#( jhsdbfs )

[multiicolor]

oops, got a little silly and ate a man :3

[seiwas]

My friend I am shooting your question right back at ya!! (With love, of course) what is your favorite trait or aspect of your writing?🫧 is there any trait of your favs that shine through? love you💓🫶🏻

kaelyn!! sorry i've taken so long to get to this!! but i am accepting that question with all the love!!! 🥹 love you!!

my favourite aspect of my writing omg... i honestly have always thought that my writing's pretty simple and plain, but have recently been told that it's distinct 🥺 i still have yet to figure out what abt it is unique but i think i like the way i try to explore the softest parts of a character 🥺 characterisation is big for me and i think about it a lot, so i enjoy when i'm able to make an interpretation of a character stripped down and vulnerable 🥺 (i can only hope that i bring justice to it!!!)

related to that, i think some level of softness shines through every time i write each of my faves 🥺 shouto, for example—i've only written him once and it's barely anything but i like conveying how unintentional it is for him to care. i don't think he's consciously thinking to offer you his jacket when it's cold, or to split his soba when you're eating out. i think it's just one of those things he does bc he sees a problem and finds that he has a solution—all bc intrinsically, he cares 🥺

[vengefulqueen]

also oop, i forgot i was doing starters here

[nymika-arts]

in all seriousness the key information here is that they were preparing for a series finale. a lot of people who are upset about this ending for him seem to only be considering his season 6 arc when forming these opinions, but what a series finale needs to do that a season finale doesn't is offer satisfying conclusions to the underlying themes and arcs that have been in play since the beginning of the show. that's where natalia comes in. because while, yeah, in general his s6 arc has been more focused on being comfortable and happy in his own skin, his goal since the beginning of the show has always been to build a life and a family with a partner that he loves. and that's an incredibly important narrative to tie up if the show is ending, otherwise it leaves his story feeling unfinished.

people posting about how it would have been better if natalia didn't come back and buck ended the season alone like aksbkdndb they really thought they might get canceled and were trying to tie things up neatly in the end can u IMAGINE if this character, who's had this major running theme throughout the series of finding romantic love and building a family, literally ended the entire show just by himself on his couch. I'd die

[spriingsprung]

anyways now that my disn.ey muses are waking up- maybe i should bring this one back around again JHSDBF

[landofequestria]

  the hiss of a spark strikes the match after the second try, lighting it up at the end with a small bit of fire. sunny holds it down over the candle wick, the said wick taking a minute before the fire finally catches and she blows out the match- taking a small moment to enjoy the scent of the smoke before carefully putting it away.

“  —there was a point where I didn’t think we’d ever get here. But man, it’s incredible what you can achieve with the help of some new friends. You’d love them honestly, Pipp and Zipp are amazing and Izzy is the most incredible unicorn I’ve met! Not to mention crazy talented, the things that mare can do with just a bit of macaroni and a whooole lot of glitter. “

  the dim room is filled with the soft glow of the candle, glinting off the rim of the old pair of glasses and the glass of the picture frame- sunny’s smiling face reflecting back at her.

“  You’d love this whole new world we’re making together. There’s been a lot of bumps on the way, but ... I think our dreams are starting to come true. I just .. wish you could see all this.  ”

“  .. Happy fathers day, dad.  ”

[kiptsune]

“Moon Jumper” -> “MJ” “MJ” -> “Jay” “Jay” + blue zombie skin -> “Blue-Jay”

[jenivi]

okay ever since you’ve pointed this out, I could NOT stop unhearing it. I can’t believe I didn’t hear the conversation before. Thankfully, this guy who recreates the hologram stuff for the live shows filtered out the audience noise, so you can listen to the live version of Into The Light in its beauty (and in peace lol) 

I'm still angry that the audio is so bad in the CD recording of the live Off The Hook concert at Game Party Japan. You can basically hear more of a conversation between two guys than the music during parts of the performance of Into the Light lol

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Hiii! What’s your thoughts on losleepxiety? I just discovered that ship and there’s barely anyone who ships it ~~🕶 (hope there’s not already a sunglasses anon)

I love it!!! firstly, because it has losleep in it, which is an instant win, secondly, because I’m a multi-shipper who doesn’t know what to do with emself kjshdf

if you’re looking for content, I can offer these self-recs: logan has a nightmare, me ranting about Them, this one that’s really just analogical/platonic sleepxiety but technically there’s an undercurrent of implied analosleep be it platonic or otherwise so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you can also check out @emo-disaster who’s an even bigger fan of the ship than I!

