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summary: In which frat!gojo (who’s closeted nerd!gojo) falls for a girl without knowing it’s frat!sukuna’s "girl" (not entirelly). gymrat!reader, nerd!reader, mean!reader (sometimes, mainly with gojo), biker!reader, biker!sukuna, fwb!sukuna (I had a stroke writing this description) slowburn, some smut at some point and fluff
The days after Sukuna sent the video had been hell for Gojo.
Every time he saw her, the images flashed in his mind: her lips around Sukuna, the sounds she made, the way her body moved… The guilt was suffocating. He felt dirty for having watched it, jealous in a way that made him hate himself. And above all, he was paralyzed by the question. ‘Should I tell her?’ and ‘How the fuck do I tell her’
So he started pulling back, sending shorter texts, he even started avoiding sitting next to her in class, and all conversations they had ended up being awkward, half-hearted conversations.
She noticed, of course she noticed. But she said nothing, just watched him with that guarded, slightly hurt expression that made his chest ache.
He was so out of himself, that when the next weekend’s frat party came, he barely engaged. He went anyway, hoping to get his mind off her, because ever since that night when he blocked Sukuna, his every thought had been about her. It used to be that way before too, but his thoughts used to go more along the lines of ‘how can I make her happy?’ ‘Would she like this gift?’ ‘She’s so pretty omg’ ‘If I ask her out what are my exact chances of her accepting? 30%?’ ‘How long will it be until she notices we’re getting paired in class suspiciously too often?’, etc. But now, his thoughts were more miserable. Still her, but surrounded by guilt and torment. He had even been having nightmares and horrible stomach aches ever since that day every time those images and sounds popped in his mind. Every time he thought of how she’d react if she knew what he had seen.
So maybe, a frat party was all he needed. After all, she never went to those, so the chances of crossing her were slim. And yet, as he continued to be miserable on the porch, away from the heart of the party, a girl stumbled her way out of the house.
His head quickly darted to the side, watching the girl who he thought would either be one of his fangirls, or someone too drunk to realize what door they were crossing, and yet, he was proven wrong—halfly. It indeed was someone apparently drunk, but to his surprise, it was none other than (Y/n).
He immediately jolted at her sight, eyes opening widely and heart hammering against his chest.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised she was even there.
“Itadori,” she answered shortly, waving her hand in dismissal as if that was enough explanation for why she was at the party. Gojo’s white brows furrowed lightly when he noticed her half-lidded eyes and lousy stand.
“You’re drunk…” he stated, stepping forward instinctively, confused and worried since he knew she didn’t usually drink alcohol.
“Yup,” she said, popping the ‘p’ and walking forward to lean against the railing of the porch “Turns out… the non-alcoholic drinks did have alcohol in them…” she said, body slightly falling to one side before she caught herself on the wood of the porch. Gojo stepped even closer just in case she actually fell, frown now even harsher on his face. But before he could ask anything else, she opened her mouth again “You’ve been weird all week. Avoiding me…” Gojo looked away, unable to look her in the eyes when the guilt flooded him again, when he remembered the picture and video “If you’re tired of me, just say it. I told you from the beginning, I don’t care about your little chase…” she mumbled, looking away as well while she braced the wooden post.
And just like that, Gojo’s heart lurched, eyes going back to where they belonged, to her.
“No—fuck, no,” he quickly blurted, voice cracking with panic. He moved closer, hands hovering like he wanted to steady her but didn’t dare touch her too much “I’m not tired of you, that’s the last thing I am. I’ve been losing my mind thinking about you all these days” he rushed, stopping just a few seconds to observe her. But when she saw her tiny pout his heart tightened even further “The day you helped me pick my bike was the best day I’ve had in months. I think about it constantly. I’m not giving up, (Y/n). I could never get tired of you. You’re… you’re the only person who makes me feel more than just a popular guy, or a smart guy”
He was rambling now, a little pathetic in his desperation. But the guilt made it worse, terrified she’d slip away thinking he didn’t care. When in reality, it was the other way around, he cared too much.
She stared at him, alcohol making her slower to put up her usual walls. For a dangerous second, warmth bloomed in her chest, realizing he really meant it.
She killed the thought instantly.
“I don’t… care,” she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual bite. She swayed again, and Gojo caught her arm gently.
“I’ve got you. Let’s get you some water and somewhere quieter, okay?” he said, managing to direct her towards the front door. But before he could open it and enter, someone else did from the other side, loud music booming clearly now.
“She’s fine. I’ll take her home” Sukuna’s voice cut through the noise like a blade.
Gojo’s frown got impossibly harsher, and in his chest a raging heat started to pool. His entire body went rigid. This was the first time they had been this close since what he sent. He stepped in front of her slightly, one arm still supporting her.
“Back off,” Gojo said, voice low and dangerous “You’re not taking her anywhere.”
Sukuna’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk, but his eyes remained cold “Thought you’d like my gift, but guess not,” he paused, taking a step forwards towards her “Get over it”
“Don’t you say another fucking word,” Gojo stepped between her and him more clearly now, standing inches apart from each other “You’ve done enough,” Gojo snarled. “You think I’m letting you take her after what you pulled? Stay the fuck away from her”
Sukuna’s eyes darkened “You’re really going to do this? Meddle in shit that doesn’t concern you?”
They were a second away from throwing punches. Now, the argument had spilled into the hallway. Music still thumped through the walls, but the crowd had thinned and some people were watching now, phones discreetly out.
And then, she slid down the front door. She sat on the floor, legs splayed awkwardly, eyes unfocused, and the world spinning too fast. The alcohol had finally won.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she muttered, voice slurred but stubborn “Both of you… shut up.”
The fight died instantly.
Gojo folded first, not in defeat, but in priority. He crouched next to her, all the anger draining from his face. His voice dropped, low and soft.
“Hey… this isn’t the place to sit, angel” he spoke to her, but she played deaf “This floor is very dirty, you know” When she didn’t respond immediately, he didn’t force her. Instead, he reached out slowly and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face “At least move to the couch, yeah?” he coaxed “I’ll stay right there with you” he tried again when her eyes locked on him. She seemed thoughtful about it, but nothing was coming out from her.
Meanwhile, Sukuna went still. He watched them, watched the way she unconsciously leaned a little toward Gojo’s voice, the way Gojo’s entire focus narrowed to her. Something ugly twisted in his chest: jealousy, regret, and ugly possessiveness.
He sent a murderous look to those in the hallway that were looking at her, and then, he stepped closer. He didn’t grab her, he knew that would push her away.
“You’re not staying here,” Sukuna said, voice rough but quieter than before. He positioned himself to block the hallway, shielding her from the curious stares of drunk partygoers. But she just gave him a hazy glare before ignoring both. Gojo sighed, thinking he would have succeeded if Sukuna had not appeared.
"If you stay here people are gonna trip over you, honey" he tried softly again, trying for her to look at his eyes. She pulled her lip slightly, very obviously trying hard not to look at his eyes "They'll spill beer on you" he added, and that immediately made her lock eyes with him, looking horrified.
"Ew" she gasped
"Yeah..." Gojo agreed with her holding out his hand to her with a gentle smile
"Fine..." she finally accepted, taking his hand. He helped her up carefully, one arm around her waist to keep her steady, the other hovering without being restrictive.
Sukuna followed as they moved her to a quieter couch in an adjacent room. Gojo crouched in front of her again, talking softly, getting her water, asking if she felt sick, keeping her grounded. And meanwhile Sukuna stood guard a few feet away, sending out anyone who dared get close to the couch as he stood arms crossed, silent but not leaving.
The two of them coexisted in thick, unresolved tension. Gojo kept glancing at Sukuna with barely-contained fury, and Sukuna stared back, jaw tight and the earlier smugness gone. After all, there was a new priority right now.
The secluded corner couch was barely quieter than the rest of the house, but it was private enough. She was stretched across it now, one leg dangling off the side, clearly not planning on cooperating fully. And then, when a specific song started sounding from the living room:
“I wanna go back to the party,” she announced, trying to push herself up “This is boring. You two are boring.”
Gojo gently pressed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her back down without force “Party’s still going to be there in ten minutes, princess. Drink some more water first, okay?”
“Nuh-uh” she mumbled, shaking her head in denial when he held a big glass of water to her.
“You need water, sweetheart. You look like you drank too many drinks”
“I’ve had…” she spread her hands in front of her, trying to remember and counting on her fingers “many…” she gave up, not clearly remembering.
“Exactly,” Gojo answered. But she pulled her lip even more, sitting farther from him. Sukuna sighed, tired already, and snatched the glass out of Gojo’s hands.
“Just drink the damn water,” she immediately frowned annoyed.
“No”
“Don’t be difficult,” he groaned.
“I’m not difficult,” she said, and then made thinking sounds “I’m being… hydratedn’t” she said, stumbling on the last word.
Gojo audibly chuckled, making her move her gaze from Sukuna to him and smile at the warm sound. Meanwhile Sukuna only looked more stressed.
Gojo took the glass back and took a sip himself.
“Then I’ll drink it,” he said, sitting on the couch next to her and drinking a bit more. She looked at him, and licked her lips.
“Okay, I want water,” she suddenly realized that she was thirsty, holding her hands out for the glass. Gojo failed to hold his smile as he handed it to her. Meanwhile Sukuna only did but stare more sharply, wondering why the hell had that worked, and wondering whether Gojo knew what he was doing.
“You want more, sweets?” Gojo asked softly when she was done, taking the empty glass off her hands.
She groaned as an answer that didn’t really answer anything, and instead, she said: “Stop being all soft and reasonable” she hit him in the chest, not hard enough to hurt. But Gojo couldn’t help but smile softly when she did it with the cutest frown and pout “It’s annoying,” she mumbled before her face lit up again “I want to go dancing,” she repeated. And immediately, Sukuna, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue
“You’re staying here. You’re too drunk to be out there”
“Make me,” she shot back immediately, voice bratty and challenging. She even started to swing her legs off the couch just to spite him. It seemed that with Sukuna, the resistance was instant.
Sukuna’s jaw clenched, he took one step forward, but Gojo shot him a sharp warning look. He hated it, but he could see the pattern: every time he pushed, she pushed back harder. Gojo, on the other hand…
Gojo turned to her again, voice low and coaxing, almost playful but genuinely gentle “Come on, bunny, just a little longer here. I’m not letting you fall on your face in front of everyone, can you imagine?”
She huffed, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth “You’re cheating with that voice…” Gojo’s heart sped up a little, but he focused when she spoke again “I’m going to dance,” she declared anyway, trying to stand up.
“You can’t even walk properly,” Gojo commented despite helping her up.
“I absolutely can—” she began, shaking him off. She took one step, and immediately bumped into the coffee table, stumbling and sitting back down with a hiss as she rubbed her reddened shin “The table attacked me…” she said embarrassedly. Gojo nodded solemnly.
“I saw. It was a sneaky attack too…” he added, sitting on said coffee table in front of her.
“It’s dangerous…” she glared at the coffee table, still rubbing the hurting skin on her leg. Gojo nodded, taking in how cute she was.
“Yeah, we should avoid it,” he agreed.
“Yeah…” she mumbled, laying back down on the couch, the idea of dancing gone for a while.
Sukuna watched the whole exchange in silence, completely baffled. The realization settled in like a stone in his gut: she listened to Gojo more and she fought him less. Even drunk and bratty, she seemed to lean toward Gojo’s softer persistence. It stung more than he wanted to admit.
But a few minutes later, she tried again, this time standing first before speaking.
“I wanna go,” she announced, resolute. There was a short silence: she was waiting for resistance from their side, Sukuna was waiting for Gojo to smoothly take care of this again, and Gojo was just looking at her.
