satoru feels your stare prickle at the back of his neck.

he’s rummaging through the fridge, one hand on his hip, grabbing two cans of iced tea from the bottom compartment. peach for him, lime for you. his infinity is down, the pads of his fingers meeting chilled aluminum, condensation licking at his skin.

but the goosebumps that sensation causes is nothing compared to the ones he gets from this — your stare digging into the back of his head, your attention aimed directly at him. when he turns around, closing the fridge with a bump of his hipbone, you freeze. like a deer caught in headlights. 

satoru grins.

”you checkin’ me out?”

Physics Class

It was a typical evening in the Gojo household, or so it seemed. Satoru Gojo was seated at the dining table with his teenage child and a pile of physics textbooks. His usual demeanor was replaced with a look of sheer desperation as he attempted to explain the intricacies of quantum mechanics.

"Okay, so imagine this," Gojo began, summoning his Infinity to illustrate his point. "You have a particle, and it can be in multiple places at once..."

Haru, stared blankly at his father, eyes glazed over with confusion. "But Dad, I still don't get it. How can something be in two places at the same time?"

Gojo rubbed his temples, mentally cursing the day he decided to take on the role of tutor. "Well, you see, it's like... umm... Hollow Purple!" With a flourish of his hand, he conjured the swirling vortex of energy, hoping it would somehow make the concept clearer.

Haru's expression didn't change. "It just looks like purple fog to me, Dad."

Gojo sighed dramatically. "This is harder than fighting curses," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, a light bulb seemed to go off in Gojo's head. "I know! Let's try a practical demonstration." Within seconds, he summoned a small rubber ball and a series of miniature black holes using his powers.

Haru's eyes widened in alarm. "Dad, are you sure this is safe?"

But before he could protest further, Gojo released the ball into the gravitational field of the black holes. Chaos ensued as the ball disappeared and reappeared in seemingly random locations.

"Dad, I think you just broke the laws of physics," Haru exclaimed, a mix of awe and terror in his voice.

Gojo chuckled nervously. "Well, umm... let's just say it's a... creative interpretation."

Despite the chaotic lesson, Haru couldn't help but smile at their father's antics. "Thanks, Dad. I still don't understand quantum mechanics, but at least I had fun trying."

Gojo grinned proudly, tousling his hair affectionately. "That's my kid. Now, let's tackle the next chapter: Kinetic Energy!"

As Gojo delved deeper into the world of teaching normal subjects, he realized that traditional methods simply weren't cutting it. So, he decided to incorporate his sorcery skills into the curriculum, much to the dismay of his teenager.

Satoru decided to demonstrate the concept of kinetic energy using his Infinity. He summoned a couple of marbles and set them rolling on the table, intending to show how their speed affected their energy.

"See, Haru, the faster the marble moves, the more energy it has," Gojo explained, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

His son nodded along, trying to follow his father's logic. But when Gojo decided to ramp up the demonstration by using his powers to increase the speed of the marbles to near-supersonic levels, chaos ensued.

The marbles careened off the table, ricocheting around the room like tiny bullets. Furniture was overturned, vases shattered, and Gojo found himself ducking for cover behind the sofa.

"Dad, I think we should stick to the textbook," Haru yelled over the chaos, dodging a marble that whizzed past his head.

Gojo emerged from his hiding spot, looking sheepish. "Right, maybe that was a bit much."

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Gojo household. The door swung open, and you walked in. You were greeted not by the usual calm ambiance of home, but by a scene of utter chaos.

"Baby, what on earth happened here?" you exclaimed, taking in the overturned furniture, cracked decorations and the faint scent of burnt rubber lingering in the air.

Your husband looked up from his haphazard pile of textbooks, relief washing over his exhausted features at the sight of his wife. "Oh, thank goodness you're here. We've had a bit of a... situation."

Your son sat at the table with tears glistening in his eyes, surrounded by scattered papers and half-hearted attempts at calculations. He looked up at his mother with a mixture of frustration and defeat.

"Mom, I just don't understand any of this. We tried so much and nothing worked," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Your heart broke at the sight of your son's distress. You crossed the room in a few quick strides, wrapping him in a comforting hug. "It's okay, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together."

