pairing : gojo x reader

wc : 1k

part 1

Gojo introduced his three students to her. One of them she immediately recognised. Ecstasy filled her eyes as she pulled the dark-haired boy into a tight hug. He tried acting nonchalant, knowing it caught him off guard, and he was happy seeing her too. The brown-haired girl made it clear that she was excited about meeting Y/n and shook her hand aggressively.

“So…” Yuji Itadori clasped his hands before continuing, “…are you two together?”

Nobara nudged him with her elbow and he just looked at her with a big pout. He knew she was curious too.

“Oh god no!” Y/n shot back in an instant.

Gojo dramatically clutched his chest in mock offense.

“Oh, wow, I’m still your little secret?” he pouted before bursting out in laughter.

“Not funny!” you replied.

“You should’ve seen ya face,” Gojo flailed his arms around, still laughing uncontrollably.

The three students were more than confused as Y/n started smacking his arm and pulling on his uniform. How was she this comfortable with him, if he’s just an “old friend”? Y/n wished she could smack that smug grin right off his ridiculously handsome face, but she could barely reach his shoulder. Why did he have to be this tall?

As an apology, Gojo invited her out for dinner so they could catch up. He wanted to hear about her life and, naturally, brag about his own.

He was quick to call Ijichi so that he could pick the teenagers up while he went out for dinner with his old friend.

“We’re going to see you again, right, miss?” Yuji asked and Y/n couldn’t look into his adorable face and disappoint him with a simple no.

“I’m sure you will!” her voice sounded more convinced than she actually was.

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Gojo brought you to the dinner date. It was in a refined restaurant. The guests were all dressed in classy dresses and suits. Y/n felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. The restaurant had bright lights with jazz playing in the background. Expensive colognes lingered in the air, as well as the smell of champagne. That’s when she realised just how rich Gojo Satoru really was.

The server guided them to a table next to the window in a rather calmer spot. Y/n sat down across from Gojo and faced him. He still wore that ridiculous blindfold, and she silently wished he would take it off for just a second to reveal his mesmerizing eyes she hasn’t seen since god knows when.

“You’re staring,” he smirked teasingly at her.

She hastily turned her head away. “No, I’m not!”

“You totally are,” he chuckled now. “So how is your life as an ex-sorcerer? You doing okay?”

“Please don’t call it that, and yeah, I’m fine.”

She was definitely not doing fine. Life was throwing curveballs at her and she felt like a huge joke.But she still managed to force a small smile.

“You know you can tell me the truth. I know when you’re lying. You’re my friend.” His smirk turned into a soft, knowing smile.

“Work is kinda rough, and the people there are really something.”

Normally it was hard for her to open up and vent about these types of problems, but with him everything was so natural.

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Time passed as Gojo listened to her problems. But Gojo always found a way to make her laugh, changing the topic after hearing her out and giving advice. He didn’t interrupt. He just leaned back slightly, listening with an unusually soft expression.

Gradually the conversation slowly shifted into something more casual.

The food was amazing and the conversation went on for hours. Gojo talked about his newest student who ate one of Sukuna’s fingers. Y/n was shocked to hear that the sweet-looking guy really swallowed the finger of a 1000+ year old curse.

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After finishing dinner, he walked her to the train station. It was dark outside and the air was quite cool.

“Give me your phone, I’ll dial in my phone number.”

“Oh, right,” she brought her phone out of her bag and placed it into his hand. “I hope you know that I had to change my number back then.”

“No worries. I definitely didn’t think you hated me and blocked me or anything,” he quipped.

Guilt gnawed at her because she never reached out to him in all these years.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt twisted in her stomach as she looked away.

Gojo scratched the nape of his neck, regretting his choice of words. “It’s alright. I’m sure you had your reasons. Besides, you’re here now, aren’t you?”

Y/n smiled at him a little awkwardly.

He didn’t want to make her feel bad about the situation. It was in the past and he understood why she chose to leave.

