how others see you will never define who you are.

he reaches for you, hand settling on your arm, and gently—gently, which is new—turns you toward him even though you’re technically facing his way by laying on your back. he’s acting like he just wants you closer.

so you end up inches apart. but your face is still blank.

his isn’t. he’s really watching you now.

“you look comfy,” he tries again.

you don’t answer. because if you do, it might come out wrong.

and because you don’t his arms are suddenly around you, pulling you in, close. you’re chest is to chest, face brushing his, forehead almost knocking into his as he tucks you in against him instinctively.

the hug is tight.

your body tenses immediately.

this is the part you always hate. being too close to someone. it’s too him. too vulnerable. you should push him away like you always do.

your hands lift between you, ready to press against his chest…but then something possesses you to stop midway. the truth sits heavy in your chest, impossible to ignore today even though it’s there all the time.

you don’t want him to move. you don’t want space. and you really don’t want to be alone in your own head right now.

your hands hover until they slowly settle instead—resting against him, fingers barely gripping his shirt.

he goes still.

“…you’re letting me?” he mumbles, quieter like he’s not sure if he should continue crushing you like this.

you don’t answer.

your face presses into him instead, surprising both him and yourself.

his arms tighten around you in response, but not the usual way. he’s not playful or teasing like usual. instead he’s steady. holding you because he means it. like he understands what’s with you. like he understands you.

his hand moves up your back—slow and careful in case you maybe change your mind. but you don’t. if anything, you lean in closer.

your fingers curl more firmly into his shirt, your other arm sliding around him in a way that feels unfamiliar. it’s awkward at first because you don’t quite know how to do this.

after all, you’re not like him at all. you never reach out first. you’re not clingy. and you definitely don’t need this.

except you do right now.

when your hold tightens and you actually hug him back properly—he freezes. just for a sec. and then he’s pulling you in closer like he’s been waiting for that without realizing it. your bodies press together, no space left, his chin dipping near your shoulder, your face tucked into the warmth of him, and suddenly it’s not one sided like it usually is.

you’re both holding on. tight. neither of you wants to let go first.

your annoying friend doesn’t say anything. for once he’s not joking or teasing.

thank god he doesn’t do that.

satoru just stays there, arms firm around you, afraid this is temporary. he’s worried you might go back to pushing him away tomorrow. and maybe he’s right. he probably is.

“hey,” he murmurs eventually, close to your ear. “is something wrong?”

you shiver slightly at how close and warm he is—and your grip tightens around him without thinking. you hesitate for another second but decide to tell him half the truth this time.

“i’ve just been stressed.”

it feels small, saying it like that.

he doesn’t question it. he just pulls you closer if that’s even possible. his hand starts moving slowly along your back like he’s trying to ease something he can’t see.

“it’s okay,” he says softly. “i’ve got you now. there’s nothing to worry about.”

and you stay like that—wrapped up together, holding each other too tight for just friends—neither of you saying what’s actually there even if you both feel it.

i really want a hug from satoru 😓

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it was supposed to be a calm weekend where you and satoru visited megumi and tsumiki for a break. but in this household, it seemed like something just always went wrong.

“is everything alright?” you ask, looking at the direction of the bathroom awaiting an answer that never comes. silence answers you before you hear a small bicker, a crash, and a bang.

your confusion grows as you make your way toward the the bathroom, a child and adult sounding like a child getting louder and louder until you peer into what looks like warfare.

“Megumi, god, stay still—!” satoru grunts, towel in his hand as a weapon as a tiny megumi grips his hands to shove them away, annoyance clearly written on his face as if satoru was a disease.

“don’t touch me!”

you barge in immediately, making your presence known as you swing the door open a little wider. “what is going on here?”

both of them cease and fall silent, staring at you. and what you see is… well it’s something.

satoru is clutching onto a towel trying to push it onto megumi’s sopping hair, and megumi’s hair looks.

oh my god, he looks exactly like his dad.

you don’t know how wide your jaw cracks open but you immediately shoot your eyes to satoru as he points with his eyebrows to the new and not improved look.

this… this was terrifying.

“why are you two staring like that?!”

it’s obvious megumi just finished his shower and changed into new attire, but his hair. oh my god, it was soaked. with his usually pointy hair now drooping down, you saw his father in him as clear as day.

and it made your stomach drop.

megumi backs up immediately from satoru into your legs, hair still dripping as he cringes from satoru’s expression before looking up to yours.

“can you tell him to leave me alone?!”

there’s a scoff that comes out of satoru’s mouth. he clutches his heart, pushing his sunglasses up before standing up from his crouched position. “just cause she’s here doesn’t mean you can just run away from me! she’s literally my girlfriend!”

