Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student | JJK x Reader

Gojo's clingy koala act was nothing new, but this particularly aggressive snuggle was testing even Shoko's patience. His arms were locked around both of you with the tenacity of a python. No amount of squirming could break that hold - for someone with the physique of a noodle, the man was all lean muscles and brute strength.

Even Principal Yaga couldn't peel him off you and Shoko, not when Gojo had enclosed you both securely within the impenetrable fortress of his Infinity.

"Satoru, release them this instant!" Yaga bellowed, grabbing Gojo's arm and tugging futilely.

Gojo just cackled, clearly enjoying himself.

"But we're having a bonding moment here!" Gojo whined, somehow managing to grip you and Shoko even closer just to prove his point.

Eventually, it was Shoko who solved the clingy Gojo issue, as always. She poked him sharply in the ribs: "Alright, enough already. Unhand me, Gojo - you're sweaty."

You readily agreed, nose wrinkling for emphasis. "Yeah sensei, no offense but you stink."

"Liars!" Gojo let out an exaggerated gasp of mock affront. "I'm simply overflowing with love!" His eyes sparkled with laughter even as he refused to loosen his hold.

Shoko's voice took on a threatening lilt. "Then overflow somewhere else before I make you."

When Gojo still didn't comply, Shoko resorted to drastic measures - She wiggled her fingers threateningly close to his hips. "You asked for this…"

Then, in an instant, her nimble fingers were dancing along Gojo's sides, seeking out all his most ticklish spots with ruthless precision. She knew him well. Gojo immediately buckled, wheezing with shocked laughter.

"You fight dirty, Sho!" He choked out between breathless guffaws. But with both you and Shoko under his Infinity, Gojo was helpless against the tickle onslaught. 

After a merciless minute, Gojo finally released you both from his crushing embrace just to fend off Shoko's brutal attack. He staggered back, flushed and still wheezing residual giggles.

You wouldn't judge him. Gojo's tragic ticklishness was his fatal flaw, while Shoko's tickle prowess was the stuff of legends.

With a few more breaths to compose himself, Gojo smoothed out his rumpled uniform and drew himself up to his full noodle height, swiftly shaking off the ticklish indignity.

The earlier panic and vulnerability vanished, his signature arrogance slipping back over him like a second skin. There he was, the cocky asshole you all knew and tolerated. 

Gojo's piercing gaze landed on Ijichi, who practically withered under the intensity of his glowing blue eyes. His stare could cut through steel when he wanted it to.

Anyone else might have missed it, but you caught the brief flash of concern in Gojo's eyes before his expression hardened. As much as he enjoyed messing with Ijichi, a part of Gojo cared about the guy too in his own warped way. After all, it was Gojo who pretty much bullied Ijichi from combat into the relative safety of assistance work years back when they were students at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"I'm not cut out to be a sorcerer." Ijichi had admitted rather casually during the lunch you shared on your third mission together. "Gojo-san said I was useless. That I would die immediately on the field. So, I'd be better off being a driver."

You almost choke on your pasta at Ijichi's sudden attempt at opening up. But he only smiled timidly. "Gojo-san was right. If he hadn't said that, I wouldn't have been here now."

Of course, as annoying as it was, Gojo had always been right. And he had definitely saved Ijichi's life, but because he was Gojo, he also had to be a dick about it.

Most people would have been extremely offended by Gojo's rude ass statement. Some would have tried proving him wrong (and died in the process). Many would've at least held a grudge. But not Ijichi. He took it in stride and became not just any assistant manager but THE assistant director. You were sure the entire jujutsu administrative system would collapse without Ijichi.

You deeply respected Ijichi and the way he put his everything into this thankless job. Undoubtedly, his meticulousness and dedication had saved countless lives, including yours, too. We all had our own battles. Not being in the front line didn't mean he wasn't fighting. It took a special kind of strength to play this invisible role.

