GOJO SATORU LAYOUTS! | Requested By Anon

✎ unconcealable

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time

genre: teen!gojo, fluff, hurt/comfort, flashback and fast-forward to dad!gojo later

note: hello hello i’m alive~ i have this little thing of fluff/comfort pampering in my head throughout my vacation and it’s been a long time since i last wrote about teen!gojo so here it is :D will proofread later when i get the chance!

a part of gojo's love entries

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Back in 2006—

“Satoru, move away—”

“Nuh, uh! I’m staying! You’re too soft~”

“Satoru, If Yaga-sensei walks in… he’ll think we’re doing something indecent!”

“Mmm, don't care~”

This is the gym. Anyone could walk in. And yet your boyfriend of three weeks, Gojo Satoru, claimed his place by resting his head on your lap and squeezing his eyes shut so comfortably… like a cat.

You sighed, vexed and almost giving up— and then you noticed just how good-looking he was. Not that you just realized it now, but his long eyelashes, his smooth skin, white hair...

You have snagged a heartthrob. Or at least he could be if it wasn't for his questionable tendencies.

“Satoru, I’m being serious,” you griped, blinking back your pounding heart and starting to get anxious if anyone would see the two of you on the floor, with him over you. “Get up. now.”

He knitted his brows together. “So stingy... Can’t your dashing boyfriend get five more minutes?”

“No. Up. Now.” You learnt by experience that the more you indulged satoru, the more you would be inclined to comply as well. So before he dragged you into that hole...

“Hmph! No!”

“I’ll really flip you if you don’t move—!”

And that’s finally when he cracked his eyes open, totally pouting. “So mean! My head is hurting, you know! I just want to rest a bit!”

You were somewhat taken aback by his little outburst but he really got up this time, and then he stalked away, mumbling complaints.

"Some girlfriend you are... so not considerate..." he pursed his lips together, seemingly hurt as he made his way out.

That almost annoyed you greatly, and you were about to retort back when to your shock, he suddenly clutched his head and staggered. "Ahh—"

"Satoru!"

You sprinted to him and caught him as he wobbled, supporting his weight.

"Are you okay? What happened?!" you were so spooked that you went down with him to the floor again. And you immediately pulled him to you when he heaved a shuddering breath.

"I'm okay—" he said in a pant, pressing his eyes together so tightly. "I'm okay, I'm okay! Don't—"

"You're not, you idiot!"

Something with his eyes. It just dawned to you that he didn't wear his sunglasses today, and by instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing him close to your chest.

"Is it hurting badly now?" you worriedly asked, keeping him tight in your embrace. "Do you want me to get you something?"

Contrary to your worries, what Satoru was more focused on was the exponential warmth that enveloped him. He had a migraine for a while there, but you so easily anchored him, making it somehow hurt less.

"You said Yaga-sensei will catch us and think we're having sex," he sullenly accused to hide the sudden blush spreading quickly on his face. "You didn't care about me just a minute ago."

"That's... a minute ago!" you hissed. "Now I'm worried!"

Your response made him smile despite himself. Satoru found comfort in the darkness of being squished against your boobs... perhaps way more than he thought he would.

"Then let me stay like this for a while. I'll be okay in a jiffy, 'kay?"

"Hmm," you hummed, absent-mindedly stroking his soft hair. You started to feel bad for chasing him away earlier, and squeezed him. "Does your head hurt often?"

"Whoa, it's only when I'm like this that you'll touch me so openly," he responded with a mock sigh, and you fought the urge not to roll your eyes. "Poor me."

"Poor you indeed. So answer me, do you, or do you not?"

"Nah, it's just how it is sometimes. Just some side effects of my eyes, you see."

"Why don't you wear your glasses today?"

"...Nanami broke them after I ate his last doughnut."

"You..." you almost giggled, and yet so exasperated at the same time. But the way Satoru squeezed your waist to hug you in return made you spare him.

You two stayed like that for a while, and when the bell rang to indicate the start of the next period, you asked him again. "Are you okay now?"

"Mm-hm, yeah, much better."

"Then let's go back to your class. I'll help you go there."

"Ehh..." But Satoru, ever the stubborn one, just buried his face into you, holding on tight and not letting go at all. "No."

You frowned. "Why—"

"Don't wanna move~ your boobs are just too good..."

