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hayakaki · 3 months
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bros the type to! - yuta okkotsu
pairing: yuta x f!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
bros the type to! crouch down and tie your shoelaces for you
bros the type to! hold the door open for you
bros the type to! have only one following on ig, tt, etc.. and thats you
bros the type to! listen carefully everytime you talk
bros the type to! drop everything that hes doing just for you
bros the type to! help you with anything whether its homework, fighting, etc..
bros the type to! like all your tiktoks and comment on them, especially if its the ones where you post yourself - ‘beautiful’ ‘gorgeous’ ‘i love you’ ‘this is my girlfriend btw’
bros the type to! rant about you to all his friends
bros the type to! stop talking and letting you interrupt him cause what youre saying is more important than his talking
bros the type to! have either you as his pfp or the ‘i love my girlfriend<3’
bros the type to! get excited whenever you ask if you want to match with him
bros the type to! cook for you; breakfast, desserts, sweets..
bros the type to! buy literally everything for you, even if you took a small glance at something he’ll take note of it and buy it for you
bros the type to! have his pinky locked with you whenever in public so he gets to feel you but also doesn’t get lost
bros the type to! take note of your favorite music artist(s) and buy their album for you (maybe also sharing earphones and listening to it together<3)
bros the type to! swap shoes with you whenever they hurt or bother your feet
bros the type to! get flustered everytime he sees you wear his clothes
masterlist !
©hayakaki - pls do not repost/copy my work !
pls correct me if i have any grammer mistakes!
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mixzimi · 1 month
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" 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 "
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ft; itadori yuji
reader
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a/n: i'm sick asf (102°F fever + yuji fever) soo.. here's these headcanons !!
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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴄᴋ
𝘺𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
definitely try to have you near him at all times despite you telling him not to.
try to kiss you although he can register the risks of doing so perfectly fine.
whine at the way you laughed when gojo-sensei had to drag him out of your dorm room.
try to make you honey lemon tea (he searched google to find what kind of tea can help) only to end up getting a third-degree burn on his thigh whilst doing so.
feel very embarrassed and even horrible when it went from him trying to take care of you, to you having to take care of him by dealing with the burn on his right thigh.
start crying when you cough once while you are applying medication to his thigh.. gojo-sensei walked into your dorm to check on you and accidentally laughed when he saw his "tough" student crying over you coughing.
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋ
𝘺𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
pout whenever you leave his side per gojo-sensei's request for a mission or training.
gag when he takes a singular sip of the bitter tea you provide for him and complain about how "this is something fushiguro's grandpa ass would drink".
scare you half to death by acting dead when you force him to let go of you so you can leave for twenty minutes.
become the most annoying person known to mankind, even worse than gojo-sensei when he doesn't have kikufuku for twelve minutes.
constantly whine and whine and whine when your hand leaves his scalp for even a couple seconds to tap on your phone.
not be able to look in your eyes for even two seconds (he has to avoid your death stare) when you end up coming down with the sickness he had but worse because he kissed you when you told him specifically not to.
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ty, yuji, i feel better !! 😊😊
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gojoidyll · 6 months
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Itadori gives the best hugs. The way he engulfs you in a tight embrace makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. His limbs encircling your waist as his face would nuzzle and press into your neck, his whole body seeming to relax into you. It felt like he was trying to mold himself into you, not that you minded. As for you, you would lean into him too. Your lips pressing gently against his neck as you felt him shiver, his hug becoming just a tiny bit tighter.
"I won't let you anywhere near her..."
You knew he was talking to Sukuna, and you trusted him with all your heart that he wouldn't let the king of curses harm a single hair on your head.
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megumifushlguro · 27 days
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WIP
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“I loved you as Icarus loved the sun.
Too close.
Too much.”
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full-metal-negro · 3 months
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mindfuljujutsu · 6 months
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Moonlit Destiny: A Sorcerer's Arrangement
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In the world of sorcery and ancient clans, two souls are thrust into an unyielding destiny that neither of them desires. Hanae Tsukiyama, a skilled sorceress with the unique ability to harness the power of the moon, is determined to protect her family's legacy. But when a prophecy dictates that she must marry the enigmatic Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with a reputation as fierce as his powers, her world is turned upside down. Satoru Gojo, a free spirit and renowned sorcerer, has always walked his own path. Forced into an arranged marriage by tradition and prophecy, he finds himself bound to a woman he barely knows and a destiny he never wanted.
