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nerdjo as your lab partner

first time meeting toji at a party

switched bodies with gojo satoru one two

the girl is mine w tojikuna

teen!megumi gets advice from his parents because he wants to have a relationship like theirs but with you

fluff! reader and megumi are 16 years old and are good friends, toji and mamaguro are megumi’s parents, yuji and nobara mentioned

you, megumi, yuji, and nobara are scattered around the dining room table of megumi’s house. you’re all studying together for an important math test. you’re sat next to nobara and opposite of you is megumi. clearly between the 4, only you and megumi seem actually focused and determined to finish studying today, while nobara and yuji had been fooling around and bickering every 5 minutes even about a simple question.

after a finally good amount of quiet time and work done, megumi’s mom comes in with a fresh plate of baked cookies. she smiles and sets it down in the middle of the table, “so sorry to interrupt you guys! but i know you’re working hard so have some cookies! i’ll get you some milk too,”

“woah, thanks so much mrs fushiguro, you’re too kind,” yuji gleams.

she only laughs in return and says it’s no trouble for her sons good friends and she returns to the kitchen to get milk. you grab a piece and munch on it with one hand and your other back to writing equations. mamaguro comes back with 4 glasses of milk and some napkins. she sets it down before wishing you all a goodluck for the rest of the study session.

but just as she was about to leave, megumi’s dad suddenly comes in. it’s hard not to notice his large bulky figure. he stands next to his wife and observes all your books and papers scattered everywhere while his hand snakes around his wife’s waist.

“you kids working hard?” he questions, there’s no threat in his tone, just a concerned father.

“yea we are dad, you two can leave now, we’re all busy,” megumi quickly replies, embarrassed both his parents are here now in front of his friends.

you only giggle and nod and grab a glass of milk.

“yes we are mr fushiguro! don’t worry about megumi i’m here to help him,” yuji says.

nobara was quick to reply at his last sentence, “you helping megumi? from the last 2 hours i’ve seen it was megumi helping you! you don’t even know the difference between parallel and perpendicular!”

“what?! hey! i do too,” he argues back.

you giggle at the scene and megumi puts his head down in embarrassment.

his parents laugh at you all being silly teenagers.

“well thanks for being good friends to our son, we appreciate it,” mamaguro says while leaning her head on toji’s shoulder as he pulls her closer.

you coo at the scene, you love a happy, loving couple. and knowing mamaguro and toji has been so nice to you, you absolutely adore their marriage. nobara joins in giggling at it, “ugh! i wish i had a handsome loving husband too like your parents megumi! it’s so cute…”

you wholeheartedly agree. “i agree! it must be so nice to have a husband who loves you and cherishes you,” you swoon at the thought of it, you’re just a teenager, a girl who wants pure love like most young girls dream of.

“you’ll find yourself a fine man one day girl, just be you and don’t be stupid. don’t pick the wrong man,” toji says before leaving the place and to the living room. mamaguro smiles and agrees, she tells you to not let any man break your heart, the right one always comes at the right time even when you least expect it.

you sigh and continue with your work, you could only dream of a marriage like that. you would have to wait til you’re older too to even find a boyfriend first before thinking about getting married. what you didn’t notice was the way megumi’s eyes soften when you sighed. he looked down on his paper in front of him, he imagined a marriage like that too, but with you. he knew he was too young for marriage but he knew that if he had you to himself, he’d treat you like royalty. he’d treat you just like how married couples would do, like his parents.

but he would never say it out loud. he always felt the need to keep these things in, unknown to the rest of the world until he dies. but did he really want to die alone? and never explain how he feels with you, to you. he feels his heart start to hurt and break with the thought of you betrothed to another if chose to never speak. he shakes his head and tries to focus on his work.

that night after you all left and he’s had his dinner. megumi is alone in his room now, on the bed staring into space. his mind starts to wander back to what he was thinking earlier today. he likes you so much he feels he needs to speak. but he doesn’t know how. his only solution? he goes to speak to his parents.

megumi walks to the living room, it’s dim and the only light source is from the tv. on the couch sits his mom and his dad, cuddled together. mamaguro notices him and calls him over to sit next to her.

“can’t sleep dear?” she asks and pats the space next to her.

“no… i’ve been thinking about things..” he starts quietly.

“school troubles? you can always tell me,” she reaches and strokes his head gently.

megumi stays quiet for a moment before facing her and toji, who’s still only paying attention to the tv.

“how… how can i tell someone i like that i like them..?” he says while looking away, embarrassed by the sudden question.

that grabs toji’s attention and he looks at him with curiosity now.

“you like someone? who?” he asks.

“is it a girl? is it y/n?” mamaguro questions now.

the sudden mention of your name makes him look down and avoid his parents gaze. heat creeps up his neck as the room suddenly starts to feel warm.

“it must be. i know that look, cute kind of love. you got a crush on her?” toji smirks.

“don’t pressure him too much!” mamaguro scolds toji, “dear, i think she likes you too honestly. you just have to be honest, girls like it when you’re direct and honest with your feelings,” she advises.

“nah you got it wrong, you can be direct but don’t be too direct. play hard to get a little that’s how you know if she’s not faking it or what,” toji adds.

