#scarjo

scarjo ruin my life. please.

satoru gojo has more scars than he can count now.

the battle with sukuna left him with silver threads that never quite fade all over his body, some small, some bigger. one thick scar runs straight through his stomach and his arms. reversed cursed technique patched the worst of it, but it couldn’t erase the evidence.

he’s still the strongest. still untouchable in a fight. but when the blindfold comes off and he catches his reflection, the man staring back is a stranger.

then there’s you.

new transfer from somewhere far away, young and untouched by the worst the jujutsu world can throw. soft where everything else is sharp. gentle hands that haven’t had to kill yet, gentle voice that still believes in happy endings, gentle eyes that haven’t learned to look away from ugliness.

you’re here for the exchange program and the first time satoru sees you in the courtyard he feels something behind his ribs.

a crush.

he hates how juvenile it feels. he’s thirty. the strongest sorcerer alive. he’s supposed to be beyond this—beyond stolen glances across the training field, beyond the stupid flutter in his chest when you say his name, beyond the way his infinity shields you instinctively from a falling leaf even though you’re perfectly safe.

he feels like a teenager again; he can’t remember the last time he felt this way.

he catches you staring once. just once. you’re in the hallway after a briefing, and he’s leaning against the wall with his sleeves pushed up because the room had been stuffy. he normally doesn’t do that anymore. too aware of the way people’s eyes slide away, too tired of the pity or the fear.

but you didn’t look away. your gaze lingered.

he wonders what you thought that day. when you saw them. his scars. did you think they are ugly? did you think about how everyone fears him now? did you see a man who’s only good for violence now?

he’s the strongest.

but right now he feels small. ugly. unworthy.

and he wonders if someone like you could ever look at someone like him and not flinch.

His fingers trembled at random times due from the abuse of his technique, his temporal lobe was damaged due to his abuse of reverse curse technique, and scars. So many scars all over his body acting as a mocking symbol in his eyes of everything he went through during the fight.

Satoru was cleared out of Shokos care after 2 weeks and finally was back at home. Seated on the couch shirt off - sunglasses on the tip of his nose, long legs sprawled out with his back slouched trying to dull the pain of the big jagged scar across his abs though nothing really dulled any of the pain throughout his body. except for you, You made his brain forget everything that happened.

“open up.” your tender voice rang through his ears making him turn his head back to the side, his lips part slowly allowing you to so gently bring the spoon to his lips feeding him another bite of the soft vanilla cake hoping that the sugar would stimulate his brain.

He chewed slower. wincing a bit here and there as he chewed and swallowed the small bite of cake.

“you must think i’m weak now,” he mumbled under his breath loud enough for you to hear the degrading words he thought of himself.

setting the plate down your hand gently goes to his cheek tracing the long scar painted on his soft skin your finger tip laced with love that he could sense.

“i don’t think that,” your soft reassurance didn’t really so any good for his insecurities. And of course you noticed, you always noticed the smallest details about him that sometimes it even scared him.

“i think your scars are so beautiful,” your finger trails down to the ones on his chest. Big ones - small ones, faded ones, along with bright angry red one that painted his chest. Your soft finger tip makes its way to a specific one that was red right above where his heart was beating, your finger tip could feel his soft heartbeat that secured some of your worries.

“this one is my favorite cause it reminds me where your heart is-,” your finger travels down to the big angry one across his abdomen. The one that would’ve cost him his entire life if it went all the way through. “i love this one the most. reminds me of just how precious you are,” his muscles tense under your finger tip. Your words were so sweet and tender making his eyes soften as he watch your finger tip continue to trace each scar on his abdomen and chest.

“i like to think of them as little pathways to the things i love most about you. like the scars on your chest are little pathways to your heart, and the ones of your cheeks are little pathways to your eyes.” you softly say as your finger tips continue to tenderly trace each scar, Satoru didn’t say anything. Your words struck him a little too much that it made the entire room silent.

His hand reaches out taking your hand that was tracing his scars you could feel the light tremble in his fingers as they interlocked with yours. lifting your head up meeting his gaze finally his eyes were soft and his once bull eyes now slightly dull. His other hand comes out gently cupping your cheek as he stared at you in silence, his dull blue eyes taking in every little detail on your face.

“Didn’t know my scars would turn my wife into a big sap for me,” his lips turning into a small tender smirk. making you let out a breathy giggle knowing in the back of your mind your reassurance worked on him.

“you’re like a tiger now,” you giggle looking at him with so much love. his finger brushed against your cheek his lips turning into a small smile as he let out his own soft chuckle.

“are you saying i look like an animal now?” he teased, his usual playfulness rekindling again after weeks of him being serious and closed off.

Your free hand comes out cupping his trembling hand. “maybe,” you teased back with a small giggle making Satoru rolls his eyes fondling.

You lean up on to your knees that were planted on the couch cushion beside his thick thigh, lips tenderly kissing the long scar on his cheek before pulling away looking into his eyes once more.

“now how about you finish your cake so your brain doesn’t go fuzzy on me, then we can take a nap together.” Satoru just nodded letting out a soft sigh watching you retrieve the plate that was safely on the coffee table.

He knew it would take a while for him to get use to his scars, to everything. But he also knew he had you right by his side nursing him back to his old self again.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐊𝐔!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

death was the only way to escape the jujutsu world. rundown by the life you were born into, you search for rest. but your trip to the snowy japanese mountains takes a cold turn when a blizzard knocks your car off course. cold and injured, you accept your fate. until a rigid stranger drags you from the snow and tells you with dry finality that you won't leave until the storm passes. he won't tell you his name nor why the barrier around his humble cabin is as strong as it is. but the snow only melts away to reveal one truth: the man who saved you is supposed to be dead.

♡ ₊˚‧ cw. canon divergent :: angst :: isolation :: survivor's guilt :: ptsd :: emotional repression :: loss of purpose :: grief :: codependency :: burnout :: smut :: slow burn :: forced proximity :: scarjo :: touch starvation :: age gap ( 40s/30s ) :: strong vs weak :: traumatised!satoru

♡ ₊˚‧ sweetheart. this series was commissioned by @juneburrow <3 thank you sweetie!

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 01 :: the wreckage

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 02 :: ghost

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 03 :: the barrier

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 04 :: bones in the snow

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 05 :: the name

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 06 :: cold war

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 07 :: blood on the door

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 08 :: don't look at me

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 09 :: meat & silence

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 10 :: the breathing gets closer

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 11 :: sleepwalker

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 12 :: a room that was locked

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 13 :: first fire

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 14 :: what he did

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 15 :: the road opens

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 16 :: return

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 17 :: breathing room

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 18 :: first & only

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 19 :: the ice doesn't break, but it moves

۫ ׅ ✧ chapter 20 :: stillness

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morning light spills through the curtains in soft gold, warming the room.

satoru is only half-awake, which means he’s quiet in a way the world rarely gets to see. right now he‘s just your husband, shirtless and his hair a little messy from sleep, lying on his side facing you.

you look down his body, until the long scar crossing his abdomen comes into view.

even softened by time, it cuts through him like a memory that refuses to leave. like the world tried to end him and failed, but left proof anyway.

your fingers move before you think.

you trace his chest, over the old healed lines, over all the injures he had to endure. and when you reach that scar, your touch slows instantly, like your hands already know where to soften.

he exhales, like he’s fully awake now.

“do you think my scars are ugly?” he asks, a small frown on his face.

that catches you off guard.

you look up at him properly now, taking in the details you usually miss when he’s performing his usual confidence— the faint tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders aren’t as relaxed as they pretend to be.

he stands in front of the bathroom mirror longer than usual—staring at the pink irregular lines across his face, arms, and neck. the stares he gets from others out in public judging him silently.

but all satoru could think about was you.

he was never much intimate with you anymore-barely wanting to look you in the eyes. his scars being a reminder of how strong his opponent truly was. you would caress his face—he’d flinch. the trauma and flashbacks not being able to leave him.

you had just got back from running errands. there gojo was on the couch relaxing. his legs kicked up and head thrown back with his eyes shut. the fluffy white locs on his head are messy but so beautiful. it was nice to see him like this.

“toru. im back. i got you some mochi while i was out.” you beamed.

he got up from the couch and headed towards you. a grin forming on his face as he hears the crinkling of the bags.

“thank you, baby” he murmured, but you could still hear the gloom in his voice.

your smile altered into a frown. you hated seeing him like this. “what’s wrong?”

no response from him-just a sluggish shrug.

“toru… talk to me. please.” you pleaded as your soft hands reached up to caress his face like you usually did. again, another flinch.

“i don’t like it”

“don’t like what?”

“my face, the scars, me. all of it.”

“baby-“

“i used to be such a confident person. my looks were something i could boast about without being ashamed. now i don’t even recognize myself anymore—i don’t even know what you think of me anymore. do you they’re ugly?”

you quickly but gently grabbed the sides of his face.

“no. never. not a chance.”

he didn’t say anything, just avoided your gaze.

“satoru. i understand how you’re feeling, and thank you for being vulnerable around me about this. i cannot change how you view yourself, but what i can tell you is that you’re still the same beautiful man i met.”

he slowly moved his cerulean eyes back to yours.

“and i’m not just talking about your looks. your personality and the way you care for others— that you put your own life on the line, is beautiful. do not let your scars define you. don’t let it make you feel like you’re any less perfect than what you’ve always been. because each and every inch of you is perfect. your scars are perfect, and are a reminder how you gave it your best and how much of a good fight you put up.”

you reached on your tip toes and gave him a small soft kiss on his pointed nose.

“your scars don’t bother me because they aren’t just what i see when i look at you. i need you to trust me on that. you are indeed still the hottest man ever and i still get butterflies when you even look at me.”

giving you a smug smirk, he mirrored your words back at you. “the hottest, huh?”

“asshole don’t ruin the moment.” you chuckled.

the both of you stared at each other for a moment before you eventually spoke again.

“I’m serious, though. i love you satoru. you’re not ugly. not on the inside or outside.”

he tilted his head down a bit to give you a kiss on the top of yours.

“i love you.”

you smiled.

“and i’ll always love you.”