YOWAI MO ~

Some  sunday  headcanons:

Satoru  is  not  made  for  one  night  stands  ⅋  he's  not  made  for  casual  either.  Friends  with  benefits  scenarios  are  more  likely  to  occur  but  generally  Gojō  needs  deeper  connections  and  feelings,  needs  to  feel  understood  and  treated  like  he's  not  just  a  pretty  face  and  wallet  full  of  cash.

Gojō  is  already  objectified  enough:  for  the  jujutsu  world  he's  a  weapon  and  an  idol  but  not  someone  real.  For  women  and  men  he's  often  an  incredibly  handsome  rich  individual  and  not  much  more.  Fandom  wise  he's  sexualized  and  either  reduced  to  mmm  fuck  me  daddy  dom  or  uwu  stuttering  baby  boy  kya~  and  I  personally  hate  both  of  these  takes  equally.

I  will  talk  about  Gojō's  bisexuality  more  later  but  just  because  he  feels  attraction  towards  both  genders  (in  fact  any  gender  identities  though  he's  not  really  aware  of  that  just  yet)  doesn't  mean  he'll  take  off  his  pants  for  just  anybody,  especially  strangers.

Feelings  matter  for  Gojō  greatly.  He  wants  to  be  seen  for  who  he  is  and  wants  to  be  able  to  be  vulnerable  with  the  person  he  decides  to  share  bed  with.  Don't  mistake  it  for  egoism:  he  wants  the  same  for  his  partner.  Deeper  connection  in  case  of  any  sexual  encounters  is  a  must.

Satoru  is  equally  dominant  as  he  is  submissive,  equally  a  spoiling  his  partner  top  and  spoil  me  bratty  bottom.  His  approach  usually  relies  on  his  partner's  preference  but  he  is  very  flexible  and  surprisingly  good  at  communication  to  talk  out  any  concerns  or  issues.

IT WOULD GET EASIER ONE DAY, IT HAD TO. IT WAS ONE THING TO WEAR THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES, OF CURSES, EVEN YOUR OWN. BUT THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT, AND FRIENDS EVEN... THAT WAS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT HURT. she had been healed from her own injuries — one of the few benefits of being the host of an all-powerful curse — and yet it felt like she had open wounds all over. blood, both fresh and coagulated stained her hands, arms and face, it was rubbed into the fibre of her jeans and shirt. it was difficult to tell how much of it was her own.

bianca sat on the edge of her bed when it knocked on the door, and though she knew exactly who it was she remained quiet, mind and gaze stuck on the crimson tainting her palms, dissociating enough to not notice when the knocks landed again. ʽ bi? ʼ even satoru's voice was quiet. ʽʽ ...i'm fine. ʼʼ she eventually spoke unaware if it was clear enough for him to discern on the other side. he pried the door open upon hearing her voice, slow enough for bianca to react and kick him out if necessary - but she didn't. she just... sat there.

satoru approached her with a caution until he came to a halt in front of her, his eyes behind the blindfold fell to her hands as well. it seemed he considered her for a moment, weighing the options as well as his words until finally. ʽ come, let's get you cleaned up. ʼ she nodded faintly, gojō's arm wound around her lower back as he scooped her up off the bed with one arm and took the both of them to her bathroom. he reached into the shower with his free hand to turn it on and let it run, warming up their surroundings. as he carefully set her down he made sure to brush two fingers against her cheek, letting bianca feel him again before shifting to tug at the hem of her shirt. ʽ is this okay? ʼ he always asked first — always cared about her, always put her safety and comfort first. bianca nodded again.

when they had both undressed he stepped into the shower first, extending a long arm out for her to take when she was ready, and though the mere notion of a shower right now felt so foreign to her, bianca took satoru's hand and joined him under the warm stream of water. at first it felt scolding against the cool of her back, her body naturally cold already, and it forced a breath to hitch and stagger in her throat. the hand still holding onto him was shaking for a few seconds, and satoru reacted promptly with a squeeze of his own to alert her of his presence again — so she could focus on him instead. bianca's head drew back a little to look up at him and let her eyes meet with the brightly gleaming azure of his, in them swimming all she knew him for: his warmth and comfort, his love.

with his free hand he reached for a wash cloth he'd brought in and delicately began to clean the blood off of bianca's face, his touch slow and tender when the cloth drove down her cheek. ENHANCED BY THE WATER, THE COPPERY SMELL OF BLOOD CREPT INTO HER NOSE AND HER ENTIRE SYSTEM, but bianca remained still and looked up at satoru.

through it all, he was the one that was there. he had been on her side since the day they'd met, and even before that. he had protected her then just as he did now.

he shifted again and again, wetting the cloth under the water each time to clean it before tending to the next spot whilst also inspecting of there were any of her wounds that'd been missed. ʽ there. ʼ he whispered in a voice lower than she'd ever heard him use, and bianca felt like she could finally exhale. like that one breath had been stuck in her throat the entire time. her head dipped forwards again but this time to rest against his chest, both of them wrapping their arms around each other simultaneously. gojō pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before letting his chin rest in the very same spot, and there they'd stand for some time, his hand tracing invisible circles against her naked back whilst the water kept running over them.