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
words: 5 066
warnings: None for now.
a/n: Another Satoru Gojo series!! This one has been playing on my mind for a while now, so i thought that I might as well type it out and post it on tumblr. This wasn't going to be a series, but after realising just how much i wrote, I thought it would be best to post it in parts. The second part of this series is already in the works, and I'm in the process of fine-tuning and editing it, so keep an eye out for that! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!
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Hanae found herself standing before the grand wrought-iron gates of the Gojo estate, her heart pounding like a distant war drum. Flanked by her parents, both adorned in traditional robes, they wore expressions marked by anticipation and trepidation. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured gardens that encircled the grand mansion, with cherry blossoms whispering in the breeze, their delicate petals falling like pale confetti.
This meeting, though explained as a significant formality, felt to Hanae like a noose tightening around her future—a future she hadn't chosen herself.
As the gates slowly creaked open, revealing the path leading to the grand entrance, Hanae's mother, a woman whose wisdom was etched into every line of her face, gave her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Remember, my dear," her mother said, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "This is for the sake of our clan. We carry the weight of generations on our shoulders."
Hanae nodded, her lips curving into a determined yet uneasy smile. "I understand, Mother."
The door to the Gojo mansion swung open, revealing an opulent foyer adorned with priceless artifacts and ancient scrolls. Servants in traditional attire bustled about, tending to their duties with practiced grace.
Hanae's gaze was drawn to the imposing figure standing at the center of the room, surrounded by an aura of power and privilege. Hiroshi Gojo, head of the prestigious Gojo clan, and his wife, Ayaka Gojo, awaited their arrival, both dressed in traditional attire. They scanned their guests with a hint of curiosity.
"Welcome, Tsukiyama-san," Hiroshi said, his voice smooth and confident, yet tinged with an underlying tension that mirrored Hanae's own feelings.
"Gojo-san," Hanae's father greeted, bowing respectfully. "Thank you for welcoming us into your home."
"Of course, we are meeting here to discuss very important matters," Hiroshi replied.
As Hanae observed Hiroshi's eyes on her, she felt a sense of unease settling over her like a second skin. The scrutiny was almost palpable, and she quickly lowered her gaze out of respect for her elder.
Hiroshi gestured to the woman standing one step behind him. "This is my wife, Ayaka."
Hanae and her parents bowed in greeting, receiving a nod in return from Ayaka.
Takeshi, Hanae's father, introduced his wife, Akiko, to the Gojo family. Hiroshi, in turn, acknowledged Hanae as the young woman they had all been waiting for.
Taking a deep breath, Hanae took a step forward and offered a deep and respectful bow to her potential new in-laws. "Gojo-dono, Gojo-sama, it's an honor to meet you."
Hiroshi seemed pleased with her manners, his voice tinged with a barely detectable chuckle. "Such great manners. Now that all introductions have been made, why don't we all have some tea?"
With that, Hanae and her family were led down the beautiful corridors of the traditional Japanese mansion and into a sitting room designated for hosting.
The initial moments were filled with small talk among the adults while Hanae sat lost in thought. She wondered about her potential future husband, who was conspicuously absent at the moment. Perhaps, she considered, he was running late or even contemplating skipping the meeting altogether.
The conversation in the room flowed like a gentle stream, finding moments of tranquility amidst the weight of tradition. Hanae's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as she exchanged pleasantries with the Gojo family. Her parents' eyes held a mixture of hope and caution as they conversed.
But then, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The door to the room swung open, and in walked Satoru Gojo, the central figure in this arrangement. His entrance exuded an air of nonchalance that seemed to fill the room. He strode in casually, his steps unhurried, as if he had no particular interest in the proceedings. His gaze, obscured by a pair of sunglasses, brushed over the assembled guests before settling on Hanae.
Their eyes met, and Hanae couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This was the man she was meant to marry, chosen for her by their families and traditions, yet he seemed entirely disinterested.
With languid grace, Satoru Gojo approached, his words dripping with nonchalance. "My apologies for keeping you all waiting," he said, his tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. "I hope this meeting won't take too much of our time."
Takeshi Tsukiyama, maintaining his composure, offered a polite greeting. "Not at all, Gojo-san. We appreciate your willingness to meet with us."
Satoru merely shrugged, his arrogance palpable. "Well, here I am. Let's get this over with."
The room fell into an uneasy silence as the weight of his indifference settled in. Hanae couldn't help but wonder about the future that lay ahead, a future with a man who appeared to care so little about the arrangement that bound them together.
Takeshi Tsukiyama cleared his throat, sensing that it was time to broach the matter that had brought them all together. "Gojo-san," he began, his tone measured and respectful, “Thank you for meeting with us. Our families have a long history, and it is with great respect for tradition that we come to discuss the prospect of a union between our clans."
Satoru Gojo leaned back in his chair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. "I'm aware of our families' history and traditions, Tsukiyama-san," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "But let's not beat around the bush. We're here to discuss an arranged marriage, aren't we?"
Hanae nodded, her voice steady despite the unease she felt. "Yes, Gojo-san, that is the purpose of our meeting."
Satoru Gojo let out a long sigh, as if the entire affair bored him. "Fine, then. Let's hear what you have to say."
And with those words, the negotiation for an arranged marriage between the Tsukiyama and Gojo clans began.
"As you may know," Takeshi started, "the Tsukiyama clan has a unique history. We are the sole survivors of a clan that was sent as a gift from the gods during the prime era of sorcery."
Ayaka Gojo leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "A gift from the gods, you say?"
"Yes," Hiroshi confirmed, "it is a belief that has been passed down through generations. Our clan's history is deeply intertwined with sorcery, and our ancestors were revered for their abilities."
Satoru finally showed a hint of interest, albeit masked by his arrogance. "So, what does this have to do with our meeting today and the arranged marriage?"
Takeshi exchanged a brief glance with Hiroshi before continuing, "A prophecy, Gojo-san. A prophetess foretold that if a member of our clan were to marry the heir of the Gojo clan, their offspring would possess unparalleled power and bring great luck."
Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information. "Unparalleled power and great luck?"
Hiroshi nodded, hoping to emphasize the significance of the arrangement. "Indeed, Satoru. Our families have always held the utmost respect for tradition and the prophecies that guide our destinies. We believe that this union could bring immense benefits to both our clans."
Akiko Tsukiyama joined the conversation, her voice gentle but earnest. "It is our hope that this arranged marriage will strengthen the bonds between our families, preserving the legacy of the Tsukiyama clan and ensuring a prosperous future for both of our bloodlines."
Satoru leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Benefits to both our clans, you say. And what if I have no interest in this arrangement?"
Takeshi chose his words carefully. "We understand that this is not a decision to be taken lightly, Gojo-san. We merely wish to present the opportunity for consideration. The choice, of course, ultimately lies with you and Hanae."
Hanae, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, her voice steady despite her nervousness. "I hope that we can approach this with open hearts and minds, for the sake of tradition and the future."
The room fell into a contemplative silence as the weight of their words hung in the air. The arrangement had been laid bare before them, and now, it was up to Satoru Gojo to decide whether tradition and prophecy would guide his future.
Gojo contemplated Hanae’s words for a few seconds before clearing his throat, seemingly having made up his mind. “I believe that prophecies are a bunch of bogus,” He started, taking in all the intense stares from everyone in the room. 
“They tell you whatever they think you want to hear. So, if everyone in this room thinks that I’m going to let some ‘prophecy’-" he uses his fingers to air quote- “decide on my future, then you all got something coming."
“What are you trying to say, Satoru?” Hiroshi asked, a stern look on his face.
“That we not place our future in the hands of a prophecy. One that we can’t even prove is real.”
Hiroshi burst out laughing, as if everything that Gojo had just said was a joke.
“Satoru,” He started, looking at Gojo. In the next second, the smile on Hiroshi’s face was gone.
A chill ran down Hanae’s back at the quick change of emotions from Hiroshi. People who could change their emotions in a split second made Hanae uneasy.
“While Takeshi’s deal is honorable,” He said, waving at Takeshi without removing his attention from Gojo. “I will not be giving you the leisure to choose whether or not you will be marrying Hanae Tsukiyama. You will marry her, or else.”
