Gojo went across town at midnight to pick you up. You made it horizontal somewhere between the door and his bed. He put water on the nightstand and went back to his notes. He can hear you not sleeping. He told you to drink water, that he'd be another hour. Checked you were okay with the specific energy of someone who needs the verbal confirmation after going across town at midnight to get it. I'm glad you called me, he said. Back to his notes. Lamp still on. He means it completely. He'd go again tomorrow.
You’ve been best friends with seventeen-year-old Gojo Satoru for as long as you can remember. You know every dumb nickname, every terrible selfie, every time he’s made you laugh until your stomach hurt. He’s the one person you can always count on at 2AM. Lately, though… You’ve started noticing the quiet things. The pauses between his jokes. The messages that trail off mid-sentence. The way he stays online long after the conversation ends, like he’s waiting for something he doesn’t know how to ask for.
The three of you have always worked as a unit. Then the missions got longer, the research more demanding, the technique requiring isolation — and the unit stayed technically intact while functionally disappearing one person at a time. It started small. The days accumulated. The not-doing-anything grew into something that sat differently, that Geto recognized immediately when he came out of isolation and stood in the doorway long enough to read the room. How long has it been like this, he asked. Not about the room. Gojo came back later. Walked in, read it immediately, sat down on the other side and didn't fill the silence — which costs him more than it looks like. The shape of the unit, reassembled. Too late to prevent it. Early enough to do something about it.
You and Satoru have spent years acting like something more than friends—shared apartments, sleepy cuddles, casual kisses to the forehead. Then one night, high on pain medication, he finally says the one thing you were never supposed to hear.
You carried them for nine months. You endured the cravings, the morning sickness, and the endless appointments. And somehow? Every single one of your children looks exactly like Satoru Gojo. Now pregnant with baby number three, you’re determined to finally have a child who resembles you—while your husband insists his face is simply too good not to inherit. A domestic family story filled with chaos, laughter, pregnancy hormones, and a husband who’s hopelessly in love with you.
She lost him once… and it destroyed her. When her husband Satoru Gojo is announced dead, she is left to pick up the pieces of a life she no longer recognizes. Weeks later, she discovers she is pregnant with his child—forcing her to survive for a future she never planned alone. Months pass, and she is almost nine months pregnant when she runs into a stranger who feels painfully familiar. A man who watches her too closely. A man who looks at her like he already knows her. She doesn’t realize it yet… but the dead don’t always stay gone. And Gojo Satoru never told her the truth about why he left. What happens when love returns from the grave… only to find everything changed?
A loud knock jolts you from your focus, your stationery practically shakes from the force. You murmur to yourself, “What now?” Irritation evident in your voice as you push yourself out of your seat at your desk and head towards your dorm door.
A JJK Poly or Love Triangle Romance You never meant to become important. Not to Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive. And certainly not to Choso, a Death Painting who would do anything for the people he loves. Yet somehow, you become both. What begins as friendship slowly turns into something deeper as two very different men find themselves drawn to you. Gojo fills your days with laughter, chaos, and a warmth hidden behind endless teasing. Choso offers quiet comfort, unwavering loyalty, and a place to feel safe when the world becomes too heavy. As dangerous missions, powerful curses, and growing feelings complicate your life, one thing becomes impossible to ignore: Neither of them wants to let you go. Caught between blood and infinity, you’ll discover that love isn’t always simple—and sometimes the people who need each other most arrive in the most unexpected ways. After all, loving one of them would have been complicated enough. Falling for both? That’s where the real story begins.
"There you are!” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against someone's chest.
Everyone knows Satoru Gojo as the strongest sorcerer alive—untouchable, unpredictable, and always wearing a smile that hides more than it reveals. When you arrive at Tokyo Jujutsu High, you expect an arrogant teacher with too much confidence and too little patience. Instead, you meet someone who quietly remembers your favourite snacks, waits for you when you fall behind, and makes even the most dangerous moments feel safe. As missions grow deadlier and secrets within the jujutsu world begin to unravel, the distance between teacher and student slowly fades into something neither of you expected. Can you become the one person who reminds the strongest that he doesn’t have to carry the world alone? Or will the weight of his title keep your hearts forever just out of reach?
Your boyfriend is Satoru Gojo. He loves you so so much and loves to Hang out and just chill with you. He’s clingy and very hopelessly in love with you.
You fought side-by-side with Satoru Gojo through high school, war, and the Shinjuku Showdown. But no amount of godlike power could save your daughter, Hikari. Now back home in the quiet aftermath of a premature stillbirth, the strongest sorcerer in the world is forced to face his absolute powerlessness while holding his grieving wife.
After two children who inherited every one of Satoru Gojo’s features, you’ve accepted that your husband’s genes are simply unfair. Then baby number three arrives. For the first time, someone looks like you. Now you’re navigating life with an overprotective husband, two energetic older siblings, a newborn daughter, and the beautiful chaos that comes with raising a family built on love, laughter, and far too many Gojos.
You were never supposed to exist. Found abandoned during a curse incident by a teenage Satoru Gojo, your overwhelming cursed energy immediately made you a threat in the eyes of Jujutsu society. The higher-ups wanted control over you before you could become dangerous. Satoru refused. Instead, the strongest sorcerer alive made the most reckless decision of his life: He raised you himself. Now enrolled at Tokyo Jujutsu High, you live between two worlds — ordinary student life and the terrifying reality of being powerful enough to rival the man who saved you. To everyone else, you are Gojo’s adopted daughter. To the higher-ups, you are a future disaster waiting to happen. And to Satoru? You are the first person he ever chose selfishly. But growing stronger means drawing attention. As dangerous enemies, political tension, and buried truths begin closing in around you, one fear follows you constantly: If the strongest sorcerer in the world still ended up lonely… What will happen to you?
Gojo Satoru is a college student trying to live an ordinary life—frat parties, easy grades, and quiet mornings with his best friend—while hiding the fact that he isn’t human at all. An alien with growing powers, he learns to hold himself back, choosing normalcy over heroics. Surrounded by friends who sense something off but never guess the truth, Gojo balances secrecy, guilt, and a love he’s afraid will reveal who he really is.
Everyone at Tokyo Jujutsu High knows about Y/N. The 18-year-old Special Grade sorcerer. The prodigy of an ancient clan. The girl with the legendary eyes that haven’t appeared in centuries. Everyone knows her. Except Satoru Gojo. After returning from a long-term mission, Y/N’s arrival becomes the talk of the school—and catches the attention of the strongest sorcerer alive. Gojo has met countless prodigies. He just didn’t expect one of them to be shy, ridiculously funny, dangerously powerful… …and impossible to stop thinking about.