So Sorry I Didn’t See Your Answer But Yes It’s About Choso And I’m Almost Positive You Know What

💠 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 20, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫

💠 𝐣𝐣𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐧/𝐬𝐟𝐰

💠 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

💎 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐛𝐲𝐟/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞

🧊 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬...

🧊 find your peace (in my arms) ft. s. gojo

🧊 please don't hide (not from me) ft. m. fushiguro

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭…

✰: nsfw, mdni

➪ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

❥ let me love you (in the way only i can)

❥ to the strongest (what are you)

❥ find your peace (in my arms)

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➪ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

❥ let me hear you (so i can make it better)

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➪ 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

❥ please don’t hide (not from me)

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➪ 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

❥ before you rest (just one more) ✰

❥ call me (and i’ll be there)

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➪ 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

❥ let me make it clear (how i feel about you)

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feel free to send in requests!! all the fics on my masterlist are either completed or very nearly are so i have the time!

yall i just heard choso’s voice for the first time… i’m 600 words deep into this google doc rn <3

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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I’m so happy gojo died ^_^

🍪❓

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧

no warnings

“Stop! Stop it, okay?! I-I don’t know why you keep wasting money on me, I’m not broke and I did fine without you before and I still can now! So, stop trying to buy my affections!”

Your words, spoken in haste, and a mixture of embarrassment, had done far more harm than you could’ve imagined.

Satoru had always been a gift-giver. As long as his eyes had been on you, he’d bought you gift after gift, despite your protests. Whether it was a meal at a restaurant far too expensive or a trinket that ‘reminded him of you’, he spared no expense. 

And while it was sweet in its own way, every time you watched him trade money for a gift, you felt an uncomfortable feeling twist in your stomach.

Since you were young, you’ve always taken care of yourself. Everything you had now came from years of hard work and suffering. You’d long learned not to trust gifts from others- it was almost certainly a trap.

For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why Satoru insisted on spending so much on you, but you wanted it to stop. It felt… dishonest. Surely, he didn’t believe that an endless wallet was the only thing you cared about?

But as you watched his smile disappear and his eyes lose their glimmer, you faltered. Surely, his smile wasn’t trembling, your eyes were playing tricks, they had to be.

“O-oh, I see… I didn’t mean to insinuate that you couldn’t, I just… never mind. I’ll leave you alone,” He whispered weakly. He smiled but it didn’t fit his face in the slightest. It was watery and wobbly and just plain wrong.

Before you could evaluate your mistake, he was gone. “I’m sorry to say this, Yn, but… that was most disappointing.”

You whipped around, almost having forgotten that Nanami had also been accompanying you.

“What do you mean? Just because you don’t care if he spends all his money, doesn’t mean I don’t have to!”

The sorcerer shook his head, clicking his tongue. “That is not what I meant. You’re smart, smart enough to know that he isn’t buying your affections.”

You scoffed, arms crossed. “Well, why else?” Nanami looked away, sighing. “I understand that people have taken advantage of you, and lied, but that’s not Gojo. He cares deeply for you and this is his way of showing it. Granted, it might not be the ideal way, but it’s his way nonetheless.”

You paused, not quite knowing how to respond. “Well, it’s too late now-“

“So you would give up so easily? This might not be my place but, Yn, he doesn’t look at anyone else the way you look at him. And I can tell that you look at him the same way!”

Nanami’s impassioned outburst took you by surprise, it being uncharacteristic for the usually mild-mannered blonde. You gulped, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat.

“B-but what do I say? What if he wants nothing to do with me?”

Nanami rolled his eyes, placing his fist on his waist. “This is Gojo we’re talking about. He wants you still. Apologize to him and tell him how you feel, it’s glaringly obvious, by the way,” He added teasingly.

You buried your face in your hands, a mix of embarrassment and shame mixing in your chest. “Thanks, Kento, I’m sorry to ditch you like this,” You smile sheepishly. Nanami spared you a small smile and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be; I’ll be stopping by the bakery.” 

