Everyone on campus knowing youβre together because this man physically cannot stop touching you. Getting dragged to ridiculous frat events only for Gojo to spend half the night attached to your side anyway. Him introducing you like youβre the best thing thatβs ever happened to him.
βYeah, I know. Theyβre gorgeous. Try not to cry about it.β
Fratjo acting like a menace publicly but becoming unexpectedly soft in private. The second youβre alone together, heβs pulling you into his chest and asking about your day genuinely. Riding in his expensive car while he blasts music way too loudly and sings terribly on purpose.
Him absolutely thriving off making you flustered in public. Whispering things in your ear. Kissing your cheek unexpectedly. Grinning every time you glare at him.
Fratjo being weirdly good at taking care of you after parties. Water bottles already waiting. Taking your makeup off gently if youβre sleepy. Carrying you upstairs without complaint.
He definitely starts fights over you. Not physically most of the time, but verbally? Oh absolutely. Somebody disrespects you and suddenly Gojoβs smile turns dangerous.
Movie nights in his room turning into him ignoring the movie completely because heβd rather bother you. Him stealing your attention constantly.
βStop looking at your phone.β
βWhy?β
βLook at me instead.β
Fratjo LOVES showing you off. Not in a shallow way. Heβs genuinely proud to be yours. You discovering he gets clingier when heβs tired or drunk. Suddenly this overly confident man is laying across you mumbling:
βYouβre comfy.β
Underneath all the flirting and arrogance, Fratjo gets attached frighteningly hard once heβs in love. He starts treating you like home without even realizing it. Loving Fratjo means loving, late-night fast food runs, parties ending with rooftop conversations, expensive hoodies stolen permanently, sleepy forehead kisses, loud laughter hiding genuine loneliness, a boy who acts untouchable but looks at you like youβre the safest thing heβs ever found.
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The entire Naoya Zenin estate had gone silent the moment the servant announced the results. A girl. You sat stiffly on the engawa outside Naoyaβs room, hands resting protectively over your stomach while anxiety twisted painfully in your chest. Because the Zenin clan did not celebrate daughters.
Not unless they were useful. Not unless they inherited something valuable. And even then, women in the clan were treated as lesser. You already knew what people whispered about you behind closed doors.
At least she gave him sons first. Two boys had secured your position enough to survive. Your eldest already followed Naoya around with wide admiring eyes, while your second son had inherited your calmer nature entirely. But this child? A daughter. You had spent the entire morning preparing yourself for disappointment. For coldness. For Naoyaβs irritation.
The sliding door suddenly opened behind you. Servants immediately lowered their heads as Naoya Zenin stepped outside. Beautiful. Arrogant. Dangerous. His sharp gaze settled on you instantly. Then drifted toward your stomach. You braced yourself. Instead.
βShe healthy?β
You blinked.
βWhat?β
βThe baby,β Naoya said impatiently. βIs she healthy?β
The question caught you so off guard that it took a second to answer.
βYes. They said everything looks fine.β
A strange silence followed. Naoya crouched in front of you, one arm draped lazily over his knee as he stared at your stomach with unreadable eyes.
βA girl,β he muttered.
You swallowed nervously. βIf youβre unhappyββ
βWho said that?β
His tone snapped hard enough to make you flinch. Naoya noticed immediately. And irritation crossed his face, not at you. At himself. He clicked his tongue softly before reaching out, resting a hand against your stomach. The gesture was awkward. Unpracticed.
βSheβll have my face,β he decided.
You stared at him.
βThatβs your concern?β
βObviously.β
A tiny smirk tugged at his lips then.
βAnd if she inherits your eyes too, the clanβs finished.β
You could only blink at him in confusion. Because this wasnβt the reaction you expected. Not from him. Naoya leaned closer suddenly, voice lowering.
βTheyβll try to treat her differently.β
The amusement in his expression disappeared entirely.
βAnd theyβll regret it.β
Your breath caught. You had seen Naoya cruel. Mocking. Merciless. But this? This was protective. Possessive. Dangerously sincere.
βSheβs my daughter,β he said simply, like that alone should terrify the entire clan. βNobody touches what belongs to me.β
The words should not have made warmth bloom in your chest the way they did. But then his hand slid carefully over your stomach again, slower this time. Almost gentle. And for a brief moment, the infamous heir of the Zenin clan looked strangely soft.
βWhat if she hates this place?β you asked quietly.
Naoya snorted.
βSheβll fit right in then.β
You laughed before you could stop yourself. His eyes flicked toward you immediately at the sound, sharp features softening almost imperceptibly.
βYouβve been worried all day over this?β
βA little.β
βThatβs stupid.β
You glared weakly. βNaoya.β
βI mean it.β He stood, then tilted your chin upward firmly. βBoy or girl, sheβs still mine.β
His thumb brushed your cheek once.
βSheβll be spoiled rotten.β
From inside the estate, your two sons came sprinting down the hallway after overhearing the news.
