ִֶָ☾. See You Later!
ִֶָ☾. See You Later!
cw: war au pairing: megumi x OC, dad!Satoru wc: 2.6k
a/n: i really enjoyed writing this particular chapter, as exhausting as it was :DD
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 >>> coming soon!
(Megumi's POV)
I was confused.
The problem with chasing shadows is that sometimes, they start looking back.
I was in the archives again. Third time this week. I knew there was nothing new in these files — redacted lines, blank pages, ink that looked like it was burned off — but I kept coming back anyway.
Hope's a stupid thing. Fragile. Addictive.
I flipped open another folder. Same emblem on the top corner. Same damn font. Property of Operation: Blind Sun. Property of a nightmare. Screw this. I sighed, tossing the useless stash of paper to the table and walking out of the room, closing the door behind me. Kuroiwa was either stupidly blind or blindly stupid.
Either works.
Staring at redacted files until my eyes fell out never helped and never will help, so I decided I'm going rogue. Even if it gets me kicked out of here - which I'm actually yearning for. How am I supposed to find my family - or what was left of them, at least - if I can't use any and all resources I can find? That's why instead of turning right in the corridor, I veered left into the darkness. In the direction of the SUPERIOR PERSONNEL ONLY room. Some files were labeled CLASSIFIED. Others were marked FOR EYES ABOVE RANK.
But none of them said Fushiguro Megumi: Stop Being a Goddamn Idiot and Open This Sooner — which is exactly what they should’ve said.
The lock was easy. The badge swipe? Easier. They trained me to ghost into enemy territory, and I was using it to crack into my own military’s records. What a joke.
I didn’t care. I had one goal. One person.
Her name. That’s all I needed. I typed it in like I’d done a hundred times before.
GOJO, AKIRA.
And this time, it didn’t bounce me.
It opened a record.
Deployment: Special Division 02 – Black Unit Commanding Officer: SOKOLYEV, CMDR Second-in-Command: ARATA, LT Status: ACTIVE Clearance Level: LOCKED
I stared at the screen.
Kyle Sokolyev. Buzzcut.
She was under Buzzcut the entire time. The same man I’d passed in briefings. The same man who pretended not to recognize my last name. The same unit that operated under the same goddamn flag as me.
My fists slammed the desk.
Kuroiwa.
She knew. She’d known everything.
My pulse roared in my ears like gunfire. A traitor’s beat — not to the country, but to myself. I should’ve seen it.
I didn’t wait for permission. Or a vehicle. Or a file stamp. I stole a damn bike from the depot and rode.
(MILITARY BASE, SPECIAL DIVISION 02 - AKIRA'S BASE)
The base looked like any other: concrete, dust, half-salvaged wiring running like veins up the sides. But it felt different. A soldier at the gate blinked when I flashed my stolen clearance. “Uh. Sir? You’re… not from this base.”
“No,” I said. “I’m looking for someone. Gojo Akira. She’s registered here.”
“Private Gojo?” He frowned. “She shipped out early this morning.”
Damn it.
“Then someone she was close to,” I said without flinching. “Anyone she trusted. Ate meals with. Laughed around.”
The guy scratched his head. “Uh… I mean, she mostly kept to herself, but—yeah. There’s this one guy. Talks a lot. Name’s Renji. He used to get her to eat when she skipped meals.”
“Where is he?”
“Mess hall. Second corridor.” I nodded, walking into the base and going towards the hall. It smelled like steel trays and yesterday’s regrets. Soldiers slumped over half-eaten meals, boots scraping tile. I scanned until I saw him — mid-twenties maybe, hair a mess, knuckles bruised, eyes like he hadn’t slept since peace was invented.
I walked over.
“Renji?” I asked.
He looked up slowly, like he was used to being called for trouble. “Yeah?”
“I’m looking for someone. Gojo Akira.”
His face didn’t shift much — just this small, knowing pause, like a dot connecting in the back of his mind.
“Oh,” he said. A faint smile, like he knew something I didn’t. Like he recognized me.
I didn’t press. “Do you know where she went?”
He nodded, pushed his half-eaten tray aside. “Shipped out early this morning. Left with Lieutenant Arata.”
My hands curled around the edge of the bench. “Do you know why?”
Renji scratched his neck, sighing softly and speaking. "I supposed it had to do something with these papers she's been studying non-stop. Something about her dad. Come on.” He stood and started walking, leading me to the barracks.
The room was quiet. Lived-in but stripped clean. Two bunks, one top, one bottom. Renji motioned to the lower one.
“She’s been studying these,” he said, crouching and reaching under the bedframe. “Secret files. She wouldn’t let anyone touch them, but… you’re not just anyone, are you?”
I didn’t answer.
