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Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

A few minutes later, you find yourself in the fanciest salon you’ve ever been in. Today was truly a day of firsts it seems, and it would be full of plenty more considering the event you’re going to and the people you’re going to meet.

As soon as you sat down, Gojo left with a mischievous grin on his face as he called out to the stylist that was going to take care of you. “Take care of her for me, alright? Hair and makeup to complete the look!”

The stylist spun you around to face him as he waved Gojo away, “Yes, yes, now… let me work my magic in peace!” 

You chuckle at the interaction between the two, they seemed kind of close? 

The stylist gives you a look over before gasping, “I have JUST the idea, you are going to look amazing, dear~”

You’d never been pampered like this before, usually you had to do everything yourself, so this was a major change of pace to have a true professional take care of you. You space out as you find yourself relaxing, you find yourself reminiscing. Something you tend to do often, especially lately, you found a lot to reflect on in a new light the past few months. Maybe it was a way of coping with the events that had transpired this year.

Like many times as of late, you were pulled out of the thoughts at the motion of being swiveled around in the chair to face the mirror. You blink, snapping yourself out of the trance you had been in. You looked into the mirror and saw...you. But your hair was curled into the nicest waves you had ever seen, rolling like waves onto your shoulders. The makeup on your face made you feel like you had transformed into someone new. 

You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice when the stylist took the wrap off your head and replaced it with a dark grey eyepatch. The scarred parts of your face were exposed, but it had been so long since you took a look at the skin with a clear mind. It wasn’t as dark as before, it wasn’t because there was makeup on that part, but clearly time had helped heal it naturally. You blink at the realization that maybe it would be okay to not wear the wrap all the time. It actually felt so nice with it off, the skin that’s usually underneath gets a chance to breathe for once.

The eyeshadow complimented the color of your eyes perfectly, the black eyeliner perfectly executed and you couldn’t help but be amazed at how the whole look was now that everything was complete.

“Wow…” Your hands go up to your face, but are careful to not touch the freshly finished work of art.

The stylist puts a hand on his hip and flips his own hair, “Amazed? As you should be, I’m the best in the biz!” You turn your head back to look at him, “Yes, I am! I can see that!” You chuckle.

You see Gojo walk back into the salon as you converse with the stylist, gushing at how much of an amazing job he did. You smile as you call out to him, “Satoru! You’re back!”

As Gojo walks over to the chair you were sitting in, you realize how stunning he looks. He’s wearing a jet black three piece suit, a white dress shirt underneath, and a blue tie that happens to match your dress. He’s wearing his signature sunglasses that he wears whenever he doesn’t wear the blindfold. 

He looks so good. I’ve never seen him so dressed up before…

He places a hand on the stylist’s shoulder, “My friend, you did a wonderful job with my lovely (y/n) here. I’ll be sure to be extra generous with the tip.” You hear the stylist scoff, “Well I wouldn’t expect anything less!”

“Now, I believe it’s time to head out my dear.” Gojo pulls down his sunglasses and winks at you. He turns back to the stylist, “You can charge me directly, you know the drill.” The stylist crosses his arms and sighs, “Yes, yes, now go before you get in the way of my next appointment!” 

You giggle as Gojo pulls you by the hand, racing out of the salon, the two of you laughing like idiots until you get to Gojo’s car. He opens the door for you, “For the lady~” You roll your eyes and curtsey in return, “Oh why thank you, sir~”

Gojo turns on the music in the car and puts on the playlist the two of you created together a while back during one of your many weekend visits. The two of you sing along the whole time during the ride to Jujutsu High.

Upon your arrival, you start to get out of the door but Gojo grabs your wrist, preventing you from exiting the parked vehicle.

“Satoru? What’s the matter?”

You turn around to see him digging in his pockets for something before you hear an “Ah ha!”

He looks at you excitedly, “Turn around!” You give him a weird look and tilt your head in confusion before obliging to his odd request. The moment you’re facing away from him, you feel something cold around your neck. You look down to see a beautiful silver necklace with a single blue gem in the middle. You touch it gently and turn around, “Wh-what– why– for me?”

“It’s a present.”

“But you’ve treated me so much today!”

“This is a special present, (y/n). It belonged to my grandmother, a family heirloom of sorts. I wanted you to have it, because you’re so special to me and I want everyone here tonight to know that you’re mine. This necklace is proof of that.”

Your eye starts to tear up but you manage to keep the tears at bay this time, you wouldn’t dare waste the stylist’s precious efforts to doll you up.

You grab Gojo’s hands and clasp them in your own before looking directly into his eyes, “Satoru… This means so much, i– thank you.. I love you so much…” You take the initiative this time and lean in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, so as to not mess up your lipstick or leave him with a whole smear of lipstick stain on his face.

His hand gently caresses the side of your face, “Are you ready, (y/n)? Let’s go show the world the power couple that is Gojo Satoru and Nanami (y/n).”

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

You wake up to the alarm you set the previous night. You groan as you groggily fumble to turn off the alarm on your phone. It takes you a moment to realize where you are. You blink slowly as you open your eye. You remember spending the night at Gojo’s after another traumatic event that revealed some of your hidden potential and abilities. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down after remembering the gory scene that had gotten your heart racing again, you try to turn over in the silky bed sheets. 

Mmmmm, the sheets feel so much more silky than usual… Did Satoru get new ones since I was here last?

Your thoughts were interrupted by an arm turning you over and pulling you close. Your eye widens when you feel yourself in Gojo’s embrace. You weren’t so shy that you’d be surprised that he’d be cuddling you, but what shocked you about the embrace was that it was pure skin to skin contact. A small gasp escapes your lips as you remember the events that unfolded last night. A bright blush creeps up on your face as you hide your face into his chest.

“Good morning princess~” 

You felt a kiss on the top of your head.

“Morning, Satoru…”

You could feel him smile against your hair as you nuzzled into his chest. 

After a few minutes of cuddling, you try to wrestle free from Gojo’s grasp. He pulls you back into his arms but you whine in protest, “Satoru! We have to shop for the holiday gala tonight! I have nothing fancy to wear for something like this, so many important people are gonna be there!”

Gojo chuckles at your feeble attempt to escape and pats your head, “I have plenty of suits, but I do agree, your wardrobe is a bit more of a pressing issue!” You groan at his lighthearted jab at your fashion sense. 

“The party is at 7pm, we only have a few hours… It’s gonna take me forever to decide! You only make first impressions once, you know!” You whine as you drape your arms over Gojo’s chest. Gojo puts his arm on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze, to reassure you. 

“Well, well, you’re in good hands my dear! The great Gojo Satoru will take care of everything!” You let out a yelp as he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, his cackling filling the room accompanying your noises of surprise.

As you pass the mirror in the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of your two naked bodies, making you once again realize how embarrassed you were. A small shriek escapes your lips as the cold shower water hits your skin before warming up a split second later. You feel Gojo’s arms wrap around your waist from behind as he chuckles against your back, “You were so bold last night, princess. Why so shy now?”

Your hands go up to cover your blush covered face, even though he can’t see your face because he’s behind you. “I mean… I just..”

You feel him kiss your shoulder blade and hum. You try to continue to try to find the words to explain your sudden bravery last night. “I… uh…” He continues to pepper kisses across your back. “Uh.. I just.. I… don’t know. I just… kinda… love… you?” You barely manage to squeak out before Gojo whips you around to face him.

You’re met with wide blue eyes open in shock, his hair wet and dripping down his face. 

“What did you just say?”

Your eye widens to match his own expression, realizing that you just essentially confessed your love for him. You gulp as you look into his eyes, “I’m sorry, that was probably too soon, oh god, i’m sorry–” Your ramblings were cut off as Gojo pulls you into his embrace once again, somehow even closer than before. He takes one hand away to cup your face before you feel his lips crash onto your’s. 

This kiss felt different than all the rest before this one. It made your heart feel so insanely full of love, as if you could feel the sparks flying and see fireworks going off. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, your chest heaving heavily as you gasp for air. Gojo looks right into your eye, “I love you, (y/n). After almost losing you, I realized I'd do anything to protect you. I can’t risk losing you. I care about you way too much. Whenever I see your smile, I think I'm going crazy. I’m crazy about you, (y/n).”

Your mouth falls open at the unexpected confession. You were expecting him to push you away after you said that you love him, afraid that it would be too much commitment too soon into the relationship. But to your surprise, he embraced you. He didn’t push you away. You were beginning to think this was all a dream, but a chuckle and kind smile took you out of your head and back into reality.

“You really have a history of unintentional confessions, princess.”

You roll your eyes and sigh, though you know it’s true. First, the confession after the outing to the bar after you first got hired at Jujutsu High. Now, this. “God, this is so embarrassing…” You turn back around and try to reach for the shampoo before Gojo’s hands stopped you from doing so. He rested his head on your shoulder and looked at you, “Now now, no need to be embarrassed of our love~” He gushes as he grins at the blush that creeps up on your face. Once again, your own body is betraying you.  

You groan and make grabby motions at the shampoo and conditioner, “Can we just get ready and go shopping already?” Gojo reaches the bottles first and chuckles, “As you wish, my dear~”

“You’re lucky I love you, dumbass.”

Thankfully the rest of the shower and getting ready for the day was much more peaceful, giving you both a rare slice of domesticity that sorcerers rarely get to experience. Gojo washed your hair and scrubbed your body, you tried to return the favor but you were too short to wash his hair comfortably. When it came to getting dressed, you didn’t have any clean clothes. The incident last night left almost all of your clothes a varying combination of dirty and bloody. Though Gojo’s clothes were certainly too big to use normally, you ended up wearing one of his long silky dress shirts as a dress. Gojo decided to dress it up with a belt around your waist and gave you a blazer of his to finish the look.

You gave yourself a look in the mirror, surprised at the look that Gojo put together on you. You had to give him credit where credit’s due, “Wow, this is… pretty good.” Admittedly, it wasn’t something you’d typically wear, but you felt like a model.

Gojo lets out a huff and puts his hands on his waist, standing behind you, admiring his work, “Of course it’s good, it’s ME we’re talking about after all!” You chuckle and nod in agreement. He rests his head on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror again. “Now… Let’s go shopping!” He twirls you around in circles before leading you out of the bedroom, hand in hand. He hands you your phone and keys that you quickly slip into the pockets of the oversized blazer before the two of you slip your shoes on and head out the door to start your last minute shopping adventure at around noon. 

When you arrive at the mall, you are amazed at the sight that greets you. It was a mall you’d never been to before– for good reason. The only stores in sight were high end names, some that you’ve never even heard of before but you knew it was out of your price range just by looking at the storefronts. 

You tug at Gojo’s sleeve, “Satoru… I can’t afford even the cheapest thing at any of these stores…”

A smug look graces his face as he whips out a card from nowhere, he leans forward, closing the distance between your faces, his sunglasses falling to the tip of his nose, allowing you a look into his baby blue eyes.

“I got it covered, darling~” You gasp, “Satoru! You know how expensive these brands get!”

He winks at you, “Just think of it as a gift, it’s the least I can do as a gentleman. Since you’re going to be my date to the party, right?” You start to open your mouth in protest but… the idea of Gojo spoiling you…. sounds kinda nice actually?

You fiddle with your hands as you look at the floor, “I suppose I can allow it this one time…” Your cheeks heat up at the thought of being at Gojo’s side tonight as you meet a lot of important and prominent figures in the jujutsu society.

“Great! Let’s go!” Gojo drags you by the wrist without warning into a store straight ahead without hesitation. “This place is my favorite, I’ve wanted to bring you here for a while.” You’re hesitant about stepping into such a nice looking place, and Gojo must sense your nervousness, because he laced his fingers with yours and brought you over to the sales attendant that greeted Gojo by name when you walked in.

“Gojo-san, what can I do for you this fine afternoon?”

“My girlfriend and I have an important work gala this evening to attend, and I wanted to bring to my favorite shop to find her the perfect dress for the event!” 

The attendant gasps and brings a hand up to her lips, “My, how wonderful! I’d be honored to assist!” The attendant turns to you and smiles gently as she gestures to the back of the store, “Miss, follow me, please. I’ll take you to the fitting room and will bring you a selection of dresses shortly.” 

You try to return the kind smile and nod nervously as you quickly follow the attendant. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Gojo shoo you as he grins. He was totally in his element here, whereas you looked like a fish out of water. After you turn around to follow and try to catch up with the attendant’s quick pace, he just chuckles to himself. All he can think about is how you are way too cute. Teasing you was his favorite pastime after all.

Back in the dressing room, you find yourself in the largest changing room for one person you’ve ever been in. It was very monochrome, black and white walls with silver accents adorning the hangers and hardware of the door. One wall was a mirror, from head to toe. There was even a black velvet plush bench that sat along one side of the room, opposite from the wall where a large number of dresses that the attendant picked out for you were hung.

Feeling intimidated by the selection of dresses before you, you slowly undress as you look at them, wondering where to start. After a couple minutes of deliberation, you start trying on the dresses. With the amount of dresses you were given, it would likely take a while to go through, so you decided to start with the first one you saw.

After going through most of the dresses, none of them felt quite right. If Gojo was going to spoil you with this dress, you wanted to make sure that this was the right one. Granted he wouldn’t care and would probably buy out the whole store if he wanted to, but your frugality and upbringing made you deliberate this choice very carefully.

As you pull one hanger off of the rack on the wall, you gasp as the dress you peel away reveals a stunning dark blue dress. Rarely do fancy brand name things capture your heart, but once you laid your eyes on this dress, you were in love with it. You move the other hanger to the side to reach this blue number. You take it off the hanger and slip it on. It fit perfectly. The thin straps, the sweetheart neckline, the way it flowed to just above your ankles, it was perfect. 

You slowly opened the door, the attendant turning to you quickly, her hands clasped together in front of her, “How may I help you, miss?” You smile at her, “I think this dress is the one. Could you get Gojo-san for me?” The attendant nods with a slight bow, “Right away, miss!”

Just a few moments later, you see the attendant round the corner with Gojo in tow. The moment he sees you in that beautiful blue number, you could see him try to suppress a gasp that leaves his lips. You try to fight back a grin, seeing such an expression of love on his face. He whispers something to the attendant and hands her his card, making her bow to him as she frantically runs back to the front of the store.

Gojo walks closer to you and whistles, “You look stunning.” You laugh a bit, “Just wait till I do my makeup and hair later!”

“Later? We’re doing that next!”

You blink, “Huh?”

“Well,” He looks at his phone, “Considering it’s now 3pm, I thought I should take you to get your hair and makeup done! There’s a pretty nice salon just upstairs, you know~”

Holy crap, it’s 3 already?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the attendant who returned with a pair of matching blue heels that seemed to be dusted with a silver sparkle, and a silver clutch purse. She hands you them with a courteous smile, you accept them but glare suspiciously at Gojo. The attendant bows as she returns Gojo’s card before returning to her post at the front of the store.

You tilt your head, “What was that all about?”