"—? What—"

"They're soooo soft. Seems jiggly too? Ah, my pain is healed! Oh! When we get married, will I get to bite them too—"

"Satoru, you!"

Long story short, you two missed the next period just because Satoru nagged you to stay with him... and at the end of it all, the ones who opened the doors to the gym were Nanami and Haibara, who immediately went to report to Yaga and red-faced respectively.

Back to present—

"Time for your teardrops!"

Satoru squeezed the bottle of eyedrops, lining it up with the striking blue eyes of his six-year-old son, an cute little pumpkin who was a carbon copy of him in every way, as he laid his head on his lap.

"Mmngh," his son squirmed as the water made contact with his sensitive eyes, and squeezed both eyes shut as soon as his papa was done.

Having inherited his eyes, the boy had started to feel pain whenever he accidentally overused his eyes. Satoru knew the feeling well, and as much as he tried to humor him, something inside him prickled whenever he saw him getting teary-eyed due to the pain.

"Still stings?" he asked with a frown. "Want to use blindfold cover your eyes, hmm?"

Your son mumbled, "...no."

"What do you want then?"

"...I want mama."

Satoru snorted, pinching his boy's plump cheek fondly. "Same, kiddo. I want mama too."

The little boy cracked his eyes open out of spite. "You always bother her everyday."

"It's not as if you are not but whatever." Satoru pursed his lips as he stared at his boy. "If only I can put those rotting grandpas in elderly home, your mama can be freed from missions."

The kid snuggled close to his lap, seeking comfort, and suddenly, he felt flash of warmth burst inside him, realizing that his little munchkin wanted him to help make him feel better.

"Look, I'm not mama, but I can do this too—" he hoisted his son, and hugged him close, hiding his little face into his sturdy chest. "Here you go. Better?"

The little baby that forever connects him to you. Satoru loved his son as much as he loved you.

He had no one to really comfort him in the early days of misusing his eyes— they only told him that it was the price for the greatness he would possess. Until you did. You didn’t speak of power or strength. Each time he suffered from those migraines, you just would hold him close.

And so, he'd be damned if the same thing happened to his precious son. He wouldn't let him be told that—he would do his best to soothe him, to make him feel safe.

"Tomorrow we're getting kikufuku, yeah?" he said with a smile, patting his son’s back gently. "And ice cream too."

"Mmm... 'kay..." the boy replied. "Papa... sleepy..."

"Then sleep, kid. I'll wake you when mama comes back, yeah?"

You. The baby. The two of you were always the center of his world. As he too drifted off to sleep beside his son, he thought that chasing after you was most definitely the greatest decision he made from that blue spring that would never return in his life.

Epilogue

"I'm home!"

Your mission ended with a bang as you completely obliterated the cursed spirit. You went home with a spring in your steps, thinking that your silly husband and cute son would be waiting for you in this afternoon.

But no one greeted you back, and you found yourself walking to your master bedroom, only to be floored by the sight.

Satoru had dozed off so unguardedly, but he had one protective arm over your son, who was also sleeping. They looked like a pair of twins, and the way your son curled up to your husband melted your heart so much that it brought a wide smile on your face.

Click! Click! You took several photos so you would be able to look at their sleepy state whenever you wanted. But as you marveled at the photographs, suddenly a sneaky hand yanked you—

"Whoa—!"

"Shh, you'll wake him up, mama," Satoru sleepily grinned as he smooched your face. "You took so long, I missed you."

"I finished one day early," you huffed, but then your expression softened as you gazed at your sleeping son. "Seems like both of you are getting along well while I was gone~"

"I fed him mochi and cookies, of course he'll be obedient."

"—! I told you he'll get cavities soon if you don't limit the sweets intake!"

"Oh? Then we just have to have another baby who won't get cavities just as you wish then~"

"That's not how it works! Satoru, you—!"

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Gojo's blue shirt from the baseball game episode got me on my KNEES!!!, now imagine the reader's reaction to Satoru wearing casual outfits like the one from the baseball game or the official art where his collarbones were showing. I feel like she would secretly check him out🤭

you’re so right!! bc when he’s not dressed in all black jujutsu uniform and blindfold—he’s hot😗 and she’s so checking him out whenever they’re on a date and gojo is always catching her too—

“hmm? miss, i have a wife, you know, please stop staring at me~”

“…i am your wife, dumbass.”

