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Please, Daddy
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Nanami Kento
Character Count: ~8,500K
Rating: Explicit, 18+
AO3
It was a lazy spring afternoon, one that mimicked the dead of summer with its humidity and heat. All the windows were open, but that did nothing to abate the torturous conditions inside the classroom. The curtains blowing offered a promise of some respite, but the wind was just as hot and provided no relief from the blazing temperatures.
Nobara held a small fan to her face while Megumi patted his forehead with a handkerchief, neither of which helped their fatigue.
âThis sucks!â Yuji groaned, kicking his feet onto the desk and leaning his chair back.
âYouâre going to fall over,â Megumi said, to which Yuji rolled his eyes.
âYeah, if I was an idiot, maybe,â he retorted. Nobara stuck out her foot and tapped the leg of the chair, giving it that last push it needed to send Yuji toppling backwards onto the floor.
âOops,â was all Nobara had to say as she watched her friend groan and wriggle around on the floor in pain.
âKugisaki, you asshole!â he shouted. âAs if this day couldnât get any worse.â
Nobara sighed and got out of her seat, walking over to Yuji and kneeling. She placed a finger on her chin in thought before brightening, her grin catching Yuji off guard. âI know whatâll make you feel better. Letâs gossip about our teachers.â
The three of them huddled in a circle on the floor with Nobara going first.
âKusakabe,â she offered, with the boys looking up to the ceiling in thought.
âI think he has boner problems,â Yuji said, making Nobara and Megumi wince in disgust. But the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.
âDo you think he takes pills for it?â Megumi asked, but Nobara shook her head.
âI think heâs too ashamed. And then he cries whenever he does it because he canât get it up, and the woman has to comfort him,â she said, although she quickly regretted it as they all cringed at the image.
âOh, man, letâs move on,â Megumi said, running a hand through his hair. âI donât think Iâll be able to look at him the same anymore.â
âLetâs do Gojo,â Nobara replied excitedly, to which Megumi swiftly shook his head.
âThatâs our main teacher! We have to look at him every dayâwe canât do him,â Megumi objected, although it was only half the truth. He already saw Satoru as a father figure, as much as he hated admitting that to himself. He didnât want to discuss his sex life.
âI think Gojo does hard drugs,â Yuji said, ignoring Megumiâs outburst. âLike, cocaine and stuff. It gets him really wired to do it.â
âOh, gross,â Megumi whined as he buried his face in his hands.
âWhatâs gross?â
Speak of the devil. The trioâs heads snapped up as the very man they were gossiping about strode into the classroom, a stack of papers and folders in one hand and a mug that read â#1 Teacherâ in the other. He set down his things and placed his hands on his hips as he stared at his students, who were gawking at him as if a curse was eating his face off.
âHello? Earth to idiots?â he said, snapping in the air to get their attention.
Nobara, ever the quick-witted girl, looked between Megumi and Yujiâs shocked faces and smirked to herself. She had thought of an excuse the second she heard her teacherâs voice, but she liked the idea of messing with all of them better. She cleared her throat and said, âWe were gossiping about our teachers.â
âKugisaki!â Megumi and Yujiâs voices overlapped as they exclaimed in horror, turning their irritation onto her.
However, Satoru wasnât surprised in the slightest. In fact, he rushed over to the trio and grabbed a chair, turning it backward to sit on it and place his arms on the back of the chair, leaning forward in intrigue. âOh? One of my favorite conversation topics. Go ahead, shoot. Whatâd you guys say about me?â
Megumi and Yujiâs faces then morphed into genuine interest as to what Nobara had planned. How was she going to get out of the hole she dug herself?
By answering honestly, of course.
âWe said you do hard drugs to do it,â she said matter-of-factly. âLike coke. That really gets you going.â
Satoru stared for a moment, shell-shocked, before dissolving into laughter. He slapped his thigh and hung his head over the chair, the trio laughing along nervously at his strange reaction. Once he finally got ahold of himself, Satoru looked back up and inhaled sharply. âGood guess. What about Nanami?â
âConfirm nor deny. Smart,â Nobara remarked, high-giving her teacher. The boys were less than enthused. However, once she processed Nanamiâs name, she barked out a laugh. âNanami Kento? That guyâs a virgin, one hundred percent.â
âKugisaki, donât be mean,â Megumi chastised, but he was the sole objection on that one. Yuji and Nobara fell into bouts of laughter while nodding.
âYouâre so right,â Yuji said. âHow old is he, forty? No way some straight like him gets anything. Can you imagine him flirting?â
âHeâs twenty-seven, and no,â Megumi said with a sigh. He knew he was giving in, but it was true: Nanami didnât seem to have one romantic bone in his body. He couldnât even picture him with a woman on his armâthe sight would probably send the three of them into anaphylactic shock.