Gojo stuffs his hands in his pockets, “I bought the dress. Oh, and the shoes! The purse too.” This makes your jaw drop, you only initially agreed on a dress. He walks closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek, “When I saw how good you looked in that dress, I couldn’t help it.”

God, you hate how flattery from him worked on you.

He crouches down and puts the heels on your feet. They fit perfectly. You were truly feeling like a princess. He looks up at you and smiles as he hands you the silver clutch purse that you had set down just a moment earlier, “Put your things in here, we’re going to get you all dolled up!” You take it and head back into the dressing room, pulling your stuff out of the pockets of the oversized blazer Gojo had dressed you in earlier.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Upon being teleported into Gojo’s place, you’re conscious of how heavy your limbs feel after Gojo sets you down on your feet. Your heart thumps heavily and irregularly, not sure what to do now.

As if he knew what you were thinking, he motioned you to follow him, “Let’s get you cleaned up, (y/n).” You nod and slowly follow him into his bedroom. Your slow footsteps lead you to see Gojo facing you with a small pile of folded clothes in his arms once you enter the room. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he hands you the clean clothes, “You can get changed into these after you shower.” You return the small smile and graciously take the clothes from his hands.

“Speaking of… does my princess need some help cleaning up?” Gojo grins and wiggles his fingers at you, making you finally chuckle for the first time tonight. When the chuckle breaks free from your lips, you roll your eyes with a weary look on your face, “I’m okay Satoru, I can handle it, I promise.”

“Aw… what a shame!” 

You weakly smack Gojo’s arm. The smack was more like a gentle pat, you were exhausted– and god, did a nice hot steaming shower sound like heaven right now. The grin on Gojo’s face turned into a much gentler expression after seeing a bit more of your usual self resurface, “You know where the bathroom is, it’s all yours. And don’t worry about making a mess, I can take care of it later.” He ruffles your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head and walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone in his bedroom.

Looking to your right, you see the door leading to the spacious and luxurious bathroom. You’ve spent many days and nights here at this point, it honestly felt like a second home. As your hand turns open the knob, you catch yourself looking at your wrist before entering the bathroom.

You start to undress and take off the wrap around your head as well, being as careful as you can to avoid making a mess with all the blood and dirt that coated your clothes. Everything in this room– no, this house– was expensive, knowing Gojo. He had an exceptionally expensive taste because he could afford it, with his seemingly endless wallet. 

You removed your coat, carefully placing your phone and keys that were in the pockets onto the counter, making a mental note to clean them after you showered. Thanking the stars that you managed to avoid any major messes, you bundle up your clothes, wrapping it all inside your coat that was flipped inside out. You set the bundle in the sink, deeming it the best place if anything was to fall out, it wouldn’t have many places to go.

Before you step into the shower, your reflection catches your eye in the full body mirror. You, admittedly, looked like shit. More than usual, considering you still had scars all over from your initial curse incident and had an empty eye socket staring back at you. Somehow you had smears of blood and grime from the alleyway smeared all over you still. One thing made you uneasy, even though the danger passed. You couldn’t see the black mark where your familiar(?)...shikigami(?)... curse(?) lay dormant. You quickly pull up your wrist to your face. A sigh of relief falls from your lips as you see it’s still there. But you look back at the mirror, you can’t see it there. You were aware you were the only one who could see it… but it doesn’t show up in the mirror? You find yourself wondering if that would be the case for pictures, and you wonder if Maki could see it since she doesn’t have any cursed energy?

You shake the thought from your head and get into the shower, you felt you had denied your body the reprieve of Gojo’s fancy rainfall shower for far too long. Initially you hiss at the sting of the hot water hitting your skin, the temperature was scalding, a large contrast to your body that had been outside in the winter and dropped in temperature during your extended panic attack. But after a few minutes, you find your muscles able to finally release the tension you had been holding in for too long. With the steam enveloping you, you finally were able to feel truly at ease. The comfort of the shower made your mind drift off as you started scrubbing away all the blood and dirt on your skin.

With a deep sigh of relief, you step out of the shower. You take another glance at the full body mirror. Much better. 

You get dressed in the clothes that Gojo gave you. Pulling the shirt over your head to put it on, you inhale and smile. It smelled like him. You knew he gave this one to you on purpose. Ever since that one night you latched on him in your sleep, making him leave his jacket behind as the only means of escape, he never ceased to tease you endlessly about how much of a weirdo you were for sniffing clothes. You chuckle at the memory, as much as he teased you, he knew it would give you comfort to wear one of his shirts and spare sweatpants right now. It was like a hug to the senses, as silly as that sounds.

Carefully, you move the bundle of dirty clothes from the sink onto a spot on the floor where it couldn’t unfurl easily. You move your attention to your phone and keys that you had set onto the counter before you got into the shower. It took a bit longer than you’d thought to get everything in a presentable state, but you did it. You had to be especially careful with your phone, you know, since it’s an electronic device and all. 

You put your phone and keys in the right pocket of the sweatpants Gojo gave you, before stepping out of the bathroom and then you made your way into the living room. 

You see Gojo sitting on the couch, some silly comedy show on the TV at low volume. He turned around and waved you over. But before you had the chance to plop down next to him, he pulled you closer to him, you ended up sitting in his lap with your arms reciprocating the hug around his torso. With your head on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. You feel his breath on your neck, as he had tucked his head into the crook of your neck. You close your eye.

Before you could think, words came stumbling out of your mouth, “Satoru… I– I killed a man tonight…”  

Gojo takes one of his hands away from your back to pet your hair gently, “He was a bad man, (y/n).” 

“But–”

“Shh… it’s okay. Just know that you did us a favor, alright?” He patted your head gently. You turn your head up to look at him, “W-what do you mean?”

“This guy had been a bit of a thorn in our sides, he had tried to sabotage various missions recently. More often than not, his intrusions caused grave injuries to a good number of sorcerers. His tattoos and garb made him stand out like a sore thumb, even more than me! Yet he was impossible to track, until now, of course.”

“Oh.” You bury your head back into his chest, knowing you had avenged some fallen sorcerer’s out there made you feel a tiny bit less guilty, but you knew this gnawing at your chest wouldn’t fully go away for quite some time. But for now, it was best to focus on the here and now. 

You stay in Gojo’s arms for a while, neither one of you exchanging a word, just silently taking comfort in each other’s arms– until your phone dings, that is. You awkwardly scramble for your phone, wrestling out of Gojo’s arms to see who texted you. You let out a sigh of relief when you see that it was Ieiri-san.

12:36am- Ieiri-san: Everything good? Are you doing okay?

12:37am- (y/n): Yeah, cleaned up and all good. Thanks for checking on me <3 

12:37am- Ieiri-san: Glad to hear it, make sure to get some proper rest alright? You’ll need it for the holiday party tomorrow… well, this evening technically, since it’s the next day now.

12:39am- (y/n): Haha… yeah… I totally remembered that was a thing… yup.

You felt your stomach drop, you completely forgot about the holiday party happening at the school. It was a yearly event that many sorcerers that lived all around Japan would fly into Tokyo to attend. The Tokyo campus would always be used as the main hub for the event, which you compared to a gala of sorts. This would be your first year attending, as the jujutsu world didn’t even know about you till a few months ago. Given everything that had been going on, it was the last thing on your mind.

“Satoru… did you remember that the holiday party is tomorrow… er– today… since, you know, it’s the next day and all…” You mumble, trying to get your point across with your flailing hand gestures.

Gojo lets out a hearty chuckle, “Oh you’re funny–” The laughter abruptly stopped and the smile fell from his face. “Shit.” You plant your face back into his chest and groan, “God, we are such idiots… I don’t even have an outfit!” 

“Well!” Gojo scoops you up from the couch, earning a yelp from you at the sudden movement, “Looks like we have some shopping to do in the morning!” He carries you to the bedroom and plops you down on the bed. He lets you set an alarm for the morning on your phone before he gives you a kiss on the forehead before turning away, preparing to leave the room and settle down on the couch for the night– that’s what usually happens whenever you stay the night at Gojo’s, despite your protests for him to take the bed instead of you. But this time, before he could walk away, you find that your arm moves without thinking and grabs his wrist.

“Satoru, please stay with me tonight.”

You look up at him with puppy eyes, and to your surprise, he actually listens to you. You feel the weight of his body lay down on the bed next to you. When you roll over to look at him, you see his bright blue eyes shining, eyes crinkling at the corner because of the satisfied smile on his face, “I thought you’d never ask!” The next thing you know, you’re enveloped in Gojo’s arms once again. He smelled like vanilla, a scent you could never get enough of. He was your comfort, the one who was by your side time and time again in your time of need. The butterflies suddenly explode in your stomach as you realize it. 

I love him.

You try to build up the courage to once again speak your mind, a gulp making you hesitate before you manage to let out a whisper.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Upon being teleported into the infirmary and being set down on one of the doctor’s examination tables, you sat there blankly, your vision still shaking– albeit a bit less than before. You could see and hear what was going on around you, but every single limb felt like lead, you couldn’t move. You could hear Ieiri-san and Gojo talking behind you while she examined the body of the curse user that Ijichi-san brought in at Gojo’s request.

Meanwhile, all you could do was sit, legs dangling off the edge of the table, and stare into your lap. The small dog sized, painted-looking, miniature version of the curse that nearly killed you months ago, was curled up in your lap. It was an ugly thing– a small tangle of arms with claws and holes for eyes. Staring into where its eyes should be, you find that your hand subconsciously moves to touch its head. It felt like your hand moved on its own, an almost out of body experience, since you were unable to move it of your own free will just moments ago.

The curse perked up at the gesture, well, you tried to decipher as much, as it seemed to gurgle in a higher pitch at the feeling of your touch. It turned its head towards you, leaned into the palm of your hand, and disappeared. You thought it disappeared, at least, until you noticed something on your wrist. On the inside of your left wrist was a black mark that looked like a paint brush stroke. Your fingers gently caress the mark, and you inhale quietly at your surprise. You felt it. The curse. It protected you, it was still there– inside the mark on your wrist, meaning it was inside you.

You close your eye, your limbs still heavy, although not as heavy as they had been the past few hours. These past few hours felt like ages, being frozen in time, and it was just at this point that you had started to thaw and melt through the ice as you felt the heaviness leave your limbs slowly but surely. You focused on breathing with your eye closed as you held your left wrist, covering the mark that had just appeared.

Breath in.

1,2,3,4.

Breath out.

1,2,3,4.

This meditative cycle of deep breaths continued until you opened your eye and you felt like you had more control over your body again.

You open your eye to see Ieiri-san’s face just inches away from your’s. To say it gave you shock might have been an understatement.

“(y/n), what the hell was that?”

You blink, “What was what?” 

Ieiri-san backed away from your face and crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. You noticed Gojo was sitting on the bench across from you too. Gojo had his arms crossed too, but for some reason he had a grin on his face. In this type of situation, you had no clue why he would look so happy.

The doctor sighed and looked at you as if you were the most dense person on the planet. “Your cursed energy, the little that was there, was nearly depleted when you arrived, (y/n). I was about to get started on your treatment and check if you had any inHave you known how to use reversed curse technique and never told me this whole time?”

The grin on Gojo’s face grew bigger, somehow. You looked at him, then back at Ieiri-san. “I– I what?”

Gojo stood up and clapped, “Wow, truly a surprise! I didn’t know my precious girlfriend was so gifted! Reverse curse technique is quite valuable, isn’t it, Shoko?” 

The doctor, who’s most notable in jujutsu society for her expertise in said subject matter, nodded, “It is, and I admit, you never seem to cease to surprise me (y/n). Those of us that are able to do so are very far and few between. I could use some help around here, you know, if you think you can handle it.”

You look down at your empty lap, “If it means I can help people, I suppose I'll do what I can. After that incident a few months ago, and tonight, I have a feeling I can handle it, you know?” 

Maybe it was adrenaline kicking in after the shock had worn off, or maybe the fact that you had just killed someone hadn’t sunk in yet, but there was tug in your chest that compelled you to want to help. You had recalled all those moments in your life when you had felt useless and incapable of being a ‘somebody’, it felt so similar to the moment you had woken up with a renewed conviction to live and make something out of your boring life prior to joining the staff at Jujutsu High.

Ieiri-san smiled gently when she noticed the sullen expression that landed on your face when you turned to look at the corpse behind you, “Your first dead body?” You nodded solemnly. “Well, the first is usually the worst. I’d say it gets better, but it doesn’t. You just get desensitized to it eventually.” You looked up at her face, you knew how hard she worked, the eyebags were proof of that. She’s seen the worst of the worst, yet you admire how strong she still is, despite everything she’s gone through.

“Well, we can figure out the details later. But I think there’s something else we need to address, (y/n).”

“Something else?”

“I’m talking about your little friend that disappeared, (y/n). You know, the one that killed that curse user?” She gestured to the table behind you, but you didn’t look. You never wanted to see that mess again if you could help it.

“Oh.. um… here.” You extended your left arm to show Ieiri-san and Gojo your wrist.

“There’s nothing there, (y/n). What do you mean?” Ieiri-san’s head tilted, a clear look of confusion as she examined your arm.

“Satoru… do you see it?” You glance over at him, anxiety bubbling up in your chest. Ieiri-san couldn’t see the mark? You were wondering if you had finally gone crazy.

Your question prompts Gojo to stand up and take a closer look at your wrist. “I don’t, (y/n). Is something supposed to be there? What does this have to do with your missing curse buddy?”

Your heart drops into your stomach, your shoulders sink.

“You don’t see the mark? It looks like a black paint brush stroke… ” you take a look at your wrist and point to where the mark is. 

Gojo hums, “I can sense a higher concentration of cursed energy there, how about you Shoko?” The doctor takes your wrist in her hands again. She nods, “I do as well.”

“I can feel it, the curse is in there. It didn’t disappear, I just know it.”

Both Gojo and Ieiri-san look at you with a shocked look on their faces. 

“Do you think you can call it back out, (y/n)?” Gojo leans in and tilts his head as he asks you to try and summon it. You look at your wrist and slowly trace the mark from top to bottom with your right index finger while concentrating on communicating with the curse.

To your pleasant surprise, the same curse pops into existence and plops right back into your lap. The sudden weight shocks you, you lift both of your hands up in surprise, “You guys can see it, right?” 

The two of them nod.

You lift up the curse in your arms and look at it. In your head, you tell it to go sit on Gojo’s lap. It obeys. It looks back up at you from Gojo’s lap, tilting its head, as if it was asking if it did a good job.

“Hmmmm, I should have ya talk to Megumi-chan, this thing kinda behaves like a shikigami!” He pats the head of the curse.

You hold your arms out to the curse, gesturing for it to return back to you. It happily(?) obeys once again. You take a guess as to how to return the curse to your arm and trace the mark on your wrist once again.

“This is weird.” The curse disappears into the mark that only you can see on your wrist.

