Author's Notes:
Hi everyone!
This fanfic is created randomly because I was bored and asked chatgpt to pretend to be Satoru Gojo (and my boyfriend heh). It was kind of frustrating because chatgpt doesn't know what kind of story I want it to be. So this is where we are now. I AM CREATING THIS SO I KNOW WHERE I WANT THE STORY TO GO.
A few reminders: (It will be updated as we go.)
1. Please do not repost without my permission. However, feel free to share the link to this work. This is posted both on AO3 and here.
2. This is AU CANON. I tried hard to fit the anime/manga to the fanfic. Saying that, this storyline will somehow deviate from the anime/manga storyline. Somewhere at the end of season 2 in the anime.
3. There will be some scenes related to the anime/manga but do not expect all of them to appear in here as this is narrated in FMC's POV.
4. Satoru Gojo in this story is not blindfolded. He's wearing the round sunglasses we all love.
5. This is a FANFIC. Please don't take it too seriously and be nitty-gritty with the specifics from the anime/manga. It's made this way for the plot.
6. PLEASE, PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS. I want to know what you guys think. And it will inspire me to write quicker. Believe me, I type like mad when I'm inspired. (Like I typed this within 6 hours. Hehe) Thanks. ;)
P.S: I updated early because I have already written this chapter before I even published the first one. But from now on, it will be weekly updates. :) Please don't forget to leave a review, favourite and follow this story if you want to read it as soon as it's updated! :)
Love, SP
The Other Half
A JJK Fanfic
Satoru Gojo x FMC
Chapter 2: Carrot Necklace
"Ahh! I remember now!" Satoru suddenly exclaimed, clapping his soapy hands together and sending bubbles floating everywhere. The room filled with the faint, pleasant scent of vanilla and lavender. I leaned back against him, letting out a contented sigh as the warm water rippled around us.
We were in the middle of a luxurious bubble bath, the tub overflowing with fluffy, iridescent suds. Satoru had insisted on this after what he deemed a "grueling" first day back at school, claiming that both of us needed to unwind together. Of course, it had been his idea to go all out—aromatherapy candles flickered softly around us, their warm light dancing on the tiled walls.
"I was supposed to treat my dear students to dinner!" he announced, as if the realization had just dawned on him. He absently traced gentle circles around my shoulder with his fingertips, causing me to squirm involuntarily.
"It tickles," I murmured with a laugh, twisting slightly to catch his wandering hand. I squeezed it lightly before pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Satoru."
"I didn't mean to forget," he protested, feigning a pout as he pulled me closer, his chest flush against my back. "It's just… I really wanted to come home and spend time with you, Eri."
His breath was warm against my neck as he nuzzled the side of my nape, planting a few soft kisses just below my ear. I could feel him smiling against my skin.
"Let me wash your back," he offered, his voice low and playful.
I raised an amused eyebrow and handed him the loofah, smirking. "Getting pampered by Satoru Gojo himself—what would the world say if they knew that you were such a baby?"
"They'd be jealous, of course," he replied with a cheeky grin. "But lucky for you, I'm all yours."
"Such a generous soul," I teased, but couldn't help the warmth that blossomed in my chest. "Thanks, Sa-chan."
"Anytime, Eri," he whispered, and I felt the sincerity in his tone.
Satoru lathered the loofah with soap, his long fingers moving with an uncharacteristic tenderness as he began to work it over my shoulders and down my back in slow, careful circles. The suds slid down my skin, leaving trails of slick warmth in their wake. And then, as if on cue, every spot he cleaned, he would lean in and plant small, featherlight kisses, the sensation of his lips following the path of the loofah.
"Sa-chan…" I breathed out, my voice coming out softer than I intended. My skin tingled from the combination of the soothing bath and his gentle touches. "Don't start something you're not planning to finish."
I could feel the way he stilled behind me for a moment, his grip on the loofah tightening as if my words had flipped a switch. Then, he dropped the loofah entirely, letting it splash into the water.