The way Gojo was treating Ijichi right now bristled you. He glowered down at Ijichi, who trembled under the force of his displeasure. When Gojo spoke, his voice was lethally soft.

"Aren't you supposed to keep them safe, Ijichi? How could you let this happen?"

The accusation in his words made Ijichi flinch violently. He stammered, face white:

"I-I'm so sorry, Gojo-san… I tried my best, I s-swear! The route was scouted ahead… our schedule was classified. Even the local office had only been notified 20 minutes before we arrived… N-no one could have known!"

Gojo clicked his tongue sharply, the sound dripping with caustic derision. He grabbed Ijichi by the collar, getting all up in his personal space. 

You knew that behind the layers of condescension and bullying, Gojo harbored an awkward shard of affection for Ijichi in that dysfunctional, tough-love manner of his. But right now, anger blinded him.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," he growled. "You had one job!"

Gojo's knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping Ijichi's collar. The man was practically vibrating from distress. 

And actually, Gojo was wrong this time. It was your job. As their security escort, you were the one who was supposed to keep everyone safe. Ijichi really had done all he could against impossible odds. He didn't deserve this. 

So, you stepped in between them.

"Sensei, that was uncalled for." You covered his grip on Ijichi's collar with your hand, your touch gentle, yet your voice firm and your eyes unyielding. "What happened wasn't his fault, and you know it."

Gojo tensed, temper flashing. Very few people had the balls to butt heads with him, even at his normal cheeky self, not to mention when he was completely pissed off like this. His power and his authority had always gone uncontested. Until now.

But as your calm gaze held his, you noticed the conflicting emotions churning in his eyes as they traced over your features - fear still rippling in their depths, anger at the situation, reluctant approval for your courage to stand up to him. But underneath it all was profound affection mingled with regret.

In that suspended moment, you glimpsed the weight that constantly crushed Gojo's shoulders. His power might be infinite, but his heart was all too human. Beneath the cocky bluster and biting remarks was a man terrified of losing what little he had left.

When Gojo looked at you, he was reminded of his own weakness - because, despite everything, he still allowed himself to care. Still left himself vulnerable by letting people like you and Shoko slip past his defenses to nestle dangerously close to his heart. 

And now, seeing you both brush so close to death's grasp made Gojo's chest constrict with emotions he refused to name. Made him realize that as strong as he was, he still couldn't protect his most precious people. That he could lose all of you any moment, and there was nothing he could do about it.

So many tangled feelings warred behind that gaze boring into yours. Until finally, Gojo clicked his tongue once more, quieter this time. The sharp exhale ruffled your hair as Gojo released his death grip on Ijichi's collar.

"Fix it, Ijichi." He muttered. "Find out who is behind this."

The weight of his piercing blue stare lingered long after he teleported away. You blinked at the empty space he had occupied mere seconds prior. 

Ijichi's shaking fingers came up to loosen his collar, sweat beading at his hairline. "T-thank you… Spices." 

You patted his back sympathetically before turning to Shoko: "I thought he would have at least offered to walk you to your room or something."

Shoko shrugged, something knowing yet weary in her eyes. 

"Gojo doesn't do feelings."

You huffed out a breath that was part laugh, part lingering tension. 

"Did we just deplete his yearly allotment of feelings in one go?" You asked wryly, the corner of your mouth quirking up.

Shoko's lips echoed your faint smile. "We may have drained him for the next decade, honestly…"

The weight of the day's chaos seemed to crash down as adrenaline seeped from your veins. Shoko gave your arm a gentle, steadying squeeze.

"Get some rest," she said, a wealth of meaning in those simple words.

You managed a tired smile. Rest did sound good right about now. 

The walk back soothed your frayed nerves, the familiar sights and routines of campus washing away the last shimmers of tension. You paused outside the common room door, smiling faintly at the slit of warm light peeking through. Muffled snores filtered out to you as you turned the handle and slipped inside.

Just as expected, you found Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara passed out in various states of study. 

