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blow your eyes, blow your heart up

Summary:

"Are you suggesting you’ll make me cry?"

“Wh— movies,” Yuuji stuttered a broken off retort both from the lack of air and panic. And Gojo laughed, leaning in with all pearly whites flashing, “Maybe, romcom movies, those airport chasing scenes never fail to bring the waterworks. So. Cliche.”

Yuuji felt an index finger prod his cheek, and Gojo hummed, "I’ll be wailing enough to fill another world ocean before the end credits roll. Nothing could stop the waterfall, unless… someo—something distracting enough cuts me off."

"Ah, maybe if I blow o—"

Chapter 1: full disclosure, i am a monster

Notes:

gojo with his heart bleating a bajillion times per minute trying to come up with a cool and funny response to yuuji’s no filter remarks: ah yes, this is fine.

i have not written anything in five years so why not cure my writer’s block with unbeta-ed unedited drabble-y goyuu romcom in the dead of the night ahahaha (cry of anguish)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Aaaand two-thousand. That’s enough Yuu—ji,” Gojo flicked the back of his head and leaned forward, lips a few millimeters away from grazing hair tucked behind Yuuji’s left ear. Yuuji felt the weight shift on his back where Gojo was sitting cross-legged, but he refused to let the change in balance tip him, and managed to sneak in a couple more pushups before he let his shoulders give in. Not due to tiredness, but because of Gojo letting out a dramatic sigh, out loud, hitting all the points worthy of a theater performance dialogue and in manner that made the hairs of his skin prickle up into goosebumps. Ever so subtly.

 

“Youth these days,” Gojo huffed, “an average man would be on the brink of exhaustion when even considering your stamina and penchant for this spartan routine you consider ‘exercise’.”

 

Yuuji felt the weight lift off his back as Gojo unfolded his knees and hopped off, gracefully landing on the wooden flooring. Then, he felt hands on his hips, fingertips firm, rolling him over to face the ceiling, where he was met with a pair of sunglasses threatening to fall off Gojo’s head. He was leaning down with his face a few centimeters too close, two glints of icy sapphire peeking through.

 

“Not that I would, though,” Gojo hummed as Yuuji’s throat slid further down his stomach, just like his sunglasses did, revealing the sharp cracks of delicate blue glass that shaped themselves into flowers within his pupils, “the average man is, in analogy, like… a watt and I’m more of a horsepower. Five horsepowers. Catch the reference?”

 

Gojo wiggled his eyebrows at Yuuji, waiting for an response.

 

Yuuji gulped, mind stuck elsewhere, and considered blowing a puff of air on his sensei’s face just to see what would happen. Would the sunglasses fall off? Or would Gojo-sensei be surprised and commend Yuuji for catching him off guard?

 

His sensei was a firm believer and preacher of the “Never let them know your next move” movement after all. Though it’s likely an excuse to slide off work, since the last time he quoted that he blew off an important meeting with Gakuganji and the higher ups due to “urgent clan duties concerning an aquatic disaster”, and teleported to the basement with KFC takeout and two blu-ray copies of Finding Nemo and Finding Dory. 

 

The air Yuuji gathered for the blow failed to meet its target, and he was pulled up by his wrists to a standing position. He briefly centered himself to avoid bumping into Gojo’s chest when he was let go.

 

Long, lithe fingers gently sliding off his wrists a few seconds slower, his heart squeezing at the snail’s pace.

 

Yuuji tilted his head up to his sensei who was gazing at him with an expression of mock betrayal, white brows scrunched up and lips in a slight, pout? Yuuji wasn’t sure. Gojo had shown a wide range of emotions ranging from smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were reserved for when he recounted the quote end quote boring mission reports issued by the higher ups that he was forced to write (pass on to Ichiji), to the downright mean smiles when relaying objectives for the day’s lesson and leaving Yuuji to another WWE match with the cursed dolls he annexed from Yaga’s personal collection.

 

Actually, scratch that.

 

Gojo’s scale of expressions might actually just be diabolical to diabolical, but that pout?

 

Unfamiliar, dangerous, challenging.

 

Yuuji released the air he was holding and the soft breeze landed on his sensei’s collarbone.

 

Missed. His sensei was ridiculously tall.