[princepsluna]

continued  /  @wcndered​

She hadn’t much time to respond before he started scratching her chin, and she was secretly glad for it- as it gave her time to think as her muscles quickly began to relax, and they hadn’t even realized they were tense in the first place.    The lunar princess let out a content sigh, closing her eyes as she simply leaned into his touch, quiet for a moment.

“  Where would I even begin?  ”  she responds with a humorless chuckle, and let the silence reign for a little while more, ears drooping in relaxation.

 “  ... I won’t get much into it but- despite the .. unfortunate circumstances that lead me here, I shouldn’t want to go back, and yet .. "  she trails off, her tone soft as she vaguely gestures around with one hoof- teal eyes turning skywards, towards the stars, “  .. I miss being home- I miss how things were, and I don’t think things will ever be the same— a-and I know I shall return, someday but .. I’m scared.  ”

  Despite Wander’s reassuring touch, something that was keeping her grounded in the moment, she still felt that familiar shiver down her spine. Luna even felt HER, prodding around in her mind, making everything foggy again. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing her away- FIGHTING against her.    She just focuses on his soft hand on her, and slowly lets out a deep breath.

[multiicolor]

im getting my juices back after goofing around on rob.lox so uhhhhhh starter call for my dragon gals?

[zagubionywilk]

rob,  at geralt as he comes at him with a pitchfork:   VIBE CHECK  !!

[beinfriends-a]

word count: 3096 characters: Eoforwine, Lucas extra notes: continuation from this drabble.

It’s gone quiet again.  He’s sort of expected that, but it still feels like kind of a shame, really.  Even if that conversation with Claus didn’t go so well, it was nice to reconnect for that one singular moment, as miserable as it was.  And even nicer was the actual pleasant conversation he managed with those Pigmasks, but it’s been quiet since.  Maybe he should try and go back out towards Tazmily again... but that’s a long way to go to get screamed at by the one person he wants to befriend the most now.

Still, it’s tempting, but not tempting enough to prompt For to do it.  Not yet, anyhow.  What he’s really hoping for is for Claus to take him up on the offer of coming out here to visit him.  Claus knows where he lives now, at least.  That’s pretty much all he could do, really; give Claus the option come by if he ever wanted to try and reconnect for real.  He sort of doubts it, though, the more the days go by.  He knows he can’t expect an immediate turn around, but he can hope, can’t he?

It’s a few weeks after then when there’s finally a knock on his door.  It takes him a long second to process it, but that’s what it is.  He sort of freezes at first, but just that one action gets his heart pounding.  He knew Claus would come around eventually, he just needed time... and so he won’t waste any more time waiting.  He steps over to the door and opens it up.

“Hello, Mister...”  Slight hesitation.  “Errforwhine!  Is it all right if we talk?”

Well.  This is... unexpected.

But... close enough.

For spends another long moment staring back blankly at Lucas’ friendly face, trying to process who he was seeing, before he nods and steps aside from the blond to come in.  Lucas smiles graciously and steps in before For shuts the door behind him.  He takes a moment to look around the man’s little home... he knows it isn’t much, but it’s the best he could do under the constraints he had.

“You have a lovely home,” Lucas says brightly.

“Eh... not really, but it gets the job done.”

