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Masterlist ✞

𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆:

♪ One Step at a Time

♪ All I Want

♪ 140160 Hours

♪ I Think About You

♪ Your Biggest Fan

♪ It Kinda Makes Sense

𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆:

♪ Not A Fan [Discontinued]:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Pls make a part 2 "Tolerate It" With a happy ending 😫

My heart couldn't take such a sad ending like the first one 😭

Hi gorgeous!! Don’t know if you already read Part 2 of Tolerate It, if you haven’t I added the link here. But if you’re requesting another ending for part 2 please let me know!

Xoxo

“Just A Girl” : 02

“ GOJO SATORU X PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER READER "

SYNOPSIS: After insisting so much, you're finally given the opportunity to attend college away from home and feel like a normal girl. It is there that you meet Gojo Satoru, another undergraduate student, and for the first time in your life are shown what having a true connection feels like. Or at least that's what you think...

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Blue was your new favorite color.

How could it not be with what you had just seen? Nanami and Sukuna had probably been weirded out by how fast you had entered your apartment and thrown yourself to the couch.

It wasn’t your fault though. Who had those kind of eyes?

Ocean blue eyes that made you feel like you’d sink and drown in them, yet still thank him. Clear as the sky, and shining like a Zircon. They seemed eternal.

You groan, grabbing the closest cushion and screaming into it. You were acting like a teenager.

A lovesick teenage girl, if you’re specific.

Your moment is interrupted by a knock on your door, so ignoring the how hot your face feels you stand up lazily and head to it.

“Sorry, guys, just needed a momen…”, you trail off as you’re met with not one of your guards, but a pretty brunette.

Pretty brunette with a cigarette residing in her lips.

“You probably thought I was muscle 1 and 2 here, right?”, her voice is muffled by the unlit cigarette so she soon takes it off, “I’m Ieiri Shoko, right across the hall”

“A pleasure, I’m Y/L/N Y/N” you smile sweetly.

“I know, sweetie” she whispers playfully, “Just wanted to ask if you wanted to join me? I’m gonna walk around while taking a smoke, thought it be good for the newbie to sightsee some of the university’s domain”

“Oh. Oh!” You nod excitedly, “Yeah! I’d love that actually, just let me grab my purse real quick”

Shoko nods and you hurry to grab your purse before joining her. But as soon as you take one step with her, two other pairs of feet startle you.

Shoko side eyes them, “I’m assuming they’re joining us?”

“Uh…” they nod making you sigh, “I… I guess so…”

Shoko eyes you carefully before shrugging nonchalantly, “Whatever”

You appreciate how nonchalant she acts, knowing it isn’t nice to be followed, especially after Nitta and Higuruma join.

Both of you silently take the elevator before going out the building. As soon as you’re out, Shoko lights her cigarette and places it on her mouth, taking a big inhale.

“You mind the smoke?” She ask after exhaling.

You shake your head, “Many politicians smoke on our poker games, although they prefer cigars”

“Fancy” another intake, “Wanna try?”

You hurriedly shake your head, already imagining the headlines if a photo of you were to be taken as you tried smoking.

Shoko doesn’t pressure you, instead she restarts walking and you follow her silently.

Until you stop feeling cement under your feet and instead hear the crunching of leaves. Your eyes widen as you see the sight before you.

“Welcome to my favorite place” Shoko smiles faintly, “Paradise inside Hell”

You don’t laugh at her slight joke about university, too mesmerized by the sight in front of you.

Many trees, as green as anyone could imagine, surrounding a light blue lagoon that has a little wooden bridge for students to cross. Everything enclosed because of the tall trees making the sun slightly make it through the spaces, giving it a magical twinkling atmosphere. And many beautiful vibrant wild flowers.

It was what as a child you’d imagine a fairy forest would look like.

The wind was rustling, the leaves of the trees and the birds were singing along, and you had never felt more free.

“Are you high?”

You snap out of your daze, “W-What?!”

“You had a weird look just now” she shrugs.

