kentumi

[kentumi]

city of angels

kagami taiga x reader

*+:.. b4 u read ... fluffy (?), gn friendly, college au (?), implied height difference between kagami n reader, barely proofread = a lil messy (；ω；)

a/n: waow i've never written something so happy this long before >< sorry if it's a little everywhere.. i'm not the best at writing fluff hu (◞‸◟) i feel like this had the potential to be wayy way way way way better ,, also.. i debated on making this a multi-chapter series? but i'm not sure if it's worth expanding on it so let me know wat u guys think in my inbox (づ_ど)

los angeles.

new home, new beginnings. getting an apartment here definitely wasn't easy and barely made it within your list of "apartment requirements."

a wave of stress comes upon you as you arrive at the tenant's office. here to pick up your keys, you would officially start a new chapter. as you stand in front of the building, you second guess your decision on moving to the big city. in comparison to your previous place, the two heavily contrasted. since the beginning, you always held a fear that you wouldn't become accustomed to your new style of living here. within those fears, one of them stood out the most to you: making new connections.

"alright, just sign here.. and the keys are all yours," the tenant smiles. her smile is warm and welcoming. just what you needed.

"i'm assuming you've been to los angeles before, right?" she asks in attempt to ease your mood. the stress that resided in you could probably be seen from a mile away. however, you were too caught up in making sure that no mistakes were on the final paperwork.

"oh! uh- no, not really.. i decided to move here on a whim to start new and," your voice trails off. then it really sinks in; what kind of decision was it to move to a city that you've never been to before? that you knew barely anything about? you can feel the look she gives you without even turning your attention to her.

"well, i wish you luck on your journey. welcome to the city of angels," she smiles again. this time, her words catch you off guard. your eyes dart straight to her and she has the same warm smile on her face. in that moment, you realize that maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.

"yeah.. yeah! thank you!" you stutter. she drops the keys into your hands, and you're on your way.

"city of angels," you whisper to yourself. "i wonder if it lives up to its name." sure, the tenant herself was already an angel and already served the name right, but what's a city of them if there's only one?

making your way to your flat, you take notice to the athletic center of your complex. basketball, tennis, swim. there's a spot for almost everything. however, that grows out of your concern. the red-headed figure on the basketball court wounds up taking your full attention. several attempts were made to get a glimpse of his face, but the world only worked against you. back turned to you, you were only able to admire the passion in his movements across the court.

swinging the door open, you get a whiff of the freshly painted walls of your flat. your tenant had just been here assuring the final touches, which you had assumed since the kitchen lights had already been on. the empty space fully submerges you into your new reality, and you decide, it's time to get to work.

stumbling down the stairs and back into the parking lot, you make way to the moving truck. struggling to set up the ramp, you became convinced that dealing with the truck's contraptions was harder than trudging your boxes up the stairs.

a half hour passes, and you're whooped already. you've moved about four out of the fifteen boxes and you're also definitely at your limit. the workload had you debating on calling it a day and just sleeping on the floor with a sheet for the night.

"hey, you need some help?" an unfamiliar voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

whipping your head around, you're met with the chest of a stranger. and when you look up, your eyes meet with the eyes of the redhead from the basketball court. for some reason, a shiver makes its way down your spine. what was this feeling? you can tell he's shaken up too, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

he looks a little mean, but you can tell he's soft. his gorgeous face and impressive height held your focus for a little too long. you also take notice to the muscle he packs on his arms. the mystery man you were just admiring was now standing right in front of you offering.. help?

you stumble on your words, "oh! i mean, if you don't mind.." and before you knew it, the box in your hands disappeared.

"i can handle it. carry whatever's easiest," his voice was charming. fierce, yet kind. he was confident in his abilities, but not too arrogant. following that, you let him take over.

"you from around here?" he asks, breaking the silence. the two of you had been focused on not tripping up the stairs with your hands full.

"no, actually. it's my first time in los angeles," you smile to yourself. suddenly, living here didn't sound too bad. not if he was around.

your redheaded assistant exclaims out of shock, exhibiting the same reaction as your tenant but with his own twist, "well, i hope you come to like it here. it's a beautiful city, really."

you nod, and it goes silent again.

"what was your name? i didn't quite catch it before," you needed to know who he was. after all, he was your athletic center crush turned moving assistant.

" 'names taiga. taiga kagami," you can tell he's proud of himself. not in the sense that he was an arrogant loser, but that the journey connected to his name was all worth.

"well, it’s nice to meet you taiga. i'm y/n, and i am very grateful to be having you help me," you smile. it's obvious that your comment flusters him.

"mm," his shoulders are tense and his voice grows quieter than it was before. with that tough look on his face, you'd never think he'd become easily flustered like this.

a few hours pass, and taiga places the rest of your stuff next to the front door, "you need help with anything else?"

"i think i'll be fine," you smile, "thank you again for helping me. i think i would've just given up on moving had you not showed up."

you find it cute the way he scratches the back of his head. a gentle giant, he was. and for a moment, you both steal a glance from one another. he plays it off, acting as if he was observing the room. the room grows silent once more, and you decide it's your turn to break it.

"oh yeah, i've been meaning to ask.. where's your place at? unless you're just here to use the courts," you joke, but he pouts.

"actually, i'm right across from you," it sounds like he takes pride in where he resides. right across from you. what a steal.

the way everything fell into place so perfectly had you starstruck. you couldn't believe that the man, who simply started out as a mystery crush, turned assistant, had now turned into the boy next door. or rather, across the hall.

shock made itself at home on your face. you were speechless, unsure on how to recover from this right in front of him.

"what a coincidence this must be then," you smile, trying to sound like what he just said didn't just send you through the roof. he smiles back, but this time, it feels more welcoming. the former desolation of your empty apartment becomes warm and you feel an invisible pressure lifted off of your shoulders. however, the feeling is all too familiar.

"well, i'll be across the hall if you ever need anything. just ring the doorbell and i'll get to ya," he shoots you another smile, and up and out the door he goes. at first, you debate on stopping him and offering to take him to eat out, but you decide you're not bold enough for that yet.

the evening replays in your mind as you hover over your kitchen counter. his kind nature paired with his athletic abilities topped with his physique had you absolutely whipped. you'd align him with your definition of angelic.

maybe los angeles truly was the city of angels, and taiga just so happened to find his way to you.

[kentumi]

last will

itadori yuuji x reader

*+:.. b4 u read ... angst, gn friendly, shibuya spoilers (ish (^_^;)), mentions of death (and such)

a/n: another itadori fic.... aaand more angst (´；ω；`) i've been subdued to itadori brainrot recently but i am reluctant to happiness (ㆀ˘･з･˘) waa i just want to see my baby smiling again (っ- ‸ – ς)

he's quiet. deathly quiet.

you found it odd, but understandable. given the events that took place the night before, you wouldn't expect him to be the same, bright yuuji he once was. he was broken, for that matter.

he comes to a stop in the middle of the bridge and his grip drops from yours. it feels that he's been gazing at the river beneath for a very, very long time.

".. are you sure you want to do this?" you break the silence, clutching onto his arm tightly, letting your head rest close to his shoulder. you knew he was strong, but in his current state, you were afraid he'd let himself lose to this battle.

on instinct, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and planted a light kiss to the top of your head, "mm."

you know he desperately wanted to do everything he could to save the lives of anyone possible. the both of you had just endured some of the most grueling hours of your life, and you feel that it's something nearly impossible to come back from. shortly after returning from shibuya, tokyo fell into cursed spirit chaos. what more could he do?

yuuji was tired, exhausted even. he was tired of seeing his friends being killed, the innocent being murdered. he didn't understand why this was happening, why it had to happen. he could no longer live with the fact that he had to watch sukuna create a black hole in the middle of shibuya.

he couldn't bare to keep his eyes open anymore.

you both stood as you were for awhile, relishing in each other's presence. making a full turn to look at him, you run your thumb over his scars with a gentle touch. though with nasty history behind them, they look beautiful on him to you. his gaze softens when you stand in front of him, eyes fixated on your features.

yuuji leans in to plant a tender kiss on your lips, full of love even though he could only acknowledge the tragedy of life.

"you ready?" his voice is soft, almost qualified to be a whisper. you nod and he releases you from his embrace.

as you see yourself to a few steps behind him, a loud clap echoes through the ghost town that tokyo has become.

cursed spirits emerge out of the water with no time wasted, and you find yourself questioning your own will to fight in that final moment.

you find yourself resonating with yuuji's thoughts, but then you also find yourself having a waving decision.

the only person you're fighting for is him.

[kentumi]

llicit affairs was sooo good 😔 i’m hurting bro

THANK YAAAAA it hurt me writing it (ノ_＜)

[kentumi]

illicit affairs

suguru geto x reader

*+:｡.｡ b4 u read ... f!reader, affairs/cheating, unrequited love, inspired by illicit affairs by taylor swift

a/n : probably rewrote this like twenty million times ... thank u taylor swift for so graciously putting this idea in my head after i disappeared off the face of earth for 8mo (^_^;)

soft linen sheets under soft sunset light and the smell of fresh musk filled your days, but you knew that you weren't the only one to wake up to it.

you knew suguru had a wife. he knew he was wrong, and so did you. both of you often question why you're still in this situation- this affair, but you couldn't pull yourself away from him.

the want and need for suguru to be with you for days on end only grew stronger. you wanted to wake up next to him every single day for the rest of your life.

but at the end of the day, you knew that you were the other woman.

"i'll see you thursday," a soft kiss lands on your cheek. "don't miss me too much, baby," suguru teases as he runs his hands down your sides.

"yeah.. sure," you fake a giggle as he plants another kiss on your neck before he's out the door, leaving you standing there lone in your cold, barren apartment.

you recently started to hate it when he'd call you "baby." to you, it's a term of endearment used towards someone who you love. but to him, it's used to describe the woman he sees a few times a week because infidelity got the best of him.

it's not something unknown that he doesn't feel the same about you as you do to him. he's older and wiser. he's got a wife, a good job, a home. all you have is yourself and your small apartment up the street from his own.

he doesn't reciprocate, but he knows how you feel. he could read you like a book. he knew he made you feel like a mess once he left, like a child that has just rummaged through a giant box of toys. suguru knows that no matter what he'd do, you'd stay.

and he knows very well that you'd ruin yourself a million times just to see him.

[kentumi]

heart eyes

kaeya alberich x reader

"hey.. don't you think master kaeya is a bit too in love with y/n? look at his eyes! why doesn't he just kiss them like the big man he is!" paimon whisper yells to amber. amber stifles a giggle and turns her attention to the two of you.

kaeya definitely has hearts in his eyes right now and you definitely don't notice it. there was something about you that drew him to your being, but he didn't know what it was. and you could easily say the same thing goes for you.

[kentumi]

birthday promises

itadori yuuji x reader

*+:｡.｡ b4 u read ... gn friendly, fluffy, itadori loves u very much ( 〃▽〃)

a/n: another messy fic sigh (　´_ﾉ` ) this was supposed to just be about itadori and his funky little cake but i got carried away..

yuuji doesn't have a clue in the damn world of what he's doing. he looked at the recipe instructions, said "fuck it," skimmed through it one last time, and went for it.

he begged satoru to let him stay home to surprise you for your birthday when you got home. and not by surprise, satoru said yes. but at this point, yuuji wishes he had said no. every 2 minutes in his cake making process, yuuji swears he should've just went to school and taken you out somewhere after, but where's the authenticity in that? 

the dorm is a mess, but yuuji's pretty proud of his cake. it's neater than he imagined, though the frosted writing is a bit.. funky looking (to say the least). he adds his finishing touches of sprinkles and candles, and his job is done.

he couldn't forget your gifts either. he took note of the promise ring he was told about from satoru that the notorious yuta okkotsu had shared with his girlfriend and bought you guys matching ones too. 

there was something bothering him about the rings though. he hoped that you loved him the way he loved you. he loves you enough to buy matching promise rings, wanting you to be by his side for the rest of his life. your existence is truly something else to him, and he believes no one will ever understand how much you mean to him. he'd protect your life over his any day.

yuuji quickly snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you fumbling with the keys outside the door. he's just about airborne when he gets up from his chair to make sure things are in order, making sure the number balloons aren't swapped to make you seem much older than you are. the chair is decked with gifts that continue onto the table, the small promise ring box sticking out the most. and once that key clicks, yuuji's ready to bombard you with love.

"happy birthday baby!" yuuji throws his arms around you before you could even fully get through the door. he pressed kisses all over your face while you attempt to catch up to his lips. 

"why thank you," you smile. there it is. he waited all day to see that. 

yuuji's ushering you to hurry up as you kick off your shoes and place your bag down, highly impatient for you to see the table full of items dedicated to you. finally, you turn around and take a good minute to process what he's laid out on the table just for you. balloons, a mountain of gifts, and one hell of a cake. 

"do you like it?" he chimes behind you. his arms slither around your waist and his chin finds sanctuary on your shoulder. 

part of you feels like you don't deserve it, let alone deserve yuuji himself. but you feel so grateful for all that he's done and all the effort he put in to make your birthday more special than it already is. 

"more than like, actually," you giggle. that was enough for yuuji to feel content. 

it's showtime, yuuji delcares in his head. he sneaks away from you and you're wondering what he's up to now. he makes a beeline towards the box sitting so small yet so loud on the top of the rest of the gifts, catching your eye.

"so i.. got you something a bit special. more than special, actually," he speaks softly as he returns to the spot in front of you, arms behind his back. he fumbles with the box a bit as he's speaking, trying to rid of the nervousness overcoming him. and after stalling a bit, yuuji finally builds up the courage to reveal the rings to you.

promise rings? you feel yourself about to cry. in fact, you're already crying. he was right, this was more than special to you both.

there's small diamonds glistening around the band of your ring, while his remained plain and shiny. you look a bit closer and can see the opposing initials accompanying the inside of each. 

"y'know how gojo sensei told us about that one yuta okkotsu guy that had matching promise rings with his girlfriend? well, i wanted to get some for us because.. i love you, y/n. and if you love me the same.. i want you to promise me that you'll be by my side forever, okay?" yuuji's a blushing mess by the time he's done spilling his heart out to you. even he's surprised he was able to get all those words out. 

you on the other hand, can barely speak. you're choking on your tears and crying to him on how much you love him back. yuuji spares a soft smile as he wipes your tears and grabs your hand, slipping the dainty band onto your ring finger. so you do the same to him, picking up his band from the box. 

yuuji grabs your hand so gently as if it was precious porcelain, peppering kisses all over. you don't let him finish though. you're cupping his face and he's melting into your touch as soon as your skin makes contact. you press a kiss to his cheek before you make way back to the bedroom, and he's chasing after you for more.

"hey! y'know that ring also means you owe me unlimited kisses too!"

you don't usually make promises, but staying with a dork for the rest of your life is an exception. 

[kentumi]

Hiiii!! I hope your having a wonderful day/night/evenings (curse you timezones) I wanted to say I absolutely loved your writting!! I always search for gojo writings before the shibuya incident even tho they absolutely wreck me so thank youuuu for writing something related to it<33

ahhhhh omg thank you so much i'm 😭😭😭 i'm so glad that you liked it!! i wasn't sure if this fic was gonna make any noise since i didn't write it that well but i'm (once again!!!!) very glad that you liked it!

[kentumi]

back to shibuya

gojo satoru x reader

*+:｡.｡ b4 u read ... gn friendly, angsty (oops), shibuya incident spoilers, use of petname "pretty"

a/n : haven't written in a minute plz excuse how messy n awful this is (／ˍ・、) wrote it on a whim

a kiss to ivory skin and an embrace that feels like home. "stay safe 'kay? don't come home looking like a mess," you say as satoru's hands run up and down your back. he lets out a soft chuckle before placing a kiss at the top of your head, "can't make any promises, baby. i'll get you something on the way home to make up for it."

you playfully send a punch to his chest and he acts like you've just stomped on his heart a million times, "love you 'toru."

satoru hesitates to let you go even though he knows if he stays here much longer he won't ever make it to shibuya. he tells himself, just a little longer, before he pulls away and gives you one last kiss.

"i love you too baby."

he didn't come home that night.