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What if Gojo killed the Star Religious group?

A small drabble I wrote on the short and immediate aftermath of the Hidden Inventory arc. I always wondered what would happen if Gojo decided to kill all of those people. And what would happen to Suguru as a result?

It’s rather short, I wrote it a few years ago and posted it on Ao3. I’ve fixed it with some edits and improvements. Contains a Suguru who doesn’t quite understand his feelings for Satoru- but he has them anyway.

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-angst -unspoken feelings -the idiots are emotionally stunted -suguru wasn't there -suguru pov -trauma -there is no happy ending but it's not a sad one either -our blue still lives -youth, ah youth -denial

Here it is; enjoy :)

Cup Noodles

All things considered, maybe Suguru would’ve rather found Satoru dead.

If he really thought about it, maybe it would’ve made more sense to Suguru if he had bid his final farewell to a corpse. To mourn Satoru at his grave and curse the elders for letting another teenager die. But of course, Satoru could not confine himself to tradition, nor the mere concept of normal.

Non-standard, perhaps, and yet so predictable in his unpredictability.

Satoru had gone and massacred the entire Star Religious Group after Amanai had been killed. Satoru, in all of his power, had decidedly made a mess of the entire affair. Both metaphorically, and literally. Mangled corpses littered across the grounds, the walls of the building left in tact, if not for the cracks caused by the bodies thrown across them, and the gore left in their crevices. Suguru knew that Satoru could be clean with his technique. He could be fast too, eviscerate them all in a splatter, leave nothing but a pool of blood in his wake. Instead, he tortured them. Slowly, and deliberately. And judging by the fact that all of their faces had been left in tact, frozen in looks of horror and fear, Suguru could see the warning Satoru left behind.

This was personal.

Obviously, Suguru didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. But also, it made sense, of course Satoru would just go ahead and do that. Despite that assassin telling him that he had managed to kill Satoru, shortly after shooting Amanai dead in front of him, of course Satoru had gone and risen from the dead with a revenge. He bets that man had died too, probably torn to shreds by Satoru himself. What a fool for even considering that Satoru had died- The voice in Suguru’s head grabs himself by the shoulders and repeats the sentence like a curse.

Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.

“By law of Jujutsu Society, Special-Grade Curse User Gojo Satoru is now to be executed on-sight, for the murder of over 50 non-sorcerers.”

Suguru scoffs at the mere thought of it.

Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.

Amongst the chaos of it all, Shoko still finds time to pull out a cigarette and smoke it, sitting on the edge of the engawa. She somehow knows Suguru stands behind her, because she comments on the situation in a way that could only be directed at Suguru.

“Looks like you’re their new golden boy.”

Suguru’s ears begin to ring. He can’t find it in him to respond. Shoko fills the silence for both of them.

“Issuing an execution, huh? You and I both know that’s not possible.”

Shoko takes another drag, then turns to meet Suguru’s numb expression. She tosses her cigarette, stomps on it, and walks past Suguru.

“Say hi to him for me, will ya?”

Amongst all… this, amongst all the corpses and curses and suffocating elders, something dies alongside it, and as Suguru truly begins to realise the true weight of the situation, he can only cradle it and watch quietly as life slips from it and fades away.

He and Satoru were doomed from the start, weren’t they?

-

Suguru had received the text at 3:32 am. Suguru was still awake, at that point. Not like he ever slept any earlier on a normal night, anyway. Satoru had shut his phone off (as evidenced by the lack of response to calls or messages), but Suguru assumed he turned it back on to send him the message.

Suguru had two options.

One- Rat him out, show it to the elders and maybe settle this all for good, maybe they could all die trying to kill the strongest.

The other, throw on a hoodie and head for the nearest train station.

Suguru carefully turns the knob on Satoru’s dorm, packs an extra set of clothes and heads off, with extra cash in case they find an open convenience store. He takes care not to use any cursed energy on the way to the address Satoru sent him, lest someone decides to track him down.

As footsteps stomp on gravel, Suguru swallows the building bile in his throat, and ignores the growing ache in his heart. It all builds, it swirls and it rings, and Suguru feels drowned in that taste of vomit-rag. He could not throw up a curse, but it damn well felt like he would.

He realises he forgot to bring a hair tie. He couldn’t quite care to turn back to get one.

Gravel turns to pavement, and his feet hit the road.

At least, his goodbye would be on his own terms.

-

“You’re early.”

Suguru glares at Satoru, the lack of bloodstains adorning him unnerving. A constant reminder of the infinite space between them. And for the first time since they had met, Suguru genuinely considers Satoru as somebody untouchable.

“I guess I brought extra clothes for nothing.”

“Nah, I’ll still need them. Thanks for showing up.”

“…Yeah.”

Suguru sighs, tossing Satoru the backpack and sitting down at a table outside of the convenience store. Satoru opts for changing in the washroom inside, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts. He then decides he doesn’t like his thoughts, so he wanders inside and buys two cup ramens for them, extra spicy, just because he can.

He tears the packets and pours them over the solid noodles, making sure each packet ends up empty. He fills them with hot water from the dispenser at front, carefully filling the water to the line. He brings them out to the table, setting their chopsticks on the lids to let the noodles cook.

He looks at the watch in the store- 4:06 am. The worker is playing on a DS behind the counter. Suguru lets himself become absorbed in the tedium, the faint sounds of beeps. Because otherwise he might just punch something.

Satoru eventually walks out of the washroom, new clothes on with the backpack thrown over his shoulder. He smiles at the sight of the ramen, then proceeds to sit down in front of a cup, and as a result, in front of Suguru.

“Mind if I keep the bag?”

“Yeah, I’ll just use yours back at the dorms.”

“Got it. Are the noodles cooked yet?”

“A few more minutes.”

“Ah. Wow, extra spicy?”

“Why? Can’t handle it?”

“Oh, shut up.”

It’s easy, Suguru thinks to himself. It’s so easy for them to just talk like this. To act like nothing’s wrong. To share a meal and throw jokes at each other. Satoru smiles, and for a moment, there really is nothing wrong in the world. It’s just them, Satoru and Suguru eating cup noodles at 4am at some convenience store.

Suguru decides to let himself pretend they’re just two normal teenagers, nothing more, and nothing less.

4:11 am.

“Ah, the noodles should be ready now.”

“Great.”

The two rip apart their chopsticks, and peel off the lids. Suguru liked to keep his on, open just enough to be able to access the whole cup. Satoru straight up peeled his clean off. They begin eating.

It’s just them, Suguru thinks. It’s nobody but them.

But it’s never been about just them, has it? It never was.

At least, it shouldn’t have been.

“Why’d you send me a text with your exact location? You know I could’ve come here just to execute you.”

“Well, I trust you.”

Satoru slurps his noodles, and Suguru stares at his.

“After all that, I’m not so sure I can even consider trusting, anymore.”

Satoru is still wearing his shades, but Suguru can feel his piercing gaze. Suguru looks back, and knows without a doubt they lock eyes.

“Did you have a reason?”

“No, not really.” Satoru answers, in the most casual way in the world.

Suguru clutches his chopsticks in a fist.

“Well? Was it worth it?”

“You tell me.” Satoru sits up. “Have they changed at all, back there?”

They’re panicked out of their minds. Suguru scoffs.

“You know they’ll hunt you down.”

“And you know if they do manage to find me-”

“Yeah. The strongest bullshit. Whatever.”

“…Exactly,” Satoru scoffs.

Suguru slowly eats more of his noodles, letting the spice burn on his tongue and sting his eyes.

“I… I want to tell you that we have to protect the weak. You know that as much as I do, no matter how much bullshit you spew about not believing in it.”

It’s just the spice. The ramen is spicy. That’s all.

“If I had arrived there, any earlier… would you still have done it?”

Satoru smiles. “Only if you told me to.”

Suguru swallows the noodles.

“I feel like a hypocrite.”

“Really.”

“You killed them… but I would’ve done the same, wouldn’t I? No matter how wrong it is… I just can’t stand those…”

The echo of a voice, a man standing above him. Was he unconscious? Was he dying? He felt a foot to his face, arrogance in spades. You were both beaten by a monkey like me who can’t even use Jujutsu.

“…Monkeys.”

Satoru offers no reply. Suguru lets his hair fall across his face, obscuring whatever look he might have on his face. Although, Suguru doesn’t know if he’s hiding from Satoru’s face, or hiding his own expression.

“After all they’ve done… How could anyone let them live?”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Suguru pauses, then laughs. He laughs and he cackles and he laughs. He looks at Satoru and everything becomes right. Satoru isn’t laughing though, but the humour is shared when he smiles back. Suguru must be going hysterical. He’s laughing and Satoru isn’t. What kind of world have they come to?

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Satoru retorts.

“Shut the fuck up.”

For a moment, Suguru dares to feel the swirling in his chest. To dip his toes in and test the temperature. It’s surprisingly warm, almost unsettlingly so.

He’ll leave it be, for now. It’s something he doesn’t have the time to unpack. There are many, many more things that he should be worried about right now.

“Y’know, Suguru…”

“Hm?”

“…”

“Satoru?”

“Nothing, I just- I want you to know that… we’re still the same, yeah? I mean, you can come and hunt me down and try to kill me all you want or whatever, but to me, we’ll still be the same. Always. You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?”

Suguru chuckles. “One and only? Cheesy shit, dude.”

“I’m being serious. You’re-“

“I know, I’m joking. We’re- we’re fine. Yeah. We’re fine.”

“Good… good.”

“Yeah.”

They finish up the last of their ramen, and it’s 5:24 am. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the summer days last long, and the beginnings of dusk paint the sky in a dark blue.

Satoru stands up first, throwing the backpack over his shoulder, and tossing Suguru his phone.

“Keep it.”

“I get that you can’t keep it on you because of, well, tracking, but do I have to keep it?”

“Yeah. I’ve taken the sim out, so don’t worry. But there’s like, a whole album of videos and shit. Look at them if you’re bored, or whatever. I know there’s some pretty good music on there too.”

“You won’t miss it?”

“Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.”

Suguru shoots out of his seat.

“Wait, what are you planning to do anyway?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m being hunted by the police, and the government can deploy all the SWAT they want and they know it’s not enough to kill me. Let them sort it out. By the end, all I’ll get is a bounty placed on my head, and a legacy as the Jujutsu world’s boogeyman.” Satoru waves his arms around dramatically as he begins cleaning up his mess of a ramen cup.

