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Just a teacher leading his students to be the new generation of sorcerers ✨

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megumi fushiguro is the kind of guy who gets set up on dates by his friends all the time, just for them to be unsuccessful. is not that he isn’t a good looking guy (and he knows that at this point), it's just his aura that comes off as off-putting. he hangs out with the girls, brings them to places like the arcade or random parks, and the date ends up to be pretty boring. the girls usually look pretty bummed that he isn't really a taker, or in general that his vibe isn't overall welcoming and at the end of the day he never gets a call back. he actually isn't all that interested in 'finding love', he mostly says yes to his friends so that they will get off his back about it.

"just this time, fushiguro. it won't happen again." yuji itadori is saying, after asking him to go out with one of his girlfriend's friends. megumi isn't even looking at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. "yeah, sure."

he doesn't even mind all that much at this point, he knows already how its going to be. he's just going to have to sit through the night with a plain face, knowing that the person on the other side of the table is never going to want to speak to him again.

that's what he thinks until he meets you. he is blinded at first by your beautiful smile, that pops up as soon as he introduces himself. yuji and his girlfriend picked a place this time, sending you to a chinese restaurant that opened up somewhere downtown. he looks at you carefully, as if he his scared to ruin you by staring too much, while you order something to drink. you're all smiles and kindness he almost feels out of place.

it is silence at first, after a first shaky conversation about how the day is going or something like that. fushiguro almost blames himself for his dryness in answering, because you actually are a cute girl and he wouldn't mind striking a conversation, he just doesn't know how to. gladly, you do.

at first, it feels like an interrogation. you keep asking questions and he keeps answering briefly. then he starts saying stuff back and the conversation blooms. you guys talk about school, friends, food, bands you like to listen to. he is a good listener, you are a good talker. he makes you feel heard, always nodding to whatever you are saying and adding something here and there, and you make him feel seen, never looking away from his eyes while you speak.

at some point - mind you, he doesn't even know how or what he did say - he makes you laugh. the conversation was about the gyoza y'all were eating, it wasn't even all that interesting, but your laugh sweeps him almost off his feet. right there and then he swears its the best thing he has ever heard.

delicate yet full of emotions, your laugh fills the room. the sound is haunting even when it's over and other people in the restaurant look at you fondly while your face relaxes and your cheeks still hurt. he was staring at you the whole time, almost carving a hole in your face. "you have a beautiful laugh" he blurts out, while his face blushes like crazy and his mind yells why did you say it like that you weirdo.

you flutter your eyes a little bit, surprised by the heartfelt comment, but quickly thank him. "thank you, fushiguro. i kind of can't wait to hear yours." you wink at him playfully, but your answer made his heart sink. his ears get violently red while he quickly looks away, flustered.

he never actually got to this point with any girl before, and he feels weird, really. it's like he doesn't even know what to do, but at the same time he doesn't have to know. its easy, it's natural.

at the end of the night you give him your number, writing it on the back of his hand with a pen you asked the waiter for. you are not scared of anything, he thinks, while he walks you to the bus stop and watches you walk beside him. for the first time in his life, megumi fushiguro feels the need to have more. more of you, more of this. he feels like wanting it all.

back to his dorm, before going to sleep, itadori knocks on his door. "how did it go?" he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement. fushiguro doesn't say anything at first, but then, looking away from his friend, he sticks out his hand. blue ink shines on his palm, almost reflecting the dim light in his room, and yuji cheers out loud.

"I knew you could do it, fushiguro! I'm so proud of you!" and he pretends to wipe away a tear, meanwhile megumi thinks that actually he didn't even do much, he was just himself. and this time, it worked.

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(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: pride & ego

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cw: crude humour, swearing, suggestive

backstage!

• panda lives at taco bell truther. put that on my gravestone.

• FUCK HOZIER FUCK HOZIER FUCK FUCK FUCK (sorry ree)

• some of these tweets are just from my spam account story this is so self indulgent oops

• yeah so timeskip 2/3 weeks since THE fight. it’s been a lot. a lot of crying (on both ynmegumi’s behalf’s) a lot of fighting. a lot of yearning etc etc you get the gist

• alexa is actually the name of my fake account i made back in 2021 to stalk my ex situationship & then love bomb him. #womaninmendominatedfields

• i still regularly use it like daily too

• panda downloaded xiaohongshu and people started calling him “sister” now he cant stop saying it around the house

• they have a sister jar now

• that one friend who likes attention 😂😂😂 (rest in peace mitch… 🪦💔🪦)

• yuji thought everybody was mad at him because the whole house has been quiet for the past 2 weeks

• it was because megumi was in mourning.

• thank you babaganoush ree for the idea

• yn keeps unblocking & blocking megumi just to see what he has messaged her from the past several days… Tea? 🍵

• omg me cameo!!!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯 i’m so famous only took me 23 chapters to do!!!! can you tell my relationship with my parents is rocky rn.

• ok tmi .

a/n: hey yall…. so a LOT happened in the span over a month a bit i see. happy birthday megumi!!! happy birthday gojo!!! merry christmas!!! happy birthday toji!! happy new year!!! i’ve been busy as fuck and don’t want to put out stuff i’m not proud of. but anyways here’s the long awaited new chapter!! hope yall liked it. a little fast paced i think. hope u guys still think i’m funny… some reeferences dabbled in here & there. can you tell who i’ve been spending my holidays with… i’ve been having an #identitycrisis. LOVE AND BLESSINGS!

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જ⁀ SAY IT TO MY FACE

“It was rare for Yuji Itadori to keep things from you. He didn’t like keeping secrets, it made something tight bud in his chest and made him feel guilty every time he looked at you. He only ever kept one secret, not only from you, but from the world.”

Now playing :: Rises The Moon — Liana Flores

Yuji Itadori x F!Reader

Words — 5.7k

Contents — 4+1 fic, violence, kidnapping, distress, mentions of death/loss, I can’t write fights for shit, no actual angst this time because I feel bad for hurting people again and again oops, but maybe angst if you squint?, I don’t proofread, lmk if I missed any <3

In a mess of crushing expectations and unfamiliar fluttering in your chest, you somehow cross paths with Tokyo’s one and only Spiderman. Maybe the eerie similarity he has to your best friend isn’t a coincidence at all, nor is the odd care he has for you. OR Four times Spiderman loved you, one time Yuji did it himself.

a/n — hi sofia yes this is for you teehee @rreveurdoll . I actually love spiderman yuji so much he’s been sitting in my notes app since august he just suits it saurrrrrrrr well I can’t do this it’s so uhghhughf. Also iera agreed with me so it was my final push hai ily

There was always a certain sort of familiarity about spiderman, a tranquil warmth that reminded you of something you could never quite put your finger on. It radiated from him like aura, constantly flowing but never really explaining itself. It was apparent in the way he held you—arm under your knees and another around your shoulders, almost as if he knew you were ticklish in the sides, like he knew you better than you knew yourself. The way he talked to you like he’d done it a million times before, his eyes lingering on the curve of your lips for just a beat too long, it was just so… knowing. Every time he interacted with you, it felt like he knew something you didn’t. That was because, well, he did.

It was rare for Yuji Itadori to keep things from you. He didn’t like keeping secrets, it made something wretched bud in his chest and made him feel guilty every time he looked at you. He only ever kept one secret, not only from you, but from the world. The hundreds, maybe thousands of people that might kill him if given the chance. And if you knew, maybe they’d get to you too. He couldn’t have that. It already haunted his every waking moment and it hadn’t even happened yet. Yet. That was the thing, it could happen at any moment. If he was the cause of your demise, he couldn’t forgive himself. So he tried his best, tried to keep his lips sealed the best he could, even if he struggled sometimes.

The first time you met spiderman, he almost screwed up. Already.

You’d somehow gotten caught up in the midst of a battle, the bakery you worked at getting completely annihilated by the commotion, so being the ever brave and courageous citizen you were, you ran for your fucking life. You somehow found it in you to remain at least relatively calm… until barely dodging a chunk of concrete thrown your way. The composure seemed to fade from there. You could feel your heart jumping out of your chest, but all you could think about was that you were lucky it was still beating.

That’s when he came swinging in. Literally. It was a flash of red out of the corner of your eye at first, you barely even paid any mind to it. But then his voice rang out with a call to you, and you couldn’t look the other way anymore.

“Hey! Y- miss!”

You took a moment to glance back, your loss of breath catching up to you as you panted and heaved. His feet hitting the ground was nothing but a small thump, swallowed up by the chaos bleeding in around you. “You can’t be out in the open like this. It’s dangerous.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could basically hear the furrow of his brows. Through your pants, you managed gasp out a reply that you fear was just a bit too sassy. “I know. That’s why I’m running.”