He pulled out a folded pack of documents — ragged at the edges, creased from sleepless nights. He passed them to me.
“She never said your name,” Renji added quietly. “But I figured it out.”
I opened the folder.
Classified logos. Operation stamps. Maps. Coordinates. Codenames. Redacted lines stacked like barbed wire. I barely blinked. My fingers traced through them, eyes scanning for something — anything — that would tell me where she went.
Then something slipped loose.
A photo.
It fluttered down into my lap.
I stared at it.
It was us.
Just a day — random, forgettable to anyone else. I was maybe nine. She was grinning wide, arms thrown around my neck, and I was mid-sigh, clearly trying not to smile.
We looked happy.
I swallowed hard.
“She kept it in the folder,” Renji said, voice low behind me. “Wouldn’t let it go, even when she got yelled at for bringing personal stuff into briefing.”
I folded the photo back into the file. My throat burned.
“Do you know where they went?” I asked.
Renji shook his head. “No. But it’s all in there. If anyone can figure it out, it’s you.” I nodded, offering a tight smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else. Renji nodded his head, offering the same smile.
Except his looked more sympathetic and emotional.
I stood up, tucking the files into my bag gently and fixing my gloves, looking around. I had to find her, and I would. No matter what.
"Good luck. She'll be glad to know you still care," Renji said, silent support and understanding in his booming voice. Why would she think I didn't care?
It made me pause for a moment, but the thought was pushed to the back of my mind when I was out of the base. The drive to my base was exhausting, mentally wrecking. Everything happening was driving me insane.
And that insanity drove me further to find the truth. -----------------------
The file folder lied splayed open across the floor.
Gloves were off. Jacket on the ground. I'm sitting cross-legged, hunched over, every classified paper spread around me like the wreckage of a storm.
At first, I was just skimming, frustrated — trying to pinpoint anything concrete.
But then I realized something was off.
The first highlight’s yellow. The next… is red. Then green. Then blue. Then red again. And the pen strokes are slightly slanted, different. Not military issue. Not regulation.
Then it clicked.
She was talking to me.
I scrambled, dragging the lamp closer, pulling the files into a line.
Some highlights are in thick, angry strokes — military-issued. Others? Finer. Smaller. Like someone was trying not to be noticed. And she repeated a pattern — yellow, red, green, blue, red.
A cipher.
I pulled out my notebook, copying the words only highlighted in her color. The phrases they formed.
I'm stupid.
"They’re lying about Satoru." "Arata trusts you." "If you see this, I need you." "Find me before they do."
And then finally — one more line, tucked in a page with nothing else on it:
"Only you would’ve seen this."
I clenched the papers in my hands, feeling tears build up. My mind drifted back to the photo I saw earlier.
I could remember the moment the photo was taken. What she said. How she smiled. How she looked at me as if I were her whole world. Maybe I never looked back. But it was time to now.
"I hate you as much as I would love to kiss you right now," a soft whisper fell from my lips, something cracking the wrong way in my heart. I was so, so, so blind. I needed to find her ASAP.
I didn't care she had a layer of protection from Buzzcut and Arata over herself. Didn't care the two were smart enough to dodge a nuclear bomb seconds before it exploded. I needed to help her. If I don't, I don't want to know what could happen.
I'm pretty sure that earlier, I didn't deserve that smile of hers. But I'll be damned if I don't earn it now.
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I slept over everything. Let the situation fully settle in my gut - let the fact she trusted me so much settle in completely. I can't fuck up now.
The hallway was too quiet for this hour. Morning briefings usually meant chaos - boots scuffing tile, radios crackling, half-eaten rations tossed on crates - but today, even the static felt like it was holding its breath.
I adjusted the strap of my sidearm as I passed the old west wing of Base D-7. Rust bloomed on the steel walls like rot, and for a second, I caught my own reflection in the window - a little older, a little harder around the eyes. I hated mirrors now. All they ever did was show me who I was without her.
Without my family.
A low whistle cut through the air. A junior tech—Rei, I thought—waved me over with a sealed file in hand.
“Sir, we picked up something odd,” she said, voice low. “Encrypted activity log triggered a ghost alert. Registered as unlicensed movement… but the trail is too clean. Almost like someone wanted us to find it.”
I frowned. “Where?”
She hesitated. “Sector 09.”
I blinked. “That’s not real. There’s no Sector 09.”
“I thought the same. But the log’s real. Timestamped, with geo-pings routed through backdoors only the black-ops used during Blind Sun’s peak.”
That name made my gut twist.
I grabbed the file. Flipped through sharp paper. A chill slipped down my spine - coded phrases, static glitches, bits of phrases I knew by heart.
My heart dropped. No.