With that reassurance, you let out a quiet laugh before making your way to where Satoru was sure to be. Even though Satoru had a perfectly good (and spacious) apartment, whenever he was upset by something, he could be found in a small abandoned park, usually looking up at the sky, whether day or night. 

As you passed by a small dessert shop, the perfect way to apologize popped into your mind. 

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Just as you expected, Satoru was seated criss-cross in the grass, eyes glued to the sky. Knowing he could see you, even from behind, you held out the small bag as a peace offering. 

From just a few feet away, you could hear his scoff. “Oh, so now you’re trying to ‘buy my affection’?” He grumbled petulantly.

You winced, but couldn’t deny that you had deserved it. Undeterred, however, you sat beside him and dropped the bag into his lap. 

He shot you a skeptical look before opening it up and rifling through it. “Kikifuku and mochi? You must be desperate for my forgiveness,” He mocked, popping a mochi ball into his mouth.

You let the bite in his words roll over you and instead nodded. “I am, but… I understand if you don’t. I lashed out at you for no reason, but I wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean it and I’m very sorry,” You confessed. 

You felt his eyes on you, and despite his sunglasses, you couldn’t bear to look into them, feeling too vulnerable. “Not forgive you? But you need me,” He grinned, a joking lilt in his voice. The corners of your lips lifted. “You’re right, I do,” You answered, catching him by surprise. 

You heard rustling and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him set the bag of sweets down, his expression more serious than a moment ago.

“Earlier was just a misunderstanding, Yn, I’m not leaving you behind,” He promised, reaching out to hold your chin between his fingers, his eyes peeking over the black rims of his shades as he turned your face towards his. 

“I know you have a hard time trusting others’ intentions, but I’ve never once believed you were that shallow, but I still don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Satoru smiled, letting his forehead rest against yours. “I’ll limit the gifts, but next time, don’t let your feelings build up. Let me love you the right way, yeah?” 

You felt so many things that it was nearly overwhelming, but most of all you felt a love that you couldn’t contain. You could scarcely process your actions before you were cupping Satoru’s face in yours and pressing your lips to his. 

Arguably not the way you envisioned this conversation going, but if the way the sorcerer held you tighter to him was anything to go by, he wasn’t complaining. His lips moved against yours in a way that nearly hypnotized you, robbing you of your ability to think or breathe. 

All too quickly, he was pulling back, a bright grin spreading across his face. “So, you need me, huh?” He teased. You groaned, already regretting your honesty. “Sat-” But his lips were already on yours again before you could complain. 

Maybe you didn’t regret it that much.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞

➪ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

mentions of drinking + intoxication

In hindsight, going to a frat party with Yuji being your only connection probably wasn’t the best idea. He meant well, really, he just got… distracted sometimes.

As popular as he was, people were clambering to talk to him and it was easy for the two of you to get separated. 

While you didn’t mind going to parties usually, tonight was different. It was the week before finals and the stress seemed to be piling up on your shoulder and dragging you down with it. 

Seeing you overworking yourself prompted your best friend to drag you out, insisting that some fun was exactly what you needed before locking in for next week.

It had honestly seemed like a good idea at the time, but now regret was swirling in your gut along with the shots Yuji had shoved into your hands, his grin wide. 

But now, he was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped in the sea of bodies and dizzy from the heat, the flashing lights, and the blasting music.

It was almost too much to handle and you knew you needed to get out of there, now. 

Stumbling and pushing past strangers, you barely managed to reach a secluded corner away from the speakers. Shaky hands pulled your phone out of your pocket and you quickly searched for Yuji’s number.

Crossing your fingers, you dialed it and waited for him to pick up, though you felt dumb for even hoping he would notice the ring over the noise. 

Sure enough, it eventually went to voicemail and you bit your lip, even more unsure of yourself. The only other option was to try and find him, you reasoned, rising to your feet. 