βFather! Is it true?!β
βA sister?!β
Your youngest nearly tripped over his own feet trying to reach you first. Naoya caught him one-handed effortlessly before the child faceplanted into the wooden floor.
βA little dignity,β he muttered.
But there was no real bite to it. Your eldest looked horrified suddenly.
βWaitβ¦ does this mean sheβll cry a lot?β
Naoya immediately answered.
βProbably.β
βAnd break things?β
βYes.β
βAnd steal my stuff?!β
βDefinitely.β
The boys gasped in betrayal. You covered your mouth trying not to laugh while Naoya smirked faintly beside you. Then, quieter, low enough only you could hear.
That's all for now because I can't think of anything else π but I might add a few in the future if I get the idea ?
Anyways I also won't be writing certain stuff and for certain characters ! I'll also mention that.
Rules :
I will not be writing for characters who are depicted to have SA'd other characters in the anime/show.
I might write nsfw in the future but i won't write certain kinks.
I will not write SA or even implied SA.
No weird kinks (again but uhh)
I also won't write anything related to intense physical violence (like yk maso/sadist stuff). I just feel a bit uncomfortable writing that stuff.
No large age gaps too ! I mean I'll write for age gap but just not anything too weird.
I also won't write for those shota con or anything that involves children bc that's creepy and weird asf (grow tf up and protect children).
Also no cannibalism please ! π
You can send requests for characters of your interest with scenarios too ! But if it includes race, sexuality, cultures, medical conditions that I am unfamiliar with it might take me quite a while to write since I don't have wanna do it half-assed. (I'll try my best to learn about it and then write !).
That's all !
If there's anything wrong with my posts/ writing please do mention it and I will correct myself and won't repeat it again. π
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βYour life back home was a collection of warm, golden moments: the smell of your motherβs spicy fried rice wafting through the kitchen, the chaotic laughter of your one-year-old brother as he chased the cat, and the simple peace of a Sunday afternoon. You were the eldest, the one who was supposed to graduate from your vocational school, get a steady job, and be the pillar for your family.
βBut the world had other plans. It started with the "shadows"βhorrors only you could see, clinging to the ceilings of the train or whispering in dark alleys. You lived in perpetual, silent terror, keeping your "hallucinations" a secret to protect the people you loved.
βThe breaking point happened on a rainy Tuesday. You were walking home with your baby brother in his stroller when a massive, rotting Grade 2 Curse loomed over the playground. Panic didn't make you a hero; it made you desperate. As the Curse lunged toward the stroller, you shielded it with your body and screamed, "Get away! Youβre late for dinner! Your mother is waiting for you at the shrine!"
βYou felt a cold, jagged pull in your chestβa needle threading through your soul. The Memory Stitch worked. The Curse believed the lie and drifted away. But a man named Gojo Satoru found you shortly after. He gave you a choice: stay and let your energy attract more monsters to your family, or leave to control it. You chose to leave, telling your parents you got a prestigious scholarship in Tokyo. You kissed your brotherβs forehead and walked away with a heart heavy with the debt of their safety.
β"ROPPONGI! WE'RE GOING TO ROPPONGI! YEAAAAHHH!"
βThe train is rattling toward the city, but your excitement is louder than the tracks. You are practically vibrating, standing between Itadori and Nobara. Unlike Megumi, who looks like heβs attending a funeral, you are wide-eyed, clutching your bag with a massive grin.
β"I heard thereβs a huge department store there with the most amazing stationery!" you chime in, your voice jumping an octave. "And the lights! Iβve only ever seen Roppongi in magazines back at my place!"
β"Finally, someone with taste!" Nobara shouts, pointing a finger at you. "Weβre going to eat expensive sushi and take so many pictures! We're gonna be city kids today!"
β"I want to see the Ginza line transfer!" Itadori adds, his energy matching yours. "Gojo-sensei, you're the best! I thought we'd be doing boring training all day!"
βYou feel a rare spark of pure joy. Maybe being a Sorcerer isn't just about blood and fear. Maybe itβs about seeing the world youβve only dreamed of with new friends. You even imagine buying a small toy for your brother with your first allowance.
βBut as you step off the train, the "glamour" vanishes. Gojo Satoru doesn't lead you to a mall or a sushi bar. He leads the group to a dark, rotting apartment complex shrouded in a heavy, ominous "Curtain."
β"Wait," you whisper, your smile crumbling as Gojo stops in front of the entrance. "Where are the lights? Where is the Roppongi from the magazines?"
β"There's a Curse in there," Gojo says, leaning back casually with a smirk that makes you want to scream. "Consider this a field test. You threeβItadori, Nobara, and [Name]βget in there and clear it out. Oh, and try not to get eaten."
β"YOU LIAR!" Nobara screams, shaking her fist at him. "YOU TOTALLY PLAYED US!"
