Hi!! I'm Yuki, or Arisa!! I'm 19 years old, I go by any pronouns, and I have a passion for reading and writing!!

What you'll find here:

♡ F/O imagines

♡ Gojo imagines

I'm very busy IRL, so I can't post here everyday... Though I hope you enjoy my writings!! ^^

Your romantic F/O playing with your hair!!

You lay your head on your F/O's lap as they caress your strands. They love your hair so, so, so much! They play with it like a cat playing with yarn, and they let the texture of your strands encompass their fingers with a sort of fascination – devotion, even.

Your F/O carries so much gentleness in their hands when they touch your hair, that your eyelids can't help but start feeling heavy. Your whole body gradually relaxes and your breathing slows down.

Noticing that you're starting to feel sleepy, your F/O lowers their head until they can give your forehead a light and loving kiss, one that leaves behind a small sound of "mwah".

As you doze off, your F/O keeps on petting your head as if you were the most dear thing to them. (Spoiler: you are.)

When they look at you laying on their lap, sleeping so peacefully that you contagiated them with your lull, your F/O feels their heart beat with a complex stillness of calm that was intertwined with this overwhelming euphoria – serotonin running free and jumping with joy all around their body.

Your F/O is so happy to have you in their life that it doesn't fit in their heart – the poor organ threatens to explode with a "yippee!!' and confetti in each pulse. It's, including, at mundane moments like this that your F/O gets reminded of your preciousness, of the way you can turn minutes of silence into the happiest moments of their life.

Imagine your F/O learning new things for you...

Imagine them learning your native language in case they don't speak it. In that case, imagine them speaking your language with their accent... And you could be with them through all the process of their learning... Helping them with the pronunciations of each word and vowel, teaching the cultural expressions, teaching all the pet names!

Imagine your F/O learning to make things because they want to impress you... If they aren't familiar with cooking or baking, they will give it a try! They'll learn the recipes of your favorite meals and desserts.

If they aren't familiar with handcrafting, imagine your F/O learning to make things to gift you!

Imagine your F/O taking interest in your hobbies... If you like to draw, they will want to learn how to draw, so that you two can enjoy this activity together. Maybe your F/O doesn't notice the influence you have on them — or maybe they do and are actively enjoying to observe the effect you have on them. Or maybe they are a bit reluctant to admit to it, but even if they don't say it out loud, their actions speak for how much they love you!

Satoru loves to be called by his name. Not Gojo, not Sensei. Satoru! But not by any person, though. When you are the one doing it, it is special.

He could melt on the spot each time he heard this word coming out of your mouth, his name the most melodious in your voice, like sang poetry.

He is so in love with your voice, the way you pronounce each word, each vowel, the way you express yourself. Each tone, each volume and each pitch of your voice awakens something in him.

He felt like a spider with the way he was so sensitive to your vibrations. Satoru catched the vibration of your voice with each cell of his body as if he was the very own Spider-Man.

If he had web generation powers, he'd use his threads to wrap you in a silk cocoon. The most devious thoughts running on his mind: he'd make you say his name over and over.

"Satoru~"

"Say it again! ♡"

"Satoru!"

The albino was brought back to reality, the black of his vision turning into his classroom as he opened his eyes and pulled one side of his blindfold up, peeking his crystalline eye out. Oh, right, he was sleeping in his classroom, in his chair. You were there and didn't sound happy... Your expression wasn't one of happiness, either. He took the blindfold off, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Satoru, finally you're awake!" Satoru... You said it again. He could only focus in the way you said it... Oh, so lovely... He loved you so much. Wait, what were you saying? "Are you listening...?"

Apparently not.

"Satoru?"

Now he was.

"Yes, my love?"

Why was he smiling?! You were just telling him your concerns!

"It's five in the morning! I was so worried when you didn't return home..."

And 4 AM was his sleep time!

This crazy, insane man. He'd drive you crazy along with him — if you weren't just as crazy as him already.

Yet all he could think about was how cute and sweet it was of you to worry about him. He wished he could wrap you in that spider cocoon he was dreaming about.

Satoru instead wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body — the closest he could!

"[Name]"

"Yes?"

"[Name]~" He nuzzled his nose in your neck, burying his face in you. Oh, God, he was needy. Maybe calling your name brought him as much pleasure as hearing his name from your voice did. Maybe he was demonstrating his love by voicing and repeating your name, with the intention of making you feel as warm in the heart as he felt. Either way, he enjoyed it.

He could feel your heart skipping a beat when he called your name in a needy voice. He could feel it again when he did it again but in his groggy voice, then in his whispering voice, so close to your ear, so intimate. Oh, he had gotten addicted to feeling your vibrations, so he kept doing it. He kept wanting to pull even more reactions out of you. Did he want to give you a heart attack?!

"W-... We need to go back home!" You tried to avert the interaction to another direction, to ground him back to reality. Your mind was doing its best to come up with anything, anything to distract you from the scorching burning feeling he caused in you. Your blood vessels felt like they were going to explode! Your body felt like exploding!

"Why? Let's sleep here! It'll be a fun sleepover!"

"Satoru."

"Mmm?"

"Gojo." You deadpanned.

Satoru pouted, easing his hug on you. He looked at you, analyzing your face. Yeah, you had a point.

"Lemme think..." His eyes looked all around the room, corner by corner, as he pretended to be busting his braincells with a loud "hmmmmm". He was just being silly. "Okay..."

"Let's sleep on our bed, please..." Not on classroom chairs... Or on the classroom's cold and harsh floor. Although in his sleepover plan, Satoru was planning on cuddling you to sleep as you'd be sitting on his lap, in his arms. Still, the bed was much more comfortable, and he could cuddle you on the bed.

What time was it? You both would have to wake up at 7 AM...

"Alright, dear, but next time we'll have the sleepover!"

"Not in a classroom, though???"

"In the classroom, yes... Why, this is my habitat!"

"I'll sleep on the best chair, then" you decided to join his play.

"You will! I have the best place reserved for you~"

You barely blinked, and the both of you were on your shared bed. He had teleported you two.

Maybe something has gotten to him that dawn. In this one hour of sleep you two could get, he wrapped both his long arms and long legs around you, koala grip that trapped you. One of his hands on your neck, right at your pulse point. Even his subconscious wanted to be feeling the vibrations coming from you! Maybe he was bitten by a radioactive spider.

"Say it again..." He drooled as he muttered, dreaming with a sappy smile.

Every time you're around, Satoru takes his blindfold — or sunglasses, depending on which he is using — off.

He wants to see you with his bare eyes, no barrier between the two of you. And while this sounds foolish, after all, he needs to cover his eyes for a reason, he wants to see you and wants you to see him!

Love makes a person stupid, Satoru knew that, so he could only giggle to himself when he observed his own urge to be — facially — naked around you. Facially!!

The first stage of loving you involved Gojo getting himself to open up, to accept the vulnerability. After much work, the first stage was concluded! Now, it was time for the second stage of loving and being loved by Satoru Gojo: actually dealing with him — him him, the person behind his social mask... And the person behind his physical mask!

The person with the big blue cat-like eyes, the long white eyelashes, who was oh, so eager to catch your stare. He needed your attention. He needed to be seen by you. Especially now that he has concluded that he is safe with you.

So every time you're nearby, every time he can sense you with his... jujutsu senses!, Gojo removes the ecliptic factor that covers the very own shining diamonds that can be called his eyes. The albino looks at you, puppy stare, big pupils swimming between clear skies that took refuge behind his corneas.

His heart screamed, "Look at me! Look at me!" with each palpitation. Satoru would wag his tail if he had one.

He could get a headache due to the overload of sensory information — that was the reason why he had to cover his eyes in the first place. He could get an eye strain, but it didn't matter. The moment he saw you, the moment you looked back at him and your eyes crossed his, there was no cell in his body that could overcome the overwhelming love that would arise in his chest. If anything, it was his love for you, alongside your love for him, that healed him.

Some would say that love makes your world stop, well, Satoru, he'd say that you made his world turn. And he'd keep following you like you were his Sun, with his eyes, with his heart, with his love.

Comparing hand sizes with your romantic F/O!

Is their hand bigger, smaller, or just the same size as yours?

You can see the length of their fingers compared to yours. You can feel their skin and the pads of their fingertips and palm. Are they soft or more rough? Does their hand feel cold or warm to the touch?

They close their fingers between your own, intertwining their hand with yours. As they caress the back of your hand with their fingertips, they scan your skin, your flesh and bones, taking note of how precious you are to them, how precious each part of you, each vein, mark, crease and line of your hand, is to them.

Your F/O embraces your hand with both of their hands, wrapping their palms around you as if they were hugging you entirely. Just by this small gesture, they expressed their love for you.

Your romantic F/O who is so head over heels for you... The simple thought of you is enough to pull a lovingly sigh out of them.

Your romantic F/O who daydreams about you, who imagines cheesy lovey-dovey scenarios between you two. Maybe they giggle and kick their feet, too.

Your romantic F/O who sketches you in the corners of their notebook, in the middle of their notes — and suddenly, the whole page is filled with doodles of you and hearts.

Your romantic F/O who thinks about you before they go to sleep, hoping they can meet you in their dreams.

Your romantic F/O who is constantly reminded of you throughout the day, by the mere sight of things that make them remind of you — your favorite color, your favorite food, something you like.

Your romantic F/O who always has loving you as the intention behind most of their actions. Their love for you takes a huge part in their life.