Remember Me? | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

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An uproar was to be expected. Questions and criticism and pseudo-helpful comments were to be expected. I anticipated all of it even though I have no answers to the questions, I won't take any criticism on this matter, and my aggression can only handle so many "helpful" comments.

What I neither expected nor anticipated was not seeing Gojo for three whole days. Three days, and all we've heard from each other were a few texts here and there, catching up on the situation in our clans.

So, needless to say, this is a pretty fucking awful situation. Politics aside. Well, yes, and the political state of the whole Jujutsu world isn't quite so peachy either. Turns out that our ancestors were really petty people and made damn sure that our two clans are so tightly woven into the fabric of the Jujutsu clans that it's not that easy to untangle ourselves while leaving the rest of the world standing.

There's not only damage to salvage in my own clan and in Gojo's, no, we have to make sure that every single clan under our command and protection knows what's happening. Well, that part isn't quite so hard, to be honest, because as soon as I was out of that meeting, our clans knew. The whole world knew. As soon as Gojo and I set those words out into the world, they knew. "Gojo clan," "(y/ln) clan," and the word "allies" don't go well together. So, of course, it causes confusion.

Do you care to hear about this? Do you want to know how Gojo and I managed to smooth the tides and, more-or-less, successfully bring our clans together in just three days? Do you care to hear about that, or should I just skip over the boring political stuff and get to the point where we...? No? Okay, let me give you a quick run-down of the most important things that happened up until now:

I finally got the chance to get back at Yuto, and it was fully encouraged by the only person who had a say in this matter: me. My parents told me not to, told me he's family and that they're sure he didn't know what he was doing. I laughed and told them that he sure as shit knew very well what he was doing. When I confronted him, he gave me this smirk and told me he would do it again if given the chance. "Getting rid of one more piece of scum," he said. I raised my eyebrows and gave a better smirk back; one that said, "You're so fucked, little guy."

He tried to fight me. Like physically fight me. My God, I can't even tell you how hard I laughed. It was beautiful. He genuinely tried, and what's even more beautiful is that I didn't even get a single scratch. I almost took pity on him until he spat at my feet and told me I'm a whore who sold out her clan for some good dick. Honestly, all I could think about in that moment was that maybe Yuto would have accepted Gojo's relationship offer if it had ever come to it.

Well, obviously, Yuto has been residing in a cell ever since. Not Gojo's cell, of course. That one is reserved for... I don't know. Stronger people than my worm of a cousin.

Speaking of cousins: Lara has been promoted to the inner circle. Finally. I've always been angry at the fact that she wasn't. Because she's just as much family as I am, but she's just a niece with a different last name, so there was nothing my parents could do. They said. I, however, took Lara to the restaurant. She's running this joint with me now as my advisor, and she's really good at it. Got me through these three days almost unscathed.

My parents, well, they were demoted to advisors under Lara's command. I value their opinions, sure. After all, they've kept this clan running for years. But times are changing, and soon, my parents' opinions will be outdated, and they will be just another pair of old grunts around that long table.

Kenji and Akito went back to Kyoto and Tokyo to check things out there and drop by the schools. They had had loud sex before they left. I didn't need to know about that, but how was I supposed to know that casually walking by Akito's room could result in me hearing... that?

Utahime called. And Shoko called. Geto didn't call. Utahime was furious with me even though she still doesn't know that I've had Gojo this entire time, and she never will know. As you'd expect, Shoko was way more calm about this whole thing. Basically, all she said was, "We always knew you would get along." And that was that.

And how did the whole thing with our clans go, you might ask? Well. Loyalty. It's a tricky thing. It can stem from so many things. In our case, it's fear, love, and respect. It can break too easily. In our case, it held up. I don't know which of these things made the people follow us - fear, love, or respect - but they did. So far, they're following.

Okay, I think we're all caught up. Let me tell you what's happening right now, then:

I'm sitting on my bed, legs crossed, and a book in my lap, waiting for Gojo. He should be showing up any minute now. Yesterday, we decided that now that our clans are fine with our decisions, they should be fine with us, too. My clan needs to do more than follow only me. They'll have to follow Gojo now, too. And his clan has to follow me. So he'll come to make amends. Kinda. More like give reassurance and ask for acceptance. And I'll do the same in front of his people tomorrow.

Just as I flip the page of my book, Gojo appears in my room out of thin air, starling me so much that I nearly drop my book. "For fuck's sake, don't do that!" I snap, my heart pounding in my chest.

Gojo grins, not at all bothered by my outburst. (Which is new and, quite honestly, a bit weird.) "You seem so happy to see me."

I roll my eyes. "I'd be happier if you knocked like any normal person instead of just teleporting straight into my room like a psychopath."

He's still grinning, and just when I want to get up to pull him in for a kiss, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room and shuts the door. I'm in this awkward half-sitting, half-standing position, frozen in disbelief. What the hell is he doing? And then he knocks. That little shit.

I rip open the door, grab a fistful of his shirt, and pull him into the room. He chuckles, stumbles against me, and slams the door shut behind us with his foot while his lips are already on mine. My hand is still clasping his shirt even when we stumble over to my bed until my legs hit it and I'm forced to sit down. Gojo is bending down now, towering over me.

"God, I missed you," he whispers against my lips.

I can't help it. I grin. "I missed you too," I whisper back, then tug at his shirt again. "Now carry on."

But he only just laughs and pulls away completely until I'm left with nothing but the memory of his lips against mine. I pull a face, which makes him chuckle again, and he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead. Gojo softly runs his fingers through my hair before standing up straight and looking around.

"So this is your room," he says, stemming his hands in his hips.

Right, he still hasn't really seen my room. I nod, a bit unnecessarily since the question was very obviously a rhetorical one, and say, "Yeah. This is my room."

Gojo nods, too, and I watch as his eyes take everything in. His lips quip into a little smile when he notices the pictures on my dresser - those of me and Lara and the ones with Akito and Kenji. And even one of the two of us, with Shoko, Utahime, and Geto in front of the pizza place. Gojo's smile falters a little, turns a little harder and sadder, and he tears his eyes away.

"Are you ready to do this?" he asks me

I smile and shake my head. "Absolutely not. Are you?"

Gojo's lips stretch into a grin. "Fuck no."

"Let's do this?" It comes out as more of a question than a confident statement, but gojo doesn't seem shaken by that. If anything, his grin only widens more.

"Let's."