“I-I’m not” you cross your arms, “It’s just… it’s beautiful”

Shoko grins faintly, “Yeah, it is. Come on”

She takes you over to the bridge where she takes out another cigarette to lit.

“So, Miss First Daughter…”

“Y/N” you correct her.

“So, Miss Y/N First Daughter” you sigh “why did you come here?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Not trying to be rude, just curious” she shrugs, taking a hit of her cigarette, “Seems too far from home”

“Everybody goes far for college”

“You’re not everybody though, you’re… different”

“Maybe I’m not really that different”

“And, yet, to their eyes you’ll always be it” she takes a deep hit, “Fucking stereotypes, right?”

You frown before sighing, turning to look at the lagoon in front of you that’s being bathe in soft sunlight.

She was right. No matter what you did or how you presented yourself, you’d always be the President’s daughter. You could try as hard as you’d like but nothing would change that fact, and nothing would change the fact that people would treat you as they found convenient.

You side eyed Shoko and thought that maybe not everyone would treat you according to their convenience. Maybe someone would treat you with sincerity, view you as an equal, just as she had done now.

You smiled faintly. Everything would by fine.

⛊ ☼ ⛉ ☼ ⛊ ☼ ⛉ ☼ ⛊

You had thought you’d blend in. Thought you’d be able to show everyone that you were one of them. But you just had to wear the newest set from Burberry, that hadn’t even come out.

You looked just as if you’d come right out of a Vogue magazine, while everyone else wore jeans and sneakers.

Your skirt felt tighter around you, and your matching vest suddenly itch. Why did you have to wear this? Did you even owned a pair of jeans? You must, right? You could feel the stares of the students around you as you entered the classroom.

Kill me now, you thought.

You sigh. You’d keep your head high. Giving the matching headband, you make your way to one of the middle seats.

Only for the ones surrounding you being occupy by your four bodyguards, leaving at least two seats between you and them as they made sure no one else even considered joining you.

Keeping your face down, you try to focus on setting the iPad you’d use for taking notes. Trying to ignore the stares, muting the whispers.

But they didn’t stop, not even when the professor started his lesson. You felt vulnerable.

“Wasn’t she taller on TV?”

“I thought her hair was darker.”

“What is she wearing?”

“Do you think she really speaks six languages? Looks kinda dumb… no offense”

Mute them. Mute them.

You were trying to take some notes as your professors explained, but the whispers seemed to just get louder as time passed. You wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, you felt too exposed like this.

You needed an out. But… what would they say if you just stood and left?

Was this how it was gonna be from now on?

“Okay!” Your professor finally calls out, “I know I’m not as pretty, but come on, work with me”

Your hand on your Apple pen tightens as you try to stare without an ounce of discomfort at your professor. You couldn’t let yourself be affected. Not with these many eyes on you.

Fake it, Y/N, you remind yourself, just fake it.

“I’m pretty, why is no one staring at me?”

You turn around, startled, towards the deep soothing voice. Shining blue Zircon eyes and an award winning smile. Striking white hair that matched his pale white skin.

He was… beautiful. Ethereal.

“That’s more like it! Appreciate your TA more” he pouts jokingly, “I’m not meant to blend in, so please don’t be modest”

And he was your savior.

Everyone’s attention had left you as soon as he spoke. And he kept it. His playful smile and the twinkle in his eyes as he joked around had everyone hooked.

The class kept going as if nothing happened and nobody looked your way again. All thanks to him.

You run as fast as your heeled loafers let you, trying to catch up to him. But his legs were way longer and you’d never catch him with four people surrounding you.

But you had to thank him.

“Hey! Hey!” You screamed, “Hey! You! Hey!”

Nothing.

You groan.

“HEY, YOU! JACK FROST!”

That made him stop… along with everyone else. You blush under all the stares but ignore them to hurriedly make your way to the white haired god-looking guy.

Who’s currently looking at you as if trying very hard to not laugh in your face.

“Jack Frost?”

