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kivrumi · 3 months

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⭑ᡣ𐭩"₊SEVEN 𐙚⁺˚

chapter 1 - psycho

FEM!READER × ? JJK

ʚ PAIRINGS : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Kento Nanami, Naoya Zenin ɞ

{ it is not stated here who the reader ends up with, the story is to find out.. }

NON-CURSE AU | COLLEGE AU

꒰ SUMMARY : How did you end up in such a mess with various guys? From strangers, friends, and crushes to ex-boyfriends and enemies. How did, what you thought was simple, life turn out like this? And who exactly were you to end up with?

꒰ WARNINGS : SLOWBURN - NSFW 18+ - mature & sexual themes - smut / lemon - language - violence - mentions of obsessive behaviour - sub/dom mentions - angst andd fluff :3

SEVEN MASTERLIST

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"Told you I'd win this time."

You snicker at Choso, who has now just shamefully lost at a mere game of Mario Kart.

"Doesn't make you better than me does it"

He then reaches out to your lap and grabs a handful of YOUR popcorn from YOUR bowl.

"Seriously? First of all, of course it makes me better than you. In fact, the BEST at Mario Kart worldwide. Second of all, I did not make two packets of popcorn for you to gulp all of yours down in 5 seconds to attack my bowl" You give him a cold, stern, serious look as he smiles with a mouth full of popcorn, slowly reaching out for your bowl again. You wack his hand out of the way, moving your bowl further from him as he chuckles whilst attempting to swallow. With your face glaring back towards the screen where it displayed your victory, he asks

"Do you have a third of all?" He then grabbed his Nintendo controller back to restart the match.

"Hmm, third of all..." You now face Choso, who still has his eyes glued to the screen.

"You like losing to me. "

Choso Kamo. Your best friend since you were only five. He knew every detail about you and vice versa. Growing up with him only drew you two closer, so here, you two were sitting on the floor of your dorm room, backs leaning onto your couch and Nintendo controllers in hands. If someone were to ask you to describe Choso, you would say how kind and forgiving he is and include his sense of humour. He knows right from wrong and is not afraid to stand proud of his beliefs. Many have framed him to be this extremely soft, introverted, shy man; they were along the right lines yet couldn't be more wrong.

"Choso, what are you still doing here? It's nearly 1 am; go back to your dorm." Your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, insists as she walks from her bedroom door to the sofa and plops herself down on it. She then grabs your entire popcorn bowl and multiple handfuls of your popcorn, stuffing it in her mouth

"Shoko- are you serious, you know you can make your own packet." You get up and snatch your bowl back to see nothing but popcorn kernels. Choso stretches his hand to Shoko to pass her a Nintendo controller.

"Okay, one more game, and I swear I'll head back to my room," Choso claims ready to press play.

"finee" Shoko says as she stretches her legs across the sofa as you sadly place your empty bowl to your side and grab your controller.

—

"What the fuck?" Choso and you say in unison. Not only did Shoko win all 6 matches you guys ended up playing, but you and Choso always ended up around last place.

"ooou what can I say" Shoko giggles, then glances at the time. "Oh shit, it's really late. Get to your dorm Choso and you. " she slaps the top of your head. "You get your ass to bed. "

With a defeated sigh from both you and Choso, you get up and drag your feet towards your bedroom. "Night then everyone," you slowly close your door hearing the two individuals still in the living room say goodnight back to you.

Shoko Ieiri has been your close friend for about a year now since you started college. You remember her looking lost in the dormitory halls and asking if she needed help by guiding her to her dorm room, only to shock you that you guys were to share a dorm. Going into college, the only person you knew was your best friend Choso, and Shoko had two of her own best friends you had yet to meet. A white-haired boy and a black-haired boy, you don't think you have ever seen them, but you are very familiar with their names via Shoko yapping to you about their latest drama. Shoko never really bothered, introducing you to them, not that they interested you in any way, but this was because Shoko didn't think they were a very good influence and wouldn't bother to care. Utahime Iori and Kento Nanami are friends to both you and Shoko since Shoko was nice enough to introduce you to some of her friends on your first days. It's been a year now, and all of you are 19 now. Well. Not quite everyone.

Toji Fushiguro. 2 years older than you. He is in mechanical engineering. It was love at first sight for you. The first day you saw him his biceps had you choking on your water, his hair stuck to his forehead sweating, fixing something in the car, who cares about that? He wore a black compression shirt first, which nearly made you melt and wanna scream, his scar by his lip that you just wanted to- GOD HELP ME.

He was an attractive individual.

You have been crushing on this man ever since you've attended this college; you damn sure wanted to get into his pants. But not only you, he also had countless other fangirls. So thinking he wants you and only you, despite never talking to you before, is fucking delusional. Countless rumours of him playing girls, high body count, and being really good in bed were spread around. You did, in fact, believe these rumours, but you really needed proof...

—

All of your friends knew about your obsession with this older boy. Choso always mentioned how Toji is not someone I should go for due to his reputation as a player, and Utahime is always there to agree with him.

"I can definitely agree with you, girlie. Toji is one fine ass," Shoko exclaimed as Choso and Utahime stared with disgust.

"Stop encouraging this Shoko!" Utahime says as she facepalms herself with a twitching eyebrow.

"Kentooo" Shoko purrs as she goes behind him to place her hands on his shoulders. "What are your opinions on Toji Fushiguro?" she asks, rocking him back and forth.

"Never interacted with him before so, don't know and don't care."

"You're all haters," you said to all, apart from Shoko. Just then, you had seen Toji Fushiguro walk past your hangout spot window, an abandoned cafe behind your school, with a girl trailing behind him. She had the same hair type and eyes as you, but everything else about her was the opposite. Mainly her style. She had a huge smile plastered across her face as she followed the man you've been eyeing for a good 2 months now. Despite the man being a whore, you still hope one day you catch his eyes.

—

But it's been 10 months till that day you saw that girl trail behind him. After that, there have been numerous different girls spotted with the handsome compression shirt man, not really fighting his whore stereotypes. Do you want to be one of those girls? You say no, but if he ever went up to you, you don't think you can turn him down. But the idea of you being used once or twice disgusts you. Why would you do that to yourself? But the tiniest minute possibility that you can change him was always there.

—

"eugh- huh- Shoko, what the fuck.." You say as you slowly open your heavy lids from your beauty rest, and to your surprise, you see Shoko leaning over you, a glass of water in hand, tilted to your face.

"Seriously, girl? You ignored your alarm 5 times now. I'm leaving now for class and don't know how you're going to arrive at your class late. Especially with your mad teacher, " She huffs as she chugs from the glass of water, which originally was supposed to be poured on your face, but to your luck, you woke up.

You get up and look at the time. Fuckity fuck.

"Oh my god, Professor Yui will not back down to give me a crazy lecture of disturbing her class, despite me trying to be stealthy to not interrupt."

"All psychology professors are insane like that, huh? Also, you're only noisy because of the dingly dangly earrings you wear every day. "

"Okay, okay.. What are you still doing here? Sho, get your ass to your scientists class. "

"andd what are you still doing in bed girlie.. Don't come for me, I'm dressed up and about to leave. You can always come with me right now, but maybe your Hello Kitty PJs will be too distracting to your crazy psychology professor. "

"ah fuck" you jumped out of bed as you hear Shoko leave your room and the front door slam "fuuuuckkk" It hurts to not put on makeup or your 'dingly dangly' earrings but you were really in a rush. You throw on a random zip-up, over your pyjama top, and change into some loose sweatpants. Grabbing all needed essentials and having to forget breakfast.

"shit, shit-" lecture had started 4 minutes ago, and you had just made it to the double doors. Slowly creaking it open, sadly the door just has to be rusty; you got a few heads turned towards you. Your professor has noticed your presence but remains carrying out her lecture. Wow, those earrings were the problem. You scout the area, and once your eyes land on him, you walk over and sit next to your best friend, Choso. He looks at your face, examining your appearance in great detail. You can see his eyebags look heavier than usual, which is obviously due to hours of Mario Kart last night. he must've-

"You look.. different" Choso states quietly, still staring at you weirdly.

"Wow, you see me without makeup, and you think I look weird, thanks a lot, Cho," you say with apparent sarcasm and chuckle lightly at your words.

"No, no, it's not that - oh my god, where are your earrings? Wow, you look weird without th-"

"Choso Kamo," an erupting voice from slightly afar, shook both you and the boy beside you. Your dang professor. You give Choso a 'haha you're about to get in trouble' look, but her next words made you probably wanna shoot the whole school and then yourself, "Choso.. Why do you continue to let that troublemaker sit next to you? Poor you, you get so distracted in my lectures as soon as she arrives". What? What did this teacher have against you? You look to Choso, who smirks at you lightly before formally replying,

"Well, it's not my fault, she comes to me, and I don't like talking during your lectures, but she makes me feel obliged to.."

WHAT? This man will be the death of you; all you can do is stare at Choso, who is so desperately holding in a giggle to the point he has to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Out of my lecture hall." Well, what was the point of even coming in?

—

"Cho, where the hell do you think you're going?"

"huh- you've been waiting outside the hall this entire time?"

"No, I'm not pathetic like you. I just came back to diss you."

"diss? Did you not get thrown out right now out of the lecture in front of various other students?"

"That's just because she favours you Cho; she's on some pedophilic shit. I just know it."

"Well, I'll let her hit for better grades. I'm failing,"

"ew cho- what- I seriously don't get how people find you sweet and shy, your a disgusting fuck, annoying, bitch, mischievous, and evil man."

"Ow?"

"I still can't believe you did that. What if she reports me for bullying or manipulating?"

"I think she was going to, but right after the lecture, I talked with her. Explained how we were friends, and it was a joke. "

"What? Thanks, but... Did you not get in trouble?"

"trouble? Nah, as you said, she loves me. Plus, if I were to get punished by her, all it would be is a lil spankin on the b-"

"Don't finish that sentence off."

All you get is a chuckle from him as he wraps an arm over your shoulder.

"I'll see you tonight, yeah? Kento needs me to help him build some weird shit for his front room. "

"Right now?"

"Yeah, you're dorm or mine?"

"Don't mind."

"mine it is," and just like that, his arm was off you as he started making his way to Kentos dorm.

You were just standing in a not-so-familiar hallway. Fuck, you were just following wherever Choso was going. Wait, this area was more where athletic students, engineering students, and law students were. Engineering? You accidentally found yourself looking around for a certain guy with a certain mouth scar. You moved around, peeping into classrooms and opening doors. One door caught your eye; you were sure that it was the one you once saw Toji enter, meaning that could be his class. Nearing the door, your heartbeat began to race. Just act like you're trying to find a friend if people get suspicious...

"Need something, sweetheart?"

"A FRIEND, I'M LOOKING FOR - I'm looking for my friend..." FUCK. You turn around to see a man you can't help but slightly recognize. He was no Toji, but you have seen him somewhere.

"And this friend of yours is in the Hunters soccer team? Since you know, that's our changing rooms"

You were in deep shit; you look like such a pervert. Mainly with your face turning a bright red from the embarrassment this alluring stranger has on you. You look back into his eyes nervously, but that's when it hit. This was no one other than Shoko's good friend.

Satoru Gojo.

—

"Girl, I hate Satoru. I think he fucked one of my friends," Shoko complained to you as she sat beside you on the couch.

"Again? Didn't he fuck your friends Keiko and Aiko?"

"Oh yeah, well, my point exactly. He is an ass hole, trying to get his dick wet. I need to hide you from him..."

"Damn, how good-looking is this guy?"

"I think he looks like a rat, but you know he has those deep, alluring blue eyes that everyone is so obsessed with. But apart from a pretty face, he can charm girls with his words. I'm completely unfazed by his words from being friends with him for so long. It just looks like a facade to me. "

—

Deep alluring blue eyes.. The man before you did fit Shoko's description.