“Okay,” the white-haired said, however. Sukuna immediately stopped leaning against the couch, uncrossing his arms.
“What?” he asked, disagreeing with a frown.
“Yeah,” Gojo simply said, standing up with her “We can go together,” he smiled at her. And Sukuna immediately frowned.
She beamed happily, hooking one of her arms with his, like it was the obvious thing to do, and then, she walked with Gojo, letting him lead her.
“Oi, are you really…” Sukuna began, starting to get irked. But he had no choice but to follow them, refusing to leave them alone.
They made it exactly fifteen meters, once back into the main living room, with loud music, even more drunk people… She suddenly stopped.
“Actually…” she began, looking around before her eyes fell on Gojo “I don’t wanna dance,”
Sukuna huffed, unbelieving.
“You don’t?” Gojo asked, too surprised to genuinely be surprised. Actually, he sounded like he expected this.
“No…” she shook her head, leaning her weight more on him “I’m sleepy…” she said.
“We can go to my room upstairs. It’s quieter, and no one will bother you” Gojo proposed, holding her steadily.
Sukuna immediately bristled “The fuck she’s going to your room”
“She’s tired, and she’s in no shape to ride on a bike, even as a backpack,” Gojo snapped back, his sweet expression turning into a threatening frown whenever he turned to him.
The two of them glared at each other over her head, the air crackling again. She groaned loudly.
“Fighting again… I’m going back to the floor…” she announced softly yet dramatically as she started to turn her body into a dead weight.
That killed the argument instantly.
Sukuna exhaled sharply “Fine. Your room. But I’m coming too.” Gojo wanted to argue, but taking one look at her made him bite his tongue.
“Whatever. Just don’t touch anything”
With a lot of coaxing from Gojo (and reluctant backup from Sukuna blocking people from getting too close), they got her upstairs to Gojo’s room. She was still bratty the whole way: complaining, dragging her feet, telling Sukuna he was “too tall and scary” and Gojo he was “annoyingly nice”.
Once inside, Gojo helped her onto his bed, sitting on the edge and keeping her company with quiet conversation and water. And meanwhile, Sukuna took the chair in a corner, arms crossed, watching everything like a guard who hated his post.
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⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
dividers : cinnamoroll by @strangergraphics , baby themed by @kodaswrld
🍬 this is a tale from the babyjo chronicles
Playing with the six eyes heir was something that the workers of the gojo estate found difficult.
For starters, due to the protectiveness of the clan, not many were allowed to even go near the baby at all. On top of that, his bright blue eyes intimidated some.
The clan servants would often say that playing games like peek-a-boo with the baby would be pointless, because nothing could hide from the powerful six eyes after all. The baby would probably find no fun in the game at all.
But all you could see was a lonely baby unaware of yet another childhood joy taken away from him because of his powers.
You sigh softly as you look down at the chubby baby in his blue yukata, sitting comfortably on your lap.
"What are you thinking about?" You coo at him.
Babyjo just stares at you. Show white lashes fluttering as he blinks.
You're bored, the baby probably is too so you just decide to do it.
You hide your face behind your palms and go,
"peek-a-boo!"
and suddenly you got your cheeks all puffed up, making a face at the baby.
Babyjo startles a bit but gazes at your puffed cheeks curiously, craning his little neck to take a closer look at you. Getting a satisfactory response, you do it again.
"peek-a-boo!"
this time you stick your tongue out, making another silly face.
Babyjo blinks once, then squeals in happiness. His little body erupts into joy, few tiny baby teeth all in display and chubby cheeks are scrunched in laughter.
You continue.
"Peek-a-boo!"
This time you've got a huge grin on your face and babyjo gurgles in happiness. His tiny body shakes from the fit of giggles and he flails his chubby arms in happiness. You watch in adoration as drool starts falling from the baby's mouth.
"Aww does that make you happy, honey?" You coo and wipe the drool from his face.