“yeah well, she probably only dated you out of charity.” it’s a smug remark and the face satoru makes is hilarious. pure comedy gold, it takes something in you to not straight up laugh in his face.

“hey! hey! you take that back right now—” he looks up to you with a pout, “that’s not true at all, right sweets?”

you giggle, putting your hands on megumi’s shoulders before tilting your head and lightly humming, “well, kid’s pretty smart for his age..”

“excuse me?!”

you laugh while feeling satoru’s ego recede, taking your words to the grave, but megumi still tugs on your pants, eager to ask you something.

leaning down to hear him, megumi is pointing at satoru like he’s an exotic animal, a very uninteresting one, “can you tell him to leave me alone?”

“i am literally right here.”

the bickering just continues to grow from there and it’s pure chaos, but something in you just can’t stop laughing. at megumi’s insults and satoru’s expressions, you have to inhale deeply to get ahold of yourself. megumi though is borderline pissed by the time you release his shoulders.

“he just wanted to dry your hair,” you whole heartedly shrug, glancing at the scary resemblance of his hair. you mutter a small, “it’s pretty wet,” and he looks onto the floor avoiding your eye contact.

megumi sharply inhales before he spits out a remark, a small, “I can just do it myself,” under his breath. you just hum before taking some of his hair into your hand and inspecting it.

“I have no doubt you can’t. your hair is getting long though.”

“go bald…” satoru whispers from the back while you glare at him to shut up while he defensively puts his hands up.

megumi stays quiet, clenching his jaw while you let go of his hair. “do you want me to cut it?” you ask, tilting your head while you see the little urchins hesitation.

you can still see it. the urge to say no in fear of something going wrong, so you give him a reassuring smile. “If it makes you feel better, I cut satoru’s hair too.”

“but he’s,” megumi takes a long pause to think before speaking, “ugly..”

you hear a loud garbled noise in the backround, the white hair mop choking on his words. you ignore him, but megumi says it with such a dead serious face you can’t help but smile even bigger.

“well, doesn’t his hair look good though?”

megumi glances behind him to see satoru visibly frowning, towel in his hand while staying inherently silent like a wet sock left in the rain, but satoru’s hair is fluffy. maybe not stylish but it didn’t hurt to look at his ivory hair.

it takes a while until the black haired boy nods in small agreement.

a giggle slips out of your mouth before you pat megumi’s head and stand up, looking at satoru who’s now pissed.

“stop moping,” you tease, “he said he likes your hair!”

“he called me ugly.”

you walk over and pinch satoru’s cheek before cooing a small, “if it makes you feel better, I think you’re cute,” to relieve the bruise on his ego.

his boyish grin comes back in a snap and you pat his cheek twice to relieve any light pain. before he could say a cheesy response in time, you hear a tiny “yuck” in the background that makes you pause.

“megumi. I’m going to make you bald,” is satoru’s last words before he’s chasing down him again, loud frenzied footsteps receding down the hall with a ‘get away from me!’ being shouted.

just another normal day in the fushiguro household.

after some time of promising, convincing, and scolding satoru, you finally get megumi to believe you are not going to make him bald.

satoru still sticks his tongue out at the mention and you can’t help but stick your tongue at him back.

and finally, megumi sits down on the chair, cautiously, and you carefully snip away, humming a melody while satoru floats around you giving pointers you never cared about. who was he to give you tips when you were the one always cutting his hair to perfection?

it’s a short trim with you snipping away, but after some time you and satoru come to realize that his hair still… flopped down.

the hair cut was good, that wasn’t a lie at all. it was just, his hair fell down like it couldn’t hold itself, and you could see satoru cringe with a shiver after witnessing the scary resemblance.

“is it bad?” megumi frowns, hand moving to feel his hair while you and satoru both shake your head no. it looked good. it just made you both remind yourselves of a very dark path.

really a memory that none of you wanted to linger on.

satoru claps suddenly, stance strengthining as he announces a loud, “okay!” making megumi whip his head around at how loud this guy was.

“now time for you to learn one of the very first things of manhood!” his lengthy arms swing around before landing on megumi with finger guns and a grin, “how to style your hair!”

satoru smirks to himself smugly before letting out a lecture, megumi listening against his will as satoru bragged, “this is a family trade secret. you better not tell anybody.”

and then you witness satoru relay some of his own hair products to little wee megumi who scrunches his face in confusion.

it’s a quiet harmony as you witness the small kid follow satoru’s instructions, small hands ruffling through black locks while gojo steps in time to time.

