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happy pride !!! shout out to all my queer people and my bi sisters especially <3

“sweetheart, come smoke with me.” shoko purrs, perched on her knees in front of you while you laze on satoru’s bed. she sits in only underwear and a cami tank top and with lazy, amber eyes boring into you. satoru sits against the headboard. she waves an unlit cigarette infront of you.

satoru answers before you can.

“hell fuckin’ no.” he snarls at her. she grimaces back, lips jutting out while she continues holding the unlit cigarette in her hand and other hand creeping next to you. she gets on her hands and knees, gazing down at you while her nipples poke out her shirt. “told you to stop smoking in my room.” he pouts right back, eyes squinting as he sees her look down at you.

“then i’ll take ‘er outside?” she suggest playfully. she slinks her pale finger down to simply brush a hair out of your eyelash yet her touch lingers.

“no.” he replies possessively. he sounds like an unsharing child denying another of their toy. he brings down his muscular arm from where it was resting on the headboard and brings it around your body. he pulls you up close to him, and more importantly, away from shoko. he now wraps both hands around your hips and makes your back lie against his chest.

shoko squints her eyes.

he grits his teeth and speaks up again.

“mine.”

oh god.

shoko rolls her eyes and starts to grip at your plush thigh. satoru sees this and scrunches his pretty boy face, puffing up his cheeks before kicking away her hand. she yanks it back and shakes it.

“you asshole.” she stares right at him. he smirks stupidly and brings down his head to kiss at your neck and jaw wetly and dramatically. he stares at her the whole time.

“you’re just mad she likes me better, shoko.” he quips, grinning all the same.

she looks like she’s about to snap out something again and grips on your thigh, harder than before. before she can you bring up your hands to gesture for them to stop.

“guys, stop argui—”

“she’s,” he gestures, pointing at shoko dramatically. “trying to steal you from me.” he wrings his head around your shoulder and turns to pout at you, trying to get you on his side.

“you’re” she brings up a finger from the hand currently on your leg and points at him. “jealous i eat her out better.”

“no you DON’T!” he yells, flustering and jutting out his lip farther in a pout. he turns to you again. “tell her she doesn’t!”

“guy’s jus—”

“she’s not a liar, satoru.” shoko brings her body down, arching her body and resting her head against your stomach. she smirks up at him.

you have to stop his arm mid air from smacking her.

“say one more thing and i’m leaving the both of you!” you yelp out. they go quiet, easing up as your words linger in the air.

“…kay.” they both say simultaneously, discouraged.

shoko kisses against your inner thigh, leaving a lipgloss stain against your leg. satoru huffs before yelling.

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> spider-man gojo x journalist reader

content warnings : none

summary : you’re a journalist for the Daily Bugle, which is how you met your boyfriend - Gojo. Your job unfortunately only really consists of digging into spider-man, who you hated, until you make a discover.

a/n : did not expect ANYONE to see my chef sukuna one tysm guys - working on part 2 :3

Being a journalist has always felt like the most Obvious career path for you. It’s always felt like an extension of who you are — curiosity seeping into your bones, an almost obsessive need to understand the world around you, to ask questions until answers unravel themselves at your feet. You used to love that your job required you to stay awake to everything happening in the city, that your 9–5 was less about sitting still and more about chasing stories. That was, before Spider-Man entered the picture. Before every pitch meeting turned into JJ slamming his fist on the desk and demanding dirt on a masked vigilante who, as far as you could tell, had done nothing but save people.

Now your days are consumed by him. Tracking sightings. Cross-referencing police scanners. Interviewing shaken civilians who all describe the same blur of white and blue swinging in to save the day before disappearing just as quickly. It isn’t that you hate the story — objectively, it’s fascinating — but you resent being forced into it, resent that every time you try to pitch something meaningful, something investigative and grounded, JJ waves you off and tells you to “get me the man behind the mask.”

The only thing that makes it tolerable is coming home and complaining about it to Gojo.

Gojo, who listens with exaggerated seriousness while stretched across your couch like a bored cat, long legs hanging over the armrest, white hair a mess of soft disobedience. Gojo, who works in a different department at the Daily Bugle but somehow always knows exactly how to make you laugh when you’re one rant away from quitting.

“Spider-Guy?” he echoes one evening as you sit cross-legged on the floor with your laptop open, crime scene photos scattered around you like a conspiracy board waiting to happen. “That’s really what you’re going with?”

“That’s what JJ calls him,” you mutter, scrolling through another grainy image of a rooftop rescue. “And until I have something better, Spider-Guy it is.” Gojo hums thoughtfully, tilting his head as though this is a matter of deep journalistic ethics. “You could try something catchier. Spider-Man, maybe.” You glance up at him slowly. “That’s painfully obvious.”

“Sometimes obvious works,” he replies with a lazy grin, eyes bright with something you can’t quite place. “Brand recognition.” You narrow your eyes slightly before shaking your head and returning to your research, missing the faint tension that briefly flickers across his expression when you begin outlining the pattern of Spider-Man’s appearances across a city map.

Because there is a pattern. You’re certain of it. The sightings cluster around specific neighborhoods at specific times of night, and while it could just be coincidence, you don’t believe in coincidence. You believe in logic. In repetition. In people revealing themselves through their habits. Gojo goes unusually quiet when you mention that though.

“That’s… thorough,” he says lightly, though his tone carries an undercurrent you don’t register at the time. “You’re not going to accidentally unmask the guy, are you?” You scoff. “That’s the goal.” He laughs, but it sounds slightly strained.

If you were paying closer attention, you might have noticed how often he’s “working late” on the same nights Spider-Man makes headline appearances. You might have questioned why he sometimes knows about crimes before they hit the police blotter, or why his reflexes are a little too sharp when you nearly drop a glass in the kitchen and he catches it without even looking.

But love has a way of smoothing over inconsistencies, of convincing you that the simplest explanation is usually the right one.

Until the night it isn’t.

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Your anniversary dinner is supposed to be simple. One year together. One year of shared coffee runs and newsroom stress and falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch after long days. You’d made the reservation weeks in advance at a rooftop restaurant downtown, determined to carve out an evening that belonged only to the two of you. No Spider-man, no JJ, no nothing.

Gojo promised he’d be there at seven.

By 7:20, you’re alone at the table, trying not to check your phone too often. By 7:40, your calls go to voicemail. And by 8:00, the restaurant televisions flicker to a breaking news segment showing Spider-Man mid-swing between skyscrapers, sirens wailing below as reporters shout over the footage of a hostage situation unfolding in Midtown. You stare at the screen longer than you mean to.