Turning to Gojo, you found her husband in a state of near-panic, his usual smirk replaced by a look of sheer desperation. "Love, what's going on? Why is everything in shambles?"

Gojo ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his frustration palpable. "I've been trying to help Haru study for his physics exam, but nothing seems to be sinking in. I've tried every trick in the book, and then some my personal tricks. It didn't do much though."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your usually unflappable husband on the brink of a meltdown. "Well, why don't we take a break, and then try some different approach?."

Photobooth Session

"Come on, Y/N, let's try the photobooth!" Gojo's enthusiasm was contagious as he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you towards the colorful contraption stationed at the corner of the arcade.

You couldn't help but laugh at his excitement. "Alright, alright, let's go!"

Inside the booth, you both squeezed in, Gojo nearly knocking his head against the ceiling in his eagerness. The machine whirred to life as the countdown began, and you both prepared for your first pose.

"Ready?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Born ready," Gojo replied, flashing you a grin.

"Smile!" You said, but Gojo had other plans. He pulled a ridiculous face, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. The flash went off, capturing the moment perfectly.

Laughing, you playfully shoved him. "Seriously, babe?"

He shrugged, a grin on his face.

As the next photo snapped, you decided to up the ante. You pulled out a pair of oversized sunglasses from your bag and donned them, striking a pose like a movie star. He followed suit, finding a pair of neon-colored shutter shades and putting them on upside down.

The subsequent photos were a blur of laughter and silliness as you both posed in increasingly ridiculous ways. From pretending to be superheroes to doing exaggerated dance moves, there was no shortage of creativity in the tiny booth.

But as the camera counted down for the next shot, something changed. Gojo's expression shifted, his eyes softening as he leaned in closer.

Before you could react, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, the flash capturing the moment for eternity.

Surprised but pleasantly so, you melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. The booth seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of affection.

When you finally pulled apart, the booth's mechanical voice announced the end of the photo session, but neither of you moved. Lost in each other's gaze, you couldn't help but smile.

"Well, that was unexpected," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned in to kiss him again, this time initiating it yourself. The booth may have captured the moment, but it couldn't capture the warmth in your heart as you shared this intimate exchange with the person you loved.

"Best photobooth session ever," you declared, tucking the strip of photos into your wallet.

Gojo grinned, pulling you into a tight hug. "Definitely. But you know what's even better?"

"What?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"Getting to spend moments like these with you," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

standing on tiptoes.

୨୧ summary. just as what the title suggests, you get on your tip toes to give satoru a kiss! gojo is completely lovesick and down bad, early stage in the relationship. its gojo's first too °u°

୨୧ desc. sweet sweet tooth rotting fluff because we all need this. 0.7k words from me to you beloved <3

satoru thinks life has been gracious to him lately and he can't pinpoint what he did exactly to deserve this but he hopes he keeps doing whatever it is because he wants you around a long, long time.

satoru wouldn’t call himself a sentimental person but he can't help the soft feeling that pools in his stomach and spread through his chest when you look at him with your oh so mesmerising eyes.

- "Love is innocent, love is pure, and love is willing to sacrifice everything for the ones it loves."

Guys listen I hate to tell you this but holding Taylor Swift accountable for her enormous CO2 emissions is actually not misogynistic

The thing I like about Laapaata Ladies is about the girl, Phool, yeah that even though Dadi said Phool that your husband will not come, he left you, he took all your money, your jewellery, why would he return to you? And, you know, seeing Dadi doing it for herself and her husband left her and she's doing it all alone, you know. But Phool always, even after she got that money from Dadi, she said that I will do something, unke kaam me hath bataungi she will help her husband. So, the thing is, that even when the surroundings were all negative about her husband returning, she hoped that he will return. She knew that he will return, that he's finding her, she believed him, she had trust in him. Like in arranged marriages, how?, you don't know right, that she is out there and he took all her jewellery and and it's an arranged marriage, typical arranged marriage in that setting. All these things used to happen in that time that the guy will leave her, but she had trust in him, all because he was actually finding her, he was actually praying for her return, he started loving her when he said, ki English, full English mein bol ke dikhau and he said, I love you. He actually meant it. He was praying for Phool's return. That's why the faith and trust in Phool for her husband never died. And I love this.

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

brief mention of blood + injury

You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.

A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.

Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.

You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.

“…yn?”

Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.

“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.

His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.

“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.

“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.

He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.

“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.

Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.

“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.

Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.

You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.

“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.

You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.

When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.

“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.

You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.

The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm whispered a declaration of love into your skin.

Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.

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◞  ADORNED WITH ADORATION.

꒰ you give satoru a forehead kiss and your tenderness is something he's still trying his damnedest to get used to. ꒱

satoru is still learning to love shamelessly; he’s still learning how to be adorned with adoration. while he’s always grateful to have your arms tightly clasped around him, hugging him with all your might, he still struggles to accept all your loving gestures fully and readily. despite how much he wants to feel loved by you, despite how much he aches to feel safe in your softness, he can’t help but shy away from its frequency, from the pride you exude when you slip your hand into his. but you’ve made it your mission to break down his apprehension.

exposure therapy. whenever you can, you press a kiss to his temple. when he’s least expecting it, your small hands cup his unsuspecting cheeks, your fingertips tingling as his face flushes and warms beneath them. your thumbs stroke his soft skin, taking in a towering man turning timid for you. now is no different.

TAKADAA CHAAAANNN

THE BEST AND STRONGEST DOCTOR

contents. fluff, sick reader x gojo satoru

satoru hates it when you get sick. as much as he loves taking care of his sick girlfriend, it also never fails to make him worry. sometimes, he would even feel like crying everytime he looks at your weak state, whining about how he had not protected you enough, and you'll only end up taking care of him. and he might cry even more, because why is he the one being babied now?

“satoru, stop crying.” you chuckled, followed with another cough. you cupped his cheek on your palms as you wiped his tears with your thumb.

satoru sniffled, pulling away immediately and pouting. he straightened up and took your medicine in his hands. “i’m not crying.”

no matter how much he denied, he always worried every time you were sick. he wanted to appear strong in front of you nonetheless, and if he could, he'd ask the gods to just take your pain away and give it to him instead. he never liked seeing you suffer. and because you were frequently sick, it made him want to just stay by your side all day even when he had to work at jujutsu high.

“open up.” he ordered, tapping the spoon with your medicine on your lips as he helped you to drink it. once you swallowed the liquid down your throat, he handed you a glass of water.

you sighed, seeing his now concentrated face. his eyes were furrowed, a frown forming in his face while he carried the empty tray of your dinner to take it down the kitchen.

“i’m sorry, toru.” you smiled apologetically up at him as he stood up.

he looked at you with a confused face, setting the tray down on the bedside as he kneeled down to face you properly. “why are you saying sorry?”

“i’m always sick, and i know how much it worries you.”

“don't say sorry for things you can't control.” satoru said pointedly, brushing a strand of her across her face. “i should be the one saying sorry for being dramatic.”

satoru’s face warmed into a smile when he heard you laugh. he couldn't help but want to drown in the sound of your sweet voice, a sound that he wished to always hear every single morning.

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, your lips. he lingered a little longer, squeezing your cheek between his fingers before he pulled away out of breath.

“i’ll always take care of you, baby. so you don't have to worry.” he smiled reassuringly, lacing your fingers between his. “you'll get better soon enough because you have the best and strongest doctor taking care of you,” he winked, pointing at himself.

i love satoru sm you don't get it

Gege and his fuckery again

Made it out alive, just for you

Gojo x gn!reader , angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

Au where gojo lives

Warning: y/n has a nightmare about gojo, MAJOR JJK MANGA SPOILERS FOR CH 236, so ya it involves blood and a lil bit of gore, and crying.

A/n: i love this man so so much, and whenever I get a bad dream about my loved ones dying, it mostly includes the part after their death and I'm living without them, and when I wake up it's such a relief, so this fic is based on that

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So then when Yuji dies, he will not be surrounded by his loved ones because everyone he loves is dead. Ok ok ok cool cool cool coo-

So then when Yuji dies, he will not be surrounded by his loved ones because everyone he loves is dead. Ok ok ok cool cool cool coo-