[𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧] Y/n believed herself to be fairly good at deciphering peoples feelings, perhaps that was the reason she always found herself trying to play cupid for everyone around her. She could see it from their eyes, the feelings they held. But when it came to her own, she would rather hide under a table than face them. After all, the one she loved so desperately was her childhood friend. The guy she loved ever since she knew what the word meant. Gojo Satoru. Her only want. Fate was not kind enough though, not even to someone who had spent her whole life running behind one person. For, the only man she wanted, did not want her. "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆." (ragebait read 🤍) - #1 on childhoodfriends (16/11/2025) #1 on animexreader (29/11/ 2025) #1 on anime (4/12/2025) #1 on gojosatoru (4/12/2025) #1 on jjkxreader (6/12/2025) #1 on gojosatoruxreader (6/12/2025) #1 on angst (18/01/2026) #1 on jujutsukaisen (4/01/2026) #11 on xreader (12/01/2026) #1 on bittersweet (10/03/2026) #2 on slowburn (27/04/2026) #5 on gojoxreader (22/04/2026)

• 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝔁 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓭? • Nerd Gojo x fem reader Slow burn Smut Fluff English is not my first language so please keep that in mind guys!

When Gojo and you were studying at Jujutsu High, you couldn't help but fall deeply in love with your best friend. But years have passed, and you still remain Gojo's only weak point. To your misfortune. (Slow burn| Spoilers) (Read it in Spanish on Wattpad: @_Hiroka_ )

You didn't mean to fall in love with him. He was just a roommate-sharp-tongued, distant, always half-turned away like a closed door. Levi Ackerman lived in the quiet between slammed cabinets and unspoken rules, in the spaces where words refused to exist. You learned his silence before you learned his name. You paint to survive. He watches without meaning to. Somewhere between late nights and shared air, he becomes your muse-his scars, his restraint, the way he carries grief like a second spine. You paint him in fragments because loving him whole feels too dangerous. Every brushstroke is a confession you never say aloud. Every glance is a war you pretend not to fight. Enemies learn each other's rhythms. Roommates learn each other's ghosts. Lovers learn how to stay. But Levi has always been a man shaped by loss, and loving him means learning how to be quiet with the ache. This is a story about longing that lingers, about love spoken in pauses and paint-stained hands, about two people who only know how to touch through absence. He never asks to be seen. You never ask to be loved. And yet- in the hush of shared rooms and unfinished canvases, you begin to understand: some love stories aren't written in words. They're painted.

⤷ "The second she lets her guard down, you drop her. Publicly. I want her to know what it feels like to be the one left standing in the dirt while everyone else watches." "You're pathetic," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Maybe," Hana whispered, her eyes dancing with a manic light. "But you've never turned down a challenge." -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼 𝙗𝙚𝙩. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡. 𝙉𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩-𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧.