Jujutsu Kaisen Whatnot (one-shots)

TW: An Abusive Relationship With Gojo

A/N : This chapter has a huge TW attached to it. It depicts very descriptive scenes of domestic violence. Read with caution. I've included an external link to a domestic abuse hotline if you or anyone you know is in a situation like this. Here is another link to copy and paste in case you need it as well:   https://www.thehotline.org/

'Why me?' you thought-- no, pleaded to God for an answer. Why did he choose you? At first, you were beyond flattered, it was the ultimate compliment to be Gojo Satoru's girlfriend, but it slowly turned into a nightmare.

It was the little things at first, asking you not to show off your shoulders in public. How could you refuse such a simple request? 'I love those beautiful shoulders of yours. And if you love me too, you'll keep them for only me to see.' You did love him, it only made sense you would comply.

When people who lived in Nazi Germany were asked why they didn't stop Hitler or see what was going on sooner, they replied by saying that it started slowly with simple things before snowballing into the terror that became Nazi Germany. It started off small, much like the red flags in your relationship. How did it ever come to this?

After he began regulating what you wore, you thought it would be smooth sailing from there but you were wrong. He demanded you put your income in a shared account with him. This baffled you but he made it make sense to you as well. '(y/n), we need to save for our future, a shared account only makes sense.' He was right, wasn't he? The odd thing was that you couldn't touch the money. You didn't have any codes or anything else that could help you to identify yourself with the bank. It was all under Gojo's name anyways so it wasn't like it really mattered.

After that, he began to get angry with you over the simplest things. He would snap over his glass of water not being filled to a specific line that only he managed to see. This would send him into a fit, throwing things at you and yelling. You would yell back at him, that was until he struck you for the first time. You know how they say that if someone makes an excuse for something once, they'll do it again and again until it becomes a habit? Gojo had made it a habit rather quickly.

Your friends only worried about you because they stopped seeing you. They figured that it was fine though, you were in good hands with Gojo. Even when they saw him with another woman, they would assume it was work-related and tell you not to worry about it.

"Gojo, I saw you with my own eyes. You were with that woman." You spoke softly, tears filling your eyes.

"You're crazy, (y/n), I wasn't with any woman." He brushed you off like normal.

"But..." You spoke up to object.

"My God, do you not trust me or something? Why are you always trying to fight with me, huh?" He asked, towering over you.

"I just... I thought I saw you." You quickly changed your statement.

"Just like I said, you're crazy, you didn't see me anywhere." He turned on his heel to walk away from you.

You breathed out in relief. That relief didn't last long since his hand was instantly wrapped around your throat while your back was pinned against the wall. You yelped in pain and let the tears fall. You pulled at his hand to try and break free but of course, this was fruitless.

"Why were you outside without asking me?" He asked, tilting his head in a predator-like manner.

"I was just going to the store, we needed groceries." You answer meekly.

"I would've gotten them. Next time ask or else I won't let you out at all. Got it?" He asked, his smile dangerous. You nodded desperately.

"Good." He let go and you wrapped your own hands around your throat for protection, just in case he came back for more. You sobbed as silently as you could muster.

"Why are you grabbing your throat, huh?" He asked, frowning instantly.

"Because it hurts." You cry out, no longer muffling your sobs.

"Stop fucking yelling!" He grabs your hair, dragging you to the floor.

You scream more out of fear than pain. Once you're on the floor, he shoves your head into the cold carpet. The temperature felt nice in your hot face but the pressure was aggravating your delicate skin.

"Stop yelling okay?" He says a bit quieter this time, most likely because he doesn't want the neighbours to know. You cry as he does this, but you don't scream, nor are you loud enough to alert others.

"Just stop, (y/n), you're making a fucking scene." He spoke low through his clenched teeth.

"It hurts, Satoru." You whined.

"Then fucking stop." He growled. You instantly quieted, wanting nothing more than for it to end.

A few agonizingly long minutes passed as he waited to make sure you were done being loud. When he heard nothing more from you, he finally let go. Your head bobbed up as you made your way to your hands and knees. Gojo walked away, leaving you sobbing on the floor.

'Why me?'  you thought yet again. What did you do to deserve this hell that had been so cleverly disguised as heaven?  Maybe this was your punishment for thinking you were good enough to be with Gojo Satoru.

And so, as another black eye formed, you curled onto your side and let the tears run down your cheeks as you thought of possible ways to escape this nightmare. That's right, you couldn't. You were as helpless as ever, but this time it was your doing.