When the train arrived, Y/N stepped forward. Just as she was about to board, Gojo gently caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“I missed you, Y/n.”

Y/N froze, caught off guard by both his actions and his words. He had acted so casual the entire evening.

“I missed you too, Satoru.”

pairing : gojo x reader

tags : angst :: hurt/comfort :: eventual smut :: old friends to lovers :: slow burn :: canon compliant

wc : 2,2k

Y/n handed over her work to her boss. He stared at the papers like they were written in a different language.

“Is this all? You had so much time.”

“If you keep handing over this dead-end work, I can’t let you work here anymore. This is too plain, too boring, too average.”

The words hit her like paper cuts. She knew she would start crying if she looked him in the eyes now, so she fidgeted with her fingers and stared at the dark brown wooden floor of the company she worked in. Large windows, a faint smell of coffee and sweat lingering in the air. All of a sudden, everything around her seemed so distant, as if this was her first day here. Leaving the Jujutsu world was one of the best decisions she had ever made, right? It had to be. She was a plain sorcerer. Even with hard training from morning to night, she could never compare to her comrades. She was sick of being compared to them. This misery had to end.

Who would have known that living a normal life after being so damaged since childhood would be so difficult?

This whole week had been shitty. It was like the world was playing some huge joke on her that she didn’t know about. Humiliating.

“I’m sorry, I’ll work on it. I promise.”

Outside, it was pouring. The sky was grey. Cars passed by quickly, probably on their way home to their loving families, citizens running with their work bags over their heads to protect themselves from the rain. Y/n, of course, had no car.

Dammit.

She grabbed one of the umbrellas from the umbrella stand, silently hoping a coworker would offer to take her home. But who was she kidding?

They hated her, ignored her, and excluded her. She was never invited to dinners or drinks after work, even when the whole team was. To them, she was always invisible. Someone you could dump your work on because she had low self-esteem and would always say, “Yeah, no problem,” with that uncertain smile.

Y/n couldn’t do it anymore. She hated feeling used. But she was too much of a coward to stand up for herself, too scared to lose the job that didn’t even pay her enough for the work she completed. Oh right, the work that wasn’t even decent enough for her boss not to comment on.

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On her way home, she walked by a new bakery. She had passed it a couple of times, wondering if she would ever find someone to visit it with. She stopped abruptly in front of it. Screw it, she didn’t need anyone to do anything with her.

The doorbell rang as she entered. Her steps steady, the warmth of laughter from the people and the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies and brewed coffee immediately wrapped around her.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” asked a young worker with a cute smile, rosy cheeks, and hair in an effortless, classy bun.

Y/n pointed at the red velvet cake with “Happy Birthday!” written on it.

“This one, please.”

“Oh, how exciting. Is it your birthday?”

“What—oh, no, it’s for a friend.”

Liar.

She handed over the money. The young woman packed the cake into a shiny box with the bakery’s name on it, tied a big golden ribbon around it, and placed it into a paper bag along with a card wishing “your friend” the best birthday ever.

Y/n couldn’t wait to get home, where she could binge-watch her favorite shows and eat the birthday cake she had bought just for herself.

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After searching for her keys for what felt like years, she finally found the right one and entered her apartment quickly. She threw off her wet jacket and her shoes. Later, she took a warm, bubbly bath to calm herself from the stress of the day.

Getting out of the bathtub, she put on her fluffy bathrobe and an expensive face mask. She settled down on the couch and did what she knew best.

The cake was soft inside, with sweet frosting and sprinkles. Y/n had had a sweet tooth since birth.

Suddenly, her mind drifted to a person she hadn’t seen or talked to in years. Gojo Satoru. When they were teenagers, they would go to cafés and bakeries all the time, trying new pastries and milkshake flavors.

He was her best friend. Things got tense when she told him about leaving Jujutsu High, and after that, they never heard from each other again.