"Who said I'm not planning to finish?" His tone had a teasing edge, but the way his hands found my waist and held me firmly told a different story. He tilted my chin, angling my face toward him until our gazes locked. He leaned in, eyes half-lidded, and closed the distance between us in a slow, soapy kiss.
"Is that a threat?" I whispered, a shiver running through me at the intensity in his eyes.
"It's a promise," he murmured against my lips, his voice dropping lower. The smirk that followed sent another wave of heat coursing through me.
Before I could respond, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against him, and dipped his head, capturing my lips again with a deliberate slowness.
-xXxXx-
"There he is!" Nobara's voice rang out with a mix of accusation and triumph as she pointed dramatically at Satoru. The two of us were seated outside under the shade of a sprawling Sakura tree, the delicate pink petals swaying lightly with the autumn breeze. The weather was perfect—cool enough to enjoy lunch outdoors but still warm enough that it felt comfortable.
I glanced over at Satoru, who paused mid-bite, his chopsticks hovering in the air. He turned toward the source of the commotion and raised an eyebrow, clearly confused as to why his students were converging on us like a trio of detectives with an unsolved case.
"What's this about?" He shrugged nonchalantly, then resumed munching on his tempura as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
The three students jogged up to us and plopped down on the grass with their own lunches in tow. Yuuji had his usual bento—packed to the brim with sausages, corn, and perfectly shaped onigiri. Megumi and Nobara carried plastic bags from the school cafeteria, Nobara struggling slightly as she fumbled with a plastic container.
"Hello, Nagi-sensei!" they all greeted in unison, their voices harmonizing with a surprising level of coordination.
I couldn't help but laugh, feeling as if I'd been transported back to a classroom. "Hello, everyone," I replied warmly, giving them a small wave. "What brings you here? What did Satoru do this time?" I asked, eyeing him playfully. Satoru flashed me a grin, but I could see a glimmer of guilt in his eyes.
"He promised he'd take us out to dinner on the first day of school!" Nobara declared, pouting as she yanked open the plastic wrapper of her yakisoba bread. "And he didn't!"
"It's been more than a week, and he still hasn't taken us anywhere!" Yuuji chimed in, practically inhaling an entire onigiri in one bite. A few grains of rice clung stubbornly to his cheek.
"He disappears exactly at 4 p.m. each day." Megumi added dryly, peeling open a string cheese with an expression that somehow conveyed both resignation and judgment.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Sounds just like Satoru," I mused, glancing at him. "He's always been a bit of a disappearing act."
"Hmph!" Satoru gave a dismissive wave, feigning indifference. "I had… important things to do."
"Like what?" Nobara challenged, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Running home with Nagi-sensei to binge-watch dramas doesn't count."
"Hey, that was one time!" he protested.
"And that time you said you had 'world-saving duties' but really just went to the bakery to get those matcha cream puffs," Megumi pointed out, sighing deeply as if exhausted by just recounting Satoru's antics. I blushed guiltily. I had those cream puffs, too.
"Can you blame me?" Satoru looked almost hurt. "Those were seasonal and limited edition."
I stifled another laugh. These kids were relentless when they teamed up against him.
"Well then," I interjected, an idea forming in my head, "why don't you all come over for dinner tonight? I'll cook."
"WHAT?" Satoru's protest was immediate. He set down his bento box, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Really, Nagi-sensei?!" Nobara's entire demeanor shifted. She averted her gaze and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, pretending to be demure. It was almost comical. "We wouldn't want to impose…"
"Of course, you wouldn't," I said with a knowing smile, waving off her faux politeness. "It's no trouble at all."
"It's a huge trouble!" Satoru whined, folding his arms like a petulant child. "I was planning to rest tonight." He looked at me with a pleading gaze, but I could see the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips.
I leaned in closer to him and winked. "Oh, you know you secretly want them to come over. You just love showing off that you have a girlfriend who can cook."
"Ah… the truth comes out," Yuuji murmured, grinning cheekily.
"Fine," Satoru relented with a dramatic sigh. "But you're all helping clean up afterward, got it?"