Yuji was flat on his back along the couch, face smothered by a textbook the size of a tombstone. You marveled that he hadn't yet suffocated under the weight of Historical Jujutsu Facts blocking his nose. He made a surprisingly sturdy pillow for Nobara, who was sprawled half on top of him, face smushed into his chest. A puddle of drool was slowly accumulating on his shirt as a result. Her own neglected textbook lay splayed on the floor like roadkill.

You had to stifle a laugh. For all their bickering, Yuji and Nobara had quickly become quite affectionate friends. Both generous with casual touches despite having just met. Personal space meant little between the two.

In contrast, Megumi was very protective of his personal bubble. He was slumped in an armchair a careful distance from the cuddle puddle, notebook still balanced loosely on his lap. No way was he risking getting snuggle-attacked in his sleep. 

As you tiptoed past, a wayward floorboard squeaked under your foot. Megumi instantly jerked awake, bleary eyes landing on you.

"You're back." 

He practically leapt from his chair, fingers catching your arm with desperate strength. Stormy eyes traced over you frantically, searching for any signs of harm. Needing concrete proof you were real and whole before him. His jaw worked soundlessly, the question lodged in his throat unable to force its way out. 

"I'm okay," You answered his silent question with a gentle smile, turning slowly so he could see you really came back in one piece.

But Megumi's fingers only tightened on your arm. His mouth was set in a thin line. He looked on the verge of pulling you into a fierce hug despite his own aversion to all kinds of physical touch. 

Reading his struggle, you smiled and opened your arms in invitation. You didn't expect him to take you up on your offer, but he did. 

Reluctantly and silently, Megumi stepped into your arms. Towards the promise of warmth and comfort. He swayed slightly. The only outward sign of fear and tentative relief. Of someone conditioned to loss now daring to believe that maybe, this time, he wouldn't have to let go. Wouldn't be left grasping at empty air as you slipped away.

Gently - so gently, as if you were made of fragile glass - Megumi's arms came around you. One hand cradled the back of your head, the other resting feather-light between your shoulder blades. He tucked you against him carefully, your cheek resting on his chest.

You could feel the thunder of his heart, beating too hard and fast. His chin came to rest atop your hair, breath stirring the strands as he exhaled unsteadily. Megumi clung to you in silence, tension slowly seeping from his rigid frame as he convinced himself of your solid presence. His racing heart began to steady.

When he finally pulled back, pink dusted his cheeks. 

"What happened?" He asked roughly, glancing away. 

You gestured with tired hands: "We got ambushed on the drive back."

Megumi glared down at you: "I told you it's too dangerous…"

You made a face at him. Hell no, you almost died several times today. You would not let him give you this whole I-told-you-so spiel.

"Being a jujutsu sorcerer is dangerous." You huffed, glaring right back at Megumi. "Are you telling me to retire?"

Wasn't he the one who went to collect Sukuna's finger alone and started this whole shitshow? Fushiguro Megumi wasn't one to lecture others about danger. He knew you well enough to glean the challenge in your eyes.

"No… I'm not…" Megumi sighed unhappily. After a moment, he backed down, "Just… take me with you next time, okay?"

"I can't drag you along every trip." You pointed out, despite wanting to take him with you very much. Had he been there, Megumi would have folded those bastards in five minutes.

"Whenever possible then." Megumi insisted.

"...Fine." You exhaled tiredly, shoulder aching too much to argue further. 

Your shoulder had been cranky since this morning's mishap in the library when a teetering tower of arcane texts toppled over onto you. One big dusty book-alanche later, and your muscles were already sore. You were lucky Megumi had been there to prevent your untimely demise.

But oh no, you just had to dangle halfway out of a speeding vehicle today, and then promptly got crushed in one of Gojo's violent hugs. Now your shoulder throbbed angrily, no doubt plotting its revenge after the abuse you put it through. You gingerly attempted to rotate your inflamed joint to assess the damage, poorly stifling a gasp as pain lanced through.