She put on her silk pyjamas and lay down on her bed, still thinking about him. All the memories and pain they shared. The times he had comforted her when her parents were being assholes, or when he opened up to her about the struggles of being the strongest. She felt a deep sting in her chest. Suguru had left before her, so that meant she left Satoru all by himself to suffer. She was one of the very few people who knew how he felt inside, how vulnerable he was, like a delicate flower. But he put on a mask and wore it like it was destined to be.

Shit, was she too selfish?

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The next day, she had a day off. Finally sleeping in, she decided to dress up and run some errands in Tokyo. Life in Shibuya was solid, but nothing could compare to the shopping opportunities in Tokyo.

She put down her hair and applied some makeup, not too eye-catching but enough to enhance her natural beauty. A short skirt and a cute blouse. She was ready to go.

Gojo was having an ordinary day. Except the temperatures were pretty high in Tokyo, and Nobara and Yuji had convinced him to take a trip into town after one of their missions. Megumi wasn’t too impressed, the hot weather made him more tense than usual, but he decided to go along anyway.

Y/n was browsing through shops, a few bags in her hand. It felt nice enjoying herself and doing something she liked, like getting her nails done and buying cute clothes, knowing they would probably just rot in her closet.

Y/n was standing at a little market stand when Gojo abruptly felt a familiar cursed energy.

It was her, no doubt, he thought. Leaving the group, he followed the energy, getting closer until the air carried a subtle scent of fresh laundry with a hint of vanilla. Then he saw her silhouette. He knew it was Y/n. He stood there, unable to believe it. All these years he had forced himself to forget her, but now just sensing her made something in him shift. His heart started racing. Raising a hand to his chest to steady himself, he finally walked up to her, closing the distance.

She heard familiar, steady steps and her head snapped toward the sound, first looking down and then up at his dashing face. His beautiful eyes were covered by a black blindfold, different from the round sunglasses she remembered. His snow-white hair had grown longer, sticking up in soft spikes. Her mouth opened, too stunned to speak, before he broke the silence.

“You like what you see, perv?” A wide grin appeared on his face.

“Satoru—” she gasped.

“Long time no see, huh? You look great.”

At long last, she could think straight again.

“Yeah, thank you. So, how’s it going? You still a teacher?” she asked, a little awkwardly, looking to the side.

“Well, of course. Watcha doin’ here? I thought ya lived in Shibuya. Thinkin’ about coming back?” His grin grew even more after seeing her a little red-faced.

“No, I’ll never return. I already told you that. And I’m only here for shopping, so if you’ll excuse me, I would like to continue in peace.”

“Shibuya has a big shopping center. Just say you wanted to see me,” he replied teasingly.

“Oh please. I went all these years without you, I certainly don’t want to see you now,” she bickered back, knowing he wasn’t quite lying.

The three students noticed their teacher’s absence and quickly followed him. But when they saw who he was talking to, they hid behind a market stand to watch.

“Is that his girlfriend?” Yuji asked, confused.

“No way he bagged her. She’s way too pretty for him,” Nobara argued.

Megumi’s eyes widened when he looked at her. Back when she still worked at Jujutsu High, Gojo and she had taken care of him and his sister. She had even acted like a mother figure when he got into trouble at school.

“That’s not his girlfriend. She’s an old friend and a former sorcerer and teacher from Jujutsu High,” he said calmly.

“No way, look at the way he’s looking at her,” Yuji argued.

For a moment, Gojo went silent. His head whipped back, staring at the three innocent teenagers.

“Oh shit, they caught us,” Nobara sighed.

gojo is flustered

It was one of the very few days where Gojo basically had a free day from work. Instead of resting and relaxing at home, he decided to bother joining you on your shopping tour.

You were a decent sorcerer yourself, but not as relevant or needed as Gojo. That's why you didn't work 24/7. The school would call if they needed you, but likely you wouldn't be the first they would contact if something came up.

The weather was sunny today. Not the kind where you're drenched in sweat after walking for five minutes, or the kind where you burn up like a tomato when not wearing sunscreen. Just sunny, comfortable weather with a steady breeze.