He watched Nobara and Yuji laughing together before he turned his attention to Satoru, who was staring down at them with an unreadable expression. âYouâre awfully quiet, Gojo-sensei. Wouldnât you know better than all of us about him?â
Satoru choked on his spit at that, coughing into his fist as a prickly blush climbed up his neck and blotched his cheeks. âW-what? Why would you think that? I donât know Nanami at all like that.â
âYouâre both teachers,â Yuji pointed out with a shrug. âWouldnât you guys talk in the teacherâs lounge or something?â
Oh, Satoru thought with a sigh of relief. They meant it like that. He visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping as he played with the bottom of his blindfold. âHeâs never mentioned a girlfriend. Or any romantic interest, for that matter. No matter how much Iâve tried seducing him!â
Satoru whined to punctuate the fact that it was a joke to his students, who laughed and pulled disgusted faces at the thought of their beloved teachers kissing. However, Satoru wasnât telling a joke. He had genuinely tried seducing Nanami on multiple occasions, having had a crush on him since Nanami called him up about becoming a jujutsu sorcerer again and he got to see just how much the blond had grown since they were in school together. The scrawny teen with a terrible haircut he had once known had grown into a muscled, attractive, and stoic man who made people think sinful thoughts just by looking at him.
Satoru could barely believe his eyes, although his pounding heart gave away just what he suspected he was feeling: arousal. He hadnât felt that sensation in a long time, despite what his studentsâor anybody, reallyâthought. Nanami had brought it out of him, and the more he rejected Satoru and treated him terribly, the more Satoru wanted him. Frankly, it turned him on, just how respectable and stable Nanami was. A salaryman who took care of himself, who read and exercised and enjoyed the small things in life. Additionally, the sincere concern he had for his studentsâfor any childâmade Satoru want to raise a family with him, a thought heâd never had with anybody, ever.
Nanami was perfect partner material on top of being incredibly sexy. He was perfect. Except for the fact that he hated Satoruâs guts.
âOkay, okay, so Nanami,â Nobara said, pursing her lips together pensively. âI thinkâŠhe definitely has a hidden kink even though heâs a virgin.â
âIâm going to throw something out there,â Yuji said conspiratorially. âI think he has a daddy kink.â
Satoruâs previous melancholic expression morphed into intense curiosity. He needed all the help he could get, as evidenced by the fact that he was secretly soliciting his studentsâ help with hopefully romancing Nanami successfully. âYou think so? Like, calling people daddy? Or being called that?â
âBeing called,â Yuji replied. âNo way that guy gives into anybody. Heâs as tightly wound as a stretched rubber band. He hates his job, hates being a jujutsu sorcerer, and is a virgin on top of all of that. Heâs going to snap at any time.â
The more Yuji spoke, the more Satoru could understand why Nanami was the way that he was. Heâd dealt with more trauma than the general population combined, had to submit to his dick boss every day, then deal with more shit in the way of curses. Plus, blue balls would drive any man crazy.
If he needed to snap, so be itâso long as it was with Satoru in the room. And perhaps being called âdaddyâ would be the driving factor. At that point, Satoru had tried everything. What was one more shot in the dark?
âHeâs definitely DILF material,â Nobara said, biting her bottom lip.
Megumi shoved her shoulder so hard that she fell onto the floor in a laughing mess. âYou canât say that about a teacher! You guys are hopeless.â
âDILF?â Satoru asked, tilting his head. âIs this another young person slang word Iâm not privy to? You guys make me feel older every day.â
âNo way you havenât heard of DILF,â Yuji said, dumbfounded. âI mean, MILF? Itâs just the dad version. Dad Iâd like toâŠyou know.â
That woke Satoru up to the fact that he was having this type of conversation with his students, his children. He stood up and swiftly shoved the chair back in its place before taking his place at the front of the classroom.
âOkay, thatâs enough,â he said, sorting through his materials to ignore the horrid blush flaming his cheeks. âLetâs begin class.â
When the trio left the classroom after their lesson, Satoru thought back to Yujiâs explanation and chuckled. He had found a way to seduce Nanami. It was far-fetched, but he had exhausted everything else. And he was going to use it.
The only way to get Nanami to hang out with him was to show up wherever he was unexpectedly and follow him around until he relented. Nanami wasnât exactly rude. Heâd speak to Satoru, albeit sparingly. But Satoru couldnât shake the fact that they werenât spending time togetherâhe was just following Nanami while he was doing chores.
Not this time. He was going to force Nanami to spend time with him. Which led him to standing on Nanamiâs doorstep with a six-pack of beer in one hand and a movie CD in the other.
When Nanami opened the door, he barely got out a âhello?â before his face dropped upon seeing Satoru.
âDonât look so excited to see me, old pal,â Satoru said, but he couldnât hide the sharp pain in his chest on his face. Luckily, he had his black blindfold on, which at least hid half his facial expressions. âSurprise! We havenât hung out in so long, I decided Iâd drop by for a movie night.â
âWeâve never hung out,â Nanami said tiredly. Had he been sleeping? He was in sweatpants and a black T-shirt, a casual look Satoru had never seen him in before. It did nothing to hide the lust building in his stomach just at the sight of Nanami. He thought he was attracted to Nanami in suits, but perhaps a simple pair of sweatpants was all he needed to fold over. It did a great job at highlighting Nanamiâs crotch, anyhow.