“ooh! so it’s the wife staring~ which part does she like the best?”

“…none.”

“wha?! no! pick one, pick one!”

“….shut up. and don’t expose your collarbone too much. others stare too.”

“ooooh! no worries, no worries! i’ll let you place hickeys there later tonight!!”

…he’s saying that in public, and it makes an elderly couple next to you throw a scandalous look like 😧

pretty pls more keeping up with the fushigojos pls i beg

i hear you bestie here’s a crumb

“what is this?”

gojo glances up from his phone and slides his shades down an inch, eyes flicking from you to the item you’re holding up. “is this a trick question?”

your gaze is flat and unimpressed, so he guesses that it’s not. clearing his throat, he slips his phone back into his pocket and sits up a little straighter.

“that’s a limited edition digimon tin lunchbox—”

“incorrect,” you snap, flipping the clasp so the items inside tumble out onto the dining table. “it’s megumi’s lunchbox. i asked you to pack it this morning.”

he gestures down at the items in front of him. “and i did!”

“a chocolate bar, some loose candies, and a container of chocolate covered pretzels? with a soda to wash it down?”

gojo doesn’t really see a problem. it’s food, isn’t it? not his fault the brat didn’t eat it. “he’s six, that’s like every normal kid’s dream lunch!”

you just sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “he needs real food. fruits and vegetables. cheese and crackers. he didn’t want to eat this so he got his teacher to call me.”

“and what’d you feed him? lettuce? carrots?” gojo sticks his tongue out, shuddering. “he’s a kid, not a rabbit.”

looking him in the eyes, you deadpan, “i took him out for sushi.”

this is probably third on his list of worst betrayals.

“you— you went to get sushi? without me? where did you take him? was it sushi go? don’t tell me it was sushi go—”

“it was sushi go,” you shrug.

oh, this is like a stab in the back (he’s very intimate with the feeling). “why didn’t you bring me? why didn’t you bring tsumiki? you can’t just bring one member of the fa—”

he doesn’t detect one ounce of pity in your voice when you add, “oh, i brought tsumiki.”

god, you’re really twisting the knife now, aren’t you? “what?!”

you sniff, wholly unaffected by his dramatic wailing. “yeah, she didn’t like the lunch you packed her either, but she ate some of it because she didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“so we’re a household of lying and betrayal now? i see how it is,” he huffs, slumping in his chair and pulling out his phone. “how would you feel if i called shoko and nanami to invite them out for sushi? without you?”

“that’s not the point—”

he holds up a finger to stop you, sensing the spike in your cursed energy and knowing he’s dangerously close to losing said finger. he texts nanami and shoko anyway, throwing them into a group chat and delighting at their quick responses.

[gojo] how would you guys like to get sushi with me?

[gojo] my treat. i’ll even drive us there.

[nanami] when?

“at least some people care about my feelings,” he tells you, waving his phone at you like it’s a trophy.

[gojo] today! :D

[nanami] no. i already ate lunch today.

[shoko] nanami who is that?

[gojo] the sexiest sorcerer you’ve ever known ;)

[shoko] utahime?

his thumbs hover over the screen. there are some emotions that just can’t be captured over text.

[nanami] it’s gojo.

[shoko] oh

[shoko] then no.

“you’re all so mean,” he pouts, clearing the chat immediately. “i have fake friends.”

you just roll your eyes at his dramatics. “just come here, you big baby. i’ll teach you how to make a proper lunch.”

so he ends up in the kitchen with you, learning how to make a lunch to please literal children.

you remind him that megumi is a brat who doesn’t like red peppers and likes his sandwiches with the crust cut off. tsumiki is a literal angel who likes when you shape little onigiri into hearts and prefers strawberry milk to regular milk. megumi likes to dip his vegetables in ranch, but tsumiki prefers hummus. megumi gets candied ginger as a treat on fridays, and tsumiki gets strawberry pocky.

apparently you’ve even started placing little encouraging notes in their boxes. you’re so cheesy, he can’t even believe he’s dating you.

(and, sure, the first time he tries packing their lunch without your supervision, he gets a few things mixed up and he ends up throwing a few bills at them before school.

but he learns to get it right eventually.)

-

it’s a few days after the failed mission at the eishu detention center when megumi walks into his dorm to see a tin lunchbox sitting on his desk.

he chuckles lightly when he sees the faded digimon characters, fingertips tracing familiar dents and scrapes.

he flips the clasp open, a small, fond smile tugging on his lips as he studies what’s inside

two sandwiches with the crusts cut off, a mix of veggies (no red pepper), a little container of ranch, and some candied ginger. there’s a little note too, written in gojo’s neat penmanship.

everything’s going to be okay.

Just thought that once Satoru has a mini me, he'll have a new bestfriend. (After Suguru 😭)

I wonder how he'd react when toddler Gojo suddenly tells him "papa you're my bestfriend!" or someone asks and toddler Gojo says "papa is my best friend!".

on days when baby gojo isn’t pouty and feeling amicable towards his papa, he’ll introduce him as his best friend to anyone who comes by🥹

“papa!” your baby son stands wobbly on his feet, facing nanami while his small index finger pointing at satoru. “he— my best friend!”

“oh, is he?” nanami pats the kid in the head softly, almost smiling because this little boy is so precious in his pajama onesie… until he sees satoru—

—whose eyes are literally glistening with tears as he looks at his minion.

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"Do you do weddings?"

"Huh?"

"Like as the bride?"

...

You stared at Gojo, completely deadpanned expression etching onto your face. And with the followed silence Gojo started to get a bit nervous. His cheeks turning a bright red as you showed no reaction to his pickup line.

You liked making Gojo nervous.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 – 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

♰ pairing. gojo satoru x fem!reader

♰ synopsis. period piece, forbidden love

♰ contents. ooc, angst (eventual comfort), yandere emperor!gojo, lovesick!gojo, servant!reader, obsessive behavior, misogyny, violence, dark content (probably) … +

MAIN STORY

PROLOGUE.

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

EPILOGUE

SIDE STORIES [coming soon!]

bewitched body and soul

mine, all mine!

banished

...

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a/n: more utterly devoted gojo? sign me up

you and satoru stroll side by side, the usual banter flowing easily between the two of you. it’s been a relatively calm day—an unusual but welcome change from the usual whirlwind of sorcerer duties and school life.

both of you savor this rare moment of tranquility together.

as you pass the rows of neatly trimmed hedges, satoru suddenly chuckles to himself, a broad grin spreading across his face.

the sound of his laughter is light and carefree. you raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "what’s so funny?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he turns his head to glance at you, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his signature blindfold, "y’know, I realized something recently," he says, his tone casual, almost teasing.

you hum in response, waiting for the punchline of whatever random thought has captured his attention. "oh yeah? what’s that?"

satoru slows his pace and then stops, his head tilted slightly as if he's carefully weighing his words.

the light plays over his features, highlighting the contours of his face in a way that makes him look both relaxed and contemplative.

with a lighthearted chuckle, he hums, "all you have to do is breathe, and I’d kneel for you,” he grins at you, “must be nice having the strongest sorcerer wrapped around your finger, huh?"

the words hang in the air, the warm light of the setting sun seeming to pause around you. you blink, stunned. the casual nature of his declaration is in stark contrast to the intensity of the sentiment.

who says something like that so nonchalantly? you stare at him, trying to decipher if he’s being serious or if he’s just messing with you, as he so often does.

satoru resumes his leisurely stroll, his steps light and carefree. his posture is relaxed, a picture of ease in comparison to your flustered self.

you catch up with him, your mind still reeling from his unexpected statement. a soft laugh escapes you, partly out of amusement and partly out of disbelief.

“who drops something like that and then acts like it’s nothing?” you mutter, though your heart is still racing, a mixture of affection and astonishment swirling inside you.

he glances back at you over his shoulder, that playful grin widening further.

"what? it’s true." his voice retains its casual tone, but there’s a glimmer of something more beneath the teasing—a rare flicker of sincerity that catches your attention.

you come to a halt, reaching out to grab his sleeve, gently pulling him to a stop. the gentle pressure of your hand on his arm is enough to make him pause, and he turns to face you. his grin remains, but it softens, the playful edge giving way to something more.

