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case file no.1 - satoru gojo

tags. :MDNI: :gojoxreader: :fem!reader: :hanahaki disease: :unrequited love: :angst: :established love: :NO established relationship: :flower language: :reader is a teacher like gojo: :soft gojo: :gore: :vivid depictions of blood: :BLOOD: :lowk body horror?: :smut: :fluff: :p in v: :happy ending: :canon gojo: :nsfw:

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hanahaki disease - noun

~ when unrequited, suppressed, or one-sided love physically manifests as flowers growing in one's lungs. resulting in coughing up flower petals or fully matured flowers.

A/N. boi I love hanahaki as a trope for gojo. will make this a series btw stay tuned for the other jjk men

“Great job everybody!! As a reward for your amazing efforts, me, your glorious sensei, brought you kikufuku!!” Gojo’s voice echoed through the courtyard as he held up two parchment bags, his students’ ‘rewards’.

“Thank you sensei!” Yuji shouted with equal enthusiasm as Megumi glanced away, already tired of Gojo’s antics for the day.

“Sorry to rain on your parade guys, but I was just sent to tell Gojo he has a mission.” you cut in, giving them a sorry smile.

For a moment Gojo seemed happy to see you… before the word ‘mission’ left your mouth. He groaned, “Do I have to?...” his sculpted deltoids slumping at the thought. Rubbing his shoulder you try to comfort him. “Well it should be quick, it's close.”

“You know what? You’re right! Only a minor inconvenience for The Strongest. Class dismissed for today. Get lots of rest for tomorrow!" Gojo waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion as he turned to you, taking the mission report from your hand. 

With a thumb he slips up part of his blindfold, uncovering one of his summer blue eyes. He quickly scans the page and lowers the fabric back over his eye. “Thanks for the heads up. I better get going.” even as he says that he doesn’t move to leave.

“It’s no problem, really.” you disregard, waving your hands out in front of your chest.

“...” Gojo could feel the heat crawling up his neck and touching the tips of his ears. “Yeah, yeah… Uh thanks anyways, talk to you later.”

“You too and good luck with your mission! See you around, Satoru.” You waved one last time, taking it as your cue to leave and walked away. Still as you walked away Gojo’s gaze followed your signature, “Will do…” he muttered, his heart louder than his words.

Once he couldn’t feel an ounce of your cursed energy, that’s when he decided to finally leave where his feet were planted. Shaking off the feeling in his chest, teleporting where the curse was spotted last.

Much later he returns to his too-empty, dark home. Deservingly exhausted and already drifting to his too-sweet sakura mochi to stimulate his brain before he worked on his imposing mound of paperwork. Stuffing two or more pieces of mochi into his mouth before moving to his dresser to grab a pair of clean clothes and shower.

He finally swallows the mochi in his mouth, his adam apple bobbing with the action. Stripping off his uniform jacket and shirt, Gojo notices the blooming purple mark on his shoulder blade. Damn nullifying cursed technique. 

He got too sloppy today. His hand reaches to test the bruise, watching the purple blob shift with  his back muscles. Folding himself into a crouch he grabs ointment for after his shower. After washing, rinsing, and scrubbing his body until it was red and raw Gojo pumps a few dollops of his lotion and rubs it into his heated skin and the ointment for that nasty bruise.

Finally pulling clean clothes on, not bothering with his blindfold, leaving it by the sink.

After cleansing himself, he begrudgingly drags his feet to his office. Almost reading to face his mountain of mission reports. Why did he even have to fill these things out? Missions went faster than blinking for him.

Just as his fingers hovered over the papers and his keyboard, Gojo’s phone buzzed with a text from you.

loml:

| im bored lets do smth satoru

blue eyed freak:

| nanamin gave me even more work tho T-T

loml:

| get a load of this guy

| when have you ever done ur work?

Oh you can get my load, no, no. Delete, delete. Don’t be weird Gojo. Still you had a point.

blue eyed freak:

| you know me too well…

| what do you even want to do?

| get something greasy?

loml:

| a new burger joint did just open up 👀👀

| im down if ur down

blue eyed freak:

| consider me down 

| courtyard in 10?

loml: 

| ok its a date then!

“Yeah a date…” he giggled to himself in his empty office. Kicking his feet he huffs out another giggle, “Date.” As he was caught up in his delusions, Gojo missed the orchid petal that fell out of his mouth.

His huge smile didn’t falter as he got ready, spending a good five minutes just deciding if his outfit made him look hot or not. Eventually settling on one of those tight shirts that the women usually liked and a pair of loose grey jeans.

Pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, he triple checks he has everything before teleporting just outside the courtyard so it seemed like he walked. (He was almost late) Finally arriving at your meet spot Gojo stopped dead in his tracks.

Aren’t you just stunning? So soft looking with that flowery sundress, twisting and twirling a lock of your hair. Now he felt bad for ruining this sight as you caught him staring and walked up to him.