“what are you saying? this is not a college frat love! they’re young and they’ve known each other since middle school. if anything, i’m sure she definitely likes you back. don’t play hard to get, you don’t have to make it overly romantic too, just simple and honest, that’s it,” mamaguro is great with advices, megumi’s glad to have a great mom.

“yeayea, listen. to get a girl, you just gotta be brave, okay? don’t get shy and say “i dont know” or whatever, be firm and brave,” finally some good advice.

“okay… thanks mom, dad. i’ll try my best,” megumi says softly before retreating back to his room. he lays down on his bed, closing his eyes but not yet falling asleep.

megumi recalls back whatever his parents had said and grumbles at the thought of trying to confess even though he really wants to. he sits up and reaches for a notebook, starts scribbling down attempts of confessions, possible word choices and feelings. but it’s all futile. what is he going to say to confess to you?

a/n: not proofread! sorry it’s not that good, honestly this is just a filler

toji and sukuna both want you

"the doggone girl is mine" "no she's mine"

you honestly didn't know how you ended up in this situation. it was going well, being in a big friend group meant the hangouts will always be loud, extra and more fun. your group of friends had a good mix of boys and girl, and everyone got along well. you didn't know when all this really started but the signs started becoming more obvious even to someone as oblivious as you when everytime you tried to hangout with toji, sukuna would suddenly tag along, even when your plans with him were made in secret.

it was also obvious to everyone else in the group that the two definitely had a thing for you. you really tried ignoring and brushing it off, hoping they both would keep it just between themselves and leave you to not pick sides, but it was really hard when they're both constantly at your beck and call. every errand you run on your own, down by the mall finding new tops for a girls night, you'd suddenly see sukuna shopping for shoes in the store next door, "surprised" to see you. then he'd claim to accompany you to hold all your shopping bags and treat you to a caramel macchiato.

he'd drop you off not before pulling you in for a hug just as toji leaves his home that's next to yours, probably going out to the gym. toji doesn't miss the side eye and small smirk sukuna gives him. he scoffs before acknowledging you, complimenting your outfit.

toji's no better than sukuna. purposely heading out the same time as you in nothing more than a black compression shirt with grey sweats and his gym bag. he talks to you, questioning your plans for the day. you tell him you're going to the supermarket to do some grocery shopping, then you're going to get your nails done with utahime, then go to the nearby art store to pick up some oil pastels. half the things you say doesn't register in his brain because he thinks you're so cute in the outfit you picked for yourself today. the way you dress, and present yourself- he could look at you all day.

one day when you're lounging in the park with utahime. it's 11 pm and she pulled you out for a late night snack and chat. you both have microwaved meals from the nearby 711, drinks of your choice and chips. you laugh and giggle with her, talking about random things, reminiscing hangouts and moments. it wasn't until she asks you what's the deal with you and sukuna and toji. you feign ignorance, not wanting to delve into it. your reaction only encourages her to question you more.

"you like him?" she asks, sipping her drink.

"like who?" it's starting to feel really warm out here. should you take off your hoodie?

"both of them, unless you have a favourite,"

"they're both my good friends, i like them as my friends,"

"suit yourself. but... if you had to pick one, who would you pick?" she leans in, eager to hear your answer.

"in terms of?" you try to act dumb.

"cmon you're not that dumb. as a boyfriend of course,"

you never really stopped to think about having either of them as a boyfriend. they both are equally as good at being good partners despite having their cons. you think about sukuna, he would treat you well in the quietest ways. he gives the quiet kind of love, things like secretly knowing your favourite food, covering the edge of the desk when you bend down to pick something up not wanting you to hurt yourself. you could see yourself being with him, you know he'd treat you right considering how he even treats you now.

then, your mind shifts to toji. he's more bold but he'll be really nonchalant about it. he had a few previous girlfriends and hearing stories that go around, he's actually capable of being a good boyfriend, helping with house chores, caring for your wellbeing, not to mention the rumours of how good he is in bed.

you suddenly blush at the thought of all of it. feeling hot all over your body, extra stuffy in your hoodie. utahime notices.

"oooh you're blushingggg, who did you think of? i guess sukuna, he's always got a soft spot for you," she giggles.

shaking your head and swiftly taking a sip of your drink trying to calm your thoughts.

"you didn't deny, so i'm guessing sukuna?" she questions again.

"i'm not answering that, it's neither. i can't think straight right now okay?" you quickly interject.

she only giggles before finishing her meal and continue rambling about something else. back in your dorm, you're in your bed staring at the ceiling, your mind keeps going back to the conversation you had with utahime. you knew at this point they both definitely had something for you, utahime made it super clear it wasn't anything casual. they both wanted you, but they both won't do anything more than try to pursue you, worried to accidentally scare you away.

it's thursday. you're getting ready for another hangout your friend group had planned for today. the plan was simple, relax at satoru's place first, play a few games then head out for lunch, then over to a nearby carnival to play more games, ride rollercoasters, all that fun carnival stuff. you were excited, happy to spend more time with your friends. but you knew sukuna and toji were going to be there so you can only imagine the awkwardness of them trying to pull you for themselves. you made a mental note you're only going to stick with satoru throughout the day. that should help you through today.

you arrive satoru's place, he opens the door letting you in with a hug. you return the hug and scan the room. everyone's here except shoko and geto. you see toji spread out on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. in the kitchen, sukuna's rummaging through satoru's fridge. they both haven't noticed your presence yet.

