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It is January 2024. Your Christmas break is over and you need to go back to work. You don’t feel energized one bit to continue your tasks from last year but at least you get to see the altar you made for your favorite character on your office table.
“It’s been four months since Gojo was taken away from me.” you said forlornly. “I might just have to go to Japan and do something about it that Gege won’t like.” You thought if you could only just teleport in Gege’s room or his editor’s office to change the plot or kill Sukuna, you would. But you can’t and you’re stuck in the four boring walls of your office and deal with the old ugly people inside.
Aside from being sick of people in real life, you also are vexed with the internet trolls (as you’d like to call them), especially those who want Gojo dead, those who mischaracterize him and those who make fun of his kitkat body. “They’re so fucking dumb. If Gojo comes back alive, I want to see them froth at the mouth or seeth from jealousy!” you say exasperatedly.
You really haven’t done much during the day aside from plotting Gege’s abduction so you did not notice your shift is finally over. You are so excited to go home. You feel like a military wife who’s waiting for your husband to come back nowadays. You do a lot of things to copeㅡrewatching Juju Strolls, funny JJK clips and rereading the manga to scour for information that would support your claim that Gojo will come back. But tonight, you wanna feel loved and so you thought it would be nice to read a gojo satoru/reader fan fiction in AO3. You decide it is your canon now.
You will not let anything or anyone deter you from doing something you like so you open your phone and start reading while heading home. You reach the part where they’re gonna fuck each other. You are feeling so nervous, giddy and excited.
“Oh yes, here comes the good part.” Your eyes are practically bulging from its socket. You are super absorbed in your reading that you didn’t notice a truck coming your way (who has a drunk driver inside which you’ll find out later). And when you finally hear its honking, it was too late. You and the truck collided.
You lay bloody and limp on the road. Everyone around you is panicking. You can’t make out what they’re saying. You on the other hand have a different problem in mind.
“Oh God, I wanna witness Gojo come back to life and now I’ll die? But at least I get to see him in the afterlife….”
“…Okay what the fuck am I thinking right now?! Gojo isn’t dead so I’ll not see him there and worse even if he’s dead, he’s also not real and I wouldn’t see him there either!”
“Shit. I really am dying because of Gojo Satoru who doesn’t even know me.” You cry inwardly. This is your life now. Or it is more correct to say this is your death now.
“I hope at least my family will make my funeral beautiful. Get blue flowers and put Gojo’s framed picture beside mine and play Kaikai Kitan.” Oh, what a die hard fan. Still loving the man until death and beyond.
“Bye my beloved, my favorite, my Gojo Satoru, if this really is my last moment on Earth, know that you had a fan who gladly laid her life for you. I hope despite everything, you’ll be happy and get to realize the change you wanted so badly. I pray that my love for you is the smallest among the sea of affection your fans give you because you don’t deserve any less. I love you.”
And with that you finally close your eyes and hope for the best.