Lucas hums.  “Well... it’s homely, I think.  Maybe if you had decorations it might feel nicer ta you?  I could bring somethin' for you-- oh!  That reminds me.”  He starts to rummage through a bag over his shoulder, then pulling out a small wheel of something wrapped in paper.  “Um, I felt bad comin’ over unannounced... and I wanted ta apologize for how Claus behaved when he spoke with you... so I thought you might appreciate some sheep’s cheese since I figure you probably don’t get much o’ stuff like this out here?  My family just made some, so--”  He offers the cheese to For.

...Lucas must realize the awkwardness of this situation.  He has to.  Maybe that’s why he’s trying to make up for it with a gift-- but jeez, he didn’t have to... especially not to make up for something Claus did.  It’s thoughtful, though, he can’t deny that, and so he accepts it with a “Thanks,” before setting it on the table.

For leans against the table with his hand, and gestures for Lucas to sit down with the other.  “So... why are you here, exactly?”

“Well,” Lucas starts, sounding like he’s unsure of how to answer that inquiry as he takes his seat, “Claus told me about what happened with you ‘n’ him, and I just-- well, I wanted to talk to you about it, I guess.”  For raises his eyebrows expectantly.  “I’m real sorry about how he acted with you.  Claus gets rilly... anxious ‘n’ freaked out about Pigmask stuff.  I think you surprisin’ him rilly caught’m off-guard--”

“You don’t have to defend what he did or explain what he did for him.  That ain’t your responsibility.  Fact, if anyone should be apologizin’ between the two of us, it should be me for beatin’ on you and your friends way back when.”

There’s a moment where the blond appears to be thinking over what to say in response, mouth opening and closing uncertainly.  “I hope you don’t feel bad about that, because I don’t hold that against you, Ee-- Err--”

“You can just call me For.”

“Mister For... I know a lot of people did things they regret as Pigmasks.  And I know you must be a good person if you’re still here.”  Is that really what he thinks...?  Maybe that’s true-- or maybe it’s just the chance to be better that’s helped For thrive.  It isn’t like he does much to justify his continued survival.  “I mean, Claus is still here, too, for the same reason.  He was given a second chance because he deserved it.  There ain’t many Pigmasks left... ‘n’ I know it’s hard for him, but I think it would probably be nice if he had someone like you around...”

“That’s what I wanted,” For murmurs.  “That’s why I wanted to talk to him.”

“Right... ‘n’ it seemed like you guys were close before, right?  He told me you were, kinda.  I don’t think he wants ta admit he got along with you-- or maybe that he still kinda likes you.”

Doesn’t want to admit it... that may be Claus’ pride, or perhaps a refusal to identify with who he was as a Commander.  Affiliating with someone from his time as Commander might be complicated for a kid like him, someone who, based on For’s brief interaction with him, appeared so desperate to distance himself from that past.  There didn’t appear to be any reconciling those two identities for Claus.

For can’t exactly blame him.  It’s not like he really knows the kid anymore, but he’s smart enough to take a guess that the experience of being a Pigmask was far more traumatic for a kid like Claus than it had been for Eoforwine.  He seemed to take it much harder, just based on how poorly he reacted to For’s presence.  But even then... just the suggestion that Claus might still like him sort of adds a spark of hope to this conversation.

“You think he does?  He made it pretty clear he hated me when we talked.  He went outta his way to tell me that we weren’t friends, which... yeah, I guess he’s right.”  A bitter laugh.  “Still kinda hurt, but I guess me tryin’ to baby him when he was Commander without ever really helpin’ doesn’t count.”

“I cain’t say I know fer sure what it was like, because I wudn’t there, ‘n’ Claus doesn’t rilly like ta... talk about that time, but compared to some of the other stuff he’s said about back then?  He wudn’t as harsh as he could’a been about you.”  Jeez, if that wasn’t Claus’ worst, he’d hate to see how nasty the kid could get.  “I think Claus says things he don’t mean because he panics or gets nervous ta admit what he really thinks.”

“So what do you think he really thinks, then?” For asks, arms crossed.  He’s honestly curious.  As nice a thought as that is, it really just feels like he’s making more and more excuses for his asshole of a brother.

