your life and her feelings they were toying with.

Gojo's eyes bore into yours, filled with urgency. "Let's step outside, just you and me. We need to talk, please." he implored, his voice soft yet earnest.

You hesitated, torn between the two men whose lives seemed so intricately woven together. After a moment's contemplation, you realized that trying to change your best friend's mind would be in vain. Satoru could be very stubborn at times, and attempting to push him would only make matters worse.

"Alright, wait for me outside," you conceded, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of weariness.

Gojo nodded and left the bar without hesitation, as if the atmosphere was so suffocating, he couldn't bear it anymore.

You turned to face Suguru, determined to unravel the truth from this complex web of secrets and rivalry.

"You're an asshole."

Suguru gave you a small smile, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and sincerity. "Well, if 'asshole' is the title I've earned, I suppose I'll wear it," he said, his voice smooth.

He gestured to a nearby seat, offering you a moment to collect your thoughts. "But you can't deny, I've offered you sanctuary, made you feel safe. That should count for something, shouldn't it?"

His tone shifted, taking on a more serious note. "I won't lie, I'm attracted to you. I see potential, a connection. I want to build something, if you're willing. But unlike our dear Gojo, I'm not one to impose. Free will is a principle I hold dear."

Suguru's gaze didn't waver, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of intensity and respect. He waited, giving you the space to make your own choice.

Suguru leaned back, casually taking a drag from his cigarette. "You know, I'd suggest you head out there and talk to him. Gojo's always been better at the whole storytelling thing," he chuckled.

"But let me be honest. I might not be everyone's cup of tea, and I've got my fair share of flaws. But what I feel for you, it's real. If you choose to stick around, great. If not, that's fine too. I won't hold it against you."

The atmosphere was strangely calm as he spoke, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for your response.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. You felt terrible, unable to swallow the knot stuck in your throat.

Suguru was upfront and honest with his thoughts, feelings, everything.

You nodded, mustering a weak smile, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

You turned and walked out of the bar, the door chiming softly behind you. The night air was cool against your skin, but it offered little comfort for the turmoil raging within you. You were left with a maelstrom of thoughts, trying to make sense of the tangled web of emotions and truths that have just unraveled before you.

And worst of all, you had to make up your mind.

As you stepped out into the crisp night air, you found Gojo waiting for you, his expression a mixture of worry and guilt. He moved towards you, arms outstretched for a hug, but you stepped back, your eyes searching his face for answers.

"Satoru," you began, your voice firm, "I need to hear everything. What's going on between you two?"

Gojo's eyes dropped to the ground for a moment before he met your gaze. He took a deep breath, clearly preparing to explain a story that had been hidden for far too long.

Gojo sighed heavily, his breath visible in the chilly air. "Alright," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "Suguru and I used to be best friends, you know? We grew up together, practically inseparable."

He paused, memories of the past playing in his mind. "But our families... they had their own... businesses," he chose his words carefully. "Things got complicated, and well, we ended up on opposite sides of a line we never wanted to draw. It was just too much, too messy. We had to part ways."

You listened, your heart aching for the complexities of Gojo's past. You couldn't help but wonder how it had shaped the man he was today.

Gojo's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resolution as he continued. "Suguru's dad, he started getting involved in some... shady dealings. Suguru went along with it, and I couldn't accept that path. It tore at the very core of our friendship."

He took a deep breath, the weight of those memories pressing on him. "One day, we had a heated argument. It was fierce, and in the end, I... I just declared that it was over. That our friendship had come to an end right there."

You could feel the gravity of the situation in his words. It was evident that this chapter of Gojo's life had left a profound mark on him.

You spoke gently, trying to find some common ground. "People change, Satoru. Maybe Suguru has too."

Gojo's expression darkened, and he shook his head. "No, he hasn't. He's still deeply involved in those illegal activities. Trust me, you won't be safe with him."

Air-conditioning units for penguins.

It was a stark revelation, one that painted a grim picture of Suguru's present. Your heart sank, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The air grew heavy with unspoken tension as your mind raced through the events of the past few days. Gojo broke the silence, his voice careful. "Do you... like Suguru?"

Did you?

The answer was quite clear until Satoru started acting strange, bringing thoughts into your mind that you wouldn't even dare speak out loud a few days before.

You hesitated, uncertainty in your eyes. "I don't know, Satoru. It's all been so overwhelming."

He frowned, his concern evident. "You should know by now."

"Why do you care so much?" The words slipped out before you could stop them, your frustration and confusion bubbling to the surface.

You knew the answer now, of course. As confused as you might have seemed a couple minutes ago, you were struck by a wave of clarity, which made everything worse.

Sometimes, the happiest people are the ones living in oblivion.

Gojo's gaze flickered, avoiding yours, as if he were searching for an escape in the dimly lit night. Your voice, steady but tinged with urgency, cut through the quiet air. "Look at me, Gojo. And tell me the truth."

He turned his gaze back, meeting your eyes, his expression a mix of emotions. You continued, voice steady. "You started acting weird long before you found out it was Suguru I was seeing. Why?"

The seconds seemed to stretch, filled only with the distant sounds of the night. The weight of his silence hung heavy in the air.

Gojo's discomfort was evident as he struggled to find the words. "I... I felt jealous," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes couldn't quite meet yours anymore; instead, they darted away, seeking refuge in the dark corners of the street.