The camera catches him landing briefly on a ledge, body silhouetted against the glow of city lights. For half a second, the wind lifts his torn mask just slightly at the top — enough to reveal a flash of white hair. Your stomach drops. White hair.

Your mind scrambles to rationalise it. Plenty of people have white hair. It could be lighting. It could be anything. But your phone is still going to voicemail. And he’s not here. You leave the restaurant with your heart pounding harder than it should be. Surely not.. is all you can say to yourself.

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The apartment is dark when you unlock the door, and the silence feels too thick, too expectant. You step inside slowly, heels abandoned by the entryway, your thoughts racing in tangled spirals you can’t quite untangle.

Then the window slides open.

You turn sharply just in time to see a white-and-blue figure climb inside with practiced ease, landing lightly on the living room floor. The suit is unmistakable. The web-shooters strapped to his wrists. The faint scuff marks along the fabric. He pulls his mask halfway up to catch his breath— And freezes when he sees you standing there.

For several long seconds, neither of you speak.

“…Hi?” he offers weakly. You take him in slowly — the suit, the bruising along his jaw, the familiar eyes staring back at you above the fabric.

“You forgot date night,” you say, your voice eerily calm despite the hurricane building in your chest. He looks down at himself as though only now remembering what he’s wearing. “This isn’t what it looks like.” You laugh softly, incredulously. “What does it look like, Gojo?”

When he pulls the mask off completely, keeping it in his hands, revealing the face you know better than anyone else’s, the final thread of denial snaps.

“You’re Spider-Man.”

He winces slightly. “I preferred it when you called me Spider-Guy.”

“For six months,” you continue, stepping closer, “I’ve been chasing this story. Losing sleep over it. Getting yelled at by JJ because I can’t unmask him. And you—” Your voice catches despite your effort to steady it. “You’ve been standing right next to me.”

He runs a hand through his hair, guilt finally surfacing beneath his usual playfulness. “I was going to tell you.” He muttered. “When?” The hesitation is enough.

Anger flares, but beneath it is hurt — sharper and quieter. “You let me dig. You let me get close.”

“I made sure you never got too close,” he says quickly, and the words land wrong immediately. “You what?”

He exhales, shoulders sagging slightly. “Every time you started narrowing things down, I nudged it away. Anonymous tips. Redirected leads. Nothing harmful.”

“You mean you sabotaged my investigation.” You scoffed.

“I protected you.”

The room falls silent except for the distant echo of sirens outside. “I didn’t ask for protection,” you say, softer now. His expression shifts then, the humor gone entirely. “If anyone figured out you were close to me— to Spider-Man — you’d become leverage. You’d be watched. Followed. Threatened. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“And you couldn’t let me choose?” you counter, the hurt slipping through more clearly now. He falters. “I didn’t want you to have to choose between your career and me.” That hits harder than the lie itself.

Because if you had known, if you’d been staring at the truth from the beginning… would you have stepped back from the story? Would you have told JJ? Would you have resented him either way? The questions twist painfully in your chest. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle,” you say finally.

“I know,” he replies quietly.

The silence that follows isn’t explosive. It’s fragile.

“Are you breaking up with me?” he asks after a moment, and the vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard. You let out a shaky breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s one of my strengths.” You almost smile, but not quite.

“You forgot our anniversary.”

“I was stopping a man from detonating a bomb on an elevator,” he replies carefully.

You pause. “…That’s inconveniently valid.”

Relief flickers across his face.

“But you don’t lie to me again,” you add firmly. “No more secrets like this.” He nods immediately. “I won’t.”

“And you don’t interfere with my work.”

He hesitates, then sighs. “I’ll try very hard not to.”

You step closer, studying him — the exhaustion in his posture, the bruises he hasn’t bothered hiding. “I don’t care about Spider-Man,” you say softly after a moment of tender silence. “I care about you.” Something shifts in his expression then, something raw and unguarded.

“You’re not mad that I’m him?” he asks. “Oh no, I’m furious you lied,” you correct. “But… I’m proud of what you do.”

He exhales slowly, as if he’s been holding that breath for months. “What happens now?” he asks.

You glance at the open window, the suit, the city humming beyond the glass. “Now we set boundaries. You tell me when you’re going to be late. You don’t give me details I don’t need. And I don’t publish anything that puts you at risk.”

“You’d protect my secret?”

“I’d protect you,” you clarify.

His hands come up to cradle your face gently, and when he kisses you this time, it’s softer than usual — less teasing, more grateful.

“Duty calls,” he murmurs automatically when he pulls back, his eyes flicking toward the open window as if the city itself is tugging at him.

You follow his gaze, then look back at him unimpressed. “No.”

He blinks. “No?”

“No,” you repeat, catching the front of his suit and pulling him slightly closer. “The city can survive ten more minutes without you. I can’t.”

That makes him hesitate. For someone who throws himself off buildings without thinking twice, staying still seems to require more courage. His shoulders slowly drop, tension easing from his frame. “Five minutes,” he says softly.

“Fifteen,” you counter.

A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tosses his mask onto his usual armchair instead of putting it back on. The suit suddenly feels less symbolic, less heroic — suddenly it’s just fabric stretched over your tired and stressed out hero of a boyfriend.

“You scared me tonight,” you admit quietly.

His arms wrap around you immediately, one hand sliding up your back to hold you closer. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “I never want you wondering if I’m coming home.”

“Then don’t make me,” you reply. “I won’t,” he promises, and this time it feels steady.

The city hums faintly outside, but he doesn’t move toward the window again. Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, thumbs brushing along your jaw like he’s grounding himself. “You’re stuck with me,” he says softly. “Masked menace and all.” You huff a quiet laugh. “I suppose I can tolerate a dramatic superhero.”

He scoffs gently, and you kiss him again, slower this time, unhurried and warm, and when you finally pull away he stays right where he is — no rushing, no glancing over your shoulder at the skyline.

For a little while, Spider-Man can wait.

Tonight, he gets to be Gojo. Gets to be with you.

a/n : blergh hi guys I finished this at 2am I’m halfawslep blergh pls follow

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satoru is down bad, reader is kinda mean, pining, suggestive, satoru is annoying (canon), satoru’s a geek, reader finds it cute, he’s down BAD & doesn’t even hide it, satoru runs his mouth A LOT, gets nervous & flustered around reader, he’s a silly boy

a/n in the enddd!!!!

part 6 | part 7

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

satoru sighs. did he really fuck this up again?

“stop sulking. the professor is looking at us,” kento says, his stern eyes seeing the deepened pout on gojo’s face.

“i just don’t understand, why is she like this? nanami, do you think i’m a whore?”

“is this a rhetorical question?”

satoru gasps. loudly. “really?”

couple of people turn around to look at them and nanami sighs, his eyes closing for a second.

“i think you had more girls in your bed than there are girls enrolled in this class.”

kento turns back to his notebook and writes down the equations while satoru looks around and tries to count all the girls. “no, there’s too many. i think i had twice less. what number even makes someone a whore?” he genuinely asks, looking at his friend.

“what do you think?” nanami mumbles, still writing.

“like… twenty three?”

“this is why she doesn’t want any business with you.”

“hello? explain?”

nanami doesn’t answer satoru till the very end of the lecture.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

suguru laughs his ass off as he reads the messages satoru is showing him.

they’re sitting in a cafeteria at the central table. it’s loud and packed yet they exist in their own world. shoko is drinking juice, nanami is slowly eating, suguru is having the time of his life and satoru is sulking.

“how can i fix this disaster?” he asks for the tenth time and pouts even harder, his long limbs hitting the table. “guys, i’m being for real. i love her. like really fucking love. i get that sense of calmness when she’s around and i don’t wanna lose her. what do i do?”

“apologise,” kento finally says, his eyes never leaving his food.

“okay. how?”

“are you serious?” shoko asks tiredly playing with her hair.

“do you can’t think yourself?” he sighs and satoru notices a crease between nanami’s eyebrows.

“bro, chill. you’ll get wrinkles! and yes, of course i’m serious!”

“get her nice flowers and something she likes,” geto finally says, his eyes scanning the crowd. “now shut up, she’s coming.”

“really—“

“close that damn mouth,” shoko hisses and turns around to wave.

you smile and then notice satoru. he grins, revealing his white teeth and you roll your eyes but still sit in front of him and next to shoko.

“hi.” he says first. suguru nudges him. hard. “ouch, i just said hi—“

“hi, satoru. do you guys can help me with my physics homework?” you look at nanami and he nods but then, of course, gojo has to chirp in. “yes! yes i can! what is it? we can study at mine—“

suguru groans.

“nanami can help me—“

“no, no, no, kento is busy with other stuff but me, i’m entirely free! whenever you want! i can pay you so you agree!”

“satoru, stop. okay, tutor me. just stop rambling.”

“yes! whatever you say gorgeous!”

you sigh and eat your salad as satoru just stares at you with almost heart-shaped eyes. he is so dumb it almost looks cute.

you’re still mad, though.

“so… can i pick you up tonight at 7?”

he can’t shut up to save his life, can he?

when you look up, he immediately shrinks. “okay you look angry.”

“yes satoru, you can pick me up at 7.”

“thank god i thought you’d hit me.”

“still might.”

“okay i’m shutting up now!”

it takes him three seconds to break his word.

“you actually mean i can come at 7 and you won’t just close the door right in my face? because remember that one time—“

this time, it’s nanami who nudges him hard.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

at 7:03 satoru is knocking at your door. suguru told him not to wear anything too much so he wore his favourite blue tee and jeans. this wasn’t too much, right?

when you open the door he inhales sharply. everyone is muted for him - he can’t hear the roar of his car’s engine, the wind, the othercars on the road. you are in jeans and top yet it feels like you’re wearing something ethereal.

well, you are ethereal.

“hello?” you look at him as satoru malfunctions and just stares at you. his eyes trail from your face to your chest and then to your legs. he gulps.

“sorry! haha. you look– you look gorgeous. uhh… are you ready? i didn’t kill the engine, thought we will drive right away—“

“do i make you nervous?”

“haha what!”

“satoru.” you smile and place your palm on his chest and he visibly pales. “you okay?”

“i might faint right now.”

“let’s go inside for a minute. give me your keys, i’ll—“

he doesn’t even wait. just puts the keys in your hand and walks into your flat. he knows his way around.

when you get back you find him on the sofa. satoru is playing with his fingers as he looks around. he fidgets too hard and you smile softly while looking at him. he is so geeky, you never noticed that. now you think of all times when right after hook ups he would ramble about digimons and some stuff you never thought gojo satoru would even pay attention to. he would trace patterns on your hip as he went on and on about nerdy things that seemed weird for satoru. with his reputation being a frat no one would think he was smart as hell too. and actually knew stuff.

“i have something for you,” you smile. satoru snaps his head to look at you. “w-what? hey, i also have something for you but it’s in the car—“

“yeah i know. i already got the flowers out, dummy. thanks.” you point at flowers in the vase in the kitchen and satoru exhales. he nods and waits till you say something.

“here,” you say as you come back with a plate. “homemade. for you.”

he looks at the chocolate cake and then back at you. as you hand him the fork satoru is still processing. he eats a small piece and then— moans.

satoru literally moans. he is unhinged!

“freak,” you mutter as he starts eating the cake. with his mouth full, satoru says, “m-marry me. this is the best treat i have ever eaten, oh my god!”

“you promised we’d study,” you smile. gojo nods, “after i finish eating this cake. and then you. gosh, i’m never letting you go. please be mine. i can drop on one knee. i can kiss your feet–“

“okay stop. ew. what’s got into you? i mean, you’ve always been… deranged, but now? it’s even worse.”

“i’m just—“ he starts and suddenly shuts up which is very unusual for satoru. “let’s drive to mine. can i take the cake though?”

you roll your eyes while you pack the rest of the cake. you never mention that it was made for him in the first place.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

as soon as satoru opens the door you know something is up.

the dim lights, nice smell, everything is too clean—

“satoru, what is this.”

he stops and you bump into his back. his hand never leaves yours, now he squeezes it harder and turns to you. “‘m sorry.”

“for what?”

“i’m so dumb and i wanted this to be nice and then we had an argument and i fucked up again.” gojo sighs and you have to peep what’s in front of him. your mouth falls agape because you see candles, dinner, roses and it’s so nice you just stare.

“satoru… no one has ever done this for me.” you whisper.

“really?” it’s satoru’s turn to stare at you in disbelief as he steps away and you see the full picture. you just can’t comprehend what’s happening because you never thought he would do something like this.

“thank you. i’m not mad at you by the way. so…let’s tutor later?”

“uhh… of course! oh my god. wait, i also got the cups—“

the rest of the evening is a blur of trying each other’s dishes, kisses and that kind of laugh that makes your stomach ache.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

you wake up at twelve.

you quickly thank all gods you know & don’t for the fact that it’s saturday and you don’t have any classes.

when you try to sit up you feel heavy hand on your waist. satoru mumbles something in his sleep and you have to lay back because he doesn’t let you go.