“First thing that came to mind” you excuse yourself rapidly, “I just wanted to thank you”

“By calling me Jack Frost?”

“It just came out, okay?” You sigh, “Thank you, for what you did in there… I was ready to run out of there when you stepped in, so thank you”

His grins softens, “No problem, Blair Waldorf”

“What?”

“Gossip Girl’s true queen B” he explains, making you frown in confusion, “Wait… you haven’t watched Gossip Girl?”

You shake your head making him gasp.

“What girl hasn’t watched Gossip Girl? It’s like the show for teenage girls”

“And you watched it…?”

“It’s not just for girls, okay? I appreciate some drama” he shakes his head in disapproval, “Can’t believe you are like her modern version with your cute matching set and headband, yet have no idea who she is. The disappointment”

“Is it that popular?”

“You asking that is a total insult. It should be illegal to be this uncultured” he sighs, “Wanna thank me for what I did in there? Watch Gossip Girl”

You laugh silently at the odd request but nod, feeling slightly warm once you realize the comfort in which you both speak to one another. It was refreshing.

“I’m Y/L/N Y/N” you hold your hand out.

He stares at your hand with a playful twinkle, laughing slightly before shaking it with his own.

“Gojo Satoru” his grin widens, “a.k.a. Jack Frost, Miss Waldorf”

You feel yourself smile, “A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Frost”

“Likewise, my lady”

⛊ ☼ ⛉ ☼ ⛊ ☼ ⛉ ☼ ⛊

Maybe you had to go to the doctor. It couldn’t be normal to feel this giddy or smile this much. The way your stomach was twisting and turning by itself couldn’t be normal. Also your face was hot, like freakingly so.

And it all had happened after meeting Satoru.

Just remembering the encounter made you giggle to yourself as you hug your precious teddy bear close to your chest.

Maybe you were going crazy.

That must be it. Sitting up, you start contemplating. You nod, standing up, and heading in your pajamas to your door and into the hallway. Kento stares at you with a frown but you ignore him. You’re on a mission.

You stop in front of the door and knock softly.

Footsteps are soon heard and you contemplate running for away but the door opens. All air leaves your lungs once you realize it is not Shoko in front of you.

“And who might you be?”

His voice is deep yet warm. And even though he is tall nothing about him makes him seem intimidating. Well, nothing except his looks.

What the hell was going on in this university? Was one of its requirements to be out-of-this-word good looking? It was honestly insane.

If Satoru had been like the dazzling, bright, mesmerizing sun, then the guy in front of her was the mysterious, beautiful, pure moon. Pale skin, dark eyes and night dark shoulder-length silky hair.

Satoru had been beautiful in a godly way. But this guy was beautiful in a fairytale way.

“You’re not Shoko” you whisper.

He smiles, sweetly, “Thankfully I’m not. She’s across from you on the other end”

“Oh” you stupidly answer, “I was too in my head, I’m so sorry”

“No worries. It’s not every night I get to see a pretty girl in a silk nightgown”

You squeal crossing your arm to try to cover yourself a bit, blushing as you hear his deep laugh.

“Here” he gives you a leather jacket.

“N-no. Don’t worry. I don’t have to go that far”

“I know. Still, take it” he smiles, “You seem too self conscious right now to be comfortable”

You smile at his consideration, taking the way-too-big-for-you leather jacket and putting it on.

“Isn’t it too late to go wandering?”

“I wasn’t wandering, I was going to visit a… friend?”

“You don’t sound to sure” he teases, “Was it an emergency at least? Shoko appreciated her beauty sleep”

“It could be” you try to defend yourself.

“So… you don’t know?”

“It c-could be”

He nods, biting his lips to not laugh, “If it’s that important, does it need to be with her or can I help you? I’m the RA here, so you don’t think I’m trying something freaky”

“You’re the RA? I didn’t know that”

“Your little informant didn’t give you that important detail?” He jokes, “Maybe you sure consider lowering his salary”

“Definitely. Who knows what else he got wrong? Is your middle name not Fernando?”