It's not mistakable that it is Gojo, you've seen him around the college, not realising that this is the Satoru Gojo. His name is quite famous around here, known as the best football player at this college. Their soccer matches always make the headlines. Not that you were into soccer, but nearly every student knew there was the Hunters team, who wore blue eye-catching shirts, and there was an opposing team within the college. The Curses. Both teams are extremely popular and loved by fan girls, soccer wannabes, and, of course, the professors. You aren't sure which team is deemed better since your focus in life is not about your college soccer matches, but this is stuff you hear classmates rant about.

"You're not going to answer me? That's fine, sweetie. " You forgot said man remained in front of you, and that nickname nearly made you stop breathing. This guy has more than charm alright.

"I wasn't sure what class he was in... I'm sorry, I uh" fuck why are you stuttering? So what if this man was handsome, sexy and cute? You know what kind of man he is. He is just another college fuckboy. "I was just searching for my friend, but now I'm kind of lost."

"Lost? Are you new here? "

"No, but I'm not used to being on this side of college. I was following another friend, but he left my side now. I don't know how to get back to the dormitory"

"I see. Just wait up then. I came here to pick a few things from the locker room and was gonna head there too. You can follow me. "

"Oh really? thanks"

"Yeah, no problem, sweetie, just stay there," and with that, he went into the locker room. You waited outside, thinking back on that interaction. You don't want to be like every other girl that comes in contact with this man, not because you just want to be different but because you know what a real monster this blue-eyed freak is.

"Tojiii, you didn't call me back." You quickly looked to your right to see a girl, much shorter than the man she was confronting, cutely complaining to Toji Fushiguro.

"Lady, I said I WOULDN'T call you back."

"But that night was so.." she starts trailing her acrylic nails down his chest and then whispers into his ear. You see, his face turns into disgust as he slightly pushes her off.

"I said fuck off, no?" With that, the girl huffs as she whispers an insult, going away from the man. You watch her leave to the distance, and your eyes go back to Toji. But his eyes were already on you. From all the days he had a chance to notice you, it had to be when you're dressed down, with no makeup, and your hair looking shit. The eye contact was getting a bit too much for you but ended quite quickly when Gojo came back in sight.

"Okay! Follow me, " He says as you trail right behind him. "Must say it's a bit upsetting you don't go to this part of the college often, would be nice to see a pretty face like yours daily."

'This is just another one of his tricks', you remind yourself 'he just wants to get into any girl's pants'

"yeah, thanks"

'Fuck, did I just make it awkward?' you continued to walk behind him but he randomly came to a stop. 'Well we aren't at the dorms, why'd he stop' He then goes beside you, arm over your shoulder and then carries on walking.

"Don't walk behind me, makes you look like you're a fan girl" Oh you can see his game. He made you feel as if you were different from the other girls, and made you feel wanted and liked. You had the urge to tell him that you can see him right through.

"I know your game"

'Fuck I didn't actually want to tell him, that slipped out of my mouth'

"my game?" he asked, assuming you referring to soccer.

"You have fucked like half of the girls in this school"

'why am I blabbing on?' you get a chuckle from the white-haired man as his eyes remain looking forward.

"Is that so? And you know this for a fact?"

"Well yes, thanks to our mutual friend Shoko"

"ah- I see. Shoko my good cockblocking friend" he didn't seem pissed at your accusations, but in fact, was surprised and thankful he didn't have to create a persona for you "But without Shoko, you would've fallen for me. Right sweets?"

"Who knows, and- you can stop with the nicknames you know now"

"Why? I didn't lie about you having a pretty face, was disappointed I hadn't met you earlier due to you being stuck in another area of the college. What course do you major?" ignoring everything else he said because if you replied, you would be a stuttering mess.

"Psychology"

"ah I see, well I know where those lecture halls are so" he then stops to look at you, making you realise you two have found your destination "I will come to see you sometime, yeah?"

"Seriously? you haven't even gotten my name yet"

"Do I really need it right now? I'm fine with just calling you sweetheart" He then grabs a pen from his pocket, grabs your arm, rolls up your sleeve and jots down his digits. You didn't even get a chance to deny his number. "Don't wash this off before adding my number, text me as soon as you get to your room, okay?" Again not giving you a chance for anything, He leaves to go to the dormitory B building. 'Shoko is going to go feral and protective over me as soon as she finds out what just happened' You think as you walk towards your own dormitory building.

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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𝘑𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

🌻 𝘐𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴:

Beautiful Disaster - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴:

Infinity - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴:

Dirty Little Secret - Gojo Satoru

In Another Life - Gojo Satoru x f!Reader x Geto Suguru

🌻 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴:

Wax On, Wax Off - SatoSugu x f!Reader

Psychotherapy - Zenin Naoya

Love the Way You Lie - Gojo Satoru

Under the Moonlit Sky - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴:

Lemon - Fushiguro Toji

The Flight Attendant - Gojo Satoru

🌻 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴:

Twelve Days of Christmas 2022 - JJK Men & Women

2023 Gojo NSFW Week - Gojo Satoru

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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⏣ AOT: Eren (s4), Erwin, Hange, Jean (s4), Kenny, Levi, Mikasa (s4), Piek, Porco, Reiner (s4), Sasha (s4), Zeke.

⏣ BJ Alex: Chanwoo, Dong-Gyun, Jiwon, Myung-Dae.

⏣ Blue Lock: Bachira (aged up), Baro (aged up), Chigiri (aged up), Ego (aged up), Gagamaru (aged up), Kunigami (aged up), Imamura (aged up), Isagi (aged up), Lemon (aged up), Nagi (aged up), Naruhaya (aged up), Niko (aged up), Raichi (aged up), Reo (aged up), Rin (aged up), Ryosuke (aged up).

⏣ Bubble: Hibiki (aged up), Kai (aged up), Makoto (aged up), Shin.

⏣ Bungo Stray Dogs: Akiko, Akutagawa, Ango, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Gin, Kenji (aged up), Kunikida, Ranpo, Tachihara, Tanizaki, Sakunosuke.

⏣ Chainsaw Man: Aki, Angel, Denji (aged up), Kishibe, Power.

⏣ Death Note: Aizawa, Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, Mikami, Misa, Naomi, Raye.

⏣ Gachiakuta: Engine, Semiu, Regto, Rudo (aged up), Zanka.

⏣ Haikyuu!!: Bokuto (post time skip), Kenma (post time skip), Kuroo (post time skip), Nishinoya (post time skip), Sugawara (post time skip), Takeda, Tendou (post time skip), Tsukishima (aged up), Ukai, Yamaguchi (post time skip).

⏣ Hell's Paradise: Chobei, Gabimaru (aged up), Isuzu, Jikka, Ju Fa, Mu Dan, ran, Rien, Sagiri (aged up), Shija, Shion, Shugen, Tao Fa, Toma, Yui (aged up), Yuzuriha, Zhu Jin.

⏣ High & Low: Amagai, Binzo, Chiharu, Cobra, Fujio, Ito, Magoroku, Mercy, Murayama, Noboru, P, Rao, Reiji, Ryu, Sachio, Smokey, Suzaki, Takeshi, Todoroki, Tsukasa, Yamoto, Yasushi, Yuken.

⏣ JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojou, Itadori (aged up), Megumi (aged up), Nanami, Noritoshi (aged up), Sukuna, Toge (aged up), Toji, Yuutah (aged up).

⏣ Link Click: Chen Bin, Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, Qiao Ling, Qian Jing, Xu Shanshan.

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⏣ Spy x Family: Loid, Sylvia, Yor, Yuri.

⏣ Tokyo Ghoul: Akira, Amon, Arima, Ayato, Eto, Furuta, Haise, Hide, Hinami (aged up), Itori, Juzo, Karren, Kaneki, Naki, Rize, Saiko, Shirazu, Takizawa, Tatara, Touka, Tsukiyama, Urie, Uta, Yomo.

⏣ Wotakoi: Hanako, Hirotaka, Kabakura, Naoya, Narumi.

⏣ OCs: Aoi, Ariza, Astred, Daia, Elisa, Estera, Hitch, Ineka (aged up), Katrina, Kazuko, Lizzy, Seena, Siobhan, Umika, Uri, Yukina.

| last updated: 14 june 2023

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zeninsama-moved · 2 years

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Hi Mercury!

Just popping by to say hi because it's been a while.

I was just wonering if you've got any particular movie/music/art inspiration in mind when you're writing for Menthol.

Hope you're doing good!

(And a happy new year to you!)

aaa happy new years, beloved pencil! ngl receiving this ask made me so excited and a lil emo,, it seems so personal ;-; <3

recently, @cyancherub and i have been listening to know your enemy by rage against the machine for the gang activity in the prequel – specifically delphi dogs. we've been listening to lots of 90's music to get in the menthol mood!

for aki and reader's friendship, i've been listening to as long as we're together by the lemon twigs. to me, it represents aki's feelings towards reader while they're growing up + into adulthood. the one-sided pining and heartache he'd feel watching her fall in love with other people, but he doesn't mind enduring it as long as they have each other. it may be a little delusional and unhealthy, but he's happy that way.

other songs i've been loving recently represent some side characters in the prequel – passive by a perfect circle represents naoya and the daddy issues i've assigned him. even though he's just a small part of the story, developing his character has been so much fun for me <3 other naoya songs include miss murder by afi and smile like you mean it by the killers.

another beloved side character is nomo – he's very briefly in chainsaw man, but i took his personality and interactions with aki and RAN with it, so he's basically an oc at this point. real tears have been shed over this man while we plot out menthol. the songs i listen to when characterizing him are hitchin' a ride by green day & flagpole sitta by harvey danger. nothing later than 1997 and there's a reason for that.

CASSIE AND I WATCH LOTS OF MOVIES TOGETHER & HAVE BEEN FOCUSING ON GANG/FIGHTING RELATED MOVIES TO TRY AND GET SOME MENTHOL INSPO... some movies we've watched recently are training day (2001) and southpaw (2015). personally, i've taken inspiration from all about lily chou-chou (2001) and hell dogs (2022). there's also a scene from constantine (2005) that i want to reference soo bad for the sequel... u know the one of him walking into the club...

for tv shows, i pull lots of inspiration for the gangs from daredevil (2015), mainly stuff from season three.

THIS POST IS ALREADY GETTING SO LONG AND I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT but for visual inspo, we've been considering making menthol mood-boards since the aesthetic is soo sexy. think stuff like fallen angels (1995). here are a few other pics that have menthol vibes to me in one way or another.

#IF U WANT TO KNOW MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT ANYTHING I WOULD LOVE TO EXPAND #mercury speaks #about: menthol #I WUV U #kisses ur forehead

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the-not-so-dark-age · 11 months

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what if even lemon grab couldn't handle naoya's misogyny so he decides to sentence naoya to 1000 years later in the dungeons. fast forward years later, naoya is extremely feeble and ancient and he still hates women.

