𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕠

"Shoko can you get the door please?" The words managed to escape your mouth as your lips struggled to contain the bobby pins that were stuffed between them.

It was 7pm the evening before Riko's merger with Tengen and you'd promised her a night she wouldn't forget. You were going to deliver that promise no matter what - she deserved it.

"Well well.. it's a mess in here isn't it Y/n" Mei waltzed into the room with Utahime not far behind her. You raised your eyebrow at her before sliding the last bobby pin into Riko's thick black locks.

"Did you come here to criticise my cleanliness or did you come here to get drunk?"

Mei grinned before pulling out a large bottle of prosecco and shaking it gently.

The dormitory you shared with Shoko was fair sized, opening the front door lead you straight into the open living area, snug against the corner was a plump emerald couch with cushions scattered messily on its surface. A pale wooden chabudai was located directly in front of the seating area, books and snacks placed out for the guests.

Off of the living area were the doors to the girls individual bedrooms.

The TV hung neatly on the wall was set to a popular music channel, the melodic beat filling the room.

Shoko jumped onto the couch next to Riko who was stroking her freshly styled hair. "So.. any guys you've met so far that you think are cute?"

The young teen blushed "Umm.. well I was talking to Kento earlier.. he seems.."

"Yessss! Nanami is the best" Shoko cut her off excitedly "Plus you are totally his type"

"I need help" you groaned before they could finish their conversation.

"Which one?" You enquired to the group as you modeled the outfit options you'd managed to narrow down.

The first choice was a silk playsuit, the bust line plunged down to show the curves of your breasts. Over the top was a beige loose crushed velvet jacket with tan coloured thigh high boots.

Second option was a deep plum dress, the front panel covered you completely and wrapped around your neck like a choker. Both sides of the garment were cut out from thighs to waist with elasticated ribbon lacing the fabric to keep it in place. The laced area left not a lot to the imagination.

You topped the look off with silver strappy heels with laced ribbon wrapping up your calves.

All four girls gasped at the dress which made you grin. "This one then?"

"Absolutely. Suguru won't be able to keep his hands off you!" Mei purred.

"Satoru neither.." Shoko whispered to herself.

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"Come on its almost 11.30" Utahime pointed her phone lock screen at the group trying to emphasize the time.

You'd agreed to meet the boys at Shochu Lounge by midnight. Earlier in the day you'd managed to convince Yu and Kento to join Suguru and Satoru on the night out. It wasn't usually their thing, especially Kento but when he realised it was for Riko, he quite quickly changed his mind.

Between the five of you, you'd managed to consume six bottles of wine with layers of tequila shots between rounds courtesy of Mei. She was such a pusher when it came to drinking.

You were all absolutely buzzing, the mood was high and you all looked incredible.

The club was only a short walk away but that didn't stop Riko almost tripping multiple times along the way. It was clear she'd never had alcohol before, or worn a pair of heels for that matter. It was like taking a trip with Bambi!

After what felt like a lifetime you made it to the entrance of the club, the bouncer checked you and your friends id's before lifting the roped barrier and allowing you to pass.

The heat of the nightspot hit you instantly, a mixture of people's perfumes and alcohol filling your senses. Schochu Lounge's main dance floor was down a flight of stairs, you laughed with the girls as you made your way in.

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"What's the point in us being on time if they're always late!" Satoru grumbled as he tapped loudly on this phone, he was going to be sure you'd have loads of irritating WhatsApp messages to read in the morning as karma for the delay.

Suguru leant back on the stone wall in the corridor that lead to the stairs, his beautiful ebony hair neatly tied in it's standard bun. It was slightly cooler there than being in the thick of the club. Kento patiently waited with the pair as Yu had disappeared to the bar to order some drinks.

"They'll be here Satoru.." he soothed.

Just as the words left his lips the girls familiar giggles echoed down the stairwell.

Suguru pushed himself off the wall and Satoru slowly slid the phone into his pocket. Their eyes fixated on the girl leading the group.

You.

Your delicate heels tapped on each step, flaunting your beautifully polished toes. Satin ribbons wrapped around your smooth calves, the strobe lighting causing your skin to shine like supple butter. The deep amethyst dress clung to your hips and waist revealing the curves you hid under your usual uniform. Your slender fingers clasped a satin grey clutch bag, the outfit made your Tatsuya branding very obvious but you didn't care.

The brand was a burn you received as a child, an initiation into dragon mastery. It was a traditional dragon that wrapped from finger around the wrist and up the forearm. To most it looked like a cool tattoo completed with blush ink but your friends knew otherwise.

Your hair was long and thick, one side you'd braided into a french plait along your scalp which lead into the other side which was left flowing down to your hips with some gentle waves running through it.