Lucas probably already knows how it seems, though.  For gets this feeling that this isn’t the first time he’s had to do something like this, as unusual as his meeting with Claus had been.  The ginger doesn’t seem like the friendly type.  He sort of gets where the “unhinged” comment came from with Compass, though he’s clearly not seen the worst of the kid yet.

“Well, he wouldn’t admit it with me, but y’know what I think?  I think once he settled down about you randomly showin’ up, he was upset you chose now above any other time.”  Huh.  “I mean, it’s been quite a long time since you two knew each other, right?  Four years is a long time to not see someone you care about.  ‘Nd I do think Claus cares about you, For.  But I think he’d be right to be unhappy that you’d pop up randomly now ‘n’ expect things ta be normal between you two.  That’s what you want, right?”

He’s right.  It’s weird, but he is.  Although For had never bothered to get to know Lucas for obvious reasons, he did always seem like a smart kid.  If anyone knew how Claus would feeling, it’d probably be this kid, right?  And For can understand being pissed about that sudden reappearance after radio silence for years.  He knows that he should have done it sooner, but he didn’t.

Of course he wants it to be normal between them, but it’s not like that could be accomplished by staying away.  His best bet was trying to appeal to the familiarity of their friendship-- though that backfired.

“I had my reasons for not tryin’ earlier,” For replies hesitantly.  “What matters is I wanna make sure we’re okay with each other now.  You said Claus would do good havin’ someone like me around.  So how do I do that?  All he did was scream at me.”

“That’s the hard part,” Lucas concedes, “because Claus can be... um, rilly stubborn.”  For snorts.  That’s an understatement.  “I guess I’ll have ta talk to him more.  I didn’t tell him I was comin’ out ta see you yet.  I figured it’d be better ta tell him after we get this sorted.... ‘cause I know he won’t do anythin’ to fix this himself without a little push from me.  I doubt you were able ta rilly express yourself when talkin’ to him, so... you have a second chance.”

There’s a pause of For studying the teen for a moment before finally responding.  “Why are you helping me?”  Lucas blinks, then tilts his head, confused.  “I’ve never done a good thing for you in your life.  Why do you wanna help me so bad?  I appreciate it, but-- I don’t get it.”

“Because I think this means a lot to Claus-- ‘nd I never thought o’ you as one o’ the especially bad Pigmasks.  It’s not like we got along, but... if you were special to Claus, I can respect that.  And I told you before, I trust that you ain’t like you used to be if you’re still here.”

“Do you really think he wants us to get along?”

“Yes, I think so.  I think he just don’t wanna admit it, but I know he’d be better off havin’ someone like you.  You might understand him better since you were there with him... back then.  I still can’t say I understand what it was like.  I do my best!  But there’s a lot missin’ for me.  He don’t have to explain half as much to you.  You’ll just.. understand, right?”

For nods along to that.  It’s a fair point.  As much as it makes sense to want to distance himself from that time in his life, Claus might do good with someone who understands what it was like-- at least to some extent.  Their experiences will obviously differ... Claus wasn’t like the other Pigmasks in the army.  He wasn’t like For, exactly, but at least For was there.  Both being high-ranked Pigmasks meant that there was something to be shared-- if only Claus would give it a chance.

He still can’t believe that Lucas thinks it’s possible, but it is giving him some hope.  So long as Lucas is able to get through to Claus... maybe there is that chance.  It sounds like Claus will be more willing to listen to his brother than anybody else.

There’s a moment where For lets the silence sit between the two of them, thinking over what’s just been said.  “I know it was shitty not to try and talk to him before now, but... I had no idea if he was alive or dead or not.  I didn’t think most Pigmasks were alive.  Hell, I’m not even sure why I got to live and lots of others guys didn’t.”

“There’s a reason that--”

“I know there’s a reason, but I still don’t know what it is.  But I’ll take advantage of that chance, for whatever reason Dragon Jesus gave me the extra go.”  That term seems to confuse Lucas slightly, but he doesn’t ask, and For doesn’t explain it.  “I figured somebody like him probably wound up dead.  I wanted to check, but... well, I saw how nasty people got about Pigmasks real fast, and I thought it was smarter to get the hell out of dodge than to stick around in hopes of seeing him pop up again.  Figured it’d be better to just go my own way, so I did.  It’s worked out for me, but boy... it’s fuckin’ lonely.”  A laugh. “It’d be nice to have him-- or somebody-- around again.  He doesn’t feel too different too me.  He’s, uh... really intense now, but the Commander had bursts of that sometimes, too.  I dunno.  I feel like there’s a lot of that kid still in him, but maybe I just need to get to know the new Claus better.  I noticed he... carries a lotta anger, doesn’t he?”

Lucas nods grimly.  “That’s somethin’ we’re tryin’ to work on, but it’s slow to make progress... he tries his best, but it’s hard to control how you feel when you feel as intensely as Claus does.  He feels the most outta anyone I ever met.  It’s can be pritty overwhelmin’ for me too-- ‘n’ o’ course, for Claus.  It’s frustratin’ ‘nd drainin’ for everyone involved, trust me.  The problem is he doesn’t seem to have a healthy way to get rid of it... and I’m not sure how ta help him on that.”

“Not sure I know either, but it’s sure as shit important he gets that shit on a leash sooner rather than later.  That kid’s gonna get his teeth kicked in it he ain’t careful.”

There’s an uncomfortable hum from Lucas.  Maybe that was a harsh way to put it, but it’s how he felt.  For could see Claus easily getting himself in trouble with that attitude.  After all, he’d quickly lost favor with those Pigmasks over a likely similar conflict as he had with For.  “I know...” is the blond’s eventual answer, followed with an awkward laugh.  “I’m tryin’ to help him work on that, too.  I worry about that sometimes.”

“You seem to got a lotta worries with that kid.”

“No, no!  It’s not like-- I don’t want it ta seem like--”

Raises a hand.  “Hey, relax,  I’m not tryin’ to say anything about Claus.  I’m just tellin’ you what I see.  And considering how much that wigged you out, I think I’m more right than you want me to be.”  No immediate reply from Lucas, so For continues.  “I’m not tryin’ to overstep, dude, but just sayin’, I don’t think all of this should be your responsibility to start with.  That’s up to him-- and you ain’t his dad.  In fact, I hope you guys’ dad is helpin’ you with that.  This is more an adult’s job than a kid’s.”

“Right...”

That response sounds doubtful, and so raises a question of what sort of parenting is in the picture here, too, if Lucas is constantly trying to fix these problems for Claus himself.  It really doesn’t seem like his problem, but perhaps Lucas is just the type to try and fix it all himself regardless of what else Claus has to rely on.  Still... he gets a weird feeling from that.

“Yeah.”  Pause.  “Sorry, I think I am overstepping now, so never mind.  But y’know-- do you know those Pigmask guys too?  Compass and, uh, Toffee?”

“Oh, yes, I do.”

“You met ‘em?”

“Yes!  I’ve met Compass on several occasions.  I would consider him a friend o’ mine.”

This kid is shockingly nice, so that’s probably a big bonus when Claus is such a huge prick, especially to those two, apparently.

“All right.  Well, Claus probably told ya that I came there ‘cause Compass ‘n’ Toffee suggested it to me.  It wasn’t exactly their idea, but I remember the Commander tellin’ me I could probably... really... give Claus some guidance that maybe you or someone else close to him can’t give.  I mean, we already went over that earlier, right?  And that’s all I fuckin’ wanna do, kid.  It’d probably be help for Claus, help for you, too, if you don’t have to worry about him all the time.”

“Then I think we have an understandin’ here, Mister For.  We’re on the same page!  I just hope Claus will be too.  I’ll talk to him about it when I get home.  I’ll pro’ly send you a letter about it later, okay?  I think the pigeon should be able t’ find yer home.  I wouldn’t want Claus to pop up at yer door without any warnin’ first.”

“Okay... uh, thanks.”