His face fell just the slightest bit under the mask, but beneath that layer of latex was almost a smile. He found it hard to be amused right now, because honestly, when he saw you he felt like throwing up. Even before that, when he’d looked at the destroyed shell of what was your workplace, something sick twisted in his gut. It wasn’t fear, no, more than that. After every punch at the enemy came a glance among the crowd, desperately hoping to see you in one piece. When he landed in front of you and the first thing you’d said was dry and sassy and completely you, he couldn’t help the way his nerves felt just a little less racked. He wanted to hug you, to pull you into his arms and tell you how happy he was to see you, maybe get a kiss if he was lucky– huh?

But he wasn’t Yuji, and only Yuji had that sort of privilege. He was spiderman. He was a masked vigilante that you’d never been face to face with, so he tried to keep up the act. Therefore all he did was reply with a soft “yeah” before scooping you up and carrying you to safety, because that’s what spiderman does. He would’ve done it for anyone, really! But he handled you with just a bit more care, just a bit more warmth in those blank white eyes of his suit, because you weren’t just anyone. You were you.

He left you on the side of an untouched street feeling breathless and confused. Maybe you were naive, because his voice alone should’ve told you exactly who it was from the beginning. But there was a ringing in your ears from the noise, and your knees felt wobbly as well as your lips. You could barely think straight, so who could blame you? Mentally unmasking Tokyos famous spiderman wasn’t a common task in any situation, especially yours. Assuming it was your best friend felt crazy. Instead you remained oblivious and shaken on the side of the street, and he remained determined in the fight thinking of nothing but you.

— ⋮ ᰔ

The second time you met spiderman, the circumstances still weren’t great, but this time your life wasn’t on the line. Well, at least not literally.

The nights air was cold, nipping at your tear stained cheeks and clinging to the dampness left in its wake. Your eyes stung, both from the chill and the bitterness that welled up in your waterline and spilled over, only to drip down and fade away into the fabric of your jeans. Completely insignificant, but to you, they fell heavy. They beat down on you in a mocking rhythm, every droplet a reminder of the crushing weight of your failure. It was suffocating, but truly, would the lightness be any better? Would the complete lack of fulfillment, whether that be bliss or anguish, be less unbearable than the ache in your shoulders and the squeezing in your chest? You think that if it were, you wouldn’t still be sticking around. You wouldn’t be doing this. You just would’ve liked to feel less alone in the midst of it.

Your legs dangled freely over the stairs, the rusted metal of the fire escape not doing much to cage you in. As you swung them, felt nothing but air and the awareness of the ground so distant below, you got a taste of the lightness. A taste of your freedom, of your insignificance. Maybe that was all you needed to handle the rest of the weight.

As if your longing had been personally alerted to the universe, you heard a shuffling behind you. Your head whipped around just a little too fast—making something in your neck pop and reminding you that you really need to stop hunching over your laptop—enough to make your panic rather obvious. You were about to wonder how someone even made it up here, but then you saw him. The culprit stopped in his tracks, raising his two covered hands in an (unnecessary) surrender. It wasn’t like you could defend yourself if you tried, anyway. You were sat awkwardly on a set of rusted metal stairs with about two feet of space to run. You were no match for him. Fortunately for you, Yuj- spiderman wouldn’t dare hurt you. When you continued to stare at him through your teary eyes with a question he couldn’t answer, he realized he hadn’t come up with something to say. Luckily, you beat him to it.

“…spiderman?” Your voice was confused, small and almost weak as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He stared at you for a moment, only then remembering who he was. Right now he was spiderman, a stranger, and he had to act accordingly. The thing was—Yuji didn’t know how to act like a stranger to you. You’d become such a constant in each others lives that treating you as if you were unfamiliar simply defied the blood in his veins, the beating of his heart. He felt it thump angrily in his chest at the mere thought, because how could he feign distance when you were the one it beat for?

He cleared his throat. “Hi.”

A million questions ran through your head, countless quips or remarks, but your throat constricted around them and forbid them from jumping out. “Why are you… here?” you asked. Your voice was uncharacteristically bland, tired. He didn’t like it.

He shrugged, head tilting to the side. He leaned against the building, an attempt to be casual, but the brick was digging into his back and every sense he had was screaming at him to leap forward and hold you, to take the mask off and be who you needed. But when he considered the thought, the images of what might follow flashed through his mind like memories yet to come. He kept the mask on.

“Well, I was out… you know… doing spiderman things. And then I saw you. Looked like you could use a friend.”

Honestly? Yuji being out here was no sort of coincidence. The moment he’d felt a familiar tingling in the back of his mind, he was landing here before he could question why. In his soul, he knew why, knew it better than anyone. If Yuji couldn’t be there for you because he was spiderman, spiderman would have to fill in.

He paused, eyes trailing over the sag in your shoulders and the darkness under your eyes. You looked different than the last time he’d seen you—had it been weeks? A pang of something glum shot through him at the realization.

“What about you?” he asked, that teasing, spiderman-esque tone fading into something softer.

“Huh?”

“What’re you doing out here?”

You swallowed thickly. You felt as if you were stuck on a tightrope, looking between a reaching hand and the ground below. Let him slip his hand into yours, hoping it pulls you up, or fall? You were willing to take that risk. “Just… been fucking up a lot lately, I guess. This is my escape.”

He paused for a second. “Was that a pun?”

He felt victorious as he took in the subtle curl of your lips. “But forreal, what do you mean screwing up?”

A soft sigh left your lips, the air pooling in what looked like smoke around your face. You liked that—you could tell yourself that was the reason for your blurry vision, not that you were crying. Your fingers were twitching, and he wished he could take them.

“Just… nothing has been going right. Got my ass kicked by finals, I feel like shit, and- and usually I’d have my best friend, but…” you felt a painful throbbing in your chest, what you were about to admit feeling sour and wrong on your tongue. “He hasn’t been answering lately, he’s been… distant. Maybe he’s getting sick of me or something, I wish I knew.”

Yuji felt a tightening in his chest that was almost painful. Him. It was him. His spider sense had called him to fix a problem that he was the cause of. Sick of you? No, he could never be sick of you, but right now he felt ill. “He’d never,” he blurted without thinking, only realizing how odd that sounded once it had already reached your ears. “I mean– I’m sure he loves you.” His eyes widened comically. He kept blabbering, and it was only making things worse. “You seem lovely. Uh-“

To his surprise, you laughed. “Okay, okay, I get the point. Thanks… I think?”

He felt the heat that was crawling up his neck lower, simmer into a comfortable nothingness. “You’re welcome.”

By some strange coincidence, Yuji showed up at your door what must’ve been a mere three hours after your masked friend swung away into the night.

He seemed out of breath—almost panting, as if he’d just run a marathon (or fought the green goblin). He stood in your doorway, pink locks of hair rubbed in all different directions, chest rising and falling erratically.

Before you could open your mouth—ask what he was doing here and what sort of physical activity he was doing in the middle of the night, maybe—he was hugging you. His firm arms slithered around your waist, tugging you towards his chest without a word. He held you just a little tighter than usual, like he’d been waiting to do it for far too long. He had been.

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” he murmured, breath warm against your skin.

“I know.” Your words held a sense of bitterness, but you were hugging him back with a tenderness that contrasted what you wanted to feel.

“I missed you.”

How could he say something like that? How could he disappear for weeks and then come back and make your heart clench, because you know he means it? This was Yuji. Your Yuji. He talked to stray cats on the side of the road and was always there to lend a helping hand, whether that be to a sweet old lady or a convicted felon. He wouldn’t say he missed you if he didn’t, and either way, you knew he did. Whether it felt like it or not, you knew Yuji. You knew he missed you, felt it in the way his fingers gripped at the fabric of your shirt. It was almost desperate, like he was a shell of a man in need of fulfillment. As much as you wished you hated it, you wanted to be that for him.

That’s how you ended curled in bed, Yuji’s eyes trailing over your face for just a little too long, so much so that you weren’t sure he’d paid any attention to the movie in the first place. You didn’t say anything, but Yuji kept you just a little bit closer that night.

— ⋮ ᰔ

The third time you crossed paths with spiderman, it was you who sought him out. Well, sought is a strong word, you’d prefer to say that you gravitated towards him naturally. That wasn’t completely a lie, there truly was some sort of magnetic pull to him drawing you near, but your approach was completely by choice. But that wasn’t a conversation you were ready for, many layers of psychological complexities that you weren’t prepared to peel back, so you instead focused on the blurry red feet dangling from the rooftop and how you’d get up there to join them.

After a number of laps around the building that you’d need two hands to count, you hit the jackpot. Sitting humbly within the shadows of the dark, grey alley was a ladder. It was rickety and rusted and you feared it would be the last thing you ever saw—but it was a chance. Everyone took chances, didn’t they? Everything was a chance, in its own way. Love, hate, that answer scribbled into the last page of your exam that you’re not quite sure about. Spiderman took a chance every time he rounded a new building with those webs of his, took an even greater one with every fight and interaction with the public. He took a chance when he came to see you on that sullen night, and you still didn’t know why, but you knew you’d make it your mission to at least somewhat return the favour.