“You’re not explaining anything.”

Satoru crumples the ramen cup in his hands. There’s a pause, and then, there’s Satoru’s angry voice. Except, it’s a different type of anger. A kind that Suguru hasn’t heard in his voice before. “I don’t, fucking, know, Suguru. I don’t fucking know. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna say fuck all and hand myself in. I’ll figure it out, eventually. And you’re gonna be told to go and find me, and you’re gonna be told to kill me. And every single time, you’re gonna fail, and we’ll keep meeting anyway.”

Suguru lets out an exasperated sigh. So much for preparing to bid farewell.

“Don’t go too far, yeah?”

“Don’t worry. I don’t think I can anyway.”

They throw out their ramen cups, and begin walking to the train station. It’s a silent walk, and Suguru absorbs every step they take, every moment they spend. The grey of the pavement, the dark blue of the night sky shifting into something purple. The sun is rising. Satoru walks next to him, the sound of his feet hitting the ground as a small reassurance that he’s still there- that his barrier wasn’t up. And Suguru realizes, Satoru is pretending too. That they’re two, normal people. On a very normal walk, on a very normal morning.

So Suguru takes it in- this normalcy. And he clings to it, tighter than he ever has before. And as they pass through the entrance gates of the train station, Satoru stops walking. He’s headed in a different direction, opposite to where Suguru needs to go.

This is it.

“So. See you later, then?”

Satoru grins. That stupid, shit-eating grin that Suguru hates.

No, he loathes it.

Suguru grins back. “Yeah. See you. Oh, and Shoko says hi.”

“Tell her I said hi back.”

“Yup… Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

Suguru doesn’t quite know what to do. He hasn’t said many goodbyes, and with the ones he has, he hugged them and promised not to die. He doesn’t exactly miss his parents though, not like he knows he will with Satoru.

He’s gonna fucking miss Satoru. Like a damn lot. A fucking ton.

It’s not like he’ll ever admit that though.

“Nothing. You’re just stupid.”

“You’re so mean to me, Suguru.”

“You deserve it.”

The silence rings between them one last time, and Suguru drinks it all in. The white of Satoru’s soft hair, the pale glow of his skin, the line of his jaw and the shapes of his build, the faint blue that peeks through his shades. He drinks in Satoru, in perhaps, the last glance he will take at him as just two, normal teenagers.

And Satoru stands there, as if waiting. And Suguru realizes, Satoru won’t go unless Suguru lets him.

Suguru swallows the vomit-rag taste in his throat.

“Until next time, then.”

“Mhm!”

They don’t hug. They don’t shake hands. Not even a high-five. Satoru just nods, smiles that stupid smile of his, and turns on his heel. As he walks away, Suguru no longer hears his footsteps. So Suguru does the same. Turns on his heel, and walks away. Miraculously, his train arrives at the platform the moment he looks at it. He boards it, and doesn’t look back.

Who knows what he would’ve done if he ever decided to look back.

-

6:02 am is when Suguru steps foot back into Jujutsu High. He knows nobody is awake with the lack of response as he steps through the barrier, and heads back to the dorms. And for the first time, in all of 48 hours, Suguru feels the heart-crushing weight of absence.

Satoru was no longer someone by his side.

This sinks in, as he walks into the dorms and there is no obnoxious chatter following him. Yet despite this, Satoru overwhelms his life like vines overgrown on a home old enough to have leaks.

He steps back into his own room, and Satoru lives in the place. The scratch on the wall from that time they had gotten into a fight while playing Super Mario Bros. The way the curtains were always closed because Satoru’s eyes were sensitive to too much light. A pack of hair ties Satoru bought for Suguru as an apology for said Mario Bros fight.

One of Satoru’s hoodies strewn across Suguru’s chair. A pile of manga the two of them traded so often, Suguru was sure neither of them remembered who bought what anymore. Stacks of video games, misplaced socks and clothes, manga and notebooks and pens and pencils, posters and cd’s.

So many bits and pieces of his life had only existed as a result of Satoru. And Satoru just wasn’t there anymore.

They say that you don’t realise what you have until it’s gone. Suguru learns that this rings true the hard way.

Satoru might’ve been alive, but not in the way Suguru knew him to be. Reachable by text. A knock next door. A tap on the shoulder. A kick to the shin.

Satoru would now always be farther and farther and unreachable than ever, and Suguru can only find it in him to laugh.

An arrogant, obnoxious, self-absorbed prick. Beyond his capacity for greatness, there was nothing more to him than that. Just another person to walk through Suguru’s life- that’s all he’ll ever be.

Suguru turns down the hall, swings Satoru’s dorm room open, kicks the door shut and collapses onto his bed.

Suguru feels an object press into his thigh from his pocket. Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.

He takes Satoru’s phone out of his pocket, and tosses it onto Satoru’s messy drawer.

He’s tired, Suguru decides. For a moment, just a moment, he’ll pretend nothing has changed.

We’ll still be the same, yeah?

(He hopes they will. God, he hopes they will.)

You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?

(That hurt. Why did that hurt? Why did it make his heart pound and his head spin? Why’d that make him want to throw up and punch the living shit out of Satoru? One and only? Seriously? Did he really have nobody else? Was he the only person Satoru even considered? And why does the implications of that make him want to damn it all and find Satoru himself? Join him on whatever stupid escapade he was on? Betray all of Jujutsu Society and everything he stood for while he was at it?)

Suguru shuts his eyes.

(Things would be easier if they had just forgetten about each other.)

I don’t. Fucking. Know, Suguru.

He takes a deep breath.

(He hates Satoru.)

You love me.

The world stills. Suguru falls asleep. And he dreams of a world where Satoru never left, where he never killed those people, where he stayed alongside him, where things never change. And for some reason, Suguru doesn’t find comfort in that dream. Because somewhere along the way, it all goes wrong, and Suguru ends up dead in an alley.

When Suguru wakes up, he doesn’t remember much of the dream. But he continues on with the small notion of the possibility, that it could be worse. It could all be much, much worse.

And he’ll see Satoru again, someday, somewhere, even if as enemies, Suguru knows.

That at some point, there was just the two of them. And it would always be the two of them, even if the world demands otherwise.

You’ll still be… my one and only, y’know?

Satoru Gojo

They say Satoru Gojo has no hobbies. It’s an official fact. The reason is because “he can do anything he tries and is almost perfect at it.” So he finds no enjoyment or pleasure in any hobby.

“He’s about perfect at anything he does…”

…Yet he couldn’t realize his best friend was drowning in grief and slowly killing himself.

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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that he’s been hiding something about your relationship the entire time

INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. “Baby, please just listen to me.” He pleads, following after you.

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.” You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels you’ve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event he’s been planning for months now.

“I’m not trying to make excuses. Please.” He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. “Stop throwing shit and just talk to me!”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, you’re a fucking asshole.” You seethe, narrowing your eyes. “I sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?” You scoff.

“She’s just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.

“Oh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know we’ve been only together for a year, Satoru, but that’s fucking low.” You pull away from him. “They didn’t even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didn’t do a damn thing to stop it!” You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.

“Slow down, y/n! Baby—”

“I’m not your fucking ‘baby’, Satoru.” You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.

“Stop for just one second.” He spins you around so you’re facing him. “Don’t leave. I swear you’re the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.” He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you can’t forgive him that easily. “I only want you. I only need you.”

You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Should’ve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.” You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.

Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasn’t going to let you go. Not like this. “I shouldn’t have let her near me.”

“Why was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?” You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. “Now that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.” You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.

“It was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!” He tried to explain. “Baby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. You’re the only who has my heart.” He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.

“Clearly I ain’t the only who who’s got your dick, though.” You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.

“Don’t say that, y/n. That’s the first time I’ve seen her in years!”

“Yeah? Well all your friends sure know about her. She must’ve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!” You scoff. “Like I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!” You throw your hands up in disbelief. “You must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!”

“I don’t take you for a joke! You’re my goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!” He takes a step towards you.

“Do I know that?” You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.

“What—of course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?” He looked at you with pure confusion.

“You’re a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. You’re a piece of shit.” You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. “Think I wouldn’t find out?” You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.

“Yes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend but—”

“So you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.” You step closer towards him. “Listen to me, Satoru, don’t ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

“No, no, no, baby. You can’t leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I don’t want us to end this way.” He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.

“Let me go, Satoru.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I can’t. You’re everything to me. She’s nothing compared to you.” He sniffles, holding your hands in his. “I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. And I’m sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She can’t.” His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.

You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. “Bye, Satoru.” You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojo’s sobs, something you’ve never heard before in the year you’ve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought you’d see or him break down. Especially not for you.

three valentine's days

< Valentine's Days during three different eras of Gojo's life. >

tags: satosugu, fluff, light angst, language of flowers, mutual pining, canon compliant, very short ficlet

warnings: referenced canonical character death

word count: 995 words

a/n: i wrote this fic last year for v-day, and it's that time again, so i thought i'd post it on tumblr 🩷

just friends ft. jjk men

based on this ask

cw: angst no comfort, toxic reader, gaslighting, implications of cheating, swearing, not proofread

a/n: i started playing lads if you couldn’t tell by the name choices i made in this one :P requests are open! (more toxic reader ideas are welcome)

bad dreams ft. jjk men

synopsis: you had a nightmare where the jjk men died and they comfort you and assure you that they are very much alive

cw: angst with comfort, mentions of death, swearing, not proofread

a/n: requests are open :P

blowing smoke - mma!toji

cw: enemies to lovers, mentions of abuse, blood, smut MDNI, inexperienced!reader, cunnilingus, penetration, pull out method, pet names (princess), vanilla tbh, angst with comfort, happy ending

characters: toji, gojo, choso, sukuna, shiu, megumi, yuki

word count: 7k

you stood in front of one of the most notorious mma gyms in the world. this gym housed some of the biggest names in mma including the infamous toji fushiguro. toji was a household name not only in japan but the world. he had a reputation for being a ruthless fighter with an arrogant attitude. he also just so happened to be your new boss. you had no idea how you landed a job as his assistant, but nevertheless, you were grateful for the opportunity.

the muffled sounds of grunts and rattling punching bags made your stomach turn. you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves before entering the gym. the muffled sounds were now loud and clear as you stepped inside. you looked around to see a bunch of fighters sparring on blood stained mats. the gym suddenly went quiet as the door slammed behind you, causing all the fighters to stop and stare at you. you recognized a couple of them as satoru gojo and choso kamo. they both smiled at you, which made you feel slightly more comfortable.

