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How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.

— starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's

— tags. fluff, first meetings, pining

— warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint

— requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)

— notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol

daichi is whipped for you from the start

he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you

he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off

he loses his backbone whenever you're around

he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows

when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon

he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily

he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"

the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately

he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair

overall, he's super soft with you :)

sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.

kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.

when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumb—not to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.

"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."

the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"

at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."

daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet you—i'm sawamura daichi."

when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.

"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.

your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.

"hey, hey—why are you so red?"

"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."

koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little

he couldn't help it—when he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao

he fumbles a bit in front of you

he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long

when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better

and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better

the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you

he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL

the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes

wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there

his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before

he really wants you to think he's cool

but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot

suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.

you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.

you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.

"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.

your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"

thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."

koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"

you wince, "no."

"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."

when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.

eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"

koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."

honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet

he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him

you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred

and even then, your conversations are short

he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you

don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you

you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him

when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class

you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework

shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out

as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit

he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears

he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games

he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you

he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways

will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together

azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.

several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expected—you exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.

he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.

it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.

he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.

he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."

"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.

there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.

even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.

"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."

as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.

as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet

he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as you—not even kiyoko (which says a lot)

at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it

he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform

he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'

you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol

though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer

he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something

during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you

you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform

he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas

he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit

your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown

after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance

shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot

he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you

he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand

he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you

nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.

"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."

yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movie—he swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.

he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."

"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"

your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.

even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.

you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.

oh ryuu. typical ryuu.

the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped

like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet

he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face

eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away

when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you

of course, a man can't change overnight

he still flirts with you, and with other women—he can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces

however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you

he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)

when you become close friends, you become his person

he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent

he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan

he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)

it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you

tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.

it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.

"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."

there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"

ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.

the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.

ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."

he at least has the grace to blush.

to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later

it's not because you're related to shoyo it is

he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao

you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo

the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh

it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)

he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh

like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified

so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague

when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)

your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you

he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads

you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think

it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court

slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)

kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.

of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.

the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.

tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.

he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.

later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.

you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."

tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.

when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.

you and kei barely interacted at first tbh

he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really

even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye

after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol

but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student

your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered

you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him

however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions

to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk

"can't you see you're bothering them?"

the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone

your relationship with him from then on is odd

there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it

he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often

if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)

when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height

making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)

tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistence—for team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.

"shoyo! sho!"

the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?

shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where's—"

before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"

you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.

"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.

you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.

as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidence—you don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.

my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3

he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face

he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol

"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"

"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("

becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be

it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice

the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you

he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture

i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck

the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest

you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei

the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL

kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware

he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you

the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him

yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.

he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.

although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.

"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.

even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.

"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.

"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"

"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."

he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousin—the boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.

your first meeting with keishin is awkward

ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you

he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it

you don't have much of a relationship at first—your work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often

the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression

he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin

he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades

when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face

"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"

to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)

you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store

it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh

"you wanna share that?"

he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him

keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you

ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.

"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.

as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.

"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.

you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.

when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."

he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"

keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"

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You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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The door slides open to reveal two students, a girl and a boy, sitting around a table while they eat their lunches. Itadori steps inside, still grinning widely, and their heads turn at the sound of his voice.

“Hey, guys! I just dropped by for lunch, if that’s okay. Oh, and I brought a friend! This is [Name],” he happily introduces.

You’re too stunned by the fact that he just referred to you as his friend to process much else, and by that point, the two students have already stood up.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Name],” the girl greets with a smile. “I’m Sasaki, a second-year.”

“And I’m Iguchi, also a second-year,” the boy chimes in.

Needless to say, you already know who they are, too. Even though it was indirect on their part, they’re largely the reason why Itadori ends up at Jujutsu High, thanks to the fateful events of a certain night spent on school grounds.

At this point in time, Itadori has yet to give them Sukuna’s finger. You’re not sure exactly when it’ll happen, but there will probably be some warning signs, like Fushiguro showing up on campus to look for it.

Still, for obvious reasons, you feel like you shouldn’t get too involved with these two. The plot is going to proceed normally, as it should. You’re worried that something might go wrong with your interference. It’s probably best if you keep your distance, and—

“Would you like to join the Occult Research Club?!”

“...”

Yeah, you probably should’ve expected that.

Itadori laughs. “Come on, guys. I didn’t bring her here to try and recruit her. I just wanted to introduce all three of you! I’m not sure if [Name]’s into that kind of stuff, anyways. It’s not really everyone’s thing.”

“It’s true,” you nod. “I’m, uh, not that great with scary stuff…”

“There’s nothing scary about the paranormal!” Sasaki insists. “It’s just interesting! Mysterious! Imagine what could be out there! Don’t you have a thirst for the unknown?”

It’s precisely because I do know what’s out there that I’m scared…

“Sasaki, you’re coming on way too strong,” Iguchi chides. He turns to offer you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. We just can’t help but get excited when new people show up to our club room, but we know this kind of thing can’t be forced. You two are more than welcome to stay here during lunch.”

To some extent, you can’t help but feel a bit bad, because you know how passionate they are, and soon, Itadori won’t be around to keep them company anymore. He has no choice but to go to Jujutsu High. It’s his fate as the protagonist of this world.

You know you can’t possibly be a substitute for someone as irreplaceable as Itadori, but once all the craziness with Sukuna’s finger passes, you’d be happy to be their friend, if they’ll have you.

“Ooh, your lunch looks really good, [Name],” Itadori remarks once you sit down and unpack your bento box.

“Thanks,” you smile. “I’ve been cooking for a while. My mom cooks too, but I just got used to making food for myself. The process helps me take my mind off things. It’s kind of therapeutic, in a way.”

Seeing as being sucked into a fictional world is kind of—or rather, really fucking insane, it’s safe to say that you cooked up a storm when you got home yesterday. You packed up most of the leftovers for lunch today, so the food didn’t go to waste, but still. You ended up emptying a good portion of the fridge.

Itadori takes a big bite out of his onigiri, but he keeps eyeing your lunch all the while, so you chuckle and push the bento box closer to him.

“Go ahead,” you encourage. “You can have some if you want.”

“Can I really?” he blinks, a few pieces of rice stuck to his cheek. It’s kind of ridiculous how adorable this guy is. You have the sudden urge to pull him into your arms and give him a big squeeze, but mercifully, your intrusive thoughts don’t win.

“Of course. I packed plenty, so I can afford to share.”

“Oh—wait, but earlier, I was saying that I’d be the one to treat you! I can’t just eat your lunch! I still owe you big-time for what I did to you!”

Itadori firmly shakes his head in refusal, then crosses his arms and makes an attempt at what you can only assume is meant to be a stern expression. But again, he’s so ridiculously cute that it’s a bit hard to take him seriously.

Sasaki arches a brow. “What did you do to her?”

“I, uh, may have hit her in the face with a soccer ball,” Itadori replies, shamefully shrinking in on himself.

He is literally baby.

“Why would you do that?” Iguchi gapes. “Come to think of it, her nose is a little bruised…”

“It obviously wasn’t on purpose!” Itadori protests. He turns towards you with an imploring expression. “[Name], I promise it wasn’t on purpose. I swear I would never do something like that!”

You chuckle softly. “I know you wouldn’t. You definitely don’t seem like that kind of guy.”

Itadori lets out a sigh of relief and resumes munching on his onigiri. Meanwhile, Sasaki stares at you from across the table.

