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OH MY LORDDDD

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄: 𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

# pure unadulterated fluff, reveals >:) MORE FLUFF! wc 1.5k

a/n i am a sucker for the “he did that!?” trope. you’ll understand what i mean.

“thank you for holding onto it, yuuji-kun!” you beam at your underclassman after skipping over to him, nearly toppling over with relief when itadori revealed that he never once let go of your precious locket.

itadori grins, “no problem, senpai!” ah, he’s so bright. “here, let me help you wear it.”

“oh—” itadori spins you around before you can voice out a reply, leaving you no choice but to just push your hair and collar aside. with your front facing the field once again, you catch inumaki staring at the scene—the both of you turn away. “thanks, yuuji. you’re seriously a lifesaver.”

itadori hums, followed by a quiet click! from your necklace. “senpai, i’m curious, though. i always see you wearing this, even during missions. you only ever take it off when we’re training. did someone give it to you?”

you distractedly rub the locket with your fingers, smiling softly as you gaze at it. kugisaki and fushiguro look over, eyes curious and ears perked up with attention, alerting your classmates to wonder what’s going on, too.

the locket isn’t anything special. you were four when you begged for your family to give you spare change for it. it’s worn out, silver faded over time, but it will always be the most valuable object for you.

“no one gave it to me,” you answer, eyes fixed on the glint coming off from it. “i bought it myself.”

kugisaki leans over itadori, eyeing the locket. itadori makes a confused noise at your reply, clearly not understanding. “hmm, it is pretty. it clashes with our uniform, but i get it.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “no, i didn’t buy it because it’s pretty. a locket is a locket for a reason, you know?”

“ah! i see!” itadori points at the clasp of silver hanging over your collarbones. “so it’s what’s inside?”

“can i see?” kugisaki’s eyes sparkle, and itadori copies her. now you have two of your underclassmen pleading for a grand reveal—even fushiguro walks closer.

your skin grows warm at the onslaught of attention, holding the locket as if mimicking a shield. “i-it’s nothing special… you’ll be very disappointed. besides, i like my mystery, you know?”

…

“stop looking at me like that!” you wail, flailing your hands over their faces to wipe those puppy-eyed looks.

“y/n’s right,” maki pipes up, parading to the scene. “it’s a dead flower inside.” kugisaki echoes a perplexed: a dead flower?

maki is the only one who has seen what’s inside; the aftermath of her persistence and you feeling too soft for your friend to refuse. she says it now like she was disappointed, but after you explained to her the meaning behind it, she looked pretty impressed.

that person… they must be really special, huh?

just the thought makes your face warm.

“what? maki has seen it?” panda wonders aloud, with a note of betrayal.

“you and toge were out,” maki snaps for your sake before you start panicking. “and i’m y/n’s best best friend, i deserve to know.”

inumaki’s eyes cut to maki’s, sharp. “fish flakes,” he protests.

“okay, second to him,” maki scrunches her nose. “but toge shouldn’t count. because i saw it first.”

inumaki glares at her, and maki glares back. a pink-haired teen bursts between them, eyes round.

“i want to see it, too!” itadori proclaims.

“it’s up to l/n-senpai,” fushiguro reminds him curtly, making itadori’s shoulders deflate.

“i don’t mind,” you assure them with a placating smile. “just pretend you’re not underwhelmed, or else my feelings will get hurt.”

they raise their hands in mock salute. maki and fushiguro roll their eyes.

your fingers click on the clasp clumsily, the gesture unfamiliar; you don’t quite unlock your locket every day, afraid of losing the contents held.

itadori elicits a noise of childish wonder, always one for the sentimentals.

inside, are petals, dried, shrunken up, and long dead. but the purple is like a spray of color that stands out from gray. to you, it’s still the most heartwarming sight.

the color reminds you of inumaki’s eyes.

your eyes flick up to him, only to find that he’s already staring at you curiously.

“a flower,” panda coos, breaking the tension. “someone special gave it to you?”

“yeah, he is,” you confess shyly, and their expression changes into one of surprise. romance was never a hot topic for sorcerers, so this one is truly a shock to everyone. you’re suddenly relieved that gojo is nowhere near to hearing this gossip. “not that you can meet him, though! the last time i saw him was when i was four.”

