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↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

↠ Warning: heavy smut! minors dni! slight degradation with Gojo, overstimulation, dubcon, corruption, size kink

↠ a/n: this is my first attempt in headcanons since I’m used to writing fics often. Thinking of part two? Maybe. Enjoy!

• The meanest and absolute worse

• by meanest, i meant like the soft kind of mean. He’s all mouthy with you, spilling out the dirtiest desires next to you while you’re endlessly crying and shaking

• he’s the worse because once he’s gotten something interesting, best believe he’s going to be entertaining that something until he himself is satisfied

• his mouth and hips are the cruelest combination enough to have you out of your right mind

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Not saying "I love you" back to them

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairings: Itadori, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Cussing?, suggestive on Megumi and Sukuna's part

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Huh! My first official Jjk work🚶🏻‍♀️

This tik tok compilation on youtube

↳Itadori

Knowing your boyfriend's schedule, you knew he was about to leave for gym any minute now; so you sat in the living room, doing your daily makeup so he'll see you before he goes out. Knowing him, he wouldn't go anywhere without hearing you say it back to him and since he had developed a habit of saying "I love you" every time he was about to leave, you knew that this prank was going to be a big success.

If the angle your camera was recording wasn't fucked up, obviously. You could only hope for that.

Hearing his voice getting louder, you focused on curling up your eyelashes while keeping an eye on him imperceptibly. He was wearing a hoodie, as usual, with not so long black shorts and a pair of black sneakers. The sight of his muscular thighs was enough to distract you or even stop him from going, but you had to keep it together, for the sake of the prank.

"Babe!" He smiled when he spotted you sitting on the couch with a mirror in your hand. You looked pretty as always, killing the urge for going to the gym inside him. Maybe he could forget about working out, just for today, and enjoy the company of his precious S/o.

"Baby! I'm off to the gym!" "Ok! Have fun!"

Well, seems like you're not really in the mood, cause your usual sulky face and cries of "BUT I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH" and "WE CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE THAT MAKES YOUR BODY REMAIN IN SHAPE" were gone. Ok! maybe today was not a good time for it.

"So... I'll be off then. Bye! I love you!" He waved at you before going inside the hallway that leaded to the door. You warily watched where he was standing from the corner of your eye, counting to yourself.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

"Babe?!" His head suddenly peeked inside the living room as his body was behind the wall.

"Yes Yuji? Something wrong?" You watched him curiously, playing dumb while trying not to burst into laughter.

"Um... I said I'll be going then" "I know honey. You're going to the gym" "Yes. Yes I am" He scratched his head with confusion, thinking about how weird he looked at the moment. "Ok then... I'll see you later!"

"Ok! Bye!" "I love you!" "Bye bye!" "BABE?"

Now he was next to you, both hands on your shoulders to draw your attention back to him as he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Why are you- Are you mad at me or something?" You knotted your eyebrows while biting your cheeks from the inside to hold yourself back from laughing. "Why would I be mad at you? Did you do something bad?" "No!" "Then what is it? You're being really weird right now!" "You're the one who's weird! I said I love you and you didn't respond to me!" "I just though you were stating a fact I didn't know that I should say anything!"

"You know what ok ok" He took a deep breath, shaking his head to calm himself down a little bit. He then cupped your cheeks, planted a small kiss on your forehead and stared into your eyes as he smiled softly. "I love you so much baby..."

If this was any ordinary moment, you would have been all over him smooching every inch of his skin; but now was not an ordinary time, so you fought with the urge to suffocate him in your arms as you smiled back at him and poked his cheeks with your palm a few times.

"Awww, thank you so much!"

"BABE STOP-"

↳Megumi

You lied on your boyfriend's bed, enjoying the sight of him changing his casual clothes into more formal ones as you playfully moved your feet that were arrayed with a pair of black knee socks up and down, flaunting your long pretty legs more than before. Megumi would have thought about spreading your legs for him to have his way with you, but unfortunately, Gojo was waiting for him at Shinjuku station.