You took this opportunity to shop for some fancy summer dresses.

When you spotted Gojo in the hallway, not in his uniform but in some classy linen pants and a white button-up shirt-and the most crucial part—he wasn't wearing his usual blindfold, but his dark rectangular sunglasses. God, had he always looked this good? You felt your chest flutter and your heart beating faster.

Why in the world?

Seeing him in his outfit, you also knew he had a day off, and that he would come over to you in just a moment to ask where you were heading-and that when he found out, he would definitely ask to come along.

…

"No," you already stated for what felt like the tenth time, and he wasn't even considering backing out.

"But why~?" he suddenly pouted, blinking his lashes dramatically.

He always knew how to get to you.

"Fine, but-"

"Yayy~" he cut you off before you could finish your sentence and raised his fist in victory.

This was going to be a long day.

…

Later, you both went into different shops, trying on clothes and dresses. Though nothing caught your eye, Gojo didn't stop motivating you to continue searching.

He talked a lot about his students and how exhausting his work was. As a sorcerer yourself, you knew the challenges that came with it, but if you were already struggling, just how hard was it for him?

After a while, he saw a boba shop and dragged you in to get two large milk tea bobas with caramel syrup drizzled on top. You can't lie, he had good taste.

You passed many small boutiques until that one shop with the most gorgeous summer dress you had ever laid eyes on, displayed on one of the mannequins.

Practically sprinting into the shop, you left Gojo with the drink you had shoved into his arms before entering. He stood still for a second, shocked at your drastic movement, before following you inside.

You tried it on immediately, along with a few other skirts and blouses you thought were cute for going out. The dress was flowy, in a baby pink shade with little flowers at the bottom that slowly faded upward in the same tone. You fell in love with it at first sight.

This was the dress. You silently thanked Gojo for not letting you leave without buying anything, because fate had brought you here.

Nervously, you stepped outside.

"How do I look?" you asked, expecting Gojo to answer jokingly, telling you it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen on you.

Instead, he was in awe, seeing you in that stunning dress. His mouth wide open.

"You look... really beautiful," he murmured.

Gojo was flustered. His cheeks turned a rosy shade, and his ears bright red. You couldn't help but giggle at the way his eyes never left yours.

Gojo and flustered in the same sentence?

When you tried to take off the dress, the zipper got stuck, and it was hard for you to reach it. Thankfully, your best man was there to help. Calling his name, he got up faster than you could blink.

"I need help with this dress," you asked innocently.

Gojo just stood there like you had asked him to undress and do you right there in the changing room.

"Huh?"

"The dress, it's stuck," you repeated.

"Oh, right," he responded, sounding slightly disappointed, as if he wouldn't have minded undressing you in that changing room.

He entered the tiny room and tentatively placed his hands on your back. You flinched at the sudden touch. The proximity made the room feel even smaller. He wrapped his fingers around the zipper, gently pulling it down, revealing your whole back.

Then he slowly returned his hands to his pockets, acting as if his body wasn't desperate for your touch.

You thanked him with that sweet smile of yours, your eyes still sparkling with excitement because of your find.

Gojo was already at the door, waiting for you.

Just as you were about to pay, the woman at the front told you that "the handsome tall man" had already paid.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"But I did."

"Why?"

That made him think for a second.

"You looked so happy with it, and also you were taking too long, so praise me for my kindness," he joked.

You laughed at his respond and thanked him.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x reader

cw : fluff::both characters are teens! :: friends to lovers

word count : 1,45k

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Actually, your whole friend group, which includes Shoko, Suguru and Satoru, was supposed to have a fun movie night today. But Suguru had a date with this sweet girl he had met walking to the bus station after a mission, and Shoko was having some kind of family emergency, which you didn’t quite catch when she explained it to you.

So that leaves just you and Satoru. It should feel normal to be in a room, on the couch at night, close together with a friend, right? But actually, you were freaking out. After what happened between you two a few weeks ago, you couldn‘t stop thinking about it.

