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Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.

Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.

Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.

Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.

A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.

Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.

“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.

“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.

Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.

“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.

Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.

And he will do anything to get it.

I have been thinking about the dress Taylor Swift wore to the 2025 Grammys so have this drabble.

Satoru likes seeing you in blue. The color is beautiful on you (so is every color but he already knows that) and every time he sees you in it his heart beats out of his chest like he is seeing you for the first time.

So when you stepped into his view in a little blue dress, his heart stops. His six eyes are all on you and the dress you are wearing. The sloping neckline, the draped fabric on the left side of the skirt. But the most striking part was the small ‘S’ charm on your right thigh.

His hands twitch with the urge to touch every inch of you. Satoru crosses the room in quick strides to you. His arms circle you around you- pulling you into his chest.

“Do you like it?” You ask with a laugh at his sudden clingyness.

“Your beautiful baby.” He smiles down at you, “but it would look better on my floor.”

You scoff good naturedly and push him away. He doesn’t budge and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to smell your perfume.

“Marry me.” He says into your skin.

“We are already married Satoru.” You remind him.

“Marry me again.” Satoru counters you, his face out of your neck, his eyes locked on yours.

His brain melts as he sees the curve of your smile.

“As long as you don’t make it extravagant, I am not going to be put in that many layers again for a long time.” You relent and kiss him.

“We can go get divorced,” Satoru says and presses a quick peck to your lips, “then get married again.”

“Can we go on this date before we get divorced?” You ask.

“You drive a hard bargain!” He pouts.

“Yes, but you love me.” You laugh.

Satoru’s grin widens, “Yeah, I do don’t I?”

CW- obsession, stalking, implied murder

Saint!Reader who is raised in a monastery after their healing abilities are discovered. They are kept away from the rest of world and hidden deep in the inner recesses of the monastery. The monks are not the most talkative company so they mostly keep to themselves when they aren’t healing people.

Saint!Reader who heals a wounded man that came to the monastery. His violet eyes are sceptical as you press your finger tips lightly to his right leg. You don’t mind his scepticism, many people doubt that you have an ability to heal but they are quickly proven wrong.

When his leg is healed his eyes are wide with disbelief. You just smile at his shocked expression and ask him if anything else hurts. He just shakes his head and walks out.

Saint!Reader who after that day feels eyes on them at random times of the day. It is an uncomfortable feeling that you bring up to the head monk. He reassures you that you will always be safe if you are in the walls of the monastery. The old sigils in its walls are designed to keep out spirits or demons.

You feel safer after that conversation.

Saint!Reader who sees a man with the same violet eyes and black hair from before, but in monk robes this time. They suit him and you can’t help but stare at him. He introduces himself to you as Suguru Geto.

The two of you get along very well.

Apparently before he came here he travelled the world. He has been all over and tells you stories about the places he has been. It is very different from what you have always known so you are always asking for stories. And Suguru always indulges you with a fond smile.

Saint!Reader who is devastated after the Head Monk goes missing. He had practically raised you himself so to find him gone one day sends you spiralling. You pray for his return every day but as the days roll on a new head monk is chosen.

Suguru, despite only being there for a few months, is chosen as the new head monk. He understands your feelings and holds you as you cry. His calm demeanour helps you through the mourning period. It is hard to pull yourself out of your grief but when you do, Suguru is by your side.

He won’t ever let you be alone again

The Greenhouse

Suguru Geto

Hades!Geto

Detective!Geto x Serial killer!Reader

Yandere!Geto

Satoru Gojo

Clan leader!Gojo

Nerdjo

Fanboy!Gojo

Little blue dress

Ryomen Sukuna

Demon!Sukuna

Yuki Tsukumo

Outlaw!Yuki

Yandere!Suguru, slight gore, manipulation

Previous drabble

During the first few months of your stay at the cult, you leave often.

Suguru was not a fan of this but tried to let you do what you wanted. He needed to let you drop your guard more, he needed your trust so he could keep you here with him and the girls forever.

But after two weeks of you leaving every other day his resolve snaps.

You are getting ready to go out with friends, the ones that were left anyway. His heart did soften as he saw your smiling face. Then he resolves himself to gently guide you in the right direction.