The metal was piercingly cold as your fingers wrapped around it, eliciting a wince from you, but only prompting you to hold on tighter. The sound of your boots clanking against the steps, the small grunt that left your lips as you threw yourself onto the roof—so many sounds barely heard beneath the never ending roar of the city. You heard sirens in the distance, and you wondered why spiderman was sitting in front of you instead of trailing near them.

His eyes met yours (sort of), and Yuji felt something warm flow through his veins. He felt his heart beat just a little quicker, thumping in time with your approaching footsteps. Suddenly the sirens didn’t seem so loud, the curse of his heightened senses not feeling so overwhelming as your face came into the light cast from below.

“Hey, y/n.” He spoke gently, like the words were something delicate, and they’d shatter if said too harshly.

He watched the way your eyes widened just slightly, brows twitching upwards in mild surprise. “You know my name?”

With a slightly wonky smile that you couldn’t see, he nodded. “Small world.”

“Isn’t it?”

Your words were meant to be a light response, but they only made the weight in his chest feel all the more dense. He turned back ahead, the cartoonish white eyes of his mask reflecting an infinite, erratic pattern of streetlights. His shoulders hung a little lower than usual, something you didn’t fail to catch. You sat beside him, legs hanging over the side of the building. The structure was sturdy and solid beneath your thighs, far more than both the barely-there balance of the ladder and his trembling breaths.

“It’s not, though,” he said softly, so quiet that it was almost whisked away by the winds of the evening. “The world is big. Too big.”

You tilted your head, hands pressing into the concrete to support your weight, but itching to reach out to him. You couldn’t give a reason why if asked, nothing other than the unspoken tranquility between you, like you knew much more than you spoke aloud. “What do you mean?” you asked.

“It’s too big. There’s too many people, so many that I can’t… I can’t save everyone. There’s always casualty in the wake of disaster, because the amount of people barely goes down each time. But- but they’re all people, they all deserve to be saved, but… they can’t.”

His words hung in the air, and invisible force between you that pushed down on his shoulders and deepened the furrow in his brows.

“You’re right,” you said. His head turned more quickly than it should’ve—he wasn’t expecting that response from you. Maybe you’d have given Yuji a different answer than you would spiderman. “Not everybody can be saved, but you still save people. A lot of them. Imagine if you never showed up, how many more people would die? A lot. Maybe you can’t save everyone, but you still save people, and that is what makes you good.”

It was as if your words were a sirens song, soothing him to silence and easing his thumping heart. For the first time ever, Yuji wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “Yeah,” he breathed after a moment, voice choked. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He looked up at you for a beat longer, taking in the way the ridges of your face were cast over by shadows, the way your hair fluttered and danced with every gust of wind. “Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “That friend you mentioned before… he’s lucky to have you.”

You shook your head gently. “If you met him, you’d think otherwise,” you said, oblivious to the fact that though spiderman hadn’t technically met Yuji Itadori, he knew him very well. “He’s great. Much better than me.” The corners of your lips quirked up fondly, something he could only describe as love being the force that pushed your smile wider. “He’s great,” you said, more breathily this time.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The next hour or so was spent sharing mindless conversation, reminiscing over teenagehood in a way that made spiderman feel so close, but so far. He couldn’t rid himself of that odd feeling beneath his ribcage, the one that felt like his heart was trying to escape, wailing your name and clawing at him from the inside out. Luckily, the spider-suit did enough to keep it contained.

— ⋮ ᰔ

The atmosphere was tumultuous, the sound of the concrete around them crumbling accompanied by an occasional hiss of web shooting from Yuji’s suit. He moved with a choppy sort of grace, bouncing across alleys and buildings alike.

“I’m sure you could do better than that,” he teased, faux cockiness thick in his tone. A tense, tightly strung determination bled through his tone, too intense to be concealed by thickly coated boyish charm. He lingered on the wall of one building just for the sake of mocking his foe, head tilted to the side almost as if he was genuinely interested.

He quickly flung himself away, just barely missing the swinging, mechanical arm aimed at him.

“Ah ah, keep up!” he quipped, though his voice rose with a small yelp as he finished his sentence. It was clear his opponent only got further angered with every tease, wails of rage growing louder with every swing. Spiderman smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hah… guess I shouldn’t get too cocky…”

His opponent was some big guy, clad in countless layers of precocious technology that reflected the suns light like a mirror. What he assumed was his chest beneath all that metal was heaving, pants leaving his mouth. Suppose tech can’t compete with physical stamina, at least not in this scenario.

“You’ll regret this, spiderman!” he roared, voice scratchy, like he hadn’t used it in ages. “Surrender now, or I’ll have to do something I don’t want to. Don’t– don’t make it difficult.” His words got darker with every proceeding syllable, almost enough to make Yuji nervous. He was used to these threats, and they were empty more often than not.

“Yeahhh…” he drawled, unconvinced. But there was something in him that twisted his gut—not his spider-sense, but something… different. Something in his heart told him to worry.

Shaking his head, he made another advance in the direction of the enemy. He hadn’t bothered to remember his name, he’d never been a problem until now.

Swerving his hit, the big man continued. “I’ve been studying you, spiderman-“ he cut himself off with a groan, his incessant speech resulting in an impact meeting his side.

He grinned, malicious and knowing. As if he knew this was a game of cat and mouse, and he had him trapped like a rat. Something about it made Yuji hesitate, made that unfamiliar feeling in his heart throb. Yuji opened his mouth to retort, to at least attempt some sort of return that suited his sarcastic, spiderman fashion, but he was cut off.

“Or rather, I’ve been studying Yuji Itadori.”

He felt himself go immobile, felt his body freeze like an icicle in the midst of winter. His blood felt equally as cold, as if one move would make him shatter. People studied spiderman all of the time. There were news articles and personal reports and attempts at interviews—everyone knew everything about spiderman, except for his identity. At least, they did.

In that split second, Yuji had a terrible epiphany. With Yuji Itadori came Y/n L/n, always. A plethora of your shared moments flashed through his mind. Walking you to class, late night trips to the convenience store, all of the places around you that there’d been someone lurking. Someone just waiting for the right moment, gauging his behaviour and every aspect of his life, no doubt including the way he looked at you. Yuji might’ve seemed dense, but he was perfectly aware of how clear his love for you was. He loved everything, he loved the way the sun casted over the city and the way people lit up when he smiled at them on the street. He loved you most.

The figure looming over him smiled sickly, Yuji’s reaction telling him all he needed to know. As he began circling Yuji like a predator ready to pounce, he couldn’t stop him. All he could do was feel the pounding of his heart in his chest and wondering if yours was still able to do the same.

“So I was thinking…” the man began, trailing off for the sake of suspense no doubt. “What’s a better power to have over someone than love?”

The sinister words swirled in his ears like an echo. His mouth felt dry, the rest of the world fading to TV static as he tried to glance around for any sign of you, but his gaze was far too frantic to make out the shape of the person in front of him let alone you.

With a devilish snigger, you were revealed. Simply based off of the widened state of your eyes and the way you writhed in the rope you were restricted by, it was fairly clear this was news to you. Had your mouth not been taped, he was sure you’d have plenty to say. As his eyes locked with yours, the world slowed to a halt around you. Your gazes spoke louder than any words, louder than any scream into the dead of night. It spoke of love and fear all the same.

“Stop,” was all he could croak out. “Stop!” he shouted, louder this time as his gaze turned.

“Mm.. so I was correct, then?” said the near cyborg beast beside you.

Yuji’s gaze flickered to you, just for a split second. He contemplated lying, but he just… couldn’t. The words felt bitter and out of place on his tongue, even before they were spoken. So he chose bravery, in every sense of the word, and kept with his offence.

“Maybe, that’s none of your business,” he grunted, words emphasized with a hit to the man’s gnarly face. Yuji had a new sense of determination, the animalistic instinct to protect you. He’d already lost so many, lost his parents and his brother and the sense of humanity he grasped on to like the thread he hung by. He wouldn’t lose you.

All you could do was watch. You could only sit there like the helpless bystander you loathed to be, staring in horror as who might’ve been the love of your life was pummelled into the ground. It was like a twisted pattern of pain and the red of his blood darkening his suit. With every hit he landed he received tenfold, but somehow he always got back up. That was Yuji for you.

As the fight continued, you couldn’t help but begin to notice the obvious similarities between the vigilante and your own best friend. You felt utterly idiotic. Why else would he care so much, who else would you have shared those conversations with? Why else would Yuji look at you just a little different every time you met with spiderman? It all made sense. All of the “I’m sure your best friend is lucky to have you”’s and the explanations to Yuji’s actions that seemed just a bit too personal. Now you knew why, and you couldn’t even respond to the information, imprisoned by the tape over your mouth and the weight of your obliviousness as the sound of fist against face rang through the streets.

A weak, muffled cry fell from your lips as he was knocked to the ground.

Everything was going in slow motion. The robotic arm raised, hovering over Yuji like a sledgehammer just waiting to pound down. But then there was a metallic whine, and a halt. Panic washed over the man’s face as he froze—well, the metal parts of him froze, and those were the only parts that amounted to much.

He sputter and panicked, watching as the countless officers surrounding the area became aware of his suspended movement. It was over, just like that? He seemed just as surprised as you were, and as your eyes met, you were shocked to feel anything in common with him.

When you were freed of the twine that had been keeping you in place, you wasted no time in rushing to Yuji. The red and blue of the lights surrounding you blanketed him, making him appear as nothing but a puddle in the street. He looked completely melted—limp, and for a moment you thought he might not live to hear what you had to say.

You pulled his mask up over his face, disregarding the people around you and their wandering eyes. His face was battered and bruised, but undeniably still his, still alive. You felt your shoulders deflate as his throat bobbed, the small, otherwise unimportant motion doing numbers to ease your nerves. He was still here. You could still learn to love spiderman as you did Yuji, you’d still get the chance to feel their hearts beat as one.

His eyes fluttered open, vision bleary from the flashing lights and his lack of consciousness. “Y/n?” he muttered, voice nearly inaudible. It was the first thought in his mind when he woke, even before the fuzzy outline of your face came into view. His eyes flickered brighter when they saw you. He knew that face anywhere. “Y/n,” he breathed, softer this time.

“Yuji-“

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” he mumbled quickly. His hands reached for yours, the shaky, bruised skin wrapping itself in yours. It stung, but the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his was enough to soothe the ache. He was convinced that if you were to kiss every injured part of him, his bones would straighten themselves out for the sole purpose of holding you, because broken arms can not cradle. Snapped fingers cannot run through your hair, so if he were broken, he would repair himself as long as it meant loving you. No amount of bloodshed would keep him away, he would return to you in the winds if he had to.

You chuckled lightly despite the distress of the moment. “For not telling me what? That you’re spiderman or that you’re in love with me?”

He grinned tiredly, canines peeking out brightly, white against the pink of his lips. “Both.”

— ⋮ ᰔ

The sound of knuckles against your window was dull and hollow, but not unexpected. It did little to startle you, barely bothering to look up from your textbook as you hunched over your desk.

“It’s open!” you called over your shoulder, followed by the creak of the glass sliding open. The sound of Yuji’s feet meeting the ground pulled you from your school immersed daze, office chair swivelling around to face him.

“You know, leaving your window open at night is dangerous,” he said, half joking. His mask was already pulled from his face, messy pink hair matted and messy on his head. He was making quick work to pull off the rest of his suit as he spoke, hopping around on one foot as he tried to pry it from his skin.

You responded with an underlaugh, “I’m on the fourth floor. Nobody except spiderman is sliding open my window at eleven at night on a Tuesday.”

“Well-“ he cut himself off by knocking into your bedframe. He glanced back to you, cheeks warming in the slightest as he tried to balance himself and remain authoritative. “Well, they might!” he exclaimed. His eyes narrowed, but you didn’t find any sense of irritation in them. Within his shining brown irises was concern, the lingering anxiety that came with the events not long before. Yuji had been on edge ever since, constantly glancing around corners and panicking when you were out of sight for even a moment. In the corners of his vision lingered the sight of you helpless, burned into his mind like a tattoo he never wanted.

He tossed the red article somewhere on your floor, disregarding it entirely. He stood above you, arms crossed and trying to look annoyed, but resulting in a different, much cuter pout. He was many things that he wouldn’t admit. Tired—very much so—from spending his day trying restlessly to save lives, scared, and craving the tenderness in your touch that he never received with the mask over his face. When you locked gazes, holding it felt particularly hard for him tonight, because he knew you could see right through him. He felt bare, and not just because you were looking at his real face.

You sighed softly, standing up from the chair. You guess your studying could wait another night, because you knew Yuji couldn’t. Your chest throbbed with the thought of the danger he came face to face with constantly, the responsibility he carried on his back through every waking moment. The weight was heavy, and it was exhausting.

Placing a chaste, fleeting kiss on his cheek, you tugged him over to the bed. His hand was soft in yours, a contrast to the callouses and scrapes adorning the skin there.

“Come lie down,” you mumbled.

He glanced between you and the desk you previously occupied, brows knitting together. “Weren’t you busy?”

“I’m not anymore. Just come rest with me, please.” You shook your head, earnestly reflecting in your eyes.

He hesitated, opening his mouth to speak. “You don’t have to…” he began, but he stopped himself. He really, really did want to rest. He wanted to listen to your heart beat against your chest and have your breath fan over his skin, he wanted to curl into your embrace and be reminded that in this cruel world was a place of love. He knew that deep down, his heart resided with you, and he never felt it truly thump until he was in your arms. “…okay.”

So he crawled into bed with you, tired and almost clingy in his actions. His body slotted against yours like the missing piece of a puzzle, his arms slithering around your waist and face nuzzling into the crook of your neck like it was always meant to be there. He let his ear press against your shirt and hear the life beneath your skin, letting out a breath and physically melting into your arms. He looked so much more gentle like this. He wasn’t the sarcastic or silly figure the world knew spiderman to be, he was just a boy that wanted to help. He was just a kid like you who needed to know that there were things left to cherish.

Some would say you had two lovers. One a courageous figure in the night, the other a warm hearted, pink haired student barely making it into college. But you knew that spiderman was nothing but the parts of Yuji that had always lived within, and the bits that defined him most.

That night you traced every line and freckle on his face, committing it to memory because now there was no suit between you. You admired him as he slept, relishing in the tranquility of it all. It was just you and Yuji, flesh and love and transparency all in one.

From then onwards, Yuji fought his battles with just a bit more hope, because he knew you’d be waiting for him by the window when he won.

I MISSED writing for Yuji ugghhhhhhhhhh. If I wrote a part 2 of a strangers heart would yall fw that or nah (wouldn’t be for a while tho). I cannot write action at all im so sorry 😭 also cba to give big scary villain a name so it got repetitive

Jjk/gen taglist — @sh0ot1ngst4r @anotherwriternamedclara @ruruisru @lizbix @bubybubsters @azinniyaa @kashee-h @fiannee

— I did not tag those who could not be tagged. If you were on the general taglist and don’t see yourself, it’s because your tag settings stopped me from doing so.

[calitears]

when the music industry’s secret weapon becomes its biggest headache. artists call him the boy savior — but to a manager, he’s their biggest nightmare. she needs a job.

TRACK ONE: SHOULD WE CALL BELLA HADID? includes: language, food/diet talk, crude humor, here we go in the studio: chances by kaytranda

SERIES MASTERLIST ♪ PREV. ♪ NEXT.

a/n super torn between my choso series and my sukuna series next

referenced (she’s) just a phase’s band, love you down iya

SORRY! taglist is 50/50, and full. ♡

@kawoala @vertejay @kaged-kitty @marvellousdaisy @starmapz @potteraep @kameyyy @n1vi @4crewz @heiejdhdh @44ina @in-the-marina-trench @kissunday @sirhamburrger @chososcamgirl @nishiriks @miffiies @perkypeony @rwura @harryzcherry @gloopgoop @tojirin @mochipls @jeonwiixard @sh0ot1ngst4r @enchantingkitty @elliescodex @moonchhu @hqnge @k4ss11333 @levislug @cr4yolaas @hellokittyish @sleepiibunniiii @jayathelostdragon @pinksdump @laaalaaaloooppppsiiieeeee @renardiererin @solaqes @l-ilysm @yooiimiya @tlissablr @your-mum3000 @anqelkoz @starsryi @asuritam @ghost-buddies @norikuna @mitsuyasluvr @kisakunt

[calitears]

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ shoreline secrets ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

| “ My eyes don’t shed tears but , boy , they pour when i’m thinkin’ ‘bout you ” | “ I'm sure we're taller in another dimension “ - frank ocean

| shoreline secrets masterlist |

Words- 5,000 words Cw- both reader and yuji are on vacation, angst, sad ending, cussing, reader sneaking away from parents.

itadori yuji x Fem!reader

a/n - this is my first fic guys so please give me a chance and read it because i put a lot of time into making it! ik it’s a little angsty and im sorryy but it just felt so fitting for this story. i still don’t know how to feel about this but in the end this is about putting my work out there and growing as a writer. i decided to make it short, sorry if you were expecting a longer one.

You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you felt the ocean lapping at your feet. The water was cool, a refreshing contrast to the sun beating down on your shoulders. After a long day of traveling, this moment felt like a reward- a quiet escape from the whirlwind of your family vacation chaos. The sand squished between your toes as you walked further along the shoreline, each step carrying you away from the noise and toward a kind of peace you hadn’t realized you needed.