“like this, and than shuffle your hair a little bit..!” satoru shakes his hand through megumi’s hair. a little too harsh and megumi’s hand moving up to stop him, yet finally gojo stands behind the kid with the proudest stance you could’ve ever witnessed.

“low and behold… Megumi Fushiguro!!”

jazz hands are thrown around as you can’t help but crack a smile.

megumi’s hair looks fluffy, just like satoru’s, and it sticks out it places that look nothing like his father.

instead of his father, he looked like a mini gojo.

that in itself made you laugh to yourself quietly while you felt your heart warm.

and in the end, you could see megumi’s quiet fulfillment in his new hair.

“problem solved… hm?” satoru smirks, nudging you with his elbow while you cross your arms and roll your eyes playfully.

“yeah, at the cost of megumi’s patience and mine.”

“as wise people would say, no pain, no gain.”

“should I threaten to shave you bald next time?”

“I would… I would really prefer if you didn’t.”

bonus:

“Fushiguro, how do you style your hair?”

It’s early in the morning, and yuji is whining way to loud. and it’s inssistent before megumi knocks his fist into itadori’s head, a yelp screeching out of Itadori’s mouth.

“Stop screaming,” megumi sighs, yuji rubbing his head before megumi scratches his neck and mutters a quiet sentence.

“It’s a secret.”

—-

a/n: uhhhhhhhh idk i hope this made you laugh and im sorry if it didnt

“you sure? since we’re the only doctors on campus, we reap the most benefits,” smirk plastered on her face as the idea of infinite alcohol pleases her, and also the idea of not having to pay for a single drop of it.

yet here’s the thing, you’ve never said no to an offer of an after work party because of the benefits, heavens no. you only said no because the work party is centered around people you didn’t know. Sure, a night out sounds nice, but to celebrate it with a staff you barely knew sounded so terribly awkward.

you shift your stance to add, “I also gotta attend to my paper work centered back in Kyoto. But I’m sure you’ll be fine without me.” she stands up from her chair, slowly yet surely while fixing her white coat and hair.

“I’m just saying,” shoko shrugs, “letting off some steam is always healthy.”

“Drinking your liver away doesn’t compensate.”

“And so does smoking, but who’s stopping me? They say reverse cursed technique really does wonders for alcoholics like me.”

“Woow, don’t forget your nicotine addiction.”

“Mm, kinda hard to forget don’t you think?” Shoko laughs, stretching before making her way for the door while a smile grows on your face.

it just another day of attending to patients and morgues awaiting the two of you.

what a joyous day it was to be a jujutsu doctor.

you slide your way back into the medical hallway, small amounts of nurses moving smoothly while you make your way to the top priority of your list. the whole reason why you’re stationed here.

Gojo Satoru is quite the person, you noted. you could tell his personality centered around being a joyous ball of annoyance. a friendly face with the body of a deadly weapon. a great match, honestly.

but he was out of commission, and you could tell it killed him from the inside.

you could briefly understand why a man like him needs to move, but it’s not any of your business to interfere. just to heal whatever wound was left behind.

though something in you just couldn’t grasp it, why does he keep switching personalities? he’ll be all smiles before something slips and eats at him. yet he isn’t cursed at all.

but sometimes you feel like he’s suffering from one.

you steadily make your way to the door, nurse exiting the room quietly before you call for her attention.

“Statistics for Gojo Satoru?” You ask, the nurse with her tablet in hand nodding as she passes it to you, screen reading an overview of gojo’s case and what you decided needed focus on.

“Heart rate is normal, his internal seems to be intact,” you repeat back to yourself tapping the screen before glancing at the side notes and overview.

you look closly at the spinal injury, one considering his vertebrae column and the damage made to his spinal cord nerves, most likely impacting his walking ability which raises your attention.

then the whole fiasco from the day before flashes back towards your mind of gojos attempt to walk which indefinitely failed.

you tilt your head towards the nurse, one who you don’t know the name of unfortunately, and ask for a small favor that you hope she would comply with, “say, could you deliver a pair of crutches to gojo’s room?”

“of course! I’ll get on it right now.”

the nurse adapts quickly, tablet sliding out of your possession as she makes her way towards equipment, body turning through hallways like she knew it as if it was the back of her hand.

it slightly reminds you that you don’t work here. no, your work is settled all the way back in kyoto and this is just foreign ground.

nevertheless, work still calls.

before you open the door to gojo’s room, you knock roll up your sleeves. and to your surprise, a head of white hair is submerged in a blanket covering his figure and you can tell, he’s still sleeping.

you slowly approach the bed, body slumpt in a familiar position from how you left it yesterday and gojo is sound asleep. his chest heaving softly and you decide that you should check in on him later, rest being a crucial step for his case.

the moment you take another step, the floorboard creaks and gojo is darting up like a criminal caught, hair messy and eyes shot wide open as he immediately looks at your eyes, chills running through your back.

you freeze, legs locked as bright blues stare back at you.