He doesn’t want to have to scare you like this but sadly some lessons have to be learned.

You only make it to the marble stairs when you feel something wrong. It was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Looking around you try to see if the spirits you thought were gone are back.

A garbled noise has you looking down to see a figure of a mangled woman clawing up the steps to you. She is covered in blood and is a mess of rotting flesh.

A scream tears out of your throat as you run back into the cult. Your heart pounds in your chest as you sprint to the one person you know can help you.

Suguru comes into view and you practically fling yourself into his arms. He was in his night clothes but you were too scared to pay any attention to it. He looks distressed by your tear stained cheeks as if he wasn’t the one to scare you in the first place.

He hugs you to his chest and rubs soothing circles into your back as you sob out what happened.

“Come on.” Suguru says in a soft tone and a gentle expression then leads you to his room.

In your tearful state he pulls you into his bed and has your head on the open part of his robe. The skin to skin contact grounds you.

After a while your sobs have faded into small whimpers as you are curled against him in bed.

“I warned you about those spirits that are after you.” He scolds you with an air of sadness, “They can only get to you when you are outside of these walls.”

“I am sorry for not believing you.” You sniffle and look up at him with a soft expression.

“You don’t have to apologise for learning a lesson, Angel.”

You fall asleep in his arms shortly after.

Good thing Suguru is the one to help you because any one else might take advantage of your trusting nature.

You and Yuki had grown up together.

Her father had a thriving farm and supplied most of the town with food. She was brought up under her mother’s care and guidance but always had that rebellious streak. It was cute in the beginning but soon she was uncontrollable, the exact opposite of what a lady should be. So her mother had the idea to introduce the two of you at the age of ten.

Both of your mothers, who were old friends, had hoped to bring you out of your shell and to give Yuki a proper friend besides the cattle on the farm. You were a shy little thing and Yuki was wide eyed and curious. So she had poked and prodded you out of your shell.

After that the two of you were inseparable, neither of you were seen without the other. You got more confidence but Yuki still was as wild as ever. She would drag you out of your embroidery lessons into the fields and creek that ran through it. You would come back with mud on the hem of your skirts and a wide smile on your face.

You spent six wonderful years with her but not all good things last.

You turned sixteen and a marriage offer came your way. It was crushing because you wouldn’t be able to see Yuki that much anymore. But the kicker was that your parents were sending you to live your Aunt back east for a year to “ready” you for the marriage.

Tears had filled your eyes as Yuki rode her horse beside the train to send you off, tears running down her cheeks and a sad grin on her face. Oh what you would give to stay in her arms for even just a minute longer.

The year was long and hard, your Aunt was an unforgiving woman. Summer turned to fall then winter then into spring then finally summer again.

Soon you were stepping off the train onto the platform to see your mother. She looked so relieved to see you but the black dress she wore and the red under her eyes told a different story.

“What happened Mama?” You ask panic welling up in you.

“The Tsukumo farm burned to the ground two weeks ago, they are all dead.”

You had ran all the way up the path to that farm, tripping over your skirts multiple times to get there. Your heart had shattered upon seeing the charred remains of the farm you had practically grew up on.

The only thing that you found of Yuki was a small necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Holding it to your chest you feel both a sense of loss and hope.

Because if her body isn’t here then maybe she made it out of the fire somehow.

TW- yandere behaviour, isolation, baby trapping, slight deification

Suguru had noticed you vaguely as a part of his congregation early on. You had a quieter demeanour than the others who flocked to him for selfish reasons. Your non-sorcerer status was not something that he could just over look so he didn’t pay much attention to you.

That was until he was until he saw you with the twins. He had brought them to the cult since no one could watch them and a meeting had ran too long. They had somehow managed to make it all the way to the lobby by the time he found them.

What he hadn’t expected was you to be crouched down to their level, speaking softly to them. You had a soft smile on your face as you had comforted them.

Maybe his obsession started then or when you had led them to him, a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

All Suguru knows is that he can’t let you leave him or the girls now.

After a few weeks of him getting to know about you, about your family and all other aspects of your life he only is more enthralled. He starts to make a plan to get you in his arms.

Suguru would never force you, he isn’t a monster! You just need a push to see that only he can protect and love you the way you deserve. He can’t be blamed for helping you see what was obvious to him.

You are so confused and scared as the people close to you drop like flies. He feels bad at the panic in your eyes as you tell him that something has cursed you. But it is a small price to pay to keep you safe with him.

Suguru convinces you that he can’t let help you if you move in with him. He explains that demonic spirits cannot enter the time vessel building so as long as you stay here you won’t be touched. You mostly comply but when you get too adventurous he sends one of his curses to spook you back into his waiting arms.

He finds joy in soothing your worries and fears. Suguru always guides your weeping face into his chest for comfort. You have so many but you don’t need to worry about anything anymore, Suguru has you and he wasn’t going to let you go.

Because you are something divine, a being of pure light trapped in a non-sorcerer’s body and he is going to worship you the way you deserve. You have his undivided devotion for as long as he lives, he wouldn’t dream of letting a saint out of his arms.

When he finally coaxes you into his bed his conviction of you being divine is proven right. You are perfect in every way, you were made just for him, sent his way by fate to make up for his terrible existence.

When he convinces you to marry him you are presented as the saint you are. He dresses you in the finest clothing and you sit with him above his congregation.

But he sees how the men look at you so a screen is put up so they can only see a vague outline of you. He can’t let non-sorcerers see you, it would be too much for them.

Suguru’s heart breaks when you express your discontent with your life. His chest aches as you cry about how lonely you feel. He kisses away your tears and pulls you into his lap.

Maybe he should give you another child, he knows how much you adore the twins but a child that held both of your DNA could keep you here and happy. He can already see another child, one with your eyes, running around. And you would look so beautiful pregnant with his child.

That last thought steels his resolve.

Suguru will always make sure to keep you happy, with any means necessary.

Next drabble

Every couple has their own little traditions. The little things that you do for each other on specific occasions. Cute things special for a couple to do together.

You and Suguru have a tradition too- you fuck after every concert. It had been completely unintentional until Suguru had joked about how you both couldn’t keep your hands off each other after concerts.

The high of the crowds, blasting music and sweat had you needy for him and Suguru couldn’t help but want to see you under him after getting all that attention from your adoring fans. So you both had made it an official tradition.

Most of the time you both made it to your hotel room or the car before it happened. But tonight was different, you needed Suguru now and he would never deny you anything.

Pulling him by the collar into an empty room you kiss him like you didn’t need to breathe. His hands roamed your body as he angles you how he wants you. Suguru wastes no time in hiking up your skirt and making out with your dripping cunt.

It felt so good, so right to have him there and so much that you didn’t hear the door open.

Throwing your head back and moaning you see him out of the corner of your eye. A lanky, white haired man was standing in the doorway of the room you two had stumbled into staring at the two of you. His face is a shade of red you have never seen before.

“It looks like we have company- Sugu-”

Fluff, so much fluff 💕

The Gojo clan expects a certain air of perfection from it’s head- and his wife.

You are expected to be perfect, look perfect and act perfect. Even if the kimonos are excessive and your head is heavy with the amount of hair accessories you have in it. But you live up to the image as best as you can.

Satoru couldn’t care less about the image he should up hold. He doesn’t do tradition well and takes pride in running the elders into the ground with his antics.

The one time the two of you are on your best behaviour is the grand gathering to celebrate Satoru’s birthday. Every year elders and clan members from all over migrate to the Gojo clan compound in Kyoto to celebrate.

And you are forced into the most intricate kimono you have and the heaviest amount of hair accessories. It is stuffy and your neck hurts like hell by the end of the night.

You jingle like a million bells as you walk back to you and Satoru’s shared room. The relief to get these pins out of your hair will be heavenly. You can already imagine the bath you will take after this, possibly with a book or your husband or both.

Once you are in your room you wave off the attendants who try to help you undress. You can undress yourself and don’t want to see anyone else tonight.

The kimono is the easier part. You take off layer after layer until you are ready to get on comfortable clothes. The first clothes that are in your closet are Satoru’s so you throw them on and walk to the vanity.

You look like a different person in the mirror. A perfect lady, nothing like the person underneath the makeup and clothes. You push away those thoughts for when you aren’t tired as hell. Slowly you remove the biggest piece on the right side of your head.

About half of your hair is loose when you decide to take a break. You lay your head forward onto the vanity, hoping that the rest of these damn things will just fall out. Maybe you should have just let the attendants take them out-

Two hands graze the top of your hair.

You hum as Satoru begins to remove the pieces. His fingers do wonders as you relax more and more back into his chest. You practically melt into him as he removes the final hair piece.

“Better?” He asks with a chuckle you can feel in his chest behind you.

Your hands reach up to angle the his face down to yours. Smiling up at him you lean up to kiss him. His lips meet yours and you feel his matching smile on yours.

“Much better.” You say after the two of you have pulled away.

“Do you want a bath or to lay in the arms of your handsome husband?” Satoru asks you.

“How about both?” You ask with a laugh.

“That can certainly be arranged lovely.”

Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.

You did want his money but that was another matter!

He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.

That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.

“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.

You had practically melted into the floor.

Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.

He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.

Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?

Sukuna is used to being pulled into the mortal realm, it was a part of the job as a demon. Most humans ask him for trivial things like wealth or immortality.

He has fun with it because he grants those wishes in the worst ways possible. A man will be wealthy but not be able to access it or if someone asks for immortality he will still let them age.

So when he was summoned he was more then ready to twist whatever wish the person had for him.

What he hadn’t expected was to be summoned to a small kitchen. A pot of something he can’t see simmers on the messy stovetop. He looks around for who summoned him here.

Sukuna’s eyes catch on a human sitting cross legged on the floor, an old tattered book in their hands. They are muttering something about thyme?

“Why have you summoned me here?” Sukuna booms and the human looks up in shock.

“Who are you? How did you get into my apartment?” You ask with confusion and rising concern.

Sukuna reiterates with a sigh, “You summoned me here, what do you want?”

Looking down at the book then back up at him then back to the book you look more and more confused.

“You were supposed to be chilli.” You say slowly to him.

If he wasn’t so miffed at being summoned for nothing he would’ve barked out a laugh. So he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“How did you fuck up a chilli recipe this bad?” He asks you.

“I have never been that good of a cook- but this is a new low for me.” You admit and Sukuna joins you on the floor.

He doesn’t miss how your eyes trace the tattoos on his exposed torso. Maybe this won’t be so pointless after all.

“Well,” Sukuna gives you a smirk, “it looks like we are stuck together until you decide on what you want from me.”

-Mdni, talk of sex-

Late one night Suguru gets a knock at his door. You are standing there in a thin dress and robe over it. His eyes trace your body in it. Your expression is concerned as you look him over.

“I could hear you tossing and turning from my room.” You say.

“Oh-” He starts, he hopes you didn’t hear what he has just done to thoughts of you. “I am fine, just restlessness nothing more.”

You don’t seem to convinced with his answer if the slight scrunch to your brows have anything to say about it. He can’t tell you the truth about his sleepless nights. It would scare you off to know how often he thinks of you in those midnight hours.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” You offer.

Suguru’s eyes widen considerably at your offer. Do even know what you are offering him? He doesn’t think you understand the full implications of your statement.

Because he would die for you to stay with him. He would give up his status as the god of the dead to taste you on his tongue. It was almost too tempting to take you up on your offer and drag you to his bed.

His hands itch to take, to give, to hold you down and take what he has wanted since he first saw you.

“I can’t sleep either so I thought we could help each other out?” You say sheepishly, a blush to your cheeks.

Suguru breathes deeply before letting you in.

You walk over to the bed and climb into it. Suguru follows suit but his eyes are on you as you pull a blanket over yourself. He climbs in beside you and you look up at him.

Your eyes are tired and from the red tint to them you have been crying. He longs to make sure you never cry again. Suguru would make you happy, he was sure of that.

“Thank you.” You yawn out as your eyes droop down.

“No need.” He chuckles softly as your eyes finally shut.

During the night you end up snuggled into his chest. He shouldn’t have allowed you to do this. You are far too close to him. He could easily slip in between your legs like he was fantasising about earlier.

Restraint, he reminds himself, he will not touch you without your permission. It would only be good for him if you also wanted it. He couldn’t stand you being scared or in pain while he took you.

Suguru wanted you to want him back.

Act 2 part 1

You wake up slowly. Your body feels so sluggish as you roll over on the mattress. The warmth of the blankets beckon you back to sleep and you almost let yourself fall back asleep.

But you didn’t fall asleep in bed last night.

Opening your eyes slowly you see a dark room. It takes a minute to adjust to the darkness then you see that you are laying in a large black four poster bed. Long black curtains fall down from the top of the frame, shielding you from the rest of the room.

Where are you?

A rustling from outside the curtains catches your attention. You look towards the noise and a voice calls out to you.

“Lady Kore?” A figure gets closer to the bed, “are you awake?”

You shuffle back against the headboard, not knowing who will be behind the curtain. A hand moves the fabric over so he can pop his head inside to look at you.

A boy who is maybe fifteen at most looks over at you. He has dark hair and brown eyes. His eyes have dark circles under them like he has not slept in years. Despite his eye bags his face is kind and he smiles at you.

“I will get My Lord for you!” He says and leaves the room.

You are left alone with more questions than you had a few seconds ago.

Who was his lord? Did he bring you here? If so, why does he want from you?

Soon the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room. You try not to seem afraid of the approaching presence. Squaring your shoulders you watch as a tan hand moves the curtain away from the post to let you see him.

The man from the party looks back at you. Both of you stare at each other for a while, his lavender eyes trace your face as you try to decipher his motive.

“I am sorry for startling you, Lady Kore.” He says and put a hand to his heart and inclines his head. “I found you asleep and brought you to my home to make sure you were alright.”

That makes sense, you passed out against that tree so anyone who was decent would try to make sure you were okay.

“It’s- it’s fine! I was just disoriented by waking up in a bed rather than where I was.” You try to reassure him.

“If you are done sleeping I will not keep you.” He says and reaches out a hand to help you out of the bed.

You study his hand for a minute, debating taking it. Slowly you grab his large hand and he helps you out of the bed. His hand lingers for a few seconds before he withdraws from you.

“Thank you,” You smile at him. “What can I call you?”

He blinks in surprise before grinning,

“Suguru, My Lady.”

Masterlist

Hades! Geto who hates the lavish parties thrown on Olympus.

He is never usually welcomed there, his very presence is a bad omen. The others whisper as he passes them by. He feels exposed and can’t stand it.

But here he is, letting Satoru talk him into going to a party because he may see you.

The man in question has long since left him to drink and flirt with the flower nymphs in attendance.

Suguru had hoped that he could get this love out of his system by visiting you once. You had welcomed him and even praised his bird form. But it only seemed to make his problem worse. His mind wanders from him so often.

He is at war with his own mind. It wanders to you and how you would feel under his hands. He wonders how you would look at him if you knew who he was.

Would you be scared of him?

It would be natural.

You create life and Suguru manages the dead. The two of you are polar opposites yet he feels anchored to you. It was funny how he is surrounded by death but seeing your life makes him yearn to live.

Suguru keeps to the edge of the great hall. He stays near the wall and looks out at the other gods who drink merrily to a new spring.

He knows that you are in charge of this party since spring is your doing but he hasn’t caught sight of you yet. His eyes look down at the wine glass in his hand.

Suguru’s ears register the sound of clicking heels on the marble floor.

“Suguru!”

He looks up to see Yuki, the goddess of love, walking over with an easygoing smile on her red lips. She walks with an air of absolute confidence in her step. Her dress and hips sway as she comes to a stop in front of him, a wine glass in her left hand.

“What a wonderful surprise!” She laughs and pats his shoulder, “You rarely come up the mountain anymore.”

“I have important responsibilities in the underworld.” Suguru answers and looks out at the party again.

“Responsibility is a heavy weight to bear.” Yuji says and leans against the marble column behind her. “But you don’t have to let it consume you.”

Her eyes are sharp against his back as he gazes over the crowds.

“I have a job and I do it well.” He responds simply.

“You can still find time for pleasure.” Yuki comments.

Suguru attempts to respond but his breath hitches as you enter the room.

The room bursts into life as you walk in. Every flower and plant seems to brighten as you move past them. The vines tremble with joy as you pass by and Suguru knows that he is no better. Your face is wide with a smile and he wants to see you smile like that at him.

Suguru wants to be the source of your joy and laughter. He wants so desperately for you to look at him. Suguru realizes that he may never be satisfied if he doesn’t feel your gaze meet his own.

His heart beats out of his chest as your eyes meet his. It is only for a second. One second and Suguru would give anything for you to look again. The arrow in his heart aches for you.

“It looks like you do have room in your life for pleasure Suguru.” Yuki remarks with a knowing smile.

Suguru looks away from you and storms out of the room, leaving Yuki alone as she laughs at him.

He hates parties.

Part 1 Part 2 Sceries masterlist

Nerd!Gojo who has never really been interested in girls, not that they were interested in him either.

His personality, copious amount of digimon shirts and his condescending attitude has sent every girl sprinting in the opposite direction. Any girl who showed any flicker of interest because of his looks learned quickly why the others steered clear of him.

Nerd!Gojo who never minded that until he saw you. You were a transfer student halfway through the spring semester. The professor had introduced you to the class in the usual monotone he lectured in.

You had smiled and taken the seat next to his at the front of the class. He had blinked in confusion at you choosing to sit next to him when there were multiple other seats open. You didn’t talk to him though, just began to take notes as the teacher lectured.

Nerd!Gojo who is naturally gifted when it comes to his classes except for history. He can do math problems in seconds but can’t really tell the Nara and Heian eras apart.

You, on the other hand, know all the answers to every question. The pride that he had cultivated from his constant ability to know things suffers when he can’t answer the teacher but you answer with practiced ease.

Nerd!Gojo who, for the first time in his academically gifted life, tries to study. He does his best but something about it just isn’t sticking. He can answer the question after he studies but they slip his mind as soon as he is next to you in class.

You must be throwing him off somehow.

Nerd!Gojo who blushes bright red with frustration and something else when you help him understand a term in the textbook he has been glaring at for the past fifteen minutes. You just smile kindly, not knowing how you frustrate him.

Nerd!Gojo who decides to just ignore you, if he doesn’t talk to you long enough you will find another seat and stop frustrating him. You catch on to him ignoring him three days in. This doesn’t seem to effect you much and you just keep to yourself.

Nerd!Gojo who comes to a horrifying realisation a week into his plan, he likes your attention.

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.

Hades! Geto who has kept to the underworld for years and never interfered with any other gods. He has never really cared for the holier then thou act that the gods on Olympus put on so he keeps to himself much to Satoru and Shoko’s displeasure.

“You really need to get out of here! It isn’t good for your health to be all cooped up down here.” Satoru remarks loudly and leans back in his chair. The God of Wine has always been very outspoken and flippant. He is most unhelpful despite being one of Suguru’s oldest friends.

“Get out.” He says firmly, not wanting to hear his friend complain about Suguru’s more introverted tendencies.

“Awww don’t be that way Suguru! I know that you are lonely without me or Shoko.” Satoru says but doesn’t stay. His retreating laughter echos in the empty palace.

Hades! Geto who decides to take his friend’s words into consideration. Looking at the human world would not hurt. They would all be in his domain at some point.

Walking through the forest it is so different from his cold domain. Spring (he thinks that is what Satoru had told him this season was called) has come to this forest. Small wildlife and flowers dot the once snow covered landscape. It is an abrupt change from his normal surroundings.

Soft humming draws him forward through the trees. It is a soft and warm sound, like sunlight filtering through the trees. The voice is more beautiful than anything he has heard before.

His feet come to a stop at the tree line. A field of wildflowers of every shape, color and variety rolls out in front of him. It is obvious that this is the work of a goddess, but which one is the question.

Suguru comes face to face with the person humming. You are sat against a large cherry blossom tree, a lap full of flowers as you fashion them in the shape of a crown. He might just trade his whole kingdom of the dead to wear something made by your hands.

With you in his sights and Eros’s arrow lodged in his back, Suguru is just a man.