Can you do Gojo Satoru x reader (also his age like idk they went to schopl together) and they r dating but the reader almost dies and then treats their death mockingly as if as a joke? How would Gojo react?
summary: death has always been a joke to you, but your boyfriend isn't very pleased with your sick sense of humor.
tw: canon typical violence, near-death experience, cussing, pre-hidden inventory arc, hurt to comfort
a/n: your wish is my command lovely anon! sorry it took me a bit to complete! you're my first ever ask, so i hope this is what you wanted <3
satoru is currently walking through the courtyard of jujutsu tech. it's his second year as a student and his reputation as the strongest grows by the day. he feels incredibly lucky to have met his friends, such as suguru and ieiri.
the bright-eyed first year who caught his attention the minute you walked through the doors of the school. shyly introducing yourself, holding out your hand shakily with a timid smile adorning your breathtaking features.
satoru was starstruck, his brain short-circuited and he forgot how to fucking breathe. it took him at least 2 whole minutes to shake your hand and give you an adequate greeting.
as you walked away with nanami and haibara, satoru couldn't help but watch as you did. your hips swaying and hands swinging freely at your sides, laughing at something haibara said. god, satoru will never forget your smile for as long as he lives.
suguru about had to unleash a curse on his best friend to get him to come back to planet earth.
from that day forward, satoru knew that he had to have you. whatever satoru gojo wants, satoru gojo gets.
after a few months of pining and romantic gestures, satoru finally convinced you to go on a date. as the date was coming to a close, he kissed you under the vibrant lights on the city streets of tokyo. the only time that he ever hesitated was when he asked you to be his partner, to be the one who loved and cared for him despite his flaws.
satoru couldn't help but kiss you again the second you said yes, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of joy.
now, six months later, your relationship has bloomed into something exquisite. you've shared many laughs, cries, and tender moments that satoru cherishes deeply in his soul.
he currently walks to see yaga, something about having a new mission for him. you're supposed to be back from your own respective mission today and satoru hopes he'll get to see you before he leaves.
satoru hears his phone ringing from his pocket, he reaches down and grabs it, eyes scanning over the caller ID.
he furrows his brows, a bit confused as to why she would be calling. shrugging it off, he presses the green answer button and holds it up to his ear.
"shoko! to what do i owe the-"
the sound of her sniffling immediately stops satoru in his tracks.
"shoko? what's going on?"
he hears her clear her throat and she sighs. gojo chews the dead skin off his bottom lip anxiously, speculating what she could say next.
"something happened to y/n. we're in the medical wing."
satoru feels his heart drop straight to his stomach, eyes growing wide at her words. he thinks he mumbles something along the lines of i'm on my way, but he's not entirely sure. the blood rushing through his ears makes his hearing sound muffled.
he half-hazzardly shoves his phone back into his pocket, taking off toward the medical wing of the school. his thoughts consumed with nothing but you.
when satoru arrives, he's shocked by what he sees.
there you are, lying in the white cot with your eyes closed. your skin is abnormally pale, the vibrant glow you always held has now turned dull. you're wrapped in bandages and an IV drip is connected to the top of your hand.
satoru keeps his face blank, afraid that if he shows any emotion he will break down. internally, his brain is screaming for you, what could have possibly happened to you that you're in this condition?
he always swore to you that he'd protect you, not only was that his job as one of the strongest sorcerers of the age, but also as your devoted boyfriend.
"you know i will always protect you, right my love?"
you smiled sweetly at him, eyes crinkling at the corners and nose scrunching up adorably, "of course i know that toru."
that interaction plays in his head like a broken record. he wasn't there for you.
shoko approaches him cautiously, unsure of what her friend is thinking. satoru's face is void of emotions, but she can see the turmoil swimming in his eyes, even from behind his sunglasses. his usually radiant blue eyes are now dark and frigid.
shoko reaches her hand out to touch him, but pulls it back deciding against it. she knows satoru has to be on high alert right now, so surely his infinity is on.
satoru finally looks at shoko, remorse is written all over her face. her eyes are slightly downcast and there's a frown on her lips. she looks him up and down, trying to assess what he's feeling.
he looks back to you, "what happened?" satoru mumbles out, his voice is eerily calm, but there's a waver behind it.
shoko turns her gaze to where gojo's is, the events of the mission playing over in her head. she shakes her head, willing those images to go away.
