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Not strong enough. | Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
chapter: one
summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it’s a guy fucking up your life…. how pathetic could your life get?
summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it’s a guy fucking up your life…. how pathetic could your life get?
genre: MDNI, college au, angsty and maybe some fluff, fem reader, use of y/n, mention of past violence, drinking, cheating, divorced parents, reader has a younger brother, first daughter troop, Gojo being Gojo, future smut, reader in her head a lot she’s been through enough staff give her a break, will add more tags as this progress.
a/n: WOW would you look at that, finally releasing this series^^. Please be nice, this is my first fic and I’ll be making this into a series, yippie! I hope it’s to your liking, yeah, I mean YOU!
N.B. found the pictures on Pinterest.
word count: mmm forgot to, please forgive me…..
Where should you even begin…….
You never really believed in love after your parents’ divorce. call it whatever you want, but seeing the two people who were the representation of what love looks like hate each other, break each other’s hearts, and in the process forget how everything they’re doing is breaking not only them but you and your brother as well, broke you.
The fights were constant, the cheating got worse, the drinking increased, and in the midst of this all, both parents seemed to have forgotten the children. You had to step up at such a young age and be the mom and dad to your younger brother, and honestly, you tried with whatever a 12-year-old could do at that time, you tried shielding your brother from all those horrible fights and screaming fits, you tried, you really did.
But there was only so much one could do.
. IN THE PRESENT.
“College was the one place youth got to redeem themselves, start anew.” is what your father said to you on the drive to your student residence. It was the week before classes would start, and your father insisted on driving you there because he wanted to spend ‘some time with you’. Being in a 5-hour drive with the old men wasn’t your idea of bonding or whatever this is. The guy was way too quiet and said weird dad jokes. OKEY!! The jokes were kind of funny, honestly, you don’t know at this point, the men always had a way to make you laugh and cry and hate him and love him……..
Ughhhhhhhhhh
Anyway! The point is things got awkward pretty quick, and the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. But at the end of it all, you reached your destination and unloaded a batch of your bags, and the old men were generous enough and helped taking your bags up. Before he left, he gave you an awkward hug and…
“y/n, I know……you and me aren’t as close as we used to be and the reason for that is me, but please……Please promise me you’ll call me whenever you’re having a hard time or anything at all, anytime of the day or night, I’ll pick up…promise me, please?
This was new, and is he crying? Ooh god, what’s wrong now? And what’s with the promising him things, he’s making this hard for you as always. Why couldn’t he just say bye and leave, what’s with the overly display of emotions?
What y/n wouldn’t say is, what her father was asking from her is what she always wanted, she always wanted him to care, to show emotions, to hug her, but y/n made a wall so high around her emotions that no one could climb them nor break them down, not even she could escape from within them they were solid and unclimbable and that was that. So, she did what she thought she was good at and lied as always.
”……ok dad, I promise I will’’ y/n said as she hugged him back, after that whole ordeal, father left and a whole lot of un-packing had to be done.
The week passed so quickly, it was already Monday, and guess what? You had at 7:30, who starts a class at 7:30 MAN? ooh and you know what’s the funny part about this, you woke up at 10…….yeah 10! class ended two hours ago, and this was the first day THE FIRST DAY! You seriously need to fix your sleeping schedule you can’t go on like this.
With that, you got up and hit the shower, got dressed, and headed to campus, you know that feeling when you go out in public, and the public is there? yep, that’s how you feel right now.
“Ooh god, why did I leave my earpads? oh yeah, to interact with people, Pshh! what a joke, as if I’d do that. What was I even thinking?”
“huh? are you talking to me?”
“What? ooh no sorry, I was just…. I wasn’t talking to you I’m so sorry about that”
“okey, but like why are you talking to yourself? that’s kinda weird if you ask me, and it also kinda makes you look creepy”
“Well, I never asked in the first place, please excuse me”
You said, as you walked past him and headed to your statistics class, OK, maybe murmuring to yourself isn’t the brightest idea out there because this blue-eyed freak was looking at you like you just murdered his pet or something, but damn! can’t a woman think out loud or something?
You got to the lecture hall and settled for a seat in the middle, the safest choice, honestly, not too much at the back and not too much at the front, just right this way, maybe you won’t get picked out or something. Being the center of attention is something you do not need this semester or the next or ever, this way it will cause you less stress and maybe you’ll be less anxious.
Gojo’s prov
“what the fuck….” he said as you walked past him, damn where you really pissed by that? it was a damn joke, somebody should get that stick out of your ass, so uptight.
Gojo met up with his friends, Geto, Nanami, and Shoko. and as they talked about different topics, and someway somehow, he ended up bringing up the little interaction he had with you.
“yeah, and after that she just walked away, like come on man I try to be nice for a day and that happens, ughh! never again.”
“Satoru, you do realize you literally called her crazy right? maybe that’s what pissed her off.” said the raven-haired men.
