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going into a relationship with toji wasn’t easy. he often disappeared without a word leaving you worried about him. he also liked to quickly spend his money which led him to be financially depended on you.

back then you would’ve never imagined toji as a father. if somebody asked you “would you want him to be the father to your kids?” you would probably just shrug it off because as lovely as he is those nasty habits really got in the way of him being a good parent.

until one late spring evening, you took a test. mostly to ease your anxiety, since morning nausea hit you so hard for the past few days. so when he was fixing some cabinet in your shared kitchen, a loud gasp came from the bathroom.

toji dropped everything and quickly ran to you, instantly worried what could’ve happened. he opened the door without hesitation and saw you standing there frozen, the test in your hand.

he knew that look, that hand on your mouth, the test. he took a step forward and took the test in his hands. he moved his fingers through the positive as if checking that it was real.

he looked down at you and kissed your forehead before dropping to his knees. “y/n, you made me the happiest man on earth. i know i am an idiot. a reckless one. but i’ll change for you and the baby. i’ll do anything just to keep my little family safe.”

and just like that, after almost 7 years toji was putting a jacket on (not so) little megumi that was on his way to the first day of school.

he was holding his school bag in hand, waving a small ‘goodbye’ before running to the car that was parked in front of your house.

toji looked at him before grabbing his keys and turning towards the door. you spoke up “so, he’s really not our little boy huh?” toji then stopped and sighed.

he didn’t regret once when he worked his ass off just to see you and little megumi smile. but knowing that megumi won’t climb onto him anymore, he won’t need his father to scare bugs out of his room, he won’t need him anymore.

it felt like losing him. like megumi was a really important peace of his heart that was taken away. he smiled and hugged you “yeah, he’s a strong boy now, huh?” he kissed the top of your head but you could feel the tension in him.

suddenly you felt some wet drops on the back of your neck. “toji, are you crying? megumi isn’t leaving forever. he just opened a new chapter you should be happy.”

he let out that low chuckle “yeah, no, im not crying woman, you’re imagining things. i know he’s an independent man now. but still he needs me to get him to school.” he pressed a quick kiss before quickly turning away to hide the tears on his face and running to the car because megumi was yelling at him, worried he will be late for his first day.

winter break was just around the corner which meant only one thing - the biggest party of the season hosted by his fraternity.

he begged you to come. for days, he couldn’t stop bothering you that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and you had to be there, as a repayment to your tutoring.

as if you even wanted to tutor him.

but fine, you could go this once. it won’t kill you, yeah? so at 7 p.m. you were standing in front of the sigmaskibidialfaomegabeta house. loud music blasted through the walls, different colored lights came could be seen through the windows.

you passed a couple that almost ate each others tongue and walked through the front door. inside most people were already even slightly drunk.

squeezing yourself through the crowd, you went to the kitchen to observe. maybe you would find a friend that you could attach yourself to so you wouldn’t be standing like a loser there.

maybe satoru could keep you company but he was probably busy with managing the party. he was the president of the frat, he needed to make sure that everything went sm-

“how’s my favorite loser?” satoru spoke up from behind you, putting his hands on his shoulders and spinning you around. he had that smug smirk on his face that made you want to wipe it off his face.

“satoru, what are you doing here?” you replied, fixing the neatly done hair that you might’ve spent too much time on. “i’m hosting the party, no?” he laughed.

you rolled your eyes and he put up his arms. “you looked lost. thought you may need company.” satoru put a strand of hair behind your ear. “come on, i’ll introduce you to my friends.”

he took your hand and dragged you to a group - a few females and males. they were really nice and welcoming but it felt.. awkward at first. they knew each other for a long time but you were a completely new person that was forcefully dragged into the circle.

you noticed gojo slowly drifting towards some other people and as you blinked he was nowhere in sight. he seriously left you here. what an idiot.

you sat there for the next 30 minutes only awkwardly laughing at some things or not speaking unless spoken to. you tried to engage into the conversation but the party was just too overwhelming. so you took your things and searched for gojo.

as you saw him and reached for his arm “gojo, where did-“ he mumbled a quick “sorry, don’t have the time right now” and didn’t even look at you while running upstairs. so that’s how it is?

you walked to the kitchen to grab a drink, thinking maybe that he was just busy but now it seemed like he was ignoring you on purpose.

but was it really that hard to give an explanation why he left you in that circle and then didn’t even care? he invited you here in the first place, damn it.

you drank up some cheap alcohol and decided to leave. this really isn’t your thing, hm? so as you were walking out of the frat house you checked your phone for a uber until a familiar muscular arm grabbed you.

“hey hey hey.. y/n, where are you going?” gojo asked you in that curious but maybe just the tiniest bit panicked tone. “home, this isn’t my thing gojo.” you shook your arm and kept walking down the sidewalk staring at your phone.

he quickly appeared beside you and said “you’re mad aren’t you?” he looked down at you. you scoffed and rolled your arms “no, i am not.”

he chuckled “i can see that you are, your face speaks up for you. is it about me leaving? fuckkk, y/n..” he sighed and stood in front of you, blocking your path.