“Guilty”

You both laugh slightly. You don’t even notice the way he silently eyes you and your surroundings, as if alert.

“I get what they meant now”

“Huh?”

“Shoko and Satoru. They mentioned you were interesting, guess they were right”

You feel your chest warm, as if you’d been hugged, “They mentioned me?”

He nods, “Yeah. Is that a surprise?”

“I mean… to be mention by people who actually got to know me at least a little because they actually talked and listened to me? Yeah”

“It’s tough?”

“You don’t even know the slightest” you sigh.

“Then, good thing none of us really care about backgrounds” he smiles caringly, “You should join us this Friday, a friend of us is hosting a party”

“Party?”

“Yeah, seems like you need to have some fun. Loosen up a little”

“I don’t know…”

“Think about it. No pressure, okay?” You nods, “Now go to bed, you have class early tomorrow”

“Aye, aye, captain!”

You wave goodbye before turning around and happily make your way back to your studio. Not even questioning how he knew that you had an early schedule the next day.

How could you when you were on cloud nine after making three new acquaintances your age for the first time?

You threw yourself on your bed, laughing out loud in excitement. Was this what it was like to make friends? Were you finally able to live some normal experiences?

The hold on the leather jacket you were wearing tightens as you hug yourself, letting his strong cologne be inhaled by you.

You had friends. You were not alone anymore.

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Never getting over this 😭💜

method acting (completed) ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

actor!eren x actor f!reader

method acting is a very powerful skill. using your own personal, physical, emotional self and pouring it into the character on the screen makes for a powerful performance. except when it's you and eren - you're not sure where the acting starts and real life begins.

read on ao3

the method acting playlist!!

content: actor!au, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, it was always you trope, fluff, HEAVY ANGST (i'm serious. people were ready to hang me at the stake please be warned), miscommunication (even more sorry), CELEBRITY DRAMA, taylor swift songs and smau at some parts!

triple threat

the ensemble cast

the time of your life

award show etiquette

new year's day

historic wins

the softest kind of love

sick with sadness

the sound of the applause

the met gala

ribbons release

lacy, oh lacy

my love, mine all mine

the third act

it's time to go

funeral

all too well

the new romantics

lovesick

fine line

the beach

speak now

tolerate it

all american bitch

style

better than revenge

sofia

sweet nothing

see you soon

long story short

extras (method acting fan casts, tracklists etc.):

debut tracklist

lover girl tracklist

ribbons tracklist

the lucky one tracklist

valedictorian tracklist

birds of a feather tracklist

pls comment on this post or any of the chapters if you want to be added to the taglist <3

Happiness

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Can there be happiness after a good man hurts you? Can there be when you’ve hurt him too?

| Masterlist |

Part 2 of Tolerate It

It had been a struggle to open your eyes, they were puffy from the tears you had cried the night before.

The night before, you remembered.

A tired sigh leaves your lips. With a pout, you turned around looking to hide your face on the covers when instead of the usual coldness that embraces your bed, warmth envelopes you.

Your eyes open in surprise, gaze falling on the sleeping figure of the man you have been in love with for at least seven years (maybe even more if you ignore your and his naivety). He was here. He was sleeping next you. After so long he was here.

But you weren’t anymore.

Your body was there beside his but your heart… oh, your heart was torn. In two halves: one wanting to stay by his, while the other wanted to protect what remained of itself. Because what was one morning together over the approximately 186 last mornings alone?

So, even if a part of you begged you to stay, you stood up as every other day to start your routine. Alone as you were used to.

Your muscle memory allowed you to do all that had to be done as your mind travelled farther and farther away from reality. How were you supposed to do this? Were you strong enough to do it? Did you really want this? Was this truly for the best?

Arms hugging your waist from behind get you out of your thoughts, but what stays with you is how your body decided to react.