“sorry,” he apologizes, exhale long as he runs a hand through his hair, “sorry, just— it’s a habit. uhm,” he glances at you and back at the room, reminding him of where he was and why he’s here.

“did you… need something?” he asks, hands still clenching the sheets before releasing the fabric and slowing down.

your shoulders drop, the shock of gojo’s sudden movements making your stomach twist, his facade gone. “i was just checking in on you, but do you need anything in particular..?”

“well…” he responds, staying quiet for a while more before scratching his neck, “you can use reverse cursed technique on other people right?”

you nod, his question bordering curiosity as he sits up properly continuing, “but from what I can see, you don’t have a lot of cursed energy.”

did he just call you weak? did he just— you knew he had eyes that could intake more information than yours ever would, but this?

your jaw ticked.

“I’m happy that you’re so knowledgeable in this topic,” you clenched your pencil in your coat pocket, “but if you ever comment on my cursed energy again, I might just have to refuse service to you.”

“I mean, I’m just stating the facts…””

“Did you need anything gojo?” You emphasize on need while his mind clicks again, smile reappearing as if your prickly mood seemed to make his day.

“oh right! whatever you did yesterday worked wonders. i don’t think i’ve slept that long in years,” gojo grins, cracking his neck in relief, “jus’ wanted to know what the game plan was.”

this guy cannot be real.

“well,” you step closer to him, a heavy sigh exiting your mouth as you recall his statistics, “the injury on your spine is impairing your ability to walk, so your back is most likely the first thing we’ll focus on.”

“oh yes, please. you don’t even understand how hard it is,” he points at his legs abruptly, “to have a bag strapped to your leg—“

“that is a catheter.”

“yeah catheter, whatever. the point is that there is a tube inside—“

“spare me the details, please.”

somebody knocks on the door cutting the moment short in blessing, gojo’s head is turning to face the sound while you reply a short, “come in,” not bothering to look.

the door slides open, and the nurse from before arriving with a pair or crutches in hand.

“the crutches you asked for,” the nurse starts, stepping inside while gojo’s jaw tightes, head turning to look away and posture dropping as his communicative personality slowly diminishes.

you notice it quietly. well, you actually notice two things.

one was gojo’s depressive behavior and two was the nurses inability to take her eyes off him.

“thank you,” you briefly interrupt, grabbing the crutches from her hands as she continues to stare. in admiration or concern? you didn’t know or care, yet you clear your throat, the nurses eyes still laying on the golden boy.

“is there something you need?” you mentioned, her daze snapping.

she jolts, stumbling over her words before spitting out, “oh! yes, of course! uhm, there was a group of students wishing to see Mr. Gojo. would you like to let them visit?”

“No.” a quick response exits gojo’s mouth sharply as it rings through the room, surprise taking you as you turn to look at him.

“say no. I’m not,” he bites his lip, “I don’t feel good. just maybe another day, you know?”

the nurse silently nods, while you signal her to leave, message taken quickly as she fiddles with her fingers.

“no visitors, got it. uhm. I’ll, I’ll take my leave then.”

and she’s gone in a flash, tension building onto itself.

silence falls on the room until you hear gojo shuffle, face tilted up to you.

“doc.”

you turn to look him, eyes glancing back onto his figure as he leans onto the headboard of the bed, bed frame groaning under his weight.

“I don’t want anybody to see me right now, especially the nurses,” he discloses, voice quiet yet not demanding.

“gojo, that’s practically impossible—“

“please. just one favor. you asked if I needed anything right?” his cerulean eyes caught the sunlight as you stand infront of his bed, gaze burning onto you, “this is what I need.”

“hold on—”

he swallows his feelings and runs another hand through his hair, strands messy yet undeniably perfect, before stating, “the only person I’ll allow to see me is you. you can do all your healing shit, but I don’t want any other person to know my condition.”

he continues, “not even shoko, not my students, higher ups, anybody.”

His words ring in your ears and you’re taking a step back mentally. Gojo Satoru, a man held in such a high esteem is practically pleading in-front of you.

ans his eyes are still on you, desperate to own your word of agreement you don’t even know you can give.

“please.”

and that’s all it does to make you sigh and seal the deal, hesitancy bordering your decision.

