Jilly

Sure i wonder why

Chapter 1: foxtail millet ramen

WHAT THE FUCK!? Ukyo thought as he saw Ryusui eating HIS food, he’d literally only been revived a week ago, and he was already acting like he was above everyone! Seriously, he’d left after being called by Senku a minute ago, and his food was already gone. Now he had to bother Ryusui’s personal butler to make him more. What was their name again? Francis? Wait, no, it was Francios, wasn’t it? Man, he felt so bad that they had to deal with him all the time. Anyways time to see if he could even eat today, depending on their ingredients and such. Francois made sure his meal was vegetarian; he wasn’t Senku, but he knew it wasn’t easy to make that kind of thing in the stone world.

Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.

Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.

Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.

The best part is the local city council's reaction.

!!WARNINGS!!

violence | alcohol | drug use | swearing | Smut (Only in later chapters!!)

pt. 1

After the incident, he kept coming to the hospital, checking on you every night while being surprisingly nice.

He opens the door under the bright moonlight and the musky smell of the hospital room with beautiful white orchids in his hands. His eyes soften seeing you limp in the cold hospital bed. 

“Hey, Y/n…You feeling better?”

 Gojo never really knew how to comfort others; it wasn’t his thing, but when it came to you, he wanted to make you as happy as he could, though currently, you were still mad because you constantly held grudges. 

“No, I'm not feeling better, not at all.” 

You grunted out, contemplating whether to forgive him or not. 

He sighed in defeat, regretting everytime hes yelled at you. He doesn't understand why he's so fixated on making you feel better; he hated you the day before. 

Now he wants to hug you and make you feel happy and warm. 

“What the hell am I doing…?” 

He thought in his head. He didn’t wanna think about you, yet that's all he could physically do at the moment. He didn’t want you to be mad at him anymore

…

But why?

You finally stop pouting and turn back to him. 

“Why are you still here?”

You ask, though he could barely focus on your question over his own thinking.

“Huh…? Oh, I wanted to stay in case you needed help or whatever.”

He looked away nervously. Not wanting to piss you off further, he places the Orchids on your bedside. 

“Here…I got them cause I heard they’re for good luck or to get better, I kinda forgot.” 

He fiddled with his fingers, hoping you’d like it even the slightest.

You glanced at the flowers he had just set down and had to hold back a small smile, though you couldn’t hold back much longer and cracked a small smile. 

“I love them…”

He went silent, and you were confused why. Maybe he was laughing too?

You look up and see him sobbing and smiling at the same time. 

Never in your whole life would you have thought you’d see Satoru Gojo sobbing at your bedside, at 11:00 pm. 

He hiccups and wipes his tears

“Are you still mad…? At all?” 

Those godamn puppy eyes. They’re cute, but they don’t always work on you. 

“Fine, I guess I'm not mad at you anymore. You happy?”

He smiles and nods frantically like a puppy. This is nowhere near how he acts around his friends. He's not rowdy, rude, or cocky. He seems genuinely happy that you are.

“I-I’m gonna go now…I’ll probably see you tomorrow. And maybe we can text?”

He slowly passes his open phone to you, waiting for you to put your number in. You gently take the phone from his hands and type in your number, then you pass it back to him, smiling warmly, glad that the tension that's always been between you two is gone. Instead of tension, it feels like a warm, soft beam of light, waiting for the two of you to connect. 

He walks out of the room calmly, but once he gets to his car, he's giggling like a middle school girl with a crush on the star quarterback. 

After he gets home, he can barely sleep; he's so up and giddy about getting your number that it took him hours to fall asleep.

Morning approaches, and the sun shines through your window. Being in the hospital didn’t feel right at all. You wanted to go home. To Satoru…

You look at your phone, and you’re already getting texts from Gojo…

You then close your phone and go back to sleep, smiling after purposely leaving Gojo of delivered, knowing damn well you saw the text on your phone.

This one's a little short BUT I still hope you liked it !! ^^

WARNINGS!!

violence | alcohol | drug use | swearing | Smut (Only in later chapters!!)

For @jillyjimbob :3

You always knew you hated Satoru Gojo. The way he would always snicker after you fell in the hallways, the way he would hit on girls, and you would get jealous for some odd reason, you hated him, you shouldn't be jealous…right?

 You start roaming the hallways mindlessly, your earbuds blasting in your ears. You obviously couldn't really hear much. Around your locker, as it closes, a rowdy, loud group decides to bump into you WHILE you're holding a drink.

 You look up and see a cunning, annoying, smirking face staring down at you. “Yikes…my bad, princess, I didn’t really see you there.” He giggles while walking away. Your face scrunches in anger, “Doesn’t seem like you’re very sorry to me…” you grunt under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. You know he heard you, though he continues to keep walking with him and his dumbass friends. Later, you meet up with your own small group of your two best friends.

 “YO YO YO GANGSTERS!!” You exclaim loudly while everyone else around goes quiet except for your two friends cackling in front of you. You, Mac, and Marley, who laugh at everything in sight.

 You haven’t told them about you and Gojo’s little interactions and fights.

 Unluckily for you, Marley ran to you in excitement, telling you that she FINALLY got a boyfriend. You’d NEVER guess who it was. To your surprise, it was one of Gojo’s roommates.

 Great, now you'll have to deal with your best friend in love with your enemy's roommate, and now she's inviting you and a ton of her other friends to their frat party. You know you can’t say no to your best friend, so you ended up going anyway. 

At the party, you immediately see Marley and Sukuna sitting together near the kitchen. You didn’t wanna bother them since they didn’t spot you anyway. You moved to the corner where hopefully nobody was with a red party cup in your hand. Before you could even settle down, Gojo sadly spots you.

 “Heya, y/n. I didn’t know you came to frat parties. Y’come here just for me?” He snickers and glances away for a split second to Choso and Mac, the two main plugs on campus, then glances back at you. “You smoke?” He swirls the alcohol in his cup as you roll your eyes. “Yeah…Mac’s my best friend. Where do you think I got it?” You scoff and glance away, trying not to look him directly in the eye. 

“You’re very sassy for someone so small, you know…” He scoffs and turns around, waving you off lazily. You scoff back at him and cross your arms, returning the attitude. 

Halfway through the party, you’re already high and wasted. You don’t even remember how you got to the party anymore. 

You find the door leading to the backyard and roughly open it, stumbling your way to the side of the pool. Gojo spots you and looks slightly concerned, but you’re too drunk to catch it until you look up at him. “The fuck do you want…huh?” He sighs and tries to sit next to you, but you scoot away. “I said, what do you want!?” he scoffs in anger, now upset that you’re yelling at him. “Jeez, I was just trying to see if you were okay. I guess you’re just too damn petty to let me help you at all, aren't you…” 

You guys end up yelling at each other for a whole thirty minutes until he starts to get physical. He slaps you, and you go quiet. From all the intoxication, your emotions are heightened, and you shove him off as you start to tear up. “Whatever! I didn’t even need your help in the first place!” He clenches his fist and grunts. “Yeah fuck you too! Go run off as you do with every other problem you have!”

You go grab your bag and start to approach your car. As you drove away, Gojo completely forgot that you were drunk, now driving. “Shit..” he tries to look for his keys, but he forgot that Geto went to dinner instead of coming to the party, taking his car. He runs outside trying to look for your car, but you were already off.

He started going around asking people for your number. He finally reaches upstairs, where Marley and Sukuna are. He rushes towards them and asks for Marley’s phone frantically to call you.

 He calls you at least 20 times before checking your location…

It wasn’t moving. 

He panics and asks Sukuna to borrow his car keys. He rushes out with Marley’s phone in his hand and goes to the location. On the side of the road, he spots your car flipped sideways and smoking, and others gathered around are already planning on calling the ambulance. He pulls over and pushes through the small crowd of people, checking if you were in the car.

 He managed to open the car and pull you out, though you were unconscious. He laid you on the ground and checked your pulse, turning around to get someone to call the ambulance. 

The ambulance showed up, though he barely got to see you before he was pulled away, and you were put on the stretcher.

Every day after that night kept him up; he couldn’t stop thinking about you and if you were okay. He didn’t know which hospital you were at, and it was eating him alive.