"Alright let's hope you are ready for this, satoru... Peek-a-boo!"
Your continue, making a few more faces at him. suddenly you see movement in his limbs, babyjo slowly lifts his tiny chubby arms.
"What is it, honey?" You coo at him.
Babyjo brings both his chubby palms up and tries to hide his face behind them like you did.
"Oh? Are you trying to imitate me?" You smile.
He makes a soft noise and goes,
"ba!"
"ba?" you ask, imitating him.
And there babyjo is trying to probably puff his cheeks or stick his tongue out, you can't tell. But all he does is accidentally blow a raspberry instead, startling both himself and you. He looks at you, bright blue eyes swimming in confusion, unsure of what to do now.
You coo at the silly baby and softly clap your hands,"Ahh you did so well, satoru you are such a smart baby, aren't you?"
The baby picks up on your happy mood and starts giggling again, drooling from happiness.
you softly wipe his mouth again and nuzzle his cheek as babyjo's happy squeals fill the air.
With babies you realize, they get tired easily. Or maybe in satoru's case, the sensations from his eyes tire him out more quickly.
Soon in your playtime, you see Satoru's eyes start to get droopy.
"You're sleepy," you say.
A soft noise is your answer.
You see his movements getting slower and how his eyes blink a little longer each time.
"And you're fighting it," you murmur softly.
The baby blows a spit bubble in response.
"Okay," you inch your face closer to the baby's,"One more game for my sweet baby."
You lift your hand slowly, brushing your fingers lightly over his cheek.
"Here we goooo," you coo and then very gently with one finger, you tap the tip of his little nose.
"Boop."
A pause.
His eyelids flutter at the movement. Confused eyes look at you.
You do it again.
"Boop"
You don't stop.
"Boop"
Soft, repetitive, gentle, you keep going.
"boop.. boop.."
Each tap lighter and slower than the last.
babyjo follows each tap carefully with his bright blue eyes, a little droppy from tiredness.
After a few more taps, his head tilts just slightly into your hand.
"There we go", you say almost inaudibly as you see the baby's eyes start to close.
Looks like a heavy playtime wears out even the heir of the six eyes.
a/n : im not kidding babies actually do start drooling when they are too happy they're god's silliest soldiers
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summary: In which frat!gojo (who’s closeted nerd!gojo) falls for a girl without knowing it’s frat!sukuna’s "girl" (not entirely). gymrat!reader, nerd!reader, mean!reader (sometimes, mainly with gojo), biker!reader, biker!sukuna, fwb!sukuna (I had a stroke writing this description) slowburn, some smut at some point and fluff
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summary: In which frat!gojo (who’s closeted nerd!gojo) falls for a girl without knowing it’s frat!sukuna’s "girl" (not entirely). gymrat!reader, nerd!reader, mean!reader (sometimes, mainly with gojo), biker!reader, biker!sukuna, fwb!sukuna (I had a stroke writing this description) slowburn, some smut at some point and fluff
The street outside the frat house was overall chill. Only a low and distant bass, and the occasional burst of laughter that spilled from an open window disrupted the silence of the evening.
Gojo was on his new bike, pretending to adjust something that didn’t need adjusting anymore. He had been like that for 10 minutes, smiling from ear to ear at every small memory of the previous day. And also, because he genuinely liked this new motorbike. He had never thought he’d love one so much, that he’d be so thrilled and proud of it. Though he knew the reason why he liked it as much was because she had been a part of the whole buying it process.
He knew he had to go in at some point. But going upstairs meant sitting alone with his thoughts. And lately, all his thoughts somehow led back to her: the way she had frowned at the price tags, the way she had called him stupid for choosing a bike too heavy for a beginner, the way she still stayed for hours helping him anyway, how she laughed with him by the end of the day… His chest still felt embarrassingly warm from it.
Behind him, Sukuna leaned against the railing of the frat house, cigarette between his fingers.
“You downgraded already?” he finally spoke, walking down the entrance stairs and throwing his finished cigarette “Or did you finally crashed it?” he smirked a toothy grin as he walked towards his bike. But Gojo didn’t seem bothered, and Sukuna noticed. In fact, he even smiled, running his hand through the tank of his Yamaha. And the reason why he didn’t care was that:
“She helped me pick it,”
The second the words left Gojo’s mouth, he regretted them. But he didn’t correct himself.
“You’re really down bad, wow” Sukuna said, half amused, half sour. Gojo rolled his eyes automatically.
“As if that’s news”
“No,” Sukuna replied calmly “I just didn’t think you were this pathetic about it” Gojo scoffed, but there wasn’t much bite behind it. And Sukuna kept going after a long second of inspecting the white-haired boy “She says your name now,”
That made Gojo snap his gaze to his side, to Sukuna.
“What?” He asked, his heart stupidly quickening even though he wasn’t even sure what he meant by that. Sukuna didn’t look at him, instead his eyes seemed lost somewhere ahead of him as he rested leisurely on his bike, arms on his helmet that rested on the tank. One foot on the footpeg, the other one on the asphalt.
“She used to call you ‘that asshole’” Sukuna shrugged lightly “‘that idiot,” he added, imitating her tone almost mockingly. But that wasn’t his real intention.
And stupidly, warmth bloomed in Gojo’s chest for another second before he could stop it. A warmth that would no doubt travel to his cheeks and ears. And, of course, Sukuna noticed from the corner of his eyes.
“Bet she was all focused and bossy helping you pick the bike too”
Gojo frowned slightly, now realizing this was Sukuna, and thus becoming more wary.
“What’s that supposed to mean”
Sukuna’s mouth twitched faintly.
“You like that about her, don’t you?”
And Gojo hated that he was right, because he did. He liked the way she ordered him around, the way she rolled her eyes, the way she acted like she knew better than him. The way she’d smile at him like she had started to do lately, or the way she shook her head like he was a lost case but still stayed with him. He liked every awful second of it.
Then Sukuna spoke again, quietly and eyes still ahead of them as if he was contemplating something. Or from his next words, as if he was picturing it vividly.
“You’d lose your mind if you saw her embarrassed after sex,” And then silence, immediate and deafening. Gojo felt his stomach twist. Especially because Sukuna wasn’t smirking, he wasn’t bragging, that was the worst part. Instead, he sounded honest “It’s weird,” he continued casually “Sometimes she’s all mean and bossy” Then his eyes finally slid toward Gojo “And sometimes she’s begging and falling apart”
Gojo’s jaw tightened instantly, but his mind betrayed him immediately. And he hated it. He hated Sukuna for saying it and hated himself more for imagining it. But Sukuna just kept going like this conversation meant nothing, eyes set ahead of them again.
“She scratches a lot when she’s close” Gojo stared at him now, brows straightening more and more “She bites too.”
Something ugly coiled in Gojo’s chest. Jealousy, sharp, hot and humiliating. Because suddenly, after how difficult it had been to forget it, all he could think about was her, close to someone else, to him, touching him and letting him see versions of her he had spent months trying to earn scraps of. And Sukuna knew exactly what he was doing now.
“She doesn’t even notice she’s doing it half the time,” he added.
Gojo looked away, his stomach turning even more. It felt unfair, pathetic, even. But he managed to laugh. Dry and fake.
“Congrats on having sex, man” He said, inevitably weakly. And he knew it sounded weak.
Sukuna’s mouth curved slightly at the corner. Not even smug, just knowing. Then he removed the kickstand of his bike and put on his helmet. Gojo looked up instinctively, frown still present. Sukuna turned on his bike but just a second, eyes looking at his through the tainted glass of his visor. Long enough to watch the damage settle, to make sure Gojo was really imagining it. And then, he left, just like that.
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PLATONIC Preschooler!Sukuna x Preschooler!Gojo as besties.
CW: Mention of hospitals.
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Satoru is sitting on the couch with Sukuna, eating cupcakes Sukuna's mom just made them. Then she sits beside them.