"Jealous?" You repeated, incredulous. "But why, Satoru?"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I didn't understand it either," he admitted, his gaze finally locking with yours. "I've never felt that way before. I thought we were just roommates, best friends, but..." His voice trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Your voice carried a mix of frustration and hurt. "Is it fair, Satoru? You hook up with whomever you please, and I can't even go on a date without you making it a big deal?"

Gojo's eyes held a hint of remorse, and he sighed heavily. "You're right," he admitted, a touch of regret lacing his words. "I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's just... even thinking of you with someone else, it hit me harder than I expected."

The tension between you was palpable, each word a weighty admission of the complex emotions.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What... what the hell was that supposed to mean?"

Alright.

Gojo looked straight into your eyes, his gaze unwavering. "It means I have feelings for you, y/n. I only realized when you left," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I can't function properly without you around. All this time, the things I've done with other people...Fuck, I don't know, I guess I was trying to get over you even though I wasn't even aware of these feelings. Because, honestly, none of these women meant shit to me."

"And that night when you came home, I did everything just to annoy you. Because I wanted to tell you that things had started to change for me, even though I wasn't really sure, but you were out with someone else and it pissed me off. I felt I was about to lose you."

"And I have, haven't I? I've lost you to that scum, who's in there pretending to be the bigger person." He was practically shouting now, unable to keep his anger under control any longer.

The weight of Gojo's confession hung in the chilly air, and the weight of it was too much to carry.

Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process the revelation. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign that he might be joking, but all you found was sincerity.

You didn't expect it to be like this, at all.

"I... Satoru, I..." your voice wavered, emotions swirling within you. You never expected this, not in a million years. "I don't know what to say..."

Gojo's gaze softened, his hand reaching out tentatively, as if asking for permission. "You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know."

Tears glistened in your eyes, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a touch of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I need time to think," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "Of course, take all the time you need. Just... know that I mean every word."

With that, he awkwardly turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, with thoughts in a whirlwind. You watched him go, your mind racing, trying to make sense of it all. This was a turning point, a crossroads you never saw coming.

You stood there, caught in the gravity of your decision. Each step in either direction felt like a step into an entirely different world. You glanced back towards the bar, where Suguru sat, watching.

Turning your gaze forward, you imagined chasing after Gojo, catching up to him, and pouring your heart out. But you knew that would change everything. Your dynamic would shift irrevocably, and there would be no going back.

In that frozen moment, you knew you had to make a choice, one that would shape the future. It was a decision between familiarity and the unknown, between history and possibility.

Taking a deep breath, you headed towards the person who had shown you kindness, a glimpse of love tenderness. who had been there for you during it all. It wasn't an easy choice, but it felt like the right one for now.

SUGURU ENDING

You entered the bar with a newfound determination. You spotted Suguru sitting there, his eyes brightening when he saw you. The tension that had hung in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of anticipation.

You locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. This was a new beginning, a fresh start. You took your seat opposite Suguru, a small, genuine smile playing on your lips. You felt a sense of comfort and ease in his presence.

As the moments passed, you gazed at each other, your expressions filled with excitement and curiosity. There was a shared sense of embarking on something unknown but promising.

Suguru extended a cigarette towards you, a silent invitation. You accepted it, knowing that this small gesture held significance. It marked the beginning of a connection, a bond that held potential for something more.

As you both lit up, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if recognizing the weight of this moment. The ember of the cigarette glowed, casting a warm, amber light on your faces. It was an acknowledgment of the choices you had made, and the paths you were now walking together.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"You won by almost 5 percent on that endgame poll, by the way."

Suguru laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Oh did I? Tell me more about it, sweetheart."

SATORU ENDING

In that decisive moment, your heart guided you towards the person who had always held a special place in it. You couldn't let Gojo slip away, not without letting him know how you truly felt.

And even though it wasn't quite clear yetz the mere thought of being away from him for good was killing you. The mere thought of him with another person was now making you feel uneasy.

With determination in your steps, you hurried after him, your voice ringing through the air, "Satoru!" He turned, surprised to see you chasing after him.

As you reached him, you didn't waste a second. You stretchesd to reach him as you took his face in your hands, your touch both gentle and resolute. Your eyes locked, a powerful connection sparking between you. The rain started to fall, casting a veil of freshness around you.

We love shitty cliches in this story.

"Wherever we go, let's always go together."

Time seemed to slow, the world fading away as you drew closer. Your lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a proclamation of the feelings you had kept hidden, a culmination of years of unspoken affection that was just now being unraveled.

Raindrops danced around you, mirroring the joy that blossomed in your hearts. It was a moment of pure vulnerability and truth, a declaration that your souls were intertwined in a way that couldn't be denied.

In that embrace, you knew that you had found your way back to where you truly belonged. The rain washed away the doubts and uncertainties, leaving only the certainty that Satoru had always been the one who held your heart.

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Doomed pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Warnings: Smut, cursing, implied dub-con, reader with anxiety, panic attacks. Readers age is unspecified but implied 21+

GN reader

“𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.”

Gojo satoru: some things about him-

6’5

28 years old

The first to be born with both limitless and six eyes in centuries.

His eyes are blue, he loves sweet food,

And he fucks the same way he talks.

Cocky, smart, and always knows something you don’t.