“Weird is the norm around here, but you seem to have it under control already! I knew you used to be one of those gifted kids when you were younger but sheesh, ya sure you ever stopped?” Gojo rested his head into his hand that was propped up on one of his knees.

You huff out a breathy scoff in response.

The smile falls from Gojo’s face, “Just don’t let this thing out when I'm not around, mmkay? Let’s keep this a secret from the higher ups…” You nod, it was best to keep the news of your new companion under wraps.

You sigh, “I doubt i’d even have time to think about it anyways, seeing as I’ll be spending my non teaching days here… which is most of the week…” 

Ieiri-san chuckles, “Welcome to the club! I look forward to having you keep me company around here, (y/n).” The doctor brushes her hand through her hair as she laughs, “Though I’ve never had an apprentice before, so this will be interesting!”

Gojo stands up and ruffles your hair before giving you a kiss on the forehead, “You’ll do great.”

You could practically hear the doctor roll her eyes at Gojo’s affectionate display right in front of her. “Now, if we’ve got everything settled… It’s late. Satoru, take her home with you, and be there in case she needs anything.” Gojo nods and picks you up princess style. It was at this moment you realized your clothes were still bloodied and you became aware of the sticky feeling of blood and the smell of iron flooded your nostrils.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Gojo was in his apartment, sprawled across the couch, awaiting your arrival. You had told him you were going out shopping that evening and were going to drop off your purchases back at the school before heading over to his place.

However, it was getting a bit late and he hadn’t heard any word from you. No notice or heads up. You weren’t someone who was typically late like he was. You were always on time, if not always early. The time was about 10pm, you were supposed to be here at 9:30pm. A sinking feeling made its way into his gut. He didn’t like it one bit. Sure, you could have been held up by a late train or bus, but seeing how timely Japan was, it didn’t seem likely. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to you, though he told you to call him as soon as possible if you were in danger. 

Maybe you bumped into an old acquaintance or someone you knew and got carried away chatting? That wasn’t likely either, as mean as it was for him to think– you didn’t have many friends, and the chance that you bumped into someone like Shoko was slim. 

That being said, he whipped out his phone to give Shoko a call.

After a few rings, a sleep deprived Shoko picked up, “What do you want, Satoru? It’s late.”

“Hey Shoko… Are you with (y/n) by any chance?”

“No, I haven’t. Is something wrong?”

Gojo sighs, “She was supposed to be here over 30 minutes ago, she hasn’t texted or called me so I thought maybe she ran into you or someone and got carried away talking.”

“As much fun chatting away the night would be with (y/n), I haven’t seen her. Unfortunately I’m stuck with some fresh bodies in the infirmary for the night, the perks of being on-call.” The doctor replied, sarcasm dripping from every word that came out of her mouth.

“She was out shopping for some art supplies and was going to drop it off at the school before heading over. Could you check if she came back yet? She’s not answering my texts or calls.”

Shoko could hear the worry in his voice, “I’ll check her classroom and room real quick.” She hung up the call.

Gojo sat on the couch, the sinking feeling in his gut growing exponentially by the minute. He leaned his head back over the couch and closed his eyes to try and shut out the possibility that something had happened to you.

*ding*

10:21pm- Shoko: Satoru, she’s not here. 

“Shit…” Gojo mutters under his breath as he sees Shoko’s message. Shoko’s confirmation of you not having even returned to the school yet solidified his suspicion that something had happened to you. Though you hadn’t answered any of his texts or picked up any of his calls, he decided to try and call you one last time before going out to search for you himself.

To his surprise, the call goes through.

“(y/n)?”

No response, just the faint sounds of your irregular breaths make it through the phone.

“(y/n)? Hello?”

He hears a small sniffle, alarms starting to go off in his head. If you were crying, you weren’t okay. Still, he tries to get a response from you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Are you okay? (y/n)? Speak to me!”

After only hearing the sound of your panicked breaths for a while, while waiting for you to answer his question, he hears you clear your throat and barely manage to squeak out a few words.

“P…pick me up, p-please.. S-s-sator-u..”

Practically flying off the couch, he bolts to grab his coat, “I’m on my way, where are you? Send me your location, (y/n).”

He doesn’t hear you respond, but he sees the text message with your current location. “(y/n), i’ll be right there. Stay put, you’ll be okay.” Hoping that would be enough to reassure you, he hangs up the phone and heads out of his apartment and into the snowy streets of late night Tokyo.

When he started to get close to your location, he could sense a concentrated spot of cursed energy that only got stronger as he got closer to it. The feeling of cursed energy was not the only thing intensifying, so did a metallic smell that filled his nose. He quickened up his pace, almost running as fast as he could before he arrived at your location, where the cursed energy and the metallic scent of blood was the strongest.

Whatever he was expecting to see, he wasn’t expecting this.

Concrete walls, vending machine, and snow, all stained with a crimson that almost had a hint of purple to it.

The corpse of a strangely tattooed man dressed in a hybrid of hospital scrubs and traditional shrine clothing. A large gaping hole in his chest, his insides scattered around his body in the pool of blood he was laying in. Gojo crouched down to assess the strange man. He could tell that he was a curse user, judging from the type of residuals he had left behind. 

And then there was you.

Huddled up in the dead end of the alleyway, arms hugging your knees to your chest. You were visibly shaking, covered in blood, unlocked phone still in your hands. It was almost like you were frozen, besides the fact that you were wildly shaking in your state of shock. You kept staring at your phone, unable to register that Gojo was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. 

Something Gojo couldn’t ignore right off the bat was the thing that was… curled up(?) at your feet. The trail of blood led to you and the creature curse. He stepped over the corpse and walked over to you slowly, as to not startle you or the curse with any sudden movement.

Upon Gojo getting closer, the curse got up and gurgled at him, baring its many claws in a threatening manner, as if to warn him not to get too close to you. It seems that it could sense that he was very powerful, as was typical for being composed of cursed energy. Gojo stopped and crouched down to look at the small dog sized curse. He put his hand on his chin as if he was deep in thought and looked at you. You were still frozen, your body and gaze unmoving. He looked back at the curse.

Hmmmm….

He had a feeling it was protecting you. But why? And why did it look so strange? It’s appearance was almost that of a shikigami, but it was most definitely a curse.

Gojo reached his hand out to the curse, palm up, to try and show that he didn’t mean any harm to it or you. The curse gurgles again, before lifting up one of its many arms and poked Gojo’s palm with one of the claws. Drawing a tiny drop of blood from Gojo’s hand, the curse gurgles in satisfaction before moving to your side so that Gojo could get closer to you.

When Gojo’s hand touched your cheek, your whole body flinched and stared right into his eyes. His touch brought you out of that frozen state, but behind your eyes, he could see the fear still holding you back. You blinked a few times. Looking into his eyes, you try to speak but nothing comes out. Your brain and entire body felt numb as you got lost in Gojo’s eyes. 

You saw a man, albeit an evil one, get murdered and gutted in front of your eyes. You didn’t want to have to come to terms with that it was your fault. This small version of the curse that had almost killed you, you knew it was of your making. Maybe that’s why it put you into such an extreme state of shock. The painterly look of this curse existing in real space, there’s no mistaking it. It was your rendition of the curse that had almost killed you. It protected you, but it killed a person. The person being a curse user didn’t lessen the blow. They were still a person who was alive, but now they’re dead– because of a creation of your own making.

Unresponsive to anything he was saying, Gojo sighed. He pulled out his phone and called Shoko.

“Satoru, this is the second time you’ve called me tonight. What’s wro–”

Gojo cut her off, “Shoko, I have another body for you. I’ll get Ijichi to bring it in tonight. It’s not (y/n), don’t worry. She’s here, she’s okay, a bit shaken up, but I don’t see any major injuries on her.”

“Get them over here right now.” The doctor hung up on him.

He stands up, glances at the curse that was nestled into your side. He picks you up first, then bends down to pick the curse up and puts it in your lap. The curse deemed this acceptable, as long as it was with you and you weren’t in danger, it seemed docile enough.

Gojo looks over at the body. He pulls out his phone and calls Ijichi. 

A nervous voice comes through the phone, “G-gojo-san? To what do I owe the pleasure this late?”

“I’m sending you a location. I need you to pick up a body and bring it to Shoko right now. Afterwards, I need you to contact the cleaners. This is a messy and gruesome scene. I’ll fill you in on the details when you get to the school. Get on it. NOW.” 

“Y-yes! Straight away, Gojo-san!” Gojo could hear the sounds of keys jingling and turning, along with the sound of the engine of Ijichi’s car starting up. Gojo hung up the phone and stuffed it back in his pocket.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

A few months had gone by since you had joined the staff of Jujutsu High, it was now December. Snow covers the ground and occasionally graces the citizens of Tokyo with a beautiful sight whenever it falls from the sky. Illuminations heightened the beauty of winter in the city, which is what you found yourself to be marveling at one evening mid december.

You were walking through the beautifully lit path with a bag of art supplies– chalk, charcoal, and a variety of tools to use with the dry media you were going to introduce to them after their short holiday break from classes.

It wasn’t often that you went out on your own, especially so late in the evening, but you wanted a chance to look at the beautiful illuminations that had just popped up nearby. It was close enough that you could quickly make it a little detour as you walked back to Jujutsu High. Upon nearing the end of the path, you sigh and smile, you could never get sick of seeing these beautiful, twinkling installations pop up every year.

As you continued your walk back to the school, you saw a vending machine in a small alleyway with your favorite drink finally back in stock. You gasp in excitement and trot over to the machine, your shoes crunching in the freshly fallen snow with every step. Humming with happiness, you pull out your coin purse and pick out the right amount of coins the drink cost. You slid the coins in and pressed the button to select your favorite drink. Bending down to get the drink, you start to feel a sense of dread when you stand back up as you hear a menacing laugh looming over your shoulder.

Your shoulders tense up, this presence felt different. It felt human, from what you could tell, but it also felt… wrong? There was cursed energy emanating from this person but their energy felt very wrong. You almost drop your drink when you realize it.

A curse user.

Nanami had told you about these types of people long ago, you had nearly forgotten about it since he had glossed over it briefly in passing.

You feel a hand touch your thigh from behind, you froze. The touch felt wrong. It felt gross, every fiber of your being was fraying at the thought of some evil man assaulting you. The curse user pushed your body up against the vending machine and continued to roam your body.

“Stop. Stop. STOP. STOP!” You beg in your head, not wanting to vocalize your opposition in fear of becoming a victim of the curse user. He turned you around to face him, his hands exploring your face as if he pondered what he should do with you. His face that bore strange tattoos twisted into a gruesome smile as he caressed your face with a surgical tool that you were sure he was hellbent on using to dissect you if this situation continued any further.

Just when you thought you were at your limit of your frustration, your tension was replaced by confusion when you felt his hands drop from your face and you felt the weight of his body slump against your’s.

The moment before his body slumped over on you, you felt a warm liquid soak the front of your body.

“Huh?”

You struggle to break free of his weight, with the man’s dead weight leaning on you. You manage to push him off of you and instead of him backing up or trying to attack you for resisting, he falls flat on the ground in the alleyway. The sight that greeted you almost made you sick, your hand flew up to your mouth as your heartbeat was going a mile a minute and felt like it was going to come up your throat.

You stagger backwards as much as your shaking legs would let you, before your back hits the dead end of the short alleyway– just a couple of feet away from the man’s body on the ground. 

No, not body– corpse. He was dead.

The warm liquid that had soaked you earlier wasn’t your drink you had gotten from the vending machine, it was blood. His blood was all over your chest, some of it making its way onto your face and had left a huge splatter on the vending machine and the walls of the alleyway near where he was just killed. The blood beneath his body and the trail that had followed you to the end of the alley created a stark contrast against the freshly fallen snow on the ground.

The man had a large gaping hole where his chest was. His insides… weren’t inside anymore either. Blood kept pooling around his body until you weren’t sure if there was any left inside of him. You fell to the ground, your back sliding down the dead end wall of the alleyway. Shaking, you bring your knees up to your chest. You couldn’t leave looking like this, unless you wanted to be arrested. You couldn’t get out of this alley without passing the corpse and bloody scene before you either. You were frozen in fear, your chest heaved up and down heavily, your vision shaking as you started to hyperventilate.

Hands shaking like you were made out of paper and thrown into a tornado, you try and fumble in your pocket to find your phone. After a few minutes of numb, shaky searching, you find it and hold it in your hands. You try to unlock it, which took a few attempts because your hands were so cold due to your lack of gloves that they were starting to freeze up and not register to the touch screen of your phone. After unlocking your phone, you realize what a mess you made in your attempts to unlock it. Blood smeared across your phone screen, causing you to shake even harder as you realize your hands were soaked in blood. Your chest tightens up as your head is swimming in numbness, you feel like you’re suffocating. Your vision still shakes, unable to focus on anything.

You try to take a semblance of control and swallow, pushing down what was threatening to come up from your throat.

One thing you didn’t notice in your state of shock was this… thing? It nudged your leg with what you can assume is its head, before it sat down and curled up at your feet? It was about the size of a dog, smaller than Megumi’s demon dogs though.

You almost lost control for a moment and nearly threw up whatever was in your stomach when you realized… It's a smaller version of the curse that nearly killed me months ago.

But why… Why was it at your feet, curled up like a dog at the end of its owner’s bed?

Oh.

Upon another look, the curse looked… painted. It was almost hard to tell if it was 2 or 3D. Your chest seized up and you began trying to fight against that suffocating feeling again. You knew you weren’t going to die, but the panic made you feel like you were going to.

You try to focus your shaky vision on your blood smeared phone screen when it lights up with a call, the caller ID said: “Gojo”

In a panic, you answer the call without hesitation. It takes a few taps and wipes to be able to answer the call from Gojo, the blood and your cold hands working against you once again.

You put the phone on speaker, unable to muster the strength to hold it up to your ear, so you settle for cradling it in your hands on your knees that you had hugged up against your chest.

“(y/n)?”

“....” Your breaths became more erratic upon hearing his voice. Theoretically, it should have calmed you down, but it threw your mind into even more of a frenzy. You can’t bring yourself to speak, only able to breathe panicked breaths into the phone.

“(y/n)? Hello?”

A small hitch catches your breath as a sniffle escapes from you.

“Are you okay? (y/n)? Speak to me!” You could tell the concern in Gojo’s voice was growing after only hearing breaths and sniffles from you over the phone. A small whimper escapes your throat as the curse at your feet nudges against you. As if it was trying to comfort me.

“P…pick me up, p-please.. S-s-sator-u..” You barely manage to squeak out, your throat felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Gojo ended up getting dragged away by Megumi, since he was apparently late to their class– no surprise there. You decided to head back to your classroom and get back to work. Well, you didn’t have much work yet so you were a bit of a loss at what to do when you sat back down.

It was odd, you felt… happy? Yet there was a feeling of unease in your chest. Nanami coming back early gave you a heart attack, to put it mildly, but now that it was over, you felt yourself coming down from the adrenaline high. You put your arms on your desk and rest your head on them, a deep sigh escaping your lips.