“You ready to go? I’ll lead the way. It’s near enough to walk.” Gojo could only dumbly nod and follow you like a lost puppy.

As the day went on, he was a gentleman through and through. Opening doors for you, paying for everything, even carrying your purse when you asked. Though you guys did get sidetracked and did more than get burgers and got lost…

“Damn, when’d it get so late?” Gojo muttered, you just shrugged tiredly. “Come on, don’t fall asleep on me now. I’ll get us a cab back, just hang tight.” he reassured you. You tried to reach for his hand to keep yourself steady, but he just jerked back his hand. Shoving his hand into his pocket before he broke into a coughing fit.

He swerved around, facing his back to you as he harshly coughed into his hand. “Hey, are you okay, Satoru?” When you tried to place a hand on his back, he weakly swatted it away. “I’m f-fine!”

Once the coughing died down, he pulled his hand back from his face. “What the fuck?..” he whispered to himself as he stared down at the pale pink petals in his palm. That were now stained with his own blood. 

Gojo crushed the orchid petals when he closed his fingers around them, stuffing them in his pocket. “I’m fine.” he repeated as he wiped the blood from his lips.

“You know I’ll just teleport us home, ‘kay? I think something came up.”

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird-” Gojo just gripped your hand and suddenly you're at your doorstep. As soon as you got your bearings, Gojo blurted out, “Okay,Ihadagreattime.Haveagoodnight,sleepwell!” Just like that he was gone.

His front door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing throughout his house while his chest heaved with panic. Eyes wide as he slapped a hand over his mouth, as more petals slipped through the spaces between his fingers.

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You saw Satoru very little after that night. Left wondering if you did something wrong. Maybe you were too forward? Who knows.

For a bit you’d catch him behind a building, but whenever you did he was always coughing. When he’d catch you staring he’d teleport away. You chased after him each time, only to find pale pink orchid petals in his place.

Was he allergic to orchids? You did wear orchid scented perfume around him that night…

Now you felt bad, maybe that’s why he was avoiding you.

loml:

| gm!

| wanna go somewhere for breakfast??

| we should get croissants

| hey how was ur day?

| saw you earlier 

| thinking about u

| got u ur favorite mochi

| why have you been such a stranger recently?

| everyone is asking where u are…

| are you seriously going to leave me on read?

| everyone misses u

| including me (even nanami)

| that’s it im coming over

blue eyed freak:

| pls dnt

loml:

| now you wanna answer me?

| too late im coming

When you arrived at Satoru’s house the house itself seemed dead and desaturated. You tried calling him, only to hear his ringtone echo throughout the house and through the door for you to hear. You tried to call him again. You knocked over and over again to no avail.

After many failed attempts of trying to have him let you in, you searched for his spare key. Audibly hearing the lock come undone, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

God, what happened to his house? Orchid petals, some crushed, some intact and blood, where likely tried to clean up but just couldn’t keep up, nearly everywhere. The house too quiet. Before you could inspect further you hear this hoarse retching and coughing coming from the bathroom.

You rush to the sound, stopping in the doorway when you find him.

There’s where Satoru is. Strong frame now hunched over and quivering above the toilet seat, coughing up copious amounts of orchids amidst a thin stream of crimson coming from his throat. With blood decorating the skin around his mouth and pure exhaustion etched into his eyes. Disheveled ivory hair held back with a hand. For someone usually so alert it takes him a moment before he realizes that you’re there.

“I-I told you not to,” more coughing. “Come…”

Dropping to your knees next to Satoru, turning his face to yours with shaky hands as your eyes well up with tears. “Oh my goodness what’s wrong? Is this why you’ve been avoiding us? Why couldn’t you tell me?...”

“Why do you care? I-I’m fine… The strongest always gets back on his feet.” he coughs again, but you don’t mind the blood that splatters across your cheek or the petal that lands on your nose. You just keep holding his face.

“Satoru, you're not answering my question.” your voice cracks, a tear slipping down your cheek turning red once passing that splotch of wine red.

“Why are you here? Just go. I’m not w-weak like this.” his lip shakes like he’s trying not to cry as well, chest heaving with the effort of trying to breathe properly with the rapidly blooming flowers in his lungs.

“Because I was worried, Satoru! Because I love you and you don’t get how scared I got when you just… disappeared!” you whimpered out, letting the tears fall freely.

“You l-love me?” he inhales eyes widening, the first clear breath he’s had after all of this started. Nothing clogging his airways now.

“More than anything…” you quietly sigh out, tears streaming down your face. 

The entire room just… stops.

Satoru freezes.

His breathing, which had been ragged and shallow for days, suddenly stills. Slowly, almost cautiously, he inhales.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, the breath goes in cleanly.

No stabbing pain in his chest. No petals catching in his throat. No blood.

Just air.

His eyes widened slightly, realization hitting him all at once. The disease is gone.

And the emotional release after days of suffering hit him all at once.

