cherryblessing

[cherryblessing]

Pre-relationship they walk in on you crying

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

my smau masterlists one and two

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──★ ˙❤️‍🔥 ̟ !! Over You (Almost)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

You never really meant for anyone to know.

Your crush on Katsuki Bakugo was supposed to stay between you and the four walls of your dorm room — whispered into pillows, tucked beneath journal pages, folded neatly between the lines of every stolen glance and shy smile. It wasn’t loud, not the kind that shouted over rooftops or demanded attention. It was quiet.

But secrets, it turns out, are fragile things in Class 1-A.

It started with a glance that lasted a little too long during training. Then came the way your ears turned red when Bakugo brushed past you in the hallway, and how your voice always went just a touch softer when you addressed him. The others noticed. Of course they did. You were subtle — but not subtle enough.

Soon it became a game.

“Heyyy, did you see Bakugo this morning? He looked extra... explosive.”

“Careful girl, your heart might combust if he yells again.”

“You should confess! Imagine the drama!”

It was relentless — harmless, mostly, but constant. Kaminari and Mina led the charge. Kirishima just chuckled and offered supportive thumbs-ups. Midoriya once offered to help you write a confession letter until you nearly passed out from embarrassment. Even Todoroki, bless him, once asked you plainly at lunch if you were in love with Bakugo. (You choked on your rice.)

But the worst part?

Bakugo didn’t seem to notice.

He didn’t tease you like the others. Didn’t even act like he cared. He treated you the same way he treated everyone else — with that sharp-edged scowl, that bark of a voice, that signature gruffness. It stung more than it should’ve. The quiet pining stretched into months, and somewhere along the way… it began to fray.

You started noticing the ways he didn’t notice you.

You started letting go.

And one day, during a lull in the common room — the others mid-conversation, teasing you yet again — Mina nudged you with a knowing grin and said, “So, how long before you finally ask Bakugo out?”

You looked up, sipped your tea, and shrugged.

“I don’t like him anymore.”

Silence.

You could’ve heard a pin drop. Even the background music from Kaminari’s phone paused like it, too, couldn’t believe what you’d said.

Mina blinked. “Wait. What?”

“I said I don’t like him anymore,” you repeated calmly, like it hadn’t taken you weeks to untangle him from the threads of your heart. “I got over it.”

Someone gasped. Sero dropped his chips. Kirishima straightened in his seat like he’d just witnessed a crime. Even Todoroki raised an eyebrow.

And then — then — you looked up to find Bakugo standing in the doorway.

He hadn’t said anything. You didn’t even know how long he’d been there.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes — sharp, red, too loud for someone who hadn’t said a word — were fixed on you like you’d just pulled the ground out from under him.

You didn’t flinch. Just smiled, soft and resigned, and turned back to your tea.

He walked away after a beat. Said nothing. Left the room with too much quiet behind him.

But later that night, you found a note slipped beneath your door. No name. No signature.

Just his handwriting.

'When did it stop?'

And beneath that, scribbled faintly like he’d almost erased it:

'Why didn’t you tell me it started?'

[cherryblessing]

kita’s sitting contentedly on the porch in sweatpants and a t-shirt with sleeves he very clearly cut himself. there’s a cup of cold tea sweating by his knee, moreso lukewarm by now, your bare feet in his lap, and a hummingbird chipping away at the fruit his grandmother spent the afternoon cutting.

the air smells like citrus rinds and fresh-cut grass. his thumb runs along the bone of your ankle, calloused from farm work but soft where it counts.

“you look real smug over there,” you say, squinting at him without lifting your head. “like you aren’t the idiot that spilled juice all over your shirt an hour ago.”

“ain’t smug,” he doesn’t look up, keeps thumbing at the arch of your right foot. “just comfortable.���

you hum. “comfortable with the idea of marryin’ me?”

that gets his attention. his eyes meet yours, adoration immediately settling in them. “that a proposal, or you just flirtin’ to get outta helpin’ with dishes?”

you smile, oh so sugary-sweet, “can’t it be both?”

the bird dips down toward the plate, pecks at a chunk of melon and flits away with it.

kita watches it for a second, then turns back to your feet in his lap. his thumb goes back to rubbing at that same little spot on your ankle — second nature.