Lucas smiles to For.  “Of course!  I really want things to work out for you.  I don’t know as much about you as he does, but based on what he told me about you?  I think you could really be good for him.  So... I’ll let you know!”  The blond moves towards the front door, and opens it before turning to For to say a goodbye before he’s gone.

God... that was weird.  It wasn’t unwelcome, but just... odd for him.  Maybe it’s just because he feels like he’s no good at this socializing thing currently; he’s all out of practice.  He still can’t believe that kid would ever do anything for him as nice as this-- it’s bizarre to think about how this was the same boy For had fought several times before years ago.

Claus is lucky to have somebody like Lucas around... and that same kid thinks For’s just as worthy to have around Claus, too.  He can’t stop thinking it, but it’s weird, weird, weird-- someone having that much faith in him.  He doesn’t consider himself to be a bad person, but he wouldn’t think that he could be so helpful to someone.  He wants to be, though.  He wants to be.  That was his plan all along, wasn’t it?

He wants to be good for Claus-- or at least have that kid not hate his guts.  But at least he’ll know they tried if Lucas doesn’t manage to get through to him.  But he does really hope that Claus’ll listen.

[dailydougie]

Today’s Dougie of the day is:

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[seiwas]

you are always so sweet and funny in the tags omfg 😭

waaah thank you so much for reading 🥺

the reaction pix have me 😭😭😭 im so glad you enjoyed this!! and found it cute!! and that this got u to smile bc yuuji 🥺🥺 one of my life's missions is for everyone to see how Charming this boy can be 🥺

and NOBARA PLS OMG. i just KNOWWWW she knows what she's doing 😭😭 she knows ALL the photos and descriptions that make people fall to their knees jhsdbf and it's not like she's lying either bc. yuuji rlly is all those things 😭😭

and PLS I KNOW HSBDF writing the reader in this was so HNGH for me too absfhs i wanted to shake em

₊˚⊹｡ it's a match! | itadori yuuji

wc: 1.8k

summary: the guy you match with on a dating app is too good to be true. 

contains: gn!reader, non-curse au, athletic trainer yuuji, dating apps, megumi and nobara cameos

a/n: this is such a projection of my insane attraction for yuuji + a few songs i associate with this fic and him: mariposa - peach tree rascals, sunshine - kyle, miguel, sunkissed - khai dreams

part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event prompt: finally saying yes to that nice guy you’re afraid is too good to be true

Itadori Yuuji. Athletic Trainer. 24. Loves dogs, exploring nature, cheat day meals, and a good workout!

Pink hair, wide eyes, bright smile—the kind that can’t possibly be rehearsed; the photo on your screen is candid, edges blurred by movement but the center clearly in focus. 

He’s cute, you think. Enough for you to scroll further down to get to know more about him. 

The second photo you land on is definitely something; your eyes widen and you swear you hear yourself gulp a little. On your screen, crouched low, is this same Itadori Yuuji smiling in between a golden retriever and a husky; he has an arm wrapped around each dog, bringing them close as their tongues stick out in the summer heat. 

And you’re pretty sure it’s summer because this Itadori Yuuji guy also happens to be shirtless, towel slung around his neck as strands of pink hair cling to the sweat on his forehead. That, and the trees behind him glisten underneath the sunlight—vibrant green. 

Considering the bigger picture, the photo is adorable. Cool. Absolutely heartwarming even.

But your brain is still trying to process how someone who looks like he volunteers at retirement homes can be so… ripped. 

You scroll some more. 

And after two question prompts, one muscle tee gym photo (which is way more attractive than shirtless, by the way), and one group photo–a girl with short hair and a pretty boy with unruly black hair–, you’ve concluded that this Itadori Yuuji guy is a picture-perfect example of a kind of boy-next-door. 

You say kind of because you learn that his ‘typical sunday’ is waking up at dawn to take his and his bestfriend’s dogs out for a hike. You also say kind of because the most surprising fact about him is that he’s been a stunt double because he knows how to do parkour.

It feels like an illusion, as if someone so down-to-earth and seemingly friendly, living just eight kilometres away from you is being dangled right under your nose. 