“So… [Name],” she says. “You’re a first-year like Itadori, I’m assuming?”

“Yep.”

“I’ve never really seen you around.”

“I’m a new student. I only just transferred in.”

She pauses for a few moments, and you can see her eyes glistening with excitement. “So, that must mean you haven’t joined any clubs yet, right?”

“Sasaki, not this again,” Iguchi sighs.

“I’m telling you! Not everyone is drawn to the occult right away. It takes trial and error to figure out if it’s something you’re actually interested in. I’m not saying she has to join our club or anything. But while she’s here, she should at least dip her toes in, right?”

Before Iguchi can protest on your behalf again, Sasaki grabs a large board from one of the bookshelves and turns towards you with a mischievous grin.

“...you’ve heard of Kokkuri, right?”

After school, Itadori stops by your classroom.

“Hey, [Name],” he beams. “Thanks for hanging out with all of us during lunch. It was a lot of fun. Hopefully that game of Kokkuri didn’t freak you out too much.”

“I had fun too,” you nod. Truthfully, you’ve never really been fazed by this kind of stuff. Horror movies and the like don’t often get much of a reaction out of you. You never bought into ghosts or vengeful spirits. Well, not in the real world at least.

Unfortunately, in this world, there’s plenty of freaky shit to go around.

“It means a lot to those guys,” Itadori says, a tinge of sadness to his smile. “We’re the only people in the school that seem to have an interest in the occult. I signed up for it because I thought it’d be fun, but we just barely meet the three-member minimum. Thanks for going along with it to make them happy, even if it’s not really your kind of thing.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I know I said I wasn’t crazy about scary stuff, but I actually ended up having a good time. I’m glad you invited me to hang out with you guys,” you smile.

Itadori returns your smile with one of his own—seriously, he’s almost always smiling, but you certainly don’t mind—and before you realize it, a phone has been placed into your hand.

You blink. “What’s this?”

“My phone,” Itadori replies, still smiling.

“Um, I mean, I know that, but why’d you give it to me?”

“So you can give me your number. That way it’ll be easier for us to stay in touch!” He pauses, just for a moment, to frown. “Oh, but I guess I should’ve asked if you were okay with it first. I got a little ahead of myself. Would it be cool if we exchanged numbers?”

Abso-fucking-lutely!

By some miracle, you manage to reign in your excitement, and instead of hardcore fangirling and squealing out at the top of your lungs, you just nod.

“Sure thing,” you say, trying to play it cool. Still, despite your best efforts to act indifferent, your fingers are trembling as you pull out your own phone and refer to the number you have saved in a notes app (because you definitely haven’t memorized it within less than a day of being here). Once you’re finished inputting your number, you pass your phone over to Itadori so he can do the same.

And just like that, you have a new contact saved. Itadori Yuji. He even added a little smiley-face at the end of his name. God, he’s so fucking cute.

“Sweet!” Itadori grins. “Thanks, [Name]. I’ll be sure to text you lots! Sorry I can’t really stick around much longer. I just wanted to stop by real quick before I left to go visit my gramps at the hospital.”

Right. His grandfather. A point deep in your stomach throbs uncomfortably, and you’re hit by a sudden wave of guilt. It feels awful to know that his grandfather’s end is rapidly approaching. It feels awful to know that you can’t change it, or even warn him. All you can do is feign ignorance and hope that he enjoys these fleeting moments while they last.

You muster up a smile. “I hope you have a nice day with your grandpa. Feel free to text me whenever.”

“Will do! See ya!”

Itadori waves you off, every bit as cheerful as always. Yet another thing that causes you immense guilt is the knowledge that his happy days won’t last forever. Soon, he’ll be thrown into a dark, sinister world that teems with death. A world that, in your opinion, is far too harsh for such a gentle soul.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing you can do about that. Fate will run its course, and you must simply stand by and let it happen.

Despite the nice day you had, your spirits are admittedly a bit low as you trudge home, having to consult Oogle Maps in order to find your way around. After being injured yesterday, the nurse called your parents to inform them of what had happened, and your mom came by to pick you up. This is technically your first time finding your way home by yourself. It’s not just a new school you need time getting used to, but a new home, a new city, a new world… all of it is bound to get a little overwhelming at times.

You wish you could say you’re completely aware of your surroundings, but that’s far from the truth. Every so often, you have to stop and squint towards the street signs to make sure you’re heading the right way. Jujutsu Kaisen is set in a fictional world, of course, but it’s a world modeled off the real world, and there’s plenty of similarities. This version of Japan is every bit as busy as the real one, for instance. Which is why you keep getting swept up in the crowds and losing your sense of direction.

Still, it’s not rocket science. You can mostly figure out where you’re going. Oogle Maps is idiot-proof, after all. Well, sort of.

But the fact remains that you’ve never wandered these streets before, and naturally, you’re as disoriented as anyone would be in a foreign place. Hence why you don’t notice him until it’s late.

A man with long, black hair, who’s staring right at you.

You get jerked around by the crowd of people hurrying home during rush-hour, enough that you end up tripping onto the sidewalk and falling onto your knees. Your socks only reach up to your calves, so unfortunately, your knees get scraped open and start bleeding.

Man. Only two days into this isekai thing, and you just can’t seem to stop getting hurt.

“...are you alright?”

Some guy is speaking to you. Presumably, one of the bystanders that saw you trip. Your cheeks flush, because falling in public is one of the most embarrassing things that can happen, but you instinctively reach out to grab his hand anyway.

At the same time, your gaze pans upwards, and his eyes meet yours.

Oh, balls.

That’s the most appropriate response you can think of. After all, the man you’ve just had the misfortune of running into is hardly the type to be your friend. He’s not like Itadori. He’s not one of the good guys.

He is Geto Suguru. Or rather, the curse user that’s pretending to be him. The real Geto is long dead. He was killed by his former best friend, Gojo.

Those scars on his forehead tell you everything you need to know. The curse user’s name is Kenjaku, and he is merely using Geto’s body as a vessel. As things stand, you’re probably the only person who knows his true identity.

Regardless, the details don’t matter right now.

You’re just really fucking scared.

Kenjaku pulls you to your feet, and unlike with Itadori, when you wished you could keep holding his hand forever, this time, you pull away viscerally fast, as if you’ve just been splashed with hot oil.

Naturally, Kenjaku notices.

“You didn’t answer my question, miss,” he chuckles, a cunning smile spreading across his lips. “I asked if you were alright. You took quite a tumble there. It must have hurt.”

“I-I’m fine,” you reply, praying your fear isn’t absurdly obvious. You need to stay calm. There’s no reason why an ordinary person would be afraid of him, and if you let it show, he’ll know something’s up.

“Your knees are bleeding,” Kenjaku points out. He leans closer to you, and you swear your heart nearly explodes. His dark, thin eyes are even more eerie from up close. “And you look like you just saw a ghost. I admit, I’m a bit worried.”

That’s bullshit if you’ve ever heard it, but nevertheless, you can’t allow your expression to crumble. There’s no reason for him to kill you out in public like this. Unlike cursed spirits, people can see him. He won’t risk drawing that kind of attention to himself.

Probably.

“I’m just… socially awkward,” you say, chuckling shyly for added effect. “And, uh, I’m not good at talking to handsome guys like you. I get nervous.”

To be honest, what you just said isn’t even a total lie. Sadly.