“she said you were good luck,” he says suddenly.

you blink. “who did?”

“gran.”

your heart stutters. “she said that?”

“mm.” he shrugs like it’s nothing, but his cheeks are turning pink. “said the tomatoes grew sweeter this year, and she hasn’t yelled at that godforsaken neighbor in weeks. thinks it’s ‘cause of you.”

you snort. “i’ve been here, what, three times total?”

“apparently that’s all it took,” he says, serious now. “she likes you. really likes you.”

you raise a brow. “that surprising?”

kita sits up straighter, suddenly full of conviction. “yes. it is. you don’t get it — gran doesn’t like anyone. she’s sweet to their face, sure, but the moment they’re out the door it’s all ‘that one’s got no sense,’ or ‘he dresses like his mama never taught him how.’”

you laugh, leaning on his shoulder. “she said those things about the twins, didn’t she?”

“whispered it while ‘samu could still hear, too.” he shakes his head, sounding in awe. “but you? she lets you sit in her recliner. she makes you iced tea from scratch, not the jug mix.”

“boiled the leaves herself,” kita says, holding up a hand like he’s swearing in court. “haven’t seen her do that since my uncle’s birthday. not even for me.”

your foot slips off his lap, and he catches it again without missing a heartbeat.

“i mean it,” he murmurs, quieter now. “she loves you. and to me that’s… big. real big.”

your voice softens. “you care what she thinks?”

“course i do.” he looks a little embarrassed now, gaze not-so-subtly traveling down to your ring finger. “the woman raised me. it matters. a whole bunch.”

there’s a short pause. the cicadas kick up louder in the bushes right on cue, and the last bit of sun stretches long shadows across the porch.

“you know,” you say, voice as soft as the dying light, “you keep rubbing my foot like that and i might have to actually marry you out of obligation.”

kita huffs out a laugh, hands working at your calves now. “might?” he echoes. “actually..? even after all the things i’ve done for you today?”

“all you’ve done for me?” you push his face away with your palm, smiling ear to ear despite yourself. “i was the one who peeled the grapefruit. didn’t hear me complain when it squirted me in the eye did you?”

he grins. “my brave soldier.”

“damn straight.”

“but really,” he starts again, thumb pausing at your heel, “you ever think about it?”

“foot rubs?” you deadpan. “dream about ‘em.”

kita chuckles again, the joy you are to be around. “marriage,” he clarifies. “with me.”

“sometimes.”

he leans back onto his elbows, looking out toward the yard where the hummingbird’s darting back toward the fruit plate, stealing a melon slice.

“i think about it,” he confesses. “think about what flavor cake you’d want, if you’d wear your hair up or down. think about you in white. had a few dreams about that last one.”

you look down at your hands, gather them in your lap. “you’re too good at that.”

“too good at what?”

“sayin’ stuff that makes my heart feel all wobbly.”

he laughs, your favorite sound. “think your heart’s wobbly now — wait ‘til i get down on one knee.”

you stretch your toes against the inside of his thigh, playful. “if i was mrs. kita, you’d still be good to me if i hogged the covers, let hair go down the drain?”

“when you’re mrs. kita.” he corrects, palming your thigh now. “ain’t stopped me before.”

“those are boyfriend duties,” you say, hand over your heart. “sure you could handle wife-level chaos?”

“darlin’,” he says, nosing your cheek before he kisses it, “i’d carry your chaos around in my shirt pocket if it meant i got to call you mine.”

you groan. “enough of that, shin.”

his eyes crinkle at the corners. “hmm? of what?”

“i’m gonna start doodling hearts on my skin around your last name like we’re in middle school.”

he leans in, tucks the stray hairs from your face behind your ears. “go on and do it. looks good on you.”