He can read you like an open book, except that book is on a lectern with a light shining down on it and the pages move on their own so he doesn’t even have to try to look through it.

You weren’t allowed to have secrets around him. Not when his fingers danced across your body in a way that you would’ve given anything to him. He expertly picked all your locks as if there was no reason for them to even be there.

Recently Gojo Satoru had become the only staple in your life. The only familiar thing, only comforting pattern and recognizable face.

So when you just fucking went for it and kissed him, you barely even thought twice.

Worst case scenario you blame it on the alcohol-

But then his hand slid up to the back of your head and held it like precious pottery.

Sacred, unique, and incredibly valuable.

You let out a groan of frustration after the second kiss that was much more needy and your forehead clinked against his glasses.

“What’s wrong?”

“Damn glasses…”

He chuckled at you before taking them off and reaching past you to put them on the nightstand

“Like to see my eyes?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right.”

He said cockily

“Just shut up and keep going, You’re less handsome when you talk.”

His hand flew to your waist and he dug his slender fingers in causing you to let out a crude moan, which he cut off by pressing against your face again.

You almost couldn’t keep up with him, it wasn’t that he was desperate- he was just that good.

You were frenzied in your effort to not be left behind, you wanted to be someone that he would remember if this was going to be a one time thing.

A one time thing…

You didn’t want this to be. You wanted to be with him like this again, and again, and again. Until your body remembered his shape.

You didn’t like how fast you were falling for him, but you decided to not think about that right now. And instead focus on how you were going to fuck him tonight.

Tunnel vision was set straight onto him. You were mid kiss and his hand was becoming eager, searching and squeezing across your lower torso. But not going higher or lower than that

With one hand you put on his should you mounted his lap and put your thighs either side on his

You did so clumsily, but before you had the chance to mess up he guided you with his hand on the small of your back

You were holding yourself up by your knees, trying to cater to his comfort.

He caught wind of that quickly and wrapped his arms around your waist slamming you down on him.

“Don’t hold back on me. I am the strongest after all.”

You didn’t even care how much of a narc he was being.

One of his hands remained on your hips, and the other began to slowly trail its way up to your shoulder. His delicate traces leaving goosebumps where he ghosted your skin.

You two started making out again, growing more and more impatient.

His fingers were cold, and they teased the entrance of your clothing fiddling with the hem.

Sukunas fingers are warm.

A memory that wasn’t yours suddenly invaded your mind. It was fuzzy and convoluted. A parasite had planted itself into your brain and was saying things that weren’t true. Were they? How would you have any way of knowing what he felt like…

Where did it come from?

You must not have been as inconspicuous as you thought, because you were suddenly snapped out of by the sensation of cool air hitting your exposed chest.

“Don’t lose interest now.”

He smugly said while shamelessly staring at your chest.

“I’m.. im not.”

You whined.

“Not what? Sorry babe couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m not losing interest!”

“Mhm. Good.”

With a satisfied hum he pressed the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, the sudden cold feeling perking them up effective immediately.

“Ah! Shit…”

You stifled a moan as he began rubbing slow circles and pinching one

“Now you’re back. Thought I lost you there for a sec.”

You whined as he started kissing down your neck, delicately at first. But then as he worked his way down and abandoned your chest along the way, instead moving his hand to your lower back, bucking your hips into him.

He worked his way back up to your mouth for a sensual kiss.

You both let out an involuntary groan upon feeling the sensation of grinding against each other, pressure finally being somewhat relieved.

He left your mouth much to your protest and latched onto your collarbones, suckling on the sensitive skin. You felt his teeth graze against it and that slight pain made you bite your lip.

He worked his way around your chest, nibbles, suckles, kisses, and love bites.

You just couldn’t get enough of him, Drunk on the high he gave you.

He separated himself from you and whispered in your ear.

“Where do you want me?”

“Fuck… I don’t know satoru.”

You whisper shouted in frustration. You didn’t have a plan going into this, you just wanted him to fuck you!

“Here, then?”

He tapped a finger between your legs at your arousal.

Your body jumped at his impact, So sensitive- so ready.

You nodded your head yes.

Without warning he shifted his hands under your thighs and seemingly effortlessly manhandled you onto your back. He had his hand on the back of your head as if you were precious pottery.

So pretty, so special, so valuable.

he was straddling you, his legs on either side of your body, trapping you in.

“What kind of mood are you in tonight babe?”

You looked up at him, previously avoiding his gaze.

You really didn’t care.

“Any.”

“Any?”

He slowly moved a hand down your body, until he reached your needy hole.

“Yes!”

You said desperately between shallow breaths.

He prodded the tip of his finger through the fabric of your clothes at the entrance.

Both of you were shirtless, but annoyingly still had pants on.

“Focus on me.”

You gulped but obliged. He moved his head down your body occasionally leaving sweet kisses against your exposed skin, never breaking eye contact.

You elevated yourself up by your shoulders once he went farther down.

He reached your legs, the bottom half of his face was gone past the view of your body. His eyes still never breaking away.

He held his hands to your hips and pulled them into his face. And with one swift lift of the hips and tugging of the clothes, he removed the rest of your bottoms minus the underwear.

He threw them behind his head without a second glance.

You threw your head back with a muffled “fuck” when he gently bit the inside of your thigh.

“You watching?”