Kenjaku stares at you in silence for a few moments, then smiles yet again, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I’m flattered by your words,” he muses. “Well, just be careful not to trip again. You got off with a small injury this time, but if you’re not careful, it could be a lot worse. And nobody likes to hurt, do they?”

It’s hard to tell whether or not that was meant to be a thinly-veiled threat, but you have no intention of sticking around to find out.

“Thank you for your help, mister. I appreciate it.”

You hastily bow to him, then waste no time before speed-walking away. The further you get, the easier it is to breathe.

But since you’re too scared to look back over your shoulder, you don’t realize that Kenjaku is still staring at you with a contemplative look on his face.

He hums to himself. “So much cursed energy. Is she a sorcerer? But something about her seems strange. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Well, no matter. He’ll leave you in peace for now. He can’t very well attack you in broad daylight, and he doesn’t even know if you pose a threat. There are far too many variables to consider.

Besides, something tells him that this won’t be your last meeting.

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ryukumi · 7 days

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cw: vampire!satosugu, human!reader, blood (a lot of it), consensual blood drinking, biting, marking, grinding, established relationship, mentions of violence (broken bones), power dynamics, satoru is an asshole!, he drinks too much, 18+

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suguru has always been the more gentle of the pair when it comes to handling their favorite human.

it’s hard, sometimes, for him to not completely lose himself in you—for him to not wrench your head to the side and sink his sharp fangs into your neck and drink from you like the fountain of sustenance that you are. it’s hard for him to keep his hands from shaking as he runs them along the smooth expanse of your neck, marking the spot of where he’s going to bite with a gentle stroke of his fingers. it’s hard, sometimes, for him to see you as anything other than what you are: hot, living and breathing flesh that leaks honey when the surface is broken.

but he’s an adult—an ancient, intelligent one. and one who isn’t uninhibited and hedonistic, driven completely by his urges to fight and feed and fuck. so when he has you in his arms and writhing in his lap, your lips parted and eyes hazy from the pleasure of his hands and blood loss—when your perfect heart starts to pick up speed in its beating as he moves to your thumping pulse and your breathing becomes panicked and shallow, he slows down. pulls back, cradles your cheek and kisses your chin, fluorescent plum eyes lidded and mindful of your humanity, of the fragile beauty of it.

he’s so beautiful. it kills you. it makes your blood saccharine. his dark lashes and full lips and black like old blood hair. with him, you can’t feel shame when you present yourself for the taking. not that you should feel that way—it’s an honor to sustain vampires, especially powerful ones.

his hair falls across your face every time he leans over you; he smells like lavender and salt, like a field of flowers and the man who picked them all. it’s good—it’s everything, and you need more. you need him. murmurs melt into your ear until you’re craning your neck in impatience, offering yourself like a lamb for the slaughtering, urging him to take what he’s been denying himself.

that’s when he feeds.

he’ll trace the spot with his tongue, inhale you deeply, then bite you just the same, his fangs plummeting into the delicate flesh of your bent neck. his groans are always deep and muffled as he pulls from you, his one hand squeezing your soft belly, the other holding you to him by your face. it’s always a slow climb to gratification with him; he takes his time and pulls you apart, pushing you further into desperation until you’re clinging to him and dripping and clenching around his fingers and all you can think about is the sound he makes when he finally bites.

his grip is always tender, but there’s a lethal firmness to it, and even he can’t deny that he’ll sometimes squeeze your jaw just enough to fill your head with the sounds of your neck snapping and your bones cracking. it never fails to make him laugh softly, playfully, almost, when you whimper abortively, when your blood starts to taste sweeter with fear. his silly human lover, almost convinced that this time, he’d hurt her. silly. that’s when his grasp melts away to that tender hold again, and he smooths a thumb over your cheek, present and gentle.

he knows how to handle his human, knows how to handle her well, so it’s never uncomfortable or wrong to satiate him. It could never be more right.

it’s sexual, even without the sex. it’s all encompassing. it’s holy.

and it’s everything satoru isn’t.

it’s the reason he always has to go second, despite his pouting and grumbling. he watches with an agitated bounce to his thighs, his fangs aching once you start to moan and bleed, hands fisting the sheets to keep himself from snatching you up for himself.

wait your turn, says suguru’s eyes every time they make contact with the wild glint in satoru’s lucid eyes. he does—he keeps his resolve together until you’re passed over to him like a glass doll, your pupils blown and neck fresh with puncture wounds, your body slightly drained. without fail, satoru coos at the sight, licking the holes from the first bite like a cat with her kitten, delighting in the the way you yelp at the sensitive, torn flesh being rubbed as he pulls you into his lap, a delicious, necessary weight over his clothed, untouched cock.

he doesn’t romance you because you don’t need it. he isn’t selfish—he’s just hungry, so he’ll twist your head to the side and cup the back of it reverently as he marks you with a hard, unyielding bite, his big hand stilling your hips when you moan and buck like a wounded fawn. you’re so pretty, but even better, you’re weak—you’re human. and It makes him delirious.

he’ll groan like he’d been starved of you by you, the bite always so close to suguru’s that it feels like a reopened gash, one that stings and has tears welling in your eyes. there’s meaning in that, too; your dark blood runs thicker when you’re gasping with pain, and that means it’s heartier and richer, dribbling down his chin like molasses but earthy like a tree spewing maple syrup.

the sound is wet as he pulls off, your labored breathing filling the room. the pain is sharp, and you whine at his cruelty, squeezing your legs together when he grins and licks a long, thorough stripe up the sets of bloody openings in your neck.

“you taste,” he breathes, kissing his bite (lovingly, because you’re his to love), making your hips lurch, “sweet.”

you should be able to brace yourself by now. you’re human, but you’re not dumb—you know that he’s going to sink back into the holes his fangs made and suck from you some more because he always does it, but something in your brain or body or both will never adjust to the new, heightened sense of torment when he goes back in for seconds, your hand fisting uselessly in his white hair, like you can stop him from playing with you in that careless, taunting way of his. he’s more aggressive, then, his neglected bulge grinding into your ass, his lewd drinking growing louder the longer he sucks. when your vision gets foggy and speckled, your head drooping with heaviness, he’ll unlatch with a pop and nose your jawline.

tou nearly always black out with satoru despite the incessant scolding from suguru.

“still hungry?” came his disembodied voice the last time satoru sucked you dry.

satoru held you close, cradling you, and he hummed in response, lifting his head and responding, probably snarkily, but everything was so fuzzy and far, and you felt more tired than ever before, slackening in his arms. you watched dazedly as satoru peered at you with a lovesick smile, one to match your own, and a soft laugh escaped your mouth. It sounded like it came from the next room over.

“more,” you pleaded, lost in a dreamscape, and that pulled amused chuckles from both of them. you rolled your head to look at suguru and said again, “more.”

at that point, it’s hard to resist your base urges—the ones that signal between your legs about how good it feels and how you need more of it. you clench your thighs together again, too mindless to be embarrassed about the wet mess there. when a warm, rough palm comes down to feel you—suguru, you think—and his hand comes back sticky, he tuts, and you throb.

neither of them indulged you that night.

they kissed your nose instead. spoke in low, affectionate voices about how cute you were, their little human. they didn’t drink from you for a while after that. instead, they doted on you like a baby—their baby—who had to be handled with care. they were sweeter with their words, proud when the warmth came back to your body and you began to bloom with life in your pulse points. for a brief moment, they resembled humans in their tenderness.

but not now.

not now—now, they’re staring at you like they see right through your countenance and skin, to your veins and muscles and beating heart. to the meat of everything that makes you so delicious.

and all you’d done was slice your finger on the edge of a paper, when they had come back home brimming with energy and hunger. of course they’re hungry—it’s been a week. suguru is always knows to be gentle, even when he’s trembling with restraint. but he isn’t seeing your measly bones or thin skin like he usually does. not tonight.

it’s hard to resist a drink once someone pulls the trigger on their thirst, and it’s been too long since they last fed.

vampires can be fools, too, like when they develop soft spots for their human. when they become weak and forget to pull rank. when they forget you’re food.

their honed canines are already out—they look starved. desperate. ravenous. they look like they’re setting pragmatism aside—like just this once, they can learn to share.

they look like they’re lost. you look like salvation.