I ran a hand through my hair, skin buzzing. “This pattern - it’s her,” I whispered. “It’s Akira.”
Rei blinked. “Sir?”
“She’s alive. Or she was. She left this trail.” I was already walking, then running toward Command. “She’s in Sector 09.”
“But that place—”
“I don’t care what the map says.” My voice was sharp, laced with steel. “If she’s there, I’m going in.”
I didn't wait for a car - yet again, just dragged the stolen bicycle with me and followed the coordinates. If Satoru ever taught me something useful, it was how to easily navigate using coordinates, even in dire situations such as this one.
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Sector 09. I was confused, yet again.
Why was I at the Horizon Lot? There used to be an arcade here when Akira and I were kids. Akira's family always parked on spot 11B, mine took place 10A.
I carefully stepped into the parking lot, looking around. Something was terribly off. Usually, it took a good lot to make me feel insecure and scared.
Now, shivers ran up my spine non-stop and my eyes started watering without reason.
I shivered again, breath coming out in white clouds. I didn't know what cold was, but it was clear now that I was here.
And that Akira was possibly in a life-or-death situation.
Falling into step, I quickened my pace. There was no time to lose.
My pulse thudded in my ears as I sprinted down the corridor, the walls closing in on me. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, mixed with something sharper—burnt ozone, the sting of something metallic, something wrong.
My boots pounded the slick concrete floor, the echoes bouncing off the narrow passageways that seemed to get tighter the further I pushed. The walls—half-machine, half-stone—were like a grave, cold and unforgiving. They didn’t belong in a place like this.
Sector 09 shouldn’t have even existed. But here I was.
A flash of red on the floor caught my attention.
Blood.
Fresh. The dark, rust-colored smear was splattered across the ground, trailing off at an angle, like someone had been dragged or stumbled. My throat tightened, breath catching. I knelt, fingers hovering just above the floor. My eyes darted over the bloodstains, tracing the path.
Then I saw them.
Footprints.
One set was deeper, heavier - someone wearing tactical boots. But the second set, faint against the backdrop of scuffed floors, was lighter. Smaller.
The weight of the tread wasn’t right either. Too soft. Too quick.
My stomach dropped.
Akira’s footsteps.
The hollow pit in my chest swelled with dread. My heart hammered, the rhythmic thudding a constant reminder of how far behind I was.
“No…” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “No, no, no…”
She has been here.
My hands clenched into fists at my ides as I pushed myself upright, mind reeling. She had to be okay. She had to be. I was almost there. Almost close enough to...
The next thing I found nearly stopped his heart.
A comm-unit. Standard military issue. Its casing was cracked, one side busted open, wires dangling out like veins. I dropped to one knee, the urgency propelling me forward.
It was still faintly warm.
My fingers brushed the comm’s interface, testing it for any residual charge. I could feel the heat—fresh, as though it had been dropped only moments ago.
My breath hitched. She dropped it. It wasn’t just lying there; it had been discarded, left behind in a rush. A moment of panic. Or something worse.
I swallowed hard, chest tight.
The comm-unit was cracked, but it wasn’t beyond repair. If I could just get a signal out—maybe it wasn’t too late.
But as I reached for my own device, a strange sense of dread settled over me. I was missing something. Something important. The walls seemed to close in further, the corridor stretching out in front of me like a tunnel, growing darker with every step I took.
I snapped the comm-unit into my belt. The place was a trap—it had to be.
I didn’t care. I was getting her out. No matter the cost.
A scream interrupted my train of thought. It wasn't Akira's scream; I knew that the moment I heard it. Nevertheless, it made me freeze.
It came from somewhere below the ground.
What was going on?
Something smashing and unsettling, almost eerie sounds of cracking echoed through the empty, rusty parking lot, sending a pang of uneasiness and dread straight to my core. Shit.
I pushed harder, running faster, my legs burning as I followed the sounds of destruction. I had to find her. I had to make sure she was okay.
The walls shook, like something massive had just breached the ground. The sound of shattering glass and metal split the air. The whole place groaned, like a beast awakening from a long sleep.
I grabbed one of the grenades attached to my suit, throwing it at the wall from behind which the sounds seemed to be coming from.
I ran back quickly, protecting my face from flying debris and rubble, the sound of explosion deafening me for a moment before I looked up through the dust and caught those eyes.
Cerulean blue, like the sky before the war. Pristine white hair, wild and long.
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CHRISTMAS!JJK FIC RECS
santa baby, slip some good d under the tree for me >< the list will be edited as i find more (recs/suggestions r welcome!) happy holidays <3 mdni, may contain nsfw content!
gojo all i want for christmas is you - fushitoru santa doesn't know you like i do - sugurus-thoughts loosing focus every time you speak, girl - madamechrissy beneath the mistletoe - lostfracturess (just meet me at the) apt - norikuna candy cane kisses - dark-and-kawaii last christmas, i gave you my a** - moonlitwitchdaisy like my stockings - versupital a nonsense christmas - mianaissante hoe hoe hoe - touyota monopoly - teamatsumu the lap mishap - jazzthatonewriterchick skip santa, we're both on the naughty list anyway - risoula sant✩'s present - toji-bunny-girl you're my wishlist - cocoamide duvet days and vanilla ice cream - madamechrissy
geto bed chem - norikuna nothing beats the real thing - comatosebunny09 cindy lou who - sugurus-thoughts milk and cookies - indiewritesxoxo down the chimney - chaepink all i want for christmas is you - risuola last christmas - jujuscrolled christmas gift - loveanddeepdick
nanami santa baby - nininikki no one should be alone on christmas - moonlitwitchdaisy i'll be home for christmas, i promise - risuola white christmas - sugurus-thoughts
choso emo!choso - confietti ribbons with choso - creamflix looks like we're snowed in for the night - risuola under the mistletoe - osohchoso last friday night - norikuna
toji santa's cumming to town - nkogneatho he's a little bit older (like super old) but damn it, he's so hot .ᐟ - rosesaints an early christmas bonus - preciousamethyst "that's too much whipped cream" - theorphicangel 13 days til' christmas - esmedelacroix you'll be santa claus, i'll be mrs - myluckluv grinch's b!tch - toji-bunny-girl toji x reader christmas - madamechrissy the lap mishap - jazzthatonewriterchick santa's prettiest elf - saberlibrary that's so true - norikuna
sukuna baby, it's cold outside - kurooh mistletoe with sukuna - creamflix wanna let him unwrap me & get on top of him by the fireplace.. - gojoscinnamonroll like you're my queen - arminsumi i've been a naughty girl - candycandy00 i don't need a mistletoe to kiss you - risuola where the poison grows at christmas - daryascurse
yuuji under the mistletoe (smau) - adoresia kinikiling - mononjikayu
megumi stuck in a cabin - saberlibrary a spritz of peppermint - riaki secret santa with megumi fushiguro - twiishaa
etc all they want for christmas is you - sonarspace jjk christmas headcanons - kentosovertime jjk men as pervy mall santas - candycandy00 dear santa, i've been naughty (smau) - dreamingkitsunewrites christmas: christmas tree time (smau) - swirlingcurses christmas: secret santa preparation (smau) - swirlingcurses d!lfmas - tonycries telling them you signed them up for christmas caroling without them knowing (smau) - nanaslut “your christmas present is on the bed when you get home” (smau) - nanaslut santa tell me - tojicide holiday headcanons - kamitv
࿐ Nerdjo who subconsciously draws little sketches of you through out his notes and assignments. Frowning at his little creations along his paper when turning it in. (“Ah- uhm wait I forgot to erase something.”)
He never erases the pretty ones.
Nerdjo who calls out your friends as they’re talking behind your back. (“If she’s dumb she’d still be hanging out with you.”)
Nerdjo who sighs when you stick your hand in his snack bag, giggling when you expect him to scold you.
He pushes the bag closer to you.
Nerdjo moping as he finally washes the fabric you’ve left your scent on.
Nerdjo whose eyes widen when you correct an answer on his paper, unsure how to respond to the flush reaching his cheeks as he pushes his glasses up.
Nerdjo who leans over during free period, watching you use social apps he’s never heard of. (“what’s..a tumblr?”)
He was even more intrigued when you hid your phone screen but he brushed it off.
Nerdjo who’s heart flutters as he hears you slip a DnD reference to your friends, silently giggling at the joke your friends raised eyebrows to.
Nerdjo who’s unfazed as ever as you hand him your phone to show him the pigtails and kawaii hairclips you’ve ruined his ghostly hair with.
“Hate em.”
(He wore them the rest of the day.)
Nerdjo who chokes up when his neighbor, Megumi shows up asking who’s the girl taking up their Pokémon trading time. (“since when did girls like you?”)
Nerdjo letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, as he stood behind you, helping you put on a necklace you definitely could’ve put on yourself.
Immediately turning his head to anything else in the room as you ask him if it looks good, the amulet sitting right inbetween your cleavage. (“Yeah- yea.”) (“you didn’t even look.”)