Your body was tensed. On alert. Defensive. As if it was trying to protect you from Satoru, your Satoru. This wasn’t right. You couldn’t keep going like this. If this kept going your love would be tainted, damaged… if you kept going like this there would be no going back, ever.

"Good morning, sweets" he murmurs.

You just had to greet him back and then maybe everything would be okay. You hustled had to turn around, look into his eyes, and know that if you kept walking down this path the damage wouldn’t be incorrigible.

So why did you pull away from his arms?

"Breakfast ready" you said without looking at him.

You stayed still for a second, trying to process what you had just done. There was no going back now.

And then you turned away from him.

"Sweets?" No answer. You couldn’t. You didn’t know how, "Y/N"

The panic in his voice is what sets you off. There’s no going back. It has to be done.

You see his shoulders deflate as soon as your gaze meets his when you turn. The pure terror in his beautiful sky-blue eyes. Your gaze must speak volumes to him.

You wonder if the dagger that you’ve felt stabbing you heart all this time is now being shared with him. You wonder what he’ll do once you removed it from you completely

"Sweets?" He whispers.

God, if you’re real, you silently beg in your mind, if you’re really out there, please, let this be the right choice.

You see his resolve crumble. The tears that threaten to fall from his eyes, the ones he doesn’t let. You wished he would cry, show you that maybe tolerating this kind of love was worth it. If he could willingly show you his emotions as he used to before, maybe then you would throw away your dignity and stay.

But he doesn’t let a single tear fall.

You can see the terror, the pain, the grief, the sadness, all of them written on his whole body. Yet nothing else. He doesn’t even scream, nor beg, nor pleads. He doesn’t even ask.

He knows, you realize. He knows and yet here you both are.

You smile, sadly and faintly, and that gives him the answers without the need for questions. It’s over, your smile whispers. I love you, your eyes mutter softly. I love you, whispers his pout. Don’t leave me, scream his eyes.

Your love was beautiful, is beautiful. You don’t want to ruin it. Your love is pure. You don’t want to taint it. Your love is peaceful. You don’t want to damage it. So you’ll walk away before any of those things happen. You’ll walk away so, maybe, somewhere along the way you can meet again and work right from where you left off. Without the need to fix what broke. Just the need to repaint the wall, noticing the dimming of its color.

It took you a week to move your things out of your home with Satoru, assuring him that you wanted to move out even when he insisted on you keeping the place. This was hard enough as it was already, you wouldn’t be able to handle having to wake up in the home where your love grew stronger just to remind yourself of how it weakened too.

Now, the hardest part was the going back to your work. Going back to your students. Going back to Megumi.

During your moving, life kept going. So like always you had to do your routine and go train your beloved kids. Like always you prepared Megumi’s bento box and yours (Satoru’s too before). Life kept going as always.

Except it wasn’t. And it was long until everybody else noticed.

Megumi was the first to realize something was wrong the first day after you moved. He and Tsumiki were raised by the both of you. They were raised when you both were two oblivious teenagers, until you had both grown into respectable adults (Gojo’s growth was a little doubtful though). So he knew you both very well. He had noticed the distance that had grown over the last year between the both of you, distance that seemed to grow more once he moved to the school.

So, of course, he noticed when the knot that tightly tied you both together had snapped.

He tried to ignore it, the pang in his chest, every single time his gaze met one of yours. He tried to ignore the way he thinks about how Tsumiki would react, how he wanted to react.

And then he saw you give him his bento box, the missing Digimon lunchbox with Satoru’s own food missing from your grasp, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping himself in your arms. He didn’t know what had overcome him, but he suddenly felt the need for the comfort and safety your arms had always granted him ever since he was a child. Warmth that reminded him of green eyes that resembled his own, warmth that he knew reminded him of a word he had only muttered on special occasions and only towards you.

And, as always, you knew what had brought his outburst. You had learned to read him and his complicated feelings and he loved you for it.

“It’ll be okay” you whisper, “We’re all still a family, okay?”

You kiss his hair softly before letting go, giving him a bright smile. He smiles back, small and faintly, before leaving.