“toru, it’s almost noon,” you say, turning to face him. he cracks one eyes open and murmurs, “almost doesn’t count.”

“tutoring session, hello? also, shower.” you answer and try to pry his hand off but he is too strong.

“together?” he grins. you look at him with that kind of expression. “okay got it!”

after shower, when you are having your breakfast, satoru is unusually quiet. you bear with it for only twenty minutes.

“what is it? spill it out.”

“you know me so well,” he whipers. “okay i needed to say that yesterday but i just couldn’t."

“what?”

he stops eating the leftovers of chocolate cake and sighs. “promise you will hear me out till the end.”

“…okay?”

“when we first agreed to see each other i was so happy, because you never made me feel like you had feelings and it was so easy with you. we just met, hooked up, no obligations, nothing. and then after some months i realised that… it was me who caught the feelings. and i was embarrassed because me? really? i was the one who never caught them and now look where i am.”

your breath hitches.

“but it’s impossible not to fall for you. you’re kind, you’re so smart it’s sexy, you have your goals in life and you always help people out. i remember coming to your apartment drunk and you took care of me. even though you could just shut the door right in my face, you know? or remember when me and suguru needed help with that asshole prof and you talked to him for us? and you would think you were mean to me but god, i wouldn’t trade it for the world. you’re the reason i’m still enrolled in this uni. when my grades started slipping i knew you would pay attention to that so i stopped going to couple of parties to catch up. because i know how much you value education. i want to be your equal. i want to be the guy you come home to, the guy you kiss, the guy who makes love to you, the guy at whom you look with that fond look in your eyes. i want to be yours. god, this is cheesy, right? but…”

he stops, his breathing ragged. he needs couple of seconds to calm himself down and then he reveals a small box under the sofa’s pillow. you look at it wide-eyed.

“not a ring. yet.” he smiles and opens it, revealing a van cleef bracelet. in gold and baby blue. the colour of his eyes.

“can i be your boyfriend?”

you look up at him and you realise you have tears in your eyes. when you start laughing at the same time tears start streaming down your face.

“what is it? did i say something wrong? do you not like the bracelet? i also got in black just in case—“

you laugh harder and press your forehead to his. you nod and whisper, “yes, satoru. you can be my boyfriend.”

you leave a kiss on his lips. satoru’s whole body relaxes and he kisses you again and again and again, his hand cupping your cheek.

“thank god. i would cry if you said no.” he mumbles and kisses your jaw. as he leans away he pulls the bracelet on your left hand because he knows you write with your left and like having accessories on your writing hand.

satoru pays attention to things. he knows your exact order in coffee shops, knows how much you love books, knows your favourite music rotation in the car, knows why you adore the colour blue and now?

now satoru gojo knows the way right into your heart. and he never plans to leave.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

a/n hi hey helloo!!!! first of all, thank yall for the love. it was soooo fun to write this & i can’t wait to write more!! i have so many ideas and headcanons for gojo it’s embarrassing lol. thank u for the likes, comments and reblogs! my phone was constantly sending me notifs from tumblr to the point that my friends were like girl..? lmaooo

also as u can see i didn’t make a taglist for this part bc i saw how tumblr thinks taglists are spam so im sorry for that :(

tell me what do you think about this ending!! also there gonna be moreeee of them!! i think i’ll add couple of chapters that have domestic kind of vibes + their uni life

and thanks to everyone again! see yall soon <3

ur nessa,

satoru is down bad, reader is kinda mean, pining, suggestive, satoru is annoying (canon), satoru’s a geek, reader finds it cute, he’s down BAD & doesn’t even hide it, satoru runs his mouth A LOT, gets nervous & flustered around reader, he’s a silly boy

a/n in the enddd!!!!

part 6 | part 7

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

satoru sighs. did he really fuck this up again?

“stop sulking. the professor is looking at us,” kento says, his stern eyes seeing the deepened pout on gojo’s face.

“i just don’t understand, why is she like this? nanami, do you think i’m a whore?”

“is this a rhetorical question?”

satoru gasps. loudly. “really?”

couple of people turn around to look at them and nanami sighs, his eyes closing for a second.

“i think you had more girls in your bed than there are girls enrolled in this class.”

kento turns back to his notebook and writes down the equations while satoru looks around and tries to count all the girls. “no, there’s too many. i think i had twice less. what number even makes someone a whore?” he genuinely asks, looking at his friend.

“what do you think?” nanami mumbles, still writing.

“like… twenty three?”

“this is why she doesn’t want any business with you.”

“hello? explain?”

nanami doesn’t answer satoru till the very end of the lecture.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

suguru laughs his ass off as he reads the messages satoru is showing him.

they’re sitting in a cafeteria in the central table. it’s loud and packed yet they exist in their own world. shoko is drinking juice, nanami is slowly eating, suguru is having the time of his life and satoru is sulking.

“how can i fix this disaster?” he asks for the tenth time and pouts even harder, his long limbs hitting the table. “guys, i’m being for real. i love her. like really fucking love. i get that sense of calmness when she’s around and i don’t wanna lose her. what do i do?”

“apologise,” kento finally says, his eyes never leaving his food.

“okay. how?”

“are you serious?” shoko asks tiredly playing with her hair.

“do you can’t think yourself?” he sighs and satoru notices a crease between nanami’s eyebrows.

“bro, chill. you’ll get wrinkles! and yes, of course i’m serious!”

“get her nice flowers and something she likes,” geto finally says, his eyes scanning the crowd. “now shut up, she’s coming.”

“really—“

“close that damn mouth,” shoko hisses and turns around to wave.

you smile and then notice satoru. he grins, revealing his white tooth and you roll your eyes but still sit in front of him and next to shoko.

“hi.” he says first. suguru nudges him. hard. “ouch, i just said hi—“

“hi, satoru. do you guys can help me with my physics homework?” you look at nanami and he nods but then, of course, gojo has to chirp in. “yes! yes i can! what is it? we can study at mine—“

suguru groans.

“nanami can help me—“

“no, no, no, kento is busy with other stuff but me, i’m entirely free! whenever you want! i can pay you so you agree!”

“satoru, stop. okay, tutor me. just stop rambling.”

“yes! whatever you say gorgeous!”

you sigh and eat your salad as satoru just stares at you with almost heart-shaped eyes. he is so dumb it almost looks cute.

you’re still mad, though.

“so… can i pick you up tonight at 7?”

he can’t shut up to save his life, can he?

when you look up, he immediately shrinks. “okay you look angry.”

“yes satoru, you can pick me up at 7.”

“thank god i thought you’d hit me.”

“still might.”