“look, i’m not proud of my behavior tonight but i don’t wanna fight. you got the wrong idea. toji is completely wasted and he needed my help. couldn’t leave the guy alone, you know?” he grabbed your chin.

“let me make it up to you y/n. it’s my bad for leaving you there and i’m sorry i didn’t think it through.” he looked into your eyes to see if he had any chance of being forgiven.

you sighed and pushed his hand away with a smile. how could you ignore those blue eyes? “whatever gojo, just don’t do dumb shit again, yeah?”

he smirked, already winning you over. he put his muscular arm around your shoulders and began walking with you towards your dorm. “did i win my forgiveness with my words or my charming looks?” he smugly asked.

at least that’s what half of the village thinks. with his four arms and being a “monster”, life wasn’t easy in a village where words spread like fire.

since he was a kid, he tried to act like he didn’t care. like he didn’t need any friends even though he kept looking at the kids playing together without a care in the world, while he carried this feeling on his shoulders that he wasn’t good enough to have friends.

he counted days till he was 18, finally able to move away and forget about the judging stares from elders that haunted him late at night.

at 11 he found a new place to hang out. it was by this old barn that was abandoned. he felt safe here as if no one would even dare to come here and mess with him. at least that’s what he thought.

he was sitting on a rock, kicking some smaller ones until a group of familiar boys came up to him.

“i heard my mom saying you should move out of the village. she’s right, you’re not doing anything good here.” the blonde haired boy spoke. sukuna knew them, they’re always taking bad about him to others.

“how does it feel being a monster? your parents probably don’t love you as much because you’re not normal.” the second kid said while kicking a rock at ryomen. he could easily scare them off, but maybe he didn’t care or was too tired. he just stared at the path in front of him, zoning out.

“hey, you freak! you’re mute suddenly? come on, you have two mouths. one of them must work, no-“ the blond haired boy said before a loud but unsure “hey!” interrupted them.

everyone’s gaze immediately focused on you. you walked up closer, suddenly impressed at your own confidence before saying “leave him alone, you’re not funny.”

the two boys bothering sukuna looked at each other and let out a scoff before mumbling something about next time.

sukuna looked at you amused, like he couldn’t quite believe someone stood up for him. “what are you doing?” he muttered.

you suddenly felt shy, you weren’t the confident type but something about the boys picking on him made you feel anger. “sorry, i just.. didn’t want them to bother you.”

he studied you for a second and looked away. “i do not need your help..” he said, obviously his ego too big to admit it. “..but i must thank you.”

you looked up at him and saw the faint blush on his cheeks. “no problem, sukuna, yes?” he nodded and turned his gaze towards you. “indeed. you are the girl that just moved in, i suppose?”

your eyes sparked up “eh? how did you know?” you looked at him confused as you sat down in front of him.

he looked at the sky and said “intuition.” while feeling guilty because you were talking to him. and the words would spread through the village that you were hanging out with the monster.

after all the judging stares, gossip, false accusations all pointed at you, it didn’t seem to bother you.

sukuna was more than people assumed. he seemed cold but he in fact also does have a heart and a brain.

you two were inseparable now. after years of hanging out you and ryomen had a bond that nobody could break. even your parents that highly disapproved of your relationship with him.

you both were 16 now. both of you slowly matured but your relationship didn’t change. it may be even stronger. you always showed up for sukuna, talked with him and saw past his tough facade. and if anybody picked on you for liking him? he made sure they wouldn’t even dare to bother you again.

one night, you decided to take a walk on the outskirts of the village. it was peaceful and quiet. the air was fresh, autumn just begun and all the trees were losing their leaves.

sukuna didn’t notice you at first, too busy on carrying his bag but your voice broke the silence. “sukuna? where are you going?” you asked.

he froze. he actually froze for a few seconds as if doing something illegal. then he turned around and said “i apologize y/n but.. i must leave this town.”

you wanted to laugh in his face. he wanted to leave? alone? at sixteen? leaving you behind? leaving every single moment in the past? “no you’re not.” you protested as your eyes were becoming glassy.

he took a step forward, to get closer to you. he gently lifted his hand and caressed your soft cheek with the back of his rough hand. “yes, i am. i apologize but.. there is no other option than escaping this. i don’t belong here. i am a burden to others and i don’t wanna keep hurting you. you should have the right to have other friends and not being left out because you like me.”

he tried to explain his position but in your head he was crazy. you explained this a thousand times to him. no matter what, you would rather be by his side all the time than find some other shitty friend who wouldn’t understand you just as he does.

you were now full on sobbing, head buried in his chest. this was some sick dream, right? he was just playing with you. this was a joke and he will laugh and-

“i’m leaving with you.” the words came out unexpectedly. but you meant them. his hands dropped from your side immediately but you were already running back home, ignoring him yelling at you.

as soon as you got back home you gathered all your most important things ready to drop everything behind you for him. you left a note for your parents ensuring them that you would be safe and happy with your new life so they wouldn’t worry. but you didn’t mention that you were leaving with sukuna, that would leave them furious.

