Jujutsu Fan Fic Collection

Gojo gets a new Tailor

Satoru was finding it rather hard to stay away from you these days. He wasn't supposed to be pining over someone who wasn't a curse user, but watching you work in that high-end clothing store through the window was something of a pastime for him. Your hair was always in a different intricate style every day. Your smile when helping customers was always genuine and reached your eyes. Sometimes, he even heard your laughter peal through the front window when a customer was actually funny, or your coworkers were gossiping to fill the time. He never followed you, never watched longer than a few minutes, but anytime a job brought him to this part of Tokyo, he made sure to stop by. You weren't his usual tailored clothing store, but he was considering making the change.

The door opened with the soft jingle of the ever-present sleigh bells, and at the same time, Satoru's phone buzzed in his pocket. Acquiring a new tailor would have to wait for another day, it seemed.

"Go for Gojo," he said as he answered the phone.

"We need you to get back to the school. Principal Yaga is trying to convince the elders that Itadori is still dead. They're asking questions again." Ijichi sounds like he's one second away from crying. The muffled yelling in the back tells Satoru this is serious.

"I'll be there in two seconds," he mutters and hangs up the phone. With a long sigh, he glances at you through the window one last time before vanishing into thin air.

A few days have passed since the last time the sorcerer was in this particular shopping district. Only this time, he was here on purpose and not pure coincidence. He drew in a deep breath as he pulled open the door to the tailor shop. With a vague excuse about an excursion to the other end of the island for the next week, Satoru finally found time to acquire a new tailor. You, to be precise. The familiar soft jingle of the sleigh bells met his ears as he entered the empty shop.

"Welcome to Toshiko's Tailors; I'll be with you in just a moment," calls out a soft voice from somewhere deep in the shop. Satoru pulls off the thick sunglasses he's wearing and rubs his eyes with one hand. Being able to refresh his brain might always make keeping limitless easier, but sometimes he needed a break. He figured that a tailor shop in this quaint touristy part of Tokyo wouldn't be too much of an issue. Besides, it's not like he hadn't already exorcised all of the curses in this area time and again. Just to keep one particular stranger safe.

"Sorry about the wait," a soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He lowered his hand to find you bowed over at the waist. "I was just finishing up this week's order for more inventory, but I'm all yours now."

"No need to apologize so formally," Satoru said as he leaned against the front counter. "I'm just here to take up your time for a few hours. I've grown bored with my old tailor and thought I would switch things up."

You straightened back up, and that pure and genuine smile was already present on your face, "What made you choose this shop in particular?"

"Work often finds me in this area and also often ends with my clothes getting all messed up in some way or another," he explains as he tries not to study every inch of your body. He's never been this close to you before.

"Are you planning to overhaul your whole wardrobe as well?" It looks like you might not want to do all that extra work right now, but he wants as much of your time as he can get because he knows any interactions you will have after this will be short.

"Maybe not the whole thing," Satoru chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. "I would like a few new outfits, though."

"Well then, right this way," you say as you bow again, and he knows because of your training that you won't straighten back up until he's walked past. So he stares at your ass until he's right in front of you. Once he's passed, he glues his eyes to the wall in front of him and focuses instead on your footsteps. Confident and assured in the heels work requires you to wear.