gojo satoru needs a hug

Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!” “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!” Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now. Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society. What the hell is going on?

A collection of oneshots following a random timeline of the Getou-Gojo Family Stories.

In which Suguru Getou doesn't declare war against Jujutsu society and decides to abandon his genocidal path after faking his death. Somehow this ends with the strongest sorcerer alive being trapped by a curse months later.

“Would you like anything else?” “Actually, yeah.” He flashes you a grin that only promises trouble, pushing his sunglasses down with a way too exaggerated flirty expression. “Can I get your number too?” “Haha, really funny Gojo. Now, I have more clients so...” But he's already getting his phone out, as if he hasn't listened to a single word you've said. “...Oh, you're for real.” ~ ~ ~ ~Reader owns a small cafe with their own baked goods. Gojo comes in one day, and absolutely falls in love with their pastries (and with them).

Yuuji is finally back in Tokyo Jujutsu High, after living with Satoru-san for two months. It's harder to get used to it than he expected, especially since everyone except for him had enough time to get to know each other better. And he kinda misses his cozy life with the man. Yuuji tries to take advice from Panda-senpai on how to get closer to others and loses the bet. Now, as a punishment, he has to hug every person he sees in a day. Or: Yuuji's hugs are addictive, and all the victims would gladly take another dose.

Gojo Satoru’s plan to reform jujutsu society via the younger generation was on the move. Zen’in Maki, Kinji Hakari, and Fushiguro Megumi were all promising students and got stronger every day. If he was patient, he’d have someone new to call an equal. Gojo just had to wait. Or maybe not. He’d shouldn’t have been surprised; this was all part of the plan after all. He just didn’t expect them to take the form of a trans-dimensional, all-powerful, psychic six-year-old with a bowl cut. Gojo wasn’t sure how he felt about this, especially since the kid would need careful supervision to prevent any property damage or bodily harm via emotional psychic outbursts. Ultimately, it didn’t matter how he felt: Kageyama Shigeo needed a teacher and Gojo Satoru needed powerful students. That's all there is to it. Or maybe not.