“okay i’m shutting up now!”

it takes him three seconds to break his word.

“you actually mean i can come at 7 and you won’t just close the door right in my face? because remember that one time—“

this time, it’s nanami who nudges him hard.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

at 7:03 satoru is knocking at your door. suguru told him not to wear anything too much so he wore his favourite blue tee and jeans. this wasn’t too much, right?

when you open the door he inhales sharply. everyone is muted for him - he can’t hear the roar of his car’s engine, the wind, the othercars on the road. you are in jeans and top yet it feels like you’re wearing something ethereal.

well, you are ethereal.

“hello?” you look at him as satoru malfunctions and just stares at you. his eyes trail from your face to your chest and then to your legs. he gulps.

“sorry! haha. you look– you look gorgeous. uhh… are you ready? i didn’t kill the engine, thought we will drive right away—“

“do i make you nervous?”

“haha what!”

“satoru.” you smile and place your palm on his chest and he visibly pales. “you okay?”

“i might faint right now.”

“let’s go inside for a minute. give me your keys, i’ll—“

he doesn’t even wait. just puts the keys in your hand and walks into your flat. he knows his way around.

when you get back you find him on the sofa. satoru is playing with his fingers as he looks around. he fidgets too hard and you smile softly while looking at him. he is so geeky, you never noticed that. now you think of all times when right after hook ups he would ramble about digimons and some stuff you never thought gojo satoru would even pay attention to. he would trace patterns on your hip as he went on and on about nerdy things that seemed weird for satoru. with his reputation being a frat no one would think he was smart as hell too. and actually knew stuff.

“i have something for you,” you smile. satoru snaps his head to look at you. “w-what? hey, i also have something for you but it’s in the car—“

“yeah i know. i already got the flowers out, dummy. thanks.” you point at flowers in the vase in the kitchen and satoru exhales. he nods and waits till you say something.

“here,” you say as you come back with a plate. “homemade. for you.”

he looks at the chocolate cake and then back at you. as you hand him the fork satoru is still processing. he eats a small piece and then— moans.

satoru literally moans. he is unhinged!

“freak,” you mutter as he starts eating the cake. with his mouth full, satoru says, “m-marry me. this is the best treat i have ever eaten, oh my god!”

“you promised we’d study,” you smile. gojo nods, “after i finish eating this cake. and then you. gosh, i’m never letting you go. please be mine. i can drop on one knee. i can kiss your feet–“

“okay stop. ew. what’s got into you? i mean, you’ve always been… deranged, but now? it’s even worse.”

“i’m just—“ he starts and suddenly shuts up which is very unusual for satoru. “let’s drive to mine. can i take the cake though?”

you roll your eyes while you pack the rest of the cake. you never mention that it was made for him in the first place.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

as soon as satoru opens the door you know something is up.

the dim lights, nice smell, everything is too clean—

“satoru, what is this.”

he stops and you bump into his back. his hand never leaves yours, now he squeezes it harder and turns to you. “‘m sorry.”

“for what?”

“i’m so dumb and i wanted this to be nice and then we had an argument and i fucked up again.” gojo sighs and you have to peep what’s in front of him. your mouth falls agape because you see candles, dinner, roses and it’s so nice you just stare.

“satoru… no one has ever done this for me.” you whisper.

“really?” it’s satoru’s turn to stare at you in disbelief as he steps away and you see the full picture. you just can’t comprehend what’s happening because you never thought he would do something like this.

“thank you. i’m not mad at you by the way. so…let’s tutor later?”

“uhh… of course! oh my god. wait, i also got the cups—“

the rest of the evening is a blur of trying each other’s dishes, kisses and that kind of laugh that makes your stomach ache.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

you wake up at twelve.

you quickly thank all gods you know & don’t for the fact that it’s saturday and you don’t have any classes.

when you try to sit up you feel heavy hand on your waist. satoru mumbles something in his sleep and you have to lay back because he doesn’t let you go.

“toru, it’s almost noon,” you say, turning to face him. he cracks one eyes open and murmurs, “almost doesn’t count.”

“tutoring session, hello? also, shower.” you answer and try to pry his hand off but he is too strong.

“together?” he grins. you look at him with that kind of expression. “okay got it!”

after shower, when you are having your breakfast, satoru is unusually quiet. you bear with it for only twenty minutes.

“what is it? spill it out.”

“you know me so well,” he whipers. “okay i needed to say that yesterday but i just couldn’t."

“what?”

he stops eating the leftovers of chocolate cake and sighs. “promise you will hear me out till the end.”

“…okay?”

“when we first agreed to see each other i was so happy, because you never made me feel like you had feelings and it was so easy with you. we just met, hooked up, no obligations, nothing. and then after some months i realised that… it’s me who caught the feelings. and i was embarrassed because me? really? i was the one who never caught them and now look where i am.”

your breath hitches.

“but it’s impossible not to fall for you. you’re kind, you’re so smart it’s sexy, you have your goals in life and you always help people out. i remember coming to your apartment drunk and you took care of me. even though you could just shut the door right in my face, you know? or remember when me and suguru needed help with that asshole prof and you talked to him for us? and you would think you were mean to me but god, i wouldn’t trade it for the world. you’re the reason i’m still enrolled in this uni. when my grades started slipping i knew you would pay attention to that so i stopped going to couple of parties to catch up. because i know how much you value education. i want to be your equal. i want to be the guy you come home to, the guy you kiss, the guy who makes love to you, the guy at whom you look with that fond look in your eyes. i want to be yours. god, this is cheesy, right? but…”

he stops, his breathing ragged. he needs couple of seconds to calm himself down and then he reveals a small box under the sofa’s pillow. you look at it wide-eyed.

“not a ring. yet.” he smiles and opens it, revealing a van cleef bracelet. in gold and baby blue. the colour of his eyes.

“can i be your boyfriend?”

you look up at him and you realise you have tears in your eyes. when you start laughing at the same time tears start streaming down your face.

“what is it? did i say something wrong? do you not like the bracelet? i also got in black just in case—“

you laugh harder and press your forehead to his. you nod and whisper, “yes, satoru. you can be my boyfriend.”

you leave a kiss on his lips. satoru’s whole body relaxes and he kisses you again and again and again, his hand cupping your cheek.