He doesn’t even try to hold himself up anymore.

He just collapses forward into you.

For someone as big and strong as him, the way he clings to you is almost startling. His arms wrap around you tightly. Like he’s afraid that if he loosens his grip even a little you might disappear.

His face presses into your shoulder, breath still shaky but finally steady. And then, very quietly, almost like he’s afraid to say it too loudly in case the moment disappears…

“I love you.”

The words are barely above a whisper.

He says them again. And again. Over and over, like he’s making up for all the times he never thought he’d get the chance to say them.

Just soft, exhausted, and completely sincere while he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You hold him, just like he’s always needed to be held, playing with his hair like it’s the most natural thing ever. Because to you… It is.

Then Satoru speaks up again, his voice incredibly soft and a tad hoarse still, “Can I kiss you?.. Please?..” You barely nod before he’s pressing his lips to yours. His mouth tasting of blood and pollen, smearing his blood across your lips like velvet lip gloss.

Satoru paused, his breath catching as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth, unable to pull away. Seemingly after getting a taste of you, his exhaustion disappeared, sliding his forearm from your lower back to under your ass lifting you easily into his bedroom.

Toppling onto his bed he lands on you before rolling onto his side. Taking both of your hands into his and kissing each of your knuckles, his lips lingering on your left ring finger. Finally kissing your lips one more time with a dramatic mwahh! As he holds your hands against his face.

“Can’t believe I get to have you like this now… What did I do to get so lucky?”

“You deserve it, Satoru.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He ends up kissing you again, making up for lost time. Then eventually slipping his tongue into your mouth taking it slower this time though. Savoring it. Like your mouth was the sweetest mochi he has ever had.

Pulling you on top of him he kneaded the fat of your hips, prodding your pulse point with his nose. Moving upward, pressing his cheek to yours as if there’s too much space between you. Slipping his hands under your shirt he traces little hearts along your sides.

Kissing his way down your neck Satoru sucks at your collarbone, nipping then laving over it with his tongue. This draws a small moan out from you, which he pauses at. “Oh?” he breathes out, before a shit eating grin forms on his face

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No only an hour later does Satoru have you face down into his pillows as he slowly plows into you from behind. A creamy froth already forming at the base of his cock as he slowly pushes in and out, nuzzling his face between your shoulder blades.

“Mmmph… do you even know how warm you are?.. How fucking soaked you are f’me?” he sighs into your skin, never have felt so… satisfied before. “Even better than I imagined…”

With every thrust against your g-spot makes your cunt throb and grip the sheets a bit harder. “‘S too much, ‘Toru…”

“You can take it.” he encourages pressing his palm against the bulge of your stomach, making some of your combined cum gush out around his dick. Taking your hair and moving it aside to kiss your nape, “You’re already taking me so well… J-Just a lil’ more, darling.” That’s when he started faltering, his breathe getting shaky and thrusts getting sloppier and faster.

“Oh g-god… don’t clench around me li-like that..” Satoru whines against your neck.

“‘M close, S’toru…” you said as you tread your fingers through his hair.

“Me too…” he reaches down and pinches your clit, making you yelp and pull on his hair, drawing a deep moan from Satoru. Picking up his pace, his hips slapping against your ass. Going even faster, slamming his tip against your cervix, dragging his veins along your goey, melty walls.

He leaks more pre against the end of your pussy before he fully unloads into you. Filled you to the brim for nth time with his sticky, webby, warmth. Doing shallow lil’ thrust back n’ forth drawing both of your highs out.

After finishing stuffing you full he just crashes on top of you. “Mm, fuck… Love you, sweets…” He keeps you plugged up with his softening cock peppering the side of your face with kisses. “Waited so long to do this…”

“Mhmm..” you try to move, feelling Satoru’s cum sloshin’ around in you made you stop.

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After a couple of months dating Yuji caught you making out during lunch, to which you had to explain that you had been dating Satoru to your students and Satoru had to explain his profound love for you to his students. In reality he was just happy now that you could hold hands in public. Or steal your food without being sneaky about it. Or not having to pretend he doesn’t love you with every ounce of his heart.

Then when a year passed and a mysterious metal band appeared on Satoru’s finger he just had to rant about how he was now engaged to the most beautiful, amazing, smart, sexy woman in the entire universe in a dreamy tone. Who then proceeded to invite his students to his up coming wedding.

When on that one day with his hair somewhat tamed and his heart pounding in his chest as he watches you walk down the aisle, with that bouquet of orchids. The same pale pink ones that fill every vase at the venue. And Satoru swore he wasn’t going to cry during vows but can feel his eyes getting glassy from just seeing you pull out your flashcard.

As Satoru leans in he can’t help but be excited for what the rest of his life will be like with you.

CASE NO.1 : CLOSED ~ LOVE RETURNED! ♡♡♡

A/N. I hope you enjoyed lovelys its up to you if you guys have kids but toru wants at least seven. sukuna is brewing next possibly...

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