I keep receiving this type of asks about Naoya and Adventure Time so I suppose you're the same anon sending them all

Can you just stop? They're boring me at this point. I enjoy talking about Naoya's role in the story but he's far from being a favourite....far from having me replying to all these (yours?) asks about him in various situations lol

Send something more interesting...or maybe don't send anything at all 🫶

#anonymous #have a nice day anon i really don't have anything personal against you but it's just annoying me #that's all 😄

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strrkie · 1 year

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flavors of jjk characters

amateur set of aroma associations. aromatherapy is my little relaxing hobby, I am not a perfumer

Satoru Gojo woody-musky composition with light floral notes. The fragrance fits snugly to the skin

Suguru Geto oriental woody perfume. his hair and clothes smell of palo santo, he carries a trail of kitchen spices and petricore (Satoru calms down and says even "sobers up" from this fragrance, when you need to put your thoughts in order, Shoko calls him "honey wood")

Shoko Ieiri among the mixed smells of latex gloves, formalin and cigarettes, her fragrance consists of one tuberose and sounds weak, almost imperceptible

Utahime Iori nothing came to mind but the scent of white lily and lemon peel

Yuki Tsukumo I think a refreshing playful composition of neroli and pepper with notes of grapefruit would suit her, while poorly hiding the smell of rubber and metal on her hands

Choso camphor and tea rose

Mei Mei fragrance of cashmere, black currant berries, ginger

Kento Nanami sun-warmed trees, oak and fresh aquatic notes on warm days, in cold weather he will be warmed combination of guryun balm, bergamot and pomegranate peel

Hiromi Higuruma restrained fragrance of clary sage, cardamom, lavender and cedar

Yuuji Itadori orange, sage, vetiver I think Yuu is not picky, it is normal for him to use a 3 in 1 shampoo with an indefinite smell, he has not yet decided what exactly complements it, he uses different probes that Nobara gives him as a present, but most often unconsciously chooses compositions with orange

Megumi Fushiguro green tea and oak moss, smell of cleanliness, which happens to washed laundry with a powder without fragrance, brought from the cold into the warmth of the room

Ryomen Sukuna strong vanilla at the beginning and after it sounds deeper with bitter wild herbs and pine needles, supplemented with tobacco, orchid notes and musk, completely eclipsing the original suffocating sweetness

Uraume cotton, fresh figs and burnt laurel leaves

Tsumiki Fushiguro pink pepper and lily of the valley

Toji Fushiguro woody-resin fragrance with animalistic notes and tobacco (he smokes, his hands and clothes smell of strong cigarettes)

Junpei Yoshino ylang-ylang, cumin, cucumber

Mahito something incongruous, for example, the smell of moisture and sweet rot of autumn leaves, a diluent for oil paints in combination with patchouli or vanilla

Yuuta Okkotsu jasmine tea, soy wax, juniper

Toge Inumaki fennel, rosemary, sea buckthorn leaves

Nobara Kugisaki I don't associate with anything other than perfume Funny by Moschino

Maki Zenin watery violet fragrance

Momo Nishimiya peony, freesia, geranium, amber, frankincense, powder (oh, no, Mai, it's not grandma's perfume, it's called a mystical witch fragrance)

Mai Zenin white pineapple strawberries, tobacco dust and cloves

Kasumi Miwa is something powdery, delicate and barely perceptible iris or verbena

Noritoshi Kamo woody earthy fragrance with a hint of salt and almonds. his hands smell of suede, ink and coffee beans

Kokichi Muta ozone, bigaradia, nutmeg, licorice and musk

Aoi Todo perfumed deodorant with lime, nutmeg, basil and chamomile tea (to calm the rage in the chest in the spa evening)

Kirara Hoshi patchouli, rose and chocolate shampoo

Kinji Hakari iron, spruce, red apple and fire smoke

Mimiko Hasaba vanilla, apricot, wormwood

Nanako Hasaba geranium, rosehip, cinnamon

Nitta Akari rice water, pomegranate, grapefruit, red currant berries

Nitta Arata lavender, cardamom, walnut, lemon

Yorozu red wine, wild honey, rice, ginger cookies

Hajime Kashimo aquatic fragrance, chrysanthemum, bamboo

Naoya Zenin sandalwood, powdered sugar, caramel, salt

Haruta Shigemo fir, tangerine, lime, bitter chocolate, salty-sweet popcorn

Dagon land, mud, sea

Jogo wet burnt wood, mango, gasoline

Hanami fresh grass, garden flowers after rain

Kiyotaka Ijichi cocoa, tobacco, cloves, amber

Ino Takuma guaiac wood, vetiver, bergamot, lemon

Atsuya Kusakabe aquatic or woody fragrance with tea tree

Hana Kurusu powdery mimosa

Ryu Nishikori copaifera balsam, pine resin, clary sage, pineapple and burnt caramel

Takako Uro gunpowder, lemongrass, blackberry, leather notes

⚠️ please do NOT translate/repost my headcanons on any platform without my permission

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peachpanlong · 3 years

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‘Horny Blond Twink Fucks Himself on Strap-on After Being Teased For Hours’

Naoya Zenin x reader, 18+

cw // arranged marriage (mentioned once), submissive! Naoya, pegging, exhibitionism, degrading kink, use of sex toys while driving, use of sex toys in public, untouched orgasm, public sex, overstimulation, edging, oral (m. receiving), brat taming

word count: 2.4k

this is part of the jujutsu hub collab! Thank you @suna-reversed for letting me participate ♥️

(Do not repost my work unless you have permission to do so, reblogs are fine)

Going shopping with naoya would usually be considered a task close to impossible. The constant nagging and snarky comments made you want to strangle him on multiple occasions, yet you somehow held yourself back to avoid unnecessary drama with the higher ups. After 5 unbearable months of living with him due to an arranged marriage you had found various methods of shutting that pretty mouth of his. Your favourite method including the help of your trusty friend, a vibrating cock ring.

He knew that if he opened his mouth to remark on your choice of clothing a shaky moan would follow. There is nothing more he hated than being looked down on, the fear of people glancing in his direction with a disgusted look convincing him to just stay quiet.

“I have been invited to a social event with the Zenins. I will take you shopping for a dress today so you can look half decent.” Ignoring the spiteful remark you responded.

“Okay, on the condition you wear the cock ring.” An audible scoff followed. He turned his heels to walk towards the kitchen. Filling up the portafilter with coffee grinds he let out a soft ‘fine’, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. You held back a laugh by biting down on your cheeks.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this…” you breathed out. “I’m only doing this because I know you’ll be a complete bitch to me if I don’t.” Humming in agreement you inhaled the nutty aroma coming from the coffee machine. While frothing the milk with one hand he used the other to place two mugs down onto the drip tray.

“Get a dress that hugs your figure and flaunts your tits. I want to show you off to the bastards I have to call relatives.” He places down a mug of coffee with a marshmallow next to it, just the way you like it.

You sunk the marshmallow into the coffee while continuing small talk with him.

“You’re an asshole.” He whined, groaning at the feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You let out a small chuckle knowing he’s all bark and no bite. You played around with the settings of the cock ring before settling for a low vibration that would be sure to give him some sort of attention but not enough attention to chase his sweet release.

“I will get you back for this shitty stunt, whore.” He snarled yet his words only fueled you to torture him more. With a hum leaving your lips you pulled his boxers and hakama pants up, hearing a groan come from him in response.

“You’re lucky the pants cover your erection.”

The car ride felt like hours, if not days, to the blonde man. Shaky moans fled through gritted teeth while his nails dug into the steering wheel. Your eyes were glued to his face. The way his nose scrunched when the vibrations increased was for some reason incredibly entertaining to you. When the car came to a halt in the store’s parking lot you groaned. You were having fun messing with him.

“Does this ‘flaunt my tits’, Naoya?” You said in a mocking tone while twirling in an emerald green mermaid dress that had a deep v-neck travelling down to your abdomen. All he gave you was a curt nod and a groan when his eyes focused down to your chest. You changed back into your clothes and gave the dress to naoya.

“Pay for this, I want to look around still.” He rolled his eyes and turned his body towards the cashier. The way his legs trembled from the cock ring was incredibly entertaining for you. Rather than paying attention to the dress hung up on the clothes rack your gaze landed on the way his hips twitched to find some form of friction. Your hands snuck into your pockets where the remote was being held. Without warning him, your fingers turned the dial to the maximum setting only to swiftly spin it back to the lowest setting. If he hadn’t been holding onto the cash register counter he would have fallen from the shock. A very loud moan escaped his lips as he shot an unpleasant glare in your direction.

“Sir, are you okay?” Concern was laced in the cashier’s voice. Naoya responded with a quick ‘yeah’ while giving some pathetic excuse for his accidental noises. After he had paid for the dress he grabbed at your arm. You let out a pained gasp “Ow! what the fuck, Naoya!”

His clutch on your shoulder only became harder after hearing your aggravation. The second his car door closed was the second a desperate moan left his lips.

“You’re such a bitch for doing that to me. Do you not understand your place, woman?” His shaky breathes made it difficult for you to focus on what he was saying. He looked so much better when he was malleable and timid.

He avoided any conversation with you the entire trip home, occasionally letting out a pained groan from the still vibrating cock ring. Your husband was obviously pissed off at you yet you found it difficult to care; especially when his face looked so fucked-out.

The way he angrily stormed into the house was a sight to see. If it hadn’t been for the painful grip on your arm you would’ve laughed. “I hope you’re ready to be punished. Because I’m not holding back.” His words sounded as if they were growled, a weak attempt to intimidate you. Your hands shifted down to your pockets.

“Don’t you dare-!” His words were cut short by not-so-subtle whimpers and moans. Your fingers turned the dial randomly and without a rhythm, driving him mad. Various curses left his mouth like venom.

“I’m starting to think you talk big just to get your brains fucked out. Tell me, my little slut, is that true?” If he wasn’t already busy palming himself through his pants he probably would have replied with a snarky comeback. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, “Get your pathetic hands off your cock. Do you have any manners?” He gritted his teeth and halted his movements.

“Good puppy. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you cum.” The smile on your face was far from sincere and he knew that. It was ridiculing- degrading even. The only thing keeping him grounded was his back pressed roughly against the wall. His nose scrunched as the sound of your footsteps came closer. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek. He was such a waste of a pretty face, a shame really.

Naoya’s footsteps followed behind yours as you both walked towards the bedroom. Pushing him down across the end of the bed, you spread his legs to get between them. With your face centimetres from his cock you began to unzip his pants showing you the outline of his erection against his boxers. Your fingers looped against the elastic, letting it tug backwards. A wince left his lips as you let the band snap back against his skin. Finally indulging in his desires you pulled down the material, letting his cock out. A soft ‘please’ left his mouth when you began stroking him.

A sardonic smirk plastered your face. “Be patient, you whore.” You earned a weak excuse for a glare in response. You soon realised that it wasn’t just the cock ring that was vibrating.

“Naoya, your phone.” Letting out a disappointed sigh, you bagan to take the toy off his cock. He mimicked your expression when he saw the contact name.

“Naoya Zenin speaking, what are you calling me for?” An irritated grimace followed his words. Awkwardly, you stayed between his legs not really knowing what to do. You looked between his thighs to notice his dick was still painfully hard despite needing to take a job call.

“Do you get off to the thought of being caught acting like a slut?” A look of fret and arousal shot through his eyes when he heard your words. Your hand started to stroke the bottom of his shaft while you pressed your tongue against the slit on the head. His jaw was clamped shut as his Adam’s Apple involuntarily trembled.

“Sorry, slight migraine. Could you repeat what you said?” He uttered trying to excuse his moans. “That’s fine, sir. I was explaining how…” The man on the phone once again went into detail on his previous statement yet what he told was the farthest thing on Naoya’s mind. Your tongue traced the vein along the underside of his cock before ever-so-slowly letting it sink into your mouth. When the head hit the back of your throat you gave a harsh suck before rising your head again. You knew he hates a slow pace so that’s exactly what you gave him.

“Thank you for your time, sir. It’s greatly appreciated.” Naoya hummed in response and let out a quick ‘yeah’ before hanging up the call. “You whore! Do you know what you’ve done?” You gave a hum that only sent more vibrations to his dick. His hands tangled themselves into your hair. Eventually you began to notice the way his twitches became more frequent and the way his breath hitched. An anguished groan fell from his lips when you lifted your head from his cock, denying him of his release. “What the fuck? Make me cum.” You let out a sadistic giggle. “Nuh-uh. I wanna play, bunny.” You could almost see the steam coming from his ears and to be quite frank, you found it hilarious. Standing onto your feet you walked yourself over to your wardrobe.