"Your dad says your doctor's appointment on the weekend, 'kuna, we'll have to go to the hospital because the doctor won't be at his clinic."
Sukuna nods, way too focused on his cupcake to care.
Satoru, on the other hand, freezes.
Hospital.
The white and cold place his mom never came back from.
Now his best friend is going there too.
He slowly lowers his cupcake.
"... Are you gonna become a star too...?" He asks, his voice cracking.
Sukuna finally looked up.
"What are you saying?" He asks.
"My mom went to the hospital and she never came back. Are you gonna leave me too?" Satoru was actively shaking now.
Sukuna looked at his mom, unsure and concerned.
"Satoru, look at me." Sukuna's mom says gently while clutching his tiny hands.
"Sukuna is going to the hospital for a routine checkup. The weather is really dry now, right? He gets sneezes and sniffles from the dust. The doctor is gonna make sure he remains safe. Do you get me, sweetheart?" She explains, unhurried and calm.
Satoru finally looks a little better.
"He's not leaving me behind?"
"He's not leaving you behind."
"I'm not leaving you behind."
Both Sukuna and his mom answer him in unison.
Finally the weekend arrives.
Satoru was at the hospital with his dad, waiting for Sukuna to come out with his parents.
Sukuna's dad promised to take them to the park to play today.
Sukuna finally comes out, looking very proud. He pulled up his sleeve and showed Satoru the tiger bandage he had on his upper arm.
"I was brave. I didn't get scared at all." He says confidently.
Satoru looks at him in relief. He was so worried. So scared.
"I was brave because I knew you'd cry again if I got scared." Sukuna pats his head.
A kid to kid.
A friend to friend.
So simple and innocent.
And it healed something in the white haired boy's heart.
Now, they sat on the chairs outside while Sukuna's dad got done with the paperwork.
"Turns out the hospital isn't such a bad place." Satoru says while playing with his fingers.
"They gave you a shot for your allergies, so you can play in the park with me without getting sick." He pauses. "And earlier I met this boy who's finally going home after a long time cause the doctors made him better."
"They probably tried to make my mom feel better too. But god decided to take her to the sky. So she wouldn't have to be in pain anymore."
And every day, little Satoru sat on the panda bench, waiting for his dad to pick him up.
Always waiting and waiting.
Other kids left with their parents, holding their hands, babbling excitedly about cats they drew, games they played.
Satoru was always quiet, swinging his small legs and clutching his tiny backpack.
"BYE 'TORU."
"See you tomorrow, Satoru."
Then quiet. The teachers always looked after him, though. Satoru understood too. He knew his dad loved him more than anything and that he worked long shifts at work for him. He also understood that his mom was now a star in the sky, looking over him.
One afternoon, a very intense, very grumpy toddler, Satoru's classmate toddled over to him. Satoru had shared his red crayon with him earlier.
"Why are you still here?" Sukuna asked.
"Daddy's at work." Satoru answered.
"Why."
"Because that's what adults do."
"That's stupid." Sukuna frowned.
Satoru stayed quiet, still looking at Sukuna.
"Do you wanna come home with me?" Sukuna offered gruffly. "I have dino and cookies. And mom makes really good curry rice."
"My dad says never to leave the school unless he comes to pick me up." A calm answer from the white haired baby.
"My house is behind the school, though? There's this door that you go through and there's this garden-"
"My dad said he'll be here soon today" Satoru cut him off. "I'll wait."
Sukuna frowned, well as much as a 4 year old could, and left. He was just being nice, what's that white haired kid's deal?
Few days pass and its mother's day. The classroom is budging with toddlers and their excitement to make gifts for their mamas.
"I LAV YOU MOM"
"THANK YU MAMA"
"MAMA YOU MY DINO."
They all wrote adotable stuff on their cards, drew questionable animals and butterflies. But no one questioned because they were just kids who loved their mothers.