Satoru licked his dry lips, it felt like all of the moisture had left his mouth. His aqua iris' scoured every inch of your body. He was so desperately hungry for you. His muscles tensed as he resisted the urge to shove every person out of the way and show you exactly who you were meant to be with.

But he couldn't. He would never force your feelings. He wouldn't hurt Suguru.

His needs weren't important.

"Just don't freak out, okay?"

The ravenette haired female turned to Satoru with an instant look of panic.

"What the hell! How can I not freak out when you say something like that?"

Satoru winked, fluttering his long icy lashes at the girl. Suguru sighed and rolled his eyes, "Can you hold back from winding someone up for just five minutes Satoru?"

Gojo pouted in response and shrugged. "What? I mean technically I'm not winding her up. She's probably never seen what she's about to see"

The two men wandered into the school grounds, they were accompanied by two dark haired women, one clearly much younger than the other.

It was early evening and the campus was eerily quiet, most students had made their way back to dorms or headed out to town for some evening entertainment. The silence made the crunching of the gravel beneath their feet sound deafening.

Satoru brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth and a loud whistle erupted.

Both Gojo and Geto stopped in their tracks to look up at the rose and amber tinted sky which prompted the two women to look up with them.

The younger girl gasped and stumbled back a few steps in shock.

Caraxes let out a death rattling grumble as his giant wings sliced through the evening clouds, Catos followed shortly after. Finally Cyrax nose dived from above, soaring past both of the male dragons. Wind whipped the group as her giant wings unfolded to brace you both for landing. Cyrax's talons gripped the earth as her big body finally stabilised.

"Easy girl" Suguru uttered calmingly, he strode towards Cyrax with his palm outstretched. The teenager ran forward and grabbed his wrist. "Are you insane! Can you not see that thing!" She squealed at the top of her lungs.

Satoru placed a gentle palm on her shoulder. "Relax Riko. We're old friends"

Riko's grip loosened on Suguru who nodded reassuringly at her before holding his hand out to the dragon.

Cyrax snarled slightly, dipping her snout down to Geto before taking in his scent. The giants body instantly relaxed and she let out a gentle purr.

"What the hell Satoru! I told you not to call them down unless it was an emergency!"

You popped your head up from ontop of Cyrax's back before starting to clamber down. "This is an emergency" he whined, "Riko and Misato have never seen a dragon before"

You slid down the side of your dragons nape and marched over to the group. You greeted Suguru first with a quick peck, Satoru stuck his tongue out in disgust. "You" you pointed your finger at him whilst walking. You got up to close to him, your body pressed up against his chest. He was much taller than you so you had to look up to face him. For some reason your heartrate hitched and your breathing became irratic for a moment.

"Yes sweetheart? He growled.

Within seconds of the words leaving his lips your fist landed square across his jaw. "Heh. Limitless didn't see that one coming then?" You scoffed.

"Yooooooouch! Oww ow!"

Gojo stepped back, gingerly rubbing his face like a sad little puppy.

"I'm so sorry" you bowed to the two women. "My name is Tatsuya, Y/n. But please just go by my first name. Oh and if he ever annoys you, just hit him. He's my future husband so I'll allow it" you grinned at the pair who giggled and nodded. "Wait so your allowed to make the husband joke bu..." Satoru started before Geto nudged him playfully in a bid for him to drop it.

Gojo took the hint.

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"So Riko, tomorrow's your last night before the assimilation. Is there anything you'd like to do?" You smiled kindly at the young girl as you walked towards the dorms. The three of you walked in front whilst Gojo and Geto loafed behind goofing about as usual. You'd offered Riko to stay at your accomodation for the night, you couldn't imagine how it would feel to be her right now and you wanted to try to make the last few nights as special as possible for her.

She pondered the thought for a moment before answering. "I'd really like to experience the night life. I've always been studying, never gone out. Never even kissed a boy..." her voice trailed off as she thought about all the firsts she'd be missing.

You cut her off excitedly, "Well we're taking you out tomorrow! All the best clubs Kyoto has to offer, and I'll be sure to find you the cutest boy I can"

"Calm babe.. he's only joking" Suguru uttered softly into your ear lobe, his warm sweet breath tickling your cheek.

"I know, it just gets to me. My parents have no say in who I love or marry. He knows it's a sore point..."

Geto flipped his best friend the middle finger with his arms still protectively wrapped around you which made Gojo chuckle to himself in amusement.

You both casually walked back to your friends hand in hand, Gojo and Shoko both edging up the table to make room for you both to sit.

"So, Yaga has this mission for us.." Geto started. The table all turn to listen intently. "So you've got to retrieve the Star Plasma Vessel and ensure its safe arrival with Tengen?" You repeated after he'd finished.

"Essentially" he smiled back at you.