the doorbell suddenly rings and the door opens again to reveal shoko and suguru. just as they enter, utahime appears from the apartments hallways following behind shoko and suguru. looks like everyones here. their arrival finally catches the attention of sukuna and toji, their eyes only immediately landing on you. everyone gathers around the living room, you're sat in the middle of the couch, to your right is satoru and he's busy rambling about something. to your left, is left open and you could see toji and sukuna secretly fight for the spot beside you.

unfortunately for sukuna, toji was quicker to take the seat next to you, his legs brushing against yours, he's really close to you to the point you can smell his manly cologne. sukuna quietly grumbles. but he's not about to let that slide. he suddenly moves to your right side where satoru sat, he grabs satoru's shoulders, making him stand up and moves him aside to take his seat to your right. so now you're sat in between them.

sukuna moves closer to you too, you're almost crushed between the two large men. satoru is quick to complain and pouts at the sudden action. but he's immediately happy again when suguru offers a seat next to him, nearer to the plate of pastries he bought. you could feel the heat radiating from both the men. you only look straight ahead at the television, trying to focus on the movie that's playing. you notice utahime and shoko in the other corner, giggling at your predicament. you ignore them both, keeping a straight face.

you made a mental note to only keep your mouth shut and not speak to either of them. they both made you nervous and you really didn't know how to get out of this situation. it was silent for a while, chatters only came from everyone else but the three of you on the couch. toji's lazily watching the movie with you, while sukuna is glued to his phone, nonchalantly scrolling.

"why're the three of you so quiet? it's weird..." satoru says, stuffing a cream puff into his mouth.

toji merely huffs in response while sukuna grumbles.

"tough crowd. if i were you, i'd be all over the beautiful maiden that's literally right there next to you- or better in between you," satoru says. suguru elbows him, a sign for him to shut up.

you only look down, hands fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

"i'd like to talk to my maiden, if only this prick would just move away," it was sukuna who spoke now. clearly referring to toji as the prick, and you as the maiden.

toji clicks his tongue in response to that, "you talking bout me?"

"clearly. could you make some space for y/n? you're taking up the whole damn couch, she can't even lean her head back on the couch," sukuna retorts.

"sure it ain't you taking space? y/n, you can lean on me if you wanna rest your head, s'fine," toji directs his statement to you.

you don't know where to look. satoru, suguru, shoko, and utahime only watch in silence.

"y/n, you can move closer to me instead if you don't want to sit next to him, " sukuna speaks now, suddenly sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. your face heats up at that.

that also causes toji to rise from leaning back on the couch. he grabs your arm gently tugging you closer to him instead.

"quit pulling her round like you own her," he's tugging you closer to him now which causes you to almost fall into his lap.

sukuna sees that, grabbing your other arm copying toji, tugging you back to him. "you're doing the same thing idiot, let her go,"

"you let go first," and you're back to toji again.

"what's your deal dude? leave y/n alone," back to sukuna. honestly you're getting dizzy being swayed left to right over and over again.

"you leave y/n alone," toji retorts. seriously is nobody gonna stop them and ask for your input instead?

the two men are grumbling at each other, still gripping onto you.

"y/n doesn't want you, idiot. just let go," sukuna snaps back.

"you don't know that, she might want me and not you dipshit,"

they continue bickering back and forth, your head spins from the tension, you're too blanked out to say anything so you just let it happen. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want them both anyway, you're right where you want to be.

it wasn't until finally utahime steps in, yelling at them to stop. "quit it the both of you! y/n doesn't want either of you, let her go already," that finally stops the both of them from bickering finally letting you go.

"how about try asking y/n instead, surely her opinion matters the most, y/n, who do you want: toji or sukuna?" shoko questions.

everyone now turns to you, curious eyes, desperate for an answer. especially toji and sukuna. you dip back into the couch out of embarrassment, before letting out a quiet,

"both?"

a/n: my never ending projection for tojikuna x me

real qn is who's paul and who's michael iykyk

part 1 here

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day 1

meeting the first years as gojo isn’t as simple as it seems. today, you have to go through a training session with the first years, then go to a meeting with the higher ups, discuss some matters with shoko and principal yaga, then train with the second years, then head to another part of tokyo to assess the area because of recent reports of a special grade curse, then finally go home but you’ve got paperwork to do.

at least there was no fighting involved, you’re not sure you know how to handle fights as the strongest yet. after a quick run through in your head of how you were going to get about today, and rest of the 7 days, you finally reach and spot the first years, yuji, megumi, and nobara.

“sensei! you’re finally here we’ve been waiting for so long, kugisaki said she was about to go shopping instead!” yuji exclaims.

“sorry! got caught up with some things. so for todays agenda… a new training technique to help strengthen your own skills,” okay, good start as gojo.

but instead of a response all you get is dead silence and an eerie stare from all of them. you were confused and worried now, did they see through you? you were snapped out of your thoughts when nobara spoke,

“sensei… why are you so weird today… did you hit your head?”

is it really that hard to feign satoru gojo? you cleared your throat. “aha! maybe.. but let’s not focus on me. we’ve a lot to do for training today!” you exclaimed, mimicking a normal satoru.

“right… sensei! please don’t pair me with this idiot itadori! it’s useless training with him, he’s all punch and kick,” nobara scoffed, crossing her arms.

“hey! the punches and kicks are tactical and useful okay!” yuji retorts back.

okay. okay. this is part of working with first years, you gotta match their energy!

“haha! yuji is right but, don’t worry. we’ll be rotating partners so each of you get a chance to train with each other,”

“sensei, you are SO weird right now… but it’s ok we still accept you,” yuji clings to megumi for some reason.

you sigh, it’s really hard being gojo satoru. you ignore the rest of their comments about how weird their teacher is acting, and commence their training session anyway. it goes by smoothly, you give pointers and tips to each of them, all while mimicking how gojo would do it. you also pester megumi as much as you can, just like how gojo would do the same. you felt off trying to copy how gojo would disturb megumi, even megumi felt it was odd. he would probably freak out if he knew his teacher, and father figure, was actually his other teacher pretending to be him.

now, across the field is nobara and yuji sparring. fairly of course. they both bicker as usual but continue to fight anyway. beside you, megumi sits quietly by the steps sipping on his water. you cross your arms and look ahead you, through the blindfold of course. it was still hard to get around in a blindfold but it’s definitely way better than the sunglasses.

it wasn’t until megumi quietly stands up, still facing the two on the field sparring. “what’s going on with you?” megumi mumbles.

you turn your head to him. “hm? nothings wrong! what, you worried bout me?” you smile, again trying to mimic gojo.

“you’re extra weird today. is it because of y/n sensei?” he’s still as nonchalant as ever.

“ah.. no. what’s wrong with y/n? she’s a great teacher and person. why do you ask?” you feign ignorance.

“hm, nothing.” he looks away quietly.

you don’t say anything more but pat him on the back. megumi grumbles at that and it’s back to training again.

you continue your day, pretending to be gojo, doing gojo duties. you have to admit, it’s only 3 pm and you’re already exhausted. it was now time for the meeting with the higher ups. you were nervous, as you'd only ever had met them once in your career as a jujutsu teacher, and those times you've met them, they only spoke to you about trivial matters. but now, you're going in as satoru. so, it must be important and you must be professional. but you knew how much he hated the higher ups. so, you will try your best to be neutral yet staying in character again.

you're surrounded by the higher ups, hidden behind those eerie doors. your stance is natural, hiding nervousness. they spoke to you with harsh and stern tones, probably how they usually talk to gojo, knowing he always retorts back with a snarky comment. it was going well honestly, only until they brought up the topic of itadori yuji's execution once again. to you, itadori yuji was kind hearted and free spirited boy. he didn't deserve this outcome the higher ups had for him. you agree with gojo wholeheartedly that the boy deserves his freedom and youth.

sharing the mutual feeling of it with gojo, you naturally snap back at the higher ups for their talk was always all bark and no bite. you threatened to kill them, and while it was something gojo would do, the threat had came from your soul. irritated, you walked out of that place dismissing anything else they had to say. that was probably the realest gojo moment you had today. but all in all, the stress as the strongest is really taking its toll on you. while half of the day has passed, you still hadn't have time to figure out how you were confess to break this curse.

you quietly walk to your next task of the day, meeting shoko. you sighed wearily, it really was tiring. all with the major headache you feel at the back of your head and the strain in your eyes. then, a notification pops up.

y/n: hows everything today? doing okay?

satoru: tiring but i'm managing it. hows everything for you?

y/n: it's fine here, everythings gone fairly smoothly. it was weird meeting utahime and her being all clingy tho, but she still didn't suspect a thing lol

satoru: you must be doing good as me then,, it's kind of hard acting as you. almost everyone saw right through me

y/n: what can i say, i'm one of a kind hehehe

you giggled quietly. he really is one of a kind, a special kind that you wanted to keep for yourself. you honestly don't know why you couldn't just confess normally anyway, even before being hit by this curse. you felt your relationship with him is very special. with him being the strongest, when will he ever have time to think about thoughts and feelings for people, let alone you? the cost of being the strongest, is the loneliness that comes with it. and you always felt you could help him through it, it sounds easy but going about it is so complicated. some things are just that way.

he's complained to you about the it, the cons of it but never too much to burden you with his troubles as the strongest. you brought up the question to him once, in a film you saw, "is it better to speak or to die?" he thought for a moment, "to speak, speaking goes a long way," you look at him, "so would you speak?" he looks away, "i would,"

yet he never did. the weight of the world was always on his shoulders. though you were in his body now, your soul will still never fully understand the burden of being gojo satoru. your phone lights up again,

y/n: wanna meet tonight?

satoru: what for? and specify tonight, got a lot of work to finish

y/n: spoken like the true strongest haha

just meet me tonight after hours, let's chat for a bit.

satoru: fine, make it quick. i'm tired

y/n: i know, i'm sorry i cant do much to help. you dont deserve the weight of the world on your shoulders

satoru: you don't either

y/n: nothing much i can do about that unfortunately :)

something about reading your name say that makes you feel guilty again. you slip the phone in your pocket and head to meet shoko.

it's now 10:47 pm. you're sat on your desk in your room (satoru's room). you're reading some useless things about the school and reports. it was just report after report. after an eventful day of doing the most, you still could not rest once you're back in your safe place. rubbing your tired and sore eyes, you check the time again. 10:48 pm. you still haven't had time to figure out a confession. what would happen if you were rejected? would the curse still break? the door suddenly knocks which catches your attention. tiredly standing to answer the door, you remove the blindfold as well. tired of having a black cloth block your vision.

you open the door to see yourself standing there, dressed in comfortable clothing. realising that, you look down and noticed you're still in gojo's uniform. a little disheveled but it was clearly due to your busy schedule today. he looks at you and smiles softly, almost apologetically.