“ah there she is” a voice boomed. you turned to see an older man walking towards you with a smile on his face. it was shiu, toji’s manager and the man that gave you this job. you watched as the fighters exchanged confused looks before looking back at you. they were obviously wondering why this random girl was standing in the middle of the gym.

“follow me. toji’s in the locker room,” shiu stated before ushering you towards the back of the gym. you followed closely behind him. your heart began to beat faster as you neared the locker room. you wondered if toji was really as scary and mean as people say he is. as soon as you stepped into the room, the fighter looked at you with sharp green eyes. toji’s eyes shot daggers into you before he turned his attention back to the hand he was wrapping.

“who’s this?” he asked in an annoyed tone, not even bothering to look up from what he was doing. you were taken aback by his demeanor. he could’ve easily asked you who you were, but he chose to completely dismiss you.

“this is y/n, your new assistant. try not to scare this one off,” shiu explained. before you could process shiu’s response, toji scoffed loudly.

the tall man paced, shaking his head in disbelief. you stood frozen unsure if you should say anything. however, it was painfully obvious toji was not thrilled to have you there.

“how many times have i told you that i don’t need a fucking assistant?” his harsh tone made your hair stand up. you knew toji had a reputation for being rude, but you didn’t realize he would be such a dick.

“i don’t care. i’m your manager, so what i say goes. you run me ragged as it is. i’m not going to continue to be your errand runner on top of that, so get over it,” shiu retorted before leaving the room.

the locker room grew uncomfortably quiet as you stared at toji. the look of absolute disdain was prevalent on his face. you waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. he left you no choice but to break the silence yourself.

“um, hi, mr. fushiguro. it’s an honor to be-“

“grab my bag,” toji cut you off. he brushed passed you out of the locker room. you were left stunned by his rudeness. you hoisted the bag over your shoulder and followed him out to the practice mats. you set his bag down on the bench beside you as you watched toji spar with gojo. toji bounced on his toes swiftly dodging every jab sent by gojo. it was incredible how such a large man was able to move so quickly. no wonder he was the best fighter in the world.

“fucking ow, dude” gojo shouted, pulling you out of your thoughts. the coaches swarmed gojo as he fell to the ground wincing. toji rolled his eyes and walked over to you.

“water” he demanded, reaching a hand out to you. ‘fucking dick’ you thought to yourself before handing him his water bottle. you were already getting sick of his attitude, but you had no choice but to suck it up. the money was too good, and you had bills to pay.

“i thought you guys were just supposed to be sparring. why did you hit him so hard?” you asked, trying to make conversation.

“we are,” toji replied bluntly not answering your question. you were surprised you got a reply at all. he tossed the water bottle back at you before stepping back onto the mat.

“toji, what the fuck were you thinking? satoru has a fight coming up. why the fuck would you make contact with him like that?” gojo’s coach shouted.

“you think his opponent isn’t gonna hit him? i was just getting him ready for his fight…not babying him like the rest of you do,” toji scoffed, stepping up to him.

“you’re done for today. go home,” shiu intervened before things got carried away.

toji grabbed his bag and stormed out of the gym. you ran after him unsure of what to do in this situation.

“don’t follow me,” he spat before getting in his car.

he sped off, leaving you alone and confused on the curb. you walked back inside to see a group of trainers now huddled around gojo. through the bodies, you could see a dark purple bruise forming on his pale torso.

“why are you still here?” shiu asked, stepping in front of you.

“toji told me not to follow him and left before i could say anything,” you responded quietly. shiu shook his head and scoffed. this was just great. toji was going to get you fired because he left without you.

“he’s such an asshole. i apologize for his behavior. i guess you can go home for the day,” he sighed. it seemed like he was more defeated than you in this whole situation. you wondered how many past assistants didn’t make it through their first day because of toji. but, if there was one thing about you, it was that you are a spiteful person. toji wasn’t going to scare you off so easily. if anything, his attitude made you want to stick around even more just to piss him off.

as the weeks went on, toji's next big match neared. his opponent was ryomen sukuna. the pair had the biggest rivalry in the mma. toji was the one, who dethroned sukuna and stripped him of his world champion title, so this fight was going to be their big rematch. he was constantly training…oh and still being a dick to you. his demands and attitude only seemed to get worse the closer his match got. but, you had started to develop a thick skin. you were used to it by now, which surprised everyone including toji.

“y/n, water,” toji demanded as he took a break from sparring.

“you know a please would be nice every once in awhile,” you said, handing him his bottle.

the fighter rolled his eyes at you before taking a drink. he still wasn’t talking to you much besides barking orders, but at least he was calling you by your name. before you knew it, the training day was over. everyone had gone home except for you. toji had a press conference the following day for his fight against sukuna, so you had to do some social media prep as well as finish some extra work shiu had given you.

you were totally absorbed in your work until you heard the door to gym open and close. no one else was supposed to be here. you quietly got up from your desk and walked into the practice area. you couldn’t see anything besides a large dark figure, who was breathing heavily.

“hello?” you called out before turning on the lights. as the gym illuminated, you could make out the figure’s face. it was toji, but his eye was black and his lip was bleeding.

“oh my god! what happened?” you asked, rushing over to him. you pulled his hood away from his face, so you could get a better look at his injuries. you turned his face gently towards you, earning a soft wince from him. his green eyes avoided your gaze as he remained silent. you grabbed his hand and led him to the trainer’s room, so you could clean up the cuts on his face. he sat on one of the table as you grabbed some alcohol and gauzes.

“so are you gonna tell me happened?” you asked with your back still turned towards toji.

he remained silent. he hadn’t made a peep since he stumbled into the gym. it was really starting to get on your nerves. it was like talking to a brick wall. you had been working for him for three months at this point, and you still had yet to have an actual conversation with him. his attitude towards you had you second guessing everything you did. you didn’t know why he hated you so much, or if he even cared enough about you to hate you. but, you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“what the fuck is your deal?” you spat, turning around to face him. his face remained blank as he stared at you. that stupid stare made your blood boil, “i have done absolutely nothing to you yet you treat me like shit if you choose to acknowledge my existence at all. because if you’re not barking orders at me, you act like i don’t exist. now, you come stumbling into the gym battered and bruised without explanation, and you can’t even answer a simple question when i’m just trying to help you.”

toji’s eyes widened in shock as you continued to yell at him. no one had ever talked to him that way. once you noticed the change in his expression, your words trailed off. this was the most emotion you had seen from him. now suddenly, you were conscious of what you were doing. silence lingered in the air once more before toji opened his mouth to speak.

“i’m sorry…” he muttered.

your ears must’ve been mistaking you. there is no way he just apologized to you.

“i have a reason for acting the way i do,” he continued, “my parents abused me when i was kid. nothing i ever did was good enough for them no matter how much i tried to get their approval. my dad would knock me around and remind me that i would always be a failure to him while my mom turned a blind eye to his abuse. my upbringing taught me that i can only rely on myself. it turned me into a cold-blooded fighter, who never let anyone ever get close to him.”

“i didn’t know that…but why take it out on me?” you asked.

“every assistant i’ve had before quit after their first day. they always claimed i was too harsh and scary. part of me wanted it that way. i didn’t need anyone doing stuff for me because sooner of later it would get personal, and that scared the shit out of me. you were different. you never showed an ounce of fear towards me, so i tried my best to drive you away because i was scared of having someone actually care about me for once,” toji explained.

you let his words settle around the both of you. everything started to make sense to you because it was true you never found toji scary. you could always tell there was a part of him that didn’t want to act that way. you knew there had to be more to him, and now you know that there is.

“you know if you ever took the time to get to know me, you would’ve known we are more similar than we seem,” you said, looking at him. he gave you confused look. how could the two of you have stuff in common? there was no way. “i don’t have the best relationship with my parents either…in fact, i haven’t talked to them since i turned 18 and moved out of their house. my dad was a drunk, who liked to take his anger out on me, and my mom did nothing to stop it. they both hated me and wished nothing but the worst for me. much like you, i always tried to seek their approval to no avail. so when you continued to shut me out, it made me feel like a kid again. i was scared that i would never get your approval. it made me feel like i would never be able to do anything right in my life just like my parents had told me so many times.”

toji couldn’t believe it. he felt so much guilt for the way he treated you. he was honestly shocked you put up with his behavior at all. if he was in your shoes, he would’ve left a long time ago.

“so why did you stick around?”

“because i wasn’t going to let my parents be right,” you smirked at him, earning a small chuckle from toji, “enough with the sad backstory stuff…are you going to tell me what the hell happened to you?”

“sukuna’s team jumped me…fucking asshole. dude knows he can’t win in a fair match up, so he pulls this shit,” toji explained.

“can’t you tell someone and get him in trouble or something?”

“i’d much rather beat his ass again,” toji said smugly.

you rolled your eyes playfully at him. men are such simple creatures always trying to assert dominance over each other. you poured some alcohol on the gauze and dabbed it lightly on his bloody lip. he hissed in response, jerking away from your touch.

“it’s not that bad, you big baby,” you giggled.

he flashed a wide smile at you. his gaze was so much softer now. the cold and mean fighter persona was slowly falling, and the real toji was coming out. you finished cleaning him up before giving him an ice pack for his eye.

“thank you, y/n. i really appreciate it,” toji said. the sincerity was evident in his voice. it sort of took you by surprise. you couldn’t believe toji of all people was capable of doing such a thing.

“don’t mention it,” you smiled back.

toji ended up keeping you company for the rest of the night while you finished your work. he insisted you use his favorite pictures of himself in the promo poster for the fight. you noticed him sneaking glances at you while you worked away. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy having his attention for once, but you would never admit that.

the next day, toji actually smiled at you when you got to the gym. shiu gave you a confused look to which you just shrugged your shoulders. you set your things down in the office and started to help shiu prepare for the press conference. before you knew it, reporters and journalists flooded the gym. you watched toji answer questions bluntly of course. he hated doing these things, so he made them as miserable for the journalists as they were for him. it was amusing to watch.

“toji, how do you plan on taking ryomen sukuna down this time?” a journalist asked, obviously trying to start some pre-match beef between the two fighters.