“What in the hell just happened?” You think to yourself, recapping the events that had just transpired moments ago. Not only did he learn of the incident, Ieiri-san outed your relationship with Gojo to Nanami– as if the incident and your joining the world of sorcery wasn’t bad enough.

You had been fearing your brother’s return because his reactions to things could truly be unpredictable. Thankfully, you knew he loved you and if you were happy, he would be okay with what had happened.

Another sigh comes from your mouth as you push yourself up from your desk, just to be greeted by Nanami opening your classroom door. You glance up at the clock and gasp, “Shit, I’d been in my thoughts for longer than I thought…”

“(y/n)... are you okay?” Nanami said as he entered the room. You give him a gentle smile and nod. He pulls up one of the chairs from the other desks and sits down facing to you. Nanami takes your hands in his, examining the scars that covered your arms. He sighs, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Ken-chan… I– yeah. I think I am.” You look down and continue talking, “To be honest, it’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride. I’ve felt the best and worst I've felt in my entire life, but I think… I think this is where I'm supposed to be.” You hear Nanami sigh, prompting you to look back up at him.

“May I see your injuries, (y/n)?”He asks with a grim look of concern on his face. Nanami knew best how dangerous and deadly curses can be, frankly, he’s surprised you had survived the attack after looking over the file of the incident this afternoon.

You chuckle, “Just don’t be too scared, alright?”

You start by rolling up your right pant leg to reveal the prosthetic, “Ieiri-san had this made especially for me. I may not have much cursed energy but I’m able to naturally channel into this prosthetic apparently, so I can walk like the part of my leg that had never been amputated in the first place.” Rolling your ankle around in circles and bending it as demonstration that your leg was working totally normal, you look up at him and grin, “I may not be able to fight like you, but at least I can use the little cursed energy I have for once.”

Nanami smiles, a bit of sadness still readable on his face. He always knew you were one to try and cope with humor. You roll your pant leg back down and return the half smile, you could tell he was imagining the pain you had gone through.

Your hands go up to your face and start to take off the black wrap slowly. Your face had sustained the most damage that Ieiri-san couldn’t reverse, so it still had a lot of warped skin from the burns. After you fully take off the wrap, you set it on the desk and look at Nanami. A grim expression on his face as he purses his lips together. Your face wasn’t the prettiest sight, considering what had happened.

“(y/n)... I read the file this afternoon. And… I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, “Huh…?” The last thing you expect in this situation was an apology.

Nanami leans one arm on your desk, “I shouldn’t have been holding you back, (y/n). I was confident I knew what was best for you. But after seeing you here today, I couldn’t have been more wrong. You are clearly in your element here.” He gestured to the classroom you had made your own.

You blink a few times, “W-wha…? Really?” Your hand makes its way to your mouth in surprise.

He nods, “Despite everything you went through, you’re still you. I know I was vehemently against you becoming a part of this world, but I can’t help but see how much you were made to be here. You belong here, just as much as I do.”

Unbeknownst to you, tears start falling from your face and onto your lap. “K-ken-chan.. I… Thank you,” is all you can muster out of your throat. You clear your throat as you try to stop more tears from falling. You almost chuckle out of shock that your brother had finally come around. He wasn’t a monster, he wasn’t cruel, he was kind and logical. He couldn’t deny the facts that you had changed and saw that you looked like you were at home here.

You get up from your chair to hug Nanami, wrapping your arms tightly around him. “Thank you, Ken-chan…” The two of you stay in the hug for a few moments before Nanami pulls away. He pushes up his glasses as he says, “Unfortunately, I still have a report to finish up, which requires my attention for the rest of the day. You know how much I hate working overtime.”

You chuckle at his statement, he was still ever the stickler for deadlines and his distaste for working late would always remain. You push him out the door as you grab your keys from the desk on the way out and follow him out of the room, “Well then, get to it! I’m going to lock up here.” Nanami gives you a nod as he heads back to his office.

After locking up your room for the day, you decide to take a walk to the training grounds to see if any of the students were still training. To your surprise, the first and second years were all there, training together in some sort of joint exercise. You sit on the steps that lead down to the training grounds to watch, finding joy in watching the shenanigans that unfold in between sparring matches.

You were so focused on watching the students spar that you didn’t notice someone sitting down next to you.

“So when were you going to tell me you were Nanami’s little sister?”

You almost jump in surprise, “Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me!” Your hand goes to your chest to calm yourself down.

Gojo chuckles at your reaction, “So….?” Still wanting an answer to his question, he leans in closer to you. You turn your head away and look back to continue watching the students spar.

“I have no clue… when he was originally supposed to return, I guess?” You shrug, you can’t help but laugh at the situation you found yourself in. You rub the back of your neck as you apologize and turn your gaze to the ground, “I’m sorry, Satoru. There’s still quite a bit you don’t know about me yet, though this was the biggest secret. I understand if you don’t trust me after keeping something like this from you…” 

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, “I may have been a bit shocked… but it doesn’t change my feelings about you, you know that right?” His hand gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“But what do you mean there’s more that I don’t know? I thought we were besties… that happened to be dating, of course.”

Your hands come up to cover your face, “Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing… I’m not hiding anything bad, it’s just… embarrassing…”

Gojo leans in again, “Spill the tea, princess, you have me veeeeery curious now! After all the stories we’ve exchanged, I thought I had heard it all! What could be worse than the time you tripped down the stairs in one of your lecture halls and ended up spilling coffee all over the exams on your teacher’s desk?”

You groan into your hands that had been covering your face, “Ugh… don’t remind me!” 

“You know how I never had real friends right? That I always kept people at arm's length?”

Gojo nods, you had told him a lot about your past and your insecurities– just never anything that could have eluded you being Nanami Kento’s little sister.

“Well, when I first got into college, I was really trying to stretch the rules that Nanami had set in place to keep me safe. So although I never got into a relationship or had any friends… I went through a bit of a… hoe phase… I was constantly bringing people back to my apartment for one night stands and hook ups…”

Gojo’s jaw drops, “You?! (y/n)? Really??”

You shake your head, trying to forget that part of your life that you had long left behind. “Unfortunately… yes…”

Laughter erupts from Gojo, his arms holding his stomach from laughing so hard, “Holy shit, (y/n), that’s incredible. How many guys did Nanami catch you with?”

Your palms dig deeper into your face, blush flaring up on your entire face, “It wasn’t just guys…”

Gojo whistles in surprise, “Didn’t expect that from you, (y/n)! Guess we have more in common than I thought!”

You look at him finally and roll your eyes and laugh, “Yeah, I feel so shitty for judging your habits when I used to have similar ones.”

Gojo puts his arm back around you, “But here we are, two peas in a pod, hoe phases behind us, now exclusive~” His eyebrows wiggled, accentuating the last word of his sentence. You laugh and lean into him.

It seems that the students noticed the absence of their teacher amidst the training and witnessed the display of affection between you and Gojo.

Nobara is the first to come running over, “(y/n)-sensei! Don’t fall for it, he’s a slimy man!” You burst out laughing when you look up to see the teen’s face full of concern. She looked at you, confused as to why you would laugh at her genuine concern. “Ouch!” Gojo pretended to clutch his heart in pain at Nobara’s remarks. You stood up to see all the students in front of you.

“Well, now that you’re all here, I suppose it would be a good time to tell you all something.” Your sudden words sparking murmurs of confusion amongst the students.

Nobara whines and puts her hands together, “Please don’t tell me you’re dating Gojo-sensei!” You just snort at the remark and look at Gojo, who has a mischievous grin on his face and you can tell he’s wiggling his eyebrows underneath the blindfold.

You take a deep breath and look at all the students, “It seems a reintroduction is due now that I don’t have to hide it anymore. My name is Nanami (y/n). You can keep calling me (y/n)-sensei, or you can also call me Nanami-sensei. And yes, before you ask, Nanami Kento, the grade 1 sorcerer is my older brother. He was off on an overseas mission, and I didn’t want word to get around about the incident I was attacked in, so I kept it a secret until now.”

After your mini speech, you were met with blank stares with jaws dropped wide open. The shock on their faces was hilarious, even the stoic Megumi had the same look of surprise on his face. You start to chuckle, “Sorry, sorry, the look on your faces is hilarious!”

“You’re Nanamin’s sister?!?” Yuji piped up, still in shock. You nod in response and chuckle, you knew your brother had spent a decent amount of time with Yuji, so of course it would be a huge shock to him in particular.

“Wow…”

“Seriously?”

“That’s crazy…”

“I never knew he had a sister..” 

“Salmon.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve interrupted your training enough, get back to it!” You try to shoo them back onto the field, along with Gojo. But before you left, you got up on your tiptoes and gave Gojo a kiss on the cheek. You heard a deep sigh and quiet noise of disgust from Maki and Nobara just made a gagging noise, making her distaste for your choice in men very clear with a classic teen groan, “Ughhhhh!”

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT. He said he was going into work, which meant he was coming here, to Jujutsu High. He may not be a teacher, but he, like many other sorcerers, uses the school as a base of operations. 

Your mind was swimming in circles of anxiety. When would he be here? He said “heading into work”. Did he mean he was walking through the front gate as he texted you? Or was he still on his way here?

You stand up quickly from your desk, your head spinning. You didn’t know what to do, so you decided to try and find Ieiri-san since she was one of the only people who knew your full background.

Running to her office, you open the door with a sense of urgency. She isn’t there. You turn on your heels and decide to try the teacher’s lounge next. She sometimes took her lunch or breaks there instead of her office. You stop dead in your tracks as your hand is about to open the door when you hear three voices inside. You hear Gojo’s boisterous laughter as you hear him teasing someone, you can hear Ieiri-san sigh inside and complain about Gojo being obnoxious as ever. But the third voice is one you knew even better. It was your brother, Nanami Kento.

Without thinking, adrenaline pumping through your veins, your hand slides the door open. You stand there with your mouth open, as all three people look directly at you.

“Who’s this?” Nanami asks Ieiri-san and Gojo. His face was dead serious. To him, you looked like a complete stranger.

He has to be kidding.. Right? I mean, I knew I changed a lot during the past few weeks, both physically and mentally but still. He didn’t recognize his own little sister? God, that really stings.

Nanami deadpanned again as no one had responded to his initial question, “Is she a new teacher or sorcerer around here?”

You blink, unmoving, unable to utter a word out of your mouth for a few seconds. Ieiri-san had an equally shocked look on her face as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Your mouth moves silently as you try to find the right words, your face twisting into an expression of betrayal and sadness.

As you feel tears well up, you turn around and run away without saying a word. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You hear someone following you but you keep running, not bothering to turn back or acknowledge the person pursuing you. 

Eventually you find your way to the back of the school, at the tree where you met Gojo for the first time. You sit down and pull your knees to your chest, your back against the tree trunk. The tears start coming out.

“Hey now… what’s wrong, princess?” You feel Gojo sit down next to you and put an arm around you as he pulls you into his arms.

You just shake your head and sniffle as you try to hold back the sobs. Your own brother didn’t recognize you. “I…” You start to say but your voice chokes on another sob. Gojo rubs your back, “It’s okay, (y/n)... I don’t know what happened to you, but I'll be here for as long as you need me.” 

The two of you sit there for a while as he calms you down.

Your cries were the only sounds that filled the air until you heard footsteps crunching on the grass, approaching the two of you. You remove yourself from Gojo’s embrace and stand up, breaths still shaky as you turn to face the people that were walking towards you. 

It was Ieiri-san and Nanami. Your hands ball up into fists as you sniffle and look at the ground. “Ken-chan… I’m sorry,” is all you can choke out before you break out into sobs again.

“(y/n)...? What are you doing here?” Nanami walks closer to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Your shoulders shake from the sobs racking your body, “Yes, it’s me! At least, I thought it was… until you didn’t even recognize me. You looked at me like I was a stranger! I guess going through some shit really changes a person beyond recognition…”

Nanami pulls you in for a hug with a deep sigh escaping his lips, “I’m sorry, (y/n).”  

“Ieiri-san, Gojo-san. Care to explain what the hell happened to my sister and why is she here?” 

“She was attacked a few weeks ago– Wait, did you say sister?!?” Gojo nearly started choking on his own saliva. 

Ieiri-san spoke up over Gojo’s mini coughing attack, “A few weeks ago, coincidentally just after you left for your mission, (y/n) was attacked in her shop by a Grade 2 curse. It kidnapped her and brought her into an abandoned building where it tortured her. She ended up losing her right eye and part of her right leg, along with major bruising and internal injuries. Gojo accompanied the first years on a mission to investigate the scene. The first years were successful in exorcizing the curse while Gojo teleported (y/n) into the infirmary to receive immediate treatment. I worked around the clock for a couple weeks to make sure she was stable. She almost died, Nanami.”

You feel Nanami’s grip tighten around your shoulders upon hearing Ieiri-san recall the incident. “After all I did to try and keep her safe from this very thing from happening all these years…”

He pulls you away from him and looks at you directly, “(y/n), i’m sorry I failed to protect you. I should have prepared more before I left to go on that mission abroad.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault, no one could have predicted what happened. Besides, I went against your wishes and all your hard work to keep me away from the jujutsu world. I knew you’d be mad, but… I finally found the one thing I wanted to do and the place I always knew I wanted to be. I know I agreed that it was too dangerous and that I would stay away, but it turns out I was lying to myself the whole time. Being here is what I wanted. Although I almost died to get here, I… I'm happy here. I feel like I'm finally free to be my own person. Just don’t be too mad at me Ken-chan, please?” 

Ieiri-san crosses her arms and smiles at the touching reunion happening in front of her. Meanwhile Gojo’s jaw is still hanging open in shock at the reveal that you were Nanami’s little sister and at your unexpected insecurities.

Nanami sighs, “I admit that I'm not happy about you being here, (y/n). But I am just very thankful that you’re still alive. I’m sure they’ve been taking good care of you here in my absence.”

“So… would now be a bad time to tell you I became an art teacher here…?” You grin sheepishly at your brother, eyes still puffy from crying.

Just when you think Nanami couldn’t sigh any deeper, he does. “(y/n)...” He pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. When you think he’s about to scold you, he says, “I can’t say i’m surprised. As much as I would like to admit, I think the position suits you very well, (y/n).”

You look up at him with puppy eyes, “So this means it’s okay? You’re not mad, and I can stay?”

“Yes, (y/n). But now… Gojo-san. I think you have a bit of explaining to do. Why were you hugging my sister?” He turns to the white haired teacher who is trying to hide behind the tree.

“Ehehe… well…” Gojo rubs the back of his neck as he walks over to you, Nanami, and Ieiri-san.

Ieiri-san smirks, she knew this was her chance to give Gojo a taste of his own medicine, “They’re dating.”

“Ieiri-sa–”

“Sho–”

You and Gojo both call out to the doctor, trying to prevent her from spilling the secret to Nanami.

“Gojo-san…” Nanami starts to walk over to Gojo, a threatening aura emanating from him. “Nanamiiiii, I didn’t know she was your sister!” Nanami smacks Gojo’s head.

“Ack!” 

Nanami glares at Gojo with an eyebrow raised. 

You step between your brother and now your publicly admitted boyfriend, “K-ken-chan! If you want to be mad at anyone, be mad at me! I went against your warnings and hid the fact that I was your younger sister…”

Gojo puts an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, earning an “Eep!” from you and a death glare from Nanami. Gojo knew what he was doing.

You could basically hear Ieiri-san roll her eyes at the blatant display of public affection before adding her two cents to the conversation, “Nanami-san, it may be hard to believe, but Gojo-san has changed. It’s all because of (y/n).”

Nanami looks over at you and Gojo, blinking in surprise. He crosses his arms and then goes back to glaring at Gojo, “If you ever hurt her or break her heart, I will kill you.” He trusted Ieiri-san, she wouldn’t lie or make up any bullshit.

Gojo, with a cheeky grin on his face, gives Nanami a salute, “Yessir!”

“I think I need time to process all of this information… I’ll be heading to my office to work on my mission report, if you’ll excuse me. I’ll come and see you again later today, (y/n).”  You nod, a bit of catch up between the two of you was long overdue.

You, Gojo, and Ieiri-san watch as Nanami walks away from the three of you.

Without wasting any time, Gojo pulls you in closer to him and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “G-gojo-san!” You gasp.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

A half asleep Gojo had dropped you off at school Monday morning because you requested it, you needed time to get ready to greet the students. You could tell he was going to head back to sleep when he got back home, but you wanted time to look over the classroom and make any last minute adjustments. You were also mentally preparing how you’d greet the students and introduce yourself. Luckily, no one had asked about your last name during the six-ish weeks you had been staying at Jujutsu High. Maybe it was because you’re an artist, they thought it was something like a pseudonym that you went by. Though Gojo had tried to ask you, you were able to somehow dodge the question every time. He also tried to get information from Principal Yaga, but the principal denied Gojo’s request to look at your profile.

Another reason why you wanted to be early on Monday was because it was your first time trying on your uniform. Teachers weren’t required to wear a uniform like students were, but they often had an informal one for work. Your uniform consisted black skinny jeans with a thin belt, a black short sleeved button down shirt that had the typical swirled buttons that indicated a jujutsu society member, and a pair of all black tennis shoes. Being an art teacher, you anticipated there would be days that could be messy, so you only wore your uniform on days where you knew materials that couldn’t ruin your clothes would be used.

After getting ready, you headed to your classroom to double check that everything was ready to go. During your week of preparation (and avoiding Gojo), you made some pretty significant improvements to the place. You made sure that each student had their own locker and cubby space to store any and all of their projects or materials. You also made sure to install a sound system in the room. You always loved it when your art teachers played music during class time, so you wanted to bring that element into your own classroom. At the front of the room by your teacher’s desk, you also set up a projector so you could show a variety of things to the students during class. On that note, you also made time to run back to your old apartment to get your laptop and some of your other belongings.

Sitting down at your desk, you check the time on your phone “9:55am”. Just five minutes until the students were supposed to arrive. You sigh, trying to calm your nerves as you wait for Gojo to bring the first and second years into your classroom.

Those five minutes felt like ages, until a knock brought you out of your boredom.

“Please, come in! Take a seat.”

The door slides open, Gojo waves with a goofy grin on his face. He then proceeds to shove all the students into the classroom and takes a spot near the back of the room.

After all the students take a seat, you stand up, hands on your hips, “As you may know, my name is (y/n) and I’ll be your art teacher starting today!” The room starts to fill with murmurs of excitement and curiosity. You smile at their reactions, it’s not everyday the students get a ‘fun’ subject added to their schedule, “First years, you’ll have class with me on Mondays from 10 to 12. Second years, you’ll have class with me on Wednesdays at the same time, 10 to 12. Two hours may seem like a long time, but trust me, the time will fly by when you’re concentrating on art. Also we’ll have a 15 minute break at around the halfway point. I may only be teaching on Monday and Wednesday, but any other day of the week my door is open for you guys. Feel free to drop by if you need anything, even if it’s just to talk!” The students nod. “Now that you all have the general gist of the situation and because today is Monday that means Maki, Panda, Inumaki, you’re free to go. I’ll see you Wednesday!” You wave to them.

“Bye (y/n)-sensei!” Panda waves in response. Maki gives you a respectful nod. “Salmon,” Inumaki chimes in.

“Now, it’s time for the real class to start.” You cross your arms and grin, the first years look up at you with a nervous expression on their faces. You place a piece of paper, pencil, and eraser on each of their desks. “Draw something!”

They blink, nervousness turning into confusion. “Uh… (y/n)-sensei?” Megumi raised his hand. 

“Yes, Fushiguro-kun?”

“What do you want us to draw?”

“Anything you want! If you can’t think of anything, try drawing yourself. It can be anything, it doesn’t have to be anything spectacular or crazy, just doodle for a while! I just wanna see where all your skill levels are at. Plus it’s just the first day, I'm not going to put you through the ringer quite yet!” You smile at the trio, you want them to have fun and for this class to be a bit of escape from the morbid realities that the jujutsu world forces them to face.

“That’s it?” Yuji pipes up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You nod, “Yup! Go nuts! Or don’t, just have fun!” Upon your answer, Yuji immediately begins scribbling on his paper. After noticing this, Megumi and Nobara soon follow suit. 

You walk back behind your desk and open up your laptop, “How would you guys like some music while you work?”

“Woah, that’d be awesome!”

“Yeah, total silence is the woooorst.”

“Sure.”

“Alrighty then…” You trail off as you pull up your music streaming app on your laptop and pick out a random pop mix. As music started to play on the speakers around the room, you see Gojo still standing at the back of the room. You look at him and smile. He gives you a proud grin in response.

For the rest of the hour, you watch the first years scribble on their paper as you make small talk with them and occasionally offer them some tips for their drawings or technique. When the 15 minute break approached, you told the students to use the break time to go to the bathroom, get something to eat or drink, do whatever they need as long as they’re back in time for the last 45 minutes of class. Gojo saw you had things under control, so he left during the break. He just wanted to make sure your class got off to a smooth start, and being the in-demand sorcerer he is, he had other matters to attend to.

During the last half of the class, you go over their drawings with them and use the remaining time to get to know them better. The only “homework” you gave them was to think of a subject that they wanted to draw for their first assignment.

You used Tuesday your own studio time, since you didn’t have any projects to grade quite yet. The day passed quietly.

On Wednesday when you taught the second years, your lesson and day mirrored your session with the first years. You had a lot of fun with the second years too, it was a joy starting to get to know each student’s personality. Panda was a jokester, constantly making you crack up by reminding you often that he wasn’t a panda and that he could make art too. Maki was someone you found very endearing, as her doodles that she worked very hard on often looked like it belonged to a little kid. Toge was quiet, to be expected, but you were surprised when his drawing had such a gentle and light quality to it. He definitely had a natural affinity for art. As class was about to end, you gave the second years the same ‘homework’ as the first years.

After class finished on Wednesday, you were working on a sketch of your own when your phone dings, giving you a mini heart attack.

“Jesus…” You whispered to yourself as you took your phone out. You feel your stomach drop and fill with dread as you see a text from your brother.

12:35pm- Nanami: (y/n), we were able to finish the mission ahead of schedule. I flew back into Tokyo this morning. I’m currently heading into work, I have a report to finish. It may take me the rest of the day, so I might not see you until late tonight.

He… was back? Early? Oh god. You were not prepared.

12:39pm- (y/n): Oh wow, must have been a job well done! Can’t wait to see you again soon!

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Gojo sighs, “I think (y/n)-chan is avoiding me.” His arms stretched out over Shoko’s desk.

The doctor echoes Gojo’s sentiment for once, “She’s been avoiding me too, but I'm not sure why.” 

She crosses her arms and looks over at the sulking Gojo, “I’m not sure what happened, but something must have happened the weekend we all went to the bar together. She’s been acting strange since then. Did you do something to scare her off, Satoru?” 

He raises his arms in defense, “I didn’t, I swear!” Shoko squints at him, “Now that I think about it… You’ve been acting strange too. What gives?”

Gojo groans as he faceplants on the desk, “Ugh, don’t remind me…” 

“So something is wrong… what’s up?”

He sighs into the desk, “You see, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a month. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! And now (y/n)-chan is avoiding me? I feel like I'm going crazy!” He throws his hands up into the air.

Shoko leans back in her chair and lets out a hearty laugh, “Oh my god, I knew you were dense Satoru, but holy shit, I think you’re stupid too!” Gojo peels his face off the doctor’s desk and gives her a glare, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Shoko wipes the tears from her face, her laughter starting to die down, “THE Gojo Satoru, finally caught feelings for a woman! How rich!”

“Huh? That’s impossible, I don’t–” Gojo was cut off by Shoko rolling her eyes as she interrupted him, “Satoru, why else would you abandon your usual routine of sleeping around?” He scoffs, “I’ve been busy teaching the first years! They need their teacher, you know!”

The doctor gives him a knowing look, “Teaching and missions has never stopped you from slipping off to a hook up in the entire time that I’ve known you!” Gojo huffs, annoyed that his usual excuses weren’t convincing enough. After all, he wasn’t able to fully believe his own lie either.

This whole week, Gojo had been distracted. His thoughts were solely occupied by your unexpected confession that night he walked you back to the school from the bar where you guys celebrated your hiring as a teacher at Jujutsu High. All of the students could tell something was wrong with their teacher, he was constantly sighing and drifting off in thought. Every night, he would lie awake and stare at the ceiling, his mind swarming with thoughts of you. It frustrated him. He didn’t know what was wrong with him and why he was feeling this way.

A defeated sigh comes from Gojo as he recalls the past week, “So what do I do?”

“So you do like (y/n)?”

He throws his hands up in the air, admitting defeat while also begrudgingly admitting his feelings with a nod and puts his head in his hands.

Shoko feigns a sniffle of emotions, her voice adopting a teasing tone, “My, my, I never thought I'd live to see the day where Gojo Satoru fell in love!” “Oh shut it Shoko.”

She leans forward on her desk, “So what are you waiting for?” Gojo looks up at her, “I… don’t know. She’s been avoiding me ever since I walked her back to school from the bar that night. I haven’t had the chance to talk to her.”

He mutters under his breath, “Well, I guess one thing did happen…” A quizzical look appeared on Shoko’s face as she demanded an answer and slammed her hands on the table, “Spill, Satoru. If I find out you did anything to (y/n), I swear to god…”

“She said she liked me.”

The doctor had already guessed your feelings for Gojo, you were an easy book to read. She hums, “Well, she’s heard the rumors about you, you know. Maybe she started avoiding you because she’s scared of getting hurt.”

“Shit….” 

“Satoru, you’ve been changing. I can see it, and I genuinely think it’s because of (y/n). You may tease and bug the ever living hell out of her, but even I can see that you have a soft spot for her. You’ve been smiling more the past few weeks than you ever have in your life, especially when she’s around. You haven’t been sleeping around either, something that I admittedly thought would be a habit you’d never stop. If you truly care about her, you better go tell her. I can’t tolerate any more of this moping around from either of you!” Shoko finishes with a deep sigh, arms crossed.

She glares at Gojo and points an angry finger at him, “If you break her heart, I will hurt you Satoru!”

The doctor shoves Gojo out of her office, “You’ve been here for hours, I need to go home already!”

After successfully shooing the white haired teacher from her office, Shoko lets out a deep sigh once again, mentally apologizing to Nanami ahead of time, “Nanami will be in for the shock of his life when he gets back… the poor guy won’t even know what hit him..”

Gojo subconsciously makes his way towards your studio after being shooed from the doctor’s office. It was another Friday night, so he was shocked to see that the light inside was still on. All the students and staff had left or retired to their quarters at this point. He hears your sigh from outside as he opens the door.

You look like a deer in headlights as you lay your eyes open Gojo when he opens the door to your studio, “W-what are you doing here?” He rubs the back of his neck, “We haven’t spoken since last Friday, I thought we needed to talk.” You look back down at your desk, not wanting to look him in the eye and have to face your feelings. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Gojo-san…”

Frustrated upon hearing you talk to him so formally, Gojo walks towards you and pulls you up from your chair. He hugs you tightly, despite your initial squirming to try and wriggle free.

“(y/n)... I know you’ve heard only bad things about me but.. I promise I can change. I already have been starting to, according to Shoko. I.. haven’t slept with anyone ever since I met you. I didn’t realize it until just recently but… I think this change is because of you. I never realized how you made me feel, even though I always found myself thinking about you and smiling whenever you’re around. When you started avoiding me, I started feeling this pain in my chest. Talking to Shoko today made me realize… that I like you. I understand if you don’t trust me, but all I ask is that you give me a chance.” 

You lay your head into Gojo’s chest, your shoulders start to shake as tears begin to flow. You couldn’t find the words to respond, all you could do was cry in Gojo’s arms.

Many minutes pass as you cry in Gojo’s arms. The whole time he pet your hair gently and rubbed your back in an effort to calm you down from his sudden confession. Once your sobs start to slow down, you try to muster up the strength to respond. Your face still in his chest, unable to look him in the eye, you didn’t want him to see what a mess you were.

“W-wha… A-are you for real?” Your voice cracks, throat sore from crying.

He sighs and pulls you deeper into him, “(y/n), I have never been more serious about something in my life.”

You sniffle, overcome with emotion as you pull away enough to look up at his face, trying to look into his eyes. Gojo notices this and removes one arm from you to take off his blindfold. He smiles at you, you had never seen such a gentle and kind expression on his face before.

Your head falls forward onto his chest again, “I..don’t know what to say… Then… what are we…?” Gojo hums, “I’m not too experienced in the whole relationship department, but I’d like to try one with you, if you’d have me.

“I would too. Can we just… take it slow? This is a lot to take in….” 

Gojo nods, even though you’re not looking at him, “Of course, anything for you princess.” The use of the tacky nickname earns a snort from you, you punch him in the arm, “You’re so stupid. You’re lucky I like you.”

A chuckle escapes Gojo’s lips as he embraces you again, resting his head on yours.

You laugh, your arms snaking around Gojo’s torso to return the hug, “I’m so glad things won’t be awkward between us on the first day of my classes when you introduce me formally to the students as their new teacher on Monday.”

“Hmmm, speaking of that… it’s Friday right? Wanna spend the weekend at my place?”

You blush like crazy and push yourself away from him, “I just said we should take it slow, are you crazy!?”

He laughs and grins, “I’m not sure what you had in mind, I was thinking we could have a little stay-at-home date! Watch some movies, order delivery, play some video games, just enjoy each other’s company and get to know each other even more.”

“A-ah.. yeah, that does sound nice actually. I haven’t been able to enjoy stuff like a good movie or video games in ages… since, you know, before the incident.”

“So it’s settled then! Let’s go!” He brings you back into his arms and teleports the two of you to his place.

“Ugh, what was that…” You grab onto your head as you get your bearings. You look around to find yourself inside of a modern high rise apartment in the heart of Tokyo. 

“When I agreed, I thought you would at least give me time to gather my things!” You chuckle. Gojo just waves off your concerns, “No need, you can use my stuff!” You roll your eyes at his nonchalant attitude, “But I at least need stuff like a toothbrush, come on!”

“Alright, alright, how about we swing by a convenience store and get some snacks while we’re at it?” He raises an eyebrow.

Rolling your eyes once again and throwing your hands up in the air in defeat, you sigh, “Oh fine, I can’t say no to good snacks after all.”

The two of you head out to the nearest convenience store. You pick up some basic necessities like a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush. Gojo, on the other hand, picks out a whole basketful of sweet treats. You, however, pick out an equal amount of savory and salty snacks. You can’t help but chuckle at the ironic opposite tastes you and Gojo have. When you point it out to Gojo, he lets out a laugh of his own. The store manager shoots a glare at the two of you, indicating the two of you were making too much noise. 

After a successful snack (and amenity) run, the two of you walk back to his place hand in hand. When you got back to his place, Gojo took the snacks and laid them out on the counter while you put your amenities in the bathroom. You were in awe of the place, it was nice. Even the bathroom, it was like really nice.

You walked back out to the kitchen/living room area, where Gojo stood with a grin, proud of his snack display. “Choose a treat, and let’s sit down for a movie!”

That night, the two of you binged an entire movie series in one sitting. You cuddled up to Gojo the whole time, happy to finally be with him properly.

As the credits of the last movie of the series you were watching started to roll, you feel your eyes flutter shut as exhaustion starts to weigh your eyelids down. You were about to fall asleep when suddenly Gojo picked you up and brought you into his bedroom. He set you down gently on his bed and went over to his dresser to pick out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts for you to change into. 

“Here,” He sets down the shirt and shorts on his bed, “You can use these for pajamas. Oh, also, you can sleep in here, I can use the couch. I won’t be a monster and disrespect your wish to take things slow between us.”

You blink yourself awake, “O-oh.. thanks.” You picked up the clothes he offered you and nodded. 

“Well then, I'll let you get some sleep.” Gojo leans down over the bed and kisses the top of your head before he walks out of the room, “Goodnight, princess.”

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

The trio consisting of you, Ieiri-san, and Gojo find yourselves chatting and laughing the night away with silly stories. Sat between Ieiri-san and Gojo, there never seemed to be a lull in the conversation. Spirits are high after your successful meeting appealing to the higher ups. Ieiri-san has downed quite a few drinks, yet she only appears the tiniest bit tipsy. You knew she loved her alcohol, but you were really amazed she could tolerate so much. You didn’t drink, so you opted for some soft drinks. You were surprised to find out that Gojo is the same, preferring non alcoholic drinks. Apparently he didn’t drink because it could be dangerous if a sorcerer of his caliber lost control.

But you found yourself thinking that at this moment, you were really happy. A lot of shit happened to you, really quickly. Because of that, it had been quite some time since you felt like you had been able to savor even a sliver of normalcy. Well, as normal as life could be, considering you had now joined the ranks of the jujutsu society. But you were still so happy to be treasuring this moment of pure happiness, eating good food with your friends but who were also now your colleagues.

While Ieiri-san was telling you a story about her and Gojo in their school days, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder. It was Gojo. Instead of trying to flirt with you upon wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he chimed in to add more details to Ieiri-san’s story. For the rest of the night, Gojo’s arm hardly left your shoulder. He would occasionally rest his head on you too. You didn’t mind, you were in a good mood from getting a new job at the place you had always wanted to be. In fact, you found yourself welcoming Gojo’s touch. It was warm, comfortable.

A bit after midnight, Ieiri-san decided she had her fill of drinks and decided to head home. Apparently, according to Gojo, she was an expert at navigating home even when drunk. If anyone decided to bother her, she was more than capable of kicking their ass.

After Ieiri-san left, you and Gojo decided to head out as well. You knew Gojo had a fancy apartment somewhere else in Tokyo, so you thought you two would part ways at the bar. But he insisted on walking you back to the school.

Chilled air and bright moonlight greeted you outside of the bar’s doors. The walk back to the school was fairly quiet, a stark contrast to the lively scene of the bar you had just left. Not much conversation filled the air, but it didn’t bother you, you were just happy to enjoy Gojo’s presence next to you.

As you arrived at the front gate of the school, you stopped and turned to Gojo. 

“I had a really nice night, thanks for coming out with us, Satoru.” You smile at Gojo, it’s the happiest he’s ever seen you. He smiled back at you, he couldn’t help it, your happiness was contagious.

His smile turns into a grin, “Of course you had a good time! Any time with THE great Gojo Satoru is a great time!”

You giggle at his ego boosting remark, “Yes, yes. Well, I certainly can’t deny it this time.” 

“You’re awfully generous with the compliments tonight, princess!” Gojo feigns shock, hand placed over his chest for dramatics. You roll your eyes, smile still plastered on your face. 

“It’s nice to see the person you like be happy, you know?”

“Huh?”

Your smile falls off your face instantly, realizing what just slipped out of your mouth. You had been so relaxed and were in such a good mood that you had let your guard down.

Immediately you turn your back on Gojo and run as quick as you can through the front gate of the school, face flush completely red from embarrassment.

Once again, Gojo was left alone after you ran off. “Did… she say she likes me…?” Gojo stood there, conflicting feelings tugging at his heart. 

Meanwhile, after you safely were able to retreat to your room, you dove into your bed and buried your face in the blankets. “Oh my god, I am so stupid!” Rolling over to face the ceiling, you place your hands on your face and groan and your stupidity, “I can’t believe I let that slip. I’m honestly you stupid.” Your breath hitches as you feel tears coming on. You knew having a crush on Gojo was a bad idea, especially with his reputation as a womanizer who’s experienced with one night stands. But your heart didn’t heed what your head told you, only allowing your feelings to grow exponentially. A crush on Gojo would mean getting your heart broken.

Although you never gave Gojo time to respond, you had a gut feeling it wouldn’t end well. You spent the rest of the night lamenting your heart’s inability to protect you from getting hurt. As you drifted off to sleep that night, you found yourself thankful that it was the weekend. You didn’t have to worry about facing Gojo until Monday. Even then, you were going to be busy during the week while you prepared your curriculum for the rest of the term.

The weekend passed relatively quickly, although you wished it would have lasted forever. You groan at your alarm when 7am rolls around on Monday. You were really dreading having to face Gojo at some point this week.

After getting ready for the day, you head to your studio to start prep work for class that starts next week. You decided that this week, you would pour yourself into your work, so you would have an excuse to hide away from Gojo at all costs. You even closed the windows that you were so fond of looking out of, in fear that Gojo would see you and try to strike up a conversation.

Whenever you heard his voice or briefly saw him in the hallway, you would turn the other way as fast as you could, even if it meant going in the opposite direction you wanted to go in. 

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Barging into Ieiri-san’s office, you fling the door open and excitedly squeal, “Ieiri-san, I did it!” The doctor looked up from her paperwork at her desk with wide eyes, shocked from your sudden entrance.

“I did it, I'm going to be a teacher here!” 

Ieiri-san leans back in her chair as she laughs, a mixture of relief and pride could be heard in her voice, “I had no doubt that they would accept you, (y/n)-chan. You’ve come so far.” A pang of emotion tugs at your heartstrings upon hearing Ieiri-san’s praise. It’s only been a couple of weeks since you’ve formally known the doctor, but after saving you, the two of you had grown very close. Ieiri-san had not only saved your life, she was the only one who knew your full backstory and had started to feel like an older sister to you because she would still look after you even after you recovered.

You dive in for a hug, knowing full well that Ieiri-san wasn’t much of a hugger, but she made an exception for you on this occasion. Pulling away from the hug, Ieiri-san ruffles your hair, “You know what this means? We need to celebrate!”

“How so?” You ask, wondering what she has in mind. 

“Let’s go out for drinks after work! It’s Friday, even more reason to do so!” An unusually bright smile appears on Ieiri-san’s face. You know she loves her drinks. “I don’t really drink, but if there’s good food, I don’t mind going out if it’s okay for me to do so.” You reply to her proposal with a chuckle. She waves off your concerns, “There’s this place that has fantastic onigiri and fried chicken nearby, you’d love it!”

You fiddle with your hands, the high from earlier starting to die down a bit, “Are you sure it’s okay for me to leave campus?” The doctor sighs, “Well you certainly can’t remain cooped up in here forever. Being a member of the staff, you’ll be able to come and go as you please, you know? It might take a while to adjust to the new lifestyle, but you’ll have to get used to taking care of errands and everything on your own.”

You nod, she has a point. The thought of doing normal things again like running out to the convenience store, supermarket, or stores had scared you a bit since the incident. But you knew the initial anxiety would dissipate once you got into a routine of your new normal. You smile at the doctor, “You’re right. I’ll be okay and can handle it going forward, I promise. You and Ijichi-san have been a great help.” A part of you was excited to finally be able to come and go as you please, you missed shopping at your favorite places and eating your favorite foods.

Ieiri-san returns your smile with her own, “Now.. who else can I drag along tonight…” She starts to scroll through her phone contacts. A frown appears on her face, “Since Nanami is still overseas… I guess the only person left is Gojo…” She sighs again, sinking back into her chair. She begrudgingly fires off a text to Gojo, informing him of the plans for tonight.

The mention of your brother made your heart sink into your stomach. You had been in somewhat consistent contact with him since you had recovered, but now with your change in occupation, the anxiety of having to eventually tell him weighed heavily on your chest. The incident alone would be enough to give him a heart attack, but you becoming a teacher too? You were afraid he might faint, and you might be in for some never ending scolding.

Ieiri-san notices your silence, “Is everything okay, (y/n)-chan?” You sheepishly rub the back of your neck, “I was just lost in thought… when you mentioned Ken-chan, I was just thinking about how in the hell I was going to tell him about all this…” The doctor leans forward on her desk and chuckles, “He’ll be in for one hell of a surprise, that’s for damn sure.” You snorted, “I think that might be an understatement, Ieiri-san…”

“Well, I'll leave you to your work, Ieiri-san. Although I have all of next week to start preparing my lessons, I think I might start that preparation by cleaning up my studio. It’s a certified mess!” You chuckle. The doctor gives you a wave before returning the paperwork she had been working on prior to your sudden arrival in her office.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, preparing for the physical labor that cleaning up the studio would entail. But first, you would change into your paint clothes so you wouldn’t get these nice ones dirty.

The remainder of your day mostly consisted of scrubbing floors after rolling up the large tarp you had used and a variety of surfaces to the best of your ability. There were some spots you couldn’t quite scrub out, but you did your best. After all, this was going to be an art classroom, you figured there would eventually be larger messes from having students in here, it’s the nature of an art room. Because you figured this would also be your classroom, you rearranged the student desks to an arrangement of your liking.

Your phone dings, it’s a text from Ieiri-san.

7:03pm - Ieiri: Some other work held me up for a bit, are you ready to head out soon?

7:04pm - (y/n): I just gotta change and then I'll be ready!

7:05pm - Ieiri: Sounds good. Let’s meet at the front gate in a few minutes. 

7:05pm: (y/n): Got it!

You put your phone away in your pocket, locked up the studio, and headed to your room to get changed. You didn’t have much variety in clothing here, so you made a mental note to yourself to go pick up some of your old belongings and clothes from your apartment that you lived in prior to the incident. You settle for a clean pair of skinny jeans and black sweater that hangs off one shoulder. An appropriate choice, you thought, since it always gets a bit chilly at night time. It also paired quite nicely with your black flats that you used for nicer occasions here.

Looking in the mirror, satisfied with your outfit from your limited wardrobe, you decide to make one more adjustment. Your hair had been in a ponytail since you started cleaning the studio a few hours ago, so you let your hair down and brushed it out. “Much nicer” you thought to yourself.

You pick up your phone and start walking to the front gate. You don’t see anyone there, so you lean against one of the pillars by the entrance and look around while you wait. The sun was setting, enveloping the campus in a warm orangey glow. The beauty of this place never ceases to amaze you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw Gojo wave from a distance while approaching you. It totally left your mind that you essentially ditched him earlier this afternoon, after the meeting with the higher ups. He wasn’t in his normal uniform though, he was wearing a blue silk button down shirt with black slacks and fancy designer brand loafers. Instead of his signature blindfold, he wore a pair of sunglasses. His hair was down too. 

You had seen him wear a similar look in a couple of photos Nanami had shown you in the past, but seeing it for yourself in person made you realize the photos didn’t do him justice. With the warm evening light shining on him in all the right places, you were absolutely smitten. 

“Oh ho? Is the princess admiring my gorgeous good looks?” Gojo puts a hand on the wall that was next to the pillar you were leaning against. He leans in closer and smirks, “You’ve been staring at me for quite some time now, you know…” 

You blush, a flustered expression on your face. “I-uh.. was just lost in thought.. But you do look nice Gojo-san..” 

“I thought I told you to call me Satoru!. After all, you got the job, right? Now you need to hold up your end of the bargain.” He pulls down his sunglasses a bit and makes sure you can see him wink at you. 

“Ah.. um.. You look nice this evening, S-Satoru..” You struggle to use his first name so casually, you bring your hands up to your face in shyness. He grabs your wrists with his other free hand.

Wanting to tease you a bit more, he was about to lean in closer and see how hard he could make you blush, when you heard a voice in the distance.

“Gojo! What do you think you’re doing!?”

He backs away reluctantly, disappointed that Ieiri-san got in the way of him teasing you, “Hmph, I was just giving the princess here a hard time since she was staring at me so much.” He looked over at you with a smug grin on his face. You gasp, blush creeping up on your cheeks, “I-I was not!!”

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

You were woken up by the sound of your usual 7:00am alarm, but you weren’t in a rush today. You may have the meeting around noon, but you were going to take it easy until then. Your painting was done, so you thought you owed it to yourself to relax a bit in bed before you got up for the day.

After laying in bed for about an hour, you got up and followed your usual morning routine that you started ever since you arrived at Jujutsu High. Get up, make your bed, take a shower, brush your teeth, get dressed, go get something for breakfast, and come back to your room for anything else you might need for the day. Instead of a comfortable look like jeans and a t-shirt with some tennis shoes, you opt for black dress slacks and a short sleeve white button down shirt with black flats. 

It was now about 10am, since you took your time getting ready for once. Usually you got ready super quick in the morning, something you had to do out of necessity but now is just a habit at this point. You plop down on your nicely made bed and sigh, “Just two hours left till I find out my fate.. No big deal…” 

You find yourself getting more and more antsy, the longer you sit there doing nothing. You get up with a frustrated sigh at your boredom, “Maybe I should take a walk around the building… beats sitting here being bored out of my mind..”