He’s way too good to be true.

So when you press ‘like’ to his answer for the prompt ‘typical sunday’ and comment, “Cool! Are these the same dogs as the one in your photo?”, you definitely do not expect to be matched a few minutes later. 

.

To your surprise, you and Yuuji get along swimmingly. 

There’s a reason dating apps are not messaging apps, and you both find out when your chat page begins to lag after a series of 100+ messages in the span of 10 minutes. 

So, you swap numbers. 

And it’s good—way too good. 

It’s unbelievable how easy it is to talk to him, how fun. There’s never an awkward lull and he always replies enthusiastically, never too late and never too early. If others are walls, Yuuji is a trampoline—bouncing off your energy and returning what you throw at him.

You learn that not only is he a kind of boy-next-door, but a golden retriever boy too. And you don’t really know what to do or how to feel about that realization. 

5:47 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji

> [attachment] 

> cheat meal today!! 

The attachment opens to a photo of him using french fries as a moustache, along with a giant burger set on a plate in front of him. Despite the very obvious distraction of his biceps flexing while his arms cross in front of his chest, you chuckle and roll your eyes.

It’s an inside joke—kind of. You mentioned once that you only found out when you were 13 that french fries did not in fact come from the French. 

5:48 p.m. 

< ha ha ha 🙄

You straighten up in your chair, stretching your back until you hear it crack.

< late lunch or early dinner? 

5:49 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> late lunch!

> had the whole team in a while ago then got a workout in right after!

5:50 p.m. 

< good reward? 

5:50 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> good enough

> would be better with some company though!

Herein lies the problem. 

You stare at your screen, biting your bottom lip as you watch the little bubble move as he types. 

5:51 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> only if you aren’t busy or anything!!

This is the second time Yuuji has tried to ask you out in the month and a half of you both talking; the first time was just completely wrong timing, but this one—you have nowhere else to be and you actually can go to him.

5:54 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> no pressure!! 

And yet—

Your fingers move faster than you can think. 

5:55 p.m. 

< still caught up at work, sorry 😞

< next time!! 

You can’t even explain why you feel so hesitant to meet him. 

5:56 p.m.

< eat enough for the both of us for now 😌

—you groan, dropping your forehead down on your desk. 

To be honest, you aren’t sure what to call the fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Is it butterflies? Nerves kicking in? Fear? 

5:57 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> that’s okay!! i ordered a milkshake too

> i’ll drink it in your spirit 🫡

It’s confusing, because he’d confessed that he’s never done dating apps before, isn’t so sure how it goes; that his friend was solely responsible for the creation of his account because why not? 

He’d admitted that he wasn’t too keen on it because he wasn’t really looking, but he’s glad he agreed because otherwise, he wouldn’t have met you. 

And you think, for someone who ‘isn’t so sure how it goes’, he’s actually pretty smooth. 

So, maybe you have trust issues.

And maybe, he’s just so sweet—about this, about everything, that you can’t figure out if he’s just really nice or if he’s flirting. 

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“Kugisaki, I think I’m being rejected.” 

“Huh?” Nobara looks up midbite, face scrunching into confusion. Megumi raises his eyebrow from the side. 

“Yeah,” Yuuji shrugs, pouting as he swirls his chopsticks around, “maybe they don’t like me that way. Why else would they be avoiding a meet-up?” 

Nobara clears her throat, setting her chopsticks down as she straightens her back against the booth. Her fingers clasp together on the desk. 

“Itadori.” 

Yuuji looks up as Nobara shoots him a look. 

“No.” 

Megumi slurps on his soup.

“Phone.” Nobara reaches an arm out, palm up as she waits. 

Once she grabs a hold of the device, she taps on his text thread with you, scrolling up and up and up as if to prove a point. For even more evidence, she goes to your socials, reading the exchange of compliments you both have left on each other’s Instagram stories. 

“Maybe they just see me as a friend, you know?” 

“Itadori, I did not curate your profile for someone to tap on it because they ‘see you as a friend’.” 

