Anime Oneshots | BOOK 1

Gojo Satoru X Reader

'You can not be serious, Yaga.' It wasn't far-fetched from how we used to be, the twinge in my voice slightly lower than the pipsqueak one I had when I was sixteen and at least I could downright deal with Gojo back then.

'You sound like Nobara and Megumi, your grown adults deal with it.' he muttered, his eyes crawled over my shoulder staring behind me,

I could only guess what dumb faces he was pulling. The inside yukata adorned, ill fitting it hung off his body from the top till the obi cinched at his waist; each side wrong as it fell off his chest revealing more than anyone would like to see. He leant against the sliding paper doors making his presence known by a few soft giggles to himself.

'Yagaaaa!' I whined, my swaying softly with big doll eyes on to see if I would rather bunk with him than the satan spawn of Satoru Gojo only for the shoji door to be slammed in my face,

I turned around to feel his hands crawl around my body; resting softly upon my waist, his head above my own, I leant into him letting my body liquify against his own and then I woke up to the nightmare that it was Gojo.

I paused him off and glared at him, 'I'm going to sleep outside.'

His hand snapped, pulling my chin and therefore my face up towards his own, 'You know you don't want to do that, how about we go visit an old memory lane.'

I could hear his childish laughter, yanked into the room with the large do not disturb plank.

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┌─── ∘°休止°∘ ───┐

[ P A U S E ]

└─── °∘休止∘° ───┘

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He laid upon my partially exposed chest, sweat beading down his forehead. He had shut up for a while to catch his breath and for his heart to come back down from his head. I played with strands of his hair and sipped the last crud from the alcohol bottle inches away from the messy futon.

'Reminds me of the first time we-' 'Shut up Gojo.' I sighed a grin inching against my lips,

The paper doors weren't always the best, the small candle that laid in the hallway and illuminated their figures; three all cuddled up to one another as they stood upon the opposite side of the shoji doors as regret etched upon my face. I pushed gojo off and hissed at him to get the room into shape. I partially opened the door when I looked half decent with my Yakuta straight and pristine. Yuji seemed to almost pass out, and the other two fear clenching faces.

'We don't want to sleep in that room, they're ghosts.' My eyebrows raised, perked at a group of students who had defeated grade two curses and dealt with special grades yet something that isn't even there is petrifying.

Yuji inched in, and fell upon the blankets cuddled up to Gojo who was still mindless yet thought it was hilarious, The other two pushed passed and fell upon the newly rolled out futon. The other wrinkled and folded away in the closet with a few other items that children didn't need to see.

I sighed and laid upon the other side, the three students between Gojo and myself all sounded asleep like the babies they were. I guessed Gojo got his actual head back his hand holding my own as his hand ran over mine continuously,

'Do you want to have a well you know in the future?' his eyes darted upon the faces,'

'Children?'

He nodded his head softly.

Blushed, I looked away, 'I want to get these three few, especially with Yuji I want to wait for things to calm down- and then maybe with you.'

He nodded and blushed, a soft smile as he leaned over and kissed my cheek to Yuji's dismay, as he groaned squished.