"YAY!" The trio cheered in unison, and I could practically see imaginary sparkles around their heads as they celebrated their victory.
"Fushiguro already volunteered for dish duty!" Nobara declared quickly, thrusting her arm in the air.
"Huh?" Megumi blinked in surprise, his face contorting with confusion. "Since when—" He didn't get to finish as Nobara elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
I smiled warmly at the sight of these three young sorcerers who had already managed to capture Satoru's heart, even if he'd never outright admit it. Watching them together made it clear why he was so protective of them, why he cherished these fleeting moments of normalcy in a world so often dominated by chaos and danger.
As the students continued bickering lightheartedly over who would handle which chore, I silently hoped that days like these—filled with laughter, friendship, and the simple joy of sharing a meal—would last forever.
-xXxXx-
"I want sukiyaki for dinner," Satoru mumbled lazily as we strolled down the street, his fingers laced tightly with mine.
"That sounds good," I agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "But we're out of most of the ingredients. We should probably hit the supermarket first."
"To the supermarket~" he sang cheerfully. He let go of my hand only to wrap his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer as we continued walking. Every few steps, he pointed out something random—a dog wearing a raincoat, a storefront with an unusually large statue of a frog, a cat perched majestically on a bicycle seat. Each observation was accompanied by a silly comment that left me chuckling.
As we reached the supermarket entrance, his arm still remained firmly around me, making it a bit tricky for him to grab a shopping basket with his free hand. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, I'm not going to get lost or anything," I teased, shooting him a playful smile.
"Oh, I know you won't," he replied without missing a beat. "I'm just preventing you from wandering off and getting distracted by something shiny." He scanned the store with a dramatic flair, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "Shall we start in the vegetable aisle?" He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze, as if sealing the deal.
"Shiny, huh?" I decided to play along, feigning thoughtfulness. I raised my left hand and waved it slightly, fingers spread apart. "Like, maybe… something shiny missing from my finger?" I couldn't suppress the laugh that bubbled up as I watched his expression change from mischievous to amused surprise.
"Watch it, I might take that personally." He tilted his head toward me, one eyebrow arched, lips curling into a smirk.
"It's just a joke," I assured, poking his cheek playfully before sticking my tongue out at him. "Although…" I paused for dramatic effect, my tone shifting to something softer. "Erina Gojo does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" I emphasized the name, watching his reaction closely.
Satoru's smile widened until it looked like his face might split in half. "I can help with that," he declared, voice brimming with excitement. He glanced around and grabbed a baby carrot from the produce stand. With the efficiency of a magician, he tied a small rubber band around it, creating a makeshift ring. Then, with exaggerated elegance, he took my left hand and slipped the "ring" onto my finger.
"Ta-da! Got you a one-carrot ring," he announced, winking proudly. "It's healthy and stylish. How about that?"
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help grinning back. "You're really selling it, huh? Maybe I should just serve you carrots for dinner as thanks."
He gasped dramatically, clutching the basket closer. "And let my poor, innocent students eat all the good food while I starve on rabbit fare? NO WAY!" His last two words were spoken with such childlike indignation that a few nearby shoppers turned their heads, smiling at the scene.
"Alright, alright, drama queen." I laughed, handing him a plump napa cabbage. "No carrots-only dinner. I guess you're safe—for now."
We moved through the aisles, Satoru tossing ingredients into the basket with a flourish, like he was performing in some kind of cooking show. Every now and then, he'd comment on some odd product or complain about a brand he didn't like, making exaggerated faces that kept me thoroughly entertained.
-xXxXx-
"How about we make it into a competition?" I suggested with a grin, slipping into Satoru's oversized hoodie to protect my clothes. I grabbed an apron from the drawer and tied it around my waist.
"What kind?" Satoru asked, eyes sparkling with interest as he watched me get ready. He nodded approvingly at my outfit and gave a playful thumbs up.
"We'll see who the better cook between us is," I challenged, handing him a pink apron. He didn't even flinch when I draped it over his head and tied it around his back. Instead, he stood still, arms raised, looking almost proud.