and after a few hours of walking, you were asleep in his lap. the moonlight fell on your face every once in a while as the train moved fast. sukuna looked at you, before lifting his hand up and caressing your forehead gently. he made a promise that night.

he promised himself that he would give you everything you wanted. the life you deserved. he would treat you like a queen so you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. no matter what it takes, you deserve better.

he needed to repay you, the angel in disguise for always being by his side. you literally dropped everything in one night for him. that kind of trust and loyalty made him fall in love all over again with you.

both of you left the terrible past that night, opening a new path for the future with each other. where a single worry couldn’t reach you.

guitarist choso wasn’t really the type of person to go out and socialize. it’s not like he was completely anti-social, he just preferred to keep things to himself.

he spent most of his days working in the small music shop that wasn’t really popular. he worked there after the poor old owner got sick and needed someone to take care of the store for him.

if someone saw choso for the first time, they might think that he’s some weirdo who has a weird aura but after even one exchange of words everyone always thought he had the kindest soul.

maybe he was a little closeted loser but at the same time the most well behaved man on earth.

the day went as always, helping customers with their broken instruments, selling couple of cds, having conversations to loosen up the atmosphere with clients.

“seems good sir, see you around.” he nodded and handed the bag to the older man that was here to buy some old cds. just as the man walked out the door which caused the small bell to ring, he heard the sound of a melody from behind the shelves that he didn’t really pay attention to earlier.

it was hypnotizing. guitar was a popular instrument, millions of people taking the challange of learning to play it but this? this was something else.

somebody playing the electric guitar that was on display perfectly without messing up a single note and no spreadsheet? it took years to figure that out just on the spot.

he walked up and froze. the focused expression on your face made him feel suddenly warm as he listened to you playing.

you stopped, as you noticed him staring. putting down the guitar you said “sorry, just wanted to see if i can still play that thing.” a small awkward chuckle escaped you and you stood up.

choso reached out and stopped himself. god, obviously you wanted to leave. he stood there like a creep watching you. idiot. “no, you’re.. you’re amazing. you have talent.”

you smiled and thanked him for the compliment before sitting back down. “you play something?” he nodded quickly and sat down on the small stool next to yours as he grabbed the other electric guitar.

since then, the meet ups became a routine between you two. he played for you, you sang. you played for him, he listened. some customers even came to watch the small performances of the two talented musicians to support their hidden talent, complimenting the energy between you two.

you were someone choso looked up to. your talent sparked the little stars in his eyes and maybe.. you caused his heartbeat to go a tad bit faster.

the strongest sorcerer was always meant to be a weapon. people didn’t really see past the title, completely ignoring that he also had emotions.

he had more than enough money, constantly praised by people about his accomplishments and strength but something deep inside him felt empty.

that feeling that caught up to him when he couldn’t sleep. that feeling when he saw couples together acting all cute and bubbly. that feeling that will haunt him for the rest of his life. that feeling that he accepted - he won’t be loved.

gojo accepted it, that’s for sure but that didn’t mean the negative emotions disappeared. he still yearned for the true love, true care. he could get a woman if he wanted to but finding one that saw past his wealth, looks and title? absolutely impossible.

until fate decided otherwise.

satoru was walking back home from a convenience store with a bag full of snacks. he would probably watch some shitty and eat mochi just to pass time as soon as he got home.

deep into his thoughts, he didn’t realize he took the route he usually doesn’t take. the path leading into a dark alleyway that would cause the feeling of uneasiness on a normal person. not him though, he was fearless.

just as he walked out the alleyway, something or rather someone walked right into him. the sudden collision made him drop his bag. he didn’t really fall, since he had his infinity on but the woman did.

he turned the infinity off and kneeled down “hey, are you alr-“ he stopped. the words literally froze. as soon as you tilted your face upwards to meet his gaze he held his breath.

satoru gojo was never speechless but seeing the angel in front of him? well, there’s a first time for everything..

everyone always told him, that his eyes are so rare, pretty, unique, blah blah blah… but those innocent eyes staring right at him? his eyes suddenly weren’t so special.

he regained his composure and held out his hand “sorry..” he helped you get up and you replied with a smile “no, it’s my fault i wasn’t paying attention.” that smile.. it was so warm he suddenly trusted you as if you two knew each other just as long as he knew nanami or even shoko.

if they only knew, that he met the love of his life in that right moment. but he needed to take the chance and smoothly slide himself into your life. “no, it’s fine. as long as you give me your number.. otherwise we might have a problem.” he winked and hoped deep down you won’t think that he’s a creep.

surprisingly, that was a good hit since you laughed and took out your phone giving him your number. he wrote his info in and gave the contact name ‘hot guy that u bumped into (satoru gojo)’.

you shook your head with a chuckle. “i’ll hear from you soon..” you squint at your phone “gojo satoru?” he nodded “you sure will do..” he looked at his phone “y/n”.

he watched you walk off, the groceries forgotten on the ground, gojo standing there completely smitten and grateful that the universe actually gave him a love at first sight type of thing.

an: wow first time publishing omg omg ima shit my pants tell me how i did heh