“what does?”

his voice dips. “my name.”

you reach forward and tug at the hem of his cutoff, an attempt to cover up the shade of red you’ve quickly turned into within the past couple of minutes. “…can’t believe i’m fallin’ for a man who can’t cut even sleeves.”

“can’t believe you’re gonna marry him,” he teases.

you kick at him, yet you don’t bother denying it.

then you pad barefoot into cool floorboards, screen doors clattering shut behind you.

in the kitchen, the fan spins overhead. the scent of old wood and lemon cleaner clings to everything, comforting in a way you never expected a home to be.

you lean against the counter to rinse the peach-sticky plate at the sink, water running cold.

“dry towel’s hangin’ on the oven,” a voice calls.

you glance back.

his grandmother’s at the table, sorting green beans into a big metal bowl. her hands move like clockwork — snap, flick, drop — she’s done it a hundred times before. probably thousands. doesn’t look up, but the corners of her mouth twitch like she knows.

i see you. i’ve seen this before. i know exactly where it’s going.

you reach for the towel, dabbing at your arms.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to drip,” you mumble, guilty while the mess collects on the wood. “i’ll go wipe it up.”

“don’t fuss,” she clicks her tongue. “you’re fine.”

you hover there awkwardly for a second, unsure if you should offer to help or scurry back out. before you can decide, she sounds out again, hushed.

“he’s steadier with you around.”

your hand stills on the wool.

she drops another into the bowl. “always been a good boy. but you — you make him settle, not slow down. there’s a difference, there is.”

your throat goes dry. “that’s kind of you to say.”

“don’t say nothin’ unless i mean it.”

you bite your lip, eyes stinging. “i care about him.”

“i know,” she says simply.

silence settles again, thick like molasses. then she adds, so quiet you nearly miss it:

“and if he does it right, he’ll marry you on that back lawn under the dogwood tree, same as his grandpa married me.”

you swallow, unsure how to respond.

she finally looks up, meets your gaze square. “that sound alright to you, sweetheart?”

you hum, soft and teary. “sounds like a dream.”

“good,” she goes back to her beans. “now go on and tell him i ain’t pickin’ no more unless he gets his lazy behind in here and grabs the second bowl.”

“yes ma’am,” you nod, barely containing the smile.

outside, kita’s still on the porch, bent over the cups, humming under his breath — some old country tune he often falls back on when his hands are full and his heart’s even fuller. (like right now.)

the screen door thwaps shut behind you.

you bump his arm with your hip and whisper, mischievous. “you’re in trouble, shinsuke.”

“what? why?”

“she says you gotta help with the beans.”

he groans dramatically, flopping back like he’s wounded. “throw me to the wolves just like that?”

you grin, sitting next to him. “might be worth it to get in on her good side. gonna be mrs. kita, after all.”

his eyes cut to yours, boyish and in love. “might be sooner than you think. ‘m not just messin’ around when i talk about you bein’ my wife someday.”

“got a ring tucked behind them peach slices?”

“not yet,” he says. “though i do have a down payment on somethin’ shiny. if you’re patient with me.”

you smile so wide your cheeks start to hurt. “good thing your gran says i’ve got that in spades.”

kita’s fingers still on your palm, face softening.

“she’s right,” he murmurs. “always is.”

[cherryblessing]

rush hour!

[ sakura haruka x gn! reader ]

inspired from this scenario from this otp generator: person a and person b holding hands because there's a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it.

tags: fluff, established relationship, sakura figuring out relationships, and reader being a bit of a tease and liking his blush hehe <3

word count: a little more than 1k !

a/n: i've been dying to write for wind breaker for forever. sakura haruka you're so cute i love you sm you deserve everything good

“C’mon Haru! Don’t pout!”

Sakura sputters, a familiar red creeping on his face.

“Not pouting!”

While your lovely boyfriend is “not” pouting, he follows you through the streets of the shopping district, as you search for a gift for your friend’s birthday.

He yawns, but makes sure to keep an eye on you so he doesn’t lose you somehow, knowing your habit of wandering off. If you both got separated, it would’ve been more bothersome for him after all.

He was planning on spending the day off from school at home, but you had other plans and showed up at his door bright and early and practically dragged him out.

At the thought, he can’t help but scowl a little at how easily you bossed him around in his own home. The treatment from his friends is one thing, but from you too? 

He knows you all mean well, not really meaning it when he yells at the guy in his class or you to get out, not truly anyways, but he keeps his endearment to himself. He can already see how you’d all tease him for it.

You look back again at Sakura and smile, seeing his scowl as he gets lost in thought. He’s so cute.

You slowed your pace and without warning planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

He just about falls over, nearly tripping over his own feet, spluttering again. Your smile is still there, a little more amused if anything, but also soft. 

“Thank you for coming with me today Haruka”

He looks away, red still tinted on his cheeks as he mumbles, “...s’ nothing.”

You hum, pleased, and continue to match your pace with his, walking next to him now as you look around at all the stalls and stores out and about.

He takes a peek at you when you’re not looking and his gaze falls towards your free hand, feeling his own twitch. Sakura feels his cheeks get hot again and he quickly looks away.

You’re always so patient and gentle with him when it comes to your relationship, and it makes his eyes prick with tears more often than not. 

It pisses him off that he has a hard time doing practically anything when it comes to any displays of affection, public or otherwise because you just seem so…unbothered about it, just being too understanding. 

You’ve reassured him that you don’t mind that he’s not so openly affectionate, but you have to be a little disappointed in him right?

He can swing his fists and backflip into kicks no problem, but holding hands? With you? The thought alone makes his heart pound and hands sweat. But…it’s not like he doesn’t want to. That’s what makes him so nervous. What if he does something wrong? What if you don’t want to hold his hand after all?

Before he could dwell much more about it, all of a sudden, a huge wave of people just started to walk past you both from both directions.

He hears you yelp and his head snaps back, seeing you struggle with the crowd.

You lock eyes with him and you can’t help but call out for him, slight panic in your voice.

“H-Haru!”

He tries to get to you, ignoring all the people bumping into him, all his focus on getting to you.

He reaches out for you, struggling a little bit as someone knocks into him again.

“Oi!”

He manages to take a hold of your hand and tugs you forward as he makes a path through the crowd, looking back every so often to make sure you’re okay.

Staring at the back of his head, then to your linked hands, you can’t help the light pink flush that dusts across your cheeks, keeping quiet as he maneuvers you both through the sudden wave of people.

Eventually, he leads you both to a quieter part of the street, grumbling about the sudden onslaught of people and how they were bumping into you.

You stay silent as he complains, realizing that Sakura himself probably hasn’t realized your linked hands, much less how he was the one to initiate, even if it was to rescue you from the crowd.

As a little experiment, you squeeze his hand and you nearly trip when he suddenly stops, and you watch as his face becomes as red as one of Umemiya’s tomatoes. Sakura suddenly lets go of your hand, stammering as you stare.

“T-That was nothin! I-It was just because of that stupid crowd! I didn’t mean to grab onto your stupid hand I–WAIT don’t get the wrong idea I was just—!”

Sakura’s breath hitches as you start to laugh, clearly finding the whole thing funny, and Sakura starts to yell, more embarrassed than anything.

“Stop laughing at me! It’s not funny you–!”

You beam at him, eyes shimmering with mirth.

“Aw, does Sakura Haruka, Furin class 1-1 grade captain want to hold my hand? You’re so cute Haru, of course you can hold my hand!”

He practically stomps away, having enough of your teasing and you laugh again, catching up to him, your grin widening when he grumbles and takes your hand in his without another word. 

Your grin softens into a gentle smile as the two of you walk in peace, and in your head, your original mission of the day gets pushed back for the meantime, intending on savoring as much time as possible holding your fickle, but kind boyfriend’s hand.

You gently swing your joined hands, the moment serene and peaceful as the sun shines bright above and the cool breeze causing the wind chimes to gently tinkle, the sound accompanying the bustle of people all around you both.

Sakura lets out a soft breath, feeling the familiar pang of warmth he feels in his heart that only happens when he’s with you.

But you just have to ruin the moment because in clear disregard for your life (not that he would ever hurt you), you poke fun at him one last time.

“...Your hand is getting sweaty, Haru. Are you nervous?”

“Shaddup!”

a/n: sakura haruka you're so cute

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[cherryblessing]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

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shinsuke kita watched you.

watched with those sharp, observant eyes. watched as you laughed from your core, lightly hitting that other guy’s shoulder. watched as his hand lingered on your arm for way longer than it should have. watched his eyes wander where they shouldn’t.

his chest swelled with an uncomfortable, unfamiliar feeling, grip on his can tightening.

he watched as you pointed towards him, giving him a reassuring smile. the other guy’s face twisted, slightly, yet noticeable to kita’s eyes.

bidding the other guy goodbye, you walk over to your boyfriend, waving and smiling as if nothing happened.

“ready to go?” you asked kita, hand resting on his arm. he only nods and smiles, still stiff with a tight heart.

the drive home was silent, the only noise being the quiet radio. as you enter the door, your boyfriend closes it behind you. as soon as he does, you’re pressed gently towards the wall, kita’s hands cupping your face before kissing you — passionate, deep, slow.

your hands rest on his shoulders, lightly tapping with your finger, gently asking him to pull away.

“you okay, shin?” you asked, voice laced with worry. his hands softly grazed your sides, placing them behind your back as he hummed and nodded. he leans forward to find your lips again, but you stopped him.

“talk to me,” you whispered. you tiptoe forward to place your lips on the corner of his mouth, sweet and reassuring. “i’m here.”

he looked down for a bit, bangs covering his eyes. he fiddles his fingers behind you, wondering how to put his feelings into words.

“who was that guy?” he asked, voice timid and eyes still averted.

“an old friend, shin. just caught me and wanted to catch up,” you answered, brushing his bangs out of the way. he hums and takes a second to think.

“he was… really touchy,” he muttered. you sigh knowing just what he was talking about, but your heart skipped a beat knowing kita even noticed.

“he knows i have a boyfriend,” you replied, hand reaching up to cup his face. you lean forward to find his eyes, and once you do, his soften. “he knows i have you, shin.” he hums in response, chin up now to face you, eyes glimmering.

“i’m all yours, yeah?” you softly asked. he returns your smile, holding your back closer to him. still shy and hesitant, he hums and nods.

“all mine…” he mutters, parroting your words, but mostly saying it to himself. you tiptoe once more, pulling his face closer to meet his lips.

the kiss is tender, slow, soft. each movement felt like a promise, sworn and true for the rest of time.

me and the three other kita fans cheered

[cherryblessing]

"You'll catch a cold!"

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On their way to the garden centre 🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️

[cherryblessing]

loving kita shinsuke was as easy as breathing.

how could it not be, when he was as gentle and as caring as they come? when he was always there for you, at your back, when you thought the world would end but he was right there to hold you steady?

in high school, it was kita who answered your panicked phone call at 2am, who helped you revise for your physics exam even though he should have been asleep. it was kita who made sure you ate enough and stayed hydrated.

and now, it's kita who helps you fold the laundry, smiling softly at some story you're telling him. it's kita who forces you to help around on the farm, even though he knows it's so much less efficient when you're laughing together. it's kita who helps you wash the dishes, meticulously drying them with a towel, your wedding ring resting on a small trinket dish on the dining table.

kita shinsuke is not loud, nor does he show off your relationship.

but he was always there for you, and that was what made it so natural.

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[cherryblessing]

Calling your husband your boyfriend

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, and special guests Suguru, Shiu, Higuruma, and Ino

my smau masterlists one and two

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𝘍𝘐𝘟𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘛

𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚!𝙟𝙟𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙐

𖦹°. ᵎᵎ𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Everyone's type, the best mentor, number 1 champion of dad-jokes..This is how some describe L/n Y/n, a former student in Tokyo Jujutsu High turned into 1st-grade sorcerer and teacher in Kyoto. Due to their peculiar innate cursed technique of Possession, they are asked to come to Tokyo and help with Itadori Yuji's parasitic problem...that is Sukuna

𖦹°. ᵎᵎ𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: gn!reader with genderfluid themes, social media au, includes written parts, sort of a fix-it-au, very much not canon compliant, bisexual reader, reader with both male and female bodies, found family trope, parental figure reader, crack, fluff, multiple love interests, slowburn at points, past feelings and some hurt (more warnings once more updates come)

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

KYOTO (Y/n and their work wife + kids) TOKYO (Gojo and his herd)

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

coming soon<3

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𝘍𝘐𝘟𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘛 - Introductions: KYOTO

𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚!𝙟𝙟𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙐

series masterlist

next part: (soon)

Y/n and Utahime are the two teacher's in Kyoto's educational institution for jujutsu sorcerer's. They knew each other since Y/n's high school days but only got to know each other better after Y/n transferred to Kyoto in 2011.

Y/n was Shoko's, Geto's and Gojo's underclassman as well as Nanami's and Haibara's classmate! Y/n loathes Gojo! (For reasons that will be explained in the future)

Y/n doesn't want their students following them in any social media platform, otherwise they get paranoid... (Utahime doesn't care at all lol)

Shoko actually is also apart of their little group and Y/n is very certain there is not so platonic stuff going on between the two women (but they value their life soooo...let's just keep staring at the VERY BIG elephant in the room)

These two teacher's loooove to indulge into their karaoke nights. Utahime loves her beer a lot as well and Y/n at least tries to be the more responsible adult in these situations (most of the time this fails)

Y/n completely missed the Goodwill Event because of a very secret mission that lasted 2 months! The hell were they upto?

Y/n is ready to throw hands for their six kids at the drop of a hat

The students ''jokingly'' call Utahime mom and Y/n mom 2/dad/parental figure/their kidnapper/etc....

Y/n has grown very fond of all of them and appreciates how different they all are (could hold a 10+ hours powerpoint presentations about each)

Even though all of them don't openly admit it, they're very fond of their teacher's as well and feel very open and safe around the two adults.

No one but Momo posts actively on social media and she is actually pretty famous because of her cute aesthetic! She has been desperately trying to get her follow request to Y/n's profile accepted but with 0 success.

Noritoshi has completely forgotten he even has a profile... But he follows the other students and Utahime.

Kasumi is the one who chose Kokichi's profile picture (Call Y/n Carlisle Cullen because they're about to play the matchmaker with their own kids)

Aoi mostly posts in his highlights but he does have a picture of him and Yuji! Only people to follow him are the younger boy, the teachers and Kasumi. But the guy does not care at all, he only hopes Takada follows him back some day.

Mai forgets to post anything ever but when she does it kind of blows up. Only likes Momo's Kasumi's and Utahime's posts.

A/n: RAAHHHH I hope this isn't too messy or confusing! I wanted to write a bit of headcanons for some yummy extra context, but only small since we will find out things as we go... Anyway the story has changed already but worry not, there will be at least a small whiplash in the next post as well lol As we go you will notice that there is major changes because I actually hate angst and jjk is just that<3

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Under anesthesia

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, and special guests… Toge and Suguru !!

Synopsis: they just woke up and seem a bit less inhibited and a bit more honest when loopy…

my smau masterlists one and two

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kita the savior! & bonus samu:

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They see you for the first time without makeup

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

my smau masterlists one and two

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Sometimes you just need Kita Shinsuke to kiss your forehead and tell you you're doing a good job.

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“I’m not doing enough”

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: You feel as though you aren’t enough.

my smau masterlists one and two

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