Part one || Part two || Part three
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soukoku as one of my dearest renaissance paintings
PT1- PERVY JJK MEN FIC RECS // mdni!
satoru gojo ✮
pervy gojo - @/madamechrissy
dbf perv - @/nanamisonholiday
dbf perv pt.2 - @/nanamisonholiday
gym partners - @/bakugoushotwife
obsessed - @/nanaslutt
pervy lifeguard - @/sugoroo
personal trainer! - @/classyrbf
haunting touch - @/fvsm4x
pervy roommate gojo - @/teddybeartoji
you’re such a perv! - @/rbfclassy (multi)
suguru geto ✮
taking care of you while you’re sick - @/nanaslutt
yoga instructor - @/sugoroo
pervy roommate - @/nanaslutt
obsessed roommate - @/loveanddeepdick
blowing off steam - @/c4toru
I spy with my little eye! - @/classyrbf
pussy so good he broke the couch - @/nanaslutt
pervy doctor - @/sukunasuka
you are just too good - @/bachiras-toaster
dbf geto - @/merakidoll
I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3
you and katsuki weren’t dating or anything, but it didn’t seem like the two of you were just friends either. maybe a secret third thing?
now that you think about it, you and katsuki were unusually close. but you’ve always just thought it was casual, right? just friendly things that friends do?
like, he’ll always find a way to touch you. if the two of you are walking through a crowded hallway at school, you’ll feel his hand resting on your back, just to keep you close as the crowd pushes through.
or sometimes, when the class goes on a field trip, he makes sure he gets to sit next to you.
you’ll immediately feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against yours as he plops down in the seat next to you, your shoulder brushing against each others.
“here,” katsuki says, shoving a protein bar into your hands. “i know ya’ didn’t eat anything yet, idiot.”
“thanks katsuki, how’d you know?” you ask him, opening it up.
he shrugs. “‘cause i pay attention. no big deal.”
you hummed in response as you gazed at the two of your legs still touching. katsuki didn’t seem to mind it at all. there was just something so domestic about it all. even when sometimes you’d lay your head on his shoulder, on purpose just to mess with him, it wouldn’t work because he always let you.
you and katsuki were laying on the couch in the common area together, and you suddenly decided to lean back on him, your back to his chest.
you expected for him to at least give you some attitude, since he never lets anyone touch him. you know he hates it. weirdly enough, he didn’t say anything. in fact, you felt him shift closer to you, getting comfortable.
“aw, you’re really not gonna push me away? thought you hated people touching you?”
he snaps, “whatever,” before draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.
everyone knows bakugou doesn’t have many people he would consider his friend. maybe except one person.
kirishima had been noticing how different his best friend had been acting, and he just had to bring it up.
“leave me alone, shitty hair”
“dude, you spend almost all of your time with her!”
“your point?”
“you like her.”
katsuki scoffs, “shut the hell up.”
“just saying, man.” kirishima nudges him, “its funny”
katsuki glared at him. “what’s fucking funny?”
kirishima gave him a look. “the way you act like it isn’t a thing.”
“you’re fucking annoying.”
“maybe. but im right, huh?” he teases.
he doesn’t answer right away, instead, he hesitates and scoffs.
“that wasnt a no.” kirishima smiles at him.
“i said, leave me alone.” katsuki says before storming off.
the next day, it was rainy after school, and of course katsuki was waiting for you by the doors with an umbrella so the two of you could walk back to the dorms.
his face softens when he sees you, and he grabs your bag, tossing it over his shoulder like he always does, before opening the umbrella waiting for you to step under it.
“took ya’ long enough,” he says as you two begin walking in the rain. “thought i was gonna be here waitin’ all day”
“you waited for me?”
“duh. knew you wouldn’t have an umbrella.” he shifts closer to you naturally, “and i always walk you back to your dorm don’t i?”
“yeah, but, dunno, it’s just kinda sweet.” you say softly.
he scoffs, “like i was gonna leave your dumbass.”
you nod and feel your heart jump at his words. was this casual? the thought of this possibly being something more had been eating at you all week, and you just had to speak up.
“y’know, people think we’re dating.”
he looks down at you, then grumbles, “so what?”
“what, you dont care? you’re not gonna.. i dunno, deny it?” you ask, gazing at him.
he just kind of pauses and shrugs, and you swear you notice a slight blush on his cheeks. “let ‘em think whatever they want.”
you blinked in surprise. really? was that it? no argument? before you could make any sense of it, or say anything back, he just grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the touch unexpected, but so so familiar.
you didn’t end up saying anything else, and neither did he. the two of you just continued walking, hand in hand.
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- completely inspired by this post!
a little nerd!bakugou x bimbo!reader drabble bc i love nerds!! :3
"mmh, i dunno, you're just so pretty, baby." you exhale shakily, batting your lashes seductively at the flustered boy sitting inches away from you with textbooks surrounding him on your bed. you were supposed to have a study night with your boyfriend, but it's hard when he looks like that! his cute reading glasses falling down his nose, a simple black tank, and messy blonde hair after a long day. katsuki's nose twitches as he readjusts his position. your hand falls to his knee, your thumb rubbing in small circles while waiting for him to make eye contact with you. he shyly drops the pen in his hand, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a nervous sigh. "we haveta study babe. ya promised, r'member?" he huffs, grabbing ahold of your hand while you slightly pout your glossy lip. you whine, scooting closer to him so you can feel his hot breath fanning against your face. "but honey..." you whine in a sugary-sweet tone. "i need you.." you whisper, pawing at the collar of his shirt. "fuck this." katsuki spits, throwing the textbook of his lap and pulling your neck towards him into a heated kiss.
Maomao, every time she looks at Jinshi:
───〃★ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃...
▹ 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ᴋ. ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⭑ ╰┈➤ Your brother asked you to watch over his adopted sons for the night while he attended an important meeting. However, he forgot that he had asked you in the first place, and in the midst of all the confusion, you're now tasked with babysitting your two nephews alongside your brother's friend, Nanami Kento.
▹ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┊ᴛ. ɪɴᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꩜ ╰┈➤ You and your family decide to go camping for the week. However, you discover that you aren't the only family camping in the area, encountering a boy your age at the creek by your campsite. Slight problem though... He doesn't seem to talk.
▹ 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 ┊ꜱ. ɢᴇᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʚɞ ╰┈➤ Before going to bed, your twin daughters Nanako and Mimiko ask your husband for a bedtime story - a story of the day you two first met.
▹ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 ┊ʀ. ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✶ ╰┈➤ Your daughter and son, ever the matchmakers, wonder why your husband, their father, isn't the most romantic. One night, when you come home from work, you witness your kids trying to wrangle Sukuna into a suit, excitedly telling you he's taking you to a fancy restaurant.
▹ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 ┊ᴋ. ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✦ ╰┈➤ Your three kids decide to surprise you and your husband on your anniversary with a show - a show starring the two people they love most in the world; their parents.
▹ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┊ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✸ ╰┈➤ Your son storms into your room crying that his mouth hurts, and after careful inspection, you realize he ate Katsuki's spicy chips, the chips he wasn't supposed to buy in the first place. With your daughter as a witness, and you as the judge, the matter is discussed in the proper way - through a family meeting.
▹ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ┊ꜱ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✿ ╰┈➤ You're exhausted, and so your loving husband makes sure that you have the day to yourself by keeping your children entertained for the day. The only problem is that your daughters want to do two very different things...and they don't want to compromise.
▹ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄┊ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✸ ╰┈➤ You and your best friend Mina Ashido go on a much needed girls night - the strain of managing your kids and work life has been strenuous, and both of your loving husbands were more than willing to watch over the kids for the night. However by accident, both men manage to wreck the lego set the kids have been working on, and so they decide to play a game to distract them from the wreckage.
▹ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ┊ꜱ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✿ ╰┈➤ While you're making breakfast, you make a small offhand complaint about your husband's forgetfulness- however your children overestimate the seriousness of your tone and jump to conclusions, thinking you don't love their father anymore.
for my 1k event on my old acc! tysm to everyone who let me achieve this milestone you all mean the world to me <3
some characters just deserve a wife and kids
steal my girl — gojo satoru
synopsis. the time gojo and megumi decided to crash your date.
contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo roping megumi into his loser activities, timeskips, tw sappy
notes. this drabble has been rotting in my brain for over a year. finally wrote it!
“I’m going on a date.”
It only took five simple words from you to make the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer drop to his knees. For the first time in his life, Gojo could swear he was experiencing shortness of breath. And was it just him, or were the walls closing in?
“What?” The word leaves his mouth like a demand rather than a question. He’s trying so hard not to overreact, but your overjoyed face makes it nearly impossible not to succumb to the ugly green monster clawing at his insides.
“Well,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re not the only one that pulls.”
“Don’t I know it,” Gojo mutters under his breath, eye twitching. Don’t you know how hard he works to deter any suitors vying for your attention when the two of you are out? He’s practically a rabid dog growling at anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.
Hell, even Shoko once mentioned to him something about being a “registered pervert” at most establishments you frequent together.
Not his finest moments.
You eye Satoru suspiciously before continuing. That was your first mistake.
“Yeah, he’s taking me to that new Michelin Star restaurant downtown,” you sigh dreamily. “I mean, seriously. Isn’t that so cool?”
Gojo scoffs, arms crossing over his chest. “If that’s what you wanted, you could’ve just said so. I know a place that has three Michelin Stars.”
You pout. “Well, it’s different with you.”
Gojo’s eyebrow quirks up. “How so?”
“You’re a friend. And with him…” You trail off, suddenly feeling shy under Gojo’s piercing gaze. Heat creeps up your neck, blooming across your cheeks as you toy with the hem of your sleeve. “It’s a lot more romantic.”
Gojo thinks he could just die.
The word romantic rings in his ears, and it was deafening. It digs into his ribs and squeezes at something raw inside him. He’s the strongest sorcerer alive, yet right now, he feels utterly powerless against the way your voice softens when you talk about someone else. Against the way your lips curve at the thought of another man.
He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Romantic, huh?” His voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it.
You nod, eyes glimmering with something dreamy, something distant, and Gojo wants to reach out and wipe it away. He wants that look—wants to be the reason for it.
If you wanted romance, he could give you romance.
Better romance.
A grand plan manifests in his head, spinning to life at full speed.
Oh, this poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.
The moment Megumi sees Gojo enter his and Tsumiki’s shared apartment, he knows something is wrong. There’s a certain energy in the air, a distinct lack of peace that Gojo drags with him that makes the eight year old’s stomach churn.
“Fushiguro!” Gojo’s voice rings out, far too enthusiastic for Megumi’s liking. “We have a problem.”
Megumi barely glances up from his book. “We?”
Gojo makes himself at home and slings an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, we. Our dear [Name] here has a date.”
Megumi's grip on his book tightens, his interest sparking at the mention of you. Where Gojo lacked maturity, you balanced it effortlessly. He liked that about you. He liked you.
Megumi blinks once. “And?”
Gojo sighs dramatically. “And we can’t just let her go unprotected, can we?”
“Unprotected?” Megumi repeats, deadpan. “From what? Bad table manners?”
“From heartbreak, Megumi!” Gojo places a hand over his chest, looking scandalized. “What if this guy is a total loser? What if he chews with his mouth open? What if he’s a handsy creep?”
Megumi’s expression darkens. He had been indifferent before, but now there’s a flicker of irritation in his eyes. He doesn’t like the idea of you being stuck with some no-good scrub who isn’t worthy. In a series of twisted events, you and that white haired idiot had managed to become the only constants in his life. The last thing he wanted was for some random guy to come along and take you away.
“We need to intervene,” Gojo presses, watching the flicker of hesitation in Megumi’s expression. His usual deadpan exterior is cracking, just a little. Gojo knows he has him.
Megumi exhales sharply, gripping his book a little too tightly. “I am not going to ruin their date.” His voice is firm, but there’s a sliver of doubt wedged between the words. Gojo seizes it like a cat pouncing on its prey.
“Ruin?” Gojo gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Megumi, this is purely a background check.” His grin stretches.
Megumi glares at him. “It could be considered stalking.”
Gojo waves him off. “Pfft. Such an ugly word. I prefer ‘protective oversight’.”
“You don’t even know if he’s a bad person.”
Gojo tilts his head, feigning deep thought. “Oh, you’re right. Maybe he’s perfect. Maybe he’ll take such good care of her that we won’t be needed anymore.”
Megumi stiffens, and Gojo bites back a smirk.
“That’s not—” Megumi starts, but Gojo steamrolls over him.
“I mean, think about it. If this date goes well, they might actually start dating. And then what? She’ll start spending more time with him.” Gojo nudges him. “She’ll run off and start a new family.”
Megumi’s jaw tightens. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously right,” Gojo corrects cheerfully.
Megumi runs a hand down his face, muttering under his breath. He already knows Gojo won’t drop this, and, annoyingly, he’s already planted the seed of doubt in his mind.
Gojo leans in, voice lower, almost serious. “You care about her, don’t you?”
Megumi exhales sharply. “...Yeah.”
“And you’d rather make sure she’s safe than sit around wondering?”
Megumi stares at him for a long moment, then groans. “Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”
Gojo grins, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s go before you start growing a conscience.”
The night was supposed to be perfect. A well earned break. It your first real date in a while. Probably your first since meeting Gojo. Though, strangely, you’d never stopped to question why that was.
The guy sitting across from you was a non-sorcerer, and while his looks had been enough to catch your attention when he first asked you out, the novelty was wearing off fast. His personality was as flat and each word he spoke draining more of your enthusiasm. You found yourself nodding along absently, barely listening, already regretting your decision.
Still, you just had to stick it out until the food arrived. Then you could eat, make an excuse, and be done with this painfully dull evening.
Though, just when you thought the night was starting to get interesting, a familiar voice cuts through the elegant ambiance of the restaurant.
“Mom, who is this strange man?”
Your choke on your wine at the familiar voice while your date stiffens.
You turn slowly, dread pooling in your stomach as you come face-to-face with Megumi, standing at your table with his arms crossed. His expression is perfectly deadpan, but you see the flicker of mischief in his eyes, a familiar gleam of mischief that could only be the work of a certain white-haired man lurking nearby.
“E-eh?!” You sputter, glancing between Megumi and your date.
Your date looks thoroughly confused. “Do you… know this child?”
“N-no—I mean, yes, but—”
Megumi doesn’t give you a chance to explain. Instead, he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. “And what will Gojo—Dad—say about this?”
The words slam into you like a truck.
Your date’s jaw drops. “You’re married?”
“N-no!”
“Then why is he calling you Mom?”
You glare at Megumi, but he just shrugs, completely unbothered.
“Come home,” Megumi continues with a sigh. “Tsumiki misses you too.”
“You have multiple children?!”
Your date looks absolutely horrified, like he’s just found himself in the middle of a scandalous affair. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Listen, if you’re going through a divorce or something, we don’t have to do this—”
Before you can defend yourself, another, far-too-cheerful voice joins in.
“There you are, sweetheart!”
Gojo waltzes up to the table, dressed in his finest suit and those damn glasses he only wore on special occasions. He places a hand on your shoulder and turns to your date with an exaggeratedly apologetic expression. “Sorry, buddy, but this one’s a real work. You know it took me two kids to finally tie her down?”
Your date glances between you, Megumi, and Gojo, his eyes wide with pure panic, as if he’s just stumbled into something far beyond his comprehension. His grip tightens around his napkin, knuckles white. “I—I think I should go.”
You lurch forward, reaching out as if that might stop him. “No, wait—!”
But it’s already too late. He’s scrambling for his coat, chair scraping loudly against the floor as he pushes back from the table, nearly knocking over his drink in his rush. Without sparing you another glance, he spins on his heel and all but bolts toward the exit, shoulders hunched as if he’s trying to make himself smaller.
You sit frozen for a second, blinking at the now-empty seat across from you. Then, slowly, you turn toward the culprits, fists clenched at your sides.
“You two,” you hiss, voice low and simmering with fury, “are in serious trouble.”
Megumi has the decency to look guilty, staring down at his lap, shifting awkwardly in his seat as if he’s just now realizing the full extent of what they’ve done.
Gojo, on the other hand, is utterly shameless. He stands there in all his smug glory, adjusting his sunglasses with a satisfied smirk.
You grab your purse and storm out of the restaurant, with the two trailing behind you like two guilty kids.
“You know,” Gojo muses, “I think that went pretty well.”
You round on him so fast that even he takes a step back. “Pretty well?! You humiliated me! That poor guy thinks I have an entire secret family!”
Gojo snickers. “Well, technically, you do.”
You jab a finger into his chest. “You are not my husband.”
“But wouldn’t it be great if I was?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Megumi lets out a long sigh. “Please don’t entertain him. I’m sorry, [Name].” His blue eyes are trained onto the floor, “I just didn’t think he was good enough for you.”
You exhale sharply, some of your anger ebbing as you glance between the two of them.
“It’s okay, Megumi,” you sigh, your frustration softening at the sight of his guilty expression. You could never stay mad at him, not with that face.
Gojo, however, was a different story.
Slowly, you turn to him, eyes narrowing. “You—”
He grins, entirely unrepentant. “Me?”
Oh, he was so in for it.
Although he had been shamelessly unapologetic at the time, Gojo still found ways to complain about that night, even years later, after you were finally married.
“It was an unusually cruel punishment,” your husband whines dramatically, draping his entire body weight onto you as if his sheer presence could sway your sympathy.
“You mean the silent treatment?” you deadpan, eyes still trained on Megumi practicing his cursed technique across the yard. “It was only a week. Could’ve been longer if you hadn’t harassed everyone around me until they practically begged me to forgive you.”
Gojo lifts his head just enough to shoot you an exaggerated pout. “I don’t harass people. I simply exist, and they just happen to find me irresistible.”
“You tend to have the exact opposite effect, actually.”
“Ten years later, and you’re still so cruel to me.” He sighs heavily, as if burdened by the weight of your terrible treatment, before shoving his face into the crook of your neck. “You wound me, wife.”
You laugh, warmth bubbling in your chest as his breath tickles your skin. “You’re impossible.”
A loud thud interrupts the moment, and you both glance over just in time to see Megumi scowling, his stance off from a misstep in his training.
“You are still disgusting after all of these years,” he grumbles, adjusting his form before going at it again.
Gojo beams. “Aww, he likes us.”
You shake your head, smiling. “He tolerates us.”
“Eh, same thing.” Gojo squeezes you tighter, pressing a loud, obnoxious kiss to your cheek just to be insufferable.
Megumi groans. “Seriously, get a room.”
Gojo smirks, wiggling his brows. “Don’t tempt me, kid.”
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