âWell, letâs start now!â Satoru said, pushing past Nanami into his apartment since he knew Nanami would never invite him in. He set the beer on the coffee table in front of the couch before settling on the floor to pop the CD into the player. âI rented us Inception. I heard itâs really good.â
âIt is,â Nanami said, shutting the door behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stared down at Satoru, not moving from the front door. âIâve watched it. Itâs also almost three hours long.â
âYay, three hours we get to spend together!â Satoru said with a clap. âCome on, sit down, letâs drink.â
âYou donât drink,â Nanami remarked. He glanced up at the ceiling before closing his eyes with a sigh. After running a hand down his face, he relented and walked over, sitting on the floor across the table from Satoru.
âSo I donât,â Satoru said and tried not to show the excitement on his face. Nanami remembered something about him. He knew something about Satoru, something that would only happen if he paid attention to Satoru. âBut itâs no matter! Iâll just watch you drink. You can put the rest in your fridge. Call it a housewarming present.â
Nanami took a beer out of the plastic and stared at it, pushing his hair out of his eyes. It was down and slightly wet at the ends from a shower, and Satoru had to look at the floor to prevent himself from blushing anymore at the sight of Nanami with his hair down. He looked so vulnerable, so in his element.
As Nanami regarded the beer can, Satoru took the opportunity to glance around the apartment. Heâd never been inside Nanamiâs apartment, and it was exactly as he thought itâd be. Everything was tidy and had its place. The apartment itself was humbly small, with what seemed like only one bedroom hidden beyond a slightly ajar door down a hallway. He had a modestly-sized television set on a TV stand full of books and magazines. His kitchen was spotless, and his small dining table had a vase with a blooming bouquet. It was strange and inexplicable how much the normalcy turned Satoru on. After the life heâd lived, all the trauma heâd endured, all he wanted was to settle down someday.
âThanks,â Nanami said, the sound of the beer fizzling drawing Satoru back into reality. As he watched Nanami take a sip from the can, he realized that he wanted to settle down with Nanami.
âYouâre very welcome,â he said. âThatâs your favorite brand, right?â
Nanami swallowed and set the can down on the table. His brows raised high on his forehead as he pursed his lips. Finally, he nodded. âYeah. Thank you, Gojo-san. Iâm not sure how you remembered that.â
I remember everything about you, Satoru almost said but caught himself last minute. âI already told you to drop it with the san. Just call me Satoru.â
âMm,â Nanami hummed indifferently. His eyes drifted to the TV screen before grabbing the remote. âAre you going to make these movie nights a habit?â
Satoruâs heart dropped at that. Did Nanami truly hate him? Had he been so caught up in seducing him that he had been imagining things, that he had ignored all of Nanamiâs rebuffs?
He bit his bottom lip and shrugged defeatedly. âI mean, we donât have to if you donât like them.â
He watched as the lump in Nanamiâs throat bobbed when he swallowed thickly. âI donât mind them.â He scoffed. âItâs not like I have anything better to do.â
Okay, they were getting somewhere. Satoru didnât especially like Nanami having to resort to hanging out with him, but they were at least hanging out. He could work with this.
He leaned forward on his hand over the table, smirking at Nanami as the blond desperately tried to avoid eye contact. âReally? You donât have any dates or anything? A good-looking guy like youâyou should be drowning in women, Nanamin.â
The corner of Nanamiâs lip curled at the nickname, but he had learned better than to correct Satoru. âNo, Iâm not,â he replied, although he didnât seem too broken up about it. âIâm not a playboy like you.â
Satoru took genuine offense to that, slapping a hand to his chest. âPlayboy? Playboy! Nanamin, youâve burned me!â
If only Nanami knew the lengths Satoru had gone to seduce him, how many people heâd rebuffed at the slightest chance of getting in his pants. But he couldnât say that. Not yet.
âYou know, the students were gossiping about you,â Satoru said, reciting the script heâd created prior to knocking on Nanamiâs door.
That took Nanamiâs attention away from the movie long enough to glance at Satoru. âOh? What did they say?â He narrowed his eyes. âAnd how do you know if you werenât taking part in it?â
Nanami always knew exactly what to say to catch Satoru off guard. He did not expect that in his script. Nanami spoke so little, it seemed impossible for him to go off-script. Lo and behold.
âI just walked in on them speaking about you and demanded them to tell me what they said so I could punish them, I swear!â Satoru cried, but all Nanami did was look back at the movie. âOkay, but Iâll tell you what they said, and you can decide on their punishment after I tell you. They said thatâŠwell, that youâre a virgin. Ridiculous, right?â
Nanamiâs expression went blank, and his arm shot out for the remote. He paused the movie and turned to Satoru, who stared back at him with an expectant smile. He took another swig of his beer and sighed. âTheyâll have to spend thirty extra minutes every day after class cleaning the school for that.â
Satoruâs smile dropped. âButâŠbut, theyâre wrong, right?â
Nanami shot Satoru a look before it melted into something different. Something Satoru couldnât parse. Was it guilt?