"Let's give these cards to your moms today and hug them, alright? They'll be super happy!" The teacher cheerfully told the kids. Everyone exclaimed happily. Except for Satoru. He wrote "Mom, I miss you."
Later when the classroom was empty again, Sukuna found Satoru on his panda bench again. Except he was quietly sobbing this time.
"Why are you crying?" Sukuna asked, concerned.
Satoru just kept crying, holding his card.
"Won't you give your card to your mom? What about the hug?"
"... You can't hold stars" Satoru replied.
"What?"
"My mom's a star in the sky... my dad said so. And I miss her." He hiccuped
Sukuna did not understand what being a star meant. He just knew Satoru was sad and he missed his mom. And when Sukuna was sad? His dino and mama hugs made him feel better.
"You can hug my mom, if you want."
"But she's not my mom."
"Yeah, but she's mom. And she's a human star."
Pre-schooler logic from a very simple preschooler.
So they slipped out the classroom, went through the garden behind it, and Sukuna pushed open a door. All while holding Satoru's hands.
"This is my house."
Sukuna's house was right behind the school. You just had to go behind the classroom to the garden and open the door. It was safe, which is why his parents let him go to school by himself since it was literally just a few steps.
"MAMA!" Sukuna exclaimed.
"Are you home, 'kuna?- " Except 'kuna wasn't alone. There were two very cute kids in tiny red and blue raincoats holding hands.
"This is Satoru. My friend. He missed his mama cause she's a star in the sky and he can't see the stars because the sun is still here." Sukuna explained seriously.
His mom blinked, understanding the situation quickly. "Well, hello there, Satoru, it's nice to meet you." She smiled gently.
Satoru was hiding behind Sukuna until now, but he slowly came out and said hi.
"It's nice to meet you too..." he replied shyly.
Sukuna's mom melted at the boy's politeness but her heart ached cause he looked so, so sad.
"Did you tell the teacher before taking Satoru?"
"No"
The school was called. Then Satoru's dad was called. He gave the school permission to let Satoru stay over with Sukuna until he came back.
Now Sukuna was busy showing his dino collection to Satoru while he listened carefully.
"And this is red dino, he eats sunlight for breakfast-"
"Kids, come eat! Lunch is ready!" His mom called out.
The food was warm and really tasty. Satoru's dad was a great cook, but he still felt happy eating it. It felt like sunlight on a cold day.
After lunch Sukuna gave his mom the card, "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MAMA" He cheered while hugging her tightly. "Aww, thank you, baby." She smiled while ruffling his hair.
Satoru's eyes were starting to tear up cause he wanted to hug his mama too, he wanted tell "happy mother's day!" too. But he won't cry, cause big boys don't cry.
"Now it's Satoru's turn!" Sukuna moved away so Satoru could his hug.
"B-But I-" He stuttered, not knowing what to do.
"You were crying earlier cause you can't hug your mom because you can't hold a star right? You can hold hug my mom now."
Satoru looked unsure and helpless, cause he genuinely didn't know what to do. That's when he felt a warm embrace around him.
"There there..." Sukuna's mom gently patted Satoru's back as she held him.
Satoru was full on crying now. Because after so long he felt like his mom was holding him. He didn't remember his mom's face or voice clearly, but he's so sure he felt this warmth before.
Sukuna's mom held him gently until he stopped crying while Sukuna stood their concerned. Because why was Satoru crying again if he got the hug? She wipped the boy's face and patted his head.
"I'm sure your mom loves you a lot, Satoru. It's ok if you want to cry when you miss her." She smiled softly.
"Thank you, Ms. Mom..."
That made her giggle.
After lots of dino talks and cookies the boys were out cold, sleeping on the living room floor with a blankie over them. Satoru felt so much better now. So much warmer and happier.
At night, after his dad picked him up, Satoru tied the card with a balloon and flew it up.
"Did you miss your mom a lot today, son?" His dad asked while looking at the flying balloon.
"I did, but Ms. Mom gave me a hug, and that made it a little better."
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