He looked up at you again, and with some sloppy kisses worked his way up to your hips. Then, in one fluid motion his teeth latched onto the edge of your underwear, and he pulled them down your legs, letting them dangle from your foot and fall pathetically onto the floor.

And there you were, in a state of such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but shy your head away. You didn’t even want to imagine what you looked like right now. Hair a mess, tear stained cheeks, puffy lips, and sore injured body.

You bet you looked pathetic. You suddenly became insecure and moved your arms over your chest and body.

“What’s wrong?”

He rested his head against your inner thigh and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Jus’ cold.”

Leaving one hand on your hip, he reached out to the other and grabbed a soft fluffy blanket and graciously draped it over your legs. You pulled it up a little to cover your chest.

“Thank you…”

With this newfound screen of privacy, he couldn’t see your face anymore. But you also couldn’t see his. You only saw your knees, and a blanket covered protrusion between them.

One hand smoothly worked up your thigh, slipping underneath it and pushing your legs back. Now he had full exposure to all of you.

You were so glad he couldn’t see your face, because you knew whatever face you didn’t hold back your flustered expressions anymore.

You couldn’t see only feel. And what you felt started off with one finger slowly entering you.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“You look so pretty like this…”

You were bouncing up and down another man’s cock. You couldn’t see his face. Just a fog of skin and sweat.

Deep talons of nails were sunken into your hips, certainly breaking the skin. But he persisted, not giving you a chance to recover as he mercilessly pounded you in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Bliss and torture.

He handled you roughly. So rough you’d think he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He was doing it just the right amount you liked it.

“If only they could capture memories. Id save this image and paint it on every wall.”

Walls. The walls around you were tall, lanterns lit up along them revealing a series of paintings. Traditional Japanese style paintings… you look around to see it’s an old building. Well- it looks new but this type of architecture doesn’t exist anymore except in historical temples and older homes.

He pulled your face towards him, back hunched to be closer to you. His force was tough, but controlled.

“What are you looking at, Angel?”

You were snapped back into your reality when Gojo’s fingers reached up to your G-Spot.

You moaned from the sudden shift in sensation.

Your heart was beating fast. You couldn’t tell him what you just saw- what would you say? “Sorry I just had a vision of me fucking another man.”

You tried to rub away the memory but everytime you closed your eyes it flashed back to you like fragments to a picture. Trying to piece itself together but you didn’t let it.

“Fuck… Satoru!”

You needed a distraction and you needed it now,

“Fuck me.”

He came out from under the blanket. Cheeks flushed from the heat, sweat glistening his forehead and he sported a shocked but grinning face

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You said pleadingly.

You knew you weren’t entirely ready. But maybe the shock would get out of your fucking daydreaming.

You had the most beautiful man alive sitting between your legs and you were zoned out thinking about…

You shuddered. You didn’t even let his name leave your thoughts.

“Alright Angel.”

Angel.

He stood up from between your legs a visible but subtle boner hiding beneath his buttoned pants.

He reached over to the nightstand to take out an open box of condoms.

Open. He had used this box before.

No- you had no right to be jealous. He doesn’t belong to you, you knew the type of man he was the first day.

He sat next to you giving you one last kiss before unbuttoning his pants and resting against his headboard, Sitting upright. He began slowly unbuttoning his pants, savoring your reaction. He was moving too damn slow.

You moved yourself to be sat on his thighs, waiting impatiently for him to finish. With slow and torturous movements he opened his pants and pulled his cock through his boxers.

You sat up to help him quicken the process, he tore it out of the package and you helped him roll it down his insane length. The contact from your hands made his thighs flex under you. A subtle but noticeable reaction.

It wasn’t a surprise but you were still out off guard at how long he was. Of fucking course he had to be packing. No one that confident is walking around and isn’t hung like a goddam horse.

You had to just sit back to admire him for a minute;

White strands of hair fell over his face, it just looked so soft. His cheeks were dusted pink, and eyes half lidded. As much as he had been holding out on you, you knew he was still horny too.

It was average width, and a good 7-8 inches. The tip was pretty pink, he had two small but noticeable veins running along both sides.

He must’ve been tired of your gawking because he leaned forward and grabbed you by your hips, adjusting you so you were hovering over him.

“Impatient.”

You grinned at him

“Guilty.”

He teased

You moved one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his cock still beneath you.

You were nervous, but you couldn’t show it. With one deep inhale you began sinking yourself onto him.

His hands gripped your hips harder, he looked at you patiently and with that same smirk.

You felt a sharp pain when he went in. And even though you were taking your time, he never bucked his hips up, he just sat there waiting.

You had stayed still for a moment. Chest heaving in deep breaths as you tried to steady yourself.

You ignored the pain, forcing yourself to adjust onto him, and slowly pushing yourself farther down until you bottomed out, involuntarily taking a sharp moan and hissing from the pain.

He let out a deep breath. Eyes closed, he was keeping his composure for you.

You moved your hands to his chest. The stinging sensation was still there, you felt like a fucking Virgin with his monster cock.

“Are you sure you want to be on top?”

He whispered.

“No…”

You just wanted to mount him as soon as possible.

“What do you want?”

“You always ask that.”

“It’s important!”

You took a few deep breaths from your nose, moving your hips in little circles getting adjusted to him.

His eyes clenched back shut, he sat up and dig his face into the crook of your neck.