“thank god. i would cry if you said no.” he mumbles and kisses your jaw. as he leans away he pulls the bracelet on your left hand because he knows you write with your left and like having accessories on your writing hand.

satoru pays attention to things. he knows your exact order in coffee shops, knows how much you love books, knows your favourite music rotation in the car, knows why you adore the colour blue and now?

now satoru gojo knows the way right into your heart. and he never plans to leave.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

a/n hi hey helloo!!!! first of all, thank yall for the love. it was soooo fun to write this & i can’t wait to write more!! i have so many ideas and headcanons for gojo it’s embarrassing lol. thank u for the likes, comments and reblogs! my phone was constantly sending me notifs from tumblr to the point that my friends were like girl..? lmaooo

also as u can see i didn’t make a taglist for this part bc i saw how tumblr thinks taglists are spam so im sorry for that :(

tell me what do you think about this ending!! also there gonna be moreeee of them!! i think i’ll add couple of chapters that have domestic kind of vibes + their uni life

and thanks to everyone again! see yall soon <3

ur nessa,

When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.

This was proven to be, in fact, false.

This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.

At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.

His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.

It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.

And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.

Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.

You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.

“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”

He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.

“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”

“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”

You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”

Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”

“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.

You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”

🏷 @kamislop @hangenism @clarasthoughtss

Nightwing x gojo

m. fushiguro x fem!reader ; fluff

you sat sideways in your boyfriend’s lap, a blanket hiding the both of your legs as you gently rubbed his calf. it was supposed to be another—totally innocent and gojo-approved—sleepover, but this? this position wasn’t exactly pg-13…

“quit doing that.” he mumbled, the pink tinge dusting his ears graciously betraying his words. he never was good at hiding his emotions.

“i’m not doing anything..i’m just looking at you.” you giggled, carefully resting your head upon his shoulder, tickling the base of his neck with your breath. “do i really make you that nervous?” you teased, pressing a sharp, sudden kiss just below his ear.

“no.” aha! you heard that voice waver, and you took it as a sign. a sign to get him to crack as fast as possible.!

“hmm, not even when i dooo…this?” your lips found themselves leaving little stains of pink, sticky gloss across megumi’s skin as you kissed a trail leading up to his jaw.

“why are you so infuriating..” he muttered beneath his breath, visibly annoyed when you placed one last smooch to his cheek. the cherry on top.

you knew you got him good then—i mean just watching his usual pretty, pale face darken a few rosier shades was pure satisfaction…

“i’m not infuriating, i’m your girlfriend!” you snorted, laughing into the crook of his neck as if you were the funniest girl in the world. even that effected him. your laugh—the warm puffs of air that left your lips…you were just torturing him at that point.

“stop it..”

“wha! i didn’t even do anything!” you laughed even harder, looking up to squish megumi’s chubby little cheeks. “ohhssoocuttee, don’t be mad at me megs!!” you smiled, eyes sparkling as he gazed into them.

well…if the verbal warnings didn’t work, he’d have to try physical.

“megumiii, sosquishy you’re a little dumpling! those rainbow dumplin—mmh!” suddenly, megumi wasn’t the only one who’s face was warming up now. his lips were against yours almost instantly, moving over your mouth with the amount of precision he puts into defeating curses.

you could barely form words. his lips were so soft and warm, dominating your every thoughts until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

his hand slowly trailed up your back until he got to the back of your neck, immediately fisting your hair to pull you in closer. his tongue grazed your lower lip, and that’s when your own hand shot up—instantly holding onto his shirt.

“m-mmh..” you whimpered against his lips, expecting more of his greedy mouth. instead…you were met with the loud beep beep of his smartwatch.

“ha-hah?” you look down at the face of the watch, a bright red cartoony heart—with what looked like a drop of sweat on it popped up, taking up the whole watch.

! abnormal heart rate detected !

“aaaawwwhhhh megggummmiiii!!!!!” you instantly squealed, trampling him with your body weight as you rolled completely on top of him.

“shut up..i’m never kissing you again..”

“psshh—yeah right..”

a pause.

“was it my little moan that did it?—wait ew!! get a tissue don’t nosebleed on meee!!!!!”

satoru is down bad, reader is kinda mean, pining, suggestive, satoru is annoying (canon), satoru’s a geek, reader finds it cute, he’s down BAD & doesn’t even hide it, satoru runs his mouth A LOT, gets nervous & flustered around reader, he’s a silly boy

a/n in the enddd!!!!

part 6 | part 7

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

satoru sighs. did he really fuck this up again?

“stop sulking. the professor is looking at us,” kento says, his stern eyes seeing the deepened pout on gojo’s face.

“i just don’t understand, why is she like this? nanami, do you think i’m a whore?”

“is this a rhetorical question?”

satoru gasps. loudly. “really?”

couple of people turn around to look at them and nanami sighs, his eyes closing for a second.

“i think you had more girls in your bed than there are girls enrolled in this class.”

kento turns back to his notebook and writes down the equations while satoru looks around and tries to count all the girls. “no, there’s too many. i think i had twice less. what number even makes someone a whore?” he genuinely asks, looking at his friend.

“what do you think?” nanami mumbles, still writing.

“like… twenty three?”

“this is why she doesn’t want any business with you.”

“hello? explain?”

nanami doesn’t answer satoru till the very end of the lecture.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

suguru laughs his ass off as he reads the messages satoru is showing him.

they’re sitting in a cafeteria in the central table. it’s loud and packed yet they exist in their own world. shoko is drinking juice, nanami is slowly eating, suguru is having the time of his life and satoru is sulking.

“how can i fix this disaster?” he asks for the tenth time and pouts even harder, his long limbs hitting the table. “guys, i’m being for real. i love her. like really fucking love. i get that sense of calmness when she’s around and i don’t wanna lose her. what do i do?”

“apologise,” kento finally says, his eyes never leaving his food.

“okay. how?”

“are you serious?” shoko asks tiredly playing with her hair.

“do you can’t think yourself?” he sighs and satoru notices a crease between nanami’s eyebrows.

“bro, chill. you’ll get wrinkles! and yes, of course i’m serious!”

“get her nice flowers and something she likes,” geto finally says, his eyes scanning the crowd. “now shut up, she’s coming.”

“really—“

“close that damn mouth,” shoko hisses and turns around to wave.

you smile and then notice satoru. he grins, revealing his white tooth and you roll your eyes but still sit in front of him and next to shoko.

“hi.” he says first. suguru nudges him. hard. “ouch, i just said hi—“

“hi, satoru. do you guys can help me with my physics homework?” you look at nanami and he nods but then, of course, gojo has to chirp in. “yes! yes i can! what is it? we can study at mine—“

suguru groans.

“nanami can help me—“

“no, no, no, kento is busy with other stuff but me, i’m entirely free! whenever you want! i can pay you so you agree!”

“satoru, stop. okay, tutor me. just stop rambling.”