βYour stomach drops. You weren't invited for a fun day out; you were brought here to be bait. You look at the dark, hollow entrance, the old terror rushing back. Megumi stays behind with Gojo, looking plain as always (you wonder if he'seven care at this point), while you forced follow a fuming Nobara and a confused Itadori into the rot-smelling darkness.
β"Iβm taking the upper floors," Nobara declares, her voice echoing in the hollow hallway. "Don't get in my way, you two!"
β"Wait, Nobara, maybe we shouldβ"
βBefore you can finish, the floorboards beneath you groan and give way. You let out a short, pathetic yelp as you slide down a chute of rubble and dust, landing hard in the pitch-black sub-basement. You are alone. Your flashlight flickers, revealing a spindly, one-eyed Curse crouching in the corner. It's a Grade 3βfast, hungry, and currently lunging straight for your throat.
βPanic surges, but instead of running, you reach out with a shaking hand.
β"Wait!" you scream, your voice cracking. "You can't eat me! We're playing tag, and you're 'it'! You haven't even finished counting to fifty yet!"
βThe Memory Stitch snaps into place. The Curse freezes mid-air. Its predatory instinct is suddenly overwritten by a forced, jagged memory of a playground. It "remembers" the rules. It settles onto its spindly legs, turns its back to you, and starts making a rhythmic, clicking soundβcounting.
βI have to kill it now. Before the lie breaks.
βYou look around for a weapon. Thereβs no sword, no hammer. Just a heavy, rusted industrial fire extinguisher that had fallen off its bracket years ago. You don't strike a heroic pose. You stumble toward the counting monster, lift the heavy tank over your head with a strained grunt, and belly-flop forward.
βThe nozzle accidentally jams into the Curseβs open mouth just as you pull the trigger in your panic.
βPshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
βA massive cloud of white chemical powder explodes, filling the Curse's throat and its giant eye. It shrieksβa muffled, chalky soundβand starts thrashing blindly. In your desperate attempt to pull the extinguisher back, you trip, swinging the heavy metal tank like a pendulum.
βCLANG.
βIt hits the Curseβs skull with a sickening thud. Between the chemical suffocation and the blunt force, the Curseβs energy shatters. It dissolves into black soot, leaving you lying on the floor, covered head-to-toe in white powder. You look like a flour-covered ghost. Your breath is heavy and fast, your eyes still wide in fear. You look around and found a new problem.
βBy the time you find your way back to the lobby, Nobara is dragging a rescued kid and Itadori is looking for you. Gojo and Megumi are waiting at the entrance. Gojo takes one look at youβcompletely white, smelling like industrial chemicals, and shakingβand his shoulders start to vibrate with suppressed laughter.
β"What happened to you?" Nobara asks, disgusted. "Did you fall into a bakery or something?"
β"I used... a blinding-smoke technique," you mutter, looking at the floor to hide your burning face. "And a... heavy-pressure strike."
β"Good job," Gojo says. He reaches out and takes the boyβs hand. "Iβll take this kid home first. You guys wait here."
βYou watch them walk away, standing in silence with the others. Youβre busy frantically brushing the white chemical powder off your uniform, your hands still shaking. You don't say a word. You're exhausted, and still annoyed bye the lie your teacher gave to you and the others.
βWhen he finally returns, he leads the way to the promised meal.
β"Alright! Since everyone survivedβitβs time for food!"
β"SUSHI! SUSHI! SUSHI!" You, Itadori and Nobara shout excitedly. Suddenly you forget that you still mad.
βAt least heβs keeping his word about the food. You follow at the back, your anger at being lied to softening just a little as the prospect of a real Tokyo meal becomes a reality.
β"Hey! Hurry up, [Name]!" Nobara yells from up ahead, waving her arm. "If you're slow, I'm eating your share!"
βYou look up to see Itadori teasing Megumi for being pouty because he can't join and finish off some curse. You sigh, walking faster to join them under the blinding neon lights of Roppongi.
βJust keep lying, you think, wiping powder from your eyes. Because the truth is just too much to handle.
a/n: hellooo this is my first fanfic ever, i've been thinking about this story for soooo long and i cant help but want to share it with u guysss!! i hope u guys like this first chap!!<3
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You lived like any ordinary person, each day repeating like a loop. But everything changed the moment you woke up in a world you never dreamed of seeing.
Gojo would fall in love with a human full of life. Introverted or extroverted but just full of life. And willing to share it too; cooks at home and brings it over. Eats out only on special occasions so that it feels more βspecialβ. Takes a moment to smell the roses and maybe push him into the bushes too. Sit at a bench and just admire the scenery. Help him enjoy life instead of blitz right through it; help him slow down in his untimely race to his death. His life is so fast paced, with so many things constantly around him; students, teachers, curses, that I feel like he forgets that he needs a minute sometimes. Heβs not a machine and he canβt live like that. Heβd love someone who teaches him how to live, even if he knows he can never truly learn it.