âYes, theyâre wrong,â Nanami said then chuckled humorlessly. âAlthough, I can understand why they think that. I donât exactly present myself as somebody capable ofâŠthat.â
Satoru didnât like seeing Nanami sad, but seeing him this dejected hurt even worse. This was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen. He shuffled forward so that he was next to Nanami, giving him a healthy amount of space before placing a hand on his shoulder. âHey, whatâd I say? An attractive guy like youâit makes sense if you get tons of action. But, I mean, I knew Iâd find you at home on a Friday night instead of out anywhere.â
Nanami chuckled again, this time more good-naturedly. He ran a hand through his hair, but his hair just flopped back onto his forehead. âYou know me too well, Gojoâah, S-Satoru. That sounds so strange.â
Hearing his first name on Nanamiâs tongue was euphoric. He wanted to hear it more. Hearing it made him feel as inebriated as if he had drank the entire pack of beer. It took away all of his inhibitionsâthe few that he hadâand lubricated his lips so that anything and everything he wanted to say spilled out.
âThey also said other things,â he continued, giving Nanamiâs shoulder a light squeeze. âThey called you a DILF.â
âA DILF? Whatâs that?â Nanami cringed. âOr do I even want to know?â
Satoru tapped his chin to feign thinking. âHm, I think you do. To, you know, decide the right punishment.â He leaned forward so that he was mere centimeters away from Nanamiâs ear before whispering, âDaddy Iâd like to fuck.â
He leaned back quickly as if Nanami would strike him, putting his hands up as he laughed. âCrazy, right?â
However, Nanami was silent. He was a statue, his eyes solidly on the floor in front of him. He was so still that Satoru looked to the remote to see if it was a curse that had somehow paused the sorcerer.
âI mean, youâre not even that much older than them, and theyâre calling you daddy,â Satoru continued amidst the awkward and unnerving silence. âDaddy. Funny, isnât it?â
Nanami showed no emotion. Instead, he shot to his feet and turned off the TV. âI think you should go home.â
No. NO. Satoru couldnât believe what he was seeing. A harmless joke turned into him getting kicked out of Nanamiâs apartment. He never thought Nanami would actually kick him out, especially in such a callous way. He floundered for any way to fix the situation, coming up short. Nanami didnât stick around to wait for Satoru to leave, instead walking away to his bedroom.
There was only one thing Satoru could think of that could stop Nanami in his tracks. It had been the reason why he so callously left, but desperation grew like a mold in Satoruâs chest, leaving him unable to breathe or move until he got what he wanted from Nanami: attention. Validation. Anything that wasnât him walking to his bedroom, alone.
âDaddy, wait!â
Nanami came to a halt halfway through a step, stuttering forward like an unoiled machine. His back was wide and on full display in that T-shirt, and even underneath it, Satoru could see how tightly he was holding his shoulders, his muscles prominent. He had succeeded in getting Nanami to stop: but why? And now what?
However, that question was quickly answered when Nanami turned slightly, and those sweatpants Satoru had been so in love with gave away exactly what had Nanami rushing away so rapidly. His hand was covering most of it, but the grayness put on full display the prominent shadow of Nanamiâs erection. Satoru found himself gawking at it for much too long, and when Nanami cleared his throat, his eyes flickered up to the blondâs face emblazoned with a blush whose color rivaled a tomato.
Oh. So it was true. Nanami did have a daddy kink.
The realization, when it finally hit, felt like a semi-truck had run over him. He had already been recovering from Nanami clarifying that he wasnât a virgin (who had he had sex with? Who?), but the reveal that a kink that was largely said as a joke was trueâŠit was enough to leave Satoru breathless.
âI really think you should leave,â Nanami mumbled, turning his back to Satoru again as he began to walk toward his room. âIâve embarrassed myself enough.â
Nanami embarrassing himself was unthinkable. The display had been the opposite of embarrassing: it was incredibly arousing. Then again, everything about Nanami was arousing to Satoru. It was time for Satoru to embarrass himself.
He stood up, nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen in his brain. He hadnât been breathing properly, and all of the blood in his body had been diverted to his groin. None of his bodily functions were working properly, except for his dick. And all of his best decisions were made when controlled by his dick.