“yes! whatever you say gorgeous!”

you sigh and eat your salad as satoru just stares at you with almost heart-shaped eyes. he is so dumb it almost looks cute.

you’re still mad, though.

“so… can i pick you up tonight at 7?”

he can’t shut up to save his life, can he?

when you look up, he immediately shrinks. “okay you look angry.”

“yes satoru, you can pick me up at 7.”

“thank god i thought you’d hit me.”

“still might.”

“okay i’m shutting up now!”

it takes him three seconds to break his word.

“you actually mean i can come at 7 and you won’t just close the door right in my face? because remember that one time—“

this time, it’s nanami who nudges him hard.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

at 7:03 satoru is knocking at your door. suguru told him not to wear anything too much so he wore his favourite blue tee and jeans. this wasn’t too much, right?

when you open the door he inhales sharply. everyone is muted for him - he can’t hear the roar of his car’s engine, the wind, the othercars on the road. you are in jeans and top yet it feels like you’re wearing something ethereal.

well, you are ethereal.

“hello?” you look at him as satoru malfunctions and just stares at you. his eyes trail from your face to your chest and then to your legs. he gulps.

“sorry! haha. you look– you look gorgeous. uhh… are you ready? i didn’t kill the engine, thought we will drive right away—“

“do i make you nervous?”

“haha what!”

“satoru.” you smile and place your palm on his chest and he visibly pales. “you okay?”

“i might faint right now.”

“let’s go inside for a minute. give me your keys, i’ll—“

he doesn’t even wait. just puts the keys in your hand and walks into your flat. he knows his way around.

when you get back you find him on the sofa. satoru is playing with his fingers as he looks around. he fidgets too hard and you smile softly while looking at him. he is so geeky, you never noticed that. now you think of all times when right after hook ups he would ramble about digimons and some stuff you never thought gojo satoru would even pay attention to. he would trace patterns on your hip as he went on and on about nerdy things that seemed weird for satoru. with his reputation being a frat no one would think he was smart as hell too. and actually knew stuff.

“i have something for you,” you smile. satoru snaps his head to look at you. “w-what? hey, i also have something for you but it’s in the car—“

“yeah i know. i already got the flowers out, dummy. thanks.” you point at flowers in the vase in the kitchen and satoru exhales. he nods and waits till you say something.

“here,” you say as you come back with a plate. “homemade. for you.”

he looks at the chocolate cake and then back at you. as you hand him the fork satoru is still processing. he eats a small piece and then— moans.

satoru literally moans. he is unhinged!

“freak,” you mutter as he starts eating the cake. with his mouth full, satoru says, “m-marry me. this is the best treat i have ever eaten, oh my god!”

“you promised we’d study,” you smile. gojo nods, “after i finish eating this cake. and then you. gosh, i’m never letting you go. please be mine. i can drop on one knee. i can kiss your feet–“

“okay stop. ew. what’s got into you? i mean, you’ve always been… deranged, but now? it’s even worse.”

“i’m just—“ he starts and suddenly shuts up which is very unusual for satoru. “let’s drive to mine. can i take the cake though?”

you roll your eyes while you pack the rest of the cake. you never mention that it was made for him in the first place.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

as soon as satoru opens the door you know something is up.

the dim lights, nice smell, everything is too clean—

“satoru, what is this.”

he stops and you bump into his back. his hand never leaves yours, now he squeezes it harder and turns to you. “‘m sorry.”

“for what?”

“i’m so dumb and i wanted this to be nice and then we had an argument and i fucked up again.” gojo sighs and you have to peep what’s in front of him. your mouth falls agape because you see candles, dinner, roses and it’s so nice you just stare.

“satoru… no one has ever done this for me.” you whisper.

“really?” it’s satoru’s turn to stare at you in disbelief as he steps away and you see the full picture. you just can’t comprehend what’s happening because you never thought he would do something like this.

“thank you. i’m not mad at you by the way. so…let’s tutor later?”

“uhh… of course! oh my god. wait, i also got the cups—“

the rest of the evening is a blur of trying each other’s dishes, kisses and that kind of laugh that makes your stomach ache.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

you wake up at twelve.

you quickly thank all gods you know & don’t for the fact that it’s saturday and you don’t have any classes.

when you try to sit up you feel heavy hand on your waist. satoru mumbles something in his sleep and you have to lay back because he doesn’t let you go.

“toru, it’s almost noon,” you say, turning to face him. he cracks one eyes open and murmurs, “almost doesn’t count.”

“tutoring session, hello? also, shower.” you answer and try to pry his hand off but he is too strong.

“together?” he grins. you look at him with that kind of expression. “okay got it!”

after shower, when you are having your breakfast, satoru is unusually quiet. you bear with it for only twenty minutes.

“what is it? spill it out.”

“you know me so well,” he whipers. “okay i needed to say that yesterday but i just couldn’t."

“what?”

he stops eating the leftovers of chocolate cake and sighs. “promise you will hear me out till the end.”

“…okay?”

“when we first agreed to see each other i was so happy, because you never made me feel like you had feelings and it was so easy with you. we just met, hooked up, no obligations, nothing. and then after some months i realised that… it’s me who caught the feelings. and i was embarrassed because me? really? i was the one who never caught them and now look where i am.”

your breath hitches.

“but it’s impossible not to fall for you. you’re kind, you’re so smart it’s sexy, you have your goals in life and you always help people out. i remember coming to your apartment drunk and you took care of me. even though you could just shut the door right in my face, you know? or remember when me and suguru needed help with that asshole prof and you talked to him for us? and you would think you were mean to me but god, i wouldn’t trade it for the world. you’re the reason i’m still enrolled in this uni. when my grades started slipping i knew you would pay attention to that so i stopped going to couple of parties to catch up. because i know how much you value education. i want to be your equal. i want to be the guy you come home to, the guy you kiss, the guy who makes love to you, the guy at whom you look with that fond look in your eyes. i want to be yours. god, this is cheesy, right? but…”

he stops, his breathing ragged. he needs couple of seconds to calm himself down and then he reveals a small box under the sofa’s pillow. you look at it wide-eyed.

“not a ring. yet.” he smiles and opens it, revealing a van cleef bracelet. in gold and baby blue. the colour of his eyes.

“can i be your boyfriend?”

you look up at him and you realise you have tears in your eyes. when you start laughing at the same time tears start streaming down your face.

“what is it? did i say something wrong? do you not like the bracelet? i also got in black just in case—“

you laugh harder and press your forehead to his. you nod and whisper, “yes, satoru. you can be my boyfriend.”

you leave a kiss on his lips. satoru’s whole body relaxes and he kisses you again and again and again, his hand cupping your cheek.