It was just you, your mom, and dad on this trip, but even their company could be overwhelming at times. You loved them with every fiber of your being, of course, you just needed some air for a second. You exhaled deeply, taking in the salt air, and even letting yourself smile. This break, especially after the stress of exams, was something you’d been counting down to for weeks. Now that it was here, the excitement was bubbling over.

The scenery was like a post card brought to life. The ocean looked like it stretched endlessly. The sand glistened under the sun, and the beach was alive with energy—children laughing, seagulls calling, waves rolling. You scanned the ground, eyes catching scattered shells on the shore. You noticed the different ones and how you liked some better than the others because if you blew into it they would make a sound.

As you wandered further, something caught your attention— a boy chasing a small white puppy, the dog gleefully dodging his every attempt to catch it. The boy, with hair dyed a vibrant pink, was clearly exhausted but determined to catch it. he shouted at the puppy between loud pants. You stifled a giggle, but your amusement betrayed you when the boy turned your way cheeks flushed with exertion.

Finally, he scooped up the puppy, securing its leash with a triumphant sigh. You stole one last glance at the pair before heading back to your hotel, the scene lingering in your mind as you walked.

“Hey, i’m back,” you called out as you pushed open to hotel door room.

“Hey, sweetheart!” you parents answered in unison from the small kitchen area.

“How was you walk, Y/N? We’re almost done making dinner,” your dad said, glancing up from the vegetables he was chopping.

“It was good,” you replied, sliding into one of the chairs at the dining table. the faint smell of garlic and spices made your stomach growl.

dinner was simple but satisfying. you cleared your plate, completely forgetting to save room for dessert. As you helped cleaned up your mom asked you that question again.

“So, do you like any boys?” she teased, her tone light.

You bit your lip, trying not to roll your eyes. The real question was: Do any boys like me? You felt like you’d tried everything—laughing at their jokes, dressing up for parties, putting yourself out there. But somehow, you always seemed invisible.

Shaking the thoughts away, you forced yourself a small smile and shrugged. “Not really, Mom.”

After helping clean the kitchen, you headed to bed, deciding not to dwell on the topic any longer. You were fine the way you were. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you closed your eyes and let the sound of the ocean lull you to sleep.

The next morning, the smell of eggs and bacon pulled you out of bed. Your dad had outdone himself again, adding fresh pineapple on the side this time. After breakfast, you washed your face, changed into a swimsuit and shorts, and helped your parents pack a beach bag. By the time you all stepped out of the elevator and onto the sandy beach, the sun was already high in the sky, promising an even hotter day than the one before.

The heat was unrelenting, and you were thankful your dad had insisted on brining the umbrella. As soon as you unpacked the towels and set up your spot, you slipped off your sandals and bolted for the water, the scorching sand practically burning your feet. relief washed over you as soon as your toes touched the cool waves. You sighed letting the ocean embrace you once more.

and just as you turned to glance back at your parents, you spotted a familiar flash of pink hair in the distance. The boy from yesterday was there again, the little white puppy tugging playfully at his leash.

Out of nowhere, a familiar little white puppy came barreling toward you, tugging its pink-haired owner along for the ride. Laughing, you crouched down to greet the energetic dog as it jumped on you, its tiny tongue happily licking your face.

“Hi sweet thing,” you cooed and scratched behind its ear.

“Hi to you too,” a voice chimed in behind you. Startled, you turned to find the boy with pink hair standing there, slightly out of breath but grinning.

“I was talking to the puppy,” you teased, clearing your throat but not without a giggle.

“Righttt, and so was I…” he replied, shaking his head with a small laugh before scooping up the dog. “Sorry about him. He’s a bit of a handful.”

“Oh, it’s fine! He’s adorable,” you said, smiling up at him. “What’s his name?”

“Jake,” he said, petting the dog. “Like Jake the Dog from Adventure Time.”

Your face lit up. “I love Adventure Time! That’s such a great name.”

“What about you?” he asked. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered. “And you?”

“Yuji,” he said, puffing out his chest a little and running a hand through his pink hair. “Nice to meet you.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the sound of waves filling the silence. Then Yuji cleared his throat. “So, uh… are you here with your family?” “i thought there wasn’t any other people my age, i thought i was going to suffer alone this whole week.” he said.

You nodded, glancing back at your parents in the distance. “Yeah, my mom and dad. They’d freak if they saw me talking to a random boy, though.”

Yuji chuckled. “Oh? Why is that?” he asked.

Finding comfort in his charming personality you caved . “I don’t really talk to guys a lot so i can only assumed they would try to make this a big deal if they knew.” you say looking around the beach. “I guess we’ll just have to keep this our little secret.” you added slowly fidgeting with your hands.

His eyes lit up at your words. “A secret friendship, huh? I like the sound of that.”

The next morning, you slipped out of the hotel room early, telling your parents you were going for a walk. You didn’t admit you were hoping to run into Yuji again, though the thought of seeing him made your chest flutter with an excitement you hadn’t felt in ages.

The beach was quiet, the early morning sun casting a soft golden glow across the sand. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt and the rhythmic murmur of waves. You wandered for a while, scanning the horizon, trying not to make it obvious—even to yourself—that you were looking for him.

And then you spotted him. He was by the water’s edge, tossing a ball for Jake, who bounded after it with unrestrained enthusiasm. Yuji’s laughter drifted over to you, warm and carefree. When he noticed you, he waved, his smile bright enough to rival the sun.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said as you approached, brushing sand off his hands before slipping them into his pockets.

“Totally a coincidence,” you replied, though the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you.

“Sure it is,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jake trotted over, tail wagging furiously as if to greet you. You bent down to scratch behind his ears, earning a happy bark. “I think Jake’s more excited to see me than you are,” you joked, looking up at Yuji.

“Hey, I’m excited,” he said, feigning offense. “Jake’s just bad at hiding it.”

The two of you started walking along the shoreline, the soft sand shifting beneath your feet. The conversation flowed easily, like you’d known each other forever instead of just a day. He told you about his family—how his parents had dragged him on this trip to “bond as a family unit,” though he suspected it was more about them escaping work stress. You shared stories about your own family, painting vivid pictures of your mom’s well-meaning overbearing nature and your dad’s dry sense of humor.

Yuji chuckled. “Sounds like we’ve got the same parent handbook. My mom tried to plan every second of this trip, but Jake and I keep sneaking off.”

“Rebels,” you said with mock seriousness, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

At one point, as the waves lapped at your toes, he bumped his shoulder lightly against yours. “You’re pretty cool, you know that?”

The comment caught you off guard, heat rising to your cheeks. You laughed to cover it, glancing at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

For a moment, the two of you walked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle crash of waves and the distant cry of seagulls. The world felt smaller here, quieter, like it belonged only to the two of you.

He suddenly stopped and bent down, scooping up a smooth, flat stone. “Think I can skip it?” he asked, holding it up for you to see.

“You? Doubtful,” you teased.

“Watch and learn,” he said, narrowing his eyes in mock determination. With a flick of his wrist, the stone sailed across the water, skipping once, twice, three times before sinking.

“Not bad,” you admitted. “But I can do better.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?”

“Absolutely.”

You searched for the perfect stone, and when you found it, you mimicked his stance with exaggerated precision, earning a laugh from him. Your stone skipped twice before plopping into the water.

“Okay, maybe you’re better,” you conceded, brushing sand off your hands.

“Maybe?” he said with a grin. “I think you better get on your knees and apologize .” he teases.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. The morning stretched on, filled with playful banter and the kind of connection that felt rare and effortless. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, you realized you weren’t just hoping to see Yuji again—you were already looking forward to the next time.

By the third day, your secret meetings had become a routine. The days seemed to blend together, each morning an unspoken promise to meet in the quiet of the beach, away from the noise of the hotel and your families. The sunrise had become the backdrop to your conversations, with the world slowly waking up around you. Today, you found each other again at the edge of the water, this time sitting under the shade of a palm tree, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. Jake, as usual, lay at your feet, lazily flicking his tail as he dozed in the morning sun.

The calm was comforting, yet there was a weight in the air. The kind that often lingered when conversations were too deep to stay on the surface.

“You ever feel like…” Yuji paused, throwing a pebble into the waves. The stone skipped once, twice, before sinking into the water with a soft splash. “Like you’re living someone else’s life? Like you’re doing everything you’re supposed to, but none of it feels like you?”

His voice was quieter than usual, carrying a note of something unspoken. You glanced over at him, noticing the faraway look in his eyes as he stared at the horizon.

You nodded slowly, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest. His words resonated in a way that surprised you. “That’s deep as fuck but yeah all the time,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m constantly trying to live up to other people’s expectations… like I’m following a script I didn’t write.”

The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a strange sense of relief in sharing something so vulnerable.

Yuji shifted slightly, his knee brushing against yours. He looked at you then, his brown eyes soft, searching, as if he were looking for something—an answer, a connection, or maybe just someone who understood.

“I guess that’s why this week’s been so great,” he said quietly. “Being here with you… it feels real. Like I’m actually me for once.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond. The honesty in his voice, the rawness, made your heart skip a beat. It felt like something delicate and precious had been shared, something you both had been holding back.

Before you could think of a response, Jake suddenly let out a loud bark, his tail wagging furiously as he sprang to his feet. The moment shattered like glass, both of you jolting at the unexpected interruption.

“Jake,” you said, laughing softly as you reached down to pet him, the tension melting away as the dog happily licked your hand. “I swear, he always comes when things get to tense.”

Yuji chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s just making sure your okay isn’t that right jake?”

You smiled, but a part of you couldn’t shake the way Yuji’s words had left a mark. It had been a fleeting moment, but something between the two of you had shifted.

The rest of the morning passed in a comfortable blur, with you both falling into an easy rhythm, talking about everything and nothing. Yet, in the back of your mind, his words lingered like an unspoken promise. Being with him felt real—maybe it wasn’t just this week, maybe it was something more.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, you found yourself stealing glances at him, wondering if he felt the same way, if maybe, just maybe, this connection was something you both needed more than you realized.

It’s 1 a.m., and you’re sneaking out of your hotel room, heart pounding in your chest. You’re not even trying to be quiet anymore—if you get caught, you get caught. But right now, the only thing that matters is meeting Yuji down at the beach.

When you find him, he’s already standing by the water, staring at the waves. He looks way too good in the moonlight—like he stepped right out of a movie. You can’t help but smile to yourself, but it’s kind of hard to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You came,” Yuji says, turning around, his voice low and kind of surprised. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, it feels like the whole world quiets down, like you’re the only two people here.

You smile, trying to act chill, even though your heart’s going a mile a minute. “Wouldn’t leave you out here alone,” you say, walking over to him and sitting down on the sand. You’re close enough that you can feel the heat from his body, and it’s hard to focus on anything else.

For a minute, you both just sit there, the sound of the waves filling the space between you. The air feels different tonight—cool, but not uncomfortable. And everything about being here, with him, feels easy.

Yuji finally breaks the silence, and his voice is softer than usual, like he’s letting his guard down. “You know, I’ve never done anything like this. Sneaking out, I mean. But I’m really glad I did this is so much fun.”

You nod, trying to ignore how his words make your chest feel all warm. “Yeah, me too,” you say, glancing at him. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you—like he’s actually present, like he’s not just passing the time but really paying attention to you. You can’t help but smile a little.

He shifts closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours, and it feels like you’ve known him way longer than just a few days. You fight the urge to look at him, but you can feel him beside you, and it’s almost like the space between you doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s just the two of you, sitting there in the dark, like nothing else matters.

“You’re pretty cool, you know that?” Yuji says, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

You laugh, trying to keep it cool. “What, you didn’t think I was cool before?” You throw him a teasing look, but you’re pretty sure your smile gives you away.

He grins back at you, that same confident smile of his, but there’s something softer in his eyes now. “Guess I just didn’t realize how fun you are to be around or maybe i just haven’t had this fun in a while,” he says, and for some reason, it makes your stomach do a weird little flip.

The silence between you two doesn’t feel awkward anymore. It feels comfortable. Like you could sit here forever, just watching the waves and talking about whatever. But then, of course, the moment happens—right when you’re both so close, it almost feels like he’s going to kiss you. You can feel it, the electric charge in the air, the way your breath catches in your throat.

But just as you lean in, the ocean decides to ruin it all. A massive wave crashes onto the shore, soaking you both in cold water. You flinch, laughing even though you’re absolutely soaked. “FUCKKKKKK” you yelp and You shake your head, wiping water from your eyes.

Yuji chuckles, a lighthearted laugh that makes your heart skip. “Guess the ocean isn’t a yn and yuji shipper,” he says, shaking his hair out like he’s not the least bit bothered.

You roll your eyes but can’t stop grinning. “Great, now we’re both soaked.” But the smile on his face? Yeah, that’s worth it.

You both sit there, laughing it off, the tension gone but something else lingering. Something that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you don’t need a kiss to make this moment perfect. Just being here with him, sharing the quiet, feeling the connection—it’s enough. For now, anyway.

And as you sit there, your heart still racing, you know you’re not going to forget this. Not ever.

The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the hotel room. You sit on the edge of the bed, your suitcase packed but somehow still feeling like there’s more you need to say—more you need to do. You glance over at Yuji, who’s standing by the window, looking out at the beach. He’s been quiet, and you both know this is the moment. The moment where you say goodbye.

You get up, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. You walk over to him, standing beside him as you both stare out at the waves one last time. The beach looks different now—almost like a memory, one that’s fading even though it’s only just happened.

“You know,” Yuji starts, his voice quieter than usual, “I’m really glad we met. Even if it was just for a few days, I… I don’t know, it feels like it was worth it.”

You nod, your heart twisting. You want to say so much more, but the words aren’t there. Instead, you reach for his hand, your fingers brushing lightly against his. He turns to you, his eyes dark and soft, the usual teasing smile replaced with something more genuine, something that makes your chest tighten.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “You have no idea.”

Yuji steps closer, his hand gently cupping your face. He’s warm, and it feels like the world is slowing down. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of him being so close wash over you. You never wanted this to end, but you knew it had to.

When you open your eyes, his face is only inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. There’s no hesitation. No second-guessing. Just the pull of something undeniable. His lips brush against yours softly at first, like he’s testing the waters, but then it deepens, and everything inside of you shifts. It’s not like the other kisses you’ve had. This one feels final—like a promise and a goodbye all wrapped in one.

His hands slip to your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat of him, the way he makes your heart race. For a second, everything else fades away—there’s no beach, no hotel room, no goodbyes. It’s just you and him, and the feeling of being together, even if it’s just for this one last moment.

When you pull away, it’s slow, like you’re both reluctant to let go. Your foreheads rest together for a moment, and there’s a sadness in his eyes that matches your own.

“I’m really gonna miss you,” he says again, voice thick.

“Me too,” you whisper back, and for a moment, it’s like nothing else matters. Not the distance between you, not the fact that you’re about to go back to different lives. Just the memory of that kiss, and the feeling of having shared something real, something that’s going to stay with you long after this trip ends.

You both stand there, holding onto each other for a moment longer, before the silence stretches between you, signaling that it’s time. Slowly, you pull away, each of you taking a step back as you grab your bags, ready to leave.

But as you turn to walk out the door, you hear Yuji call your name. You pause, looking back at him one last time.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he says, his voice low, like he’s savoring the moment.

“Goodbye, Yuji,” you reply, your voice thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

And with that, you both walk away—each carrying the memory of the kiss, the connection, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t really goodbye forever.

The morning light filters through the hotel windows, but it feels cold to you. The suitcase is packed, your things are neatly stacked, but your heart? Your heart is a mess, torn between the beautiful memory of the past few days and the crushing reality of leaving it all behind.

You try to hide the tears as you stand by the door, pretending like everything’s fine, like you’re not dying inside. But the ache in your chest is unbearable. It feels like you’re losing something—no, someone—and you don’t know how to let go.

The sound of your parents’ voices in the hallway snaps you out of your thoughts, but even as they call your name, you don’t move. You just stand there, staring at the floor, feeling like you’re suffocating.

When they finally enter the room, they stop short when they see your face. Your mother’s eyes soften, and you feel her arms wrap around you before you even realize you’re crying. Your dad stands behind her, looking like he wants to say something, but he’s unsure. You don’t care. All you can feel is the raw pain in your chest, the feeling of losing something you can’t get back.

“I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you bury your face in your mom’s shoulder. “I feel like I lost… something. Something really important.”

Your mom doesn’t say anything at first, just holds you tighter, rubbing your back like she knows exactly what you need. Your dad steps forward, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. He doesn’t always know what to say, but right now, he doesn’t have to. You can feel the love and support from both of them, and it makes the hurt feel a little more bearable.

“Sweetheart, I know it hurts,” your mom says softly. “But this is part of growing up. You give a piece of yourself to people you care about, and sometimes, it’s hard to walk away. But that doesn’t mean you won’t carry those pieces with you.”

You pull back, wiping your eyes, but the tears keep coming. “It’s not just that. It’s… he was the first guy who ever looked at me. Like, really looked at me. And now I’ll never see him again. I feel like I lost a part of me.”

Your mom’s face softens, her eyes full of understanding. “I know, honey. I know. It’s the first real love, the kind of love that leaves a mark on your heart. But that love is still a part of you, even if you can’t be with him.”

Your dad speaks up, his voice gruff but full of love. “You’re stronger than you think. You don’t need anyone to complete you. You’re whole on your own. And this? This is just one chapter in your story. There will be others. You’ll find people who see you, love you, and make you feel like you belong.”

“But what if this is it?” you ask, your voice trembling. “What if I never feel that way again? What if I’m just… empty?”

Your mom gently lifts your chin so you’re looking at her. “You won’t be empty. you’ll always carry that first love with you. It’s part of who you are now. And who knows? Life is full of surprises. There’s no telling what the future holds.”

You nod, but the ache in your chest doesn’t disappear. It’s a kind of sadness that feels like it will never fade, but as your parents stand by you, you realize something. The world keeps turning. Life keeps moving. And even though you’ve lost something important, you still have the love and support of the people who will always be there for you.

You stand up straight, wiping your eyes one last time. Your parents give you a knowing look, and they don’t say anything more. They just stand by your side, offering silent comfort.

and as you walk out of the hotel room, leaving the place that holds so many memories behind, you know it’s not really goodbye forever. Maybe the pain will linger, maybe it’ll hurt for a while—but you’ll heal, and you’ll carry this first love with you. No matter where life takes you.

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"rin, i'm sleepy."

it's two in the morning; you're barely awake, and so is he."so go back to sleep again." his indifferent answer comes out in an instant, shadowed teal eyes still fixed on one of the replays he's always watching on his phone.

"but i want you!" your voice is whiny, almost needy, an unusual occurrence in this household. you're like rin; neither of you are ever clingy except on those hot and humid nights when it's late and the covers have been thrown haphazardly onto somewhere on the floor, and he's peeling off his shirt because it's hot as fuck but he still wants to feel you. and you obviously share the sentiment every single time, sinking wholeheartedly into his arms, even though you know it'll make the heat worse.

the screen goes black.

"something wrong?" he asks. you're swaying slightly, balancing on the balls of your feet as you consider the question

."mmm... nah, not really."

"then?"

"is it a crime to want my boyfriend?"

"that's new." the words slip out before he can stop himself; rin braces for an impact that never comes.

you shrug. "i guess."

concerning.

"okay," he sighs, getting up. his phone is slid into the pocket of his shorts. "let's get you to bed."

you pad up the stairs before him, but refuse to get in.

"rin, the covers."

it's hot tonight; your bedcovers are still lying perfectly on the bed, and he huffs — although without any hint of malice — at the sight. rin steps forward silently, picking you up effortlessly with one arm and pulling the covers back with the other. without warning, you're being tossed onto the bed; you land gently with a shriek.

a rare, wide grin stretches across his face when he hears you giggle — yet another uncommon occurrence. "no way you liked that."

"no comment, itoshi," you grumble, and he actually laughs as he crawls into bed.

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this december

₊˚⊹ ᰔ only in my darkest moments can i see the light

synopsis: you and your classmate, megumi are sent to a small and remote town on the countryside together, for different reasons. you to heal from a quite bad injury, and him to get rest, but most importantly: you two need to learn to get along better to avoid faliures like this in the future. will you be able to spend a whole month with someone who dislikes you so badly? you're not sure yet.

tags: megumi x reader, forced proximity, opposites attract, healing together, fluff

warnings: none (for now, i may add in the future)

status: ongoing

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₊˚⊹ chapters:

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mysterious kisses at midnight | ch5: dior sauvage

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shoko doesn’t follow gojos priv so she was confused on who geto was talking to

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sessions

3. turn it up!

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tw/notes: cussing, drinking, slightly offensive jokes, small tiny manga spoilers (?) (it just mentions two characters who haven’t appeared in the anime yet doesn’t spoil the plot or anything)

as far as you knew, toge, panda, and yuji had stayed downstairs playing rounds of beer pong while you happily went with nobara upstairs. however it seemed god was on your side today as megumi tagged along behind you two, for whatever reason. you heard him mumbling under his breath something about not liking the taste of beer or even the actual game, but the reason seemed unimportant now as he sat next to you, alone, after nobara ran off saying she was going to go get another friend of theirs or something like that.

usually you’d be able to strike up a conversation, however you felt rather awkward as megumi seemed distracted on his phone, furrowing his brow slightly, typing away against the screen.

what could you ask him? his hobbies? what his favorite movie was? wait, didn’t yuta say something about them being in the same class? finally after another minute, he put his phone away and sighed, looking up ahead of him.

oh what the hell was there to lose, if you failed miserably you’d probably never have to directly meet him again anyway.

as you spoke up, you smiled slightly at the way his attention almost immediately turned to you.

“so… what do you do?” well you had a good chance, maybe, but what the hell type of question was that to start off with?

“what do i… do? like… job wise?” he questioned, a slight pout on his lip, but maybe they were just naturally like that.

“yeah.”

he shrugged slightly, before leaning back further into the couch, “i make music, go to college, have a job on the side too…”

“oh, cool- wait you made that song with yuji right?”

he internally cringed “no. don’t bring that up.”

you almost laughed at the way his expression soured almost immediately just by mentioning it.

“it wasn’t that bad…”

“you don’t have to spare me. don’t lie to my face, i know it was horrendous.”

“well… i haven’t heard any of your other stuff, but i’m sure you were just being nice to yuji to let him… y’know… on one of your instrumentals.”

“well i need to redeem myself then, i can’t have that as your only impression of my music.”

“y’know… we should trade…”

“trade?”

“i listen to yours, and you listen to mine…”

he seemed to think about something for a moment, before letting out a small huff.

“…and if i already listened to yours?”

now that caught you off guard.

“you have?”

he shifted slightly in his seat, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in closer, even by just an inch.

“yeah… actually got curious from yuji’s post with you. it’s pretty good just… it’s not usually the type i’d listen to, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

smiling at him, you moved closer, yet he didn’t seem to move back at all, mostly just seeming amused. “oh, so you’re not into ‘pink princess pilates’ music?”

he scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face, “what type of ai generated spotify wrapped thing is that?”

“that’s exactly where i got it from actually, was one of my genres…”

“well… at least it sounds cute, i think it’s ‘fitting’, i got grouped into something called ‘abstract indie sleaze soundtrack moment’.”

“the hell does that even mean? sounds like a red flag honestly, maybe i should stop talking to you hear…”

“not gonna give me a chance then? thought yuji said you were into me?”

“oh my god did he seriously say that- can’t he keep a secret?”

he was about to respond, his expression still slightly playful until suddenly a voice cut in, and you saw a girl jump into the empty space next to him, sitting down. “fushiguro! it’s been too long!” she exclaimed. megumi seemed startled at first, but relaxed after another moment. “oh… hey hana.”

“i missed you- where have you been recently?” she continued, seemingly wanting to reach out and touch him, but hesitant to.

“just busy… work… college and stuff.” he replied, about to turn back to you to introduce you to what you hoped was just his friend, that is until yuji and nobara seemed to have finally caught up with you guys again. before you even got the chance to say goodbye to him, yuji was pulling you off the couch and dragging you away from the group.

“y/n real quick- sorry- but pleaseeee you need to dj for us or something- just for like half an hour at least!! you need to show off against this asshole!”

no context whatsoever to what was happening, you couldn’t even reject yuji’s offer as he basically dragged you towards the music booth.

outside the studio…

sigh… guys i don’t hate hana i actually think she’s a cutie and love her but i had to bring someone into that role… 😥😓😪

yuji such a feminist wanted to prove some guy who was drunkly babbling on about #womeninmusic wrong accidentally crashed the moment

y/n texted maki a sc of megumi’s instagram and she put two and two together immediately

megumi was actually just writing down a reminder to get in contact with y/n but nobara wanted to push him

idk why the gif drops qualities every time i use one hope it doesn’t bother anyone 💔💔💔

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SHUT UP AND DRIVE: —TOKYO DRIFT EDITION .ᐟ

street racer!megumi x street racer!reader smau

Synopsis: rumor has it that Jujutsu racers Megumi Fushiguro and Y/n L/n have broken up, which is why they have been missing from the racing scene recently. [click to see more...]

you and megumi have been dating since high school. when your recent breakup hit the internet, it caused Jujutsu race fans to divide. But what happens when the final season is coming to a close and it's time to start picking racers to participate in the 24 hours of le mans? only two from each sector to go, and you and megumi are the best of your teams...

status: ongoing -> bi-monthly updates!

cws: modern au, aged up character, rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, suggestive content, drinking, clubbing, illegal racing, fighting (the girls get handsy), slight itafushi (I can’t help myself), mentions of other shows/characters, rich parents, ooc, tba… check chapters for tag updates, do I know how street racing works? not at all! but my friends obsessed and google is free so who cares!

this is a mixed/blended smau, where most of it is writing and I add texts/tweets for in-between context

Format credits to the lovely @/chososcamgirl

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choose your character:

official playlist || y/n's lifestyle guide || megumi's lifestyle guide

introductions: pink pony club! || sassy man apocalypse

FIRST LAP 🚩

I. gear up 🚦

II. ignition 🚦

III. blame it on the alcohol🚦|| 3.5. drunk walk home

IV. so highschool🚦

V. tba…

SECOND LAP 🚩

VI. tba…

VII. tba…

VIII. tba…

IX. tba…

X. tba…

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mysterious kisses at midnight | ch4: coffee girl

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you’ve just finished an assignment. yes, it was due last night, but who cares? it’s not like your professor does. due dates, deadlines—they’re all a suggestion to him anyway.

you shove your laptop into your bag and head out, the chill of the new year’s breeze biting at your cheeks. something about today feels off—a weird, gut-twisting sensation. you can’t place it, but it’s there, nagging at the back of your mind.

pushing the thought aside, you reach a cozy café down the street. the bell above the door jingles as you walk in, and you pause, taking in the décor. christmas lights still frame the windows, and a plastic santa sits awkwardly on the counter.

it’s january. let it go, people.

after a quick glance at the menu, you order a black coffee. bitter, yes, but at this point, you’d chug motor oil if it meant staying awake. five minutes later, cup in hand, you sigh.

i probably should head back before my brain shuts off completely.

just as you turn, a solid wall slams into you—wait, not a wall, a person. your coffee spills, splattering across his shirt.