"i figured you're still awake,"

"yeah, still not done for the day unfortunately. and the days almost ending too," you let him in and shut the door.

"cost of being the strongest i'd say. i brought you food, you must be hungry. eat more, with that body you gotta maintain," he hands you a packed meal.

even with himself, he could still make jokes yet care for himself. you take the meal from him, quietly thanking him and sat down to start eating. it was a much needed meal for sure. satoru sits opposite of you, he watches you or himself eat for a moment before he speaks.

"how was your day?"

"tiring, i knew being you was tiring but not this tiring. i feel like shit. funny considering i'm in the body of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu society," you take another bite of your meal.

"you'll get used to it," he leans his head onto his hand, still watching you.

"i really don't want to, but honestly, i don't mind doing it if it's for you," you suddenly confessed. could that be a subtle confession? would this break the curse?

"oh wow, i'm touched. but sorry, no can do sweets, it's too much for an angel like you to handle," he charms back. was it a genuine statement?

suddenly feeling bold, you reply, "no i mean it though, you might be used to it but, i can't fathom the fact that someone i care for dearly endures this daily. all this troubles and burdens, how can an angelface like you deserve these struggles? it's a little cruel to leave it to one person alone,"

a good and slow start to a confession. maybe this'll even the playing field, the curse will break in no time. you look up to see satoru actually in disbelief for once. it seems like no one has confessed such words to him before. you feel a little hopeful, you had to admit too, the words you said were genuine and from your heart. but, seeing as it is, it still isn't enough to break the curse.

he clears his throat before shooting a reply, "i appreciate your concerns and words. really i do, this is why i'm thankful for you. you're too good for me," he smiles genuinely.

you felt that he's got it the other way round. truly, you felt nobody else deserved him, he's too good for this. he deserves the best for him. you realise that even more now. it's going to take a lot more in you to make the ultimate confession to understand that this curse meant that it's always better to speak, for the truth will always set you free.

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writing this knowing damn well i always choose to die, the music rotation for when i wrote this made me so emotional

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part 2 here

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you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment which triggered the current situation you are in now. it happened too quickly but too late to confirm. all you remembered was you were fighting and exorcising a grade 1 curse, and it went fairly well, a bit of trouble but nothing too serious. you were a grade 1 sorcerer so it shouldn’t be too much trouble for you.

the curse you fought seemed like it had a hidden ability which only took you the following 3 days to finally comprehend. it had said,

“what is yours, yet another must wear?

what is hidden, yet only spoken can repair?

count seven dawns before fate decides.

reveal the secret your heart denies,

or remain forever in another’s guise.”

your luck might be the worse of all. it had simply meant that you were now stuck in the physical body of gojo satoru, and the only way to undo this curse, is to confess your hidden love for him that has been kept secret for 14 years. the morning you finally understood what that curse meant, all you remembered was passing out, then waking up to a major headache and seeing your surroundings in extreme atomic details. it was a pain to see energy almost everywhere at such an alarming rate.

at first you thought it might’ve been the effects of the curse, the post-fight effects were normal but when you slipped out of bed, still groggy and tired (extra tired), you suddenly noticed how close your head was to the ceiling. since when did you get so tall? looking down, your body is suddenly so fit? feeling something between your thighs, seeing your extra fair and bony fingers, you rushed to a nearby mirror only to be struck by a face you’d blush seeing everyday.

this must be a dream.

you did everything you could to snap out of it, it truly must be a dream! no way you’re suddenly gojo satoru, this must be a nightmare. you tried going back to sleep only to be woken by a text notification from your (his) phone.

y/n: i can’t tell if i’m tripping but i feel like gojo but im looking in the mirror rn i’m y/n

satoru: oh my god

so it was definitely real.

y/n: what the hell is happening???

satoru: i don’t know, i’m panicking tho, i know for sure i’m y/n but why am i you?????

y/n: oh shit. so it’s really real? i’m in you?!?

satoru: satoru, don’t say it like that

y/n: well how else am i supposed to say it? how could this have happened?

satoru: i might have an idea… we should meet, explaining it thru text is too much to handle

y/n: okay, let’s meet in the office

satoru: 👍

getting out of bed once more, you head to the bathroom to take a shower- oh, this might be weird. but you couldn’t leave and meet others and maybe leave a bad impression for gojo… you’ll just close your eyes, you’ll have to make do. a quick but thorough shower, you picked out his usual uniform, trying to smoothen down your hair more and headed out.

the moment you stepped out you felt your headache start to spread and hurt more along with your eyes. is this what satoru has to endure daily? no wonder he wears a blindfold. you quickly head back inside to look for the blindfold or sunglasses. you opted for his sunglasses since you felt worried you’d look stupid walking around with a blindfold. it is your first time being satoru gojo. naturally, you’re nervous.

bringing the blindfold with you anyways, you quickly headed to the meeting spot where you spot yourself, sitting at a table, sipping on coffee. it was weird to see yourself act like a normal human being but you know that’s satoru anyways. he spots you walking over and smiles.