"the intel was wrong. it was supposed to be a grade 3, but it was a grade 1."
satoru stays quiet as he takes in the information. he clenches his fists in anger, how could they possibly mistake something like that? their one miscalculation leads to the light of his life on their deathbed.
shoko takes his silence as her cue to continue, "the curse threw an attack aimed at me, but y/n threw themselves in front of me. they took the blow head on."
shoko hears the shake in her own voice and feels the tears begin to gather in her waterline. she always viewed you as a younger sibling, looking out for you and having your back whenever you would need her.
"i used my technique and healed them the best i could, but now we have to play the waiting game."
shoko turns to gojo after finishing her sentence and she becomes even more worried for him.
gojo's fists shake from how tightly he clutches down on them, his knuckles are extruding due to the force he is using. shoko can hear the grinding of his teeth with how brutally he is clenching them, any harder he might break a tooth.
before shoko can stop herself, she puts a comforting hand on his arm. she's shocked to find that his infinity is off.
shoko composes herself then, hand squeezing his arm comfortingly, "i'm so sorry gojo, i'm so so sorry."
satoru turns his eyes to her and sees the apologetic look she wears on her face. he sighs and lets go of his fists, shooting her a small smile, "it's not your fault shoko, don't blame yourself."
silence falls across the room then, the only sound being heard is the steady beeping of the heart monitor you're attached to. satoru and shoko are unable to stop staring at you, each of their hearts breaking in different ways for the state that you're in.
"i'm going to wait with them until they wake up."
gojo says nothing else as he plops himself in the uncomfortable chair next to your bedside. he grasps your hand in his, your hand is cold and it makes his insides twist.
shoko watches gojo for a moment, noting how gentle he is with you and the soft look in his eyes. she can physically see all of the love that walking behemoth holds for you.
she bows slightly and makes her way out of the room, running off to tell yaga what has happened and that gojo will not leave your side. she knows him well enough to know that he would cause an absolute shitstorm before anyone takes him away from you.
as soon as shoko leaves, satoru can't help the anxiety that eats away at him. all of the worst possible scenarios being the only thing he can think of.
he frowns deeply and uses his free hand to rub at his eyes, not wanting to shed any tears over something that may not happen.
satoru glides his thumb softly over your wrist, he's able to feel your pulse and it's weak. this causes him to sigh, taking in your figure and the injuries all over your skin.
"wake up soon my love, i'll be waiting."
you have no idea what time it must be when you wake up, the lighting in the room blinding you from how bright it is.
this causes you to squint your eyes, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden intrusion to your vision.
when you look around you, you see that your in a room in the medical wing of the school. since becoming a sorcerer, you've grown familiar with the disgusting hospital white that paints the walls. the smell alone making you scrunch up your face with how putrid it is.
after a few minutes of observation, you feel something in your left hand.
you look in that direction and see your beautiful boyfriend satoru. he is bent forward, laying his head on the bed you also lay in with his head resting on his forearms. his eyes are closed and he's snoring softly, a stark contrast to how tightly he is gripping your hand.
you can't help the small smile that finds its way to your lips, your free hand reaching for him. you run your fingers lightly through his snow-white hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
your movements cause him to stir, he faintly and his eyes blink open slowly.
he glances around the room briefly when his eyes finally find yours, the smile you wear is so tender that satoru believes it to be an illusion.
you try to speak to him but you start coughing violently, your throat dry from being asleep for so long.