“satoru,” you say, your voice a little quieter now, “but I don’t need you to kneel or do anything for me.”

his expression shifts, curiosity flickering across his face, "oh?"

you step closer, wrapping your arms around him, a gesture he doesn’t hesitate on reciprocating. you take a deep breath and speak softly, “I don’t need you to be the strongest sorcerer or prove anything to me. I just want you.”

for a moment, the air between you changes.

satoru’s smile falters, just for a second. his usual playfulness is replaced with something quieter, more genuine. he looks at you with an intensity that even makes its way through the blindfold.

in fact, for a moment, his hand reaches out for the blindfold and he pulls it down under his chin.

your husband’s eyes never fail to catch you off-guard. they’re bright, so bright. though, you don’t get to appreciate them for long as he closes his eyes and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

your lips part in surprise, but satoru doesn’t give you the chance to react further.

because, true to form, he can’t stay serious for long, too much seriousness, and he might just cry.

so he pulls the blindfold right back up, pulling away as that familiar smirk creeps back onto his face, "so you’re saying you married me for my stunning personality and good looks?"

you laugh and roll your eyes affectionately, "exactly. you’ve got me all figured out."

he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, so you continue walking. his grin softens, and he quips, "good! because you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, and I’m not planning on going anywhere."

“like a parasite?”

your husband lets out an incredulous gasp, pulling away from you yet again and clutching his chest. he fake sobs, “do you have hurt me everyday?!”

“aww, I am sorry,” you coo.

“really?!” he beams.

“no.”

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Romantic Gestures for Characters 

❥ The “I Know You” Gesture

Your character remembers something tiny. Maybe their partner always peels oranges but hates the stringy bits. So they do it for them, meticulously. No grand speech. Just peeled oranges on a napkin, handed over like, I got you. It’s not flowers. It’s better.

❥  The “You Matter More Than My Ego” Move

Apologies. Vulnerable, awkward, ugly ones. Not performative, not flowers-as-a-bandage. Just a raw, honest “I screwed up. And you didn’t deserve that.” That’s romance with guts.

❥ The “I Made This With My Clumsy, Lovesick Hands” Attempt

It’s not a five-star meal. It might be an overcooked mess. But they tried. They Googled recipes, burnt a pan, and still showed up with a crooked smile and a smoke-scented apology. Intimacy lives in the effort, not the execution.

❥  The “I’m Thinking of You Even When You’re Not Around” Habit

A voice memo left in the middle of the day. A text that says, “I saw this book and thought of you.” A saved pastry because “you love those stupid lemon ones.” It’s in the thought, the noticing. The I-carry-you-with-me-even-here of it.

❥  The “You’re Safe With Me” Moment

Middle of a panic attack. They don’t run, they don’t fix. They sit. Hold a hand. Count breaths. They become a lighthouse in the fog. That’s not just romance, it’s sanctuary.

❥ The “Make You Laugh When You Want to Cry” Trick

Silly voices. Bad dad jokes. A spontaneous dance in the kitchen just to make them smile. Love doesn’t always whisper—it cackles, snorts, belly-laughs until you can’t remember what the fight was about.

❥ The “I See the You Nobody Else Gets to See” Love

Noticing the nervous tic they try to hide. The quiet resilience. The softness behind the sarcasm. Your character sees it all and chooses to love them there. Not despite their mess, but because of it.

❥  The “I’ll Go to the Boring Thing Because You Care” Sacrifice

They hate art galleries. Or jazz. Or your character’s weird book club full of PhD students. But they show up. They try. They listen and maybe even ask a thoughtful question. Not because they suddenly love postmodern fiction, but because they love you.

❥ The “Let Me Take Care of You, Just This Once” Flip

Especially powerful when it comes from your fiercely independent character. When they finally let someone in. Accept help. Rest their head on a lap and let themselves be held. Or be the one doing the holding for someone who never asks.

❥  The “I Want to Remember This” Gesture

No, not just a scrapbook. Maybe it's saving movie stubs, or voice recording a partner’s laugh because it's perfect and might not last. Maybe it's writing a poem they'll never read. Romance often lives in what we keep sacred, quietly.

❥ Bonus — The Non-Obvious Public Gesture

Holding hands in public when your character usually doesn’t. Or kissing their partner’s temple in front of their disapproving parents. Or calling them “baby” when it makes their partner smile like a fool. Public affection isn’t about performance, it’s about pride. Claiming someone. Softly, fiercely.