The pain doesn’t leave his chest, and if he is more tolerant towards Gojo during their training nobody questions it.

After Megumi, Shoko and Nanaimo followed. Both had been friends with the two of you for a long time, and never had they ever seen one not cling to the other’s personal space as if it was their own. Not even when the distance between the both of you had increased.

Now, there was a great divide. One that couldn’t be easily crossed. And they noticed.

Neither said anything. Shoko just somehow found her way to Gojo’s office with a box full of sweets she declared she had a coupon for. Nanami, on the other hand, found himself sitting besides you quietly reading his newspaper during his free times; letting you know he is there for you without saying a thing.

You appreciated it. Gojo silently did too.

Panda, Inunaki and Yuji’s sadness over the change couldn’t be hidden. Maki and Nobara’s disappointment (even when they questioned your dating standards all the time) was visible.

All of them felt like they were watching their own parents divorce even when none of you had birthed them. You still helped raise them. You both still cared for them. You both would still give up your lives for them, and they knew it. So the separation hurt them in a way.

But that wasn’t truly the hardest part of it all, not even the leaving part was. No, the worst was the after.

You didn’t really remember life before him, you just knew there had been one. Your before and after for you had always been when you turned seventeen and Suguru deserted, changing all of your lives altogether drastically.

You never imagined there’d be an after Satoru.

Yet here you were.

Your eyes were puffy from all the crying you had done during your first week starting over. You had hoped things would get easier, that the weight in your chest would lessen. But it hadn’t.

And now here you were at Jujutsu High, having to once again see the dimmed smiles in your students faces whenever they spotted you. You’d once again have to see the worry in Megumi’s usual blank stare. You’d once again have to see Satoru and wonder when his winning smile had become a smirk while trying to not break down. Once again you’d have to teach your lessons, feeling them become weapons pointed at your deepest scars.

“Sensei”

Your gaze leaves Megumi’s back as you watch him train, turning to find Nobara shyly stand next to you.

“Hi, Nobara” you smile seeetly, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” she clears her throat, “I wanted to ask—are you… are you okay?”

Your eyes widen, “I-I am”

Nobara sighs. She turns to look at Megumi, fidgeting with her hands as she thinks her next words over.

“I know you don’t want to worry us. Neither does Gojo” she starts, “But we worry cause you’re both ignoring what happened”

“We’re not—”

“You both are. But I think that’s mostly our fault” she sighs, “You’re both worried about our reaction to the… news? Well, to that. And well… we haven’t been acting in the best way”

You sigh. They haven’t, that’s true, but you could understand why. They saw you both as the ones to look up to, together; and now you both weren’t together anymore.

“We are sad. And we do wished things would’ve worked out. We also can’t truly understand what happened” she admits softly, “But none of that matters. Cause whatever we feel, you both must feel it a hundred times worst. So, please, stop trying to act strong and let yourself grieve”

Your eyes start to sting and you will yourself to not tear up. Let yourself grieve? The weight in your chest lessens slightly. Was that what you needed to do? Why hadn’t you done it before? Why had crying made you feel guilty? Why did you feel the need to always smile at school?

Oh. You didn’t feel you had the right to. Not after being the one that walked out.

“I’m sure there’ll be happiness in your life after him, but there was happiness because of him” she continues, “so you’re allowed to grieve that loss”

You smile faintly, “I didn’t know this side of you”

She scoffs, “I’m capable of girl talk, you know?”

You laugh slightly, making her smile.

“I know you are” you smile, “There’s just to many testosterone around”

“UGH” she groans, “Don’t even remind me!”

You laugh once again, returning your gaze to Megumi before standing up. Leaving with one last smile to Nobara.

You had to allow yourself to grief. You had to grieve losing the person that knew all your hiding spots, the person who owned the haunted look in your eyes after all the blood, after all the bruises, the curses and betrayals. The person who owned the eyes that would’ve loved him forever.

You had to grieve it and then leave it all behind.