 

Gojo let out a choked sound, like a dying donkey, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

 

Yuuji held back a laugh and settled for a smile, some people might just be unexpectedly tickly.

 

“Were you trying to blow my eyes, Yuuji?” Gojo sniffed in feigned irritation, “What if they ended up permanently dried like those peaches they were selling at the candy store? Criminal by the way. Eyedrops wouldn’t even help my case.”

 

“What about tears, Sensei?”

 

Yuuji slapped a hand over his mouth, mind reeling at the implications of what he just said, and the consequences of not elaborating further. His breathing stopped altogether when he snuck a glance up his sensei’s face.

 

And,

 

Gojo’s eyes were flashing, flashing cobalt blue.

 

Dripping with sweet, sweet mirth, and something deeper?

 

Darker. 

 

Feathery, thick, white eyelashes framing his unmoving stare.

 

Shiver.

 

“Are you suggesting you’ll make me cry?”

 

“Wh— movies,” Yuuji stuttered a broken off retort both from the lack of air and panic. And Gojo laughed, leaning in with all pearly whites flashing, “Maybe, romcom movies, those airport chasing scenes never fail to bring the waterworks. So. Cliche.”

 

Yuuji felt an index finger prod his cheek, and Gojo hummed, "I’ll be wailing enough to fill another world ocean before the end credits roll. Nothing could stop the waterfall, unless… someo—something distracting enough cuts me off."

 

“Ah, maybe if I blow o—“

 

“Yes,” Gojo interrupted, half a breath too quickly.

 

“I, on your eyes.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“It will dry,” Yuuji continued. 

 

Gojo laughed, again, an octave higher than the one Yuuji was used to when his sensei would verbally brainstorm another prank on one of Jujutsu High’s unfortunate students for the day. Yuuji opened his mouth to crack the growing thickness in the air, before Gojo stepped away and clapped his hands together, effectively cutting the conversation thread. Sunglasses tipped back perfectly and glinted with the yellow light from the ceiling, expression morphed back into the usual cheer.

 

“That’s enough visual novel dialogue options and training for today, Yuu—ji, let’s hit the sushi bar!”

Notes:

PLS PLS PLS I BEG CAN SOMEONE SMUGGLE ME INTO A GOYUU SERVER THROUGH PMS

i heard somewhere that one exists but alas the link seems to evade me like a dad looking for the milk store

Chapter 2: how to plant their hearts in community gardens

Summary:

Satoru was alright, really. His practiced, strained smile was enough to prove a point. Could fool anyone or piss them off enough to not question it. Worked with most sorcerers and civilians.

Ninety-nine percent.

And Yuuji was the stubborn one-percent who dragged him over to the couch, and replaced the Jenifer Lawrence movie on the DVD player with Finding Nemo before plopping down beside him and offering him a chicken crisp. His eyes stung at that, and he was grateful for his sunglasses covering whatever the hell was threatening to fall down.

Notes:

chapter titles are from community gardens by the scary jokes. good song, beautiful lyrics 100%

gojo pov centric chapter bc i am evil. gojo uses satoru in his pov so it’s easier to differentiate from yuuji centric scenes. and i updated my tags! woooo, enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Yuuji carefully balanced a piece of sweet tamago sushi between a pair of chopsticks and downed the whole piece. He chewed a total count of four times, not that Satoru was counting, just observing, before he gulped it down. The rest of the juicy egg went with a smooth slide down his throat, no resistance, like a snake consuming his prey. 

 

Then, he licked his lips, slow, agonizing, God, and finished his third tamago sushi from the plate of five.

 

Appetizers? With Yuuji here, they don’t even need to order one.

 

Now that—

 

Satoru considered developing a new technique so he could strangle the devilish apparition whispering stupid, stupid thoughts into his head.

 

He wasn’t a particular lover for rules. Morals, however, he was a man of good looks, yes, fortune, and good morals.

 

Yuuji picked up the last piece of tamago sushi and wrapped his lips around it, too eager to finish and move on to the next dish they ordered, and he accidentally shoved it in a bit more roughly and further than intended. He coughed, likely hitting the small bell at the roof of his mouth, and Satoru prepared to utter a remark for slowing down unless he wanted to choke.

 

"Yu—"

 

"Hngh."

 

Hngh.

 

Satoru inhaled his remark.

 

And Yuuji continued chewing.

 

What, what was he going to say again? Yuuji. 

 

Bad, bad. Appreciating food is fine, making sounds like that though, making his thoughts dance a dangerous dance with deviance, is just evil. 

 

Because that sound, under different circumstances… hhah…

 

A man of good morals.

 

His nails dug into his palms so deeply the skin almost broke, threatening to draw blood.

 

Ping!

 

Satoru fished his phone out of his coat pocket. It was a fairly new model, blue-ish silver, he never bothered checking the specifics since he just handed Ichiji a large wad of cash last year and told him to get the best one they had available. 

 

Ah, another mission. Two.

 

Unfortunately, his phone was not smart enough to block oncoming migraines caused by work text messages. 

 

But it was good enough to take pictures. He opened the camera app and looked at his student. Yuuji was chewing on a piece of futomaki sushi.

 

He looked like one of those adorable baby bunnies eating strawberries from the videos Megumi scrolls through when he thinks no one is peeking over his shoulder. Satoru flicked the silent button on his phone to keep the camera shutter from letting out a click sound, and snapped a photo. 

 

Yuuji gulped down the rest of his futomaki and his eyes slid over and met his. Satoru almost dropped his phone.

 

“Sensei?”

 

“O…h, yeah I was taking a photo of the food. I needed evidence so I could brag to Shoko later,” he choked out, placing his phone on the smooth wooden counter and tucking a thread of white hair behind his ear, “Shoko mentioned wanting to splurge on sushi on her next break yesterday.”

 

“Poor Ieiri-san,” Yuuji huffed, “one of these days, if you ever bump your head on something, Ieiri-san might microwave the ice packs before giving them to you, Sensei.”

 

Sorry Shoko, Satoru grimaced. She might just do that. 

 

Yuuji picked up the last piece of futomaki and placed it on Satoru’s empty plate. Satoru’s heart burned.

 

“You haven’t eaten anything, sensei.”

 

Satoru grabbed the futomaki and promptly stuffed it inside his mouth. It wasn’t as good as the sushi Yuuji had made back then, it was cold, but somehow it was warm.

 

He closed his eyes and basked.

 

Something touched the side of his lower lip. Satoru’s eyes fluttered open and he saw Yuuji wiping a grain of rice that was stuck there with a tissue.

 

“It’s super good, right?” Yuuji shot him a smile after folding the tissue and putting it aside, “Thank you for spending time with me here, sensei. Even when you’re tired from work.”

 

Tired?

 

He was never tired, he could easily refresh his brain.

 

As if reading his mind, Yuuji added, “Not physically.”

 

How did he know? He somehow always knew.

 

The missions can wait. Satoru had to find the nearest cardiologist in Shinjuku to cease the illegal hammering his heart was currently doing.

 

It would be ridiculous if his heart attack wasn’t caused by diabetes. Yuuji’s words weren’t candy, but he utters them so sweetly anyway, his lips pulled into a smile that asked for nothing and gave everything.

 

Yuuji’s lips were always pulled into a smile.

 

Even months ago back in the basement, when Satoru snuck up on him with a “boo!” while he was engrossed in a movie starring his cinema darling, Jennifer Lawrence. That smile was followed by a laugh, and Yuuji paused the movie, greeting Satoru with a "welcome back!". 

 

No one ever said that. Not to Gojo Satoru.

 

Well, except his laptop every time he booted it up to do those godforsaken mission reports. 

 

It made his guts flutter.

 

And so did every smile from Yuuji that made another butterfly bloom in his gut after that day.

 

It was wonderful, it felt wonderful.

 

He didn’t know how he turned into a slime of repressed adoration, only settling for high fives and the occasional headpat when Yuuji did something that made his heart stutter and tilt on its axis.

 

But there was a line.

 

And the butterflies started to hurt. The guilt.

 

Satoru couldn’t cross that line, it was an infinity that even his power can’t reach. Cruel.

 

Butterflies were truly hostile creatures.

 

He went home with KFC takeout that day, and two blu-ray copies of Finding Nemo and Finding Dory. 

 

It was a terrible day, really, everyone was being too loud. As added seasoning, it even rained. It didn’t pierce through his Infinity, but it felt like he was being washed up anyway. 

 

Satoru was called to exorcise another Special Grade in Shinjuku. A local politician’s late best friend who was wanted for murder. Apparently the police had been so, so close to capturing him and putting him in jail. Lifetime sentence. And the politician, the caller, wanted to turn him in early so he could pull some strings and lighten his friend’s sentence, but his friend was shot dead during the capture after great resistance, never knowing the real reason why his location was revealed by his own best friend. The heavy feeling of betrayal turned him into an incredibly hostile curse.

 

Easy.

 

It only took a few seconds and Satoru was already picking up a phone call from Gakuganji, summoning him for another meeting with the higher ups, after confirming his mission a success. The whole sorcerer thing didn’t come with a mental health package. 

 

Whatever, he got the job done. He wasn’t even that involved in any of his missions anymore, at least not after… not after Riko. Not after Sugu—well, he didn’t care. It wasn’t similar, it was just a coincidence.

 

He didn’t care. Really. 

 

It was just a mission. 

 

Satoru stepped out of the building and the sky started sobbing.

 

 

When he teleported to the basement where he was hiding Yuuji, Yuuji was sitting on the sofa with his knees bunched up in a comfortable position, hugging the sleeping cursed corpse doll Satoru gave him.

 

His “boo!” was returned with a “welcome back!”, and he threw a peace sign with his free hand, slinging the KFC takeout back on his elbow.

 

“The great Gojo Satoru is here, to bring fried sustenance and prime entertainment!” he had said, with a grin so wide he would immediately land a spot in Alice in Wonderland.

 

Yuuji got up from the sofa and took one long look at Satoru before walking over to help him lay the KFC takeout on the coffee table in front. He then plucked the two movie disc boxes from Satoru’s other hand, and placed them beside the food, before running up to him and engulfing him in a hug.

 

When Satoru asked why he did that, Yuuji simply replied with an “it helps.”

 

Satoru was alright, really.

 

His practiced, strained smile was enough to prove a point. Could fool anyone or piss them off enough to not question it. Worked with most sorcerers and civilians.

 

Ninety-nine percent.

 

And Yuuji was the stubborn one-percent who dragged him over to the couch, and replaced the Jenifer Lawrence movie on the DVD player with Finding Nemo before plopping down beside him and offering him a chicken crisp. His eyes stung at that, and he was grateful for his sunglasses covering whatever the hell was threatening to fall down.

 

He had pulled Yuuji into another hug then, with a silent thank you, and watched both movies with him. He later woke up with his student sleeping peacefully with his head on his shoulder, as the end credits of Finding Dory rolled by.

 

With his Infinity off, his shoulder ached, but it was a good ache. It was painful, but it was caused by the exception beside him.

 

It was Yuuji. 

 

His soft, soft, pink hair. A magnet for self-indulgent headpats.

 

The crease in his eyebrows when Satoru stole spoonfuls of cookie batter when he baked cookies in the basement.

 

The way his eyes twitched with mirth whenever Satoru cussed at the DVD player when it refused to play a movie. His eyes were yellow, they were brown, they were golden.

 

And his lips, a tinge of red, something even softer.

 

Satoru wonders what they would be like kissing him bloody.

 

Soft, soft, and then teeth, incisors sharp, biting, inviting, bleeding, leaving him in a pool of gasps. 

 

Oh, and he would let him. Yuuju is such a quick study. 

 

He is his student, after all. His student.

 

And Satoru is the worst.

 

Sick. Sick. Sick.

 

Diagnosis? 

 

Love, actually.

 

A terrible disease for a terrible, terrible, sorry excuse for a teacher. 

 

He was. 

 

His guts flutters anyway. And he wants.

 

Yuuji tapped his shoulder.

 

“Sorry, sensei, you were spacing out there.”

 

And Satoru laughs. 

 

“Sensei was just thinking about how horrible the weather was yesterday, Yuu—ji. I might have to watch the news more often, but it’s bo~ring.” 

 

That earned a chuckle from Yuuji, and Satoru clapped his hands together. He loved doing that.

 

It was the perfect subject breaker. 

 

“Let’s go on a walk!”

 

 

Satoru spared the shops that were lining up on the sidewalk a glance. They were mostly clothing boutiques. Yuuji walked beside him, composed, but excitement clearly radiating off him. He still wasn’t used to the bustling metropolis. His wonder was positively viral.

 

Yuuji kept up the constant small talk, he jumped from subject to subject like a breeze, and Satoru indulged him. There was a cotton candy stand a few meters away, and his eyes caught the distinct pink that reminded him of Yuuji’s hair. 

 

“Say, what do you call a sushi bar trip without dessert, Yuu—“ 

 

“Itadori!”

 

Megumi stepped on the sidewalk in front of them, with a glum expression. His default avatar. Not even skittles could fix that, Satoru mused.

 

Yuuji shot up an arm and waved at him with a beaming smile, and Satoru saw Megumi’s lips twitch. The dawn of an apocalypse.

 

“Yo! Fushiguro!”

 

Megumi made a weird hand gesture of swishing his thumb in what looked like the letter K and pointed back, like a secret signal, calling for Yuuji to come with him.

 

Ah. Satoru felt a bit left out. He gave a little wave of his own that Megumi was too focused on Yuuji to notice.

 

Yuuji gave Megumi a double thumbs up and turned to face Satoru.

 

“Something came up, sensei, I’ll go back to the dorms with Fushiguro later.”

 

He ran up to Megumi before turning back with last, “Thanks for meal again, sensei. It was great!”

 

And they both left in a hurry, with Fushiguro grabbing Yuuji by the arm to take him to whatever hole was clearly more important than a nice stick of pink cotton candy.

 

Like what?

 

A teenage lovers’ tryst, a secret rendezvous under the moonlight on Lover’s rock? Or something, canyon, cliff, whatever.

 

Satoru wasn’t bothered. What a beautiful couple. Three cheers for the wedding bells!

 

Haha..!

 

His fingers shivered.

 

Maybe he could lead Yuuji down the aisle, that would be nice. Drink a couple shots to hold himself back from strangling the blushing groom into his life’s end credits. Go to work and go home the next day with a bounty on his head, not that there weren’t dozens already since he was born.

 

But Yuuji would hurt. And, nothing, no person was worth that consequence. 

 

Yuuji would smile and give everything without asking for anything, and Satoru would just take and take. 

 

There was a line. There was the butterflies.

 

They were eating him alive and they needed to leave. Pesk spray, something like keeping his distance. Yeah, he could do that.

 

His heart burned again, and again, a dull ache.

 

And by some reverse miracle, it started raining.

 

Absolutely, maddeningly, pouring. 

 

How convenient, why not wash away these sluggy thoughts?

 

Satoru turned his Infinity off and let the loud raindrops ease the silence. Water dripped from his hair, and he slipped his sunglasses off, staring at, well, nothing.

 

It was all a blur, anyway. White noise.

 

‘It was great!’, he said. Having Yuuji’s time of the day, yes. He bit his bottom lip, and let go of his sunglasses. They fell to the concrete ground with a crack, forgotten.

 

Minutes passed and rain clogged his ears.

 

He clapped his hands together, startling a passerby.

 

Time to be a responsible adult and crack open a cold one! Emotional therapy 101. Those two tubs of ice cream have been staying too long in his fridge anyway.

 

Very cold.

 

His eyes settled for a calm flowerless hue, and the water continued to drip.

Notes:

then gojo went home and made an adele playlist.

i am having so m u c h fun writing their dialogues and inner thoughts hhhggggnggh. literally going insane a dollop of toothpaste flew into my eye and BURNED when i was brushing my teeth cuz i was so lost planning everything for the next chapters in my head… stay tuned

also, what do you think of goyuu cinderella au where yuuji is cinderella, gojo is the fairy god mother, sukuna and mahito are the evil step-siblings, kenjaku is the evil stepmother, megumi is the prince, toji is the king, and all of the mice and critters are characters from tokyo and kyoto.

goyuu endgame, slight itafushi. romance, comedy, and a sprinkle of good ole dramatic gut-wrenching angst (my holy trinity). probably, definitely, multiple chapters again. 😍 thought of it this morning and i’m super excited for this one… i already have titles and chapter names planned out, it’s gonna be so good (delusional)