Megumi's gaze instantly zeroed in on you like a sniper locking on target. Great. Nothing escaped Megumi. He caught your arm before you could even try to pretend everything was fine. 

"You're hurt…" He said, slender fingers probing gently along your shoulder.

You waved him off with your good arm. "Probably just a sprain."

Megumi opened his mouth, no doubt to launch into another blistering lecture when Yuji suddenly jolted upright on the couch. His movement sent a blissfully snoozing Nobara toppling sideways with a startled yelp. Yuji just managed to snatch a fistful of her shirt before she face-planted, hauling her back up onto him.

"Whoops, my bad!" 

Nobara instantly had him in a vicious headlock. "You trying to kill me, Itadori?!"

Yuji and Nobara's scuffle quickly devolved into a blur of flailing limbs and outraged squawks. You observed their antics with fond amusement, the familiar chaos soothing after the day's tension. A few breathless moments later, Yuji managed to wriggle halfway out of Nobara's headlock. His gaze landed on you and lit up.

"Oh, senpai! You're finally back!"

At his delighted exclamation, Nobara instantly released her chokehold. In a blink, they bounded across the room to flank you. Yuji's arms came up, hovering uncertainly, while Nobara scrutinized you from head to toe.

"What the hell happened out there anyway?" She demanded, hands planted on her hips. "You and that lady doctor were gone the whole day, then they started hauling all the combatant sorcerers on campus somewhere…"

Her shrewd eyes narrowed on your stiff shoulder. "No one told us anything. But it had to be serious if they all got their panties in a twist like that, right?"

Yuji shuffled his feet, his smile dimming to something more hesitant. "We were really worried. Are you okay, senpai?"

His concerned puppy eyes blinked at you searchingly even as Nobara continued her relentless interrogation. 

"Was it a special-grade curse? Or a bunch of them? Spill it, senpai!"

Your stomach chose that particular moment to growl loudly, reminding you that you still hadn't eaten a proper meal since the lousy lunch provided at the local office. So much for any shreds of dignity.

"We've ordered pizza." Megumi said quietly, pressing a subtle, steadying hand to your lower back. Bless him and his impeccable timing.

At the mention of food, Nobara's head whipped around so fast you swore you heard bones crack. Her eyes shone with single-minded purpose.

"Itadori, be useful for once!" Nobara barked, booting Yuji's ass towards the door. "Go heat our pizza, chop chop!"

"Aye aye, captain!" Yuji laughed good-naturedly over his shoulder, already racing for the kitchen. "I'll be right back with the goods!"

True to his word, Yuji zipped back in record time with a teetering stack of pizza boxes.

"That's… a lot." You blinked at the aggressive amount of pizza.

"We didn't know what you like so we got one of everything!" Nobara clasped her hands cheerfully.

"I told you what Spices likes." Megumi side-eyed her. "You just wanted everything."

"Ah-ah, I have no idea what you're talking about." Nobara blew a raspberry at Megumi and hip-checked him out of the way, bouncing after Yuji.

You flopped down on the couch, muscles melting in relief as Yuji and Nobara bookended you on either side. Megumi grumbled something about personal space while dragging his armchair a little closer for pizza access. But you caught his tiny smile anyway when he thought no one was looking.

A comfortable ease settled onto your little group. 

Grabbing a slice of pizza, you spoke around a mouthful. "Soooo, we got jumped on our way back…" 

"Gross!" Nobara elbowed you, nose scrunching. "Chew, swallow, then talk. Were you raised by wolves?"

You rolled your eyes but obligingly gulped down the goodness before continuing.

"Six curse users. One of them could shoot fire with his hands."

Yuji's eyes went round as plates, pizza hovering halfway to his mouth. "Holly shit! Like a firebender?"

Before he could nerd out further, Megumi tilted his head curiously. "What's a firebender?"