Just a few weeks ago, when he brought you to your dorm after a party were you were drinking just slightly too much, you kissed him and he pulled away immediatly. What you didn’t remember was that he told you it was wrong because you were too drunk. Then he put you to bed and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before wishing you a good night.As drunk as you were, you fell asleep right away.

The next morning, you woke up regretting all of the shit you did that night. Why does this stuff happen to you? I mean, Gojo Satoru wasn‘t a bad-looking guy, hell, he was the complete opposite.

This man looked like he just popped out of a fashion magazine, with his hair always done and face soft like an ice cream mochi. But you convinced yourself that you just found him attractive and you were totally not into him, right?

Then why did you kiss him?

You saw him in class that day, but he (strangely) didn’t bring it up or tease you for it like he normally would. But you felt him staring at you while walking. His eyes never left you while you were training or even just talking to your friends.

This is humiliating.

Why did you do something so embarrassing? Just how much did you drink that night that your thoughts won and you kissed your best friend?

He wasn‘t avoiding you, but he definitely kept his distance. And so did you. You were only together in groups, and both Suguru and Shoko noticed your strange behavior. But of course, you didn’t tell Suguru and obviously not Shoko. She would make fun of you for it till the day they put your casket six feet under the ground.

And now that white-haired man was sitting right next to you on the couch, with a bag of chips and a drink in his hand. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white shirt that lifted whenever he slid his dark, round sunglasses up. You couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly trained body and his V-line whenever his shirt lifted slightly.

Ever since he entered your dorm that night, he had that grin plastered on his face, like he knew way too much.

Also, this was the first time you were so close since the incident happened, and it couldn’t feel more awkward from your perspective. He, on the other hand, was as talkative as always, being annoying and asking questions throughout the entire movie just to get on your nerves because he knew how much it bothered you.

He loved seeing your flustered face whenever something annoyed you, the way you would frown. He would die just to stare at your beautiful face forever.

Yes, Satoru had a big crush on you since the day you met. Everyone knew about it except you. And Suguru always told him to finally confess. Even Shoko helped him by telling him the things you liked in a guy, but he was too afraid to ruin the friendship you had.

It’s pathetic, if you think about it. The strongest, scared? That can’t be right. He‘s the strongest!

That was until you made that stupid drunk mistake by kissing him.

How was he supposed to get you out of his mind now?

Even now, he was just remembering the way you gazed at him, how your soft lips felt against his for that brief second before he pulled away. Fuck, it took him so much willpower not to pull you closer.

Just as the movie finished and you wanted to get up to grab a glass of water, he held you by your wrist.

“Are you leaving me?” he asked, meeting your gaze. Bright blue eyes locking with yours.

You were surprised by his sudden question. Why does he care whether you’re leaving or not?

“I just want some water. Do you want some too?”

“I can’t forget what happened…” he stopped for a second before continuing, still holding your wrist—not painfully, but enough that you couldn’t pull away.

“…I think about you all the time. I can’‘t get you out of my head especially after that kiss.”

What? He was the one who pulled away. Is this some kind of prank to embarrass you even more?

You gasped at his words, lips sligthly parted, and he used that moment to gently close the distance between you and press his pink lips on yours. The kiss was careful, hesitant, as if he was waiting for you to stop him.

”Tell me to stop, and I will.“ he murmured.

He was now placing kisses on your neck and colarbones , hungrier and more fiercly.

But you didn’t say no , a part of you knew it was wrong, that you‘ll ruin your friendship but another part needed him more than anything.

Your hand moved up instinctively, fingers brushing through his hair. He exhaled softly, like he had been holding his breath for far too long. His hands placed on your hips and waist keeping you close to him.

”Satoru… don’t stop“ you whispered.

He froze for a moment glancing at you. Is this real?

A soft smile appeared on his face something filled with love and warmth unlike his usual cocky smile.Then he continued to lock lips with yours.