"I'm in," he agreed, turning to face me. "But what's the prize?" His voice dropped to a playful murmur as he placed both hands on the kitchen countertop on either side of me, effectively trapping me between him and the counter. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Do I get to be pampered by you tonight if you lose? Because I would very much like that."
"Sure," I replied, not backing down. "But let's raise the stakes." I smirked as I looked up at him, feeling a rush of excitement from the playful tension between us. "The loser has to wear a necklace made of carrots all day at school tomorrow." I teased him further by licking his lips briefly before pushing him away gently.
Satoru didn't budge. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and stole a deep, lingering kiss, making me forget everything for a moment. When he pulled back, his eyes glinted mischievously. "Don't start something you're not planning on finishing, Eri," he warned softly, tapping my nose gently before stepping back to grab the ingredients.
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," he volunteered.
The trio—Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi—burst into the house with excited greetings and quickly settled around the dining table. Nobara and Yuuji were animatedly pointing at everything, commenting on the decor and our kitchen setup.
"This is what you get when you have adult money," Satoru declared proudly, showing them various kitchen gadgets. Nobara caught sight of his pink apron and burst into laughter.
"Nice apron, Gojo-sensei," she teased, pulling out her phone and snapping photos.
"Hold up, let me pose for you," Satoru replied without missing a beat, striking exaggerated model-like poses. He even gave her a thumbs-up while pretending to whisk an imaginary bowl. Yuuji and Megumi were in stitches by the time Nobara put her phone down.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today—" Satoru suddenly announced, clapping his hands together. The sudden change in tone caught everyone off-guard.
"Why does this sound like a wedding?" Megumi muttered, sipping the tea Satoru had prepared for them.
"—to witness a cooking competition between Satoru Gojo, 'the best and the strongest sensei', and the beloved other half, the beautiful and amazing Erina Nagi!"
"Yesss! I'm so ready!" Yuuji cheered, throwing his hands up.
"Gojo-sensei, you can COOK?" Nobara gaped, raising a brow as if that was the most absurd thing she had ever heard.
"Why, of course, Kugisaki! I'm not just a pretty face, you know." Satoru placed a dramatic hand over his chest, looking utterly serious. "Stop underestimating your sensei's multifaceted talents."
"Uh-huh, sure." Nobara shook her head, unconvinced.
"Actually, he's pretty good," I cut in with a laugh, giving Satoru an affectionate glance as I wash my hands after slicing the vegetables. "I wouldn't challenge him otherwise."
"See?" Satoru crossed his arms and puffed out his chest proudly. "Respect your sensei, kids."
Before starting, we double-checked with the trio to ensure no one had any allergies or food sensitivities. The last thing we needed was an emergency run to the hospital—especially since my cursed technique wouldn't help much with an allergic reaction.
Once everything was set, we prepared two pans and placed them over the stove. As oil sizzled and heated up, we exchanged determined glances, our signature grins plastered on our faces.
"Be prepared to lose, Sa-chan." I cooed, blowing him a playful kiss.
"Never." He pretended to catch the imaginary kiss and place it over his heart. "You'd better bring your A-game, Eri."
I focused on my pan, dropping the beef slices in and adding soy sauce, MSG, broth, and sugar. As I stirred slowly, I incorporated onions and celery, the aroma quickly filling the kitchen.
Behind us, Nobara and Yuuji started drumming on the table, pretending to hold an imaginary commentary. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to witness the most legendary cooking battle that will be talked about for centuries!" Nobara announced, pretending to hold a microphone.
"This is no ordinary match," Yuuji added, thrusting his imaginary mic toward Megumi. "Fushiguro, any thoughts on who might win?"
"No comment," Megumi deadpanned, but the two began playfully bickering about his lack of enthusiasm, making me and Satoru chuckle.
I turned my attention back to my dish, adding bamboo shoots, green onions, mushrooms, and my secret ingredient—chestnuts. I glanced over at Satoru, who was concentrating on his own concoction beside me.