“What do you think of trying this one out?” You presented a rather large dildo. “Will that even fit?” His nervous eyes scanned the 8 inches of silicone. “You always manage to make it fit, slut.” You strutted back towards the middle of his thighs while lathering the dildo in lube.

“Hands and knees.” Without hesitation he flipped himself over onto his stomach and raised his ass in the air.

“You’re such a whore.” Your tone sounded like sweet candy in contrast to your words. After you had strapped the harness to yourself you attached the dildo onto it. Aligning yourself against his ass you slowly sunk the strap-on into him. Placing one hand on his hips and the other hand on the mattress beside his head, you leaned onto his back. Starting a very slow pace you began to suck love bites against his shoulder blades. His lips were trembling against the mattress, occasionally letting out soft whimpers whenever you moved a bit too harshly. Using your strong grip on his hips you dragged your hips back until only the tip of the dildo was in his ass. A pleasured scream flooded from his mouth when your hips slammed against his.

“Dumb bitch can’t keep his mouth shut? Do I have to fucking gag you?” Tear stained cheeks struggled to shake left to right, begging you to let him stay in this position. “Fine.” You quickened your place, digging your nails into his skin in the process. You moved your other hand from the mattress to the back of his neck, securing him to the bed as you continued your fast and hard thrusts. His breath hiked as he felt his release creeping up on him. “Please… Touch my cock.” Your chortle was sadistic yet it somehow made his cock twitch. “Oh, but puppy… I wanna see you come undone without being touched.” A choked sob left his lips. His hips began to move against yours as he tried to fuck himself against the strap-on. You let out a disgusted sigh. “Needy whore.” And with that he felt himself going over the edge. You rode him through his orgasm while leaving his cock untouched.

It was almost cute how pathetic he acted for you. Cum saturating the mattress with his head still pushed against the pillow. It took a few seconds for him to snap back into reality and when he did a growl escaped his lips.

“You can get rid of it now.” His face was turned, eyes glaring back at yours. You slowly pulled your hips back, admiring the crescent indents marking his hips. His asshole tightened around the bigger tip of the dildo and when you noticed you couldn’t help but unexpectedly thrust back in. A startled moan left his mouth and when he realised his loud noise, he bit down harshly against his lower lip.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dildo fully inside him you responded with “having fun.”

Your hands reached to the edge of the bed frame, grabbing onto the vibrating cock ring. You tossed his body over so his back was against the mattress. Your fingers traced against the prominent vein on his overstimulated cock. The cock ring slid back onto his dick, making him once again vulnerable for you. The rhythm of your thrusts was relentless, only giving him time to let out soft whimpers covered by his palm. His face looked dazed with his eyes half lidded in ecstasy and his cheeks decorated with an obvious blush.

At that moment Naoya’s thighs began to quiver. “Gonna cum again? Greedy slut.” His hips bucked up against the strap-on, meeting your forceful thrusts. With a broken moan of your name he came on the mattress.

“You did well, my husband.” Slowly, you pulled out the dildo from his used ass. He winced slightly at the feeling of the tip stretching his rim. Turning onto his back, he moved his eyes to look at your figure. In his eyes you were a goddess who, for some odd reason, decided to put up with his bullshit. His eyes lowered to stare at your ass as you left the room. When you came back he noticed that you had detached the strap-on and had a towel in your hand to clean him up with.

No woman but you could make his heart flutter this much.

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phantasmiafxndom · 3 years

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imagine high and mighty hybrid naoya who from the moment he comes home, always is trying to irritate you at any moment he can. generally just rude and ungrateful that you decided to take him in. then one day, he’s a lot quieter than usual. not acting as brash or snobby. you think it’s so weird how he’s now ignoring your presence, almost avoiding you. you barley see him for the day. you take this as an opportunity to have some actual peace. but as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re awoken to a big dip in the bed next to you. and there’s naoya, covered in sweat, body basically shaking, even his eyes are teary. and he just starts BEGGING. he’s in heat. he needs anything. just something. he feels so hot and it hurts so bad. and what do you do? go right to fuckin sleep. tell him that he should think about not acting like a little bitch when he actually needs his owner in reality.

A thing to note— Naoya is an aye-aye hybrid in this Au. Cursed little things, really. -3-

. . .

• You're sick of Naoya from day one. Whatever pity is making you keep him can't last forever, but he certainly seems to think that he can get away with everything. He's blissfully unaware that you're for sure the only person who'd put up with his constant whining and pompous behavior. Despite all of his good breeding, "unpleasant" barely begins to describe what spending extended amounts of time with him feels like. But you put up with it. Somehow, you feel sorry enough for him to put up with it. Coming home to him quiet and sulking is new, but at least he's not complaining. You ignore the behavior and hope the quiet lasts.

• And then, you're woken up to the biggest wreck you've ever seen of him. Naoya is wild-eyed and desperate, shaking like a leaf all over, and the frantic little keens tearing out of him are only getting louder by the second. Before you can even respond, he's trying to snuggle up to you (and quite possibly trying to hump your leg), whining about how much it hurts. Heats are miserable, so you have to take pity on him. You have to help him, do something, do anything, because he's yours and that means you're responsible for taking care of him. You're not impressed.

• Shoving Naoya out of your bed is just as satisfying as you would have imagined. He hits the ground with a miserable squawk, claws scrabbling against your sheets. When you tell him to figure it out himself, that he should have considered being honest before now, his noises only take on a more desperate pitch. And then, no matter how much he begs, you ignore him. You roll over, warn him that you'll lock your door if he doesn't stop, and completely tune out his pleading from there. Even though you hear his non-stop whimpering all night as he huddles on your floor and struggles to get off to that meager amount of closeness, you have to say you're pleased with this change in attitude.

#Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #Naoya #Zenin Naoya #Headcanon #JJK Hybrid Au #Reader #Lemon

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kivrumi · 2 months

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⭑ᡣ𐭩"₊SEVEN 𐙚⁺˚

chapter 3 - toji fushiguro

FEM!READER × ? JJK

ʚ PAIRINGS : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Kento Nanami, Naoya Zenin ɞ

{ it is not stated here who the reader ends up with, the story is to find out.. }

NON-CURSE AU | COLLEGE AU

꒰ WARNINGS : SLOWBURN - NSFW 18+ - mature & sexual themes - smut / lemon - language - violence - mentions of obsessive behaviour - sub/dom mentions - angst andd fluff :3

SEVEN MASTERLIST

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'How has my life been moving so quickly?' You wonder, as you violently press the buttons on your Nintendo Switch 'And why is this Super Mario 3D world level so difficult...'. You put down the game before you accidentally break it out of anger. It's been more than a week since your interaction with Satoru Gojo, where you got invited to perhaps your first ever college party. You had a sickening feeling about it as it was only tomorrow, and you hadn't exactly prepared for it in any way. Your brain hasn't assembled the information together that you are going to Toji Fushiguro's party on Halloween, and you have the chance to say something to him.

'What would I even say...' You wonder as you then stroll into your kitchen. You see that Shoko has made a lil something, so you immediately grab a bowl to eat. You then sit down, ready to eat your meal, but annoyingly there was a knock on the door. With a long sigh, your legs moved to open the door for the individual.

"Wanna come over to mine now?" Choso asks. Staying over at yours has the benefit of the Nintendo Switch and gaming, but going to his always meant movie night that doesn't end well. Due to Choso being the worst at watching horror movies and your experience with sad ones.

"Yes, please." You then go grab your bowl ready to leave,

"Don't bring your bowl- just eat here first. Don't worry, I have plenty of snacks, so you don't get peckish mid movie."

"Alright alright," you say as you then sit down and consume your bowl as Choso sits by you, fingers silently tapping on the table. "What are we watching?"

"Was hoping to decide as we scroll through Netflix"

You are about to respond with some ideas, but your mouth is full. You take a minute to chew and swallow your food, and you open your mouth to begin spitting out ideas of a genre but of course, another knock on the door is there.

"Is that Shoko? Did she leave her keys?" You questioned as you got up to answer the door but Choso was already there unlocking it. Expecting the chestnut brown-haired girl to appear but instead, a snowy-haired man with deep diamond eyes stood just before you and Choso.

"Can I help you?" Choso asks Gojo as Choso tries so desperately to recognise this guy, and why was he here? Choso was hoping to hear the words 'Where is Shoko?' But instead, he painfully heard him say whilst looking straight at you,

"Hey sweetie, you look cute in your cinnamoroll PJs."

Choso was utterly confused, not because of this random man but rather the burning sensation in his heart. Why was he flirting with you, and why did he hate it?

"You knowing who cinnamoroll is just shows how much of a whore you are," you bitterly replied to Gojo before swinging another spoonful of food.

"Satoru?" A girl from behind Gojo says as the white-haired man turns back to be met with multiple other faces,

"Oh- hey, Shoko.. and Kento and Utahime," Gojo says as he makes way for them to enter by him also leaving the entry to step further into your dorm.

"Satoru, what the hell are you doing here?" Shoko asks as she goes by to sit next to you.

"Wasn't here for you, Shoko, well- actually I was at first but now seeing cinnamoroll girl there I just remembered I have important business to attend to with her."

"Ew, what do you want with her?" Shoko says in utter disgust as she eyes Gojo up and down, with the more unpleasant face.

With the door shut now and a quiet, intrigued trio consisting of Utahime, Kento and Choso now sat on the sofa, where Gojo stood in front of the table where you and Shoko sat.

"The party tomorrow, just reminding you, sweets," There were a few gasps between your friends, ultimately surprised you're attending such an event.

"What makes you think I forgot?" You question,

"Nothing, was just wondering what you were going to wear."

Shit. You totally forgot a party consists of dressing up in a dress or some sort, not that you disliked dresses. In fact you did love dressing up, but it doesn't mean you feel confident to do so, resulting in you always wearing baggy clothing and whenever you want to wear a skirt or revealing your intimate parts and legs you end up pussying out.

"You're coming too?" Shoko asks you whilst grabbing hold of your arm. A wide grin was displayed clearly on her face. She has always pushed you to attend with her but often gets rejected by you. "And seriously? I have asked you a dozen times to come with me, but as soon as Satoru asks you you're all of a sudden down for it?" Shoko says as you laugh nervously.

"Well, Gojo did give me a good offer."

"What offer?" A questioning Choso asks as his eyes remain on Gojo.

"To meet Toji.." As soon as the scarred-lipped man's name was exposed, there were defeated groans, and you overhear Utahime crying out the words no and Shoko excitedly crying out of joy. Kento was more intrigued by his phone and Choso; well, Chosos's expression was hard to read.

"What are you wearing then" Shoko questions

"Not exactly sure."

"Well, I was thinking for myself to be a nurse. Last year, I was a police officer, and I would rather not repeat that."

Right, you didn't need a dress. It was Halloween! You needed a costume...

"I have an inflatable Garfield," you say with pride.

"Are you serious? Not only were you that last year, but you're trying to seduce Toji here," Shoko says as you shrug it off

"What if Toji just has a weird interest in inflatable Monday-hating fat cats?" You joke around,

"If an inflatable Garfield makes him want you in bed, then I'm afraid he just isn't the one." You and Shoko both giggle at the idea to be cut off by a concerned Choso,

"As if he isn't already bad enough."

"Agreed," Kento adds on. His face might be stuck in his phone, but his ears do not miss the surrounding gossip.

Ignoring the Toji dislikers, you and Shoko were coming up with ideas for costumes.

"I'm leaving. Shoko, I only came by to drop off your cigarette packet you left at mine." Gojo says, handing out the packet to Shoko.

"Aawh thanks boo" Shoko says as she snatches her cigarettes back, "you always tell me to stop smoking, but you're bringing it back to me."

"Only because you would then waste your money on more" He replies as he opens the door to leave "And sweets, make sure to wait here for me to pick you up" He unexpectedly says with his eyes aimed straight towards you.

"And not me? Fuck you, Satoru." Gojo is silent from Shokos words as he sighs, knowing no matter what, Shoko will find herself getting a ride by him.

"Fine, Shoko, you can come too..." Gojo was so obviously hurt by this decision as Shoko was almost about to break into a victory dance.

"Thank you Satoruuu!" Shoko makes a heart with both her hands just for it not to be seen with the slam of the door.

"Be a zombie," Utahime says, who is now also giving you ideas.

"Nice idea, but I don't want to ruin any of my clothing, and it might not be sexy enough."

"Sexy zombie police officer?" Shoko says, "I still have my police officer costume from last year, girl."

"Well, the zombie police officer idea is extremely good, so I will do it, but I can see myself regretting such an idea."

"Okay I'm going to dig deep in my closet to find it hold up" Shoko then leaves to go to her room and then you look towards the sofa to see an uninterested Choso and Kento who are just mindlessly scrolling on their mobile devices. Utahime just sat there, staring at your wall.

"Uta, are you coming?" You ask, as her eyes shift towards you

"Nah, I'm always forced to go when you reject Shoko" She put her hands together as if she were praying and closed her eyes, "I can finally be at peace."

"Kento? Choso?" Kento laughs at the fact you suggested for him to attend, which was all you needed to hear to be certain of his response. Which was a no.

You look over at Choso, who is just like you, never wants to attend parties and major social gatherings. So why was he so deeply in thought and looked as if he was trying to find an answer?

"I'll... Come too.." Choso says so quietly that if he was an octave lower, you don't think you would be able to hear his words at all.

"WHAT?" Utahime says, turning her head towards him, Kento also following the same action.

"Really?" You ask, what makes him want to come?

"Well, it's about time I attended.. something. And since you're coming, I guess I just feel more confident to come too." A smile on you grew large at the boys' words,

"HERE," Shoko exclaims, throwing the police costume on you. You held the material in your hands, eyes looking over the design.

"This is.. really cute" It wasn't very revealing; it was a tight fit. You see a pair of shorts that would possibly end just beneath the end of the curve of your butt. A belt was included, a gun holster and everything. There was a police hat and handcuffs, what the fuck. Even a fake gun. The collar of the shirt was quite low, you suspect that the top of your tits would be exposed which makes you cringe. Slutty outfits were just your thing, only for your imagination. It scares you to actually expose yourself like that. You put the outfit to the side, needing to deal with it tomorrow. Plus, you have a bowl of food to finish.

"Awh, my food has gotten all cold now."

—

The harsh brush dabbed your face, and a petite hand strongly had hold of your cheeks.

"You keep moving!" Shoko complained as she made her grip tighter,

"Not my fault, you keep stabbing me with the brush," you respond in a muffled voice only to earn an eye roll from her. You and Shoko were sat on her bedroom floor, heads facing each other as one violently helped the other dress for a said party tonight.

"Ok, done!" she cheered as you looked towards the mirror. She had done zombie face paint on you. it wasn't vibrant colors as it was more suited to your features and skin color; it was clear that you were a zombie mainly by the patchwork across your face. She enhanced your features and made sure you didn't look like some terrifying ugly zombie but somehow rather a good-looking one? You began having doubts about this fit; hell, you were having doubts about attending. You were already situated in your police fit; you felt shame from how visible your bust was and your exposed legs. Shoko, who is already dressed up, then put on the tiny police hat on you and squealed how cute you looked and how Toji would go crazy for you, which only made you feel more nervous.

"Shoko, I don't know if I want to do this anymore-"

"Hey," Choso interrupted, you and Shoko glanced at his attire. A vampire.

"When did you come in Choso?" Shoko asked, you both are looking at how his hair was opened. You weren't used to seeing Chosos hair like that. "Did you break into our dorm?"

"I have a key.."

"Where the hell did you get a key?"

"You"

"Oh,"

You watched Shoko and Choso bicker at each other as you giggled silently.

"Shoko, when is Gojo arriving?" You butt in,

"Not sure, assumed you would know."

You hum in response, but the conversation still seems to continue

"Who even is this Gojo guy?" Choso asks as he sits by you now, his eyes making a point to not look at the way you are dressed.

"He was my friend since 16. Come on, man. I've told you about him before, " Shoko replied,

"So what's he got to do with you?" Choso asks with eyes on you now, strictly just your face.

"W-well we ended up meeting the time you ditched me to help out Kento. I was lost, and he helped me to my dorm. Ever since then, he approaches me randomly, and I guess you could say we are friends now?" All Choso was thinking of was if he had just not gone over to Kentos, you wouldn't even be friends with this Gojo guy, wait. Why is that such a problem? You can have your own friends, can't you? Choso really wonders why he cares so much. He's never been bothered that Shoko hangs out with that delinquent; what's any different than you hanging out with him? Bad influence? Steal you away? Well, maybe Choso is afraid Gojo will be your new guy best friend. it's quite pathetic to even consider that in his head since you and Gojo aren't close at all, why would you ever choose Gojo over Choso? He just nods in silence at your words as he then pokes his finger onto his false sharp teeth. Shoko then groans to say

"I swear Satoru is always late to everything."

"No, I'm not," a voice by the door says as it gradually widens.

"What the hell, Satoru!? How did you get in?" Shoko yells as she gets up to point a mean finger at the man.

"Someone left the door wide open." With that, you and Shoko look towards the culprit, Choso. "Sweetheart... You look..." You turn towards the speaking man and this time take in what he is wearing. A doctor's outfit.

"Quit staring at the top of my boobs man" You pull your shirt up in hopes to cover something up but it doesn't quite work.

"But I'm not" He says even though he is unshamefully staring at them.

"Can we just leave?" Choso initiates

"What makes Vampire Man think he can get there in my car?" Gojo responds but quickly realises his mistake when you and Shoko's eyebrows furrowed at Gojo. "All right, fine, let's go."

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"It's so lively in here!" Shoko exclaims as she makes eye contact with the bar and rushes over there.

"Shoko wait- don't leave me yet!" You look around you to see no Gojo or Choso. Are you already alone? With a shy hand, you covered your chest area as your other hand kept pulling down the end of your outfit. It kept hiking up somehow as if you weren't already embarrassed by how revealing it was.

"There you are, come" a voice, quite clearly Gojos, emitted from somewhere in the crowd. But you can't seem to find him. A hand gripped your wrist, forcing a yelp from you, as he pulled you through the countless people. Finally, you reach the corner of the room where there was a long, dark gray couch. The area was full of smoke, and you see Gojo initiating you to sit. Once you do, you see a Black-haired man who seems to be quite close to Gojo right beside you to your right. Not the black-haired man you came here to meet. Your name left Gojos lips as he introduced you to what he calls his best friend, Suguru Geto.

"Pleasure to meet you, princess," Geto says as he takes a strand of your hair to twirl it around. This man is clearly extremely high, his eyes are red, and his costume is a military man. Gojo started complaining about how Geto was already high but Getos eyes were fixated on you. Well, fixated on your breasts. Both men- no, all men are the same. You embarrassingly blush as a result, covering your chest with both of your hands, inching further away from Geto. His attention then went back onto whatever Gojo was babbling on about, but you doubt Geto is catching onto a single word of his. You look around the large room and fixate on how the house looks. It was large and quite beautiful if you removed the drunken college students and mess. You innocently look around but his sharp eyes catch you, once again. Toji Fushiguro. He was staring at you from afar, eyeing your attire. Your hand went to cover your chest more, but you realised you were only dressed like this for him. You nervously hold eye contact as you bring your hands down to your thighs. You gulp at his mean stare; he could definitely tell what you were doing, and he could definitely sense your fear.

"Princess, what brings you here anyways" You look back at Geto, who is staring down at your thigh and now gliding his finger across it. You move a hand to halt his movements, which makes him slowly raise his head to look at you. You realise how good-looking this man is, deep purple eyes, his cat-like eye shape. He was enchanting but way too close for your liking. You see that Gojo has gone off, talking with this girl who is blushing like crazy with a hand on his chest. You don't feel any jealousy like you usually do when Toji would be around other girls. "What are you thinking about Zombie Girl?" Geto then travels his hand up your thigh, not daring to go any further than the end of your fabric.

"Nothing to your concern..." he let's out a heavy sigh in response as he fully backs away from you to roll up some weed.

"Ever smoked this shit?" You shake your head no, which ends up in him giggling. "Ever smoked anything?" You shook your head no again, and a smile crawled up in his face. "So you're a goody two shoes? You don't seem to be the life of the party, but you sure do look the part." He motions his hand that holds the spliff towards you, but to not much surprise, you push it back towards him, declining his offer. "Alright, I'm not one to force you into anything." He starts lighting the bud for himself as another girl goes close to him, motioning how she wanted the spliff to share, but he just told her to fuck off and slightly pushed her away as she was getting too close to him.

You look towards where Toji was before, but you can't see him. There has been so much regret of you coming to this party bubbling inside of you. You get up to head to the restroom to fix up your look. Once you get there, you then see how the top of your baby pink bra is showing. Despite that you think it makes the fit better, you try your best to pull your collar to hide it.

'Fuck, seriously, what am I doing here?'

It's all been happening so fast; if you told yourself a week ago what your life would be like soon, you would laugh at your face. Your whole life has been repetitive boring days, but now? Your life for once is getting interesting.

You open the restroom door, and a drunken man immediately falls into the restroom. He was clearly leaning on the restroom door beforehand. He laughs stupidly so you walk off, ignoring him. You look at your surroundings, unaware of where you are.

'which door was it... did I take the stairs to get here or not...' you open random doors, randomly seeing people heavily making out or straight-up breakdowns.

"Tryna find me?" Looking in front of you, to see a man. The man you're here for. Grinning sinister as he looks down at you as if he was going to eat you right there and then. His teeth were apparent as his smile left your pussy fluttering. But you take note of his attire this time, you look down to see him wearing a plain grey shirt and black pants, no Halloween costume?

"Yeah, you're just the man I've been looking for" Your mouth runs faster than your thoughts, Toji's face seems to be closer to you now, and he doesn't seem to stop growing closer.

"You got a name?" You blurted your name to him with no hesitation. You may be sober but looking into his eyes made you feel intoxicated. "You look like you're going to faint Miss, you good?" his hand wraps around your body as your legs feel unsteady. It really hits you now, you've been speaking to him so brazenly. Why? How? Tojis arm was wrapped around you right now and you're speechless! Your face was white and your fingers fidgeted. "Y'know, it's not good for a little cop like you to get so distracted" he finally lets go of you, but remains close to your face. Oh god, you're stuttering now. You're stuttering right in front of Toji!

"F-for someone holding a Halloween party, you're surely underdressed"

"underdressed? I'm here as yours, ma'am" His hands brushed over your hair, his eyes piercing yours. Your back is already on the wall as his face inches closer to your ear to whisper something to you.

"Want me to put you in place, miss?"

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zee-writes-and-draws · 5 years

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May i request okubo/agito heascanons?

Sure thing anon! They’re one of my favorite battle couples.

Nsfw under the cut

Sfw

- Okubo’s a little relieved when Agito retires from being the Fang. Neither of them are super young anymore, but they’ve still got a good chunk of life ahead of them.

- Both love warm baths. Their apartment has a specially modified bath so they can both fit at the same time.

- Initially not a super affectionate couple. Agito has more trauma from the ritual than first shows. He still has a very strong aversion to physical contact if it’s not combat. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to hold hands with Okubo.

- With that being said, once Agito gets used to it, he has to put up with Okubo constantly kissing him or grabbing his hand.

- Agito knows that Okubo can easily handle most fights that he’s challenged to. They still wear Okubo out, so Agito’s learned to expect his boyfriend to barely move aside from basic training the day after a hard match.