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ryukumi · 7 days

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OVERWHELMED: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Fluff, satosugu x reader, reader is called mom, papa satoru, dad suguru

You were overwhelmed.

The warm steam from the pot below you wafted up to your face, the obnoxious low rumble of the range hood sucking up the air as to not let your smoke alarm go off, yet again. The curry bubbled and you stirred the mixture of carrots and potatoes, leisurely. "Mom," it was a troubled call, you turned, facing the long haired child perched in a chair at the table behind you, her brown eyes glassy as she stared at the textbook in front of her.

You were quick to lower the heat, tapping the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot before settling it down on the handles, placing the glass lid atop the stainless steel before shuffling over to her, fluffy socks adorned with a strawberry pattern, given to you as a little surprise from an ordinary grocery run, protecting your feet from the cool tile. "Tsumiki honey, what's wrong," you coo, taking a seat in the chair next to her, the girl's lips pouted in frustration as she pinched her brows.

"I dunno how to do this," she points, pencil led prodding at the textbook pages scrawled in graphite, loitered with jokes and absurd comments that your dear girl would never do, knowing that this, probably twelfth generation textbook's drawings, were presents from students past. It was a math question, simple algebra that she was only introduced to yesterday in class, and your ever keen student was quick to do her homework on Saturday as to not stress out tomorrow, as her Papa promised to take them all out on a fun day trip.

"Let me take a look," you murmur gently, offering a smile to try and quell her irritation as you stared at the notebook pages, neat handwriting full of numbers interrupted as she tried to answer question 6c, smudges of pencil rubbed away by eraser staining the paper and you reevaluate the problem, carefully repeating it onto the sheet. "This one is quite tough," you nod, hoping to show that her struggle was valid, "but basically you have to-" you start, ready to walk her through the steps to find an answer when yet another call drew your attention away.

"Mom!" this time it was a wail.

"Just a second baby," you pat the girl's hair, "I'll be right back," you promise, getting up from the cushioned seat to step towards the living room, crying children hidden behind the couch, as the open concept layout usually allowed you to see all your kids at once.

You spot the two twins, eyes glassy as Mimiko held a doll tight in her grasp, body shifted away from her sister as Nanako crossed her pudgy arms over her chest, tearful glare directed towards the former.

"What's wrong," you murmur, sore muscles slightly protesting as you pulled into a crouch assessing the situation. Your usually two well behaved girls who generally got along with one another were fighting for the nth time today. They were having a rough time, both irritated, grumpy and getting on each other's nerves consistently on this somber Saturday

"Mimiko won't share," Nanako cries, rubbing harshly at her puffy cheeks as salt rivers stain her face, falling in large droplets. You are quick to tenderly grasp her hands, careful touches wiping away the dew. You turn to face Mimiko, knuckles turning pale with the death drip she had on the pink haired doll.

"You two have loads of dolls though," you try to reason, plucking up a different toy, presenting it to the red faced girl.

"But I want that one," she sobs, hiccupping and you tried not to sigh too loud.

"Mimiko," you call, the child pursing her lips as she turned her body away in defiance.

"I want a turn," she huffs when you don't retract your scolding gaze, "Nanako's been playin all day wif her," she shakes the pink haired toy, glittery strands catching light and you don't know what to do. Nanako was crying because Mimiko had stolen the toy, and you knew the girl had been politely asking all day just to be denied.

It wasn't right that she took it, you know that, but it also wasn't right that Nanako hasn't been sharing. You didn't want to just take the doll away completely, even if a nagging voice said that a mere threat wouldn't hurt, but the high percentage that it'd leave both girls' crying already gave you a headache.

They were just tired. Bad dreams plaguing them last night, preventing them from sleep, they needed a nap but wouldn't settle down for one, not even after being cradled and read to. No matter how many picture books you pulled out, or if you just tucked them into their beds, neither agreed to your plan and now it was too late, settling for a nap now would only result in the inability to rest when it was actually bed time.

You bit your lip, their lack of sleep also resulting in your lack of sleep, achy limbs tired as you shut your heavy fatigue ridden eye lids as bawling tears continued to drip, "Nana-" you were about to start only to be interrupted yet again.

"Mom," it was raspy this time and you heed the call, facing a sleepy Megumi, his face florid as sweat beaded on his forehead, duvet you wrapped him in trailing along the hardwood floors as he pulled it onto his shoulders. His spiky hair was slightly matted, eyes a little red, nose running.

"Megumi" you coo, your sick boy padding to walk into your arms, falling into your embrace eagerly as he nuzzled into your neck, his cold nose making you slightly cringe as he burned up in your grasp, fever overheating his tiny figure.

"m'sorry," he begins and you don't want to question what happened as you wrapped the blanket tighter around his little form, "I missed the bucket," he confessed, his fingers timidly grabbing at your sleeve, toying with the fabric and you knew what he meant, the little stomach bug beating up his organs had made you gift him a plastic container for all his vomit. "I didn't mean too," his voice wavers, you could feel your shirt begin to grow damp but all you could do was hold him tighter.

"It's okay," you try to keep the irritation ebbing away at you from your tone.

"Mom."

They all needed you, tears falling down fast as different anxieties permeated your house, home full of grief as they each battled with different problems. Tsumiki struggling with her homework, Mimiko and Nanako bickering yet again over something trivial but huge in their little world, while Megumi tried to fight off a sickness but was currently losing, and you trying to grapple every thing, your sanity quickly slipping as their sadness poured into you, the tired little smiles you kept up slowly fading away as you could feel your own anxieties claw up your throat.

All your children were crying, frustrated wails, and you were barely keeping it together, clutching your son tightly as you tried not to fall into a pit of tears yourself.

You were overwhelmed.

Overloaded with tasks and duties, you had to help Tsumiki finish her school work, settle this doll dilemma, clean up the little mess Megumi made and still finish up dinner. Your list was all consuming, trying to drown you as your house shook, trembled.

Your family was having a rough day.

Everyone was troubled and you-

You couldn't do it all.

You barely registered it, chaos consuming your leaden muscles as you did your best to organize your frantic thoughts, but when a gentle hand is placed on your shoulder the tension in your chest, weighing down on you eased. "Let us handle it from here love," a sweet murmur, his dark hair was messy, result of a tough day at work but he was quick to roll up his sleeves, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, soothing your berating mind and you could only nod, brain refusing to process an argument as he turned to the two twins.

"C'mere Megumi," your white haired counterpart now next to you, reaching out for the duvet coddled boy who merely nuzzled further into your grasp at the call and you can't help but keep him close, quicksand sinking limbs finding their way to cuddle him even further.

"It's okay Toru," your voice is laced with a slow molasses, tired dribbles as you mumble, blinking your stinging eyes, retreating tears falling back from your waterline, "can you just," and you bite your tongue, feeling a strange quiver form in your throat as an inexplicable lump formed, but he's cupping your face, squishing the fat of your cheek with his easy going toothy grin, pink lips parting to let an ever loving smile shine affectionately at your drained visage.

"Can do!" and he's popping to his feet, knowing your sentence without your words, upbeat aura exterminating the lingering gloom that held heavy in a foggy cloud from the ceiling. His call of Tsumiki's name is kind before he's taking the seat next to her, getting to work and slowly your growing checklist of tasks melted, shredding into tiny little strips as they rips apart the paper, taking a chunk to handle by themselves.

Your knees audibly crack as you stand, his warm cheek in the cove of your neck as he put up no fight to slump in your hold. "Let's get you a bath, yeah Gumi," you hum, body gently rocking as you pad down the hallway and towards the bathroom, light flickering on with a warm glow to paint the white tiles.

"M'sorry," he's murmuring again as you set him down, guilt ridden eyes swathed with remorse as you slowly began to fill the tub, squirting out some of the soap from a half-empty bottle of bubble bath, watching as white foam slowly floated to the surface, "I-I'll do better," he sniffles.

"You don't need to be sorry baby," you brush the strands of hair sticking to his forehead away, heat emanating from the slick sweat of his skin, dampening your fingertips as you gingerly peel the blanket off his body, pang of pity hitting your heart as he shuddered, "you didn't do it on purpose," you hum, "and all you need to do for me is drink lots of water, get tons of rest and get back to your strong and healthy self, okay my Gumi bear," you smile, watching the boy cringe at your little nickname.

"Don't call me that," he whines, voice nasally as you help him take off his clothes before settling him inside the water filled tub.

"Why not," you tease, turning off the tap but he could only puff out his chest, no reason coming to mind as he submerged his body into the water, steam slowly relieving his congested pathways.

"I- It's embarrassing," he tries and you coo with a sly little smile.

"Are you embarrassed of me," you purse your lips in faux pain.

"That's not what I said," he rasps out, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumps his back against the porcelain, defeated.

"Mhm I see how it is," you sigh dramatically, snickering at his pout before you lean to boop his nose. "Will you be okay on your own," you ask the boy, observing as he picked up a cloud of soap and squashed it between his palms.

"Mhm," he nodded and you grin, giving him an affectionate rustle of the hair before grabbing the slightly soiled clothing, lingering smell of vomit and sweat clinging to the fabric of his pajamas as you stepped outside the bathroom, leaving the door open just a smidge as you padded towards Megumi's bedroom, the door wide open, readying yourself to untuck his bedsheets only to find his mattress already bare.

"It's in the wash," he murmured against the shell of your ear and you lean into his warmth, resting your head on Suguru's lowered shoulder, "do you need me to take that too," and his hands are quick to take the clothing from your grasp.

You simply shut your eyes for a moment, listening to his breathing, "thank you," you hum out when you blink open, whirling around on your toes to face him.

"It's no problem baby," and he's pressing yet another calming kiss to your forehead, easing the worries that had begun to clamber up your chest, "you should go take a break, I can finish giving Megumi a bath," he murmurs against your skin but you shake your head as he pulls away.

"No, I can do it," you affirmed, the worried look in his gaze doing little to force your hand, "I want to do it," you reiterated and his shoulder's slumped as he acquiesced, letting you have your way yet again.

"If you say so," he's sighing, "but let me know if you need anything, alright, you've already done a lot today, don't push yourself pretty," and he's kissing your cheek this time, flashing you an understanding smile but you are quick to peck at grinning lips, withdrawing much too early for his liking.

"I won't," you reassure, patting his arm, urging him to go and he chuckles, retreating back to the laundry room as you go to grab another set of pajamas for Megumi to wear.

Your heart felt a little lighter, the happy sounds of an understanding Tsumuki echoing down the hallway before she was sharing a high-five with Satoru, a resounding, elating smack reverberating as you take a small peek down the hall, her once pinched brows no longer furrowed with stress as your white haired partner thoroughly explained the topic in a way she could understand, patiently answering all her questions and kindly nudging her along the right path whenever she made a mistake. The sight had you smiling, there were no tears, no yelling, the image much unlike your childhood, her ability to even ask for help showing you that you must be doing something right, after all you didn't want her to face the same struggle you had when it came for asking your parents for any kind of assistance.

Turning back to the bathroom you nudge the door ajar with your hip, spotting your little spiky haired boy with a rubber duck in his hand, pushing it along the water and he's quick to stare at you, meeting your gaze as you plop the fresh clothing onto the counter. "Mom," he calls and the word no longer burdened you with such despair as it had moments ago, of course you loved your title, the very words being attached to you giving you an indescribably joy as your little found family discovered comfort in you as a mother figure, but you couldn't deny that a few moments ago the very call of that label had you broiling with stress.

"Yes love," you hum, quick to pull the stool over, sitting near the edge as Megumi glanced up at you, bubbles staining his fingertips.

"Will Papa still take me on the trip tomorrow," he sniffles, dry eyes blinking up at you with worry.

"Of course he will Gumi," you reach a hand out, petting his hair before cupping his warm face between your palms.

"W-What happens if I don't feel good tomorrow too," he whimpers, eyes going glassy as his lips pull into a pout and you could feel a little tremor shake your heart, small fracture nicking away at it as you pressed a tender kiss to his scalp.

"Then we'll reschedule it baby, okay," you murmur, staring into his heartbroken gaze, "it'll be alright."

"But I don't wanna ruin it," he mumbles so quietly, guilt ebbing away.

"Honey you won't ruin anything," you assure, "no one is leaving you behind, and no one will be sad if we can't go tomorrow, besides it wouldn't be fun if you weren't there."

"Promise."

"I promise my love," and you interlock your pinky with his, rubbing away a stray tear that managed to fall, "now how about we get you dressed and back to bed," you offer, a gentle smile accompanying your words and he grins, nodding.

You were quick, drying the boy before pulling the dog themed shirt on his head, helping his arms through the fabric before tugging it down. "Cozy," you muse, fingers lightly tying the drawstrings of his fuzzy pants.

"Mhm," he hums, fast to find solace in your embrace as you carefully adjust him to settle on your hip, standing up. You survey the bathroom, empty tub still slightly foamy along the edges, drain covered in bubbles that you didn't focus on, preoccupied with dressing the sickly boy, the blanket he had dragged around, abandoned on the floor, crumpled in a corner, the floor slightly imprinted with wet footsteps.

You purse your lips, rubbing small circles onto his back as his face burrowed into the crook of your neck, dark hair tickling the skin but you pay no mind, occupied with your disinterest on cleaning the space, you had left a slight mess.

Shutting your eyes you sighed, maybe you could just pretend it wasn't there for a moment, you tried to offer yourself, turning to head towards Megumi's bedroom only to spot that his bed was still bare and you were soon painfully aware that both pairs of bedsheets you had used for his bed were now soiled and in the wash, the first set vomited upon in the morning when he had felt the brunt of his ailment clawing at his stomach.

You could feel irritation clamber up your limbs, leaving an unsettling itch in your bones as you push your weight onto your toes before rocking back onto your heels, uncertainty bubbling beneath your skin as your frazzled brain wracked for a solution. "He can sleep in our room for a little while," and the bubbles faded into nothing, heat of the element reduced to zero in an instant as your unsettled waters no longer even simmered.