“...that’s—”

“real sad? yeah, that’s what i also said,” maki interrupts itadori. but you recognize it for the kindness maki offers in hidden ways—she’s thinking itadori might say something worse for something so special to you.

but itadori is not like that.

“ah, no,” itadori laughs sheepishly, “i was about to say ‘romantic’.”

you snap the locket shut in surprise, ears ringing with how loud your heart is beating.

romantic. they think it’s romantic.

you want to bury your face in your hands for the rush of giddiness you feel. maybe maki is right; this is really sad.

kugisaki scoffs, loudly smacking her friend’s head. “idiot! what if it was y/n-senpai’s brother? or dad?”

itadori looks horrified. “wait, y/n-senpai—”

“mustard leaf?” inumaki’s gaze is soft and patient, a hand on your shoulder to remind you of his question.

“um—”

“you’re kidding,” kugisaki gapes at your reaction, “you’re still in love with that guy!?”

“what’s up with second years and their devotion to childhood romance…”

“it’s not like that!”

inumaki sighs, reaching for your wrist. you let him, because inumaki toge would be the last person in a list of people you know that would seek to hurt you—but you’re not prepared for him tugging you so roughly that your chests collide.

“tuna mayo,” he says, head tilted in the direction of the dorms.

“yeah, okay,” you murmur, cheeks aflame. “get me out of here before i combust.” inumaki huffs a quiet laugh.

inumaki peeks out to stare at the small crowd behind you. “fish flakes,” he warns, and you swear you could’ve felt a thin veil of cursed energy in those words.

“we’re not gonna follow you!” panda says, laughing too eagerly for it to be not suspicious.

“…does inumaki-senpai like—”

“yes. yes he does.”

inumaki opens his door.

you look around, smiling widely at your best friend. you haven’t been in his room for a while, but mostly because he likes your room better so you two tend to spend your lazy days in your room.

“what did you want to show me?” you question, skidding to a halt when inumaki reaches for his windowsill, where his pots of flowers stand proudly.

inumaki mentioned that his family made him grow fond of decorating his home with flowers, so even here he takes special care of the plants he brought from his clan.

he reaches for a familiar flower, shaded purple from its care and fading white to the tips of its petals. “tuna,” inumaki murmurs, plucking one of it out and handing it to you.

you feel a grin snaking up to your lips. “do you want me to replace it…?”

“bonito flakes,” inumaki shakes his head. he puts the pot back and reaches for your locket, “mustard leaf?”

“yeah, i trust you.”

inumaki’s eyes crinkle with a soft smile as he clicks to open your locket. gently, he thumbs the flower in, leaving you with two, one gray and the other still bright and healthy. he looks very pleased looking at it, where his flower covers the entirety of the old one.

“i didn’t know you’re the jealous type, toge,” you tease.

inumaki narrows his eyes playfully, snapping your locket shut with: “bonito flakes.”

you were four.

everything is too blinding and loud, with the lights flashing and people from their stalls yelling for customers.

for someone, it should be nothing special. but for a four-year-old who just lost sight of their guardian and is now in the middle of everything, it’s extremely overwhelming. too much, that you fall to your knees and clutch your head in hopes of muffling the sounds.

a finger pokes your forehead.

you look up to see a boy around your age, with pure white hair and striking purple eyes. he’s holding out a flower, crouched across you as he waves it around.

but he doesn’t move, like he expects you to crawl to him. like you’re a cat prepared to strike for a treat.

“for me?” you ask, finally releasing the death grip over your ears. when he nods, you brighten, completely forgetting about why you were in tears earlier. you’ve always loved gifts. “thank you!”

“you’re real nice,” you tell him.

he blushes. it’s very cute.

the boy gestures somewhere. “tuna?” he asks, pointing at a frantic woman who all but rushes in to tackle you into a hug.

“y/n! oh, baby, i told you to hold my hand…”

“sorry…”

you hold the flower close to your chest, watching from over your mother’s back as the boy starts walking away— but not without shooting a knowing smile over his shoulder at you.

gloxinia - love at first sight

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