âYou havenât embarrassed yourself, Nanamin,â he said, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. âIâŠIâve been looking for a way to get you like this for so long. ToâŠbe excited. So, itâs okay, daddy.â
He leveled his gaze at Nanami before sliding off his blindfold so that he could see just how serious he was about the situation. His eyelids were heavy with lust as he slowly approached Nanami, his footsteps the only sound in the apartment for several moments. He stopped only a meter away from the sorcerer, sweeping a hand through his hair. âYouâve done the opposite of embarrassing yourself.â
Nanamiâs eyes dropped from Satoruâs face down to the sliver of skin revealed as he lifted his arm to his hair. He exhaled shakily before glancing off to the side as any sort of eye contact with Satoru proved too difficult. âYouâve been looking for a way to get me aroused?â Nanami shook his head and scoffed. âI thought you were joking this whole time.â
âWhat?â Satoru couldnât believe his ears. He was so shocked that he dropped the sex kitten act, outraged at Nanamiâs thick-headedness. âNanami, how many times did I explicitly ask you on a date? Told you I wanted to spend time with you, kiss you even? What is wrong with you?â
Nanamiâs eyes were owlish at Satoruâs exclamations, his mouth agape but with nothing coming out of it. He was rendered silent, watching as Satoru caught his breath from his impromptu bout of shouting. Finally, he swallowed and shook his head. âI thought you were kidding all these yearsâŠthat you didnât actually like meâŠthatâs why I never reciprocated. Because if I did, youâd be disgusted that I took you seriously.â
âLike you? Nanami, Iâm in love with you.â
The admission caught both Satoru and Nanami off guard. Satoru clapped a hand over his mouth, and Nanami dropped the hand covering his erection. He covered his mouth so that both men were mirroring each other in their surprise. The only thing that got either man to move was when Nanami saw Satoruâs eyes drop to his crotch, which was still tented in his sweatpants and fully visible.
âIn love, you say?â Nanami said, his voice dropping several octaves. âWhat does Satoru in love look like?â
Nanami may as well have been purring in Satoruâs ear with how gravelly his voice had grown. Satoruâs eyes grew dazed with desire, unable to focus on anything except the blond man right in front of him. This was happening. Nanami had reciprocated his feelings, feelings heâd supposedly had for years. That was the downside to being a responsible, stable man: Nanami would never put a relationship on the line because he had romantic feelings, unlike Satoru. If he had, they wouldâve been together much earlier. So, they simply had to make up for lost time.
âIt looks like this.â
Satoru was on Nanami in a flash, Nanami barely able to blink before he felt a pair of soft, warm lips on his. His hands raised in the air in surprise, but when he sensed Satoruâs arms draping over his shoulders, his fingertips slightly scraping his back, he brought his hands down and ghosted them over Satoruâs hips.
âYou can touch me, Nanamin,â Satoru mumbled against his lips before diving back into their ever-deepening kiss.
Nanami found himself clutching Satoruâs hips out of surprise when he felt Satoruâs tongue licking his bottom lip for unspoken permission to enter. Once he gained his bearings, he granted permission by invading Satoruâs mouth first, earning a delicious gasp and moan from him. He found his confidence and massaged his thumbs into Satoruâs hips bones, bringing him closer until their chests were pressed against each other.
âI can feel you,â Satoru said, grinding his crotch against Nanamiâs and licking his lips at the deep groan that vibrated in the blondâs throat. He could clearly feel the outline of Nanamiâs erection against his thigh, and it only made him that much more dizzyingly aroused. There was nothing that could get him off his high now, except for an earth-shatteringly good orgasm.
He lowered his hand to Nanamiâs erection, brushing his knuckles over it before grasping it gently with his full palm.
âA-ah, Gojo-sanâŠâ he sighed, his fingertips sinking into the tenderness of Satoruâs hips. âThat feelsââ
âGood?â Satoru whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of Nanamiâs lips. âI want you to feel good, daddy.â
âJesus,â Nanami exhaled harshly, his hands raising to grip Satoruâs shoulders. âI never thought that would get me this way. But of course, itâs only with you. You always make me this way.â
Only when Nanamiâs words echoed in Satoruâs mind did he understand the implications of what he had said. Always. Had he accidentally turned Nanami on some other time? Did Nanami think about him sexually? Did he dream about him? The mere thought of Nanami jerking off to him was enough to have him dropping to his knees, face-to-face with the giant tent in those sweatpants that doubled as lingerie with how sexual they were.
âGojo-san, wait,â Nanami said, his voice laced with panic. His hands wavered in the air much as they did when Satoru first kissed him before settling one of them on Satoruâs head, his fingers tangling in his hair. âYouâŠyou donât have to do this.â
Satoru almost laughed at the suggestion that he was doing this for Nanami. No, he had dreamed about having that giant cock in his mouth ever since the first time he had seen Nanamiâs transformation. After bidding goodbye to him that day, he went home and masturbated furiously at the faraway dream that he be able to fuck Nanamiâor rather, get Nanami to fuck him so beautifully that heâd never be able to be satisfied without him. Who could have predicted that that faraway dream would be right in front of him one day?
âI want to,â Satoru said. Heâd never been more truthful than in that moment.