Immediately, however, your head spun and vision swam. You wobbled unsteadily on your feet for a moment before all but collapsing back into your chair.

You cursed yourself for letting Yuji convince you to ‘pre-game’ with him. His tolerance was unmatched, while yours was certainly not, and now it was hitting you all at once. 

“Hey! Come dance!” Your eyes lifted and you squinted, waiting for your vision to focus. Before you stood a boy you’d never seen before, his grin wild and his hand outstretched. He was conventionally attractive, with black hair-

Black hair. You waved the boy off and fumbled around for your phone once more. You pressed the contact right at the top of your message list and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Yn?” Your relief was so palpable you felt that you could cry at the sound of the familiar voice. 

“Choso? I need your help,” You murmured hoarsely.

It felt as though only five minutes had gone by when you felt a palm rest on your cheek. “Yn? Wake up.” The voice was quiet, but there was no chance that you would mistake Choso’s voice, even in your impaired state.

“Choso?” You called out, grabbing onto his arm. “It’s me,” He started, helping you up, “can you stand for me?” He asked, concern bleeding into his voice.

You took a moment to stabilize yourself with his help before nodding in agreement. “Alright, just hold onto me,” He instructed.

 With Choso’s help, you maneuvered through the mass of bodies and in no time, you were finally breathing in fresh air. 

You leaned into his side as you took a deep breath. “God, that idiot,” Choso hissed, holding you closer to his chest. “Can’t believe Yuji left you like that.” You looked up at the ravenette, brows furrowing. 

“Wasn’t his fault… he’s really popular so everyone was swarming him,” You insisted, not wanting Choso to be mad at his younger brother.

“Tch. I would’ve never left you like that,” He muttered, opening the car door for you. 

The sincerity in his tone caught you by surprise. You and Choso had always been close, but it was a different sort of closeness than the one you had with Yuji.

Fond smiles, heated gaze, and accidental touches plagued your relationship, and had for some time, but neither of you had addressed it before. 

Before you could respond to his words, Choso was lifting you into the passenger seat of his car. You felt a weird feeling in your stomach, but he was carefully closing the door before you could identify the feeling. 

“Do you remember how many drinks you had?’ Choso asked, reaching into his bag. You thought for a moment, back to when Yuji had begun pouring the shots. You shrugged with a hum. “I think like four shots?” You answered, sheepishly. 

Choso just chuckled, handing you a water bottle. “Lightweight. Drink some water, yeah? Gonna get you sobered up.”  

You accepted the bottle with a thanks and then Choso was rolling the window down before pulling away. “Thanks for coming, Cho… I know it’s late,” You whispered, putting the cap back on the water bottle. 

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll always come for you if you call,” He promised, fixing you with a meaningful stare. You couldn’t help your small smile at his words.

In the years you’d been close with Choso, he’d been a constant presence, whether it was providing you a safe space or being someone you could stay up late to talk to. 

You’d known for some time how different your feelings were for him versus Yuji, but your fear of being seen as a kid, despite only a two year age gap, kept you from acting on it the way that you wanted to. 

Even now, the alcohol affecting your state wasn’t able to give you the bravery you needed to tell him of the burning feelings you harbored for him. Still, you practically ached to touch him, and it seemed to outweigh your fear. 

Your sights landed on his hand that rested on the gearshift, and you exhaled deeply. Looking away, you let her hand rest over his. Your face felt warm, but you couldn’t deny that it felt like your hands were meant to be together. 

You could feel his eyes resting on you, but before you could coward out of the contact, his fingers moved so that your own could slot between his. 

The car ride was silent, but you couldn’t ignore the warmth in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, Choso felt a fraction of what you felt for him.

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𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭

➪ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

no warnings

“You shouldn’t have gone on that mission by yourself.” 

The corner of your lip twitched, dangerously close to a frown. Satoru had been nagging you nonstop about the three-day mission you had just returned from, and your patience was getting thin. 