“fine, fine, fine! I’ll agree,” your brows furrow, “but for all problems concerning your,” you point to his abdominal region and a small frown slips, “catheter.. I’ll allow one nurse to attend, is that clear?”

“yes ma’am!”

your chest feels heavy, and you just agreed to a deal that would take much more of your time, but he was the main priority. the center of the world tipping on it’s axis based on gojo’s whim.

his presence was needed far more in society than your time ever was.

so if this was what he needed to heal whatever wound resided, mentally or physically, you could do it.

i mean, you were his doctor right?

you run your hands on the crutches before leaning them against the wall, gojo taking notice and following your movement.

“and since I’m the only doctor rehabilitating you, you’re gonna work twice as hard to get better, understand me?”

“of course, would never slack.” a small smile adorning gojo’s face and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“good. alright then, I’ll start treatment now. please excuse me.”

Gojo’s lying on his stomach, shirt lifted as he sleeps away on his pillows. you on the other hand? You’re pushing your cursed energy and converting it into reverse cursed energy, applying it to his spine and concentrating.

that’s until you feel your control slipping, sleeves unraveling, and mind begging for a source of caffeine.

you lower your hands, blink a few times, and stretch your upper back while staring back at gojo sleeping peacefully, and to be completely honest.

you’ve never seen a person sleep for such a loonngg time.

people go in comas, unconcious, but gojo? slumpt and snoring on pure will.

and you can’t lie, he looks absolutely divine. too bad he just had to be born as the strongest sorcerer and not a model, you feel like he would make absolute bank.

he groans as you tap on his shoulder, eyelashes opening he starts to wake up, face brushing the pillow harder as his back muscles stretch. mouthwatering?

if what you would say but unfortunately you’re a professional who knows boundaries. and you’re just so damn good at your job that you would never gawk at a patient during work. never.

“are you done?” he whines in disappointment, voice muffled in the cotton of the pillow as you stand up from your chair and rub your eyes, arms strained.

“mhm, now go ahead and stand up for me.”

it’s a silent agreement as he raises himself from the bed with comfort, hair a mess and yet he still looks absolutely beautiful.

which is totally unprecedented because when you wake up from slumber, you look like a matted cat who crawled out of who knows what.

his feet touch the ground slowly, floors cold, and he makes the first movement to stand, weight shifting comfortably.

and, wow.

you bite back a gasp.

gojo satoru was a fucking giant.

and gojo’s just smiling, raising a knee up and back down to test his legs, eyes wide with joy as he looks back on you exclaiming, “you don’t understand how good it feels to stand again.”

you unconsciously nod and take a hesitant step back, still witnessing his body in full form before clearing your throat and focusing. right, you needed to work. “and uhm, take a step forward for me?”

he takes one step, leg extending towards you and yet you can see his disbalence in his hip, but you’re not really suprised. you didn’t exactly heal him completely but you did the most important thing.

the ability to walk!

“Good, good. I haven’t finished treatment fully on your spine, so I suggest using one crutch to walk,” you comment, handing the metal device to gojo as he frowns in disdain of whatever he was staring at, “but now you can, hopefully, shower.”

“and piss.”

“righht..”

You make your way over to some papers to jot down notes before turning to Gojo who’s attempting to figure out how to place the crutch and walk with it, opting to using it as a cane instead. he seems to be doing just fine without your guidance. perfect.

“I’ll be leaving now, so don’t overwork your spine. I’m not really done healing it yet.”

a pout grows on his face, “you haven’t fully healed it?”

“I have to reserve my cursed energy for other patients, gojo.”

“woow, treating me like a side hoe aren’t you.”

a laugh slips out of your lips before you turn to the door, insinuating, “I might be your only doctor, but that doesn’t mean you’re my only patient.”

and you’re out the room, schedule still running with other priorities in mind to finish.

today felt, somewhat hopeful.

“have you heard? they say Gojo Satoru is weak now.”

“weak?“ a gruff voice laughs, “stop spreading lies. a man of his composure could never lose power.”

“but I’m truthfu! apparently there’s not even an ounce of cursed energy in his body,” a hyena laugh vibrates through the air, “the ‘strongest’ can’t even walk anymore!”

the room explodes into laughter, smoke resting in the air while men bare their teeth with plans to sink them into the top predator fallen prey.

“hmm,” the words settle in the air as a yellow toothed smile appears on an unknown face.

“interesting.”

a/n: uh oh gojo pls dont die a second time! anyway sorry if chap took too long to come out your girl is drowning in textbooks. also sorry for medical inaccuracies i am NOT knowledgeable in this topic.. 🥹

and nobody told me how much work it takes to make a fic look pretty bruh 🥀🥀

im never becoming a graphic designer

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