He traced the top of the sweatpantsâ waistband, glancing up at Nanami for permission. When all Nanami could do was grip Satoruâs hair tighter and stare at him expectantly, Satoru didnât waste any more time. He took both hands and carefully pulled down the sweatpants, but they hitched on Nanamiâs erection with how pronounced it was. The visual left Satoru salivating in anticipation, and when he finally was able to pull the sweatpants over his erection, his breath hitched in his throat when he saw that Nanami didnât have any underwear on.
âDo you always go commando?â Satoru asked, causing Nanami to cover his face with the hand that wasnât buried in Satoruâs hair. âOr were you expecting me?â
âWhen I sleep, yes,â Nanami replied, his voice muffled by his hand. Satoru thought it endearing that he could see the blush trickling down his neck to his shoulders, even blotching the top of his chest peeking out from his shirt. Everything about Nanami was delicious to look at.
âEasier for me,â Satoru said before turning his attention to the very thing heâd been daydreaming about for years.
He gripped the base of it with a hand, but it was so large that it made it look no smaller. It left Satoru somewhat intimidatedâif he could barely fit it in his mouth, how would it go inside him? Regardless, itâd have to work. He wasnât going to be leaving himself or Nanami with blue balls. He would be draining them, hopefully multiple times.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, he gave the head an experimental lick. Nanami groaned at that simple touch, and Satoru peered up at him as he got used to the salty taste of precome on his tongue. His Adamâs apple was prominent in his throat as his head lolled backward, the sight pushing Satoru forward to do more. He needed Nanami lost in pleasure, getting so drunk on sex with him that he wouldnât regret a second of it when they were done.
He stuck out his tongue and took Nanamiâs cock in one fell swoop, getting about halfway down before his gag reflex kicked in. He squeezed his thumb in his fist to abate it, breathing in deeply before continuing his journey down Nanamiâs cock. Just when he felt like his dinner was about to come up, his nose nuzzled into Nanamiâs neatly trimmed pubic hair, and he stayed there for a moment, enjoying the fullness in his throat and the tightness of Nanamiâs grip on his hair, his scalp burning, before drawing away and coughing to the side. He inhaled sharply as he jerked Nanami off with all the new saliva coating his cock, leading to lasciviously wet sounds echoing alongside Nanamiâs sinful groans.
âYouâre incredible,â Nanami murmured, his hand trailing to Satoruâs chin and tipping it up.
He wiped away a trail of spit before his thumb rested on Satoruâs bottom lip, swiping alongside it. His eyes twinkled with fascination when Satoru opened it obediently, those eyes of diamonds settling on him with such a heated gaze, it had his cock twitching. Experimentally, he pushed his thumb into Satoruâs mouth, pressing down on his tongue with curiosity. He sucked in a sharp breath when Satoruâs tongue enveloped his thumb and gave it a warm welcome, bringing his lips around it and sucking on it dutifully.
âDid you learn this somewhere?â Nanami asked, although he quickly found that he didnât want to know the answer.
âNo,â Satoru replied, leaving Nanami at ease. âYou made me this way, daddy.â
âOh, you little minx,â Nanami said, but he couldnât hide the groan or weakness in his knees when Satoru returned to giving his cock the royal treatment.
Satoru polished the cock as if it were his last meal, making sure no part was left unattended. A string of saliva hung from his chin as he bobbed his head back and forth, stroking the parts he couldnât reachâwhich with the size of Nanamiâs cock, were significant. He groaned with each tug Nanami gave his hair, his voice vibrating around the cock, which then had Nanami groaning and tugging more in response. It was a brutal pleasure loop that had Nanami slightly bucking his hips forward into the warm hole surrounding his cock, much to Satoruâs delight.
Satoru popped off Nanamiâs cock, keeping it warm with both of his hands as he stared up at Nanami. âYou can fuck my mouth, you know,â he said, opening his mouth to reveal his perfectly pink tongue and inviting throat. âDonât be scared, daddy.â
Each time Satoru used the pet name, it sent rivulets of electricity down Nanamiâs spine. He didnât know when he first developed this kinkâall he knew was that he found himself clicking on a gay porn video with a man whose body looked just like Satoru, and he called out âdaddyâ over and over to the hunk of a man fucking him into the mattress. Ever since then, he searched high and low for videos of men crying out âdaddy,â men who all resembled Satoru in one way or another.
The second he heard Satoru use it for the first time only twenty minutes ago, he thought he was hallucinating. He thought that somehow the beer he drank was poisoned or laced with magic mushrooms, anything that would make more sense than Satoru Gojo calling him daddy. But then he said it again, and again. And again.
And now that Satoru was on his knees, sucking his cock so prettily with those flushed cheeks on pale skin and cherry-red lips stretched around his girth, calling him daddy in that wonderfully low, hoarse voice, it took everything inside Nanami not to pull out his phone and record. This was infinitely better than any video he had watched previously. No, there was no competition. He would never watch another porno again now that he had Satoru in the palm of his hand.
Or rather, on his cock.