When he finally settled in, and you had been ready- the tip of him kisses the end of you so sweetly.

A perfect fit.

(With foreplay)

The temporary sting subsided, and you began to clench around him. Now you were the one teasing

You felt his hair tickle your shoulders and back. You couldn’t see his face but you wished, when you moved your hips ever so slightly in shapes and you heard him take sharp inhales each time. You could tell he was growing more sensitive with each passing second. But he still refused to give up.

One particular clench, made him gasp then suddenly reach his hand up towards you but he stopped himself before it reached anything.

You were pretty sure you knew what he wanted.

You moved his hand up your chest, he snuck in some squeezes and punches along his way up until you settled it at your neck.

He moved to look up at you. His eyes had uncertainty in them, but you reassured him with a comforting shoulder squeeze, sweet smile, and affirming nod. You trusted him

“I’m ready.”

Upon saying that you started to rise up and sink yourself back onto him again.

Slow, painful motions not nearly enough for either of you.

“Stop that…”

“Stop what?”

You gave him innocent doe eyes.

“Being a fucking tease.”

He grinned at you, but lust was laced in his words and glazed over his eyes

“What are you gonna do about it?”

You tested the waters.

“Being a brat huh?”

You shrugged with a malicious smirk.

“Want me to fuck you silly, huh?”

Something in his demeanor shifted, his grip on your neck finally had some pressure applied into it. He squeezed in the sides, not hurting you by actually choking you.

You clenched around him when he did that; leg muscles flexing and a small moan leaving your lips.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me, Angel.”

With a swift motion and no warning, he had you flipped over in seconds. Doggy, your elbows almost buckled from the sudden shift in weight. But you managed to keep yourself up.

His hands moved to your hips, and he started to slowly fuck you. He was in the depths of your body, reaching all the right places

You couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers with each of his thrusts.

He started off rough and slow, taking himself so far out you thought he was gone and then he would slam himself back into you balls deep.

“Satoru!”

You loved this, but you became needy and wanted him to go faster. Each time the head of his cock grazed that spot inside you, you clenched around him.

“What is it?”

In a husky voice he lowered himself down, and grumbled it into your ear.

“You gotta tell me what you want.”

You whined. You didn’t want to talk, want to think. You just wanted him to fucking you faster

“Want me to do fuck you dumb huh? Make you drunk off my cock.”

You gulped and started to moan in response.

You still didn’t know the extent of his powers, and you may never know- but a picture was painted with the way he slammed your hips into his like you were nothing. You had no control over the situation at all, he set the pace, he picked the speed, and he had your hips.

His pace picked up to a more desperate speed, but not once did he ever falter from pure skill. Bo matter how fast he became, each thrust had meaning- each movement had purpose.

All you could do was keep yourself upright. Elbows trying to buckle and betray you at every point.

Eventually you could no longer feel each thrust, no longer feel the stretch and shape of his cock. It all meshed together in one painfully pleasurable blur. You were totally opened up to him, skin against skin became numb. All that was left was the feeling of the nerves inside of you knotting into a breaking point.

You tried reaching down to touch that part you needed most between your legs, but when you lifted your arm you threatened to collapse. He put an arm around your stomach and hips, keeping you upright. You succumbed to your weekends, arms failing you and face pressed against the mattress.

One of his hands reached down between your legs and began taking care of your most sensitive spot, his fingers moved skillfully and with purpose, but started to become less coordinated.

He was close. And so were you.

He bent his head down and whispered into your ear with a clean rasp.

"You take me so well."

"You take me so well..."

It felt like hours that he had been fucking you. The word "Limit" was long gone from your vocabulary.

That's how it had to be with Sukuna.

As he was in the battlefield, he was in the bed.

Merciless, rough, passionate.

Sukuna was flying too close to the sun until you fell into the ocean.

Lighting a candle but the flame touches your fingertips and burns you.

Standing in the summer heat too long until you grow tired.

Being with him was dangerous. You're a skydiver, a risk-taker, or maybe just an idiot.

But it was easy to forget about those things when he was so good at making you deny yourself time to think. Any time he'd see you dozing off he had no hesitance to remind you of who you were with.

A sharp pull of the hair, slap of the ass, a bruising grip of the thighs.

Or when he would fuck you throughout the night, and your whole body was sore.

But then there were those moments of tantalizing touches and wordless whispers.

You sat between his legs, and he traced a finger along your shoulders down to the new silk robe he got you. Expensive and intricate, in deep red. His favorite color. It was funny how much effort that would be made into the creations of these, perfectly stitched together thread by thread by the finest artisans and craftsmen. Just for it to be ripped in half later, one of his favorite games.

You were his most prized possession, his little trophy. Tucked away into the corners of his temple, hidden beyond sight. No one deserved to see you anyway.

Gojo fell on your back holding himself up with one arm, running kisses down your skin between labored breaths.

He had finished, and you didn't even remember.

You let out a shaky sigh.

He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then he flopped over next to you, sitting upright on the bed.

You were still starstruck by everything that just happened. You laid yourself down, wincing as you did from the growing sore spot between your legs. Of course he left you sore.

You wanted to say something, but the silence was deafening.

You looked over to the sound of the sheets moving.

Gojo had gotten up, put on his pants and went into the kitchen. you sat upright, still dazed. Sukuna, you, these memories.

Gojo came back in with a glass of water and your clothes.

"Thanks..."

You mumbled.

You were confused, tired, and disoriented. but above all else, Guilty.

You weren't together but you felt like you had cheated. The image of someone else fucking you continuously popping up in your mind.

Sukuna.

"Youre quiet."

Gojo was smiling at you, buttoning up his pants.

"That good huh?

You scoffed

"Shut it."

you started sipping on the water he brought to you, your mouth was surprisingly dry. The water helped you clear your head.

Sukuna.

You shut your eyes as you gulped down the rest of the cool fluid. Your hand was involuntarily shaking.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm alright. Just tired."

"I'll let you sleep then. Don't forget to pee!"

"Where are you going?" You muttered quietly.

"The couch."

You stared at him with a blank yet annoyed expression.

"So, you'll fuck me but won’t sleep in the same bed as me?"

He chuckled at you.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself or him, but you were clingy, and still scared, and you wanted someone close to you.

Sukuna.

He laughed you off.

"I just think it's more polite to have my guest sleep on the bed and I sleep on the couch is all."

You huffed.

"You're cute when you pout."

He easily dodged a pillow thrown at him and laughed.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Yeah..."

And then, it was quiet.

Sukuna.

Gojo thought about saying something.

He looked up at the dark ceiling, laid back on his couch.

He couldn't sleep, the rhythmic sounds of the vent and cars driving by kept him awake because he was hyper-vigilant. Something about you had him on edge.

He nitpicked every detail of you and memory with extreme precision.

Another thing about Gojo Satoru, was that his own greatest weakness was himself.

Since he was born his fate has been defined by his abilities. He was always exceptional and gifted, so he never had to be anything more than that.

He always had everything. Love, adoration, power, strength, persistence, money.

He got whatever he wanted and always had what he needed.

Until he met you.

Do you want to know something else about Gojo Satoru?

He doesn't know who he is. Because as he's walked through life- the road was always smoothly paved before him, never having to do anything except lift his feet and move them.

He didn't have the privilege of ever receiving a challenge. And while that may sound great for some people, it leaves those who always had the answers before, behind.

He shifted himself upwards, he needed a distraction. He put on his shirt, his glasses, and went to one of the few things that brought him comfort.

When Satoru didn't know who he was, or ever had doubts- he went clubbing.

Some nights were for dancing, some for drinking, and some for debauchery.

Tonight was anything he could get his hands on. And right now, that was a hot brunette wearing two pieces of fabric leaving so little to the imagination she shouldn't have even bothered wearing anything at all who looked just like his celebrity crush.

But even with his tongue down her throat, he knew he couldn't do anything about it- because someone else was already in his bed tonight.

The way everyone threw themselves at him always made him feel better. Because no matter what he loses, he'll always have his looks.

The way he was fawned over like a celebrity made his confidence begin to rise again. He had one person stroking their fingers through his hair, another in his lap as he laid his head back sipping an expensive drink.

How?

Then, he had someone grinding against him on the dance floor. The bass from the speakers reverberated through his body. The music was almost enough to clear his mind- almost loud enough.

Why you?

He had some hot blonde pinned against the bathroom wall, kissing down on his neck as they desperately grinded against his thigh.

He barely even sensed cursed energy on you the first time you met.

He was doing a body shot on a topless woman, licking the salt off her stomach as he held down her hips. Some lime juice dribbled down his chin, quickly another person turned his face to lick it off. The bitter taste of alcohol on his lips mixing with the tartness of the juice. He smiled against their lips as they pressed into his.

Why don't you know anything?

He leaned against the cool brick outside, checking the time to read it was already past 5 am.

His head was spinning, he may have overdone it last night- and worse- he had work in a couple hours.

"Shit..."

Your eyes fluttered open to light peaking in through the blinds and the sound of morning birds. The setting was peaceful, the bed was comfy, and you were no longer sore- but you did have to pee.

Overall, physically you felt great, but there was an all too familiar feeling of loneliness in you.

You went to the bathroom, grateful that you didn't have a UTI even though you forgot to go even after Gojo reminded you.

Gojo. You painfully remembered how you woke up alone.

You had to convince yourself that you were okay. After all, you knew the type of man Gojo was. You consented; he didn't owe you anything.

When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had a big shirt on that you didn't remember putting on.

Did he dress you? Or were you that drunk? either way, embarrassing.

But one thing especially caught your attention.

Your bruises were gone. The only thing left were... Hickeys and bites.

You put your hands on your face. So last night did happen.

In a desperate attempt to try and forget all the embarrassing memories, you went to the kitchen.

Making yourself some coffee and breakfast- alone.

Gojo was gone. But there was a sticky note pasted hastily on the fridge door.

Meet at school when you're awake :D

-G

You were indubitley pissed off.

At first, his leaving you cold turkey post-hook-up was something you ignored. But then you had too much time alone. His fancy shower, eating breakfast, navigating through Tokyo to find the school with his cryptic ass instructions, you two having literal sex but him thinking that sleeping in a bed with you was where he should draw the line.

Him not being here. You were more upset at yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but Gojo was just so easy to be annoyed at.

When you made it to the school, you could've sworn that the buildings were in different places, somehow always getting lost.