“great! you’re here- or i’m here, that’s so weird looking at me as me…” he started, setting the coffee cup down.

“i thought you don’t drink coffee,” you say down opposite of him, adjusting the sunglasses. it was pitch black yet you could still see the energy of everything around you, it truly was a pain.

“i don’t but, i think your body was craving it so decided to get it anyway. so what’s happening? this is weird but i’m not complaining,” he laughed.

is that really what you look like when you laugh? “well, i think it might’ve been because of a curse i found a few days ago. it spoke to me and told me something riddle-y weird but i didn’t understand it. i thought about it only yesterday and i think i finally understood what it meant,”

“oh? do tell,”

wait. you can’t tell satoru that this curse basically activated because you’re actually in love with him, it’s embarrassing. but you can’t stay in his body forever, it’s too hard to manage. maybe you’ll improvise a bit. you do have 7 days before this curse becomes permanent, you’ll figure something out then.

“it said something about, we have 7 days to figure out how to break this curse. but we switched bodies because we’re kind of close so we should be able to figure it out. if we don’t, we’ll be stuck like this forever,”

“hmm seems so simple, there must be a catch to it.”

damn gojo for being so smart.

“right, it’s fine. we have 7 more days, i’ll try figure something out but meanwhile we have.. each others lives to get through,”

“oh right, didn’t think about that. i’m also assuming, this curse doesn’t want anyone else to know but us. so we must make it seem like it’s normal. do you think you can handle my tasks for 7 days?” he asks, picking up the cup of coffee again.

“i’m not sure but, i think i can manage. i’ll send you my tasks and work to do for the days, it should be relatively easy for you,” you adjust the sunglasses once more again.

he notices and senses the slight discomfort of them. “you find them uncomfortable? just wear the blindfold it helps a little better. sorry, it must be hard for you to take it all in at once,” he looked apologetic. it’s not his fault he was born with the six eyes and it’s not his fault either that you have to endure it.

“it’s fine, i can manage it but i just feel a little stupid walking around with a blindfold. what if i run into something without seeing?” you took out the blindfold from your pocket.

he laughs before saying, “so you do think i look stupid with a blindfold on, i’m hurt. but it’ll help a lot more. i don’t want you to strain your eyes and get even more tired,” he reaches for the blindfold and carefully removes the sunglasses and helps you put it on.

sliding the black blindfold nicely on your eyes. it feels tight but he was right, it does help a little better. you can still see the energy and flow of mass and density around you, but it doesn’t feel that heavy now.

“there, looks good. it’s almost 9, you’re supposed to meet the first years at the training grounds. i’ll text you the details. y/n, if anything gets too hard to handle, tell me.” he says before standing up and grabbing the empty cup.

“oh.. right, of course. thanks satoru. i’ll figure this out okay,” you finally say.

“try and act more like me when you meet them yeah? i think they’ll be weirded out seeing a quiet and shy teacher,” he laughs again before heading off with a wave.

and so it begins.

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you were those lucky people who had a loving and healthy relationship. going strong for 3 years already, your boyfriend has been nothing but loving and sweet to you. you love him with your every being, and felt truly lucky you didn’t have to worry about finding the love of your life because he is the love of your life.

or so you thought.

on a random tuesday evening. you had texted your boyfriend about the party you had been invited to. he told you he’d meet you there, claiming he needed to meet his buddies to discuss something. you didn’t mind, you knew your boyfriend and his friends well enough to show up to the party alone.

that being said, you took a cab over to the party and stepped out, immediately breathing in the smell of alcohol and funk. it was a frat party after all. you headed inside, squeezing past the bodies of people dancing. music blasting through the house and chattering all over the room. you wanted to find your boyfriend first, before settling in and getting a drink.

it was hard to spot him, it was so crowded even the stairs were filled. you checked your phone, no reply. not even seen by him yet. you shrugged and leave it. maybe he got caught up with his friends. it’s fine, you knew how to party well enough on your own. you headed down the hallways past the bedrooms, reaching to the lower ground floor bathroom.

you opened the door assuming it was empty and there was him, your boyfriend, laying his hands on another girl. she had her hands in his hair while he kissed her, not noticing you. your eyes went wide, your hands over your mouth like you had witnessed a crime. nothing came out of your mouth but the girl did notice you and smirked. your boyfriend finally noticed you, his lips parted from hers. it was clear he was drunk. well, no turning back now. once a cheater, forever a cheater.

you slammed the door and turned your back to it. eyes watering while looking down at your shoes. you felt stupid. 3 years down the drain. you should just leave, you thought. without thinking, your feet stepped forward and before you could reach the start of the hallway, you bumped into a hard chest.

you winced which caused you to blink your eyes and the tears to fall. you looked up through blurry vision and could only make out a large figure, black hair, green eyes and a prominent scar on the lips.

“sorry, i didn’t see where i was going,” you managed through your tears.

“woah doll, don’t tell me you hit your head too hard and now you’re cryin,” he cleared his throat and spoke loud enough for you to hear through the loud music.

you shook your head, looking down again too embarrassed to say that you were actually crying because your boyfriend of 3 years just cheated on you like you were nothing. all you could make out was another quiet apology before stepping aside to head out. he stopped you, wanting to make sure you’re okay. it was a party for gods sake, who cries their eyes out at a party of a lifetime?

“you good doll? want to talk about what happened?” he held your shoulders, pinning you down to your spot. almost forcing you to look at him.

“m’fine, just wanna go home,” you spoke so quietly, barely above a whisper.

“nah cmon, tell me. maybe i can help,” who is this man and why is he so persistent to know what happened to you?

he led you to a room, practically dragging your hand through the crowd, and up a flight of stairs then to a room. it was dimly lit, black bedsheets and minimalistic decoration, a few dumbbells on the ground and a study table. must be his room? he sat you down on the bed while he dragged the study chair out and sat in front of you. you gently wiped your tears, still not looking at him but at the hem of your clothes.

“so, what’s got you crying so much?” he crossed his arms, looking at you.

“uh… my boyfriend… he was kissing another girl,” you whispered, too heartbroken to speak properly.

“(guy name)? yeah he’s an ass. he’s been cheating on you for 3 years already yknow,” what? what is he saying? who is this man?

“huh? you know him? how?” that suddenly made you look up at him, eyes searching for answers and your hands now clenching the bedsheets.

“he’s been coming over here for a while, friends with choso. choso’s one of my frat brothers. all the parties we held, he’s always been here with another girl. and it’s been going on for 3 years already sweetheart.” he observed your reaction to hearing this news, eyes scrutinizing the way your lips tremble and your eyebrows furrowed.

“we’ve been together for 3 years…” you quietly say.

he merely hums and readjusts his position. he looks up at you and sees your eyes water again. “s’fine doll, just cry if you want. i won’t judge,”

you took those words and cried your heart out. your hands covered your face, embarrassed to cry in front of a stranger. a stranger, right. you didn’t even know this man.

through your sniffles, “who are you anyway? like… what’s your name, why do you care so much for me?”

“i’m toji, i’m part of this frat and i know that this was bound to happen anyways so… just wanted to help you i guess,” he says, standing up now to sit by your side. your thighs touching.

how thoughtful for a stranger, knew this was going to happen one day and still managed to try comfort you. you sniffle and cry more before he puts an arm around you, bringing you closer. you lean on him, embracing the comfort of his arms and warmth. you didn’t know anyone named toji, your now ex boyfriend didn’t mention anything about the fraternity or whatnot.

you also didn’t know that toji had actually been watching you from a distance. he’s seen you on campus, in the library when you study or when you sit in the cafeteria and munch on snacks. he knew about your now ex boyfriend and thought he was a piece of shit anyways who clearly didn’t deserve a sweet angel like you. he’s been waiting for this day for you to realise you don’t need a pathetic man like your ex. you just needed a big man like toji, he’ll show you how good he can be as your boyfriend. you don’t need to waste your tears on anyone else if you were with him. soon, you’ll realise it.

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but he has a crush on you…

you’re the adenine to my thymine, the guanine to my cytosine

nerdjo as your lab partner is like basically winning the lottery because he knows almost everything so it was really easy for you, even through long 4 hour experiments, you hadn’t struggled once since you have him to guide you through it.

nerdjo as your lab partner, who always asks if you understand the material and if you want an explanation because he’s definitely more than happy to do so, just so he can talk to you.

nerdjo as your lab partner, he enjoys every session and every minute of the 4 hours of partner work because he likes being close to you, and having you as his partner.

nerdjo as your lab partner always carries an extra hairtie and clips ‘just in case’ for you when you forgot to bring your makeup pouch today as you were in a rush.

nerdjo as your lab partner always sends you his personal, detailed and neat notes of the material needed for the test to you, he says “i don’t want you to fail, you’re my lab partner,” he can’t let you fail after going through so much in a term.

nerdjo as your lab partner, finally gathers the courage to ask you to a study date session to go over the compiled data over the weeks for the project. to which you say yes, you’re grateful for all his help in this, so you bring him a treat when you meet him in the study room.

nerdjo as your lab partner, who you learn has a sweet tooth, was surprised to receive a pastry from you. he munched on it happily before saying he’ll get you a treat next time. next time? oh so there will be more meetups in the future…

nerdjo as your lab partner, after multiple continuous sessions, you both feel more acquainted with each other. you both start hanging out more at his dorm, for all his notes and books are there so it’s easy access for you to study comfortably.

nerdjo as your lab partner, who now becomes your bestfriend. you both do everything together. going for lunch, walking to classes, shopping on the weekends, going to science conventions. you enjoy every moment with him because he’s funny and naturally charming. not to mention smart (and handsome too). you’re lucky to have him.

nerdjo as your bestfriend could say the same about you. before being assigned as lab partners, he had his eye on you ever since you walked into the class. he sat a few seats behind you in the lecture hall. he could see the way you focus, the way you write, the way you take a short nap with your head on the desk.

he’s liked you since the beginning. you can’t imagine how happy he must’ve been when he was assigned as your lab partner. he talked geto’s ear off about how he gets to be in your proximity much more now and better yet, even have conversations with you.

but he never would actually confess to you, too scared to ruin your precious relationship. he’s heartbroken but, for the sake of you, he’ll get through it.

it wasn’t until one day you dragged him to a party, hosted by the fraternity. shoko invited you, and you decided to bring satoru out as an opportunity to get his head out of the books. it’s been weeks since he left his dorm, busied with studying even with the term ending.