Exiting your room, you start walking around the halls of the school. The lush scenery in combination with the traditional architecture of the buildings calms a little bit of your nerves after taking a pause on your walk to take in the beautiful sights. You decide to keep walking around, making sure to keep an eye on the time.

After deciding you had wasted enough time, you make your way to your studio. You take a deep breath and exhale nervously as you look at the covered painting that sat there taking up so much room in this one space. Soon the painting would be gone, and the room would feel so much bigger. A part of you would miss it, you poured so much work into it. But at the same time, you were feeling relieved. There was something poetic about making peace and parting with your own personal “monster”.

You pull out your phone and decide to do a bit of scrolling on social media to pass the time. As the clock approached noon, you were starting to feel those nerves come back. Mindless scrolling is often something you do as a coping mechanism when you are nervous. It was just five minutes till Gojo was supposed to get here to help you lug the large canvas to the boardroom.

Just as you were thinking about if Gojo would be late or not, he walks right through the door and waves at you, “Yo!”

Your mouth drops open in surprise, “Y-you’re a couple minutes early? You’re basically on time! Are you okay?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, feigning checking for a fever.

He grins, walking towards the canvas and picks it up with ease, “I’m raring to go, now let’s go crash that party!” You nod, your heart feeling like it's gonna beat out of your chest. It was now or never.

You follow Gojo through the halls of the school, it takes just a couple of minutes before you arrive outside the boardroom. You can hear the faint sounds of Principal Yaga talking from inside.

Gojo looks at you with an encouraging but also mischievous grin, “Ready to go?” You nod and respond, “Let’s do this.” With your confirmation, Gojo kicks the door open, announcing your presence.

Everyone in the room turns their eyes on you two, the silence is almost deafening. But before the silence could swallow you up whole, you clear your throat and begin speaking with a small bow.

“Apologies for the intrusion, but I had one last thing to present. Principle Yaga, if I may?” You gesture to the large canvas that Gojo is holding. Principal Yaga nods, he knew this was a part of your plan, but the startling entrance still caught him off guard. You walk to the front of the room where Principal Yaga was speaking just a moment ago. Gojo places the canvas front and center, a place where he knew all the higher ups would be able to see. Gojo quickly leans over and whispers into your ear, “Knock ‘em dead, princess.”

You clear your throat one more time before you begin to present. Gojo stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, ready to watch your presentation.

“As you know from Principal Yaga, my name is (y/n) and I am a local artist that was attacked by a curse about a month ago. I sustained many permanent injuries, but I came away with a renewed conviction. I had been on the brink of death, and in what I believed was my final moments, I found myself wishing I had done more in my life that was fairly ordinary up till that point. After I recovered, thanks to the help of the staff here at Jujutsu High, I wanted to seize this chance so that I could finally make my own mark on the world by teaching and helping shape young minds, nurturing their education and school lives with my formal art background. I believe I have a lot to offer, as I hope Principal Yaga had explained to you prior to my arrival.” You look over at Principal Yaga and smile, he nods in confirmation. 

Turning your attention back to the higher ups, you continue your speech. 

“To prove my conviction, I created an art piece just for this occasion.” You turn around and whip off the fabric cover to reveal the painting underneath. Immediately upon the reveal, murmurs and whispers fill the room. “I faced my fears, channeled that near death experience and pain into this painting of the curse that nearly killed me.” Your voice rose in volume, naturally hushing any of the chatter from the higher ups. Their eyes were all on you.  You raised your head up higher, straightened your spine, and closed your speech with a 90 degree bow towards the elders, “Thank you for your time.”

You were about to walk away from the center of the room when an elderly voice piped up. It was a bald old man who wore monk-like clothes that wore a gentle smile on his face. “I’m not sure about my peers, but I’m quite impressed. I like your conviction, miss.” You saw nods and heard grunts of agreement all around the room. You stopped in your tracks when Principal Yaga came up to join you at the front of the room and put one hand on your shoulder. 

“I believe it’s time we take a vote. All in favor, please raise your hand.” Principal Yaga raised his other hand, signaling the start of the vote. Slowly, you see every single hand in front of you raise as well. Even Gojo in the corner of the room raised his hand, even though he knew his vote didn’t count. Principal Yaga pats your shoulder, “Looks like we have our answer. Welcome to the staff of Tokyo Jujutsu High, (y/n)-san.”

Just like that, you were hired. You couldn’t believe it. One voice brought you out of your state of shock, “But the painting must be sealed away in one of the warehouses. We cannot have civilians seeing or anyone catching wind of such a gruesome painting depicting a real curse such as this, as impressive as it may be.” You nod in agreement. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry (y/n)-san. Now, we have the rest of the meeting to get through, so if you could take Gojo-san with you when you leave, I would appreciate it.”

With your cue to leave, you start walking around the edge of the room and drag Gojo by the wrist with you outside of the boardroom.

You let go of him once you had taken a few steps away from the boardroom.You turned around, one hand covering your mouth, trying to hide a goofy grin on your face, “I did it, Gojo-san!” Without thinking, you hug him tightly in your excitement. You gasp, letting go of him before he has time to process what just happened, “I need to go tell Ieiri-san!” Turning around to run to Ieiri-san’s office, you don’t even say good-bye to Gojo as you run off excitedly, a goofy smile still plastered on your face.

After you rounded one of the hallway corners, Gojo still stood there. He leaned against one of the walls, hand over his face as he tried to process what just happened. He found himself thinking, wishing the hug had lasted just a bit longer. “I don’t do hugs or any cute shit like that.. That’s not me… so why do I keep constantly thinking about it?” 

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

The days passed quickly, happily taking in the atmosphere of Jujutsu High and all the antics that took place outside your studio windows. Work progressed smoothly on your art piece, as you found it oddly cathartic to be painting the very curse that was nearly the death of you. But because it was a painting of your own making, you somehow weren’t scared. If this was any other piece of media you had seen online, it would have given you the chills. Somehow, you felt the process of painting such a fearsome creature was giving you back ownership of your emotions, reflecting on that near death incident with strength.

Today was a day you worked late into the evening, tomorrow was finally the day. The meeting with Principal Yaga and the higher ups was tomorrow. Gojo and the students had caught wind of why you had been working on such a complicated piece, with only Gojo being the one who was able to sneak glimpses at your progress whenever he was able to sneak up on you during the day. You could always vaguely sense the gaze of the students if they ever tried to catch a glimpse of what you were working on, and somehow managed to shoo them away if they ever got too close to seeing the work before it was finished.

You put your hands on your hips and sighed, backing away from the huge canvas to take in your work. You were finally done, after staring at the painting for the whole day, tweaking minor details that no one would probably notice– but you would. With a hum of satisfaction, you nod. It was done, now all that’s left is to just wait for the meeting tomorrow afternoon.

Crossing your arms, you can tell that it’s going to be a pain in the ass to carry down to the large boardroom that they used for the meetings with the higher ups. Lost in thought, you start imagining how you’re going to manage it, you definitely couldn’t open the door while holding a canvas of that size either.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a whistle, “Impressive.”

You turn to see Gojo admiring your work, standing by the open door that you must have accidentally left open. A knowing grin spreads across his face as he turns his attention to you, “You really wanna scare the shit out of the higher ups tomorrow huh?”

Rolling your eyes at the compliment, you return the grin, “I have to make a statement. So I thought I would really go for that shock factor. If for some reason they reject Principal Yaga’s proposal, then I thought I should at least go out with a bang!” You laugh, feeling the nerves starting to get to you at the thought that not staying here was very much a real possibility. Sensing your nervousness, Gojo walked over to you and put an arm around your shoulder as the two of you looked over your work, “I don’t think you’ll have much to worry about.”

Surprised at the sudden words of encouragement from the usually self-centered and antagonizing idiot, you blink in shock, “Oh, um, thank you, Gojo-san.”

“But um.. I don’t think you should have put your arm around me.”

“Too shy? Gosh, I knew you were shy, but this really takes the cake after you stole my jacket!”

You look up at him in panic, “Oh my god, I totally forgot. I am SO sorry!” Gojo brings both arms around his stomach in laughter, cackling at your flustered state.”You can keep it, I don’t mind, I have others– “ You cut him off, shaking your head, “But that’s not the point! You shouldn’t have touched your jacket with your arm either… Just look at yourself…”

“Ah..” All signs of Gojo’s teasing laughter faded as he realized the mess he accidentally made. Paint was all over the front of his jacket and his arms. You sigh, “It was your fault for not paying attention, Gojo-san…Paint gets everywhere somehow, trust me…”

He laughed it off, “Like I said, I have others, so it’s okay.” He starts taking the jacket off, causing blush to start creeping up on your face, “W-what are you doing, Gojo-san!?”

With Gojo wearing just a white t-shirt underneath, you find yourself marveling at his physique, as he walks over to hang his jacket up on the hooks where you kept your paint aprons hanging. You mentally slap yourself out of that mindset as he turns around.

“You can keep this one too” He gestures to his paint covered jacket, now hanging next to your various aprons. All you can do is put your hand on your forehead and shake your head while sighing at his shameless humor.

You wanted to tell him to take it back and get it cleaned, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. Plus part of you was secretly a bit happy to have a bit of him around at all times. Your tiny fledgling of a crush, when you had only seen some pictures and heard stories that usually consisted of complaints about Gojo, was at this point a full blown crush. It was dangerous to have feelings for a notorious playboy like Gojo, but you couldn’t help what you felt. 

“Hey, Gojo-san? Would you mind helping me bring the painting into the boardroom tomorrow during the meeting?” You smirk, knowing he wouldn’t dare resist the opportunity to crash one of the higher up’s meetings. “Me? Miss out on an opportunity to be the knight in shining armor to the princess? I would never!” Gojo puts a hand to his puffed out chest with flair, earning a chuckle from you. He wasn’t quite so insufferable anymore in your eyes, a sentiment you knew wasn’t shared by many others.

“The meeting is at noon, alright? Meet me here at noon so we can crash the meeting in dramatic flair, a little late, so hopefully we can catch them off guard when Principal Yaga is presenting my other portfolio.” You lean towards him and glare before continuing, “and DON’T be late, I can’t mess up my only chance at an opportunity like this! Otherwise I will NOT hesitate to mess up all your clothes with paint!”

Instead of the typical snarky response you’d come to know him for, a genuine “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, don’t worry, princess” came out of his mouth. You didn’t know what to do, why was he being so nice to you today? But you decided not to question it, lest Gojo catches on to your questioning of his behavior and decide to change his demeanor and take back his promise of being on time for once.

“Thanks, that’ll be a big help!” You smile, returning the genuine expression. You walk over to the large painting and start to cover it up for the night, it has been dry and done for a few hours now. Struggling to reach the upper corners of the canvas, you bring one of the chairs in the room over to the canvas and stand on top of it. You were trying to stretch the fabric cover over the corners, but you needed the extra height to reach the top corners of the canvas comfortably. You feel a pair of hands at your waist, you startle, nearly falling over but the hands keep you steady and prevent you from falling.

Your heart leaps out of your chest, having almost fallen, but also from the sudden contact from Gojo, who was the only other person in the room. You sigh, finishing up covering the large canvas with the fabric cover. But the hands on your waist didn’t go away, instead, you felt Gojo’s arms snake around your waist and hug you from behind. 

“U-um.. Gojo-san?”

“Mmm?” He mumbled into your back.

“A-are you okay?”

“As good as I'll ever be.”

You stand there, frozen in place, not sure what to do. You blink, looking around, as if there would be anything in the studio that would  give you an idea how to solve this predicament you found yourself in. He’s never shown you this much kindness or affection before, only teasing and pestering you with shameless but shallow flirting.

“This is punishment for not giving me your phone number yet,” He grumbles quietly against your back. You laugh, “You’re pouting? For real? Over my phone number?” You feel a nod against your back as he mumbles some more, “You said you’d kill me if I asked for your number one more time.”

“Ah.. Did I say that?” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, recalling the first few days after you had woken up, Gojo had incessantly pestered you for your number at the time.

You try to turn around in Gojo’s grasp and pat his head, “I suppose I can give you my number, you’re going to help me out tomorrow after all.”

Gojo’s face lights up like a christmas tree, “Yes! Finally!” He fist pumps the air after letting you go. Amused at Gojo’s mini celebration, you can’t help but let out a boisterous laugh at how ridiculous the whole situation was.

You and Gojo exchanged numbers before he finally left to go home.

Head spinning from the uncharacteristic kindness and gestures of affection from Gojo, you hold your phone to your chest. Your heart thumps even faster when you hear a ding from your phone. It was a text from Gojo.

9:06pm - Gojo: Make sure to get your beauty sleep for the big day, princess!

9:07pm - (y/n): Yes, yes, whatever you say Gojo-san… (-_-”)

9:07pm - Gojo: Still so formal, (y/n)-chan~ Call me Satoru! (T^T)

9:08pm - (y/n): (>_>) If I get hired tomorrow… I’ll think about it..

9:09pm - Gojo: Awww, you’re no fun! I bet they’ll accept Principal Yaga’s proposal though, seriously, so just call me Satoru alreadyyy~

9:10pm - (y/n): We’ll see… Goodnight Gojo-san.

9:10pm - Gojo: (-3-) Fine then, be like that, princess!

You put your phone back in your pocket and started heading back to your room. You needed to calm down after Gojo had thoroughly scrambled your thoughts. 

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

You groan as you wake up, the morning light hitting your face. You bury your face in what you think is your blanket, but as soon as you smell what you recognize as cologne, your eyes shoot open to see a black jacket in your arms.

“Oh my god,” You facepalm. “I somehow fell asleep when we were and latched onto him… didn’t I..?” You knew about your habit of snuggling into jackets and hoodies, so you knew what happened immediately.

“God, this is a pain… How am I going to face him now? I’m going to have to return his jacket at some point…” You groan again, quickly shoving the jacket underneath your blanket to hide it, as you hear voices in the distance. 

It sounds like.. “The first years? Wait.. what time.. Ah!” You yell as you look at the time “9:42am” it reads. You slept in, since you were too distracted by chatting away with Gojo, that you forgot to set up an alarm. 

After setting up an alarm for 7:00am Monday through Friday, you start getting ready for the day. You open the closet to find more casual clothes, you grab a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. You get changed into the new clothes, taking a mental note to thank Ieiri and Ijichi-san later.

You unwrap the soft wrap around your head as you use the mirror to make sure your ponytail is smooth as you put your hair up. Satisfied with the secure ponytail, you rewrap black fabric around your head and your right eye. You almost forgot about the bandages on your arms, and after a minute of debate in your head, you decide to take the bandages off your arms.

Long sleeve shirts and stuff on your arms always bothered you, especially when you were drawing and painting. You’d much rather have your own skin get covered in paint than bother with attempting to clean messy clothes later, plus it was just simply more comfortable that way. Though your arms were covered in scars, you’d opt for comfort rather than care about hiding the scars on your arms. 