satoru scrambles to your bedside table, grabbing the water cup and holding it to your lips.
you grasp at it and drink it quickly, your body feels as if it hasn't drank in days.
when you've finished the water, satoru plucks it from you and sets it back on the table. he faces you again and squeezes your hand, smiling at you affectionately, "welcome back, baby."
you return the loving smile and squeeze his hand back, a rasp to your voice, "hi."
satoru cradles your head, his eyes taking in every single feature on your face. his smile falters almost imperceptibly, his eyes looking directly into yours, "almost lost you there."
you wave him off, chuckling extraneously, "it's fine satoru, could've been worse."
his frown seems to deepen even more, "you almost died, baby. i don't understand how it could be worse."
you look around nonchalantly with a light expression on your face, "oh, i don't know, i could actually be dead."
satoru furrows his brows at you, pulling away from you slightly, "baby, i'm serious. you could have died."
you grin at him, honestly finding his serious behavior amusing, "it's no big deal toru."
satoru completely pulls away from you then, shocked by how your treating the situation, "no big deal? this is a big deal y/n."
you roll your eyes and snicker at him, hilarity dancing in your eyes, "no it's not satoru, it's just part of the job. although, that would not have been a cool way to go. only a grade one? come on." you groan out by the end, embarrassed that it wasn't a special grade that landed you here.
satoru is frozen in his spot, completely appalled at the way you're handling this. he thought of all the ways you would wake up, but he didn't account for this one.
sure, satoru has done incredibly reckless things, come on he's satoru gojo. he only commits those acts because he knows he has an insurance policy in place, his infinity. he's convinced the only thing that can kill him is himself.
you, however, do not have his technique.
yes, you're an incredibly powerful sorcerer, working your way up the ranks quickly. gojo believes that one day you'll sit beside him and suguru as the strongest.
but today is not that day.
you threw yourself at a walking hand grenade for fucks sake, the fact that you even survived is shocking. he's grateful to the gods that you did, but he only wishes you would take this a bit more earnestly.
satoru takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs back and forth absentmindedly.
"baby, i need you to listen to me carefully."
when he looks up at you, you're looking straight at him. you have a passive look on your face, a small smirk fixed on your lips, "satoru, i told you it's-"
satoru grip on your hands grows tighter, his eyebrows scrunching up in frustration and his eyes are full of anguish. he can't help the volume that his voice rises to, unable to hold back any longer, "no, no it's not fine! i almost fucking lost you today, and for what, because you decided to dive in front of something equivalent to a fucking missile?"
you roll your eyes at your boyfriend and yank your hands out of his grasp, your arms cross over your chest and you huff out in annoyance, the glare you send satoru cutting through your once light-hearted facade, "and what was i supposed to do? let shoko take the hit?"
satoru scoffs at that, the words spilling out of his mouth like an uncontrollable fire, "this isn't about shoko, this is about you. do you have no regard for your own life that you'd just throw it all away?"
you fire right back at him, annoyance beginning to boil in your gut and popping right out of the top, "i'm not throwing my fucking life away! shoko was about to be blown to smithereens! i accepted death when i became a sorcerer, have you?"
satoru cannot believe what he's hearing and it clearly shows on his face, his mouth morphs into a scowl and his eyes are so dark you can't even see his pupils anymore, "at least i wouldn't have wound up here, clinging to a life i obviously don't give a shit about."
the look on your face could kill anyone in a 5 mile radius, your eyes throwing daggers and your mouth shooting bullets, "maybe i should have died on that field, at least then i wouldn't have the honored one trying to dictate my life."
you're panting heavily, you can feel your body shaking with rage and you can hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly.
satoru is a different story.
his breathing is opposite of yours, it seems to have come to a halt. his pupils are blown wide and his mouth is open slightly, trying to see if he heard you correctly.
he sighs dejectedly and pinches the bridge of his nose. he's attempting to think of something to say, but he's coming up empty handed.
you hear him rustling about and turn your gaze back to him. you see him stand with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched and looking completely deflated.
he looks through you with an empty stare trying to mask the pain he's feeling, mouth pulled into a thin line, "you know what? fine. if you want to go on a suicide run, fine, do what you wish. i will have no part in it."
what he says next is like a harpoon being shot through your heart.
"if you are that willing to leave everything behind, i want no part of you either."
you feel as if the world has stopped spinning on its axis. the gravity of his words crushing you, turning you into mere atoms of a human being.
regret begins to wash over you, an apology sitting on the tip of your tongue but you can't form the words. your breaths are now coming out in short pants, your heart and lungs feel like they're being shattered from the inside.
"i love you more than my dreams would ever allow, but i still want to be able to love you and not your corpse."
you put your head in your hands, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. you dig your nails into your cranium with so much strength you think you broke skin.
you don't even know if satoru is still here, too engrossed in the thought of him leaving you.
to others, your relationship may seem like a juvenile affair, but that's not the case.
in the world of jujutsu, you see and experience a multitude of things that a teenager should never have to go through. you're sent off like soldiers to war, fighting against something that is greater than yourselves. death is simply inevitable, it's in the job description. some sorcerers thrive, while others wither away.
joking about your impending demise has been your way of coping with it. an unhealthy coping mechanism, but what else are you supposed to do? live your life too tentatively and miss out on the beauty it has to offer?
that's why you loved satoru.
he was always a ray of sunshine in your life. a shining star in your dark universe, providing light and warmth in his wake. the day he asked you to be his significant other, you were beyond happy. the delicate glances he gives you, the soft kisses he greets and leaves you with, the love that he reserves only for you.
all of these things make it easier to face the horrors every time you leave the school because you know when you come home, satoru will be waiting for you with open arms.
without him? you don't know what you would do.
realizing that not having him in your life might soon be a reality, you break down into a sob. the faucet behind your eyes turned on and not stopping anytime soon. you're wailing so loud, it's a surprise no one has come in to investigate.
you grip the ends of the gown on your body, trying to ground yourself. you finally find the ability to speak, shouting i'm sorry over and over.
you're now convinced that satoru has left, leaving you to your own devices.
you're proven wrong when a familiar pair of warm arms wrap themselves around you.
satoru pulls you into his chest and you clutch the fabric of his uniform tightly in your hands. you're sobbing so hard that you think you might be sick.
"i'm sorry satoru, i'm sorry. please don't leave, don't leave me alone."
he doesn't say anything, just continues to hold you and cradle your head, rubbing his hand up and down the expanse of your back.
"i don't want to leave everything. i love my life, especially with you in it."
your sobs have calmed down into hiccups and sniffles, the tears now trickling down your cheeks.
"i-i want to live a long life with you, where we grow old and wrinkly and hobble around with a cane."
that gets a small chuckle out of satoru, "i have to admit baby, you'd look good in a moomoo."
you hit him on the shoulder with a small laugh, but quickly revert back to your serious manner, "i'm not kidding satoru, i love you and i want to be with you on this day, until our last day."
he grabs your face in his hands and angles you so you're looking right at him, "i love you, more than anything, but baby i need you to hear me."
he presses your forehead against his, staring directly into your eyes you can feel it in your soul, "i can't love you the way i want to if you're dead. i need you to promise me that you will look after yourself, i won't always be there to keep you in check. i need you to come back to me in one piece."
you think over it for a moment, satoru wants what's best for you, and you should want that too.
you whisper softly, afraid of ruining the moment, "i promise."
you seal the promise with a kiss, running your hands through satoru's hair while he grabs you by your waist to pull you closer.
you kiss each other with a newfound passion, the love you share untethered.
"it's a miracle they didn't do anything else on this bed."
you try to pull away, flustered at being caught, but gojo keeps on kissing you with fervor. of course, not without throwing his middle finger up at his friends who chuckle behind him.