nerdjo wasn’t too thrilled to spend his saturday night at a party, let alone hosted by the fraternity. he knew some of the frat brothers: sukuna, toji and his own bestfriend suguru. so overall, he didn’t mind coming especially since you’ll be there too.

you go and grab drinks for the both of you, while he waits in a corner, uninterested in everything happening around him. he didn’t realise suddenly how long it took for you to come back with drinks. maybe you got caught up with a friend and forgot for a moment? that’s fine, he’ll just come to you instead.

he pushes past bodies of people dancing and gyrating. he reaches the entrance of the huge kitchen, and spots you holding two cups. one must be for him. you’re talking to someone but he couldn’t see them yet. he’s still trying to get inside to the kitchen and theres people blocking his view, blocking the person you’re laughing away with.when he finally manages to squeeze in, he stops in his tracks, see you talking to another guy he doesn’t recognise. but you seem confident and comfortable with him, laughing at whatever he’s rambling about.

he feels his heart sink a bit. you never really laughed that hard at whatever he says. mainly his stupid chemistry jokes, or jokes about people in the class. that was then he realised, he was just as pathetic as a teenage boy getting their heartbroken for the first time. feeling unconfident suddenly, he steps back and heads for the door to get out. hanging his head low, with his hands in his navy blue hoodie, specs falling down to the edge of his nose but he doesn’t bother pushing it up. he drags his feet and walk back home.

the following days, he hasn’t texted you, nor seen you over the weekend or on campus until finally on thursday, it was you and nerdjo’s second last lab session together. you’re both sitting beside each other, your hands resting on the benchtop. your pens and notebook scattered on the top. beside you, nerdjo’s as quiet as a mouse, still and focused on his notebook in front of him.

none of you had spoken a word, none of you had seen each other since the party. you both were still quiet for a few more moments, as your professors voices continues to echo as background noise now, explaining about some research article. you quietly tear a piece of paper from your notebook and scribble something on it, folding it before sliding it to him.

are you okay?

he reads it, pausing for a moment before reaching for his own pen to scribble an answer back.

i’m fine

back to you again, you read and write a reply.

what happened last week? we didn’t see each other for days after the party, where did u go?

back to him.

i left, too much noise and people.

to you

oh, but u could have told me b4 u left.. i was worried when i cldnt find u

to him

yea sry, parties r not my thing.

okay, i missed u

.. u cant js write that after wht i saw at the party.

? what did u see?

u talking to that guy at the party. is he ur bf? or friend

why does it matter to u? do yk him?

no.. whatever, it’s ok forget it

it doesn’t sound ok, were u perhaps jealous?

you slid the paper to him, with a little smirk but your face still facing the front, pretending to pay attention to your professor.

he reads it, and you could see him tense up for a moment before writing,

no, i was js upset u talked to another guy when u brought ME to the party.

so u WERE jealous. cute, but to tell u the truth, that guy i was talking to, is my cousin. i ran into him there bc i didnt know he knew sukuna well. i was really sad when i cldnt find u yk.. u left me alone

upon reading what you wrote, he froze. guilt washed over him. how could he have been so silly? he quickly writes, completely ignoring that he just admitted he was jealous afterall.

oh… i didn’t know.. i’m sorry, i let the worse get to me. i just like u alot. ure very dear to me.

ure very dear to me too, u dont have to worry about anyone. i always have preferred u

he smiles to himself, folding the paper and keeping it safe in his pocket. you noticed and giggle quietly at the scene. you both couldn’t keep your smile throughout the lab session, continuing to work like nothing bad had ever happened. after lab, you both finally speak, and agree to lunch together. it was all back to normal, or even better than normal. you both knew it, and you both were happy.

the next day is a friday, the final lab session you have together. you’ll miss being in a lab with him. he was a tiptop lab partner.soon enough, your lab partner walks in, he’s already wearing his lab coat, his gloves and his safety goggles resting on his head like it’s his sunglasses.

he’s holding something in his palms, it’s flat and round. you tried to take a closer look, it’s an agar plate? he must’ve incubated some bacteria overnight and he’s just now taking it out for observation. you paid no mind to it.

he sits next to you, not saying anything as he faces the front. you give him a weird look, whats up with him today? he notices your face and smiles softly. his cheeks dusted with pink and his glasses are slightly crooked on his face.

he then hands you the agar plate with the bacteria. what, did he want you to check out his amazing streaking technique? but when you grab and look down on the plate, there it reads,

y/n, will you be my forever partner?

written and spelled out in bacteria colonies. it was a little squeezed and lopsided due to the growth of the bacteria but you can’t help but laugh when you see it. it was absolutely adorable, and a perfect scientist joke. satoru smiles when he sees you laugh so hard at the little agar plate, you nodded and eventually make out an audible ‘yes’ through your fit of laughter. you set the plate down and move to him to give him a hug, and a small, sneaky kiss on the cheek.

his glasses completely crooked from you smushing your face to his face. you both smile and you stay a little longer in the hug. the other students give you guys funny looks, but they’re too bothered by their own experiments to give a reaction. the reality of working in the lab, is you’ll see weirder things.

nerdjo being your lab partner was the perfect results for a successful experiment. there was no steps to follow, just trial and error, and after many attempts, it turned out to have the perfect standard curve. with him as once your lab partner, now your forever partner.

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hi newblog and it’s my first fic i hope you enjoy it… <3