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INDEPENDENT & HIGHLY SELECTIVE DUO BLOG for SATORU GOJO and YUJI ITADORI of gege akutami's jujutsu kaisen. as adored by gray ( he / him, 32 ). 21+, mutual exclusive. carrd.

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𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 . . . okkanai, tsukinoiri, soulcarved, b1oodburned, deadlincs, sakuyami, howlrs / gravesung

it's not unusual for satoru to be covered in blood at any given moment of time. it happens— it's a part of the job. the chances of this happening, however, have a higher likelihood of happening when michiko is involved.

it isn't a bad thing, of course. for the most part, satoru doesn't mind.

so long as michiko is okay by the end of it.

"all good?" hands find themselves curling around his lover's waist, pulling him close to him. arms snake around satoru's shoulders, guiding him down. satoru doesn't protest, rather he leans in quite enthusiastically, lips crashing against his. they stay like this for a moment longer, kissing until they're breathless before satoru is scooping michiko up into his arms.

for someone so gentle and soft spoken, satoru is not expecting himself to be yanked backwards from where he sat on the couch, only to be kissed by kanae. eyes are wide as he stares at her, watching as her face quickly grows a cute shade of red.

it isn't easy to catch satoru off guard, so kanae should be really proud of herself.

he shifts on the couch, turning to face her as she takes a step back, her hands rising to hide her reddening face. the corner of his mouth quirks with a playful smirk as he jumps over the back of the couch. kanae squeaks as satoru gently pries her hands from her face in favor of leaning down to kiss her tenderly, smiling wide against her lips.

jaw clenches as eyes shut, trying to keep his breathing steady. satoru finds it hard to keep himself from lashing out when people say something about his loved ones. maybe it has something to do with the fact that they all went through literal hell to get here and live a life as normally as they could manage. maybe it's because he loved them more than life itself.

his anger had once been easily contained, had been used when it was beneficial to him. but ever since the fighting had stopped— no, after he had come back from the dead, some things were different. subtle things, mostly. but things like this that would creep up on him when he least expected it.

tender kisses are pressed to his jaw, soft reassurances that everything was fine following. satoru focuses on hiromi's voice, on the way his lips feel against his jawline. the way each kiss melts away the tension in his jaw. scarred hands reach for his partner, slender fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

satoru thinks it's silly.

really, he does.

megumi, nobara, and yuji have just left their apartment after coming to visit for the week. everything had gone well ; lots of laughs were shared and memories were made. satoru had stayed strong for about two minutes after yuji had closed the door on their way out after saying goodbye.

they had all grown so much since he had met them and now they were young adults, finding their own paths in life. those were their kids and satoru didn't think he'd ever feel . . . whatever this was. grief? what exactly was he grieving? he was sad, sure. sad to see them go, to not know when he'd see them again, even if they kept in constant contact.

"what if they don't need us anymore?" he asks no one in particular. he isn't even really expecting an answer, hadn't meant to ask that out loud. now that there were no big battles to fight, that their lives were no longer on the line, would the kids ( yes, adults, but they would always be his kids ) need them?

there is shuffling from the kitchen and satoru doesn't need to look up to know that it's kento making his way towards him. hand rests on satoru's head before fingers card through fluffy white locks. a moment later, a kiss is pressed to his cheek.

"they might not need us as often," kento starts, moving his hand to start wiping at satoru's cheeks, "but they won't pull away. they call you almost every day. i don't see that changing any time soon."

like i need a naruto verse for satoru but i'm too tired to think of the mechanics of his powers and how he totally would've been recruited into the anbu ( if i put him in the leaf ) or would've been his own special elite force.

i want to make a mha verse for them both bc unfortunately it is one of my favorite universes. i have one for them but it's not fleshed out at all.