âYou asked for it,â he said, a deep growl in his throat as he fortified his grip on Satoruâs hair and slowly drove his hips further into his mouth. âS-shitâŠâ
Satoru moaned around Nanamiâs cock again at the sound of Nanami cursing, something he hardly did. But he was making him feel so good that he couldnât help but let a curse slip. It was invigorating.
Nanami soon picked up speed, bucking his hips forward into Satoruâs mouth and down his throat. He felt himself falling into pleasure-fueled hysteria, no longer able to control his hips as he thrust into his mouth with full force, feeling Satoruâs nose bump against his lower stomach each time. The wet squelching sounds coming from Satoruâs throat were downright salacious, and his face and Nanamiâs cock were a mess of precome and spit. Satoru raised trembling hands before setting them on Nanamiâs thighs, sinking his fingertips into his quads and leaving behind crescent-shaped tattoos.
âF-fuck, Iâm close, Satoru,â Nanami gasped, throwing his head back as he continued using Satoruâs head like a fleshlight. âLet me just pull ouââ
Hearing his name in Nanamiâs mouth made Satoru go as crazy as Nanami did over being called daddy. He wanted nothing less than for Nanami to leave his mouth empty. His throat was rubbed raw, and heâd been fighting his gag reflex with every fiber of his being, but the pain hardly compared to the orgasmic pleasure he was feeling in his groin. So, he moved his hands to Nanamiâs ass and pushed him forward so he had no choice but to stay inside Satoruâs mouth.
âS-Satoruâ! If you do that, Iâm going toâŠnghâŠcoming!â
Satoruâs eyes rolled up into his head as the combination of his scalp burning from Nanamiâs tight hold on his hair and the semen pouring down his throat hit him. He was finally tasting Nanamiâs semen, and while it certainly wasnât creme brĂ»lĂ©e, it was everything he had dreamed about and more. Satoru was certainly a playboy before he got attached to Nanami, but Nanami had thoroughly turned him into a downright whore.
After gulping down what felt like multiple loads of semen, Satoru slowly slid off Nanamiâs cock with a pop and wiped away the mess of come and spit mixing on his chin and down his neck. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyelashes glued together from tears that streamed down his cheeks. The more Nanami gazed down at him, the more he felt himself grow harder again despite orgasming only a minute ago.
He reached down and wiped a stray tear away from Satoruâs cheek before bringing it up to his mouth and licking it.
âHow many people have you practiced that with?â he asked, although he didnât want to know the real answer. Satoru knew to play along, and he loved that about him.
âNobody, daddy,â Satoru said, rising to his feet and pressing his chest against Nanamiâs. âI promise.â
âYouâfuck.â Nanami couldnât help the breathless curse that left his lips. He gave Satoru a once-over, taking in his cotton sweater and black slacks, before grabbing him by the neck and tossing him onto the sofa. He loved looking at Satoru clothed, but at that moment, he needed him naked, and fast. âYou showered before this, right?â
âYesâŠâ Satoru trailed off as he watched with poorly concealed excitement as Nanami undid his jeans and ripped them off in one fell swoop, leaving him in his special briefs. They bordered on womenâs underwear with how small they were, but they were white cotton, still having that masculine edge while poorly hiding his weeping erection. He had nearly orgasmed just from having Nanamiâs cock stretching his throat, and the evidence was plain as day looking at his briefs.
âIâŠI also prepped,â Satoru said sheepishly, his hand trailing between his legs. âYou donât have to do anything. You can justâŠfuck me.â
He pressed a finger to his hole, still clothed by his briefs. He stifled a gasp, remembering how thoroughly he fingered himself in the shower before walking over to Nanamiâs. He knew Nanami had a big cock, just by the virtue of his beingâbut seeing it in person was something else. Insecurity sunk in as he realized he may not have been as prepped as needed.
Luckily, Nanami didnât think Satoru prepping himself was enough. He needed to take it upon himself to pleasure his partner back, the partner he had yearned after for so long and who was now indulging in his most embarrassing kink.
âCome here,â Nanami commanded, grabbing Satoruâs hips and pulling him down. He then raised Satoruâs hips up into the air so that his ass was flush with his face. He licked a line from Satoruâs clothed cock down to his ass, pressing his tongue into the fabric until he could feel the throbbing hole lying past that thin barrier.
âA-ah, daddy, wait! That feelsâhahâŠâ
âGood?â Nanami asked, echoing Satoruâs previous purr. âSo you knew that weâd be doing this tonight. Did you come over fully intending on seducing me?â
Satoru covered his face with a forearm, but his blush radiated past that. âYeah, I did. Does that make youâŠdisgusted?â
âDisgusted?â Nanami sounded appalled just at the thought of being disgusted that the man heâd been in love with for so long had wanted to have sex with him so badly he prepped himself before forcing himself into his coworkerâs apartment, prepared to put his feelings on the table and their relationship on the line. Luckily for Nanami, Satoru was a bold motherfucker.
âIt makes me want to eat you up,â he finished before pulling the briefs aside and diving into Satoruâs heat. He kissed a trail from Satoruâs balls down his perineum and finally, while listening to the symphony that was Satoruâs moans, licked the hole heâd be using and abusing very, very soon.