- They go out to restaurants when they can. Okubo loves that the patrons aren’t normally fans of MMA and don’t bother him, and Agito likes the quiet atmosphere and the food.

- The public finds out about their relationship when Okubo’s being interviewed and a reporter asks him how he feels about the large amount of fans who have crushes on him and he answers that he’s flattered but taken.

- Agito is quiet enough to almost disappear at times, and he doesn’t always realize it. More than once Agito’s forgotten he’s in stealth mode, tried to walk up behind Okubo to ask him about something, and Okubo’s combat instincts kick in to throw a punch backwards. Agito’s reflexes are slower when he’s relaxed, so he’s only able to dodge half the time.

Nsfw

- Agito has a praise kink. Okubo shamelessly uses it to fluster him to no end.

- Agito still has a hard time with voicing if he is or isn’t okay with something, so Okubo has to check in every few minutes.

- Sparring practice turns into sex half the time.

- Who tops switches day-to-day.

- It’s not something they do super often, but both of them like phone sex when the real thing isn’t an option.

#kanoh agito #okubo naoya #okubo x agito #agito x okubo #the fang of metsudo #kengan ashura #kengan asura #K. A.#writing #headcannons #lemon

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pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow · 5 years

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May i request okubo/agito heascanons?

Sure thing anon! They’re one of my favorite battle couples.

Nsfw under the cut

Sfw

- Okubo’s a little relieved when Agito retires from being the Fang. Neither of them are super young anymore, but they’ve still got a good chunk of life ahead of them.

- Both love warm baths. Their apartment has a specially modified bath so they can both fit at the same time.

- With that being said, once Agito gets used to it, he has to put up with Okubo constantly kissing him or grabbing his hand.

- They go out to restaurants when they can. Okubo loves that the patrons aren’t normally fans of MMA and don’t bother him, and Agito likes the quiet atmosphere and the food.

Nsfw

- Agito has a praise kink. Okubo shamelessly uses it to fluster him to no end.

- Agito still has a hard time with voicing if he is or isn’t okay with something, so Okubo has to check in every few minutes.

- Sparring practice turns into sex half the time.

- Who tops switches day-to-day.

- It’s not something they do super often, but both of them like phone sex when the real thing isn’t an option.

#kengan ashura #kengan asura #okubo naoya #kanoh agito #okubo x agito #headcanons #asks #requests #lemon #s f w out citrus scale in

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littleholmes · 2 years

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Naoya went from asshole, to creepy ghibli-witch-faced worm curse, to cursed womb, to yarn lemon with pull-n-peel twizzler arms and legs in like sixty chapters…thanks gege, I hate him even more than I already did

#jjk #jjk 192 #jujutsu kaisen #maki zenin #na*ya zenin #jjk thoughts #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen manga #zenin maki #zenin naoya

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prosaic-bun · 2 years

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When does a fox bloom?

Pairing: Ayato x Kitsune Mc x Thoma

Novella

Genre: Fluff - Angst - Introspective - lore oriented

Author Note: At this point I had to finish this chapter or the chapter would have finished me. So. Much. Dialogues. It really made me doubt if I, myself, know what dialogues are. Also I had a fever a week ago and somehow I made some spicy lemon grade smut (Ayato x Male reader x Thoma) and I was wondering if it would be apropos to make it a stand alone more or less connecting to this fic. I wrote it using Y/N instead of using my OC Naoya and I'm unsure what yall would prefer between the two. You can tell me via direct messages, asks or the reaction bubble on this post - doing so will grant the VIP access and I might be more inclined to take recommandations (I'm half serious at this point, but don't be scare to reach out, constructive criticism are always welcome).

Trigger Warning: Angst.

Character Profile - Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 (currently reading) - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 5

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Thoma and Naoya were on their way back after investigating an adventurer campsite at the very North West of Yashiori island - where the tip of Orobashi’s tail pointed out of the water. They found some trinkets and artifacts under the tent, but more importantly some ragged notes with plans depicting a lower level to the above-water ruins of Fort Mumei. This time, Naoya had clearly felt an ancient energy emanating from within the stone structures. Maybe there was more to the location than meets the eye.

«So yeah, looking at Fort Mumei still felt eerie, but I’m pretty sure there is something more than just that feeling. Combined with the fact that I fainted the first time we went there, it’s safe to assume we will need to go back and investigate the site more thoroughly.» Naoya commented.

«There is really something about that place.» Thoma agreed.

«After all, it’s not called Fort Mumei for nothing; if we take into account that its name translates to Fort of ignorance it almost taunts us. Anyway having you by my side this time around was really pleasant. All week I’ve been investigating that Jakotsu Mine so I’m glad we were able to visit a place where the sky is visible letting the sun rays reach our skin.» Naoya stated.

«Yes, it also felt good to spend time outside after being shut in for so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come with you when you explored Jakotsu mine. By the way, do we know why Fort Mumei was built initially?

«Don’t apologize for the time you needed to recover from your illness, Thoma-chi. To answer your question, I read in the Narukami Shrines archives that long ago it was possible to cross all of Inazuma on foot. Something about the level of the water and a long distance highway that made for impressive infrastructures. The author of the documents posited that the ruins of Araumi and Fort Mumei are examples of such a nationwide network.»

«So it would have been possible to go on vacation to Watatsumi island by foot?» Thoma asked, seemingly excited at the possibilities it would entail.

«Hum, I don’t think it was possible since the roads must have predated the creation of the island of Watatsumi.» Naoya answered.

«So no vacation without taking a damn boat, uh.» Thoma summarized with a smidge of dejection as he looked at the maple leaves over him signaling that they would soon reach their base.

«No, but we can still go on vacation In Watatsumi with a bigger, safer boat! Didn’t you mention a crew that made it past the Thunderstorm barrier of the Sakoku Decree? We should ask them to take us. Well only if you want.»

«Captain Beidou and the fleet of the Crux are amazing! Maybe they are a good starting point. However we shouldn’t restrict ourselves to only Inazuma! They could bring us to Dornman port in Mondstadt and then I could show you around.» Thoma got more and more enthusiastic at the thought of visiting his home nation accompanied by the kitsune.

«I would like that…» Naoya mustered tentatively, embarrassed of how gushy he felt at the idea of some tacit long term plan he would share with the housekeeper.

However, the emotion was short-lived as their home base came into view. It wasn’t the building that made a glower appear on the kitsune’s face, it was the result of noticing a certain slender form right beside the old abandoned house.

Naoya swiftly changed his course and half shouted to Thoma: «I’m just going to freshen up by the river and I’ll meet you back at the house. It will take me 5 minutes, top.»

Thoma didn’t have an opportunity to answer anything before Naoya was out of earreach, long strides hastily bringing him in the opposite direction of the housekeeper’s position. Turning his back on the Kitsune, Thoma then noticed that Ayato was waiting for him. The housekeeper picked up some speed and followed the trail until he could greet him.

After exchanging formalities and enquiring about their respective last few days, Ayato stated he did come back, but only to end the expedition and bring everyone back to Narukami island. Although he understood where Ayato was coming from, Thoma felt the decision wasn’t made impartially.

«Ayato-san, I’m just telling you that it’s a bit unfair and that he probably won’t like you to come back here just to tell us the expedition is over. There is no reason for you to act that way without discussing the issue first.»

«Thoma, why are you taking his side? We already completed the ⅔ of this expedition and since you didn’t make any progress, we are cancelling the rest of the expedition. That’s all there is to it.»

«How about you cut some slack to Thoma and instead tell me why you made such an arbitrary decision?» Naoya’s voice was heard as soon as he opened the door, making a gust of wind rush inside. The kitsune knew storming in wasn’t his best course of action, but the tension that lingered after Ayato left for Narukami made it easy to overreact.

«Listening behind closed doors to get the right timing before making an entrance? No ‘Hello’ or ‘How have you been?’ you prefer jumping right into it. Always so dramatic Naoya.» Ayato sneered down at the kitsune.

«Sure that’s your point of view. Thoma you can tell him why we won’t be leaving if I'm too dramatic for Ayato’s taste.» Naoya smuggly taunted back, crossing his arms on his chest with an air of defiance.

Before Thoma was able to utter a single word, Ayato raised his voice with an unexpected vehemence. «Don’t bring him into that.»

«Why? Because you think he wouldn’t agree with you?» Naoya provoked some more.

«Stop trying to get in between him and me, you are just a hindrance to our work relationship.»

«Oh a ‘work relationship’, that is so ludicrous. You couldn’t even say friendship?» Naoya snapped back, rolling his eyes.

«Just say it. You tried to get close with Thoma only to get at me.»

«I think Thoma is a great companion and I would like to know him better. On the other hand, I'm not sure how I feel about you wanting to control his life and thinking people would only want to forge a bond with him to get at you, mister Head of the Kamisato clan. That is some bullshit right here.»

«You both know I'm just beside you, right?» Thoma tried to intervene, growing more and more exasperated with their shenanigans, especially since they didn’t mind using him to get at each other.

«Control his life? I'm just worried for him, you never spoke to him at any of the events you attended since you were back and I know you can be so insincere and deceiving when you want it. What if you suddenly decide that you don't want to talk with him for 3 years and act like strangers after that?»

«How dare you! Of course mister Kamisato, the oh so important Yashiro Commissioner, expects people to stay just as they are and keep their role in his pretty little life, because it is so much more important than anything else. What if you don't have your dose of charming personnel from Mondstat every day? Will you throw a hissy fit?»

«You have some nerves to patronize me like that. In opposition to your distasteful self-indulgent behaviours, I know Thoma would never leave without any last words. I can put my trust in him.»

«Stop putting so much pressure on him. That’s unbelievable. He is not there for your convenience. However, your figure of speech reveals a lot about your inner desires. Naughty Ayato thinks about "putting in" and "thrusting" when it comes to his personal staff. Why don't you say you just want to fuck him already.»

«You bastard.» Ayato grunted at half-voice, the sound escaping his throat resembling more the threatening sound of a torrent than his usual composed tone.

«Maybe I am a bastard; I was raised by the shrine maidens and never knew my parents. How does it make you feel that such a low born person is in your presence.»

«You are so deranged, all that meditation messed up your brain. You always find a way to cross the line when it comes to me.»

«ENOUGH. That's all you've done during this trip. Making things about me when in reality you are still two teenagers that aren't fucking able to communicate with each other or deal with their own emotions.»

Ayato turned around and looked in disbelief at Thoma. Even though the housekeeper doesn’t raise his voice often, he can project an incredible assertive aura.

«What is it, Ayato? You can't stand when something doesn't go like you planned? Close your gaping mouth and get over yourself.» Naoya nagged from behind Thoma, even pulling his tongue at Ayato adding another layer of pettiness.

«Oh and don't even start Naoya. Did you think you could have the milk, the butter in addition to fucking the milkman? You think you can act as you did just now and it will bear no consequences whatsoever? And back then, you left for Liyue and expected that everybody in Inazuma would hold their breath until you got back. Guess what? Ayato is the Head of the Yashiro Commission and he has a successful life because he is good at it and made many sacrifices along the way.» Thoma paused, catching his breath and glared down at the other two men as if he was their parent scolding them.

«The lack of respect you two just exhibited is not warranted. The way you objectified me isn’t something you do to someone you care about. I can't deal with your bad vibes anymore. Don’t wait for me, and focus on listening to each other.» Thoma exclaimed before storming off.

As the door slammed shut, Naoya just stood there, head lowered looking at the ground. The kitsune felt really small, he didn’t exactly know how to name the emotions he was feeling but shame had to be part of them. Did it really take Thoma for him to catch up on how he was acting, wasn’t he able to catch himself before going too far?

«Oh so now you're silent. I wish it happened sooner so it wouldn’t have come to this.» Ayato stated bitterly.

