Date nights !!
Pairing: kita x reader, osamu x reader, atsumu x reader
Coming up next: kenma x reader, kageyama x reader, recommendations if any
disclaimer: reader is gender neutral.
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Date nights with kita shinsuke are pretty chill. Usually you both are exhausted from the week and just decide to relax with each other. Oil massages, aromatherapy, and a nice, long soak in the warm water with your favourite bath bomb. Your legs intertwine with his as you bond skin to skin. Post bath, Kita princess-carries you â oh, he's a strong man â to the desk, where lay your elaborate set of skincare utilities. Kita absolutely adores the way you slap the mask on his face, rambling about all the damage the long hours under the sun does to his skin. He loves the way your eyes twinkle, reflecting the twenty or so candles he lit around the dark room since you love aesthetics so much.
His lips set into a smirk as you apply moisturizer to his torso and always get distracted by his strong muscles. He loves the part where you hand him the moisturizer and let him massage it into your skin even more. The best part of the date though, is when it's all over and you both are on the bed, your head on his chest and his arms around you. And you just bask in the presence of each other. It is nice, Kita thinks to himself. It is so, so, so nice he could do this forever. The love and adoration overcome him as he kisses your forehead and slips into the best slumber he's had that week.
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Osamu loves date nights. It's his time to experiment with his favourite recipes and have a taster at the ready. He always has cutesy little onigiris and soft mochis with pink eyes and tongues ready for date nights. And you are also expected to cook something for him. You could be a Michelin star chef, or a hazard to the kitchen, or anything in between, best believe that man is getting you into the kitchen with him. The night is filled with bickering and laughter, as you both discuss ingredient proportions and the best flavours. It always ends up with silly accidents and one of you covered in flour.
Once the cuisine is ready, it's served on the previously prepared candle lit table for two on the balcony. The balcony itself is decorated elaborately with a little something from both, you and Osamu. Over dinner, sometimes you both pretend to be aristocrats, smelling and tasting the wine, using forks and knives. Other times, you both gossip, brutally tearing on anything and everything you can debate on. And most of the times, it's just staring cheesily into each other's eyes and smiling like dorks, cuz wtf, you both are so in love with each other. It's bliss, drinking in each other's features in the romantic setting and carving the memory deep into your heart.
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Date nights with Atsumu are crazy. Atsumu is a very spontaneous man, and he knows how to have fun. One thing you absolutely learned from dating atsumu is that dressing comfy was the go-to with him. He could be asking you out for a movie and then halfway change his mind and take you to the amusement park, just because it looked so pretty from afar. Sometimes when you are tired, he would settle for board games, and if you're not in the mood, then a vent session for you both. And the vent sessions are so awesome. Because, however unhinged the vent could be, the responsibility of the other person is to hype the vent. So, a typical vent session would goâ
"I couldn't believe that prof's audacity! I literally turned in the paper at the last secondâ like rh timestamp was literally there and he had the fucking audacity to say I submitted it late. That bitch!"
"YEAH!! That bitch!!! How dare he do that to youuu!!! :((("
"I KNOW RIGHT??? I hope his house burns down!"
"That's right, we're gonna burn his house down!!!"
"Yeah, but save his dog. It's a cutie."
"YAYYY, SAVE DA DAWG AND BURN DA BITCH!!!!"
Eventually, one of you would break into giggles, and soon enough, both of you would be clutching your stomachs, laughing at how absurd it all was. By the time you made it to bed, you'd be so worn out that sleep would come instantly, comforted by the sound of each other's gentle breathing. No matter how you drifted off, he would end up spooning you, his fingers softly entwined with yours.
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đ Ë â ęł * ࣠âOf Missed Flights and Online GamesââGeto Suguru
A/n: saw the cutest couple on YouTube so here; established relationship!
âDoll, time to get up, sâtime for my flight,â
Sprawled across his chest you lay, all so warm, perfect if one may, ânu uh,â you muttered in your sleepâhand wrapping tighter around Suguruâs waist.
He smiled into your hairââYou donât get up and Iâll miss my flight,â
âOh no,â you whispered in the dark, smiling all so softlyânot that Suguru could see but he knew, the giggle ever present in your voiceâeliciting a giggle from him too.
âI need to go doll,â and in response you only ever shuffled closer, if possibleâthe smile he adorned only widened, âor maybeâŚI could pack you in my suitcase,â
âOkay,â you bestowed all too quick in response, defiantâeyes finally opening up to meet his âthinking faceâ.
âActually, might not work babe- they donât allow dangerous things in,â
âDangerous?â Oh how he loved that confused mumble of yoursââDangerously cute of course,â he chuckledâearning himself a mental eye roll, âcheesy,â you mumbled, fingers now playing with the hem of his shirt.
A small pause the both of you allowed, relishing in the quiet silence, small and hefty breathsââPlease donât leave,â your words dragged out, âAwh, but you know I have that meeting,â
âOkay,â you mumbled again, lips pressed against his shoulder, âpromise to call me when you get there?â
âOf course doll,â he smiled, âgonna call you the entire while, show you the shops around, we can bake together-â
Your face propped up at that, â-yes! The brownies I told you about!â
A chuckle he held as he nodded, âUh huh, the brownies you told me about,â
âAnd we can play those online games?â
âYeah of course, we can play all the games in the world my love,â
âOkay,â you were sleepy still, oh how he loved you.
You smiled and cupped his face there, âbut oh-â his brows furrowed as they looked down at you, âI donât think we have to,â
âHm?â A wide smile creeped onto your face, knowing what he was onto, âwe donât? Why?â
He hummed at your words, the smirk in his voice evidentââwhy not suâ?â You let eyes stared into his now, the smile spread ear to ear, âwhy not?â
âcuzâŚ.â He let the pause hold, earning a small pinch to the side and chuckled through, âIâm not leaving,â
A small squeal you let, hands wound up tighter now, âwhy? When are you leaving?â
âNot till next week,â
Another chuckle shared together, âYay,â you squealed, turning into him again, curling up against him.
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đ Ë â ęł * ࣠âThe Stars say Helloâ â Gojo Satoru
â Word count: 2.1k
âA/n: it wasnât meant to become long at all- idk what happened.
â Warnings: character death; established relationship; toxic way of dealing with emotions<3 (not proofread!); hurt no comfort(?)
~5 Times Satoru Gojoâs Infinity touched you~
~4 Times you felt it~
The fates were twisted.
Your giggle ran through the hallway, a cheeky grin he held, an annoyed smile adorned you as well.
âSatoru!â A huffed out breath, heâd kept you as is for about an hour now, âWhat do you want?â
Satoru Gojo was lanky, large hands, larger legsâa huge heart, and an even bigger smile he held.
âSo damn impatient, fine, Câmere,â and all to your dismay, a hand grabbed rough, your body was pulled a-front along with himself.
âAt least tell me what it is, you god damn-â
â-I learnt something, something new.â A face so bright, painted all so perfectly in his excitementâa smile creeped on your face all the same.
âFinally mastering our a, b, câs are we?â Your smirk greeted his frownââhaha, youâre so funny,â casual, with his arm stuck on your shoulder.
A shove and an obvious expression.
âGo stand there, and take this,â a bunch of erasers, dullâclean, a mixâhastily shoved into your fist, âGo quicker would you?â
A roll of your eyes, âYea yea, whatever,â
Your feet dragged along the grass, green, bright?
Did it seem so in the sun or was that afternoon all so amusing?
âThrow emâ at me,â
Your eyes bore at his figure, a brow raised, âyou called me here so I could throw shit at you?â
Six eyes, they saw the ticks on your face well.
Six eyes, they saw everything.
âCan you do one job that I tell you-â
Childish banter- paused a moment too slow as you chucked the only, entirely white eraser up at himâand all to your shock, it bounced off.
Silenceâthen a chuckle, his.
Jaw hanging, eyes narrowed, âWait- how did you-â
âPretty cool huh?â The proud smirk only widened now then, âSuguru and I really are the strongest arenât we?â
Another eraser chucked at him, this time the dirtiest, almost blackened.
âNo- how did you,â confounded, you movedâall too quick, right beside himâeyes barred from him, a thin layerânever more far apart youâd stoodâinfinity against you.
âYou canât even touch me at your will now,â he snickered, the words would faint into the mind of his laterâall too lateâyou canât even touch him at will now.
No one can.
Proven correct, he stood tallerâproud, insatiable, too proud.
More twisted were the tales they crafted.
The night lay lit up by the moon aloneâshining upon you, upon him.
âThe stars,â you watched his smile, almost as if etched upon his faceâyou adored it, you adored him.
âWhat about them?â
His smile faltered, a momentâyou noted as alwaysââTheyâre a thousand light years away,â a statement, nothing to be added.
A silence blanketed the two of you, the night was warmâSatoruâs body lay cold as ever, yours snuggled into hisâlying alone on the hill, simply upon a blanketâtogether.
The hill that you wanted to die upon, youâd joked often.
âLike almost this far,â you looked up to find his hand outstretched ââtouch it,â he snickered.
A small smile you let out, âI swear if itâs-â
â-do it,â Satoru whined, eliciting another grin from you.
âOk ok, you big baby.â
Your hand stretched out tooâto touch his, to hold him- and oh how the infinity kept him safe, kept him away.
A pout rested on your lips as Satoru giggled, âthatâs how far they are,â
âYouâre so annoying,â and just then, clicked offâas if on a switch, the distance between was goneâto that which tended the infinity was soon engulfed into a hug from satoru to you.
âThe stars look pretty tonight,â your words fell to almost deaf ears, his eyes stuck onto all that was above, on to all that was unachievableâ to most.
âYou look pretty every night,â he added, a soft chuckle, yours and his.
âWhat do you think is prettier? The moon orâŚâ
The stars.
Not a night went by where you wouldnât adore the eyes, in the sky and in his eyes.
Pity lay bared, his dimmed and the world only seemed to sparkle more.
âWhat do you think?â
A sharp inhale, sharper exhale, cerulean eyes looked at youââI think the stars yearn to be recognised, I think the moon is beautiful but the stars arenât recognised well enough,â
Head tilted to the side, you stared at himâfingers moving all among themselves, his face cupped nowââI think the moon is like you in every sense,â your words were hushed, scared, maybe?
A lean in from him, you leaned in tooâforeheads pressed together then, âBe my star, please? Every and allâplease?â
And the next morning, maybe Youâd cringe, and chuckle togetherâall so sappy, but in the moment that played, all so vulnerable Satoru Gojo Sat for you, you swore upon your life that youâd be his, every little star in his skies.
âI think the stars would love you Toruâ âI think theyâd love saving their hellos to you someday.â
Thin strands of a lifeline, played with, tampered by the fates all so easy.
âNanami left,â
Your eyes shot up, the knife that chopped onions for dinner â it was Satoruâs birthday.
âOh,â you mumbled, frown on your lipsââleft for wh-â
âLeft. Heâs left Jujutsu, said he canât deal with itâwhat an idiot,â the scoff was well heard, your heart thumped, visibly upset Satoru lay.
âRight,â you mumbled up again, âis there no way we could- we could con- convince him maybe?â Unsure you words hung, another scoffâan eye roll from satoru, your jaw clenched.
âI- I get youâre upset Toruâ but- you know, there are still many of us-â
â-shut up please.â
Silence.
Not the usual, not the warm kindâit pierced, your heart lay in its own shambles.
You stared at Satoru, not even apologetic, you wanted to cry.
The words and the meaning was clear, he didnât want to hear you talkâbut to a saddened mind, little solace do facts ever offer, right?
The flame dimmedânot yours, the sauce you were preparing, let down to thicken, while you moved slowâall towards him.
âIâm sorry, I- I justâŚI get it,â you swallowed hard, eyes narrowing at the cruel chuckle he let out.
âThatâs where youâre wrong arenât you?â Almost a cackle, it hurt to hear him.
Not a single word that you could offer, âYou donât get it, none of you doâyouâve never had people leave you like- like Iâve seen them-â
A hefty haltââyouâve not experienced itâYou didnât see Suguru leave, youâre- youâre too,â his words hung. You didnât want him to complete them.
Rest of his words were a blur, you stood shaky.
The distinction was obvious, apparentâbreaking.
Satoru Gojo wasnât like you at all, not since his infinity had bloomedâyou stared at him as he got up and left, you hadnât touched him to solace him, he hadnât seen the tears that rolled down your cheeks.
Satoru and you never fought, when you did, you made it your responsibility to take in his harsh words, he didnât know betterâit was sad, he needed outlet.
It wasnât healthy- you loved him.
It wasnât healthyâsatoru would apologise later.
It wasnât healthy, your sauce, your dish had burnt.
Analogous.
It wasnât healthy, you hadnât touched but you knew his infinity was aroundâyou knew a touch wouldâve proved you right, wouldâve pushed you all too far.
Braided once, the fates kept many a lives in-twined, for better or worse.
âWeâre over,â a whisper- his.
âWeâre over,â a mumble- yours.
Satoru Gojo cried of everyone leaving and yet, right in the hallway of the dorms he confessed to you as a studentâexactly there he broke it off, this time as a teacher.
Youâd not dared to question him, how could you? Gojo Satoru the ever right, if he said you were over then maybe you were.
Maybe the lost fingers of yours, maybe the empty carcass of an embrace that you yearned-maybe that was all false, pseudo.
The human brain was pertained to all that could be riggedâemotions an easy target.
So there you lay, bed emptyâthe bed sheet white, the duvet blackâthe ceilings tall and your closest a short. The bed sheets still smelled of him, you knew youâd get rid of it all.
A calm quiet settled over you, grief youâd heard, did that to people.
Holding onto that, which simply wasnât yours.
A week since Satoru had proclaimed, so easy heâd made it seemâlike second nature heâd mumbled âI love youâ weeks ago, like second nature he said he was done.
And you wondered then, as the silence whistled through your ears, storm that was your emotions, if heâd ever actually cared.
That he had, Satoru Gojo always cared a lot.
That was his weaknessâhe supposed, you knew better.
His weakness was all that was his heart.
Too tricky, too hurt, dampening in its decisions.
His six eyes saw everything-as they had always, your tears heâd known, your misery heâd heardâto break up, solace to his heart.
As you lay alone, a thought propped inâsilly thoughts, so erratic, to all that was destroyed of humanity was caused of erratic thoughts, spontaneity lay at fault.
From the first âI love youâ mumbled against your hand, you were injured, Satoru was scaredâa profession of his first love.
To all the many âI love youâs he let out- from in midst of lessons to practise and then when he made love to you for the first timeâfrom then on to waking up beside him, the frequency rose and then fell.
Warm beds got cold when he couldnât even wake up beside you, âI love youâs on call turned to ily on messages- to gn or gm and then, delivered.
To what was a silhouette of your love in the living roomâthe sun reflected through merrily, it was all but a shadow of you grabbing water from the kitchen as the moon shone through.
Satoru Gojo hadnât turned on his infinity against you this time around but there was no need- before the separation the distances lay weeded outâbefore the separation, you already felt infinitely broken.
Merry, the fates are I suppose- as they cut off the strands one by one, cackling at the aftermath which was all rubble.
Blood, dust and death.
Yours.
An year since the break up, that didnât matter, you loved him and him, you.
Opportunities lay bare, time, not quite so.
You thought of him, a lot, obsessivelyâincessantly, a maddening hunger yoursâSatoru Gojo, the man people hoped for.
You yearned for him, you lived for him.
Until, you couldnât.
âY/n?â His voice was roughâshaky, uncontrolled, the night shone upon your dusted form in the night.
A weak whimper responded him, jaw clenched he walked into the rubbleâây/n? I-â words caught up, mouth dry, Satoru Gojo stood alone, rendered speechless.
âToruâ?â Your voice was so weak, he wanted to scold you for even bothering to speakâa choked gasp you let out as he knelt beside youââpppplease,â you sobbed and oh how it broke his heart, âsave me?â
Satoru wanted to cryâand he did, visible all to you, the moon shone on him perfectly as always
Satoru Gojo cried for of all the times he couldâve saved those who didnât want to be saved, his tragedy lay at your feetâsomeone he just couldnât.
âShhh,â he mumbled, âshh, shhâyouâll be alright, donât gotta be a crybaby about it yeah?â
A mindless nod you passed, well aware of his lies woven all so perfectly.
âIâm dying Toruââ you mused, warning yourself a dry chuckleâall so strange it stuck to him, Satoru had watched many deaths, yours? Not even his dreams dared so.
âOh are you now? How can you tell?â He snapped back, another chuckle you let outâyour last, together.
It was the same hill youâd spent hours in the nightâanother hour went by, your lastâhis last upon that hill too, perhaps.
âDonât cry for me,â
âIâm not a god,â
That was true, Satoru Gojo, through all his strengths was, but a human.
Major fault? He could loveâand he lost.
In that moment, his six eyes saw it allâthe last of your breaths slipping away, his arms open wide for youâyour quickening pace, âthe moon looks pretty tonight,â
A tear rolled down his cheek, a smile you wore, your words heavy, âIâm not leaving you Toruââ your fingers moved weakânot strong enough to cup his face this timeâso you stroked his handââIâll be there with you,â his eyes followed yours, towards the stars.
âIâll make sure the stars say their hellos to you,â
Gone.
In the wayâaway from him.
You didnât know then, Satoru Gojo and his infinity did, the both lay scarredâyou didnât know but in the last moment of your life with him, Satoruâs infinity engulfed you wholeâyou didnât feel it then, but as the world broke out around you, a haven Satoru had offered you.
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