"You haven't watched Avatar?" Nobara exclaimed, clearly scandalized.

"The blue people?" Megumi stared at her flatly. "None of them shot fire."

At that, Yuji froze, pizza slice dangling limply from his fingers as he gaped at Megumi. "For real? You've never seen Avatar: The Last Airbender? How??" he whispered in horror as if Megumi had just admitted to kicking puppies.

"I knew you were a bore, Fushiguro." Nobara sighed woefully, wiping away an imaginary tear. "But I didn't think you were also uncultured." 

"Don't worry, buddy!" Yuji beamed. "We can fix that!"

Nobara whirled to Yuji, features set with determination. "Itadori, quick!"

It was like they were operating on the same wavelength. Yuji didn't need any explanation. 

"Where should we start?" He eagerly offered Nobara his phone, nearly buzzing with excitement as he watched her scrolling YouTube for the most iconic firebending cuts. 

"See how Azula's fire burns blue because it's so freaking hot? Badass!" Yuji jabbed his finger at the screen enthusiastically.

"You gotta see her shoot lightning! I've always wanted to shoot lightning!" Nobara elbowed Yuji out, already pulling up a different reel.

Megumi watched blankly, clearly uncomprehending the hype but trapped by their passionate assault. After a long while, Yuji and Nobara rounded on him expectantly: "So? What do you think?"

Megumi blinked slowly. 

"...They seem very invested in their elemental sorcery system?"

"That's not sorcery, dumbass!"

Groaning, Nobara face-planted into a couch cushion as Yuji frantically queued up the next bout of clips.

Soon, Yuji and Nobara were utterly engrossed, locked in yet another debate over ships, already forgetting about Megumi's lack of taste. Turned out Yuji was adamant about canon, while Nobara was a Zutara girlie at heart. You just had to agree with her on that one.

It was some time later when you finally managed to wrestle back the conversation. You supposed this ambush would fall under classified information as anything Shoko-related, but no one had officially told you to not disclose it. So, you weren't technically breaking any rules.

"Anyway, back to me nearly dying…" 

You launched into chaotic details again, frequently distracted by irrelevant tangents like the potential black market value of certain jujutsu techniques, or the time it took you to create and charge your paper shikigami. 

Unlike Principal Yaga's annoyance, Yuji and Nobara latched onto every new thread with gusto. Megumi even offered his expertise on shikigami. By the time you finally ran out of steam, it was way past midnight. You felt oddly cleansed, mind pleasantly empty like a wrung-out sponge.

Yuji must have noticed you deflating. His arm wrapped gently around your shoulder, pulling you into the comforting warmth of his side. On your other flank, Nobara tipped sideways until her head could fit the crook of your neck. 

"Sounds like one hell of a day, senpai." Yuji murmured.

Nobara gave a jaw-cracking yawn, snuggling in closer. "No wonder you look dead on your feet. I'd sleep for a week after all that."

"I'd love to." You chucked. "But someone gotta make sure y'all don't slack off on your required reading."

"You're mean, Spices." Nobara snickered.

Yuji only laughed.

A small distance away, Megumi looked at the three of you. His expression remained carefully neutral, but you caught the way his eyes softened at the corners. The barest curve of his lips, if you looked closely.

Megumi wasn't a people person, and especially not one for physical affection given so casually. But your gentle persistence, Yuji's bright kindness, and Nobara's fierce sincerity had made their way through his defenses before he even fully realized. 

Seeing all of you tangled together with an intimate ease, something tender quietly bloomed in his chest. Something that felt foreign, yet not unwelcome - like the first golden rays after an icy winter.

In this singular, unguarded moment, he let himself bask in it. Let himself believe that maybe he could have good things too. Have people stick around without inevitably leaving.

Have a family bound not by blood but by choice, who hugged all his broken edges until they fit something like belonging.