«Shut up. Stop blaming everything on me. We were both arguing if I remember correctly.» Naoya retorted in a more even tone than before.

«Tsk.» A simple click of tongue on Ayato’s part was enough to reignite the embers of the kitsune’s emotions.

Naoya abruptly turned around, closing the distance between them and grabbed Ayato’s collar. The kitsune raised his lowered head to meet with Ayato’s eyes. In the closeness of their position, Ayato was shocked to see some tears rolling down the kitsune’s cheek. Usually the latter would have hidden them at all cost; in spite of his pride he unveiled them, showcasing the vulnerability of the moment. «What do you want from me?» The glint in Naoya’s eyes let out more hurt than anger at this point.

Ayato moved back instinctively in an attempt to free himself from the kitsune’s hold. «Don’t touch me.»

«Just answer me. What do you want now? Do you want to have the last word or what? Be my guest, just say something.» At each sentence spilling out of Naoya’s mouth he shaked his former best friend back and forth like a child would shale a rag doll.

«Unhand me and control yourself.» Ayato spitted out before struggling against the Kitsune’s hold. As his previous attempts to free himself didn’t succeed, Ayato firmly pushed against Naoya’s chest which resulted in Naoya losing his balance and toggling backwards, while still bringing Ayato into his fall.

They heavily crashed on the wooden floor, Ayato hastily raised himself partly on his arm, Naoya trapped under him. They were close, Ayato could see many thoughts stir inside of the kitsune’s eyes.

«Let me go.» Naoya said without conviction.

«You asked me what I want from you. Just tell me how you feel and what you think, like before.» Ayato said as he maintained eye contact with the other. The fact he was resting against the kitsune also meant their bodies were the closest they had been in years, but nothing felt familiar at first. Ayato didn’t want to be this close, however it was an unexpected opportune way to pin his former best friend in place. It was uncomfortable, Naoya’s breathing was annoying, he didn’t know where to put his long limbs or where to land his stare other than looking at Naoya under him. Their position galled Ayato’s skin, but what irritated him the most was that he liked being able to touch the other after so much time. A proof the kitsune was tangible and not a figment of his imagination. The commissioner had replayed many of their last moments in his head in search of some details that would explain why his friend left like he did. They never said goodbye and neither did they exchange greetings when Naoya made it back to Narukami. So in a way, it was as if Naoya never stopped to be a quiet and acrimonious contemplation. And so it felt weird this was the first time their bodies were so close after all these years.

«I don’t want to. What’s the point if we haven’t reconnected thus far? It’s not like before.» Naoya answered while trying to look indiferent.

«You idiot, that’s the sunk cost fallacy. It’s still worth it. Just talk to me.» Ayato fired back.

Ayato had managed to earn a snicker out of Naoya. «Why though, didn’t I make you mad enough?»

«I might be mad, but I still care about you.»

Naoya looked up at Ayato and wondered if it was too late to make amends. «Are you sure? I think you prefer the version of me you have in your head. You were never satisfied with the real me.» Naoya attempted to jerk himself out of Ayato’s grasp but Ayato tightened his hold.

«Why are you so sure I can’t care about who you truly are.»

Naoya turned his head to look at the ceiling, remaining silent. The kitsune frowned and his ears flattened on his head. Ayato couldn’t tell what he was thinking but it seems his former best friend was reluctant to talk about their issues.

«How about I let you go before we have this conversation? But you can’t run away.» Ayato pleaded. Naoya nodded back, still looking somewhere slightly over the other. Ayato pushed himself to the side and freed the kitsune. Naoya raised himself on his elbows and retreated to the closest wall to put his back against the cold rugged surface.

«Nao-rin, tell me something, at least one. Stop trying to keep everything bottled up.»

Naoya twitched at the nickname and exhaled excessively. Ayato decided to remain seated a few meters away from the kitsune, regaining some patience after the heated argument. Naoya finally gave in and decided to try communicating his feelings. He had to be careful though, if he was going to do it, he needed to leave the pettiness behind.

«Let’s do this. I’m aware I have my own insecurities that I project onto you, but do I really have to be perfect all the time? I acknowledge them and work on them. Maybe now isn't the best moment to be worried about my self worth» Naoya began, unsure if he was petty or openning up.

«No. You don’t have to be perfect all the time, everyone has things they struggle with.»

«You know if we were better at communicating we wouldn’t have hurt Thoma in the crossfire.»

«I understand you want me to take part of the blame for not being able to communicate clearly. Correct?» Ayato questioned.

«No. Well, maybe. I just wanted to say it out loud.»

«I can’t object to this statement. However, let's deal with our problems and then we'll talk with Thoma.»

«I guess it’s now or never. If we don’t try to air our dirty laundry, I might not be able to sleep tonight anyway.» Naoya conceded.

Ayato smiled because of the mental gymnastics his former best friend was doing in order to be able to open up about his feelings. «I can start if it makes it easier. When it comes to you, I felt betrayed and I am resentful ever since you burned bridges with me. I don’t think I deserved this silent treatment. I was never able to figure out why you would leave like this without telling me. Did you do this to get back at me for hurting you in some way, or was our friendship meaningless to you.»

Naoya winced at the words, but instead of getting defensive, he accepted them and reflected on the feeling his former best friend tried to share with him. «During that time period I felt inadequate and lost. Inazuma wasn’t helping me understand what path I wanted to take.»

«But how does that relate to me? Why did I deserve for you to leave without saying anything.»

«I was trying to do what would be best for everyone.»

«Naoya I needed you. I lost you and then I lost my parents and everything was changing so fast. I didn’t know who my friends or enemies were.» Ayato explained, sorrow making his voice tremble a little. «People tried to destroy the Kamisato clan, my sister and I included and I had to hear from Toda (the shrine maiden acting as liaison between the Yashiro Commission and the Grand Narukami Shrine) that you had departed for Liyue.»

«I’m sorry for your loss. I guess I never took the opportunity to tell you, but I truly am. You shouldn’t have to live through that. Your parents were good people.» Naoya paused, wondering how to clearly explain how things were back then. «Aside from dealing with my inner struggle, I needed to understand our relationship better, I - I wanted to know if I was the person you described or if you just put a label on me so I could fit in your life.» Naoya searched for his words. «The timing wasn’t the best. At first I felt that I wasn’t enough to support you. I saw your righteous path before you and I got scared. Even with meditation I wasn’t able to be honest with myself, it seems like I was never thinking clearly. Were you asking too much of me? Were you taking advantage of me? I never had aspirations to gain influence, quite the opposite I wanted to work outside the system.» Naoya paused to breathe in. «Ayato, back then I didn’t have the answer, but now I can see I felt inadequate and at the same time you didn’t realize the expectations you had put on me. At some point I didn’t know if you were trying to change me and I know now it seemed so absurd. In a way I felt like some toy you had, not even my own person. And it hurt because I wanted to be seen and understood not just listened to.»

«But I didn't ask for you to be perfect, you didn’t have to be the answer to everything. I just wanted us to be there and stand together.»

Naoya sadly smiled. «I understand, but back then would you have wanted us to stand together even if it was in the dark? Were you ready to halt your projects for me? You never asked me to be perfect, but you never asked me to not be. With your actions, my inability to recognize I was putting tremendous pressure on myself, the shrine maidens that were giving me anxiety and the Bakufu and their flawed vision of inazuman people, I didn’t know who I was and if I was good enough. I felt like a liability and I was angry at you for it.»

Ayato took the words in. At first he was going to flatly negate everything, but thinking back about their past relationship he realized he could see what the kitsune meant. Ayato was sure of him and let the kitsune follow him behind. However, always following someone and trusting them could be difficult.

Naoya’s flow of words started once more and interrupted Ayato’s chain of thoughts. «Right now I feel guilty, and I feel so bad for not being able to be there at the time, but I also remember how hard it was for me to just do everyday tasks and having to trust the process. Maybe I should have stayed, maybe I made the right choice leaving, I honestly can’t tell.» The Kitsune let the words float in the air before concluding. «If i would do it again, I would take the time to tell you before leaving and actually send you the letters i wrote to you while abroad.» «Wait, you wrote me letters?» Ayato asked, skeptical. «What were they about?» Naoya smiled. «I did, the stack of letters was pretty impressive at some point. I wrote about me, how I felt, how I was striving for balance, how my master was such a good person, but oh so stern. She helped me in many ways and after a short while I was in a much better state. I wrote letters explaining myself and giving you cues on how to understand me. I also wrote about how I missed you.» The kitsune finished not bothering to hide those particular details. «I’m glad you were able to find someone who could bring you that kind of support. I wished you would have sent those letters… Earlier you said that you had to reevaluate our relationship. What was that about, why was your mind clouded when it came to me?» «Ayato, why are you such a good listener that you didn’t miss any details.» Naoya sighed. «Did you know you were the first kid my age I met? Of course we ended up making many friends when we met in the abandoned temple right in front of Mount Yougou. Before that, I was only with shrine maidens and Yae. They didn’t feel exactly like a family, but they were there for me. I didn’t get really close with Yae until I was older. They didn’t completely see me for who i was yet, they cared for me.»

Naoya was now lost in thoughts, but felt somewhat lighter after explaining everything so he kept going. «Regardless of what happened at the shrine, down the mountain a little adventurous and troublesome boy made me realize I missed the warmth of someone who looked forward to spending time with me. You were my best friend, my rival and an equal, someone who was able to follow me with my thoughts. You challenged me, showed me you cared for me, you talked, listened, felt, and even made plans about the future. It was scary, but it was also intoxicating to be with you. And then I had the thought it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. I convinced myself you had an ulterior motive.» Naoya looked directly at Ayato and continued. «You represented so many things for me, but at some point it got confusing and I wanted to understand myself better first. And you know I meditate when I feel stuck.» The eldest Kamisato sibling let the kitsune articulate his thoughts, respectful yet eager. «Ayato, I-, I wanted to understand our relationship because my feelings got in the way of me thinking clearly. I hated that I didn’t know myself while you would be so whole and intact. Untouched and above the water while I was drowning in darkness. I don’t know, I’m sorry.» «Why are you apologizing?» Ayato asked. «I read once in old writings that laws regarding spiritual awakening stipulate one shouldn’t love someone in particular and regard humanity as all deserving of the same love, but in a way that love would also mean no earthly attachment-» Naoya stated in a monotone voice. «Naoya, you are stalling. I want to know what YOU think of me.» «Back then or now?» «Now.» «Those feelings don't scare me like they used to, but i think they are part of the reason I’m not able to properly interact with you. It got so complicated so fast and those feelings mostly hurt because I felt like I didn’t have the right to have them. Back then I missed the window opportunity to say my goodbyes and choose not to taint our memories. I guess writing those letters also helped me reach a certain closure.»

«That doesn’t answer my question, but maybe your letter will. May I read those letters when we get back?» Ayato asked with a sly smile.

«There is no chance of that happening.» Naoya blurted out with his ears quivering.

«Come on. You know I always liked your prose.»

«Stop it. Now it’s your turn to tell me how you feel.» Naoya asked, trying to get out of the tight spot he was in. He wasn’t about to confess a childhood crush after having a screaming match with the other person involved.

«I understand better now. The situation was complicated and we weren’t equipped to deal with it. I can see how my attitude made it seem like I was self absorbed, but truly it couldn’t be further from the truth. I would prefer if today was the last day of us not communicating properly and from tomorrow on, we won’t hide anything anymore. Is that something we can do?» Ayato established.

«That’s a given.» Naoya agreed.

«Great. Now tell me if those feelings of yours included love or not.» Ayato went in, taking no hostages.

Naoya jumped at the directness of the question and looked everywhere around them, fidgeting in place while his mind went blank. Of course Ayato would put him on the spot like that.