“exactly how i did the first time,” toji deadpanned .

“can you expand on that?”

“nope.”

you tried to stifle a laugh, but your quiet giggle didn’t escape toji’s ears. he glanced in your direction before looking away with the slightest smirk on his face.

“what did you do to him? i’ve never seen him smile especially not at you,” shiu whispered.

“well i had enough of his attitude and beat him up obviously,” you replied, gesturing to toji, who’s black eye was almost swollen shut at this point.

after what felt like forever, the press conference was over. you understood now why toji hated those things so much. you were exhausted and all you did was sit there, but nevertheless you had to help clean everything up. you were folding up chairs when toji walked over to you.

“you know if i would’ve known cleaning was a part of my job description, i would not have applied,” you joked.

“well, you have to make yourself useful somehow,” toji smirked. the scar on the corner of his lips stretching as he did so.

“i liked it better when you didn’t talk to me.”

“yeah yeah whatever. i’ll help you, whiny ass.”

toji took the folding chair out of your hands and added it to the five he was already holding. such a show off. you continued to hand toji chairs while he carried them to the supply room. toji’s demeanor was so much different now. the way he talked and acted towards you was so much softer. he would act shy if you caught him staring at you by looking away quickly or how he always came to find you during his breaks. but, your demeanor was different too. you always looked forward to the shared glances or the goofy smile he would give you after he was done sparring. in that moment, everything seemed to click. you were falling for toji.

“hey so i wanted to ask if you would be able to come to my house after we’re done here?” toji asked, putting away the final chair. you tried to hide your shock at such an abrupt question. that could be taken so many different ways, but how did he mean it?

“i meant like to help me with something,” he followed up after noticing your hesitation.

“oh yeah right! i mean that is what you pay me for,” you laughed, trying to play it off.

“you can ride with me if you want,” he offered, “you know i just figured it would be easier that way.”

“yeah that’s fine with me,” you smiled as you followed him to his car.

the ride to his apartment or pent house rather was comfortably quiet. you were just enjoying each other’s company, but you could tell something was on toji’s mind. maybe it had to do with what he needed help with, but you figured you would find out sooner or later.

you stepped into his enormous pent house, wondering how one person could occupy such a large space. the interior was dark, but the large floor to ceiling window let plenty of light in.

“wow, this place is huge,” you stated still in awe.

toji chuckled and took off his jacket, throwing it on the back of the couch. you were still looking around, so you hadn’t realized he had left the room. you only noticed when you heard two pair of footsteps echoing through the living room. you turned to see toji and a small boy standing beside him. the boy almost looked like an exact copy of toji.

“y/n meet my son, megumi,” toji said. a hint of nervousness noticeable in his voice. you were shocked to learn toji had a kid. he never talked about him. the realization hit a moment later. if toji could hide having a kid, he could definitely be secretly married or dating someone. the thought alone made your stomach turn as a pang of jealousy hit you. yet, you had no choice but to push those thoughts aside. as of right now, you were just his assistant nothing more.

“hi, megumi. it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, crouching down to the boy’s level. megumi looked away shyly and hid behind his dad’s leg. you couldn’t help but giggle at his cuteness.

“don’t be rude, megs. say hi back,” toji encouraged, ruffling his hair, “she doesn’t bite.”

megumi hesitantly stepped out from behind toji and greeted you. his little voice made your heart melt.

“so i’m guessing he’s what you needed help with?,” you said, hoping to get a little more context.

“yeah my nanny just quit, so i need help taking care of him when i have practice and matches,” toji explained.

“well, i have absolutely no issue looking after this cutie,” you smiled down at megumi, who was still hiding behind toji, “i didn’t know you had a kid, though.”

“thank you. i’m sorry for just springing this on you. i try to keep him out of the limelight as much as possible. i want to give him the most normal childhood i can.”

“that’s really sweet of you, but it’s no issue really.”

over the course of the evening, megumi started to break out of his shell. he was incredibly blunt little boy to no surprise with a dad like toji, but he was so sweet like him too. you also learned his mom wasn’t really in the picture, which made your heart hurt for megumi, but it was nice to know toji was single. while the two of you sat on the ground, megumi climbed into your lap and continued playing like nothing. you looked over at toji who was just as surprised as you.

“looks like you two are getting along just fine,” toji chuckled. all the nerves he had about the two of you meeting were now forgotten. he didn’t know why he was so worried in the first place. you were one of the sweetest, most genuine people he’s ever met.

“well duh. he’s my little buddy. isn’t that right, megs?” the boy nodded his head and continued playing with his toys. you and toji looked at each other and smiled softly, realizing this was healing the both of you in a way.

toji’s fight with sukuna was getting closer by the day, which meant toji spent more time at the gym. this also meant you had to watch megumi more often not that you minded. the two of you mostly hung out in your office but would sit and watch toji spar from time to time. it was incredible to see megumi’s eye light up as he watched his dad.

“y/n, i want do that,” he smiled, pointing at his dad, who dodged choso’s attack before kicking the pad on his side.

“daddy’s pretty cool, isn’t he?” you asked. megumi nodded his head enthusiastically before dragging you over to one of the practice mats. you put on a pair of striking pads on your hands before crouching in front of megumi. he wasted no time punching away at them. you exaggerated his strength by falling over a couple of times, but the smile on his face was more than worth it.

toji took a break from training, looking over at you and megumi. he watched as his son punched the pads on your hands and you toppling over before telling megumi how strong he is. he couldn’t help a smile from breaking out on his face. it was the first time he realized that he was catching feelings. how could he not? you gave him a second chance when he didn’t deserve one and now you’re helping him in more way than he could think of. it wasn’t even because it was your job to help. you were simply helping him because you wanted to. he realized how much he looked forward to your presence everyday. he felt an unfamiliar comfort whenever you were around.

“little man wore himself out,” toji said as he carried a sleeping megumi into his pent house. you smiled, looking at how peaceful he was.

“he had a long day of training,” you giggled, “you know he told me he wants to be just like you.”

toji smiled to himself but didn’t say anything. he was afraid that if he tried to speak he would end up crying. those words were all he’s ever wanted to hear. he had his son’s approval, and that meant the world to him. he carefully put megumi to bed while you made yourself comfortable in the living room.

“i’m gonna take a shower. be right back,” toji said, peeking his head around the corner.

“i’ll be here,” you replied, turning on the tv.

you were so absorbed in your show that you hadn’t heard toji walk into the room. your heart nearly stopped when he plopped down next to you on the couch.

“oh my god! you scared…me,” your words trailed off to see toji half naked beside you. your eyes trailed down his bare chest, noticing every bruise and scar left from his previous fights. his happy trail peeked out of his waistband ever so slightly…his bulge extremely noticeable underneath his gray sweats.

“uh huh, you must be so scared,” he teased, waiting for your eyes to meet his. your eyes snapped up as your cheeks turned a dark crimson. your brain felt like it was short circuiting trying to think of a witty comeback, but you were too flustered. a smirk formed on toji’s lips, realizing the affect he was having on you. “you act like you’ve never seen a shirtless dude…you a virgin or something?”

in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die. your body was on fire as his question repeated in your head. the air felt heavy with tension. toji’s gaze burned into you while he awaited your response.

“i’m not…i just don’t have a lot of experience” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“want to change that?” toji asked, placing a hand large hand on your thigh. you searched for even the smallest ounce of flippancy in his face, but he was dead serious.

“but what about megumi? he might wake up.”

“you’ll have to try and be quiet.”

you nodded as toji moved closer to you. his green eyes stared deep into yours. your heartbeat quickened as he closed the distance between the two of you. butterflies erupted in your stomach when his lips connected with yours. you leaned into the kiss, following toji’s lead. you couldn’t believe this was happening. your once ridged body began to relax as toji deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip. you granted him entry, allowing your tongues to fight for dominance. toji overpowered you like it was nothing. the heat between your thighs only grew as he pressed you back into the couch, so he was hovering over you. with one of his hands, he spread your legs enough for his knee to fit snuggly between them. his knee pressed up against your clothed clit with the slightest amount of pressure. your body twitched at the sensation, bucking your hips against him.

“someone’s eager,” toji teased, breaking away from your lips. in any other situation, you would’ve told him to shut up, but he was right…no use in denying that now.

“how long have you been waiting for this?” he asked, trailing kisses down your neck.

“awhile,” you moaned, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck. toji smirked against your skin before attacking your lips once more. your bodies moved in unison. need evident in your movements.

“then let’s move this along…i can’t keep you waiting any longer,” toji reached a hand between your bodies before pulling your shirt over your head. he let out a satisfied hum, seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra. this made you completely aware of how you were on full display for him. your arm instinctively covered your bare torso. with a quickness, toji pulled your arms away from your body, so he could take in your figure.

“you don’t need to hide from me, princess. you are absolutely stunning,” he hummed, licking his lips. his sweet words made your thighs squeeze around his leg. his hands ran slowly up your sides, send a chill down your spine. he stopped once he landed on your boobs. he kneaded them between his rough palms before placing one in his mouth. his tongue swirled around your nipple. you moaned at the sensation, arching your back into his touch.

toji slipped a hand down between your legs. his fingers ran along your clothed heat, feeling how you had already soaked through your leggings. his cock twitched as you throbbed against his touch. his leaking precum formed a small dark spot on the crotch of his sweats. it took everything in him not to shove his dick in you already.

“you’re so wet for me, baby…i want to taste you. is that okay?” toji asked softly, looking up at you. you nodded not trusting yourself to speak. you lifted your ass, so he could pull off your bottoms. he lowered himself between your legs now eye level with your dripping cunt. he cautiously licked a single line up your slit. he looked up at you to make sure it was okay for him to continue. you gave him a little nod just wanting to feel his tongue against you again. that was all he needed. his tongue explored your wet folds before finding your clit. he sucked and nipped at it like he was starved man eating food for the first time.

“oh fuck,” you moaned. his sweet words made your thighs squeeze around his leg. his hands ran slowly up your sides, send a chill down your spine. he stopped once he landed on your boobs. he kneaded them between his rough palms before placing one in his mouth. his tongue swirled around your nipple. you moaned at the sensation, arching your back into his touch.

toji slipped a hand down between your legs. his fingers ran along your clothed heat, feeling how you had already soaked through your leggings. his cock twitched as you throbbed against his touch. his leaking precum formed a small dark spot on the crotch of his sweats. it took everything in him not to shove his dick in you already.

“you’re so wet for me, baby…i want to taste you. is that okay?” toji asked softly, looking up at you. you nodded not trusting yourself to speak. you lifted your ass, so he could pull off your bottoms. he lowered himself between your legs now eye level with your dripping cunt. he cautiously licked a single line up your slit. he looked up at you to make sure it was okay for him to continue. you gave him a little nod just wanting to feel his tongue against you again. that was all he needed. his tongue explored your wet folds before finding your clit. he sucked and nipped at it like he was starved man eating food for the first time.

“oh fuck,” you his sweet words made your thighs squeeze around his leg. his hands ran slowly up your sides, send a chill down your spine. he stopped once he landed on your boobs. he kneaded them between his rough palms before placing one in his mouth. his tongue swirled around your nipple. you moaned at the sensation, arching your back into his touch.

toji slipped a hand down between your legs. his fingers ran along your clothed heat, feeling how you had already soaked through your leggings. his cock twitched as you throbbed against his touch. his leaking precum formed a small dark spot on the crotch of his sweats. it took everything in him not to shove his dick in you already.

“you’re so wet for me, baby…i want to taste you. is that okay?” toji asked softly, looking up at you. you nodded not trusting yourself to speak. you lifted your ass, so he could pull off your bottoms. he lowered himself between your legs now eye level with your dripping cunt. he cautiously licked a single line up your slit. he looked up at you to make sure it was okay for him to continue. you gave him a little nod just wanting to feel his tongue against you again. that was all he needed. his tongue explored your wet folds before finding your clit. he sucked and nipped at it like he was starved man eating food for the first time.

“oh fuck,” you moaned. your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging at it. the tension caused toji to moan against you, which sent vibration through your core. you thought the pleasure couldn’t get any more intense until he pushed a finger inside of you. his long finger curled and rubbed against your spot. the stimulation was almost too much to bare. you felt like your body was on fire with lust as you felt your high approaching. your walls clenched around toji’s finger as he messily eat your pussy.

“toji…i…i…i’m gonna cum,” you stuttered. your mind was getting fuzzy as pleasure coarsed through your veins. toji gripped his hands around your thighs pulling you into him. you rolled your hips against his tongue as you rode out your high. he lapped up your juices before coming up for air. you were still coming down when toji stood up and quickly pulled off his sweats. his fully erect dick sprung free. a string of precum falling from his tip. his dick was so much bigger than you could’ve imagined. your mouth watered as you sat up. the only thing you wanted was to make toji feel as good as he made you feel. you reached out to wrap a hand around his dick, but he held your wrist to stop you.

“as much as i want to feel your soft lips around my cock, i need be inside that sweet pussy of yours before i fucking cum,” he grunted, stroking himself a couple of times before lining himself up with your entrance. he ran the tip along your drench fold, mixing your juice and his precum together down his shaft. he hissed as he pushed his tip inside of you. your walls instinctively gripped around his cock as he slowly pushed more of his length inside of you. he gave you only a moment to adjust before thrusting all the way into you. his tip brushed up on your cervix, causing you to yelp. your cunt was being stretched in every way possible.

“so full,” you whimpered, clawing at his arms.

“but it feels so good. doesn’t it, princess?” he gritted through his teeth as he pulled your hips to meet his thrusts.

you hummed in response. your brain felt like mush only being able to focus on toji bullying your pussy. a ball of tension started to form in your lower stomach again.

“cmon use your words, baby,” he cooed only to plow into you faster.

“feels so good,” you whined.

this only encouraged toji to go harder on you. his hips relentlessly snapped into you as he placed one of your legs over his shoulder. this new angle allowed him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. you gasped and moaned not being able to take much more. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. it wasn’t long before you felt toji twitch inside of you.

“i’m getting close, princess…you think you can cum for me one more time,” toji moaned, trying his best hold himself together.

you couldn’t even give him a response before he pushed down on your lower stomach. you felt every vein and curve of his dick as he plowed into you. without warning, the ball of tension popped as you came on toji’s dick. he tried to his best to help you ride out your high, but he couldn’t take anymore. he pulled out of you, jerking himself off before releasing onto your stomach. his body shivered as he came down from his climax. you both caught your breath before looking at each other. toji’s hair was stuck to his forehead, and his chest glistened with sweat. a pink blush dusted his cheeks. he looked so beautiful in this state.

“here let me clean you up,” he said softly while putting his sweats back on. he went to the kitchen and ran a rag under some warm water. he gently wiped your tummy as you stared at him sweetly.

“thank you,” you whispered with a smile. he smiled back before helping you get dressed again.

“it’s late. you can sleep over if you would like,” toji offered. of course, you accepted the invitation. you tried to stand up, so you could follow toji to his room, but your legs gave up on you.

“sorry about that,” toji chuckled, scooping you and carrying you to his bedroom.

after the hookup, your relationship remained the same. there was no weird or awkward tension, which was something you worried about. it had only happened that once, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. every time you looked at him, all you could think of was him on top of you. you would be lying if you said your feelings hadn’t gotten worse after you had sex. but, everything was so perfect. you didn’t want to risk ruining it by confessing. little did you know toji was feeling the exact same way. neither of you dared to bring up that night not out of embarrassment but out of fear of ruining such a good thing.

but one night, everything changed.

toji had asked you to megumi for the night. he said that he had a business dinner to attend that night. it made sense since his fight with sukuna was only a few weeks away now. you were making dinner for megs when your phone started buzzing incessantly. you had a bunch of notifications from twitter, so you opened the app to see what the hell was going on. toji was trending, which is never a good thing. you clicked the tag on to be met with a bunch of news accounts posting articles with headlines like “MMA Star Toji Fushiguro spotted having a romantic evening with Ryomen Sukuna’s ex Yuki Tsukumo amidst their big rematch”. you could feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. so many thoughts ran through your head. why didn’t he tell you he had a girlfriend? did he pretend to be nice to you and make you feel special just you could become his babysitter? you felt so stupid. you trusted him…let him see you in ways no one has before. but were you even allowed to be upset? after all, you were just his assistant.

“y/n? why crying?” megumi asked. you hadn’t realized tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“no reason, buddy. are you ready for dinner?,” you sniffled, trying your best to put on a smile for him.

megumi nodded as you picked him up, tickling his tummy as you did so. he giggled and kicked feet while you carried him to his chair. you watched him eat. you were planning to eat with him, but the thought of toji being with another woman ruined your appetite. once megs was done, you cleaned him up and got him ready for bed. toji came home not long after you put megumi down.

“how was he?” toji asked seemingly avoiding your gaze. he knew you knew about the headlines. all you wanted was for him to look at you and tell you the truth, but he didn’t. you weren’t entitled to the truth, but you felt like you deserved it.

“he was amazing per usual…” you trailed off, “i’m going to be heading home now.”

you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. slipping on your shoes, you opened the door.

“y/n, wait,” toji called out. a small part of you hoped he would tell you the headlines were fake...just some to help to help ease the pain. you turned to look at him, but his eyes still avoided yours. you hated it.

“could you use the back entrance? there’s a lot of paps out front?” you nodded, trying your best to hold back more tears at least until you were out of his sight.

as much as you hoped things would stay the same, they didn’t. toji was back to being cold and avoidant. it’s like all those months of trying to get him to open up to you never happened. the sweet, goofy toji that you had just gotten to know disappeared as quickly as he came. you didn’t have the energy to try and get him back. if toji wanted things to go back to how they were because he got a girlfriend, then who were you to interfere with that? it would be one thing if you just had to deal with him at the gym, but yuki started coming around more and more often. it killed you to see her hang onto toji and making him smile like you used to. luckily, you didn’t have to deal with it for much longer. you decided once his fight with sukuna is over that you weren’t going to continue being his assistant. you had found another job at a coffee shop. sure the money wasn’t as good, but you couldn’t continue to put yourself through this misery. you just needed to get away from toji and try to forget he ever existed.

today was the today. toji was finally having his rematch with sukuna, which meant it was your last day dealing with his bullshit. the arena rumbled with screams as toji made his entrance. he paid no mind to the cameras shoved in his face. he was completely focused. yuki, shiu, and the rest of his team followed behind him with you being at the very back not that you cared. you took your seat in the front row as toji entered the ring. he bounced on the balls of his feet, shuffling around the ring before joining sukuna in the center. the two bumped fists as the referee begun the round. toji wasted no time throwing blows at sukuna, who barely dodged each swing. you could see the pure determination in toji’s eyes right before he landed a left hook straight the sukuna’s jaw. the crowd cheered, watching sukuna stumble backwards.

“go toji! that’s my man!” yuki screeched. you rolled your eyes at her obnoxiousness. the bell rang to signify the end of round one. toji went to his corner, where he reconvened with shiu and his team. he glanced at you for a moment, looking away once you realized your eyes were already on him. he needed to know that he still had attention despite his behavior.

as each round passed, you could tell toji was getting more and more pissed off. he wanted this fight to be over more you did. the last round started. it was now or nothing. you were on the edge of your seat…you still wanted him to win. sukuna landed a solid kick to toji’s head, causing toji to go down. you covered your eyes and turned away. in all the times you had watched toji fight, you had never seen him go down like that. you braced yourself for the worst until you heard the crowd chanting his name. you looked at the ring to see him putting sukuna in a chokehold. sukuna struggled to break free, but toji was not letting up. despite his best efforts, he ended up tapping out. the referee handed toji the championship belt before raising his arm to deem him the winner.

as toji exited the ring, his eyes were solely on you. he started to walk towards you, but yuki ran in front of you into his arms. she kissed face, making a big show for the cameras. you still tried to make your way to him, so you could congratulate him on his win, but journalists and paparazzi shoved past you to get pictures and interviews from the couple. he gave you sad look before you turned to leave.

you went to the gym to clean out your office. you preferred to get it over with while no one was around especially not toji. while you were cleaning out the drawers of your desk, you found some pictures megumi had drawn for you. you teared a bit at the sight of them. leaving megumi was going to be the hardest part of this whole thing.

“i thought i might find you here,” a voice called out from the doorway. you look up to see toji leaning against the doorframe.

“yeah…congratulations by the way,” you said quietly, wiping your tears.

“thank you. look there is something i need to tell you,” he replied before taking a look around the room, “ wait, why is all your stuff gone?”