It wouldn't last, of course. He knew all too well. Nothing gentle and bright ever lingered long for him without crumbling to ash. For now, watching all of you safe and happy in this tiny bubble - just for now, Megumi let himself enjoy the delicate glow of affection kindling through his ribs.

But eventually, he noticed your eyelids beginning to droop even as you struggled against exhaustion. The events of the day were catching up, proving too much even for your stubbornness it seemed.

Quiet as a shadow, Megumi approached and began gently disentangling you from Yuji and Nobara's octopus limbs. They grumbled sleepy protests but relinquished their hold at Megumi's insistence.

"C'mon. If you sleep like this, your shoulder will fall out in the morning." Megumi muttered as he pulled you to your feet with care. 

He would totally carry you if you asked. But you supposed that would be taking advantage of him too much. So, you only grabbed onto his arm, yawning the entire way back to your dorm room. Megumi deliberately walked slower to match your shuffling pace, the cadence of your footsteps falling into sync without thought. 

The late hour left halls darkened and empty around you. Pools of golden light from the occasional wall sconce illuminated Megumi's sharp profile in intermittent flashes as you passed by. His eyes remained fixed straight ahead. A comfortable silence cocooned the space between you.

Where time spent with Yuji and Nobara brimmed constantly with exuberant energy and constant chatter, your moments alone with Megumi were often swathed in stillness - yet no less intimate.

With Yuji and Nobara, the conversation flowed seamless and electric. Jokes and banters ricocheting rapidly back and forth, never allowing the hum of excitement to dim even slightly. They filled spaces with vibrant color and noise. Being with them felt akin to cradling lightning - thrilling, electric, alive.

But words between you and Megumi never strained to fill the stillness. Your connection rooted more in reading each other's minute shifts and subtleties. In patience and trust.

Where Yuji and Nobara drowned out your world with their brightness, Megumi filtered and softened your spinning thoughts. By his side, you felt comfortable simply existing without pretense. No need to smother each moment under meaningless fillers. No strain or artifice. Just peace.

As strange as it sounded, you felt right with each of them, and all of you felt right as a whole. 

Yuji and Nobara had their own bizarre wavelength too - so in sync and playfully volatile. And somewhere along the way, Megumi's gravity had drawn him into their orbit as well. 

The four of you were an odd mismatch - loud and quiet, chaotic and calm - but together something just clicked. It felt strangely like… 

Well, maybe family was too strong a word just yet. But you were surely something special. Something enduring. And that was more than enough.

By the time the familiar dark wood of your dormitory door emerged from the shadows ahead, the events of the day felt muted - tension and fear fading into background static. 

You trailed your fingers along the worn grain as you turned the handle, the creak of metal hinges loud in the muffled hush of night. With a click, warm light from your room spilled over Megumi's features, softening his usual edges. He shifted his weight subtly, not quite meeting your eyes.

"You wanted to talk, right?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Come in, then."

The blur of fatigue made focusing difficult, but you sensed an uncharacteristic hesitance in Megumi's velvet cursed energy as he hovered at your threshold.

"No… I mean, yes. But it can wait." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "I just want to make sure you're really alright."

You smiled sleepily at him, leaning against your doorframe. "Except for my shoulder, I'm all good. I'll get Ieiri-san to look at it tomorrow."

Reluctantly, Megumi reached out and touched your chin with one finger. The touch felt impossibly gentle, almost reverent. Then, he immediately drew back. 

"Sleep well." He said your name so softly that you would've missed it if it weren't for the complete silence. 

Then, he turned and left, disappearing into the shadows in the space of a heartbeat. Megumi rarely used your real name. You pondered on the meaning of it briefly before exhaustion enfolded you in a heavy embrace, you sank gratefully into its waiting arms. The events replaying in your mind finally slowed, the last shimmers of adrenaline ebbing away. 

You fell into dreamless sleep, no nightmares of Sukuna tearing the world apart, of Gojo's lifeless eyes, of your friends torn into pieces. Tonight, your soul was at peace.