“what the—” you look up, flustered and already irritated.

towering above you is some guy, messy white hair falling over blue eyes that glint with mischief. he’s grinning.

grinning.

“well, hello there,” he says, voice smooth but with a teasing edge, like he’s holding back a laugh.

your stomach drops.

isn’t that the guy who followed me on instagram?

“you’re the weirdo who followed me on instagram!” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

his grin widens. “i was kind of expecting an apology, but sure, let’s start there.”

“oh, right,” you mumble. “uh, sorry, i guess?”

“that’s more like it.” he pauses, tilting his head. “and yeah, i did follow you. you’re shoko’s friend, right?”

your brows furrow.

so he followed me even though he doesn’t know me personally?

he chuckles, like he can see the judgment written all over your face. “relax, it’s not that deep. anyway, i gotta say, you’ve got great aim. didn’t even miss my shirt.”

your eyes drop to the coffee stain spreading across his chest.

shit.

“you’re paying for my dry cleaning,” he adds, smirking.

“yeah, no,” you snap back, rolling your eyes.

he laughs—an obnoxiously loud laugh, one that turns a few heads in the café. “feisty. i like that.”

“okay, you’re weird,” you mutter, brushing past him to make a quick escape. but before you can step away, he calls out after you:

“see you around, coffee girl!”

you stop in your tracks, groaning inwardly. coffee girl? seriously? you turn to glare at him one last time, but he’s already gone, leaving you with nothing but the lingering scent of spilled coffee and an odd mix of irritation and curiosity.

great. what a fantastic way to start the year.

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+ CHAPTER SEVEN // EXCLAMATIONS AND EXPLANATIONS

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Tags — mentions of alcohol, mentions of slightly suggestive activity

Megumi bursted into the apartment and slide tackled Yuji when he saw that tweet

Toge was in fact EYEING UPP yn

was the body shots thing true or was Megumi messing with him? We’ll never know 🤔

daily dose of panda slander 🩷 McDonald’s does in fact not give him food because he’s sexy they give him food because they think he’s hiding a gun under all that blubber

Short chapterrrruhhh maybe I don’t hate them ig.. now that they’re actually talking Toge forgets yn has his twitter on the regular it’s really embarrassing feeling so unmotivated lately brah. Trying to force the words from my fingertips ig

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sessions

2. iconic duo

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tw/notes: cursing, drinking/smoking, drug/alcohol mention, unserious itafushi (?), sexual jokes mentioned

“aren’t you gonna be cold though?” maki asked leaning back on your bed

“but the jacket ruins the point of the outfit, doesn’t it?”

she sighed and looked over her glasses at where you were standing in front of the mirror, “throw on a red one then, red and yellow were already a choice to begin with.”

fake pouting at her you just went ahead and laid down next to her. “it’s just having fun- it’s not even obnoxiously red and yellow! i made it cute,” you sighed dramatically, looking up at her, “don’t push it, i’m still mad you’re not coming with us, who’s gonna be the one degrading the nasty guys that approach us?”

she just rolled her eyes and flicked your forehead in response, “don’t sit here and act like you aren’t capable of being evil.” she stood up from the bed, tugging your arm, “c’mon, i’ve got this red jacket you can take, might even do the outfit a favor, red baby tee and those shorts aren’t enough even if you made cute, you’re still gonna get hypothermia when walking outside.”

you followed her sitting up, letting her take you to her room to dig for the jacket, “if you had decided to go we could’ve been needy and jennifer…”

“aw, well that’s too bad.”

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you wandered through the crowded living space, bright colored lighting shading the walls and furnitures. you dragged toge to where yuji had texted you he was, panda following shortly behind you both, wearing some cheap dollar store blonde wig after you both decided to include him into the ‘duo’ by making him juno’s best friend leah. some people gave you weird looks when seeing the taped bowl under your friend’s shirt resembling a ‘stomach’, but most were caught up in there own worlds.

once you reached the dinning room it was hard to miss the guy’s pink hair, wearing some variation of a tyler durden fit. he was leaning against the table smiling, the round sunglasses sliding down his nose as he seemed to examine something on the table, only to look up when he felt your finger flick against his shoulder. his smile only getting brighter once he took in you and toge’s outfits.

“y/n! wait- you guys actually did it-!” he exclaimed.

“heyyyy- you look great! fight club-” you started only to be cut off by him bringing his finger up to his lips. “first rule, never talk about about fight club.”

you just rolled your eyes, watching him bring his attention to toge next. “hey, this is our friend panda,” he said, pointing to the obvious.

“awesome! i love panda’s!” he exclaimed, turning back to you for a moment before he forgot. “oh hey- remind me one of my friends wanted to meet you, she started listening to you and said she’s a fan!”

“always up for meeting a hot girl,” but as yuji moved out the way, you caught sight of the guy who had been standing behind him.

white button up with a ‘hello my name is’ sticker on it, black pants, loosened tie and fake busted lip and nose, the blood drawn on with what’d you guess was some kind of lipstick or colored makeup pencil. No doubt as the narrator and the other half of yuji’s pair, but holy shit was he hot.

“oh yeah- hey this is my no heart ex-roomate-” yuji started only to get slapped on the back of his head.

“Fushiguro, nice meeting you…”

outside the studio…

debated making megumi and yuji ennis and jack but i alr made a reference 1st chap had to limit myself

megumi stole nobara’s lipstick to draw the blood on in the car and was jumpscared when she got into the passenger seat

toge went around and kept rubbing his stomach and telling everyone y/n was the father

yuji was looking down at the table at a printed out minion meme someone that was a fan had given him

yuta and maki went to go watch nosferatu together, maki kept thinking ‘trench coat buttoned up to the TOP”

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˗ˏˋ Kilby Girl ˎˊ˗

𝄞 “I overheard that she was nineteen || had a fake ID and a nose ring || those kind of girls tend to know things || better than I do || and I’m trying || to figure out what she’s hiding || she’s playing it cool but she’s lying || better than I do” — The Backseat Lovers

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader SMAU (?)

Decided by both the loml and greatest opp @m1ndfulsorrows !!!!!

You’re all pink and sparkles and the sweet scent of vanilla that wafts from the little breakfast diner you work at, when you’re not busy balancing your classes, that is. He’s the boyish, funny regular who can’t seem to leave you alone (and for some reason, neither can his gaze). Upon growing closer, the fact that you’ve got a secret only becomes more apparent to him. Who says little miss perfect can’t be a rockstar?

Cw — college/university au, no curses au, possibly offensive humour, cursing, alc/drug mentions, brief angst, warnings will get more specific within the individual chapters

Yn Moodboard | Playlist

INTROS –

Kurt Cobain Painters | Yuta + the voices in his head

⸝⸝ Set List (🌸 for written content)

+ ZERO // cockroach

+ ONE // don’t cry over spilled coffee 🌸

+ TWO // plot loading…

+ THREE // normal person

+ FOUR // run it back 🌸

+ FIVE // secret society

+ SIX // groupies 🌸 tba

+ SEVEN // exclamations and explanations tba

+ EIGHT // alpha discount 🌸 tba

+ NINE // coolio. 🌸 tba

+ TEN // power off tba

+ ELEVEN // no take backsies tba

+ TWELVE // the jitters 🌸 tba

+ THIRTEEN // barf!! tba

+ EPILOGUE tba

Status: ongoing

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a/n — there will be a brief break in chapter posts from the 16th-26th (give or take) so that I can release a Gojo fic and a little Drabble for Megumi’s birthday :33 otherwise I hope to be somewhat consistent with posting and get this smau OVER WITHHHH

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HIII!! ofc babes!! i’ll add u to it 🤗