“I’d get pissed too honesty, she’s vailed.” shoko charmed in as she took a drag of her cigarette and passed it on to Nanami. “either way Satoru you can’t expert everyone to be as cherry as you are and she’s probably a freshman with how she reacted to you” shoko added on to that.
“yahhh, makes sense but still, really Satoru?” Geto asked Gojo because sometimes he wondered how Gojo’s mind worked.
“I’d be pissed to, can you imagine seeing Gojo on your first day here” Nanami added on to that while giving said men a glace and shivering at the thought.
“WHAT! NUMBER ONE, I DID NOT CALL HER CRAZY AND SHOKO WHAT THE HELL, SHE’S NOT VAILED FOR THAT” Gojo said. “AND ANYONE WOULD BE VERY PLESSED WITH SEEING THIS FACE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING MY BEAUTY IS UNMATCHED NANAM!!!”
Gojo was always throwing a fit over something as useless as whatever this was, but his friends were used to it. It was kind of the Gojo-package deal that came with him. It’s either you get used to it or you don’t, either way, he wouldn’t change, that’s just him.
“Anyway, I got to go, Utahime is waiting for me” Shoko said as she got up from where she was sitting.
“utahime…why would she be waiting for you?” Nanami asked as he heard Utahime’s name, Nanami thought he was being slick about it, but Shoko could tell that he had a thing for her friend, and she finds it rather funny at how he always asks about her and how he acts around her, it kills her on how utahime hasn’t sensed that Nanami has a HUGE crush on her but hey, that’s none of her business.
“yeah, I’m meeting up with Uta and she’s gonna introduce me to her new roommate, we’re probably gonna sit around and do-nothing, bye guys!” Shoko waved goodbye at the boys, headed straight to where Utahime said they’d meet up.
later on…
Your roommate Utahime got back from her classes with a friend she said she’d introduce you to. Shoko was her name and damn was she pretty.
“Shoko, this is y/n and y/n this is Shoko. I already kind of told you that her name, right? Anyway, yeah y/n is a first-year student,” Utahime introduced the two girls to one another as she went to the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks for the three of them.
“yes, you did tell me, hey Shoko” y/n said as she gave Shoko a hug’’ it’s nice to finally meet you…. you’re pretty’’
“Well, that’s very nice of you, thanks, and it’s very nice to meet you too, sorry I couldn’t come on Saturday, had a killer headache thought I was gonna die”
Utahime got back from the kitchen and placed the beverages on the coffee table, as she sat on the floor crossing her legs.
“I bet you were out getting drunk with them huh? Shoko, you should really turn it down a notch before your liver gives out on you, you’re literally studying medicine, how do you not know about this?’’ Looks like Utahime isn’t big on that huh.
’'You’re the last person to be telling me about that, you’re the biggest drunk I know, Utahime” oooh guess I was wrong about that.
“WHAT? I am not a drunk and I stopped drinking a long time ago, I’m cleansing my body, mind, and soul, I’m a changed person”
“ooh please, we both know that won’t last at all. You do this every time the year starts, and you’ve only stopped for like what? four days only” It looks like they’ve known each other for some time, that must be nice, I wonder if-
“ y/n….y/n hello! Did you hear what I asked you?” what did Shoko say?
“no, what was it?”
“I was asking if you’re a drinker or not? And what’s wrong where’s your mind at, girl?” Shoko asked as she noticed that y/n was kind of daydreaming about something.
“OH, yeah, I do, and I was just thinking about…my dog kinda miss my boy you know” aaaah there it is the lying, you weren’t even thinking about your poor dog, but you couldn’t tell her what it is you were exactly thinking of right?
“that’s great! since uta has a thing going on, I hope you wouldn’t mind coming with me for drinks, right?” Shoko asked with a gleam in her eyes, hands pressed together as if she was begging you.
“totally, I’d like that, gives me the excuse of actually going somewhere” you laughed awkwardly
“GREAT!”
Well, Shoko looks happy about that, maybe this will be a good thing. Who knows, you might make some friends.
Nah!
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Fathers are allowed to have bad days and moods, to take up space. Daughters are difficult and needy if they do the same.
My dad is allowed to change the atmosphere of the entire household after a tough day at work.
"Don't bother him, he's feeling a bit down."
"Don't talk back at him, keep the peace."
"You're irritating him, drop the subject."
"We don't need to talk about this."
"Look what you made him do."
"Now go tell him you're sorry." (Even if you're not. Especially if you're not.)
And yet I'm the emotional one in the house? Oh, I get it now.
Anger isn't an emotion, you see. It's just how men express themselves. They keep their emotions in all the time, you see, because they don't want to bother anyone else.
And of course, if it all blows up once in a while, that's only understandable. Give him a pass. Just this once.
Or twice,
Or for an entire lifetime.
How selfless, how tough. Be their punching bag, then go give them a hug.