Aiieera - Evarara

gojo satoru, often referred to as the most powerful sorcerer of his time, feels his palms start to sweat because he knows he’s coming home past curfew.

so he does what any man fearing his partner's wrath would do. sneak in and deal with the consequences in the morning.

he closes the door behind him as quietly as possible, slips his shoes off and places them neatly beside yours, and tries his best to tiptoe through the darkness without bumping into anything.

he makes it two steps when the kitchen light is flicked on, and he's greeted by your wary expression.

plan a has failed, so he quickly switches gears to plan b, pulling the limp bouquet of roses from behind his back.

but you've never been so easily wooed, hardly sparing his apology gift a glance and not reciprocating the kiss her presses to your lips as you state, "you're almost an hour past curfew."

gojo sighs, glancing around. he's on the lookout for a broom-wielding megumi. "i know, i'm sorry-"

"this is the third time this week."

"i...know."

but you're not done, arms crossed over your chest as gojo follows you into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. "what were you doing?"

the truth is the only way to placate you, it seems. "there's this curse that the higher-ups want me to exorcise. special grade."

"did you do it?"

"i can't," he insists, like he has been for the past week since he'd been given the assignment.

"then i'll help you," you shrug. "you've obviously done a lot of scouting, so tomorrow after we drop megumi off at school--"

"i can't do it because it's attached to a kid!" he admits, his voice raised a little more than he'd prefer. "i don't think he even knows about curses or the one that's clinging to him."

you curse quietly, shaking your head slightly and asking, "how old is he?"

"a few years older than megumi."

you're looking past him at the kid's rooms. at megumi's, and tsumiki's empty one. he takes a seat beside you, taking your hand and squeezing gently.

"so what are we going to do?"

"take him in," gojo proposes. "teach him how to use it. control it. he seems like a bright kid, i think he can learn. but...i need your help convincing the higher ups.

you turn to face him, sighing, "you know i'm always on your side."

gojo satoru isn't sure of a lot of things in this world, but that is one of them.

"we'll go talk to them in the morning. and on the way, we're going to discuss your habit of bringing home weird sidekicks," you scoff, rolling your eyes. but gojo catches a hint of a smile on your lips as he presses a kiss to your temple.

"ah, you love it," he teases, and to no one's surprise, you don't argue.

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BONUS

"you came home late again," megumi says over breakfast. "that's three times."

"i was working. the roof over your head? the cereal you're eating? i paid for with my blood, sweat, and tears," gojo quips.

you clear your throat loudly, shooting him a glare.

"we paid for," he corrects. but when you turn your attention back to your book, gojo points at himself, mouthing, all me.

megumi rolls his eyes, and gojo gasps at the blatant disrespect. "you were still late. you slowing down or something, old man?"

of all the low blows he could be dealt, this one always hurt the most. who the hell raised this kid? "i am not old! how dare you insinuate such a thing!"

but megumi isn't done, because when do moody teenagers ever pull their punches? "maybe you should start taking your blindfold off more often. you obviously need all the help you can get."

gojo looks to you for help, but you don't even spare him a glance. "be nice. or i'll ground you both."

gojo just huffs, muttering under his breath. "next time we do groceries, i'm leaving you at the checkout. i'll just walk out."

"do it," megumi shrugs. "then i can walk home instead of sitting in your old car and listening to your old people music."

"it's a vintage car!" gojo argues, pointing a spoon in the kid's direction a little threateningly. "and you're the one whose favourite song is 'island in the sun!' that song is older than you are."

megumi doesn't miss a beat. "not older than you, i bet."

gojo's even more offended when you laugh, high-fiving megumi and saying, "hopefully the next one is nicer to you."

Mango sakaguchi

(Sorry for late ish response work made me sad)

But I’m also rewatching!! I’m about to start the Seijoh match in season 2 I’m screaming!! I always forget how much I LOVE all the characters!!! I get a new top 10 every time I rewatch!!

Yaku will always be my #1 ACTUAL HUSBAND though 😤😤✊🥴

awww noo make sure you get enough rest

i saw the movie again today and ur man ateee

i got to the point in the rewatch the other day where daichi died and i cried of laughter. i couldn’t stop laughing bc i forgot how much we joked ab him actually dying and saying “nice kill tanaka”

I just burned the one piece of food that wasn’t for me; it set off the fire alarm

i feel so bad

it was for my mom :(

everyday i face the question as to whether or not i should make my own inumaki smau

oh so when vampires have heightened sensory awareness it’s cool, but when I have it it’s ‘autism’

new sakusa headcanon!!! kiyoomi, for the longest time, cannot,, for the life of him,, figure out why you love kissing the corner of his lips so much. at first he thinks you're just teasing instead of actually giving him a proper kiss, but with the amount of times he's grumbled and complained about it every time you do so, he figures you'd get the hint by now, but you always just giggle and give him a teasing grin. until one day he's getting his makeup done for an official msby photoshoot and the makeup artist asks him to see if he's happy with his make up. he leans in closer to the mirror and it catches his eye: the faint beauty mark just below the corner of his lips — right at the spot where you give him the most kisses. he knows he has it, of course, but he's somehow never put two and two together until today, and suddenly his face feels warm and his heart flusters, his brain goes blank and he can't believe he's never figured this out before but most importantly, he can't believe you're having this effect on him. he loves it. he can't wait to get home and shower you with kisses.

he's only snapped out of his trance when the makeup artist wonders aloud if they've applied too much blush on his cheeks.

they're so silly

im literally so bored waiting to be let into class