In no time, you were laying down with your back pressed on the shallow couch and Satoru right on top of you. One hand on your hip, keeping you steady, and the other caging you in. His kisses were getting hungrier and more lustful.

Swiftly, he took off his shirt, revealing his milky skin, broad shoulders, and abs. Your fingers brushed over his muscles as he slipped his hands under your shirt and searched your face for approval. You nodded in response as he stripped off your shirt, and quickly after that followed your bra, leaving you bare-chested in front of him. He studied your body, kissing every part of it. This was the moment he waited for ever since he met you.

“Why did you pull away that night and why did you avoid me till now?” you thought out loud. As soon as the words escaped your mouth, you regretted it.

“You were drunk, dummy. I want to kiss you while you’re 100% fully present,” he grinned at you.

You couldn’t help but blush at his response.

“I thought you were embarrassed about it, so I let you calm down before we had a real kiss,” he grinned even harder now.

Even while making out with you, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“You don’t know how long I waited for this,” he spoke in between kisses.

“You know how cute you are when you shut up?” you returned, still in shock from what he said a second ago.

He chuckled, and his low voice gave you butterflies in your stomach. You felt his smile on you as he was kissing you a little above your belly button.

The makeout session turned into the deed rapidly. He was gentle, as if he was holding something extremely fragile.

Right after you both finished, he rested his head on your still bare chest. You held him by the shoulders and caressed his cheek.

“You know I like you,…a lot, right?” he asked quietly.

“What, like a friend?”

“No, I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat before racing again.

He chuckled before joking how your fast heartbeat was so obviously because of his charisma and attractive being.

You rolled your eyes slightly, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“I love you too.”

You held him tighter and lay there comfortably for a good minute.The silence wasn’t awkward, it was rather calm.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” you sighed eventually, breaking the silence.

“Without me?” he asked dramatically, placing his hand over his chest as if he had been wounded.

A small smile tugged at your lips.

God, how were you going to explain this to Shoko and Suguru?

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wrap it up.

fluff:: married couple:: satoru is tired

You just came out of the shower, putting on your expensive body oil and lotion that Satoru had gifted you on a random Tuesday. It was pretty late, and he was still out on a mission.

Just thinking about your husband fighting curses while you were at home in your fluffy bathrobe and cat slippers made your heart ache. Poor him, you thought. Nobody except you knew how hard it was for him, even if he was the strongest. He was still human and had a heart.

After drying your hair and slipping into your pajamas, ready for bed, you heard the front door open and close again. Quickly, you walked to the bedroom door, but before you even laid a finger on the doorknob, somebody burst the door open. Satoru was standing there, his hair a mess and his blindfold loose around his neck.

He immediately put his hands on your waist and pulled you into a deep hug. He buried his head in your neck, and his snowy-white hair tickled your collarbones. Your hand started stroking his soft locks gently. Slowly, he tilted his head up, and for a long second, you just looked at each other before he lightly pressed his lips onto yours. It was slow and gentle like he was trying not to break you.

“Long day?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me to warm up some food? Or a warm bath? At least change your clothes.”

…

“Satoru?”

You called his name softly, his head still buried in your neck. You’d think he had already fallen asleep if you two weren’t standing.

“Don’t wanna talk, just want to be with you,” he muttered.

After a while, he finally agreed to change into his pajamas after taking the fastest shower he had ever taken.

You sat upright while Satoru lay on your lap on the large king-sized bed. His hands held your hips in place as your hand caressed his soft white locks.

“It’s funny, you know. I’m supposed to be the strongest 24/7, but with you, I can finally forget about that title. I can just… just be me.”

It was hard for him to show vulnerability, or rather, he was never allowed to show it. Ever since he was a child, his future had been written. But then you came into his life and changed that. He was so thankful for your presence that no words could truly express it.

“I love you,” he muttered and hid his face deeper in your lap because this really was the only place he wanted to be for the rest of his life: with you.

“I love you too, Satoru,” you whispered back before closing your eyelids and drifting off to sleep