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summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.
And then you met Satoru Gojo.
Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.
tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just have to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.
Satoru Gojo slowly started threading himself into the canvas of your life, and when you looked back, startled and stunned, to see the turning point — when the warmth slowly sipped into your polite, careful smiles and when the anxiety slowly loosened its knot as Gojo's laugh washed over you — you slowly realised that you couldn't name one.
Was it the boyish grin? The Union Jack lighter? The first compliment? The first shared conversation in the walls of the cafeteria? Nothing criminal, but every time your eyes met — his, impossibly blue, crinkling at the corners with mirth and something you were afraid to name — they caused the tender petals of affection in your chest to bloom.
Only if they weren't destined to wither the moment your future husband set his eyes on you.
i’ve been busy with my job lately and new assignments. and to be frank, it’s very hard for me to find motivation to continue my mini series, so the progress is kinda slow, haha.
nevertheless, i am planning to finish my part of @/madamechrissy crossover event and post it on 20th if July, as well as finishing the 3rd chapter this month.
if everyone’s interested, stay tuned!
upd: the event is gonna be delayed now, obviously, given chrissy’s situation :(
synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her
pairing.nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. shoko, suguru + utahime cameo. banter + a few threats. a little bit of fluff, they’re kinda cute. enjoy it while it lasts el oh el ˖ ࣪ . ࿐
anybody who walks into your room at present will think you’re getting ready for a date. which, to be fair, wouldn’t be an unreasonable conclusion to come to. to say your room is a mess would be an understatement. clothes are cascading from your open closet like a waterfall, strewn across every available surface – your desk chair, the floor, your nightstand – and you know putting them away is going to be as fun as wearing wet socks all day.
you’ve thrown on a pair of grey sweatpants that hang perfectly on your hips, soft and worn in all the right places. but you can’t decide on a shirt. partly because you have too many options to choose from, and partly because it feels like you have none at all. your closet holds an abundance of clothes, yet every shirt you pull out seems wrong for one reason or another. too casual. too fitted. too oversized. too much effort. not enough effort.
it’s a fake study session for a class you don’t even take, for heaven’s sake. you shouldn’t be thinking this hard about choosing a shirt. and yet there’s a growing pile dangerously close to suguru’s head on your bed.
( the truth is that the shirt isn’t the problem. the problem is that in approximately sixteen minutes, you’re supposed to be sitting beside satoru again, pretending your sole purpose of being there is to get your physics grade up. which is honestly ridiculous considering the fact that you don’t major or minor in physics. not that he knows that. to him you’re just one of gakuganji’s struggling students )
“i can’t decide” you sigh, holding up two nearly identical tank tops – one black, the other grey – against your chest, “which one should i wear ?”
“they’re both tank tops. who cares ?” suguru murmurs. his arm is thrown over his eyes, dramatically, as if the very act of existing in your vicinity is too much to bear, “and they look the same”
“i care,” you retort, glaring at him. “he has to think i’m actually there to learn. but i also need him to realize that i’m attractive and he should consider falling in love with me. so i obviously need to look good. but not too good”
summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.
And then you met Satoru Gojo.
Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.
tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just have to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.
Satoru Gojo slowly started threading himself into the canvas of your life, and when you looked back, startled and stunned, to see the turning point — when the warmth slowly sipped into your polite, careful smiles and when the anxiety slowly loosened its knot as Gojo's laugh washed over you — you slowly realised that you couldn't name one.
Was it the boyish grin? The Union Jack lighter? The first compliment? The first shared conversation in the walls of the cafeteria? Nothing criminal, but every time your eyes met — his, impossibly blue, crinkling at the corners with mirth and something you were afraid to name — they caused the tender petals of affection in your chest to bloom.
Only if they weren't destined to wither the moment your future husband set his eyes on you.
summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.
And then you met Satoru Gojo.
Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.
tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just have to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.
Satoru Gojo slowly started threading himself into the canvas of your life, and when you looked back, startled and stunned, to see the turning point — when the warmth slowly sipped into your polite, careful smiles and when the anxiety slowly loosened its knot as Gojo's laugh washed over you — you slowly realised that you couldn't name one.
Was it the boyish grin? The Union Jack lighter? The first compliment? The first shared conversation in the walls of the cafeteria? Nothing criminal, but every time your eyes met — his, impossibly blue, crinkling at the corners with mirth and something you were afraid to name — they caused the tender petals of affection in your chest to bloom.
Only if they weren't destined to wither the moment your future husband set his eyes on you.
♡summary: bomb pops? more like bomb head. out of sheer curiosity, you ask satoru for a little tutorial. fortunately, you're into hands-on learning!
♡wc: 6.1k
♡contentwarnings: fem! reader, fwb! gojo, begging, pet names, finger sucking, praise, 69, creampíes, unprotected, oral, spitting on it, pwp, cowgirl.
♡a/n: popsicle pros !
The best thing about having a wealthy friend isn't the endless flights to foreign countries or yacht trips the moment someone mentions "weekend." No, it's easy access to the expansive pool that sits in their backyard.
A private oasis that doesn't come with screaming children doing cannonballs, splashing constantly in your face, or worse, a subscription service.
On hot days like these, when the heat clinging to your skin, you can feel the irritation bubbling at the surface at any minor inconvenience.
The chill of a pool sends all your worries away. The water is always the perfect temperature, the expensive system keeping it neither too cold nor too warm.