"Chestnuts, huh?" He snickered, glancing at my pan. Then, in an exaggeratedly offended tone, he turned back to the trio. "Oi, you three! I don't hear any support for your sensei here!"
"Go, Gojo-sensei!" Nobara cheered, pumping her fist in the air.
"Whoop, whoop, Gojo-sensei!" Yuuji waved his hands dramatically.
"Hurrah!" Megumi threw up his hands with minimal effort.
"That's not fair!" I laughed, shaking my head.
Once both dishes were ready, we carefully transferred them to serving bowls and brought them to the dining table. Everyone grabbed two bowls, one of each to sample both our sukiyaki. There was a brief pause as the trio took their first bites.
"Mmm, this is good!" Yuuji mumbled through a mouthful of my dish, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.
"Wow, Gojo-sensei's cooking is… actually edible," Nobara remarked with a raised brow as she sipped his broth.
Megumi gave a small nod of approval for both dishes, his face impassive.
Satoru and I exchanged anxious glances as they deliberated. With satisfied sighs, the trio pushed their empty bowls away, looking content.
"I think Nagi-sensei's dish was really flavorful," Yuuji mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "The chestnuts were a nice touch. They added sweetness and texture."
"I liked Gojo-sensei's better… annoyingly," Nobara admitted with a grimace, only to have Satoru throw a dishcloth at her playfully. She caught it with ease and waved it back at him. "The broth was milder, which made the other ingredients stand out more."
Finally, we all turned to Megumi, who suddenly looked uncomfortable under our collective gaze. "Uhh… I liked both?" he ventured.
"That doesn't help!" Nobara grumbled, smacking his shoulder lightly.
"But I really liked both!" Megumi insisted, huffing and crossing his arms defiantly.
Satoru and I shared a look, then burst into laughter. "I guess it's a tie, then?" I nudged him under the table with my foot.
"Ahhh, this shatters my pure, delicate heart that I didn't win, but…" Satoru placed his elbow on the table, cupping his face dramatically. "I guess that means I also didn't lose." He winked at me, the smile on his lips soft and genuine.
And just like that, our kitchen was filled with the sound of laughter and banter—an evening well spent.
-xXxXx-
"Sa-chan!" I called out, beaming at him just outside the school gates. It was a typical Friday morning, but Satoru looked like he'd barely survived a war. Dark circles shadowed his usually vibrant eyes, and his expression screamed of exhaustion. He'd been dreading the weekend, having been assigned a mission that would keep him busy for days.
At the sound of my voice, he turned his gaze towards me, his face lighting up slightly with curiosity. I flashed him a smile and reached into my bag. "Here you go. Happy Friday!" I chirped, pulling out an orange yarn necklace and draping it around his neck. Dangling from it were several carrots, swaying comically against his pristine white uniform.
Satoru blinked, staring at the absurd necklace before looking back at me with a bewildered expression. "Hey, I didn't lose the cooking competition, remember?"
"True," I said, taking a step back to admire my handiwork. "But it suits you, don't you think?" I grinned, trying to hold back a laugh at the sight of him—Satoru Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, wearing a carrot necklace like a fashion statement.
He raised a brow, glancing down at the carrot and then back at me. Seeing the gleam of mischief in my eyes, he exhaled a resigned chuckle. "I might just start a trend, you know? Don't be surprised if I'm featured in fashion magazines next month."
"Sure, I'm sure they'll call it the 'Gojo Couture Collection.'" I teased.
With a mock sigh, he pulled me closer, draping an arm around my waist as we walked into the school together.
I should've known better than to expect Satoru to be embarrassed by something as trivial as a carrot necklace. He strutted through the halls with it hanging around his neck like it was a badge of honor, greeting everyone with his usual exaggerated cheerfulness. Every staff member and student we passed received a brilliant smile and a casual nod, as if he wore priceless jewelry instead of produce.
"Morning, Maki!" he called out to a passing student, gesturing grandly at his carrot necklace. "Like the new accessory?"
Maki blinked in confusion but managed a polite smile, bowing slightly. "Um, it's… very unique, Gojo-sensei."