“I think I got that the first… I don’t know, three times you said that?” You snarked, still trying to focus on the book in your hands. 

You’d been looking forward to finishing it after your mission, but Satoru had barged into your apartment, pissy and demanding that you indulge his complaints. “You’re not getting it,” He hissed, approaching you from where he was pacing a hole in your living room carpet.

“I was available to go on that mission with you!” He insisted. That one phrase sent the rest of your patience up in flames and you slammed your book shut. 

“I am well aware since it was me who asked that you not go with me!” You hissed, unthinkingly. It took a long moment of silence from Satoru for you to realize exactly what you had just said.

“Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean-”

“You asked for me not to come?” He repeated lowly. You blinked back at him, your mind running rampant with possible responses, but none of them could be forced from your lips. Truthfully, the idea of going on a mission with him terrified you. 

How could you compete, or even keep up, with him? Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what it mattered to be a sorcerer when Satoru existed. After all, what could you compare to the strongest there is? 

Someone so powerful that the very earth shook at the beginning of his existence. What did it matter if you exorcized curses or not? Try or give up? You would never amount to even half of what he was on his worst days.

You didn’t used to be so insecure, you were strong (or you used to think so) and took care of curses that others couldn’t. It wasn’t until that fateful day that Satoru confessed and promised to always be yours that you began to have doubts. 

Insecurity hovered closely behind you as he told you of his missions or how easily he’d taken care of curses that you couldn’t even begin to imagine facing off against. Worse yet were his promises to protect you, as if you were a helpless thing (but wouldn't you be, compared to the strongest?) that only he could save.

It was your painful, little secret, your feelings of incompetence. You knew it was foolish, that he would never hold the difference in power over you, but having to see it in person? You feared that it might be too much for you.

“Why?” He stressed, impatient with your tense silence. You just shook your head. “I handled it fine! I didn’t need you to babysit me,” You shot back, tired of the stinging in your chest. Your lover scoffed, as if unable to comprehend your words. 

“‘Babysit’? You were gone for three days! I could have helped and had you home in one! I just missed you!” He cried incredulously. The meaning of his words was lost on you the moment he mentioned just how much quicker he would’ve succeeded. 

“I don’t want to go on missions with you, Satoru,” you confessed, “I don’t think I can handle it.” The frustration seemed to melt from his features at your defeated tone. 

“Handle it? Baby, handle what?” He murmured, hands reaching to hold you. When you didn’t move away, one hand made its way behind your head, and the other landed on your back holding you to him. “What use do I have… when around the strongest? Nothing I do can really matter if you can do it twice as fast and so much better,” You whispered brokenly. 

“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Satoru sighed, pulling away from you. The corner of his lips raised in a small smile and his thumbs gently brushed away your tears. 

“What does it matter to be the strongest if there’s no one else? Not even the ‘strongest’ can do everything by himself… I need you, and every other sorcerer who risks their life every day, so baby, don’t ever think that what you accomplish doesn’t matter.” 

His words were earnest, but your insecurities were strong. Even when you buried your face in Satoru’s chest, you couldn’t hide your feelings from him, six eyes or not. He knew you.

“Do stars lose their worth because they’re not as bright as the moon or the sun?” He murmured into your ear and you laughed around a sob. “When did you get so smart?” You sniffled. Satoru pressed a heavy kiss to your cheek and you could feel his grin.

“I know right? I saw it Pinterest!” He exclaimed, far too proud of himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, feeling a little better. 

“And here I thought you came up with that all on your own,” You snorted, hugging him tighter. “Let me come on a mission with you and I’ll impart all of my Pinterest knowledge onto you,” He promised, only half joking. 

You lifted your head to meet his gaze and his smirk softened into a fond smile. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing. I hate being away from you, so let me go with you, yeah?” 

The idea of it scared you still, but you had faced worse, and this time, the strongest was going to be beside you as you did so. 

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