His hand is on Megumi's forehead, checking the little boy's temperature while the other lay relaxed on your hip, leaving an assuring squeeze, "do you want me to take you Megs," Satoru offers, knowing full well he'd be denied, and rejected he was, the boy merely clinging to you tighter with a pout.

"It's fine Toru," you hum, his hands slightly fixing your hair before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"Alrighty then," he snickers, and you barely have to turn your head to know he and Megumi were sticking their tongues out at each other, "I'll go clean up the washroom then," and he shifts his focus to you.

"No that's alright, you should go rela-"

"I should be saying that to you pretty," he quirks a grin, cutting you off, "now go on," and he's shooing you away, hands on your shoulders before lightly ushering you out, "let me work," he tsks, opening the door, letting you walk into your shared bedroom before quickly scampering off with a cartoony whistled song.

You can't fight off your smile before shuffling towards the messily made bed, the rumple of sheets a painful reminder of your inability to focus this morning, waking up to sobs, the idea of making the bed no longer at the forefront of your brain, and it still wasn't. You collapse onto the mattress, lightly tackling Megumi beneath your body.

"Get off me," he giggles, squirming, fists pushing at your shoulders.

"What, you don't want my love," you gasp dramatically, peppering kisses over his face until he's shoving you away, hoarse voice laughing as he wriggles, crawling towards the head of the bed but you grab his ankle, "don't make me fight you," you tease, pulling him back, his happy little shriek of, 'let me go,' making you grin before you lift him into your arms, wrapping around him tight before squeezing him, planting one last firm peck to his cheek, his happy face lessening all your lingering unease before pulling the both of you beneath the covers.

"You're silly mom," he's snickering.

"Oh really," you laugh, resting his head upon the pillow, laying on your side as he puts his hand onto your face, pudgy fingers squeezing at your cheek, contorting your facial expressions, "I think you're pretty silly," you muse, reaching out to smush his face, his lips puckering as you forced him to look like a fish.

"Nuh uh," he huffs pulling away from your grasp before using both his hands to try and force your face the same way, and he's giggling.

"Nuh uh," you mock, "what do you mean nuh uh," you tease lightly tickling at his sides.

"Nuh uh," he shrieks again, squirming before burrowing into your embrace, putting an end to your attack as he cuddled close and you couldn't help but reciprocate. "Mom," he's calling again.

"Yes," you coo, running your fingers through his hair.

"Can we go see a T-rex."

"Hmm," you raise a brow, "where'd that come from," you ask, slightly perturbed by his out of the blue question.

"Yuji told me at school that his papa took him to see T-rex bones."

"Oh, is that so," you coo, rhythmically patting his back, "we can go to the museum and see dinosaurs together when you're all better."

"With Tsumiki and Mimiko and Nanako."

"Of course, we'll take Tsumiki, Mimiko, Nanako, Dad and Papa," you grin, "so make sure to get lots of sleep and drink lots of water, okay."

"Okay," he's murmuring and despite his prior burst of energy his eyes were closing.

"Goodnight," your kiss his scalp, gently rocking his body and even though he drifted off you continued to lay there, weary limbs finally relaxing.

"Wake up love," you don't even remember falling asleep.

You blink your eyes open, "You need to eat."

"Hmm," you groan as you stirred, staring at both their figures and you suddenly realize your arm's no longer hold the weight of a child, "where'd Megumi go."

"Asleep in his own room," Suguru coos, helping you sit up, thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

"What time is it," you ask eyes trying to adjust to the bright light of the digital clock on the bedside table.

"9:30ish," Satoru grins, taking a seat next to you, "the kids are already in bed."

"Why didn't you wake me up," you yawn, leaning your weight onto Satoru, "I could've helped."

"You've already done so much today," Suguru sighs and you hum into his touch, "wanted to let you rest."

"M'sorry," you murmur, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"Why are you apologizing love, we are the ones who should say sorry," and Suguru is settling down onto your other side.

"We left you home alone to take care of all of them, it must've been tiring," Satoru is holding your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"You had to go to work, it's fine."

"Regardless," Suguru tacks on, "but you did a good job today," he praises and you find yourself melting, lip wobbling.

"No I didn't," and a surge of sadness washes over you, your emotions taking over, "y-you came home and everyone was crying, I was going to cry too, and, and I didn't know what to do."

"That's okay my love," and Suguru is pulling you into his arms, "you did your best."

"But still."

"Baby it's hard looking after four kids by yourself, you did amazing, it was just a rough day," and Satoru is kissing your forehead, "we should've come home earlier but even without us you did great."

"I should've been able to handle it."

"You did handle it."

"I got overwhelmed."

"And that's okay," Suguru assures once more, "it's a lot of work and it's normal to feel that way, that's why we're here, okay baby, it's not your job to look after all of them on your own, we're a team, you can depend on us," he continues, soothing your anxieties, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"My pretty girl had a long day," Satoru coos, lightly pinching your cheek, cracking a coy smile, "let's go eat yeah, I'll warm dinner up again," he grins, reaching for you, carefully picking you up.

"I can walk," you protest, your arms snaking around his neck as he slid his arms beneath your bottom.

"And I can carry you," he sing songs, padding towards the door while Suguru quietly shushes him.

You were overwhelmed but Satoru and Suguru were quick to help you out.

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ryukumi · 7 days

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you and suguru, both curse users, going to private location so you can have a secret meeting with satoru. you two haven't seen him in a decade, so you're both unsure of what to expect. but then satoru arrives, and all logical thoughts exit your brain because holy shit, he looks so good. taller, broader, his voice deeper, his blue eyes covered with white bandages—something only he could make look so attractive. it's hard to focus 100%. your heart's pounding, your breathing is slightly uneven, and your stomach flips each time he says your name. at the end of the meeting, you notice that suguru's cheeks are slightly flushed. you both don't say anything, but you're certain that you're thinking the same thing: you have to have him.

the worst part? satoru knows, and he finds it amusing. ten years later, and you and suguru still can't hide how badly you want him. adorable.

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ryukumi · 7 days

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Sweet Little Dollie

yan!satosugu x lolita model!reader

warnings: yandere!satosugu, dollification, infantilization, kidnapping, forced prolonged imprisonment, punishments, mention of spanking, sprinkle of daddy kink, a little bit of non/con, dead dove: do not eat, getou did not defect au, dark content

synopsis: Thinking about yan!satosugu seeing some lolita fashion magazine in passing and deciding they have to have the cover model.

word count: 3.5k

Suguru Getou is a control freak, even he can admit that. It was only a matter of time before it gets the best of him, right? After a long week of consuming curse after curse, a little trip into the city seemed like just the thing to ease the mental load. While Suguru would prefer to spend the day walking around down with his 'one and only', Satoru Gojo, it couldn't be helped that the strongest sorcerer would be busy with even more back-to-back missions than himself. As he wanders the streets of Shibuya, he allows his gaze to flick from storefront to storefront, not to mention the occasional billboards or advertisements. It's around five in the afternoon when Suguru stumbles upon a magazine stand within another store. As he skims through the options — solely out of curiosity, mind you — his eyes catch on the cover of what appears to be a fashion magazine. At first he thinks the cover image is a little eccentric, but then he realizes this caters to the 'lolita fashion' subculture. While he's definitely not a consumer of fashion magazines by any regard, something about the girl on the cover entices him to flip through the pages. The more images he sees of that same model, he finds himself intrigued and wanting more. The sales clerk is staring at him, probably waiting for him to make a purchase and leave, so Suguru does just that. Maybe it'll be a one-time thing, just to scratch the itch a little. And with that, he is on his merry way back to his apartment.