“because i’m leaving, toji. you won’t have to pretend to like me anymore.”

“what? i never pretended to like you. i opened up to you and told you things about myself that no one else knows. hell, i brought you around my kid.”

“yeah so you could have a babysitter while you went out with yuki…i’m not stupid, toji. that’s why you wanted me around. that’s why you got me to trust you enough to let you in my pants. actually maybe i am stupid for trusting you after you treated me like shit in the first place,” you seethed, shoving stuff in your bag before pushing past him.

“the whole relationship with yuki was a publicity stunt…” toji blurted out. you turned to look at him in disbelief. there’s no way you heard him correctly. “none of it was real…that’s what i came here to tell you. well, it was one of the things i wanted to tell you.”

“and you didn’t feel the need to tell me? you think i came to your house everyday and help out with megumi because i had to? i did that shit because i care about YOU! i put up with the yuki shit because of YOU! because i liked you and just wanted to see you happy, but you couldn’t give less of a shit,” you shouted, tears now streaming down your face. toji was completely dumbfounded…you had just admitted for feelings for him.

“you like me?” he muttered. guilt dripped from his words. he knew he was hurting, but he didn’t know how bad it was. you just scoffed and headed towards to the door again. “i like you too…”

you stopped in your tracks. did he really just say that? after all the shit he put you through, he picked now of all times to confess. he knew he should’ve done it months ago even before you two slept together. if he had, he would’ve never had to be in that stupid fake relationship. he could be celebrating his win with you and megumi in peace instead of at a lavish party. for a moment, you thought about giving into him…fuck you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and kiss him, but you weren’t going to let him make a fool out of you again.

“you really think i would fall for that?” you scoffed.

“y/n, i would rather never fight again than let you walk through that door.” you had never seen toji look so serious before. you stared at him, waiting to see if he would falter, but he didn’t.

“do you really mean that?” you asked, taking a step towards him.

“i’ve never meant anything more in my life. will you please stay here with me?,” he smiled, grabbing your hands. he pulled you close to him so your chest was touching his. his green eyes searched yours, hoping you would believe him.

“fine, i’ll stay, not as your assistant but as your girlfriend,” you giggled as you pressed your lips to his.

“sounds perfect to me.”

love and loss ft. jjk men

based on this ask

cw: angst with comfort, infertility issues, not proofread

a/n: part 2 will be out tomorrow!! this angst will have a happy ending (for once) <3 requests are open!

please don’t leave ft. jjk men

based on this ask

cw: angst with comfort, mentions of death, swearing, not proofread

a/n: requests are open!

dealing with rejection ft. jjk men

based on this ask

cw: angst with comfort, eating disorders, mentions of physical weight/appearance, swearing, not proofread

a/n: requests are open!

betrayal ft. jjk men

part 2!!

synopsis: after leaving you for another woman, they realize they made a mistake and want you back. little do they know, you moved on…with one of their friends/enemies (set a few months after your breakup)

cw: angst, no comfort, swearing, slut shaming, not proofread

a/n: alexa play karma by taylor swift…requests are open :P

part 1

tags: @mel1mak @elevh-blog @forfaehou @valvoria @dazaisfavgf @monokyubey @ironicsss @zeunys @higuchislut @inoluvrr @ayumigotabittoolonely @lady-of-blossoms @imoutofpot @enchantingkitty @virgothesimp @k1ranishf4 @riwliane @whoreforjjkmen @lorain07 @deaf-yuri-lover93 @rainschnael

betrayal ft. jjk men

with special guest…HIGURUMA

based on this ask

cw: ANGST, no comfort, swearing, slight slut shaming, not proofread

a/n: i'll probably do a part 2 where they regret their decision! requests are open : P

part 2

i’m not leaving ft. jjk men

with special guest…SHIU

synopsis: you are worried that they are going to break up with you after an argument

cw: angst, comfort, mentions of khs in gojo’s, minor swearing, not proofread

a/n: might as well add shiu to the main lineup with how often i add him as a special guest lol :P requests are open!

you’re being mean ft. jjk men

part 3 where you break things off with them

cw: angst, no comfort, reader standing on business, swearing, not proofread

a/n: this could be the last part could not be…i’m not sure yet so lmk if you want an additional part! i just wanted to say thank you for all the love shown to this series for far <3 requests are open :P

part 1 part 2

tags: @krispywhisperswhispers @aquamarine001 @american-girl001 @totallygyomeiswife @aikojwhpa

you’re being mean ft. jjk men

part 2 where the jjk men try apologizing and beg for forgiveness but you aren’t having it

cw: angst, no comfort, swearing, not proofread

a/n: thank you guys so much for the love on the first part <3 part 3 will be out tomorrow (will you forgive them or will they lose you forever?) ! requests are open :P

part 1 part 3

tags: @krispywhisperswhispers @aquamarine001 @american-girl001 @totallygyomeiswife @aikojwhpa

you’re being mean ft. jjk men

with special guest…SHIU

cw: angst, no comfort, swearing, the jjk men being assholes, not proofread

a/n: was in an angsty mood so here is this! i’ll probably do a couple additional parts to this one! requests are open :P

part 2 part 3

the apparition

synopsis: after suguru’s passing, his presence seemed to linger. you thought you were crazy for thinking he was still hanging around until he appeared in front of you.

cw: mentions of death, depression, su*cidal ideations, longing for death, spiraling of mental health, ANGST, not proofread

word count: 2.8k

a/n: please let me know if i left any warnings out and i will add them! this was inspired by the song above.

You were haunted.

Haunted by him…

It had been months since Suguru passed. Not a day had passed where you didn’t think about him. You wondered if there was anything you could have done to make him stay. You continuously racked your brain trying to find something, but you always came up empty handed. In reality, there was no way anyone could have saved him from the path he chose. 

You didn’t even know why you cared so much. You hadn’t talked in years after he broke your heart by defecting from jujutsu society. But, he was the love of your life after all…maybe that’s why you could never fully let him go. 

He had tried numerous times to reach out to you, but you always ignored him, knowing that no good could come from it. Yet, deep inside, you still longed to feel his touch just one more time. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Satoru asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Suguru…sometimes it feels like his presence still lingers…” you replied in a quiet voice.

“I know what you mean. Maybe he’s watching over us…whether that be a good or bad thing,” Gojo smirked softly to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulders giving you a squeeze.

You both stood up and went your separate ways. There was still that feeling you couldn’t shake. It felt like something or someone was watching you…

That feeling remained as you tucked yourself into bed. Your eyes fluttered softly as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Y/N…” a familiar voice called out.

There’s no way…it couldn’t be. Your eyes shot open, looking around your room until your eyes fell on him.

“Suguru…” you muttered in disbelief.

“Long time no see, pretty girl,” he smiled, sitting down on the edge of your bed. 

Rather than feeling frightened, a strange warmth engulfed you as you stared at him. It was undoubted Suguru. His hair fell on his shoulders just as you had remember it. His soft gaze and warm smile unchanged. 

“How are you here? I don’t understand.”

He just chuckled softly like he always used to when you tell him a stupid joke. The chuckle you had been dying to hear since he left. You carefully crawled towards him still not understanding what was going on. You reached out to touch his face. He allowed his head to lean into your touch, allowing you to feel his weight against your hand. 

“I have to go now, pretty,” he sighed, placing his hand on yours.

“Wait! No!” You shouted, but it was no use. He was gone just as fast as he appeared.

You still felt his face against your hand, clutching it closely to your chest. Tears began to fall uncontrollably from your eyes. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest. You still couldn’t understand what had just happened, but you were consumed by dread like you lost him all over again. 

As you went about your day, you couldn’t stop thinking about your dream or whatever it was. His chuckle echoed in head, forbidding you from focusing on your work. Why did he choose to appear now? Why did he appear at all?

“Wow, you look like shit,” Shoko stated, setting a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Thanks. I couldn’t sleep last night. I had a really weird dream…at least I think it was a dream. I don’t know,” you sighed.

“You don’t know if you had a dream?” She questioned.

“It’s complicated. It felt so real.”

“What was it about?”

“Suguru.”

“That’s nothing new. You think about him all the time.”

“No, this time was different. He visited me last night. I touched him. I heard his voice. He was real, but then he just vanished,” you explained, feeling tears sting your eyes.

“Maybe lack of sleep is getting to you,” Shoko shrugged, not giving your dream much thought.

You wanted to believe her. But, you knew what you saw. Suguru was real even though there was no way to prove it to anyone else. There was just no way he wasn’t. 

Later that night, you laid in bed, wondering if he would appear again. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to or not. The familiarity and warmth you felt when he was around brought you so much comfort, but nothing compared to the immense dread you felt when he left. You cursed him in your thoughts for leaving the first place. You never got to build a family with him like you had always planned. 

That night you tossed and turned until you felt your bed dip behind you. A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around you.

“You’re back,” you whisper, not yet turning to look at him.

“Of course, I am, pretty girl. I missed you,” Suguru said softly into your ear.

Your emotions balled up inside of you as tears stung your eyes. You were so angry at him but at the same time you were so happy to feel him again. But, Suguru didn’t have the right to say he missed you. He was the one who left in the first place.

“Then why did you leave?” you sniffed, finally turning on your side to face him.

He gave you sympathetic look, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. But, he didn’t say anything just yet. You could tell he was trying to find the right words. He knew he had already hurt you enough. He didn’t want to make that mistake again, but he wanted to be honest as well.

“You know, I had to, pretty girl,” he replied, “It’s just as I told Satoru. I was trying create the perfect world. I couldn’t live in a world where we had to put our lives in danger just to protect those who weren’t strong enough to protect themselves. It made me sick.”

“You know what made me sick, Suguru? The love of my life turning into a murderer. You didn’t care about just killing nonsorcerers…you killed countless of our own!” You shouted now with tears freely falling from your eyes.

This was the conversation you never got to have with him. You wanted to hear it from him about why he chose the path he did…about why he chose it over your love.

“I had to do what I had to, my love, please understand that,” he said softly.

“That’s the thing, Suguru. I will never understand why you chose that over us,” you choked out, fully sitting up now.

“I was trying to make the world a better place for us. I just wish you could have realized that.”

“Our love should’ve been enough to make you stay…We never got to start the family we always talked about. All I ever wanted was you…” you cried, breaking down completely.

Suguru quietly made his way to you, crouching down to your level. You looked at him with teary eyes, wondering why he never attempted to make things work and stay with you. He stayed silent for a moment longer before speaking.