Your face was a different story, with a gaping hole where your right eye used to be, skin severely warped, you’d prefer to keep that covered. Plus you had just gotten a new wrap from Gojo, you wanted to wear it at all times. The thought of chatting away the night last night makes you blush a little bit as you reminisce about Gojo gifting you the wrap.

You slap both hands to your cheeks, “Get ahold of yourself, (y/n)! You have work to do!”

With a determined huff, you put your shoes on and get going to your studio for the day.

You find yourself staring at the large canvas in front of you. Usually you would start your process by sketching at a smaller scale, but with the size of the challenge ahead, you knew you wouldn’t have the time for that. It would take a lot of paint and a lot of time to dry, so you had to factor that in accordingly so that you would finish in time.

Pencil tapping your chin, you try to wonder what would be a suitable subject. You really wanted to make an impression on the higher ups, it really was “go big or go home” in this scenario. You wanted to wow them, shock them to their core, make something that would prove your skills would be an invaluable asset here at the school.

It couldn’t just be like any other painting you’ve done before, it had to be unique, something they’ve never seen and wouldn’t expect from you. You close your eye and try to dig deeper into your thoughts, pencil still tapping at your chin. Maybe something dark would shock them, all your previous works were pretty standard and tame in subject matter, nothing dark or evil in sight. But you wouldn’t settle for a stereotypical “spooky” subject like a skull or lame looking ghost or zombie. No, it had to be something.. special. Wait, special.. Grade? Wait, maybe you could paint something resembling a curse, that would be fitting for Jujutsu High! But wait, would that be too predictable? Maybe, but it was the first thing that gave you a rush of inspiration. 

The first thing that flashes in your mind makes your blood run cold. The curse that attacked you. You remember the fear that paralyzed you as you stood in your shop just a couple of weeks ago. Your heartbeat quickens just thinking about it. Maybe your head is twisted, but the emotions recalling the incident made an unidentifiable feeling bubble up in your chest.

The subject of your painting now decided, you open your eye and bring your pencil to the large canvas.

After sketching for a couple of hours, your focus is interrupted by the sound of the door to your studio being slid open.

“Time for lunch!” Ieiri-san smiled as she held up bentos for the two of you.

You laugh, “I’m starving, let’s eat!” You take the bento she holds as you follow her out of the studio to her office where the two of you ate together. When you sat down, she made sure to point out right away that you were wearing a new wrap around your head.

“A-ah.. this?” You nervously chuckle, “Well, Gojo-san somehow snuck up on me after I set up the studio space last night. He kept bugging me at first but then he suddenly gave this to me? It was oddly… thoughtful?”

Ieiri-san squints and responds with a tone of suspicion in her voice, “Odd indeed, very much unlike him.. But I must admit, to his credit, it does look good on you.” Thankfully, the conversation seemed to move on from that topic fairly quickly as you two started to talk about your day so far.

This lunchtime routine becomes the normal over the next few days, you were thankful for the company Ieiri-san provided. She started to feel like the older sister you never had. Lunch becomes a time where you two would talk about your day and catch up, often providing your own tales of Gojo pestering you. Occasionally he would poke into your studio, tug at your ponytail, or scare you by sneaking up on your blind side and poke your cheek.

Though to prevent any unwanted noses poking in your business, you covered the large canvas with a fabric cover whenever you weren’t around, so no one would see the final product until the grand reveal. Pretty early on in the process, you had decided you would keep the artwork a secret from everyone until after the meeting with the higher ups.

Your days mostly consisted of working on this piece, working on it as long as the natural light would allow you, morning till evening. Night time would mean relying on the singular light that hung in the center of the room, which you wanted to avoid, since you thought the artificial light in contrast to the dark sky would warp your perception of the color palette.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Gojo ends up bugging you all the way back to your room. You try to shut the door on him, but he stops it with his hand, the door a few inches away from his hand.

“Now, now, princess, is that any way to treat someone who has a present for you?” He peeks his head in and grins, earning a confused look from you. But you open your door back up, deciding to indulge the curious statement, “What do you mean?”

“I said that I have a present for you! Now sit down and close your eyes.. Er.. eye.. it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He gestures to you to sit down on your bed. You give him a suspicious glare before sitting down slowly on your bed and closing your, yes, singular eye. 

A couple of seconds pass, before the scent of cologne fills your nostrils and you feel Gojo’s arms reach around you, unwrapping the bandages around your head. A few more seconds pass until you feel a soft piece of fabric replace the hospital bandages that were covering the right part of your face previously.

“You may open your eye now!” 

You open your eye to see Gojo right in front of your face, “”Gah!” You almost fall backwards, surprised at the close distance between your faces but Gojo pulls you up from the bed and pushes you to the mirror.

“”Ta-dahh~” Gojo grins from behind you with jazz hands, showing off his satisfaction at the surprise present.

It was a soft black wrap that almost resembled his own. You find yourself wondering if they were made of the same material. You step closer to the mirror to inspect the wrap further, it was so soft to the touch, and so much more comfortable. You almost didn’t notice it on your face, it was so light. A small smile appears on your face.

Gojo sees your smile in the mirror, “You know how to wrap and tie this thing properly?”

You scoff, “I’m not an idiot, I wrapped my own bandages this morning, plus I've wrapped more packages than I can count in my career, so I think I'm good.” You shake your head, trying to get rid of an unintentionally mean attitude, “But seriously, Gojo-san, this is nice… Thank you.” It was oddly uncharacteristic of him to give such a.. thoughtful gift, from what you’ve heard about him.

“Of course it’s nice, only the best comes from me!” He grins, you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless.

“So,” He rests his arms on top of your head, “What’s sleeping beauty going to do for the rest of the night? Surely she isn’t going to sleep just yet, it’s a bit early for that.”

You look up at Gojo in the mirror and gesture to your desk, which now has a brand new sketchbook sitting atop of it, accompanied by a variety of pencils and erasers. “If you must know, I was going to sketch for a little bit. I’ve been itching to draw ever since I woke up this morning” Gojo tilts his head to the side, feigning curiosity, “What do you usually draw?” 

You shrug to the best of your ability, his arms resting on your head, limiting your movement a little bit. “Anything really, it depends on the day.” You give a grin of your own, “Besides, I wasn’t aware that THE Gojo Satoru had any interest in the fine arts.”

When you thought you had finally caught him off guard, he responds quickly with a witty remark of his own, “Oh I don’t, but I do have an interest in you and I'm happy to hear you finally acknowledge how great I am.” You roll your eyes for what feels like the thousandth time today.

 He pokes your cheek, “Hey, hey, how about you draw me? THE great Gojo Satoru?”

You sigh, not feeling like retaliating this time, “Fine, fine.” You grab the sketchbook, a pencil, and eraser before sitting against one of the walls your bed was pushed against. 

“Gojo-san, it might take a while, so sit down.” You say, pointing to the space of the bed in front of you. “Oh my, inviting me into bed already? How daring~”” He gives you a sly grin before sitting down across from you on the bed.

“You know it’s not like that,” You sigh with exasperation and rub your forehead. Gojo chuckles, “I know, I know~”

You open the sketchbook and start to put your pencil to the paper when an idea pops into your head. Maybe it would be a bit selfish, but you couldn’t hold back your desire to want to see Gojo’s eyes in person. You had only heard about how beautiful they were, you never saw them in any picture Nanami had ever shown you either.

“Hey Gojo-san?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you take off your blindfold for me?”

Gojo whistles and smirks, “So bold once again! But sure, anything for you, princess.” 

“Except this is for you, dumbass. You’re the one who wants me to draw you!”

After untying his blindfold, he looks into your eyes and grins when he sees your surprised expression, “You like what you see?”

Truly words could never do the beauty of the swirling oceans in his eyes justice, but you were sure as hell going to try to capture it in art form. His eyes were almost hypnotizing, all you could initially respond with was a nod. Gojo lets out a hearty laugh at your unexpected agreement without a fight. You find that a small laugh escapes your lips as well, surprised at your own behavior as much as Gojo was.

The next hour or so goes pretty smoothly, you chat back and forth with Gojo while sketching him. But after the sketch is done, you find yourself sitting beside Gojo, your sketchbook long abandoned on the desk where it initially came from.

The two of you keep talking for hours into the night, laughter and vibrant conversation coming from your room as you exchange stories from your vastly different lives.

Eventually, you find yourself falling asleep, tired from all the day’s developments. Your head falls onto Gojo’s shoulder, your hand subconsciously gripping at the sleeve of his jacket.

Gojo looks upon your sleeping figure with a gentle smile. As much as he would have liked to stay, he had stuff to do. He figured the only way to get up without disturbing your slumber was to remove himself from his jacket. He slowly takes off his jacket and slides his arm out, your hand still holding on the jacket that he had just freed himself from.

He guides your already asleep body into a lying position on your bed. Subconsciously your body hugs the jacket closer to your chest and you inhale the scent of cologne that lingers on the jacket. This type of thing was something you used to do with blankets and your parent’s jackets when you were a young child. The habit never went away, as you always slept holding onto your favorite hoodie every night, even as an adult. It gave you comfort.

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Upon arriving at the unused classroom, you saw a small wooden plaque outside with your name on it. “Woah, my name is here and everything. This feels so official!” You squeal as you open the door.

You gasp upon seeing a wide variety of art supplies. Most of the desks had been cleared out, leaving just a small handful behind. There were canvases of varying sizes leaning against where the whiteboard was. Some were small, but some were huge, including one that was almost as tall as the room. On the teacher’s desk that was still in place, there were a whole range of large paint tubes and different types of brushes. In the center of the room was a large tarp that covered a good majority of the floor. 

“Oh my god, you guys seriously outdid yourself, holy shit!” You turn around to look at Ieiri-san, hands over your mouth in shock. She smiles and gives you a wink, “Since you want to make a big impression on the higher ups, we tried to go all out for you.”

Ieiri-san leaned against the doorway, “Oh right, I informed Principal Yaga of your plan to create a piece to present to the higher ups, so it won’t be a shock for him when you barge in on their meeting. He thinks it’s gutsy, but he thinks it’s a good idea. It shows you’re serious about this.”

You smile and nod with conviction, “I’ll do my best!” The doctor smirks, “I knew you had it in you. Now, I’m going to head out for the day. Feel free to set up and get started whenever you’d like. Just remember, two weeks from today, okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am!” You salute her with a cheesy smile. She just scoffs, “God, don’t make me feel older than I already am!” You just giggle at her reaction and wave her goodbye, “Don’t worry, I know where everything is now. I’ll see you tomorrow, Ieiri-san!”

After you were left alone in your makeshift studio, you started to organize and set things up right away. You were too giddy to wait for tomorrow to set up your new space, you were bouncing around the room with a renewed energy. Organizing canvases by size along one of the walls, sorting the paint by color on the teacher’s desk, and finding a good spot for the brushes took you a while. 

In a couple of hours, you became pretty well acquainted with the room. One thing you noticed that made you happy was the fact that this unused classroom that you were to use as your studio, had a couple of windows facing the main courtyard that you saw the second year’s training in earlier. You grin to yourself thinking of the shenanigans you might get to witness for yourself from here.

Before you decide you’re done for the day, you take the biggest canvas, deciding this would be the one that would make your statement piece on, and set it against the wall between the two windows facing the courtyard. “Prime real estate for people watching while I paint..” You chuckle to yourself. People-watching is a hobby you rarely indulge yourself in, since typically you’d always see curses mixed in the crowd so it was typically something you had to avoid unfortunately. But this place was different, you wouldn’t have to worry about that here.

You step back from the large canvas and look around the room, satisfied with your organization work. You pull your phone out of your pants pocket and decide to take a couple pictures of the space while it’s still clean, to capture the memory.

It suddenly hits you. This is a new phone. Nanami, your older brother, would surely be suspicious if you were to text him from an unknown number. But he would get even more suspicious if you never messaged him at all during the duration of his mission abroad. You decide to craft a carefully worded text. If you were to get away with lying, it was definitely going to be over text.

8:05pm - (y/n): Ken-chan! I had to get a completely new phone, mine got completely destroyed when it got knocked out of my hands while I was waiting for the train one day. I got so distracted working on one of my new works, I got completely absorbed and forgot to get a new phone until today, sorry it took me so long to message you again! 

8:06pm - (y/n): How’s the mission going?

You put your phone away, sighing in hopes that your brother doesn’t see through your complete lie. A few minutes later as you had taken one step out of your studio, you hear a ding. You whip your phone out of your pocket and see a text from Nanami.

8:10pm - Nanami: I had started to worry a bit, (y/n). But i’m glad to know you’ve been staying safe, don’t forget to take a few breaks and don’t overwork yourself okay? The mission has been going well so far, so don’t worry about me, take care of yourself first.

8:11pm - (y/n): I’ll take care of myself, I promise! But I can’t wait to show you what I've been working on when you get back. It’s going to be my biggest and best work yet!

8:12pm - Nanami: I look forward to it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Good luck on the masterpiece.

8:13pm - (y/n): Good luck on the rest of the mission as well! The next month and a half are gonna feel like forever without you here!

You sigh, bringing your phone to your chest before putting it back into your pocket, thanking the stars that Nanami believed your white lie. Shutting the door to your studio behind you, you head back to your room. Today was an extremely eventful day, probably the most eventful day in your life so far. Happy with your studio and all the familiar faces you met for the first time, there’s a bit of pep in your step as you hum down the hallway.

“Oh-ho? What’s this? Sleeping Beauty seems to be in a good mood.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach, you immediately know who it is. You turn around to greet the blindfolded teacher with hands on your hips, “Why Gojo-san, it just so happens that I am!”

Gojo lets out a small laugh, surprised at the returned sass, “And why would that be?” You cross your arms and smirk, “Oh you’d love to know, wouldn’t you? I think that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

He scoffs, “I would! That’s why I asked in the first place!” You roll your eyes and respond, “Well, if you’re dying to know, it just so happens that I have a new studio now!” Gojo whistles in response, crossing his own arms in response to yours, “And where would that be?” 

You squint at him, not backing down from a challenge, refusing to answer his question. “I bet you just want to know so you can find me and harass me anytime you’d like!”

Gojo holds his hands up, “Me? Gosh, I would never!”, sarcasm dripping from his voice. But soon a mischievous grin appeared on his face as he realized you indirectly answered his question, he leaned down closer to your face as he said, “By saying I could bug you anytime I'd like, that means it’s likely in the school, doesn’t it?”

Your smug expression quickly falls off your face as you realize you accidentally gave it away, “Fuck!”

“Woah, looks like this princess has a potty mouth too!” He egged you on, hands stuffed in his pockets. You glared at him, “Ugh, I had heard you were insufferable but meeting you in person just really takes the cake!” You threw your hands up in the air as you continued to walk back to your room for the night. Gojo continued to follow you, teasing and picking on you the whole way back.

“So you’ve heard a lot about me huh? So you know how amazing I am? Hmm?”

“Maybe I had thought so before, but now, god no!”

“Oh so you thought I was amazing? I bet you think I'm super handsome too, right?”

“Ughhh, just please stop following me!”