"Stop doing this to me Y/n" He said as he grabbed his coat, holding himself back from slapping your ass that was visible due to your shirt- well technically his- being too big for you so it could easily wend up, especially with how your legs were still sweeping in the air.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You teased, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him unwillingly taking his stare away from your thighs while sighing and approaching the door. "I'm off now. Don't do anything stupid until I come back" "Ok, daddy~" "Stop. Goodbye. I love you..." "Mhm! Goodbye to you too!" Your joyful tune made him stop in the track, looking back at you only to meet your mischievous stare and playful smile.

Did you just... ignored his display of affection?

Really? After how many times he practiced with Itadori and put up with his mockery?

"You..." "What?" Your smile extended on your face, making you look naughtier than you already were. "Why do you look like you were just hit by a bat on your ass?"

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He gazed you sharply, raising his eyebrows as he observed your expression.

"Hm... Don't know what you're talking about" You started playing with your hands, avoiding his stare while peeking at his figure.

"Ok then" He huffed as he slammed the door behind him, assuring you that you weren't going to hear those words from him for a long period of time.

↳Sukuna

Sukuna was about to leave the house for some business he refused to inform you about because apparently "That's not why he's hanging out with you", which was partly the reason why you wanted to play this prank on him. The other reason was that you were simply curious to know what would his reaction be toward it and since he had just admitted his feeling for you, you were a little bit doubtful on whether you should do this to him or not; but him trying to keep his distance from you when it came to his schemes fortified the urge to teach him a small lesson.

"Oi Y/n, I'm heading off" "Whatever, I'm still not talking to you"

He raised an eyebrow at your words, thinking how bold you've become due to him spoiling you. But then again, it was turning him on a little bit, not that he was willing to admit it. "Now now, We talked about this. I'm not involving you in my work"

"What if I wanna be involved in it?" You sulked while resting your back on the wall, watching him putting his shirt up unwillingly because it seemed that walking around shirtlessly in the streets was not really common in the 21th century, which was already pissing him off; so You being a pain in his ass was not really needed at the moment.

"I don't care about what you want. You're not cut out for it and I won't ever let you put yourself in danger just because you want to"

You were probably aware of that, but now wasn't the right time to feel butterflies in your stomach because of the fact that he actually cared about you.

"Hmph!" You tilted your to the otherside so that he wouldn't be able to see the slight hints of blush spreading out on your cheeks. "Fine then... Just... Be careful ok?"

"You don't need to worry about the great Sukuna at all, doll" He smirked as he grabbed the keys on the drawer, reaching for the door knob. "I'll be back after a while. ok?" "Ok..." "Bye then... I love you!" "Bye!"

And the door was shut. You looked at the door, stunned, because you were expecting anything but him ignoring you for this. Knowing his dominant nature, he would have cared about you not saying it back to him. But just as you were about to head to your room, the door was suddenly wide open and his figure appeared in the doorway.

"Y/n?" He carefully examined your face for... something you didn't know about, but he seemed to have found it, because he quickly slammed the door and the next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall with his muscular arms surrounding you.

"Brat! You think you're so smart huh? Trying to get back at me like this"

If it was the past you would say the reason you were having goosebumps was because of fear, but you knew this look;

You knew he was about to teach his brat of a girlfriend a lesson. A lesson that would make it difficult for her to walk the next day.

You found yourself trembling with excitement as he grabbed your chin with his hand, daring you to break eye contact with him. You probably had to say something, but before you could even open your mouth, he throw you over his shoulder and leaded to the bedroom.

"B-babe!? What are you-" "Shhh, bad girl. Who said you're allowed to talk?" "But... what about the thing you wanted to do?" "That can wait for a while. I don't tolerate this kind of behavior, brat. How am I supposed to expect others to respect me when my own girl is a rebellious little one, huh?" He threw you on the bed, grinning as he ripped his shirt apart to make you drool over those sexy abs of his.

"Now, where are the handcuffs?"

Yeah, you probably won't be able to walk tomorrow, but seriously, who were you to protest?

↳Gojo

Your boyfriend was about to leave for some meeting with the headmaster of the other school, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to tease him a little bit. So when he cupped your cheeks to smooch you before going out as he usually did, you wrapped your arms around his waist, staring into those gorgeous ocean eyes of his.

"Promise you'll come back soon?" "Believe me princess, I have no intention of wasting my time chatting with some feather brained old hags" He placed one last kiss on your forehead before wearing his blindfold and heading to the doorway. "Wear something pretty for me when I come back!" "Focus on your job, you pervert!" " I love you baby!" "Ok bye!"

He suddenly stopped walking, and turned around as he put a wide smile on his face, hoisting his blindfold a little bit to stare at you with a playful smirk. That familiar smirk that only meant one thing...

"You've seen that trend haven't you?" "You're the one who introduced tiktok to me~" "And clearly that was a mistake"

Reblogs are appreciated :>

TW: Irrational jealousy

"Here. You left this at my apartment"

Stealing your gaze from the book, you look at your boyfriend who's holding a wine red lacy bra in his hands, stretching it toward you. Unlike his usual attitude, GOJO doesn't look much lively at the moment. In fact, he looks somewhat... meticulous, like he's operating a very dangerous experience and is about to witness the outcome of his efforts.

Having your eyebrows knotted together, you wordlessly take the bra in your hands, the base of your fingers gently but painfully rubbing against the soft fabric. Gojo tries his best not to let his smirk break out when you give him a quizzical look and squeeze the lingerie in your hands.

"This isn't mine"

There it is. Victory. The awaitened result of his brilliant plan to give you a taste of your medicine.

Gojo cups his mouth while expanding his fingers to give you a better look of his fake gasp through the gap between them, humming abruptly. He carefully takes a second look at the bra, then begins to mutter in a not so low voice.

"Ah— well, this is awkward" He looks at your bewildered expression from the corner of his eye and continues. "I didn't want you to find out. Not this way"

The logic behind this clever act was easy to understand. You chose to spend your day offs with your stupid, lame old friend from college instead of your incredible, handsome, mind blowingly gorgeous boyfriend, and this is your punishment. Your reasoning was too dumb and made up. Huh, how could you even look him in the eye and say you're doing this because he's just gotten back from Austria and needs you to show him around town and introduce him to your colleagues? You should've just shoved a dagger in his aching heart and told him that you dont love him anymore. So yes, you deserve this; and as they all say, revenge is a dish best served cold.

"But you see, I'm not the only one to blame in this. You are too. You were the one who left me in the dark hanging to go on a romantic getaway with that good for nothing punk"

"Satoru—"

"Let me finish. I know that it was just for three days and you did nothing but work together, but I'm a man y/n! A proud, strong grown man who has his own needs"

"Satoru—"

"I'm not an animal y/n, but how do you expect me to close my eyes and pretend like nothing's wrong? Because it is, and since I'm also an honest man, I couldn't bare with the feeling of getting abandoned by my own woman. You and I were supposed to rule the world, but you never wanted what we were—"

"Satoru!!"

Gojo grits his teeth and looks at you with slight irritation, wondering what's so important that has to interrupt his dramatic show; but his liveliness and acting power vanishes in a glance when his eyes land on the part of the bra you're pointing at while holding it up.

"There's a price tag on this"

Oh.

The small, round label is linked to the inside of the bra, which is probably why Gojo had forgotten to remove it. Yes, it was totally that; not because he was too focused on his dialogues that he forgot to even check the bra out.

Gojo stares at your jumped up eyebrows and annoyed expression, flashing you one of his most charming smiles; Only this time he can't make it as shameless as it usually is.

"Eh, I guess this shows how much I actually love you and care about you"

"You bought this two sizes bigger than mine you asshole"

"My bad, I kinda got carried away"

so im finally watching jjk and gojo is over a foot taller than me and all i can think about is gojo size kink gojo size kink gojo size kink !! if you’re up for it, i would love if you were to write something for this

gojo x gn!reader • nsfw (size kink + oral + penetration) a/n: omg he's over a foot taller than me too sjghfjsk

gojo loves how much smaller you are than him. don't get me wrong, he doesn't think you're weak or anything because of your height, he knows you can handle yourself. hell, you've put him in his place before.

but he loves teasing you about your size. always comparing hand sizes, encircling your wrist with literally two fingers, resting his arm on your head when you're next to him. he loves it.

but where he loves it the most? the bedroom.

there's just something about watching you struggle. whether it's the way your mouth can barely fit around him, drool slipping from the sides as you look up at him with teary eyes, clearly frustrated that you can't take more of him, but trying your very best to make him feel good.

he's a real sucker for those puppy dog eyes of yours when you look up at him. he'll bring a large hand down and depending on how he's feeling he'll either gently hold your cheek or grab your throat.

"aw you poor little thing, can't fit any more of me in that tiny little mouth of yours?" he chuckles, clearly aroused, by the way he's throbbing in your mouth. "that's okay baby, always know how to make me feel good anyway, don't you? my perfect little pet. "

or the way your face scrunches up in a mixture of pleasure and pain when he first bottoms out. you, feeling as full as ever, him, feeling so wrapped up he could choke.

then, when you finally get used to his size––barely, and he can finally, finally pound the shit out of your tight hole, gasps and whines ripping from your throat as you cling to him desperately.

there's a grin on his face the whole time he's fucking you, he looks almost feral, in awe and so turned on by the way you're struggling to take him, walls wrapped around him and squeezing his cock so tight he could burst.

he goes from rutting into you, one hand on your waist or neck, holding you as you bounce up and down the bed from the power of his thrusts, to holding you with both hands, bouncing you back and forth himself on his cock, your back not even touching the bed anymore.

and he can't resist teasing you, definitely not then.

"god you can barely take it, can you?"

"you crying baby, it feels that good? so good that it hurts?"

"this big cock is too much for you to handle isn't it honey?"

"that's it just lay there and let me use your pretty little hole for my pleasure. so fucking good for me."

so yeah, gojo definitely loves that you're so much smaller than him.

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✩ — characters : satoru gojo.

✩ — synopsis : satoru gojo having a significant other who is scared of rollercoasters.

✩ — genre : fluff, (mention of smut?)

✩ — word count : 0.7k+

gojo decided he and his students needed a break from their training and their missions that they had been constantly assigned without breaks. so, like the man he is, he thought it would be fun to go to an amusement park. of course, yuji and nobara's eyes lit up from the astonishing things about amusement parks: all the food you get there, the awfully high and dangerous rides that you can ride, the minigames that you can play.

gojo was proud of himself for being such a good teacher and letting his students have a break. while he praised himself about his great accomplishment, you tugged at his sleeve and looked up at him.

his glasses were at the bridge of his nose and his blue eyes bored into you. "what's up?" he asked you. "gojo . . . are you sure this is a good idea?" he put his hands on his hips and looked up confidently, "the great gojo satoru always has good ideas!"

you giggled at his little speech, but at the same time, something formed at the pit of your stomach. you eyed the extremely tall rides, the formation in your stomach got worse every time you looked at it. it's like the tall structure had power over you.

after gojo finished praising himself, again, he looked at you. your eyes seemed lifeless, like you were being overpowered by something.

"hey, baby, you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. that movement shook you out of your daydream. "y-yeah, i'm okay." you said, putting on a smiling face so you could hide your discomfort.

suddenly, pitter-patters of feet came closer to the both of you.

"gojo-sensei! we found this big ride that we want you to see!" yuji said with excitement, with a corndog in his hand and all of the crumbs scattered around his mouth. "we don't think that you could handle it." nobara said with sarcasm as she was holding the same food item that yuji was eating; just less messier.

"lead the way my good sirs!" gojo said with enthusiasm. yuji, nobara, and megumi walked in the direction of the ride, gojo and you following behind.

once you two arrived at the destination, screaming children and adults could be heard from on the tall structure. that feeling in the pit of your stomach started to rise again, you felt uncomfortable near this ride.

"wow, y/n, look at that!" gojo said, pointing at the rollercoaster ride. "do you think we could get a seat together?" no way. there is no way he thinks that you're capable of getting on that ride.

"gojo . . ." you began, "doesn't that ride look a little bit too big?" you questioned, trembling in fear. "i don't think i would meet the height requirement anyway." he looked at you with confused eyes.

"big?" he questioned. he crossed his arms and looked you straight in the eyes, "if you can ride this dick you can ride this rollercoaster." you blushed at the comparison.

"gojo . . ." you said, covering your face, "those are two different things." he uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips. "doesn't look like a big difference to me!" he said enthusiastically.

"sensei! c'mon! unless you're scared." yuji said, getting in line for the rollercoaster. gojo started to walk off with his hand in yours. you wanted him to stay put, you wanted him to stay with you. you covered your eyes as he got into the line.

he glared at you with your confused expression. suddenly, he got out of the line with you in his hand. "we can stay here if you would like," gojo said, adjusting his glasses as he looked at the tall ride. "i don't care about being called a wuss by my students, i just want to make you feel comfortable."

you smiled and hugged him, as you buried your face deep into his chest. "thank you, gojo." you said. "ah, ah, ah, where's my 'i love you satoru, thank you for not letting me go on that treacherous ride.'"

you playfully punched his chest, he laughed at the action.

he held you close as you watched yuji, megumi, and nobara go up, down, left, right, upside-down, right-side-up on the ride—megumi keeping a straight face the whole entire time (he was annoyed at the fact that he was forced to come).

you and gojo were eating a corndog and some fries you got from a nearby stand. "i love you, gojo." you said, finishing your corndog. he looked down, you gazed into his crystalized eyes, "i love you more." he finished his corndog, throwing the stick in a nearby trash can.

"you forgot to say the other words too."

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (rollercoasters make my feet disappear).

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: angst, subtle mentions of death

an: sooo I haven’t written anything in a long while＼(￣▽￣)／ﾔｯﾀｰ! because fuck uni; consider this as a debut long piece on this blog. hope you liked it! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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"Sensei, can I ask you something?”

Ears perked up upon hearing Itadori’s question, the sorcerer signals his student to go ahead. Having exchanged hushed whispers amongst his other two classmates, Sukuna’s vessel finally musters the courage to speak up. The tension reeking in the atmosphere alone is intense, heavy enough for Gojo to feel the weight of it upon his shoulders. 

“What is it, Yuuji-kun?”

“Have ... have you failed to save someone in the past?” 

With that, the white-haired male falls silent. Sunglasses dropped and mouth agape, he fails to answer his student’s question. Perhaps it is the oddity of the unexpected question itself which takes Gojo off guard, or the fact that the usual happy-go-lucky pink-haired teen comes up with such a heavy topic to talk about out of the blue. 

Yet neither of which is the root cause resulting in the sorcerer’s sudden loss of words. Little did Itadori and his classmates know, what sounds like a seemingly harmless inquiry about their teacher’s past soundlessly reopens a cicatrix deep within his heart, rekindling memories of his suppressed past that he wishes could be left behind. 

“Sensei? Are you okay?” 

The seconds tick by, but Gojo only responds with silence. 

Gaze boring deep into the ground and away from his beloved students, the sparkle in his cerulean eyes dwindling into a transient, dull flicker. Time heals all wounds, yet it is soon proven ineffective for him as the male reluctantly takes a trip down the dreaded memory lane, plunging headfirst into what Gojo deems the epitome of hell — his past, once more. 

Predestined to become a sorcerer since birth, the white-haired man already anticipated the multitude of obstacles he would face in time: instances when he teetered on a tightrope between life and death were of common knowledge, which he didn’t have a problem dealing with — being the strongest and all that. 

Yet the one thing Gojo despised the most throughout his arduous journey of becoming a sorcerer was the obligation to make decisions (while achieving the goal of pleasing the higher-ups) that even he grew tired of doing so. The jujutsu world was sickening to say the least. Ironically, being a prominent member of it all — while inheriting the title as the next heir of the Gojo clan at the same time, his life was inseparable from its overwhelming toxicity. All those useless elders who were all bark and no bite together with their old-fashioned beliefs made the young man utterly revolted to the core. And if he were given the chance to leave everything behind, Gojo would’ve had done so without hesitation. 

Trapped in this pernicious world where even breathing felt lethal, the optimism towards humanity’s salvation which once burned bright in the sorcerer’s heart like ardent flames had now receded into dying embers. The world was beyond his capability to be saved; in fact, those who were ready to be rescued constitutes a mere couple. 

Was everything I did really what the world needed right now? 

Would the choices I make be another regret of mine later in life? 

What is the point of surviving in a world like this? 

Wouldn’t death be of any difference?

Eventually, Gojo fails to seek for his resolve, no longer holding onto a reason why he should continue treading down the path of being a sorcerer. If the elders are that obstinate about changing the world is it currently is, then why should he? If all is doomed to perish in curses, would his forlorn efforts even make a difference to humanity’s inevitable demise? He doesn’t know about it anymore, nor does he care. Even with his six eyes, the future ahead becomes unprecedented; and bit by bit, Gojo finds himself sinking into a bottomless abyss. Dragged down by inexplicable displeasure towards the world revolving around him, his spirit is on the verge of extinction, sanity hanging precariously by a thread. 

Sinking, he slowly embraces the darkness in his awaiting path.

Except that you are there to guide him out of the mist just as he is about to lose sight of his true self. 

Akin to a lighthouse illumining the infinite murkiness corrupting his heart, you lead him back into the light. What feels like doom and gloom suffocating his entirety suddenly dissipates into thin air the instant you wander into his life by coincidence. 

The memory of meeting you for the first time resurfaces in Gojo’s mind every now and then, as if all of which happened yesterday. Upon returning from an easy mission, the sorcerer mindlessly meandered through a labyrinth of streets and alleyways; night drew into Shinjuku, and the remnants of copper hues from the horizon were gradually replaced by a myriad of neon colours. Eyes averted onto scintillating lights in the distance, Gojo found his gaze lost in an opaque blur. 

Was this how the world was supposed to look like in the first place? Why was it within this decaying world that people still managed to smile? Weren’t they afraid of dying —

Just then, a young woman caught the sorcerer’s stare. The first thing he noticed was her outfit; sorcerers were rare even in the modern era, not to mention meeting one by chance on the streets could be considered a once-in-a-blue-moon phenomenon. For Gojo to coincidentally cross paths with another one of his kind, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, what surprised him the most was her words to him the second she sauntered past. 

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” 

Despite how most people around him thought of his behaviours as being melodramatic, Gojo Satoru wasn’t a particularly expressive individual. With the weight of the world weighing upon his shoulders, he mastered the ability to mask his emotions — regardless of the overwhelming urge for him to let it all out. With time, the male forced himself to numb away his feelings. Nobody had ever been able to read him like an open book, so why could you? 

“How —“

“I can see it in your eyes.” Breathing out a heavy sigh, you rested a hand on his arm. As your fingers conjured patterns on his skin, an unexplainable seep of warmth flooded through his veins; unveiling his walls, you soon perceived what seemed like his inner core: decaying into nothingness, almost lifeless, the vermilion walls which were once of a bright crimson fading into maroon —almost ashen. It was no wonder why the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth looked so dead on the inside. 

He was indeed dying, and you were determined to save him no matter the cost. 

“I know how you feel, trust me. I’ve gone through that same phase where I’m so fed up with my job as a sorcerer ... it feels like no matter what I do, it would be of no avail. It’s vexing, not to mention a huge pain in the ass. But I just grit my teeth and move on. The reason I’m still a sorcerer now is simple: to live for another day, where I could see the sunset.” 

“Huh?” 

“W-what I mean is, instead of worrying about a future that is out of your control, why don’t you focus on the present? That way, you might find a little motivation to make it through every day.” Albeit confused as to why you would go out of your way to help a stranger like him, a smile made its way to replace the apparent crease on Gojo’s face. 

“Thank you ...?” 

“y/n, y/n l/n — Grade 1 sorcerer. Nice to meet you, Gojo Satoru.” 

“The pleasure is mine.”

Gratefully, he expressed his gratitude — to which you responded with a smile. It wasn’t simply a grin, it was one that would warm the cockles of his heart. Of all the people he met, most masked their ugly intentions beneath the disguise of feigned kindness; people disgusted him, but your simper was genuine. For once, he felt peace within his heart. And just like you said, he would try to hold onto something tangible — a minuscule drive that would help him go through what felt like a torturous infinity. 

You. 

Had you not reached out to him, Gojo would’ve had gone astray from his primary goal; had you not broken down the walls he’d built, he wouldn’t make it through to another day; had you not crossed paths with him, the sorcerer wouldn’t know what to do with the rest of his life in a world he oh so despised. Your presence reminded him that he was never alone to start with, that no matter how tired, helpless or dire whatever situation he might be in, there would always be someone he could rely on. 

At least for now, the male would continue his battle. 

For the sake of humanity, and to see you for one more day. 

“Anyway, do you have any plans for the day?”

“I’m going to watch the sunset. Want to come?” 

“Why not?” 

Yet not every fairy tale began with once upon a time, and not every anecdote would come to a perfect close with happy-ever-afters. 

By the time Gojo rushed to the location which you’d last sent him for backup, you were already lying in a pool of blood, the curse you were supposed to exorcise being out of plain sight. His heart sank in utter despair; and unable to hold back surging waves of emotions, tears started to fall down the sides of the sorcerer’s cheeks as he rushed to you as fast as his legs could carry him. 

“y/n ... y/n! Stay with me ... I’ll call Shoko to come over in a sec.” Feeling desperate nudges on your shoulder and tears falling onto your ashen cheeks, your eyelashes fluttered with a hearty effort, earning a relief sigh from Gojo. 

“Thank goodness ... fuck, I was so scared for a moment ya know? Just stay awake, okay? I promise everything would be alright —“

“Satoru ... I’m glad you’re here ...” 

The sight alone made his heart wrench. Like a wilting flower, your life was slipping away soundlessly in his palms, and there was nothing he could do other than holding you in close proximity. The faltering palpitation of your pulse, the shallow breaths that dwindled to a trickle, the expanse of grey fading into carmine as you laid motionless on the icy concrete, your hollow gaze meeting his harrowing ones as tears were spilled endlessly. 

Gojo berated himself immensely, for not rushing to your aid as soon as possible — especially when the tragedy could’ve had been avoided, for being incapable of saving you from death’s door — unlike how you had rescued him back then, and for everything he owed you. Even as you flashed a faint grin at the distressed sorcerer, reminding him not to take the blame on his own, there was no way the male would forgive himself for something like this. 

Even if he had all the power in the world, what would be the meaning of all this  — when he couldn’t even save the one person he cared about the most?

"y/n ... I’m so sorry ...” A tinge of rawness laced with belated regret etched the back of Gojo’s throat whilst he croaked out his apology. 

“It’s never your fault, dummy ...” Reaching out your trembling hands, you weakly poke him on the cheek. Hearing this only made the sorcerer weep even harder, his grip on you tightening. His uniform was ensanguined with your blood, yet Gojo couldn’t care less about that at this moment. 

At this point, his only wish was to hold you in his arms for one more time. 

“Satoru ...”

“Yes?” The sorcerer sniffled through tears. 

“I want you to watch the sunset ... promise?” 

“It ... it would never be the same without you! No ... no way would I —“ He was about to protest when you shakily placed a finger to his lips. 

“Pl ... please.” 

Silence canopied the two of you like a blanket. 

“Wherever you are, I would always be there ... watching the sunset with you. Jus’ promise me ... this one last thing, ‘kay?” 

And with a heavy heart, Gojo nodded begrudgingly. 

“Live on ... and I love you, dummy.”

Smiling at him for the last time, you exhaled your last breath of air, passing away peacefully in the male’s trembling arms. Dazzling rays of the setting sun shone across the skyline, emanating its balmy radiance. Yet the sorcerer didn’t feel the same warmth from the sun as before. To him, its rays reached him, but they ceased to save Gojo from the tenebrosity of his heart. Your passing felt like a mighty rip from a page in his life; and without you, he was this close to giving up. 

Gojo Satoru was alive and breathing, yet this was the day when his heart died. 

Along with you. 

“Sensei, are—are you alright?” Concerned inquiries from his students snap the white-haired sorcerer back into reality. Adjusting his sunglasses and choking back a sob, he manages to give Itadori his long-awaited response. 

“... of course I have.” Gojo’s voice lowers to what feels like a hoarse, pained whisper. “Even the strongest sorcerer cannot save anyone. There is no way time can be rewound ... but all we can do is to live, for the sake of those who love and care immensely for us. Remember that, kids.” 

With that, he leaves the room, leaving the three first-years utterly speechless as they start to discuss how this is a brand new face of Gojo in which they have never discovered in the past — only curious as to why he is showing this side of himself now. 

As the saying goes — the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Yet for Gojo Satoru, the path to him becoming the strongest sorcerer of all time started with the agony of goodbye.