"Isn't it, though?" He grinned, unfazed, and led me further down the hallway until we reached the corridor leading to the infirmary. As expected, his three students were already there, waiting.
They'd made it a habit to meet him here, claiming it was the only way to ensure he wasn't too late for morning training. Today, however, they didn't even get to complain. The moment Nobara laid eyes on Satoru's necklace, she doubled over, bursting into raucous laughter.
"Bwahahaha! Gojo-sensei, what the hell is that?" She wheezed, pointing at the carrot swinging on his chest. Without missing a beat, she whipped out her phone and started snapping photos. "This is too good! What happened, Sensei? Lose a bet with Nagi-sensei?"
"Oh, it's my medal," Satoru replied nonchalantly, striking a ridiculous pose. "A testament to my culinary prowess, of course."
"Good morning, everyone." I greeted them with a wave. The trio straightened up and bowed in return, though Nobara's shoulders were still shaking from barely suppressed giggles. "Meet the latest trendsetter: Carrot-u Gojo." I gestured to Satoru with a grin as I unlocked the infirmary door.
Yuuji clutched his sides, barely containing his own laughter. "Carrot-u Gojo… I can't…!"
"THAT is definitely going to be the caption of this photo on Beamstagram!" Nobara gasped, giving Satoru a thumbs-up. "Hashtag #Carrot-uSensei. This is gold!"
Even Megumi, who usually remained stoic in the face of their antics, couldn't hide the small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shook his head as if trying to comprehend how their teacher could walk around with such confidence while wearing something so absurd.
"Carrot-u," Yuuji echoed, nodding approvingly. "It's catchy."
Satoru leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead before straightening up. "I won't hear the end of this now, will I?" He glanced at me, pretending to pout, though his eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Probably not," I replied, giggling at how effortlessly he managed to turn the situation into a spectacle. He might be an incredible sorcerer, but he was also just as good at turning heads—whether for his skills or for his outrageous behavior.
"See you at lunch, Eri," he murmured softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before releasing me.
"Sure thing, Carrot-u Gojo," I teased with a wink, watching as he turned back to face his students, his silly necklace swaying proudly.
As they walked away, I could hear Nobara's continued laughter echoing down the hall, accompanied by Yuuji's enthusiastic commentary and Megumi's deadpan responses. Satoru didn't seem bothered by it at all. If anything, he looked entertained.
It was just another morning at Jujutsu High—one filled with laughter, camaraderie, and, of course, a little bit of Gojo's unpredictable flair.
BONUS SIDE STORY:
The three students thanked Satoru Gojo and his girlfriend, Erina Nagi, for the delicious dinner they had hosted. As they slipped on their shoes and headed towards the door, Yuuji scratched his head, looking a bit puzzled.
"We never found out who the best cook is," he muttered absentmindedly, his voice trailing off as they waved goodbye.
Erina chuckled and shook her head, waving them off with a soft smile as she closed the door behind them. But the question lingered in her mind, echoing in the now-quiet house.
"Best cook, huh?" she murmured, her gaze drifting towards the kitchen where they'd spent the evening locked in playful culinary combat.
Satoru, who had been leaning against the wall with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, perked up at her comment. With a mischievous grin, he sauntered over, his eyes glimmering with that familiar, teasing look.
"You can be the best cook," he whispered, bending down to gently brush his lips against hers in a light, lingering kiss.
Erina smiled, a soft giggle escaping her as his breath warmed her cheeks. "Oh, can I now?"
"And I," he continued, his grin widening as he pulled back just slightly, eyes flickering with playful mischief, "have the best co—"
Smack!
The sound of Erina's palm connecting with the back of his head reverberated through the room. Satoru blinked in surprise, a small "ow" escaping him as he straightened up, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him.
"Don't you dare," she warned, her gaze narrowing despite the amusement dancing in her eyes.
Satoru's expression morphed into one of mock hurt, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "But Eri, I was just going to say I have the best companion in the kitchen. Why do you always think the worst of me?"
"Uh-huh, sure you were." She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe.