#adoring.yuuta

[itadorisgf]

— a taste of heaven

aka soft headcanons

note: it’s difficult being so s*ft all the time so here’s a part two

ft. inumaki toge, miwa kasumi, okkotsu yūta, tōdō aoi, zenin maki.

warning: gn!reader, insecurities, fluff

part one

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— inumaki toge.

inumaki’s eyes widen in surprise when you trot over to him one day and clumsily sign in jsl “good morning, toge! how are you?” his eyes water when you shyly admit that you’ve been learning for him since you don’t want him to worry about not being able to speak all of the time. you then eagerly ask if you signed it correctly. even if you didn’t sign it perfectly, the fact that you’re actively learning for inumaki is more than enough.

inumaki can sometimes get self-conscious of the seals etched onto his cheeks. it’s a part of him, something that indicates his connection to his clan, but he’ll never forget the looks he used to get from others as a child. whispers of poor child and how ugly when he would pass by them. so when you cradle his face with your hands, staring at him like he’s personally hung every star in the sky and murmuring that he’s so beautiful, inumaki’s heart melts.

while you’re happily chatting away with maki and panda, inumaki will come up from behind and wrap his arms around your middle while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. it’s an occurrence that happens often enough that your shared friends don’t bat an eye. maki does scoff and comment that the two of you are so disgustingly in love it makes her sick, however.

— miwa kasumi.

miwa babbles. it’s a habit that she’s never managed to kick no matter how hard she’s tried to. so when she’s telling you about something that happened during her day, it hits her all of a sudden of how annoying she must be. she quiets down and abruptly ends her story. however, you notice and softly encourage her to continue. her heart skips a beat when you say “i like listening to what you have to say, kasumi.”

her little brothers are menaces. miwa loves them, but they know exactly how to get on her nerves. she’s apprehensive about introducing you to them, even though it’s only through facetime, and warns you ahead of time about how they can be. she’s shocked when they take to you so easily. soon enough, you’re the one carrying the conversation as miwa sits in the frame of the camera and watches you interact with them. she’s embarrassed when at the end of the call, her little brothers loudly proclaim that they like you before hanging up.

miwa will shyly gift you random little things she’s made: baked goods she’s experimented with, neatly completed friendship bracelets, a knitted hat when you complained about how your ears are always cold. she’s always worried about whether or not you’ll like them, but the smile that crosses your face and the glimmer in your eyes informs her that you do. and if that wasn’t enough to convince her, the happy kiss that you press to miwa’s cheek is.

— okkotsu yūta.

some nights, scratch that, most nights, yūta has difficulty falling, and staying, asleep. his mind is plagued with too many thoughts flooding his brain and he just can’t seem to turn it off. he feels like a bother, but he’ll softly creep out of his bed and slip into your dorm. in the safety of your arms, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, yūta manages to get a good night’s rest.

yūta worries about your relationship when he decides to travel overseas to study. although he’s incredibly busy most days, he always sends you a good morning and a good night text despite the time difference. sometimes he even manages to send you a box of trinkets he’s amassed for you. when you open up the box, there’s a quick messily scrawled note on top of everything that reads “i love you and miss you so much. love, yūta <3”

he flusters when you seat yourself on top of his lap and place your hands on either side of his face. yūta squirms underneath your intent gaze as you examine every inch of his face. his hands are loosely looped around your wrists and he’s bracing himself for what you’re going to say. it wouldn’t be like you, but yūta can’t help the fear that you’ll call him unattractive or ugly like the girls he used to attend school with. his face heats up when instead you murmur “you’re so pretty, yūta,” and lean in to press a kiss to his nose.

— tōdō aoi.

tōdō does not shut up about you, much to everyone’s dismay. they have no issue with you in particular, it’s just that tōdō will go on and on about you forever even if they express their lack of interest in the conversation topic. he’s just so proud to have you as his s/o that he can’t help but talk about how amazing you are all of the time!

he has a photo album on his phone that’s entirely dedicated to you. it’s filled with images that tōdō’s taken of you: pictures of you striking silly poses for him, images that you have no clue exist because he somehow managed to snap them without you noticing, and much, much more. when he talks about you, he always whips out his phone to show whoever he’s talking to how pretty you are.

he’s a huge fan of piggy back rides! you say your feet hurt from walking around? instantly, you’ll find yourself swept up by tōdō. you’re either on his back or he’s carrying you bridal style everywhere despite your protests and complaints of how embarrassing it is. he can’t have his lovely s/o walking around in pain.

— zenin maki.

if you happen to fall asleep on the train and your head drops onto maki’s shoulder, she’s incredibly careful to not jostle you awake. her entire frame is tensed, afraid that the slightest movement may wake you. if panda speaks too loudly, she glares at him and tells him to quiet down. when you wake up and lift your head up, maki gives you a grin and informs you that you drool in your sleep.

maki is fiercely protective over you. yes, you’re an idiot (affectionate), but you’re her idiot. therefore, she’s the only one who can seriously make fun of you. she doesn’t mind if others poke fun at you or tease you, as long as it’s light-hearted. the moment someone actually attempts to degrade you and make you feel lesser, maki is beating their ass.

she has to wear glasses for prolonged periods of time because of her inability to see curses without them. this often leads to maki’s temples hurting. she’ll try to ignore it because she’s not going to let a little headache bother her, but you’re having none of that. she’ll try and protest, but she can’t deny how nice it feels to have her head resting in your lap as you gently massage her aching head.

[itadorisgf]

headcanons for y/n making gojo, nanami, yuji, megumi, inumaki and yuuta put on the cat ears 🐱 you could write other characters too if u want i just have Men™️ on the brain

— meow for me!

note: thank you for the suggestion!! i hope u like these!! it’s the first time i’ve written anything for inumaki and yuuta and i hope it turned out okay <3333

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, inumaki toge, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta.

warning: gn!reader, i envisioned prequel!yuuta while writing this, silly fluff

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— fushiguro megumi.

fushiguro gives you a deadpan look as soon as you ask. “no,” he says flatly, prompting you to release a long drawn out call of his name. “megumi, pretty please? you would make the prettiest cat boy ever!” do you think that would convince him? fushiguro doesn’t exactly care for being a cat boy, like at all. “no,” he repeats again. with a raised brow, he asks you “why do you want me to wear them so badly?” you fold your arms over your chest and huff. he thinks you resemble a child right now. “i thought this pair i bought would look cute on you.” you raise your arm, dangling the headband for fushiguro to see. is this what it’s like to be in love? he sighs heavily before replying, “fine, i’ll wear them.” your mood changes in the blink of an eye and you bound up to fushiguro with a pleased expression. “thanks, megumi! you’re going to look so pretty, i promise.”

— gojo satoru.

gojo all too gleefully agrees to your request, but only if he gets something in return. you roll your eyes because of course satoru wants something so you cautiously ask him what it is that he wants. he thinks for a moment before a stupid grin stretches across his face. “you have to wear cat ears too! oh, and i also want you to make me cookies!” truthfully, you were expecting something a little more humiliating so this was a surprise. “deal,” you say before putting the cat ears on top of his head. you go find your other pair and put it on; when you come back, gojo coos that you look utterly adorable. he proceeds to take a bunch of selfies of the two of you together and spams them in his group-chat with his students.

— inumaki toge.

inumaki’s brows furrow as he processes your question. you sit next to him, rocking from side to side as you eagerly wait for his answer. you want him to put on cat ears? he chances a glance at your hands, which are clutching a thin silver headband with soft fluffy cat ears glued to the top of it. “sooo, do you wanna put them on, toge?” you hold out the headband towards him. inumaki gives you a nod and takes the cat ears from your outstretched hand. “salmon,” he replies before slipping them on. when he turns back to you, you’re already looking at him with a large grin. “wanna go steal one of nobara’s skirts to wear with it?”

— itadori yuuji.

itadori tilts his head, a confused expression plastered across his face. you can envision the question mark looming over his head. “what?” you fondly smile; it’s unfair how adorable he is without even trying to be. “i said, will you put these cat ears on for me?” he takes a look at them; they look comfortable with how fluffy they are. “sure!” he tilts his head to the ground to let you place them on top of his head. he was right, the headband is comfortable. itadori runs a hand through the fuzziness of the cat ears, curious how it can be so soft. “you look great, yuuji! let me take a pic of you.” he poses, letting you snap as many shots as you want. (you make one of them your new lockscreen.)

— nanami kento.

nanami refuses. the moment that nanami looks up from his book and sees what you’re clutching in your hands, he says “no” before going back to reading once more. he ignores your loud huff of air and flips to the next page of his novel. however, when you decide to seat yourself directly on his lap, nanami marks his page and sets aside his book. “please, kento? you would look so cute.” you’re pouting and nanami can feel his resolve crumbling to dust. “no pictures. i don’t need satoru somehow finding out about this.” nanami decides that it’s not too bad putting on the cat ears if he gets to see you smile so brightly.

— okkotsu yuuta.

he flushes. did he hear you correctly? well, he must have, judging by the sound of your loud laughter following his reaction. “c’mon, yuuta,” you lean further into his space, batting your eyelashes up at him. you’re delighted by the distinct crimson that stains his pale cheeks. “you can be my cute lil catboy!” he raises both of his hands as if he can ward you off (not that he wants you further away from him; it’s just that he’s still unused to the way you can be so bold at times.) “uh, s-sure.” the words come stumbling out, and at the sound of his agreement, you’re moving closer. despite your high energy at the moment, your hands are gentle as you place the cat ears on top of his head. “i was right! you really are the cutest, yuuta.” he feels like his face is on fire now.