As he walks through the door, kicking off his shoes in the process, the silence is an immediate tell that Satoru is still out and about. Figuring he has some time to spare before his partner returns home, he gets cozy on the living room arm chair and cracks open his new guilty pleasure. When he finishes flipping through page after page, he decides he needs more content, so it doesn't take long for him to find your social media. He scrolls through post after post, careful not to startle you by liking too many posts too quickly. That doesn't mean he doesn't bookmark the posts and save the images. He especially finds himself entertained by the way you post about your mundane experiences modeling. It's not until roughly nine in the evening — when he's long-since finished scrolling through your posts to his heart's content — when Satoru returns home with some take-out. Suguru doesn't exactly care about his partner seeing his newfound interest, but he does slip the magazine into the slim gap between the armature of the chair and the cushion. If Satoru noticed anything odd, he doesn't say anything, so Suguru feels that the coast is clear for now. Not that he's particularly ashamed, though.

Dinner goes on just about the same as it usually does, with Satoru animatedly explaining his missions from the day, but Suguru can't help but notice his boyfriend's gaze flicking to the magazine tucked in next to him occasionally. After Satoru has finished his — unsurprisingly — third helping of dinner, his curiosity gets the best of him.

"Hey, Suguru- what is that?" he asks, pointing at the sliver of visible magazine.

"Just a magazine I came across."

"Aww, Suguboo still buys porn mags-" Satoru begins, before being cut off by Suguru clearing his throat aggressively. Upon meeting his partner's confused and intrigued gaze, Suguru continues on, "It's just some fashion magazine. I just found it randomly and got curious. That's all."

Although the blue-eyed sorcerer wants to inquire more, he lets the subject go for now. As the two men go through their nighttime routines, Suguru uses the twenty-something minutes of Satoru's shower to refresh his phone screen in search of new posts. There's nothing new, so he goes ahead and plugs in his phone — after turning on post notifications, of course — and starts winding down for bed. Bedtime with Satoru goes without incident, with the white haired man laying atop of Suguru's bare chest. The warmth from their practically combined bodies quickly lulls Suguru to sleep, while Satoru stays up on his phone for a few hours longer. Eventually, the nosiness gets the best of him, and he tries to be as inconspicuous as possible as he reaches over his raven-haired boyfriend to unplug his phone and sign in using the password the two share. Although the phone is on silent mode, the muffled buzzing of a notification instantly catches Satoru's interest. Without any ounce of hesitation, his lithe fingers click on the app it leads to. Upon the tweet loading, Satoru is caught off-guard by the sight of a girl that almost resembles a living doll. His interest is piqued. From 2:00 to 3:30 AM, Satoru just scrolls through each and every post, lingering a bit longer than necessary on the images. He has to admit, he sees the appeal. Out of a little spark of nighttime mischief, Satoru hits the like button on a few especially old posts of yours. And with that, he conks out, still clutching his partner's device.

Come morning, Suguru awakens alone in bed at seven in the morning. A quick glance at the bedside table confirms that his phone is still plugged in from last night. The coast is clear. Upon finishing drying his post-shower hair, Suguru heads into the living room, only to spot Satoru on that same armchair, reading the fashion magazine and kicking his feet giddily. Shit. Suguru's unease is interrupted by a cheerful, "Oh, you're awake! Good morning," accompanied by Satoru giggling and making kissy faces. Suguru does not move to kiss his partner.

"I didn't know you knew how to read," Suguru mutters, half-jokingly.

"HEY-! It's mostly pictures, y'know!"

"I'll have you know that I actually read the little blurbs in the margins," Suguru retorts without missing a beat.

The living room is quiet for the next few moments. The awkward silence is eventually shattered by a cheery, "Sooo, when were you gonna tell me you're into this kinda stuff? If I knew you were into girly shit, I would've brought home some plushies and teacups a looong time ago!"

Suguru just groans, until the blue-eyed beanstalk points at a photo of you and continues, "Anyway, you're into this one, right?"

The two bicker, chat, and chuckle for a good while before Satoru's eyes catch a startling glint.

"You wanna bring her home? I wouldn't mind a little extra eye-candy to come home to."

Suguru is immediately alarmed by how serious Satoru seems. And with that, the two go their separate ways to fulfill their individual missions.

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You had just gotten finished with an unusually long morning shoot. The schedule wasn't exactly stressful, but you were a little on-edge from notifications in the late hours of the night that woke you up a few times. Although it shouldn't be alarming for people to like your posts, the time of night combined with the age of the posts was a little uncomfortable. Nonetheless, you carried out the shoot without incident and were ready to do some shopping and go home — with your notifications silenced, of course. Walking through Harajuku while still wearing your coordinate from the photoshoot was usually no big deal. However, the notifications lingered in the back of your mind and contributed to your increasing unease. Despite this, you stop by your usual stores and head home with a few new articles of clothing. You eventually return to your relatively small apartment, changing into much more casual and comfortable clothing in preparation of lounging the rest of the day away. Now that you've settled into your plush bed, you allow yourself to turn your notifications back on. While it's still shocking that your old posts keep being liked by one account, your comfy bed lulls into drifting off for a short nap.

♡ ♡ ♡

At least, it was supposed to be a quick nap. You momentarily wake up in the backseat of a car surrounded by what appears to be your own suitcases. Figuring this is just some weird dream, you elect to not think too much of it as you drift back into slumber. The next time you wake up, you find yourself in a bedroom that looks shocking similar, but still a bit different, than your own. The room is fully furnished, with a fancy vanity filled to the brim with the products you regularly use, along with an admittedly cute little bookshelf filled with magazines and knick-knacks. Your mind is still clinging to the comfort of sleep, until you hear muffled snippets of a conversation outside the room. That definitely helps you wake up fully. Almost immediately, you all but jump out of the bed, rushing to the door at the front of the room. You try the doorknob a good few times, to no avail. Eventually, you start banging on the door and yelling incoherently. A knock resounding from the other side of the door startles you, causing you to scamper back a bit. After a few more warning knocks, you find yourself back on the bed as two men quietly slip into the room. Alarmed by the two strangers, you mutter out a frail, "What's going on? Where am I. . ?"

"You're home now, let's go ahead and get you tucked back in for a bit, yeah?"

The man with striking white hair grins as he tucks you back under the blanket, while the contrasting black-haired man opens the wardrobe to shove in a few more JSKs and blouses. Are those your clothes?

The white haired man pats your head, messing with your hair a bit, before wrapping your arms around a somewhat large Usakumya plush. So these freaks did their research, huh? Don't they know how expensive those are? Nonetheless, you clutch onto the stuffed rabbit in frantic search of some feeling of comfort.

"Yo, Suguru, quick, take a pic! She's soo cute, right?"

The darker haired man, who you now know as Suguru, gives a dry chuckle as he finishes organizing your accessories and shoes. The room is silent, aside from quiet whispers from the two men, for around ten minutes. It's almost as if they're gossiping behind your back. The near silence is broken by the sound of the door closing behind the one with unnerving blue eyes, before he quickly returns with an ornate plate and something to drink. The water, which looks clear and appears safe, sits in a matching teacup. Aren't they laying it on a bit thick? Suguru takes the meal into his own hands, muttering a quick, "Thank you, 'Toru," and begins hand-feeding you pastries. The white-haired man, 'Toru', pouts for a moment, but then cheers up immediately upon sitting next to you on the bed. The two men idly chat among themselves, falling into a false sense of security. The relaxed atmosphere is swiftly cracked by you grabbing the gorgeous plate and throwing it onto the ground, in the general direction of Suguru's feet. Although he successfully dodges it, it's obvious that he's upset. Before you know it, 'Toru' is grabbing your arms and pulling your wrists behind your back in one hand. His other hand cups your ear as he whispers, "Listen, you brat. You can act like a snotty little bitch all you want to me, but Suguru isn't gonna be so lenient." You shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against your ear. Suguru finishes cleaning up the mess you made, watching silently as you struggle against Satoru's hold. The room is silent once again while you watch Suguru take the broken ceramic pieces out of the room before immediately returning. His eyes are narrowed, much like his partner's, but he gives a sassy little flick of his hand up as if he was trying to wave off the tension. He approaches slowly, as if he's dragging it out, before kneeling on his knees in front of you. Satoru loosens his hold on one of your wrists so that Suguru can grab that hand and kiss the top of it.

"Princess, it really is in your best interest to behave, lest we have to punish you."

Suguru's voice is soft and alluring, but the mention of punishment makes you cringe.

You scoff and turn your head away from the two men, only for Suguru to drag your face back towards him by two fingers holding your chin. He strokes your cheek softly, and you feel any remaining fight dissipating within you.

Satoru, sensing the overwhelming tension, tries to lighten the mood. With a sudden clap of his hands — When did he stop holding your other wrist? — the light-haired man starts speaking.

"Don't you wanna know how things are gonna work around here from now on? Make sure you don't forget anything!"

You gulp, trying and failing to mentally prepare yourself. There's a fondness in Suguru's eyes as he continues, "You're gonna be our little doll from now on, okay? As long as you let us dress you up and play with you, we're not gonna have any issues. If you behave and act like a good, sweet, little girl, we'll let you wander around the apartment — with one of us present at all times, of course. We'll take care of everything for you, so you just need to sit and look pretty. Can you do that for us?" You shiver as you feel him lean in closer, but you grant him a short little nod to keep the peace.

He drones on and on, as Satoru occasionally nods and hums in agreement. With perhaps the worst timing imaginable, your tummy rumbles. Suguru's features are pulled into a gentle expression. As if this whole thing were rehearsed, Satoru hoists you up onto his lap — with a quick squeeze of your bare thigh, of course — and holds you by the waist while Suguru brings some broth and some more water, this time in plastic bowls and cups. He's not taking any chances this time. He hand-feeds you spoonfuls of broth, occasionally pulling the spoon to his mouth to swallow some. After the broth is mostly finished, you decide you've had enough, turning your face away disobediently. Satoru sees this and chuckles, before signaling for Suguru to hand the plastic cup to him. He grabs your chin a bit more harshly than Suguru had, turning your head to face him before carefully 'helping' you drink water. Suguru, who you've come to see as your more gentle captor, reaches into his pocket and pulls out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe the corners of your mouth with. You force yourself to sit through it without fighting. The almost empty bowl, along with the cup and handkerchief, are set atop a table off to the side. Satoru is still clutching your back to his chest firmly. A peaceful quiet engulfs the room once again, as you sit in silence until Satoru once again hoists you up to bring you to the vanity. He whispers a quick, "Don't fight it," before Suguru is crouching next to you, products in hand to do your makeup. You're shocked by how he never seems to stray from your own makeup routine — he must have paid attention to your 'get ready with me' videos. His hands are steady as he works. If not for the lit-up mirror, you wouldn't have noticed Satoru digging through the dresser to pick out what he deems to be the best outfit for you to wear. After your makeup is finished, Suguru moves on to your hair. It's no wonder his hair looks so long and healthy, he's basically an expert. As he pulls your hair into two neat pigtails, fixing up your bangs in the process, you can't help but feel oddly at home. It feels almost as if you're just getting ready for a modeling gig. By the time he decides your makeup and hair are perfect, Satoru brings over a coord you've worn in one of your first cover shoots. The two peacefully dress you up in the coordinate, which goes smoothly other than Satoru's touch lingering a bit too long on your skin every so often. You don't even bother trying to fight it, afraid of what they may do to your precious dresses.

The rest of the day goes mundanely, with the two just making aimless small talk and occasionally gushing about how freaking cute you look. They take a few pictures once in a while, posing you as they like, for the rest of the day. You're eventually fed some dinner and are helped out of your heavy clothing to be put to bed. To add insult to the infantilizing injury, Satoru insists on sitting with you and reading you an oddly animated bedtime story. Reluctantly, you allow yourself to relax enough to fall asleep. Satoru stays in bed with you while Suguru quietly exits the room, locking the door in the process.

The next morning, the routine is repeated for the most part. At some point, when you've already been fed and dressed up, Suguru takes some more pictures of you in your coordinate. Afterwards, he allows Satoru to lead you out of what's become your bedroom and into the living room. Suguru soon gets comfortable on the lush couch, and you find yourself being dropped onto the man's lap with Satoru sitting beside you. You listen peacefully as the two men discuss their own daily lives with each other, the absurdity essentially leaving you out of the loop. While you try to listen in, all you catch are mentions of 'sorcery', 'missions', and Satoru groaning about 'stupid curses'. The men notice you raising an eyebrow, obviously trying to learn more. They just simply coo at you that you, "don't need to worry about all that stuff." You reluctantly let it go, settling into the warmth of Suguru's chest. Eventually, the evening comes, bringing dinner and then a bath. At this point you've let go of any hope, so you sit quietly in the lukewarm water and let the two fret over washing your hair and body. You're then gently dried off, with your hair towel-dried and then blow-dried, before Satoru jumbles you into a cute, ruffled pajama set. This time, it's Suguru who gets into bed with you, and you allow him to pet your hair until you fall asleep.

After a few more days of being juggled between the two men, Suguru informs you that you'll be left solely in Satoru's care today. Apparently Suguru had to go deal with some 'curses' — you still don't know what they're talking about. Satoru seems a bit more lenient and gives you a bit more freedom, so you will yourself to test your limits. Each time he tries to do your makeup in the morning, you snip at him for 'doing everything so sloppily'. For the most part, his blue eyed gaze continues gently lingering on you, but when you refuse to eat with him, he snaps.

By the time Suguru returns home from a long day of missions, he finds you sat on the floor with your hands tied behind your back. You're surrounded by Satoru and a few plushies, with a makeshift table and tea set in the middle. It's not until he watches you struggle as Satoru force-feeds you bitter tea that Suguru notices the faint buzzing he hears coming from under your bloomers. All the while, the taller, pale man is cooing embarrassing phrases into your ear in attempts to make you feel small and pitiful. And you know what? It works. You're frustrated almost to the point of tears, squirming desperately to try to get the pastel pink vibrator out of your cunt. Suguru announces his presence with an amused, "You're having a tea party without me, I see," as he looks Satoru in the eyes. Satoru matches the eye contact, quickly responding, "Poor baby was bein' mean and throwin' tantrums all day, Sugu. . ." Freeing his hair from the bun, Suguru narrows his eyes at you, but the smile doesn't leave his face. "I know it's hard to get used to, but you gotta behave, okay sweetheart?" A roll of your eyes makes his gaze narrow further.

Satoru chuckles as if he's amused, muttering a quick, "You don't want daddy to spank you, do you?"

As soon as he says that, you shudder, but otherwise stop whining or squirming. The two men share a knowing, pleased look.

I feel like this was longer than the vtuber fic, so I thank you if you've read through this whole thing ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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