Hiroshi’s statement left no room for argument. He was serious about this marriage and what it could mean for his family and clan. And by the looks of it, Satoru had no choice but to obey his father’s rules.
Hanae watched as Gojo’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing to fight his father’s wishes, he just stiffly nodded and said nothing more.
“Good,” Hiroshi clapped, turning his attention to Hanae. 
“Now, my dear, since everything is arranged on our side, the decision lies with you,” 
Hanae gulped, realizing the weight of pressure she had on her shoulders. She knew that she ultimately had no choice here, and that her father only told her that the decision ultimately laid with her. But ever since they found out about the prophecy, her parents, her grandparents, and every member of their clan has been lecturing her about the importance of her union with the Gojo clan. They all depended on her to marry Satoru Gojo.
“I agree to the marriage between Satoru Gojo and myself,” She said, raising her chin to appear brave and strong, the opposite of what she was actually feeling right now.
“But I do just have one request,” she added, before anyone could react.
Hiroshi smiled at her and gave her a nod to continue.
“Before our marriage, I would like some time for Gojo-san and myself to get to know one another better.” 
The parents looked between each other, each of them nodding their heads in agreement. Hanae’s request was reasonable and was the least they could do for their children who were being forced into a loveless marriage.
“Very well,” Hiroshi nodded. “We will give you two months to get to know each other, but during those months, the wedding will be planned.”
“That means we’ll marry in two months,” Gojo stated, speaking up for the first time since getting the ultimatum from his father.
“Yes. A date will later be confirmed, but your union will be in two months' time.”
“My time can't be spent here frolicking around and getting to know some girl. I have a job, I have curses to exorcise.” Gojo said, crossing his arms. It seemed that even though he had no real say about the wedding, he was still going to make this whole process as difficult as possible.
“That will be no problem for Hanae,” Hiroshi smirked at his son.
“She will be living with you at Jujutsu High.”
Gojo scoffed, looking at Hanae before shaking his head. “And what is she supposed to do the entire time while I work and go away on missions? Just sit around in my apartment and wait for me?”
This time Hanae’s father was the one to speak. “Of course not. Hanae is a grade one sorcerer,”
“She has been accepted to teach at Jujutsu High for the foreseeable future.”
Gojo shook his head and gave Hanae a once-over, clearly judging her. Hanae was short, only measuring at 5 foot, and her build made others doubt her skills, but she was actually quite the opposite.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Satoru,” his mother scolded, speaking up for the first time. “Where are your manners? We raised you better than this. Treat your future wife with respect.”
Gojo reluctantly nodded, but seemed as if he really never actually meant it.
“Since the arrangement has been agreed upon by both families, we can now gift Hanae with her engagement ring.” Hiroshi said, ignoring his son’s little tantrum.
As if on cue, a male worker walked into the room carrying a silver tray where a black velvet box sat innocently on it. He walked to Satoru and held out the tray in an offering.
Gojo stared at the box for a second too long before reaching for it. 
He stood up from his seat and approached Hanae.
With trembling hands and a fast-beating heart, Hanae stood up once Gojo reached her. He opened the box and presented the most beautiful ring that Hanae had ever seen.
The engagement ring chosen by the Gojo family for Hanae was nothing short of a dazzling masterpiece. It stood as a testament to their immense wealth and their commitment to making this arranged marriage an extravagant affair.
At its heart was a central diamond of breathtaking proportions. This remarkable gem was a paragon of clarity, brilliance, and sheer opulence. Its impressive carat weight captured the light in a way that left no doubt about its exceptional quality. It symbolized not only the significance of the union but also the immeasurable wealth of the Gojo clan.
The band that cradled this magnificent centerpiece was crafted from pure white gold, a choice that perfectly complemented the diamond's purity and sparkle. But what truly made the ring a breathtaking spectacle were the smaller diamonds that adorned the band. These gems, meticulously set in an alternating pattern, created a dazzling trail of shimmering brilliance on either side of the central diamond. Their extravagant display showcased the family's opulence and desire for the world to know it.
Delicate filigree work adorned the sides of the band, adding an extra layer of intricacy to the ring's design. These intricate patterns resembled delicate tendrils of blooming flowers and symbols of prosperity. Yet, the ring held more than just visual splendor. Etched discreetly on the inside of the band was a symbol deeply meaningful to the Gojo clan. This symbol, known only to a select few, represented the family's rich heritage, longstanding traditions, and unwavering values. Though hidden from the eyes of others, it served as a personal and profound connection to their past and their future.
Gojo gently removed the ring from the box, but Hanae was so dazed about the beautiful ring that she never realized that he was waiting for her to raise her hand. With more care than she thought he had, Gojo gently took her left hand in his and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.
“It’s beautiful,” Hanae whispered, staring mesmerized at the ring on her finger.
“It's a Gojo family heirloom,” Ayaka mused, stepping forward to look at the ring on Hanae's hand. “This ring belonged to Satoru’s great-grandmother, who was gifted this by her husband. We obviously made some changes to make it more modern and fitting for someone of your status. I hope that you’re happy with it.”
“I’m more than happy with it. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you.” Hanae smiled at Ayaka.
Ayaka gently took Hanae’s hand and patted it in a motherly fashion, and in that moment, Hanae knew that she would get along just fine with Gojo’s mother.
“We’ve prepared engagement gifts for Hanae,” Hiroshi said, giving Hanae a small smile.
“but since you’ll be staying at Jujutsu High, we’ve taken the courtesy to send it to your new apartment with Gojo.”
Hanae thought that it was weird that they already sent her engagement gifts to Tokyo before both herself and Gojo agreed to marriage. In that moment she realized that the two of them had way less say in the whole ordeal than they originally thought.
Hanae bowed in thanks towards Hiroshi and Ayaka, “Thank you, Gojo-san.”
“As per our traditions, our family has also prepared a gift for Satoru Gojo,” Hanae’s father said, stepping up to Gojo. He removed a delicate box hidden inside his pocket and handed it to a confused Hanae, who then looked up at Gojo, who was staring intensely at her. She cleared her throat and opened the box. She was momentarily stunned at what she saw.
The bracelet that her family had gifted Gojo was one that had been in the Tsukiyama family for centuries. It was passed down to each first-born male of the head of the clan, and as the only child of the head of the clan, this bracelet was now given from her father to his future son-in-law, which would then be passed down to a son of their own.
This gift didn’t only symbolize the Tsukiyama family’s rich history but also reflected their warm welcome of Satoru Gojo into their fold. It was a family heirloom that had been treasured for generations—a bracelet crafted from an exceedingly rare and striking stone, its color reminiscent of the depths of the night.
The bracelet's main feature was the exceptional stone, a unique and highly sought-after specimen with a hue that danced between deepest black and ethereal gray. Its surface was smooth and polished to perfection. The stone itself was believed to have protective properties, guarding its wearer against adversity and negative energies.
The bracelet's design was simple yet timeless. It consisted of a series of marble-sized, perfectly polished stone beads, each separated by delicate silver spacers. The clasp, an intricate piece of silver-work, held a small family crest engraved with the symbol of the Tsukiyama clan.
As Satoru Gojo received this antique bracelet, he could feel the weight of its history and significance. It had been passed down through generations, from father to son, and now, it was entrusted to him. It served as a silent pledge of the family's support, respect, and acceptance of the arranged marriage, despite any reservations that may have lingered beneath the surface.
The bracelet was a testament to the enduring connections of the Tsukiyama clan and their commitment to fostering unity and harmony. Satoru's acceptance of this heirloom marked not only the beginning of his journey with Hanae but also the embrace of their shared future and the rich traditions that would bind their families together.
“Thank you,” Gojo mumbled as he ran his thumb over the smooth stones of the bracelet.
Just when Hanae thought that perhaps Gojo was warming up to the idea of them getting married, his emotions changed in a blink of an eye. He snapped the box holding the heirloom closed and placed it in his pocket. He didn’t take it out or even try it on.
“Very well,” Hiroshi said, breaking the awkward silence between the two families. “Now that all of that has been taken care of, why don’t we discuss the part that the wives are anticipating the most. The engagement party and the wedding.”
Both Hanae and Gojo went back to their respective seats as the discussions started taking place. It was decided that Hanae would leave for Jujutsu High in two days' time, where she would meet up with Gojo and settle down in her new home. Another meeting would take place next weekend, which was only a few days away, where the upcoming wedding would be discussed. Things such as wedding dates, the house Gojo and Hanae would be living in after marriage, and who would cover certain wedding expenses would be discussed. And lastly, the engagement party.
An official announcement would be made in a few days to other clans and to the public about the engagement of Satoru Gojo and Hanae Tsukiyama, and following closely behind, only a day after the official meeting about wedding arrangements, an engagement party would be held at the Gojo residence for all family, friends, and clans.
Feeling overwhelmed by how fast things were moving, Hanae excused herself to go to the bathroom, but she sneakily made her way into the front garden where she saw a beautiful cherry blossom tree upon entering the residence earlier.
The Tsukiyama family crest was a symbol of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. It represented the beauty and transience of life, and it also signified the family’s commitment to renewal and protection, much like the changing seasons.
“The cherry blossoms outside are particularly beautiful this time of year, aren’t they?” Hanae mused. Even though her attention was on the tree before her, she could sense Gojo’s silent presence the moment he stepped into the garden.
Gojo chuckled, his steps approaching her figure, and stopped to stand next to her. He looked up at the big cherry blossom tree that Hanae was referring to. “You have a good sense of your environment. I’m impressed.”
Hanae smiled, turning to look at Gojo. “Just because I never graduated from Jujutsu High in Tokyo doesn’t mean that I’m a good sorcerer, Gojo-san.”
Hanae nodded back to the cherry blossom tree and turned back to look at it again. “Cherry blossoms always bring a sense of renewal and beauty to our lives. I think that’s why it’s my favorite flower. We have a cherry blossom tree in our garden back home. It’s been in our family for generations.”
Gojo hummed, “Then your name is quite fitting, isn’t it.”
Hanae looked up at Gojo, wanting him to explain further about what he meant.
“Your love for flowers and the cherry blossom. I think it’s quite fitting that the meaning of your name is flower blessing.”
Hanae chuckled and nodded, “Yes, my parents must have known what they were doing when they named me Hanae.”
“What about your clan name?” Gojo asked Hanae, looking at her with an intensity that she could feel through his dark sunglasses. “What does Tsukiyama mean?”
“Tsuki means moon, and Yama means mountain. It was chosen because of the technique used by my clan; Moonlight manipulation.”
“That’s interesting,” Gojo mused, now looking at Hanae with interest and intrigue. “Tell me about your technique. What can you do?”
“I’m sure nothing as impressive as what I heard you can do, Gojo-San,” Hanae chuckled. She turned her body to fully face Gojo’s towering body. “My clan’s techniques allows us to harness the power of the moon and manipulate it for various purposes. My clan is most well known for our healers and amplifiers, but we are capable of other techniques using the moon too.” 
“Healers I understand. They use the moonlight to heal injuries, but what are amplifiers? I’ve never heard of that one before.”
“Moonlight amplification is when moonlight gets channelled by the sorcerer into a person of choice. It will enhance their strength and abilities, but only temporarily.” Hanae explained. 
“What other techniques does your clan have?” 
“Some have moonlight shields which are protective barriers of moonlight, some have moonbeam projections which are concentrates beams of moonlight used as offensive acts, and then there are the ones who have moonlit tracking. They can track the movements of curses or other sorcerers by sensing disturbances in the moonlight.” 
“You never included yourself in any of those,” Gojo observed. “You said ‘they’ and never ‘we’ or ‘I’. Does that mean that none of those are your techniques?” 
“Yes and no,” you respond. “I can do a bit of healing, but mostly on small injuries. My technique is moonlight blades and moonlit illusions.”
“I’m guessing that the blades are shaped by the moonlight?” Gojo asked, tilting his head curiously. 
Hanae nodded, “Yes. They’re razor-sharp blades that can cut through curses and defend against attacks. For the illusions, I used the moonlight to make intricate illusions that can confuse and disorientate my enemies.” 
Gojo whistled, looking quite impressed with her set of skills. “I know you probably get asked this a lot, but does your technique only work at night?” 
Hanae couldn’t help but laugh at his question, because yes, he was right. That exact question always gets asked by people interested in her technique.
“The technique is more potent and effective at night when the moon is visible. However, it doesn’t necessarily work only at night,” Hanae explained.  “At night, when the moon is in the sky, my powers are at their peak. I can perform more complex and powerful feats using moonlight during nighttime. During the day or in places with limited moonlight, like indoor environments, my abilities may be less potent or it may require more effort to use. The different phases of the moon also affects the range and strengths of my abilities.” 
“Wow, that’s really quite fascinating,” Gojo nodded. “We should battle each other some day. It would be quite an interesting fight.” 
“Gojo-san,” Hanae said, shaking her head in disagreement. “That wouldn’t be much of a fight. I’ve the stories. You’d have me tapping out in seconds.” 
A cocky grin tugged at Gojo’s lips. He shrugged playfully, “I’ll go easy on you then.” 
Both Gojo and Hanae took a moment to take the other in, before turning around and looking up at the blooming cherry blossom tree. 
From beside her, Gojo took in a deep breath. “Hanae,” 
Hanae turned all her attention to Gojo. 
“You seem like a nice woman, but I’m going to be honest with you, I have no interest in getting married to you.
Ouch, Hanae thought to herself. Getting told by someone as handsome as Gojo that he wasn’t interested in you was a hard hit to the ego. But at the same time, she also understood where he was coming from. 
“Gojo, trust me, I’m not a willing participant either, but I have no other choice,” Hanae began, looking Gojo in the eye in the hopes that he could tell how serious but sincere she was trying to be. “My family and clan are relying on me to get married to you, and I can’t let them down for my own selfish desires.” 
Gojo scoffed and ran his hand through his messy, white hair. “I don’t understand. What’s the big deal about this marriage? Why do you have to marry me? Why can’t you get married to someone from the Zenin clan? I’m sure you could get someone there.”
“It’s much more complicated than that. The prophecy said that I should marry you. Our parents are not willing to let a sign of such great importance pass them by, not one that tells us about the outcome of our future.”
Gojo scoffed for the second time since joining her in the garden. “I see that they’ve got you just as brainwashed as the rest,” 
He shook his head, “Just because the clan says so, doesn’t mean that it’s what you should do. Are you going to live your whole life following orders from your clan people? From your elders?”
“I really thought you were smarter than that.”
Hanae's frustration and anger continued to mount. She couldn't believe that Satoru Gojo had the audacity to belittle her choices and her loyalty to her clan. It was infuriating to have someone who knew nothing about her life pass judgment so casually.
Hanae's voice held a rare intensity as she continued, her frustration bubbling over. "Don't you dare question my loyalty to my family and clan. They've given me everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill my responsibilities to them. It's not brainwashing; it's love and duty."
Gojo's arrogant demeanor wavered for a moment, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. It seemed her words had struck a chord with him, even if he didn't want to admit it. For a brief moment, the two of them stood there, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
With a clenched jaw and tears of anger threatening to spill, Hanae took a deep breath, determined not to let Gojo's words provoke her further. She knew that lashing out wouldn't solve anything, and she had too much at stake to let this confrontation escalate.
"Gojo-san, I understand that you might not agree with our traditions and beliefs," Hanae began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "But I want you to know that I take my responsibilities seriously. This marriage isn't just about me. It's about our families and the legacy they've entrusted us with."
"Look," Hanae continued, her tone more composed now. "I don't expect you to understand everything about me or my clan, just as I don't fully understand your world. But I hope that we can find a way to make the best of this situation, for both our sakes and our families'."
Hanae turned away, returning back to the house before she got into another argument with Gojo. The tension between them remained unresolved, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. Gojo watched her retreating figure with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. He had agreed to cooperate, but that didn't mean he had fully accepted the situation.
With a sigh, Gojo turned his gaze back to the cherry blossom tree, its delicate blooms swaying gently in the breeze. He couldn't deny that Hanae's determination had caught his attention, but the prospect of this arranged marriage still irked him.
"I won't let them control my fate," Gojo muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He had always been a free spirit, and the idea of being bound by tradition and prophecy grated against his very nature.
While walking inside the house, a loomed in Hanae’s head. Would they find a way to coexist or would they remain locked in a struggle against a destiny they had not chosen for themselves?
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a/n: Phew, that was a long one! Let me know what you think about this series. Is it worth continuing?? As I mentioned in the a/n at the beginning, I'm already working on part 2, so that should be out soon.
Please, please interact with the story if you enjoyed it, It would mean the world to me. Thanks again! 🥰
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stqrylaww · 5 months
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come back, Gojo😞
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cozykakapo · 10 days
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Friendship ended with art block, now Jujutsu Kaisen is my best friend. ⛩️ We’re kicking off the art posting with a Yuki Tsukumo redraw, because even I was not immune to the JJK brain rot (please tell me I’m not alone here).
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imweepin · 8 months
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phobia393 · 1 month
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Single father Higuruma au
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ashtheace-art · 3 months
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JJK CHAPTER 133 REDRAW
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mixzimi · 3 months
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" 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙟𝙟𝙠 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 "
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ft; gojo, megumi, itadori, inumaki, sukuna.
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gojo; bakery.
it would be megumi's tenth birthday when he showed up at your shop. you own a small bakery that's probably just outside of tokyo, and the only customers there are the regulars.
so, when the white haired man shows up, you were a bit shocked. he looked way out of your league. or so you thought.
you were pretty sure the pure shock on your face was evident when he asked for a cake with the number ten on it, alongside your number. you stuttered for a bit before locking in, grabbing him the pre-made cake he wanted and writing what he said onto it. Once you handed him the box, he reminded you of what else he ordered and so you handed him a note card with a small smile.
now, you were just left to expect a text.
megumi; bookstore.
another place where I think you would be working at. he would probably walk up to you, a light dust of pink on his face from shyness and embarrassment. he would tell you that he has a read a lot of romance novels and can't find anymore books that would peak his interest.
so, you do what a good librarian would do. you just simply giggle, before telling him to hold on as you walk to the back. you pull out four options, and when he picks two, you tell him it's on you as you slip your number in one page of a book.
itadori; sports park.
you were at the tennis court with your friend, which was a small distance from the basketball court. you two were both in matching white tennis skirts, as you shot the ball around at eachother. as you hop around the court, you were lightly panting as you high-five your friend who just lost.
you turn to the basketball court, beginning to walking towards it to get back to the benches. and that's when you notice a pair of honey-brown eyes on you.
you turn away, handing your friend a water before you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn around, and the same crepe-pink haired boy looking at you with a nervous smile. you notice his three friends, an older white haired guy, a black haired guy, and an off-white haired guy. two of them were smirking, and one just looked done with life.
you send the boy next to you a sweet smile, watching the way he gulps and hands you a slip of paper. you raise a brow as he runs to his laughing friends, tackling the platinum blonde.
you turn to your friend who's smirking, as you mumble incoherent words and continue walking off. not gonna lie, that boy was pretty cute. he should be expecting a text to meet up later.
inumaki; best buy.
now, don't get me wrong, it is kind of weird. but, it's completely normal. your setup needs an upgrade, and you're just stuck on what to choose. so, you ask the one guy in the same aisle as you who looks like he knows a lot more.
he recommends a setup that looks not too cheap but not too expensive, and you thank him and purchase it.
little did you know, you two would be meeting again through your friend in a first-person shooter game during your lives.
sukuna; Shibuya Firearms, Inc.
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i'm sorry.
so let's just imagine, your dad is the owner of this famous store. since you practically grew up in his shop when you had no one else to take care of you, you know a lot about guns and weaponry.
so, when your working as a spare employee for others on their "winter break", this fine mf just has to walk in like he owns the place. he asks you if you know some of the best hunting guns compatible for the weather outside (very american), and you just have to recommend the Nosler 21, or the Marlon 336 with a sweet smile.
you nervously look up at him, while he studies the rifles in your hands. he smirks, grabbing the first gun you spoke about and going to pay.
on his way out, he walks up to and hands you a card with his number, and tells you how he loves a woman who thinks like a marksman.
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kinda feeling like i did sukuna dirty.. you tell me.
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l1ttleclouds · 10 months
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Mood and aesthetic board for daddy gojo? 🫦🫦🫦
DADDY'S HOOOMMEEEE
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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mielplante · 1 year
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movie night with the kids 🍿
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Jujutsu Kaisen EP15 : Fluctuations, part 2
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