You had to, only then would you be able to face reinvention. Only then would you be able accept the happiness in you history across the great divide, and look at the glorious sunrise that would come.

You had to do it properly. There was no villain in this story, you knew it. He was a good man. He had hurt you, but so had you.

This hurt you were feeling now was a small price to pay for the years in heaven you spent by his side. You needed to find yourself again. You needed to meet the new you, one that wasn’t standing next to Gojo Satoru anymore.

Two months.

That’s how long it has been since you left Satoru, since you started reinventing yourself. Since you started to try to understand who you were now, trying to find happiness in the after.

It was hard. Especially when the person you were leaving behind was a constant in your life. Someone you had to go work in missions with every now and then. Someone who you had to see have hundreds of girls come to, battering their lashes and flashing flirty smiles.

You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining that any of them could take your old spot beside him in your old bed. And you’d hope the one that took it was a beautiful fool.

Well, no. That was more your fury talking, making it hard to see the facts.

You weren’t the new you yet.

But that was okay, you were taking it slow.

What you didn’t know was that everyday his eyes would be on only you behind that black cloth that covered his sky-blue eyes. You didn’t know that every night he would go to sleep on his side of the bed, leaving yours untouched, hoping he could feel your warmth again. You didn’t know every time he went on a mission alone he still bought you a souvenir, hoping that one day he could give them to you once again.

You didn’t. But Megumi did.

“Have you tried talking to her?”

Megumi’s voice startles Gojo, which is a first time since his biological dead father had. But how could he have not been startled when all he could see and feel at the moment was you and your cursed technique? You who taught the second years with such kindness. You whose smile seemed to kiss the bruises in his heart better, at least helping forget for a while the throbbing pain they constantly caused.

“No” he states, softly and uncharacteristic of him, “I don’t want to screw things up for us more than I already have”

“You’re an idiot” Megumi states, “You should talk to her”

“I don’t think she wants that”

“How can you not? Have you asked her?”

Megumi is the reason why on the third month Gojo seeks you out. You had just come back from a mission just to find him in your office, a box of mochi in his hands.

Eyes bared.

“Satoru” you whisper.

“Hi, sweets” he smiles, faintly, “It’s been a while”

To his surprise, you smile faintly before walking towards him and enveloping in your arms. He feels himself grow weak in your embrace, letting his face fall on the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent.

All his body relaxing in your familiarity. In your warmth.

“I miss you” he chokes.

Oh, he shouldn’t have let his eyes be open for you to see. He can’t stop the tears anymore, not with the comforting hold you have on him.

So he hides his face deeper in your neck, even when he knows you know.

You always know him best.

“I miss you too” you state softly.

“Please” he chokes, his shoulders quivering, “Come back. I’ll do better. I’ll be better”

“Satoru”

“Please, please, please” he cried softly, “Forgive me. Come back. I love you”

“I love you too… but I can’t come back. Not yet” you softly explain, “and you know that. I need to find myself again, to know who I am without you. And you need to do the same”

“But…”

“You won’t lose me. You’re my best friend. The person I love” you smile faintly, “But if we keep going like we were we would’ve ended up damaging what we had. That’s the last thing I want”

“But I can be better!”

You let him go, cradling his teary face in your hand lovingly.

“I want us both to do better. We need some time before we try again. We need some time so that we don’t ruin it” you smile, “I’d never want to ruin what we have. You understand that right?”

He nods, sniffling.

“There’s nothing to forgive. There’s just things to learn. We can do that” you caress his cheeks, cleaning the falling tears, “We’ll find our way back to each other, I know that. Do you?”

“I know it” he sentences, “Just… just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I won’t”

You both stay there, just gazing at each other. Finding comfort in the feeling of the other once again before you both have to let go.

There was happiness in your history together. And there would be happiness in your history separated. But, most importantly, there’d be happiness when you come back together once again.

You both knew it. And a year later you both experienced it. All it took was a little bit of patience.

But there was indeed happiness.

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