“thank god. i would cry if you said no.” he mumbles and kisses your jaw. as he leans away he pulls the bracelet on your left hand because he knows you write with your left and like having accessories on your writing hand.

satoru pays attention to things. he knows your exact order in coffee shops, knows how much you love books, knows your favourite music rotation in the car, knows why you adore the colour blue and now?

now satoru gojo knows the way right into your heart. and he never plans to leave.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

a/n hi hey helloo!!!! first of all, thank yall for the love. it was soooo fun to write this & i can’t wait to write more!! i have so many ideas and headcanons for gojo it’s embarrassing lol. thank u for the likes, comments and reblogs! my phone was constantly sending me notifs from tumblr to the point that my friends were like girl..? lmaooo

also as u can see i didn’t make a taglist for this part bc i saw how tumblr thinks taglists are spam so im sorry for that :(

tell me what do you think about this ending!! also there gonna be moreeee of them!! i think i’ll add couple of chapters that have domestic kind of vibes + their uni life

and thanks to everyone again! see yall soon <3

ur nessa,

the tv screen shines brightly as you and nerd!toru, sit on the ground watching The Notebook.

ever since the start of uni, you and satoru have been inseparable. of course, you love taking all the credit for your friendship by saying you kept bothering him until he finally cracked and agreed to be your best friend.

and now, almost 2 and a half years later, you’re doing your weekly movie night at your dorm fighting over popcorn and debating over the movie.

“i don’t get it. if it’s been what, 7 years? how come she’s still not over noah?” he asks midway.

you laugh, almost choking on the popcorn you’re eating. “well duh. he’s her first love, of course it’d be special.”

“have you been in love?”

your heart thumps at the question. even worse, you looked up to meet his eyes and your eyebrows furrow at how beautiful they sparkle.

god. he has bewitched you, body and soul.

“no,” you’ve never say abruptly. “i… i haven’t.”

if you weren’t too enamoured by him, you wouldn’t have missed the way his lips slightly frowned and his eyes looked down like a sad puppy.

“oh,” gojo says. “me neither, haha.” he uncomfortably sits up straight and tries to focus his eyes on the tv.

but he couldn’t.

while you cleared your throat and went back to watching the movie, gojo turns his head to look at you.

“actually i… i have.” he says.

“hm?”

“i have— i mean, i am in love.”

oh.

you flutter your lashes up at him, heart torn into pieces at who he might be talking about.

despite that, you still smile and playfully punch his shoulder. “yeah? who’s the lucky girl?”

he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again.

“it’s you. always has been.”

FRAT!GOJO X READER

SUMMARY your ex and frat vp, satoru gojo, has decided his time without you is just too much! but sadly, you’ve blocked him on literally everything :(( naturally, he turns to your dorm mailbox with (what he thinks are romantic) handwritten letters to get you back

WARNINGS fluff!! gojo’s stupid, gojo jokes/references khs, suggestiveness, fem!reader

The last thing you expected to see in your dorms mailbox was a handwritten letter in a heart stamped envelope. Especially not from your ex boyfriend, Satoru. Yet you still open the folded letter and read out the scribbly ink handwriting with tear stains along the edges.

‘To My Dearest,

I’m stupid, you know this. I’m stupid and it was super ultra mega stupid of me to break up with you but please hear me out on why you, the love of my life, need to take me, the love of your life, back.

#1. I know you better than ANY other guy

I’ve been inside your dorm like a million times and can probably name all the posters you have up from memory, I’ve met your parents and they love me, and I’ve literally been inside you. I deadass know you inside and out!

#2. I give you good dick ;)

I make you cum every single time and you yourself even said I’m the best you’ve ever had. I’d like to say my pullout game is also pretty good if I don’t say so myself… aside from that one time I almost got you pregnant.

#3. Everyone wants us back together

Believe it or not we were actually the campus favorite couple. Now that we’re not together, everybody and their mother seems to be asking about you. I told my frat we were on a break and they stopped believing me after 2 weeks :/

Even worse, you know how your parents love me? My parents love you. When I told her we split she hit me with a wooden spoon and said I ‘better grovel to get you back’ (ironic) because she ‘wants actually pretty grandkids’

#4. Nobody finds me funny anymore :,(

I know a lot of your laughs at my jokes were fake but they were still laughs. Now that you don’t go to movie night at the house, every time I say something I just get told to shut up and stop interrupting. It’s a lot worse than hearing your cute giggle.

#5. We already bought matching outfits for my cousin’s wedding

I bought you that dress already and I have a matching tie. I also may or may not have flexed on my cousin that we’ll last way longer than her and her husband so…please come with me.

#6. I’m STUPID now

Without you to force me to study and use your fine, sexy body as a reward… I’m DUMB. My GPA’s dropped 0.4 points. I miss having my smart girl to make me do work.

#7. I’m lonely

I keep calling other girls your name so none of them wanna fuck me. Plus, it doesn’t help that a lot of them are spreading rumors that I ‘cheated on you’, NOT TRUE!!! I’d never, sweetheart >:(

So if you’re worried about me being a “manwhore” while we weren’t together, know I never even got past second base. Still wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t you though…

#8. I’ll be an even WAY better boyfriend

I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll drive you wherever, you can call me whatever (preferably daddy but I digress) ANYTHING. I’ll be the goodest most best boy ever for you I swear.

Please. Please take me back. You don’t even have to reply to this letter, just unblock me on anything. Even Sugu says we should get back together and he used to swear that you were out of my league. Just take it into consideration how sorry I am (and possibly remember that you think I’m hot).

Your lovestrucken, terribly sad, favorite boy,

Satoru “Still yours BTW” Gojo

P.S: I know you’re kind of a grammar shark so I tried my best to be wary of any typos (writingos?).

Double P.S: Toji said he’s trying to shoot his shot with you and if you fuck him I’ll kms’

SUGURU | 2 NEW MESSAGES | 9:37PM

Satoru sent you a stupid ass letter don’t read it

I had to proofread it it was fucking pathetic

YOU | 10:23PM

i just did

it really was

but it was kinda cute

You’re getting back together with him after that?

Self respect??

shut up i love him

also i’m assuming he added in that daddy part himself right?

What do you think?

‘To My Dearest,

THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE KNOW THAT.

Also my mother’s very pleased we’re back together! She wants to have dinner with you again next week so please let me buy you a new dress for the occasion !!

ㅤꨄ︎

Your favorite boy again,

Satoru “Yours” Gojo

MESSAGES | 3:12PM

satoru stop writing me fucking letters i unblocked you days ago