He didn't tell you where to go, just to be there. So, you went where you wanted to go. You explored the gardens, the old architecture, and then you settled for sitting down in the training field. The grass was soft, the sun was out but gentle against your skin. Brief moments like these in silence where rather than being stuck in your own head you were content were precious, sacred, and also uncomm-

"Y/NNNNNNN!"

Interrupted by Gojo.

"Stop you don't have to yell at me I can hear you!"

He was running towards you at an alarming rate, which caused you to in turn also scream at him to slow down.

He almost crashed into you, and you braced yourself, but before you knew it you were standing up because he had thrown you over his shoulder.

"What the hell Satoru?!?!!"

You shouted in his ear.

"Today is your first day of training!"

"Training?!"

You were going to say, "Training for what?" Before he started to book it across the campus.

You weren't given time to react as you instinctively clutched onto his shirt, a driving force from your hands almost tearing holes into the fabric.

You couldn't even see where you were going because the speed at which you were moving made all the buildings a blur.

You were abruptly set down in front of a door of an unfamiliar building. tears pricked your eyes, and you were shaky and disoriented from that complete assault.

You almost fell over but stabilized yourself on him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you just tell me where it was?!"

"it's more fun this way!"

You were going to face him but before you could he shoved you into a dark room with... A couch and Itadori.

What kind of training is this? An intervention?

"Oh, Hey!"

Yuuji sat on the couch holding a stuffed animal, surrounded by DVD cases, soda cans, and a variety of snacks.

You awkwardly waved back at the optimistic Yuuji.

"you're more useful to me if you stay alive this time."

Sukuna.

Yuuji held Sukuna.

"I can see your confusion. This training is to learn how to control your cursed energy!"

You gave him a look of confusion, one eyebrow up and the other furrowed with a "that doesn't help" look.

He pulled out of his jacket pocket a small rabbit that had comedically large red eyes, and monstrously sharp claws.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"This is the principals cursed technique, as you can see, Yuuji has one."

So that's what that was. You looked closer and it was breathing.

"Yuuji do you mind demonstrating?"

"Aw man, do I have to?"

Yuuji sighed at Gojo's silence and lifted his hands from the... bear puppet. And braced himself like he was about to be hit.

And then he was hit. It decked him square across the face.

He retaliated holding his nose and doubling over in pain, It went to get him again, but Gojo quickly intercepted it. The second he touched it; it went to sleep.

"Trained jujutsu's sorcerers can constantly emit a stream of cursed energy, and that's how you learn to start using it in fights."

"In fights? Youre not expecting me to regularly fight, are you?!"

"Of course not. You're going to be a teacher!"

"What are you talking about. I have a job already, Gojo."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you got laid off."

You stared at him blankly, Yuuji could read the room and slowly slunk into the couch, looking away with a nervous expression.

"You're joking. You better be fucking with me Gojo."

He simply looked at you.

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god. You're not joking. Haha..."

You put a hand to your forehead

"We sent in your letter of resignation a couple days ago."

Yuji sank down into the couch, staying completely silent as the awkwardness grew. The tension in the air was so thick it might've well been smog.

"Are you okay?"

"NO I AM NOT OKAY!"

"Why? You can have a better job now!"

Yuuji let out a slow shaky exhale. Cringing audibly each time his sensei spoke.

"You can't just fucking do that SATORU!"

"I understand it's pretty messed up I forgot to tell you but..."

Yuuji perked up upon hearing you use Gojo's first name. were you two close?

"YOU THINK?!"

And then he sunk back down.

"This is too fucking far. You don't just get to come into my life and tell me you're taking care of it, and then leave me unemployed. You really are such a conceited douche, and I cannot believe that for a single second, I thought there was a redeemable quality about you!"

You stormed out.

You had come off as angry and unreasonable, but the truth was you were terrified.

That all too familiar feeling of your breath becoming shallow and lungs becoming heavy hit you the second you reached outside.

Alone, you needed to be alone.

You frantically searched around clawing at your shirt where your heart was. You couldnt breathe.

Your breaths became frantic and desperate. Tears pricked your eyes.

You felt the control of your own life slipping through your fingers. And straight into the hands of someone who most would still consider a stranger.

What hurt most was that he was right, your job did suck, and you had wanted to leave for a while. Your life was mediocre, but it was still yours.

You were completely helpless.

You had sunk against the wall, hoping no one would see as you tried to ride out this wave of panic.

You let a few moments passed, trying to calm yourself and rationalize the situation- but it was just so hard when your brain kept pushing intrusive thoughts into your mind about how bad this was. He didn't even give you the option, you just had to do what he said now.

Slowly, that fear warped into anger.

A downside to being at a Jujutsu Sorcerer academy, is that everyone nearby could sense Cursed energy. Think of it like smelling smoke in a house of firefighters.

And you reeked.

How could one person be so entitled. So oblivious to the consequences of his actions?

Your life was in the hands of an academy you had never heard of before.

“Hey…”

You whipped your head around slightly relaxing when you noticed it was Yuuji, in one hand holding his boxing glove endowed bear, and the other the creepypasta looking rabbit.

You let out a deep sigh.

“He’s not in there anymore.”

You tched. Of course he bailed. Wouldn’t even apologize.

“Thanks.”

You looked side to side awkwardly, clearly not knowing what was right to say in this situation.

“He really likes you y’know…”

You perked up a little

“How do you know?”

“He talks about you a lot.”