“Your love was enough to keep me around for as long as I did. I just couldn’t stand to drag you into a mess that I created,” he said softly.

“You still dragged me into your mess, Suguru! Whether you meant to or not!” You shouted, pushing him back slightly. 

“I understand that now. I am so sorry I left things the way that I did. I’m sorry that I never gave you the closure you deserved. I thought I was protecting you, but I ended up hurting you anyway,” he said now with tears flowing from his own eyes.

You couldn’t help but wipe his tears like he had done for you so many times before. As the silence settled around you, his dark purple eyes gazed into yours. A blush dusted upon your cheeks, remembering how he always used to stare lovingly at you before giving you a kiss. It seemed so silly to cling onto such a small detail, but it was one of your favorite things about him. For a moment, you lost yourself in his eyes before they drifted down to your lips. Suguru slowly leaned towards you until your lips touched. A fire erupted inside you…a fire that you thought had long been extinguished…a fire you never thought you’d feel again. You melted into the kiss, letting him take control. As Suguru deepened the kiss, you crawled into his lap never once breaking away from his lips. It was so natural the way your bodies moved together. His cold hands ran up your shirt, sending a chill down your spine. The coldness of his touch seemed to snap you back to reality.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Suguru looked up at you concerned.

“We can’t do this…you aren’t real,” you whispered.

“Of course, I’m real,” he smiled at you.

“No…I’m gonna open my eyes, and you’re gonna disappear again,” you choked out.

And that’s actually what happened…you snapped your eyes open to find your room completely empty with no trace of Suguru. You pulled your knees to your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The dread consumed you once again. The pain in your chest almost seemed too much to bare in that moment.

“Why are you never real?” You thought to yourself as you drifted off to sleep. 

Over the next week, Suguru became a part of your nightly routine. You almost expected to see him every night. Each night, the same thing occurred. He would show up and give you comfort before disappearing once again. You knew what to expect, but it somehow became more painful each time he left. It was like he was draining the life from you. You could barely get out of bed because you thought that maybe if you stayed he would come back. Satoru and Shoko grew more and more concerned with your condition, but nothing they did could fill the emptiness you felt without Suguru.

“Y/N, you need to stop this,” Shoko said, sitting beside you in your bed.

“Shoko’s right. This isn’t healthy,” Satoru added.

“I don’t know how to make it stop…I’m not sure I want to,” you replied weakly.

“You haven’t left your bed in almost three days…” Shoko stated.

You could see the worry in both of their faces. They wanted to help you so badly, but they couldn’t help you if you didn’t help yourself first. You knew the longer this situation went on the more it would hurt you and them in the process. You were clinging onto someone who wasn’t real.

“As much as it hurts, you have to let him go,” Satoru said with a sad smile.

He was right, but his words were like knives piercing through your heart. It hurt to hear the truth. You couldn’t live with this delusion anymore. It was either you let him go or you die with him.

As you waited for Suguru to appear, you rehearsed what you were going to say to him in your head. You paced back and forth, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. A part of you wondered if it would be better to just go with him, then to exist in a world without him. You knew the pain of living on with nothing but his memory, and you weren’t sure you wanted to do that anymore.

“Pretty girl,” Suguru said warmly, interrupting your thoughts, “You look upset. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you blurted out faster than your brain could comprehend.

“What do you mean?” The hurt in his eyes evident.

“This delusion or dream or whatever this is,” you replied, “It’s beginning to make me feel like I’m crazy or something. I mean I’m seeing my dead boyfriend, talking to him, touching him, kissing him. That’s insane.”

Suguru remained silent. His face was blank with no readable emotion. He just nodded his head and gestured for you to continue as if he knew what was coming.

“Suguru, I love you so much. But, I can’t bare the pain of you leaving anymore. You either have to take me with you or let me go,” you croaked out through your tears.

“You know I can’t take you with me, pretty girl. You have the rest of your life to live. I’m not going to take that away from you,” he sighed.

“What if I wanted to go with you…” you whispered. 

Suguru shook his head. This hurt you, but this conversation hurt him even more. He wanted nothing more but to take you with him.He just couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. You were one of the last good people in the world in his eyes, and you were so young. He couldn’t throw away your potential for his own selfish benefit. 

“It’s not your time yet, love. I’ll leave you with my memory for now,” he smiled.

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces the moment those words left his mouth. You flung your arms around him, clinging to these final moments with him. He pressed his lips against yours one last time before pulling away.

“Goodbye, pretty girl,” he said with the gentle smile he always had.

“Goodbye, Sugu,” you sniffled.

Months had gone by since you last saw Suguru. The pain got easier to manage as time went on. Shoko and Satoru supported you through the whole thing and reassured you that you had made the right choice. It was better to live without Suguru than waste your life away longing for him. It felt like a dark cloud had lifted from above you. You still thought about Suguru from time to time but not nearly as much as you used to.

You were walking back to your apartment after work. The sky was overcast, and the sound of rain hitting the sidewalk was faint. A ding rang out as a text from Satoru popped up on your phone. It was a selfie of him and Nanami with the new student they had started training. Satoru and the student were making silly faces while Nanami look as serious as ever. You giggled to yourself before hearting the image. As you looked up from your phone, you couldn’t help but notice a man walking in front of you. His long black hair was tied perfectly in a bun. The way he walked seemed eerily familiar. Even the way his hoodie drooped from his shoulder was recognizable.

“No…It couldn’t be…There is no way” you thought to yourself.

You caught a glimpse of the man’s face as he crossed the street. His eyes, nose, and mouth were undeniably Suguru’s. You couldn’t believe it. You had never seen him during the day like this. Your pace quicken as you tried to catch up with him.

“Suguru,” you shouted as you closed the distance between the two of you.

He stopped dead in his tracks almost like he was shocked that you saw him. He turned to look at you…his eyes immediately meeting yours.

“It’s really you,” you said in disbelief.

You stepped closer to him, reaching out a hand to touch him. He held your wrist gently as you placed your hand on his heart. As you studied his features, the hole in your chest reopened. All the healing you did was ripped from you as he looked into your eyes. He could see the pain in your face…he never meant for this to happen again.

“You weren’t supposed to see me, pretty girl,” he sighed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“I still watch over you, pretty girl. I couldn’t let you go that easily,” he explained, “I just wanted to see you happy again.”

“I could be happy with you, though! Please, Suguru, just take me with you,” you begged.

He stepped away from you, allowing your hand to fall from his chest. It wasn’t an easy decision for him to make, but he needed to do what was best for you. He couldn’t allow himself to hold you back any longer.

“We will meet again someday, pretty girl,” he said softly.

“No, Sugu, please.”

“This will be the last time you’ll be seeing me for awhile. I love you, pretty girl,” he smiled before walking away slowly vanishing into thin air.

You wanted to run after him, but your feet were cemented to the ground. It wasn’t until after Suguru disappeared that you could move again. You ran in the direction he went, but it was too late. He had let you go for good this time…

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

gojo satoru and himiko nakamura have always been rivals, however, working on the same movie has put himiko at her limits.

my masterlist !

✭ pairings: gojo satoru x oc actor! au

✭ warning: gojo's probably out of character, the ending's rushed as hell. actor au.

✭ author’s note: got sick of this just sitting in my drafts tbh

✭ word count: 1.5k words

disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!

Himiko hated everything about him. She hated his brilliant blue eyes that glimmered like ocean waves, his charming grin that brought every woman to his knees, and most of all, she hated that he knew how to press every one of her buttons. Every. Single. Time.

At this point, it was well known that the two were rivals in the industry, and it was entertaining for all to see; both actors and fanbases.

And unfortunately, it was during their meeting for a chemistry read that Himiko found out that Gojo Satoru was, a little too eagerly in her opinion, playing the main character. She wouldn’t have minded that fact one bit if it weren’t for the luck she had, scoring her role in the film as his love interest. ‘Quite the dastardly bit of luck,’ she groaned to herself.

She felt her eye twitch as he waltzed into the studio with his cocky smirk as per usual, it was rare to ever see him without it. His circular dark blue sunglasses didn’t hide the mischievous shine in his eyes, and Geto Suguru walked in, his brown eyes grazing over every little detail of the studio. The two were known to never be apart, almost appearing in every film together, with a rare few exceptions.

However, the moment Gojo’s sky-blue eyes met her lilac ones, she knew from the way his smile grew that he wouldn’t be leaving her alone anytime soon.

“If it isn’t little Miss Nakamura!”

“Impale me now,” Himiko sighed, turning to her agent, Chizuru. “Must I work with this… moron?”

Chizuru scrolled through her phone, her thumb flicking the screen, tucking the silky stray strands behind her ear as Himiko’s lilac eyes stabbed into Gojo’s lanky figure, his best friend, another fellow actor with black hair and brown eyes lurking behind him. A click of Chizuru’s tongue was enough to tell Himiko everything.

“Unfortunately, yes…” Chizuru winced, “The movie’s set to be one of the biggest names this year, and if you back out now, it’s going to be a great loss for both your reputation and in terms of revenue. It’s a little late for that in my opinion.”

The shorter woman then leaned closer to Himiko, whispering in the fierce lady’s ear, her voice barely audible over the blasting of the air conditioning, “Besides, as your cousin, I just say go for it. Grit your teeth and bear it – in the end, you’re probably never gonna see his face again.”

Himiko dragged her manicured hand down her face, her black nails softly scratching against the side of her face in irritation, her lilac eyes rolled back at the pesky white-haired man in the room. 

“Bargain for me,” Himiko sighed, crossing her arms as she made her way to the seats where the men all stood around, and she watched Gojo interact with the directors and producers with a ridiculous amount of energy that he could’ve been mistaken for a child in a candy shop, “I’d like a higher pay as compensation for dealing with his stupidity. I’ll add a small percentage to your pay as thanks for handling my nonsense.”

Chizuru sighed, fixing her bun the slightest, pocketing her phone, “You got it, Miss Nakamura. Just don’t try to tear his face off while I’m gone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” The star huffs, hearing her younger cousin leave the room with the ‘click!’ of the studio’s door.

Seeing how much the man-child she despised with a burning sense of rivalry managed to light a fuse of anger in the producer, Utahime Iori; an already well-established actress often known to be patient, amused the lilac-eyed actress. At least she wasn’t the only one who felt a tingling sense of irritation at the sight of Gojo Satoru.