«Stop teasing me. We haven’t talked in years.» Naoya panicked.

«We are talking now. And you wrote me letters.»

«It’s not the same.»

«What kind of conversation would you like to hold?»

«It’s not that, I-. We were fighting minutes ago.»

«May I kiss you.» Ayato asked softly. The kitsune’s body stifled, but the man’s words still brought Naoya's attention back to Ayato’s face. For a long time Naoya studied Ayato’s facial expression. Was he serious? That had to be the most unexpected course of action possible, which he didn’t anticipate.

«No. You aren’t thinking clearly.» «But you still have feelings for me right? You talked like you still loved me. And I've loved you all this time, so what’s wrong? Never during the time we were apart did my negative thoughts outweigh the positive thoughts I harbored for you. I’ve wanted to do it for so long, and it was even harder during this expedition, but we weren’t able to understand each other. You can see this kiss as the promise of a new beginning without erasing what led us here.» Naoya couldn’t understand how he had not self combust yet. «Not like this and not now. If you still feel like kissing me in a week, then maybe we may consider it. You can’t just expect me to be ok with a 180 like that.» «Deal. Now allow me to give you a welcome back hug at least.» Ayato stood up and opened his arms.

«Welcome back from where? Your outing in Narukami?» «Hey, I had important things to do with the Shumatsuban. You were too distant for my taste. I felt like you never returned from liyue and I was still waiting for you to come back into my life.» Ayato explained. Naoya stood up as well and looked Ayato in the eyes before muttering a promise of his own. «I will work on what we have together and I won’t leave unless of some unforeseeable circumstances. If it was the case I commit myself to tell you 48 hours prior.»

«You better or it’s open season.» Ayato retorted, pulling Naoya against him tightly. Maybe this closeness was more familiar compared to the one of moments ago. Now they had explained themselves and there weren't any interferences left.

«I’m sorry for not being able to be here when you needed me and not coming to see you sooner.» Naoya apologized.

«I’m sorry that I wasn’t attentive to your needs and took you for granted.» Ayato answered.

After a moment of silence Naoya spoke again. «There is one last thing I need to tell you, but it can wait and I would prefer it if we waited for Thoma.»

****

The abandoned house was quiet. Ayato was crouched down over the table and had been asleep for some time now. Naoya was seated on the floor next to the door - pretty much where he was when he talked with Ayato, still thinking about the conversation they had. More importantly he was getting worried Thoma hadn’t come back yet. Maybe he should go see the amiable Kairagi next door to inquire if he had seen him.

Almost as if on cue, the kitsune heard regular footsteps in the distance getting closer and closer. Naoya straightened up and opened the door right away, his haste resulted in Ayato startling awake.

«Oh, you are awake.» Thoma commented plainly.

«I was getting worried, but wanted to give you some space.» Naoya explained, clasping his hands as he braced for Thoma’s possible anger. Ayato peaked from behind the kitsune’s shoulder.

«You didn’t have to worry I was with stray dogs from Higi Village and took them to the river. Did you sort things out?» Thoma asked, lassitude apparent in his tone.

«We-we did!» Naoya answered and turned around to look at Ayato who was nodding his head.

«Good.» Thoma said as he came face to face with Naoya. «Can you move from the doorway, I’d like to go to bed.»

Naoya didn’t know how to react, but complied and moved to the side to allow the venetian blonde to enter the abandoned house.

Thoma made a few steps before hearing a voice behind his back. «Thoma-chi, I’m so sorry. I apologize for what I said earlier. You didn’t deserve that.» Turning around he saw the kitsune kneeling down with his forehead touching the floor. Ayato took notice and was quick to bow in the same way. «We really appreciate you and we are sorry you had to be in the middle of us this whole time.» The commissioner added.

«Stand up. Both of you.» Thoma muttered.

Naoya and Ayato obliged, not knowing what to expect. Thoma menacingly walked toward them and stopped at arm length. He raised his hand and both men closed their eyes waiting for the impact. Thoma brought up his hand perpendicularly and proceeded to chop their heads with a light movement, nothing to hurt them.

«Seems like you did a lot of thinking. I’m glad to hear everything resolved itself.» Thoma said with a sweet smile only he could pull off. «Now let’s get to bed, shall we.»

****

In the early hours of morning, thunder and wind worked in concert to make sure that any sleep the three men could have wouldn’t be of top grade quality. After being woken up one two many times, the trio settled for an early breakfast prepared by Ayao and Naoya who still felt a little guilty for letting their quarrel get to Thoma. The latter enjoyed the act of kindness and was grateful to see his two boys working together for once. The menu consisted of some grilled lavender melons, omelette rice and some dango milk Ayato had brought back with him yesterday.

After most of their plates were emptied, Naoya decided to tackle the last thing on his list of things he wanted to resolve with the boys.

«So.» Naoya hesitated, breaking the silence. «There is one last thing we kinda need to talk about.»

«Yes Naoya, we can finish the expedition like you wished, but don’t be smug about it.» Ayato stated before taking a long sip of dango milk; it even seemed like he was looking for shelter into his cup at the idea of another confrontation.

«Well that’s great but I meant to talk about… err the reason why you left in a hurry, Ayato and that you worried a lot Thoma. Let’s say I want to talk about my condition.» Naoya cautiously explained.

«Is it about the reason why you fainted during our expeditions?» Thoma enquired.

«Yeah. Naoya let out breathily, further indicating he really didn’t know where to go with this conversation.

«Don’t worry Nao-rin, take your time. And in case you are worried, we won’t be mad. The last few weeks didn’t give you a lot of options to open up.» »Thoma stated, taking charge of the dialogue to help the other.

«Thank you. Hum. I don’t know where to start.» Naoya confessed.

«Start with the beginning.» Thoma answered, trying to lighten the mood.

«Or maybe you could tell a story like you used to do when we were younger.» Ayato offered. «Naoya always made up stories akin to light novels when he wanted to talk about something personal, while not knowing how to.» The light blue-haired man specified for Thoma.

«I can see Guuji Yae’s influence.» Thoma chuckled and smiled at the kitsune to encourage him.

«Right.» Naoya inhaled and the pieces of the story were coming to him. « Long ago there was a little fox that wanted to make his clan very proud of him. When the matriarch asked for him to better his spiritual connection to the Sacred Sakura, the fox obliged and started meditating under its leaves every day. His busy schedule could be overwhelming, but the moments he passed under the tree brought more balance to him. With time, the fox strengthened his connection and his power grew by leaps and bounds making him out to be a great asset for the shrine and his clan.» Naoya paused his memories playing in his head. Thoma reached out and lightly patted the kitsune’s forearm.

«Did the cute little fox happen to have a reddish cordovan fur?» Ayato teased.

«Who said the fox was cute?» Naoya stammered back.

«If I’m not mistaken, the cute fox isn’t so small anymore.» Thoma added.

«Stoooop.» Naoya pleaded, his ears fluttering from the teasing comments.

«I’m sorry, go on.» Ayato apologized.

«You don’t even seem sincere; I’m sure you would tease me again.» Naoya complained. «Anyway, the unknown fox - which you clearly never met, was once more in deep meditation in front of the tree, well it would be more accurate to say with the tree. As he was going deeper and deeper, the fox felt something calling out to him, asking him to follow the roots further into the earth. Naively, the fox continued his descent up until he was hanging from the lowest roots. The feeling was exhilarating, he could feel the whole of Inazuma from there, memories swirling around him. But with his guard lowered the wide-eyed fox was an easy target and he fell prey to the great darkness that lingered after the last calamity. As the fox drowned in the darkness he tried his best to struggle. It took time but after a great deal of effort, he was able to climb back up and ask for help. When the matriarch of the clan heard the plea, she rushed to her protégé's help. Although she would subdue the lingering darkness, she couldn’t make it go away completely.» As he reminisced, Naoya let tears escape down his face alerting the other two men of the kitsune’s ache, who moved closer to hold him. Ayato passed his arm behind the kitsune’s back and hooked his hand on the opposite side, while Thoma opted to cling to the arm he was previously petting.

«From then on, the fox needed to be permanently aware of the darkness that obscured a corner of his mind. After a month or so of recuperating, the fox decided to leave and learn new ways to focus his body and mind. One week later, the kitsune… I sailed the sea and reached liyue in the hope of being able to rebuild myself.»

Naoya chased away his tears and looked to Thoma and saw the worry in his eyes. «Don’t look at me like that, it’s ok.»

«Nao-rin.» Ayato whispered.

«I’m telling you it’s no big deal.» Naoya turned around to see a somber expression painted on his childhood best friend’s face.

«Nao-rin, is that why you felt so inadequate, why you thought you weren’t strong enough to follow me.» Ayato asked while staring at the space in front of him.

Naoya held back his tears which sent trembles through his bodies and nodded with his head affirmatively.

«I’m sorry.» Naoya mustered in between controlled sobs.

«It’s ok we talked about it yesterday. We weren’t equipped to properly talk about those things back then.» Ayato replied. «I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell us now.»

«I know I sounded dramatic, but if I ever spoke of a darkness troubling me, I was in fact referring to the filth and not using some figure of speech.Thank you both for listening.» Naoya acknowledged. «However, the filth isn’t something hard to control anymore, it only creeps up on me when I’m surprised by something like the tatarigami.»

«Are you saying this with the expedition in mind?» Ayato worried.

«Yes. I know it may seem reckless, but I know I can find the Primeval Sakura in Fort Mumei. Whatever that will be waiting for us there doesn’t stand a chance. If I come prepared, you won’t have to worry about me.»

«When do you think you can get ready?» Thoma asked.

«Are you sure you want to do this?» Ayato added.

«Yes, but all this talk about feelings and the lack of sleep got me a bit tired. Even though we woke up not long ago, I feel like napping. I think we all need some sleep actually. After that I give myself until 10 o'clock tomorrow to be standing on those ruines.»

«That can be arranged. Especially the napping part.» Thoma reassured.

As Thoma got up and held out his hand for Naoya to grab it and follow him, Ayato moved out to put their three futons together and gathered the light bedsheet and throw blankets they had with them. In the morning light, Naoya took place in the middle and pulled the cover over him and tossed around to sink in the soft materials already shutting his eyes. Thoma and Ayato suddenly looked like they were having second thoughts; was it really ok to nap together? Was it too soon after everything? Maybe the kitsune would prefer to be alone to rest.

«What are you waiting for? I’ll get cold if I’m napping alone.» Naoya stated, raising himself on his elbows to look up at the other two. His lower eyelids raised up instinctively, highlighting the fact he found their sudden burst of shyness futile.

The two men take place on each side of the kitsune; Thoma settled on his back while Ayato was on his side facing the kitsune's profile. As he felt the sleepiness seap in, Naoya turned on his side to be more comfortable. His change of position brought him closer to the housekeeper, so much so that it prompted Thoma to pull him closer against his side, so the kitsune would rest his head on the venetian blonde man’s chest and pass his arm on his stomach.

«Hum.» Naoya whispered.

«Are you uncomfortable? I thought you might be cold.» Thoma asked, his green eyes letting out a facetious glint, happy with the reaction he obtained from the kitsune.

«Is this really ok?» Naoya asked, while his fox ears cutely quivered back, which didn’t not escape the eye of the housekeeper.

«Of course it is. I felt it would be much more comfortable that way.» Thoma reassured.

«Thank you.» Naoya answered before nuzzling onto the man’s chest.

Before Ayato even had time to sulk, the kitsune searched for Ayato’s arm behind him and pulled it over him, befittingly making the other the bigger spoon. He maintained his hold on the commissioner's hand and went as far as intertwining their fingers together and resting them on Thoma’s stomach. Soon a third hand covered theirs, completing their embrace. Naoya knew that he would overheat sooner or later trapped like he was, but that concern faded away as he fell asleep in their arms.

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