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Satoru Gojo // ''ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢiᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ...'' [🌧️🔥🌶️]

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>> MALE Reader

Redeemed!Bully!Gojo 

!!! TW: verbal bullying       degradation, overstim, slight dacryphilia explicit smut (w/ male genetalia, non-male genetalia havers feel free using your imaginations)!!!

[2.1k+ words]

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He was an absolute asshole to you, and he'll do anything to make up for it. 

Anything. 

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Satoru has always been the cocky type: instinctively putting himself on a pedestal above everyone

His days at Jujutsu Tech were when the golden snowy haired blue eyed little brat excelled, his easy victories and impressive fights gassing his ego up to astronomical levels

Of course, it gets quite lonely at the top; no one could understand Satoru, no one could understand why he was the way he was— why he was so discontent at the very top. He was so untouchable he was unable to properly keep in touch with his humanity— his humility— both figuratively and literally with that damned infinity of his

Then he met you, Second Year of Jujutsu Tech, and the first time in his life where Satoru felt threatened. It was as if you could see right into his soul,— you saw him, you understood him,— and you absolutely terrified him. You were the only person who could genuinely touch him, touch his heart— his mind, and empathize with the all powerful sorcerer. For the first time, Satoru felt vulnerable

You were dangerous, powerful, the fact you could somehow be up to par with the mindset of such a divine being like him meant you were compitetion. A rival. You could take everything away from Satoru; his distance from society, the 'strongest' facade he put up,— his place as the "strongest" entirely. Without that, Satoru had nothing— if you somehow surpassed him, he'd have nothing, he'd be nothing. There was only one solution in Satoru's mind: you needed to be stopped, he had to beat you, at any cost.

How dare you be so cocky, so arrogant: asking him if he was 'alright' or if he needed someone to 'talk to'. How dare you mock him like that. Shame on you, for telling him it was okay to show his emotions, to be openly vulnerable. He saw right through your guise, — he knew you only meant harm. He was not to be so easily fooled by your charms. You were a stuck up pain in the ass, trying to get him vulnerable all so you could swoop in and attack. You thought you were so strong, huh? You thought you were sooo much better than him? He oughtta remind you of your place, he ought to re-establish himself as the "Strongest", show you that you weren't all that hot shit you claimed to be.

And he did just that: every little mistake,— every lil' slip up,— every lil' wrong step or wrong word and he'd be on you in an instant. He was unreasonably cruel, berating and belittling,— telling you how "worthless" you were or how "absolute shit of a sorcerer" you were. He tormented you for the next two years, reminding you of exactly where you belong,— gravel, beneath his feet. And like gravel, he'd stomp and tread on you, spit and swear at you,— treat you like the tiny, insignificant thing you were. Think you're hot shit for sympathizing with him? Satoru would make you regret the day you ever got the gual to walk up to him and ask about his "feelings"

But you'd just smile; after all that,— all those insults and snide remarks, the cruel words and name- calling, you'd just sit there and take it. And you had the audacity to fucking smile at him, to pretend to be patient and 'understanding'. It made Satoru sick to his stomach,— the higher ups and teachers wouldn't do shit. They'd never do anything to somehow anger the all powerful Satoru Gojo— no one would ever help you. You were all alone... and fucking still... you just looked at him with that STUPID. FUCKING. KINDNESS that choked his heart every. Single. Time. In your eyes.