Himiko felt her irritation build as Gojo sauntered his way towards her, his friend watching from the corner of the studio, his arms crossed as he watched Gojo’s antics towards the irked actress.

“Nakamura! Have you watched my latest movie? It’s a box office hit, as per usual,” Gojo smirked, Himiko’s hands on her hips as she raised her eyebrows.

“No, I didn’t watch it. I don’t waste my time on cheap catchphrases and explosion effects, Gojo,” Himiko huffs, Gojo opens his mouth again to say something back, but the clearing of a throat pulls him out as he turns to the blonde man in the room.

Nanami Kento, the director of the whole film, rubbed his temples in annoyance, his baritone voice muttering silent curses at Gojo before beginning with a tone of a sigh.

“Please, Gojo,” Nanami sighed. “Let’s get started on the chemistry read between the both of you.”

Gojo shrugged with a smile, “No objections here!”

Reluctantly, Himiko sat herself at the table, joining the younger director and the thorn in her side. Despite Nanami being younger, she admired him quite a bit, and it was enough to keep her around for the movie – with the exception of the paycheck, of course.

Himiko eyed Gojo’s partner-in-crime, Geto Suguru, as he sat on the couch behind them, her thumb pointing back at Suguru with her voice low towards Nanami, “What’s he doing here?”

“Moral support, ever heard of it, Nakamura?” Gojo smiled over at Himiko with a teasing smile, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry about him, he’s harmless.”

Himiko grimaces, gently pushing Gojo with two of her fingers, Geto snickering from behind them in amusement. He could clearly see why his best friend liked to irritate her, and she made it all the more fun by not lashing out like Utahime does. Her annoyance with Gojo’s antics was like a pressure cooker, building up until it exploded.

“Now, we’ll be recording this whole session,” Nanami spoke, dismissing Gojo’s antics, “We’ll let you know when we start rolling the cameras. I assume you both have memorised your lines?”

“Of course, who do you think we are, amateurs?” Gojo chuckled, not missing the way Nanami rolled his eyes.

“Then we’ll start in three… two… action.”

Himiko takes a deep breath before turning to Gojo, running her hand through her hair, getting into character, her expression morphing the moment her eyes meet Gojo’s.

He can almost feel his heart wrench with the hurt in her eyes, and he sees exactly why she’s made it as far as she has as a rising actress. The crack in her voice really sells it all for him.

“So what now?” She whispers, her eyes filled with betrayal and ruin, “You’re just gonna take off and leave me alone again?”

Tears began to appear in her eyes, and Gojo felt his heart lurch seeing her pretty lilac eyes all glossy and shiny, tears falling from her eyes that glimmered like amethysts. His hands reached up to touch her cheeks, his expression softening into a matching one of heartbreak.

“Baby, that’s… that’s not it at all,” He shakes his head, his voice soft. “I promise, I promise I’ll come back. I could never leave you, not even if I tried.”

“Then stay.”

Gojo couldn’t tell if it was the way she leaned into his palm when she said it, or if it was her watery amethyst eyes, but it made a knot grow in his stomach. He tucks her ebony hair behind her ear, cupping her cheeks as his thumb swipes over her waterline.

“I’ll stay,” He whispered, “Just for tonight. Just for tonight, I’m yours.”

“I don’t want it to be just for tonight,” Her hand clasped his, tearing it away from her face as she entwined her fingers with his, “I want to be by your side as long as you’ll have me, whether it’s for months or years.”

Himiko’s heart fluttered like a bird in her chest having Gojo’s blue eyes staring so intently at her, so gently, as though just the slightest touch of his fingers would break her.

She couldn’t deny that he was attractive, it was a worldwide fact at this point – however, Himiko refused to boost Gojo’s ego further, even if she couldn’t help the pink blush that grew on her cheeks as Gojo’s face neared hers.

“Then I guess we’re stuck together for a long time,” He cupped her cheeks again, leaning down to gently press his forehead on hers. Himiko’s breathing hitched as he softly placed his lips on hers.

She felt her eyes slowly close and her lips glide over his soft ones, their kiss soft and gentle, and she felt herself get lost in his touch, letting herself lean into his touch as he still cupped her face.

“And, that’s a wrap,” Nanami called out, the two actors pulling away, Himiko’s cheeks dusted with a warm shade of pink as her frown returned, clearing her throat into her fist. She could feel Satoru’s eyes on the back of her neck as she turned back to Nanami, smiling at him as she put on her façade of confidence.

Utahime’s was one of disgust, but really, when was she ever not disgusted at Gojo?

“That concludes today’s session, so you’re both free to go. Thank you,” The blonde-haired man curtly nodded his head. He didn’t say much, only turning to Utahime as the two began to talk in hushed whispers, Geto lingering around as Himiko dashed out, Gojo following hot on her trail.

Neither began to question why they returned on set a few weeks later, holding hands, and a scarf around Himiko’s neck despite the warm weather.

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

seeing his ex at an after party, but hey, who's to say he doesn't believe in second chances?

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✭ pairings: sukuna ryomen x oc actor! au

✭ warning: angst. sukuna trying to win his ex back. established gojo x oc. actor au.

✭ author’s note: first time writing for kuna!! gotta say, it was fun writing angst :)

✭ word count: 1k words

disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!

“Oh fuck.”

Sukuna’s eyes widened, muttering in shock. His confident smirk dropped the moment Gojo Satoru walked into the room, seeing the cocky smile on the white-haired man’s face, his sky-blue eyes hidden beneath his rectangular dark blue glasses. However, the sight of Gojo didn’t catch him off guard. The sight of the black-haired woman with striking lilac eyes left him speechless.

Himiko Nakamura. The memory of her just sends a shiver down his spine, and he can feel her fierce gaze through the crowd. No matter where she went, an overpowering presence followed, even in a celebratory award-afterparty such as this. She made her name as an actress at an early age – and it was one of the things that drew him in.

Sukuna couldn’t help but plaster his pompous smirk back on his face, but the little twitch in his was evident when he spotted Gojo’s arm around her shoulder. He hated that Gojo could hold her so freely, so casually. He hated every second of it, he hated the way he smiled at her, he hated the way she gave him the smallest of smiles back. He hated the way she didn’t shove him off when he neared her, and most of all – he hated that it wasn’t him holding her in that way.

His red eyes followed Gojo with a burning stare, watching the way the white-haired man had his arm slung so casually around Himiko. He waited patiently, taking another sip of his wine as he swirled it around in the glass.

A minute or two passes before Himiko finally pulls herself away from Gojo’s arms, and Sukuna smiles to himself with a soft ‘Finally!’ as he exhales. He sees her walk further away from the popular white-haired actor and towards the row of tables filled with drinks and snacks, and his feet take him closer to her.

He takes a step closer to her, one foot in front of the other and he feels his heart pumping harder in his chest. He adjusted his scarlet suit jacket, smoothing his pink hair down with his other hand, and he couldn’t help but admire the way the dark violet dress she wore complimented her figure, the shimmer of the fabric and glitter with every little move she made.

Sukuna cleared his throat, his mind running wild with all the ways he could greet her, but none of them came up as he saw her bright lilac eyes stare into his crimson ones, and his heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the day she left him, yet her cold gaze brought him back to reality.

“Sukuna,” Her voice called out, and the bitter way she said his name had him rolling his shoulders back.

Her tone was an ice dagger to his heart, her disdain for him evident just by how she held herself. She stood proud and tall – like the walls she had built for herself when she was with him.

“Himiko,” His smile grew, and he eyed her up and down. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Her sneer deepens, eyes narrowing as she speaks in that icy tone of hers, “As if you’d miss me.”

Sukuna’s eyes soften the slightest, but it flickers back to his cocky demeanour. He sees it in her eyes from how she tilts her head – she knows. Neither of them said a word about it, the pink-haired man glancing at his wine glass with an amused smile. 

“You’re sharp as ever, darling.”

“I’m not your darling,” She mumbles, “Not anymore. I think we both know that.”

He lets out a bittersweet smile, red eyes locking onto her lilac ones, “A man can dream, can’t he?”

“He certainly can, but it doesn’t mean that it’s reality.”

“But he can try until it is.”

She gives him a look, her hold on her glass tightening, “Sukuna, don’t.”

“I’m not saying anything specific,” He rolled his eyes, but his tone was uncharacteristically soft. “But… but what if I were to try again?”

Himiko’s back straightens, “I assumed so since you did hint at it, but you know why I left, Sukuna.”

“I do. But I can change, you know that Himiko.”

“Do I?” Her eyes narrowed. “Sukuna, I left you because you were so, so manipulative, you did anything to make me stay with you. I couldn’t take it, and you knew it, so forgive me if I don’t believe a single word you say.” 

Sukuna opened his mouth to say something else, but a hand on his shoulder halted him, his red eyes met sky-blue ones, and the dreaded Gojo Satoru smiled over at Sukuna with a lighthearted grin.

“Hey Sukuna, long time no see!” His grin was too wide for Sukuna’s liking. “I see you you’ve met my sweetheart.”

This irks Sukuna to no end, a smile of disbelief growing on the tattooed man’s face, “You’re her sweetheart? Himiko, he’s going to ditch you for someone else by the end of the week.”

“Nonsense!” Gojo grins widely, pulling Himiko to his side. “Miko, has he been bothering you with his bad jokes?”

“...Yeah, definitely,” Himiko mutters, leaning into Satoru’s touch. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough partying for tonight.”

Sukuna could see it in her eyes, the way she avoided his gaze now. Her posture remained upright, but everything in her body language was enough to tell him she was giving him the cold shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the way his stomach tied into knots.

“It was nice to see you around, Sukuna,” Gojo grins, but it holds a dangerous glint. “But hey, it was fantastic seeing you again.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes red eyes with a grumble, but he fell silent as Himiko eyed him as she passed, Gojo’s arm a bitter reminder that she’s not his – and he doesn’t have a chance at redemption; not like deserved one anyway. 

As she passes, the speakers blare a song, almost as if fate was mocking him, heck he barely stood a chance the moment Gojo Satoru walked in with his arm around Himiko’s shoulders. Kali Uchis’ voice rings through the venue, the upbeat tempo a sickening reminder of his failures.

‘Why can’t you see you’re dead to me? Just leave it be, you’re dead to me.’

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