The table is quiet—even Megumi’s stopped eating, cheek resting on his palm.

“You cannot tell me that someone tapped on your profile after seeing that bait photo of you with your dog and Fushiguro’s dog because they wanted to ‘just be friends’.” 

Yuuji has nothing else to say, eyes wide and mouth completely shut as Nobara goes on to explain (air quotes and all) how his profile is the quintessential design of a boy-next-door who anyone is bound to fall for. 

Only when she’s done, having exposed every single detail about your relationship (friendship?) that Yuuji never even knew she knew, does Megumi speak. 

“I wouldn’t be talking to someone everyday for three months straight if I didn’t like them that way.” 

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You’re horrible. 

Yuuji should honestly just stop talking to you at this point. 

You’ve declined a meet-up three times for god’s sake. 

Each time, he’s been so nice about it too, telling you that it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it. That he’ll definitely treat you to a big meal when you finally do meet—to make up for all the wrong timings. 

He’s not the problem, it’s you. 

Yuuji hasn’t replied to your text since yesterday, and you honestly wouldn’t blame him if he completely stopped because, why bother if his advances have been blocked every single time anyway? 

You’d get it, would completely understand if he ghosted you now. 

But… there’s no denying the way your stomach drops when you think about it. 

You’ve clicked open your phone five times in the past 10 minutes, and every time it vibrates, you rush to check it, hoping it’s him. 

This is the last time, you swear to yourself—the sign. 

If he asks you again one more time, you’ll finally do it. No more excuses, no more chickening out at the last minute. 

(You pray to whatever god is out there that he does.

And just as you’re about to go to bed, a notification pops up)

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12:03 a.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> hey! slr!! someone on the team got injured so we had to rush him in

> it was a whole thing

> but i hope your back’s doing better! are the stretches i sent helping?

12:05 a.m. 

Itadori Yuuji

> also no pressure at all but there’s a game this saturday in our area

> was wondering if you’d like to drop by? 

> no worries if you’re busy though! 

> just let me know so i can get a pass for you 🫡

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The cafe you agreed to meet at is busier than you expected, ceramics clinking and the coffee machines working double time as an influx of customers line up by the cashier. 

You’re thankful for the noise, the endless chatter around you drowning out each rapid pulse of your heart beat. 

Do you bow? Shake his hand? Wave?  

You’re so nervous, you might not even get a word in at all. 

It should be any minute now, based on his texts. 

You do your best to distract yourself, looking around the cafe and fiddling with the straps of your bag.

But the doors swing open, and you turn to see who’s come in—

It’s him. Itadori Yuuji in the flesh. 

The guy you’ve spent the past few months talking to, laughing at his jokes and sharing pieces of your day-to-day with. 

As he looks around for you, you take a few minutes to soak in this moment. Still too good to be true: black polo shirt hugging the expanse of his chest, his pink hair styled boyishly; there’s a natural brightness to him that draws you in, almost like his personality shines outward, charming you the more you look at him. 

—and when your gazes meet, he smiles, eyes crinkling, lighting up at the sight of you as he raises his hand and finally, waves. 

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You don’t know what took you so long to finally say yes, but thank god you did. 

Because aside from all the qualities that make him a kind of boy-next-door and a golden retriever boy all packed in one, you’re becoming well aware that Itadori Yuuji’s biggest asset is the way his ass looks tight, hugged snuggly by his pants as you watch from the stands.

a/n: coming up with this idea was so much fun that there's a bunch of lore i wasn't able to include! like: 1) megumi hates yuuji's music and definitely told him to never mention it out of fear that he’ll be rejected even more, 2) yuuji has received messages asking 'who's your friend?' 'is he single?' on the group photo with nobara and megumi, 3) he definitely stunt doubled for sukuna

thank you notes: to @augustinewrites for literally feeding me inspiration for this entire plot omfg this is lowkey her brainchild too & for helping me with dating app research along with @ufo-ikawa 🥺 ily both + @mysugu @soumies for of course listening to me ramble abt this, as you both do with everything else i talk about 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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