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The world had slowly stitched itself back together. Gojo Satoru had survived, battered and changed, but deeply, irrevocably alive, and through the ashes of everything they had endured, their quiet, long-harbored love had not only survived but had also flourished.
Now, fourteen months into a peaceful new era, that love was currently crawling, no, sprinting, across the room.
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Even for four elite jujutsu sorcerers who faced terrifying curses on a daily basis, the prospect of handling a slippery, wet, fourteen-month-old Gojo in a tiled room full of water felt like a high-stakes, special-grade operation.
Gojo's now special, and high-grade students are going to babysit his son for 7 long days.
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For the fifth time in the last three minutes, she opened her phone screen.
Nothing.
"Uta, stop it," Shoko said, turning in her seat and resting her arm on the steering wheel. "You're so hot today, and you're dwelling with that man. Let's have fun tonight. If he shows up, he shows up, and you go get him back. Up to you what kind of getting him back you're planning."
Shoko caught Utahime’s eye and flashed a slow, wicked wink.
A sudden spark of indignation flared up in her chest. She looked down at herself, at the killer outfit, and felt a sudden wave of self-reproach. She couldn't believe she had actually let herself and her entire night get completely consumed by him.
Gojo Satoru didn't get to dictate her mood by absence.
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Just a fanfiction where Gojo ghosted Utahime.
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What Gojo needs to do for Utahime to finish her 5,000-word position paper ;)
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Utahime just wanted to sleep, but her mind played a different kind of scenario. Her bedsheet was ablaze, and she screamed his name.
Her traitorous imagination refused to cooperate.
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Gojo Satoru wanted everything to end. The blinding pain, the suffocating guilt, and the jagged scars left on his soul, he wanted them gone.
Iori Utahime was on the run. Her lungs on fire, her heart beating at her ribs like a caged bird.
A story where Gojo chased death, and Utahime ran from it.