Oh god. What does he say? Maybe that you snore in your sleep, or when you cried all over him, or maybe-

“If you come inside I’ll tell you.”

He gave you a reassuring smile. You realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked and got up. Being angry won’t do anything for you right now, and if you really were stuck in this, might as well embrace it.

You wanted to yell at Satoru and unload all your anger. And Yuuji didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of that.

He smiled lightly when you sighed and got up. Holding out the rabbit to you.

You hesitated, looking at its claws.

“He said not to worry, and we’d just have to figure out for ourselves.”

With great reluctance, you picked it up.

It didn’t do anything. Which was a great relief.

Then, you headed inside.

Yuuji was surprisingly good to get along with, he had character, and heart. You two argued over which genre of move to watch. Until you eventually settled on your second favorite, seeing as he wasn’t in the mood to watch what you wanted.

“This one looks interesting.”

You popped in the CD, and the credit scene rolled for a movie you had never seen before.

You and Yuuji settled on opposite ends of the couch, both of your odd companions next to you.

You had gotten through about twenty minutes into the movie, your focus was fully shifted onto it.

And then all of a sudden, a blood curling scream was let out beneath you.

The sound was so shrill you jumped, also screaming. And with the two screams combined, Yuuji screamed.

You almost went into full panic mode until you realize it was the rabbit. Rushing to pick it back up like a stray alarm in a silent classroom.

“What was that?!”

“This damn rabbit!”

You shouted over its screech.

Once your hands pressed onto it, it still kept going.

In a moment of panic, you thought of the only thing that you could think of that would produce energy.

And that was recollections of the night before

You imagined the way that his hands caressed you, ran along your skin and navigated you like an open sea.

And then it became quiet.

“Woah, what did you think about that made it work all of a sudden?”

You widened your eyes and awkwardly smiled.

“Nothing… Just focused.”

This was so embarrassing.

How come the only time you could muster anything up was when you were about to die or were horny?

That has to be the most impractical and ironic combination ever.

Everytime the sound of a tornado siren went off underneath you, you had to think of fucking to get it to shut up.

You needed to find another method for this.

“How do you do it Itadori?”

“Huh? Oh, I dunno. It kinda just happens I guess.”

“That doesn’t help at all.”

“You’re doing pretty good!”

You couldn’t tell him why it worked. So you had to settle for a half truth.

“Yeah but it doesn’t happen unless I think about… something specific.”

“Like what?”

What were you expecting. Of course he would ask.

“Um. Romantic cutesy stuff.”

You scratched your chin and looked away.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cool! Usually sorcerers have to think of bad things to get it to work. I bet it would be a lot nicer if everyone could think of something sweet like that.”

“I guess you’re right.”

You looked back straight ahead to the movie. It was a Disney movie, and a romance one- Yuujis pick.

“Oh I never told you!”

“Told me what?”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly.

“About what Gojo Sensei says about you.”

You didn’t even know if you wanted to hear. But Itadori took your silence as a means to continue

“He says you’ve got some of the best potential he’s ever seen. And to look out for you.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“I just can’t believe he wants someone to look out for me. And that I have ‘potential’.”

“Yeah, he says that you’re special..”

“He says that about you too, and Megumi.”

“Really?”

Itadori’s eyes lit up. He clearly looked up to him, and it was cute to see him so excited.

“And he says you’re full of heart. Which I can see, you risked your life for everyone back there during our mission.”

“I mean you risked more, you left yourself alone with Sukuna.”

Your breath hitched.

You were told that you had gotten out before sukuna did.

Suddenly you felt ice shoot through your veins, and your heart rate picked up.

“You okay?” He looked at you concerned. The shock prevalent in your face.

“I- oh yeah I’m good…“

“You were super cool. I can see why they like you so much.”

“Who?”

“Gojo sensei and Sukuna.”

And sukuna.

Sukuna.

“How do you… how do you know Sukuna likes me?”

“Sometimes he talks to me about it when we’re alone. He says stuff about everyone. He tries to mess with me sometimes and it’s super annoying-“

You stopped breathing. Your heart rate picked up, and a sinking feeling overtook you.

Gojos hiding something from you. They all are. Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on with everything in regards to yourself?

“Oh… you don’t have to worry or anything! I can control him he’s not gonna hurt you or anyone.”

Poor Yuuji thought you were scared because of Sukuna, but the truth was you were growing increasingly more scared of Gojo.

He looked concerned for you, and the feeling of guilt overtook you more than the strong emotions from the events in your life right now. So? You managed to breathe and push them down.

“Itadori…”

He had a mouthful of soda.

“Can I talk to Sukuna?”

He no longer had a mouthful of soda.

With several coughs and punches to his own chest, he looked at you.

“I’m not sure I’m allowed…”

“I did it before right? He’s not interested in hurting me. I was alone with him once.”

You still saw his hesitance.

“One minute. Okay? Then you can come back out. I promise. If anything happens I’ll text Satoru.”

You knew that if something happened then you wouldn’t have time to text him, but you were desperate.

“Please Itadori…”

He looked you in the eyes, seeing the genuine sadness and feelings in them.

“A lot of things have been crazy recently, and I just need something to go right. 45 seconds?”

He was successfully guilt tripped. You weren’t proud of it, but it worked,

With a drawn out sigh, he nodded.

Pt.4

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