"So who's to go on this mission exactly?" You cherped up once more. "Me and Satoru will collect the girl and bring her back to Jujutsu High"

"Girl.." you whispered. The poor thing. You fully understood the reasoning to why Tengen needed to reset his body but that didn't make it more sad for the poor girl that was sacrificing her future to protect everyone else's.

After lunch had finished the two boys were ready to head off.

"Look after eachother ok?" You looked back and forth at the pair. Geto nodded. He scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head and giving his usual soft smile.

"Don't you worry dummy. I'll bring him back in one piece" Satoru announced boldly with his ever so confident smile plastered onto his features.

Usually his arrogance irritated you but for once it was well placed. Geto was strong but Gojo was stronger. The pair made a formidable team.

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Flying was something you were born to do. The wind whipped your silken tresses as Cyrax weaved through the soft clouds. You could make out Caraxes and Catos in the distance, they never ventured to far away from eachother.

It was hard to believe how much your dragons had grown since you were young.

Dragons were only born to males in the Tatsuya family, that was the rule. So when your father's dragon birthed three eggs, your parents were so excited to welcome a son into the world. Not only was this son craved for, he would have three dragons at his side. The Tatsuya family could finally challenge the Gojo family once more. All of those dreams were shattered when you were born, the girl that wasn't wanted.

That was when your parents decided to marry you off to the Gojo's. If you couldn't lead their family maybe you could birth them an heir with the Gojo prodigy.

Your delicate fingers gripped Cyrax's spines as the anger pulsed through your core. Who could 'sell' their only daughter?

Well you were going to prove them wrong. Not only would you become one of the greatest female sorcerer's alive but you were not going to marry Satoru Gojo.

How ironic that you'd fallen for your proposed husband's best friend.

You folded your arms stroppily "I so do not have cooties! I wouldn't want to do a kiss on you anyway. Boys stink!"

"So it's settled then? Satoru and Y/n will marry in their adulthood. Any children they have will bare the house name Gojo" Haru grinned at your parents who were looking at eachother for agreement.

"Yes but the child will have Tatsuya branding, as all of our children do. We expect our families to come together as one". Your father held out his hand to Haru who eagerly extended his and their palms clasped together firmly.

"Let's hope that their offspring delivers what we desire, the ultimate sorcerer. Capable of Limitless, Six Eyes, Elemental Manipulation and an infernal drake at their side. The child would be unstoppable, a testament to our two great clans".

The two couples turned to face you and Satoru, panic suddenly washing over their faces.

Satoru was laughing maniacally as you wrapped his body in a blazing hot inferno. None of the flames could touch him of course but that wouldn't stop you from trying.

"Your such a big dummy!" You screeched, launching yourself at him in anger.

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"So yeah, that's how it went! She's still a dummy now" Satoru winked over at you from across the table. You gritted your teeth in annoyance but held your tongue. You knew better than to play him at his own game, he'd be more frustrated at no reaction at all. Shoko raised her eyebrow at him. "I'm surprised she didn't do more than try to set you on fire Satoru, she must of had some restraint.. even as a kid".

You grinned smugly at Shoko's remark, she always had your back. Gojo had no chance.

Ten years on and many things had changed. Your mother had passed away a few years after your meeting with the Gojo family, this left your father as your sole guardian. He continued to be mostly absent so you relied heavily on your grandfather and the friendships you'd built up over the years.

You were sent to study at Jujutsu High when you turned sixteen. There you'd made your own little family, they were your home.

You sat in the lunch hall, lazily slumped on the wooden bench that had been squashed against the wall. The usual gang surrounded you.

Kento and Yu sat to your left having a casual discussion, you weren't interested enough to pay attention to the topic. Directly in front of you sat Mei and Utahime. Gojo and Shoko sat perched at the corner of the table chatting loudly together.

You picked idly at the wet lettuce hanging out of your sandwich, it was obvious to everyone your mind was elsewhere.

A loud bang of a door opening echoed across the room making most of the students turn their heads in the direction of the sound.

Your head instantly perked up at the noise, eyes eagerly anticipating who it could be. As soon as your crimson orbs met his your whole demeanor changed. Jumping up out of your seat you clambered over Nanami and Haibara. "Jeez Y/n watch it!" Yu moaned whilst brushing the water off of his jacket that you'd managed to knock over him in the process.

Once you'd completed the friend obstacle course nothing was in your way. You bounded over to the male and buried your face into his chest. The scent of cinnamon filled your senses, it always reminded you of freshly baked pretzels. Perfectly plump and brown, drizzled with thick white icing and sprinkled with spicy sugar.

You felt fingers grazing your cheek, caressing it before slipping through your ivory locks. Another hand cupped your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze, lovingly placing a soft peck on your pink lips. You snuzzled in closer and whispered..

"Suguru, I've missed you"