âYes, yes! Fuck, that feels soâŠngh, goodâŠâ Satoru couldnât help embarrassing himself over and over, and Nanamiâs neighbors would certainly hate him after that night. But he had dreamed about this moment for so long that he couldnât help being overdramatic, couldnât help wanting to let Nanami know how truly grateful and excited he was to have his coworker eating him out.
Nanami licked and sucked, trailing a hand to Satoruâs cock to stroke him there, too. He pressed a thumb into the head of his cock as he slid his tongue inside him, driving Satoru wild. He watched from his peripheral vision as one of Satoruâs hands gripped the bedsheets while the other came to rest on Nanamiâs head, gripping his hair in much the same way as Nanami did with him.
âIâm close, daddy, Iâm close,â Satoru breathed, his eyes fluttering closed to process his pleasure. However, he didnât want the night to end like this. He opened an eye and peered around his hips in the air to see Nanamiâs cock standing at attention as if he hadnât just orgasmed a few minutes ago. After all the excitement that night, Satoru wasnât sure if heâd be able to keep going after one orgasmâand he wasnât about to leave Nanami unattended.
âDaddy, fuck me. Fuck me, please. Now.â He wasnât pleading anymore. He was demanding.
Nanami lifted his head from between Satoruâs legs, savoring the heat of his now-loverâs thighs pressed against his ears. He turned his head and sunk his teeth into the soft inner flesh of Satoruâs thigh, eliciting a yelp from the other as Nanami licked around the bite to seal the deal.
âAre you sure?â he murmured against Satoruâs thigh while gazing at him. âI donât think Iâll be able to hold back.â
Satoru reached down to his discarded pants on the floor and rifled through one of the pockets, bringing out a condom. Or, what looked like just one condom, before he let the entire roll of about six condoms drop down.
He smirked as he watched Nanamiâs face fall. âIâm hoping you donât.â
He winked as he tossed the stack to Nanami, who set down Satoruâs hips in favor of ripping a single condom packet away from the stack. An entire stack; Satoru couldnât be serious. But as Nanami swung his gaze back over to the sorcerer, he realized that his playboy label was still trueâhis sights were set solely on Nanami at that moment. He was insatiable, as evidenced by him spreading his pretty, slender legs dusted with pink blush and a deep bite mark, knowing full well what that would unlock inside Nanami.
âYouâre a drug, Satoru Gojo,â Nanami mumbled. âNot only prepping yourself, but keeping an entire roll of condomsâŠyou are one conniving bastard.â
Saying his seniorâs full name without honorifics and calling him names were still strange to him. But when he saw how Satoruâs cock twitched after what he said, he realized just how much of a turn-on either saying his name or being called names could be. Perfect.
âThen come have me,â Satoru said, holding out his arms as he watched Nanami tear a condom wrapper and slide it onto his cock. âHowever many times you like.â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game,â Nanami said, guiding his cock to Satoruâs entrance and pressing the head to the rim. Just that small touch had both men breathless, their chests rising and falling erratically to compensate.
âI love games,â was all that Satoru could reply with before Nanami pushed inside. The next thing that came out of Satoruâs mouth was a whiny moan, his trembling legs crossing behind Nanamiâs back and pushing him even further inside him.
âGojo-saânnâŠyouâre tight,â Nanami breathed, his arms faltering in their hold on the couch. He nearly collapsed on top of Satoru but managed to keep himself up, one of his arms gripping one of the couch pillows while the other drifted to Satoru's thigh. He ran his fingers up and down that trembling thigh, raking his fingertips until they created light red trails on his pallid skin.
âF-feelsâŠfeels so good, daddy,â Satoru said, his voice hitching in his throat with how much every synapse in his body was on fire. It hurt, the stretching sensation from Nanamiâs large cock making Satoru bite his lip. But the sheer pleasure he felt from finally being connected to Nanami, to know how his most intimate region felt inside him, to know the face Nanami made when he orgasmedâŠthe pain was secondary. âMoreâŠharder, please.â
Nanami wanted to do more. God, how he wanted to fuck Satoru senseless until he could no longer speak and anything that came out of his mouth were whimpers. But he wanted to admire his lover first, wanted to take in his first time with the man heâd been in love with for years.
He slowly trailed his hands underneath Satoruâs sweater, pushing it up so that those pretty pink nipples heâd seen whenever theyâd change in gym class or go to onsens together and had dreamed about. With a final push that fully buried his cock inside Satoru, he leaned over and took one of Satoruâs nipples between his teeth. His ears pricked at the sound of Satoruâs sweet gasp, and he dove in for more, sucking on the entire nipple while rolling the other between his fingers.
âThere isâŠtoo muchâŠâ Satoru couldnât object even if he tried. The stretching of his hole, the tickling sensation of his nipples sending ripples throughout his body, Nanamiâs heat draped over him, everything amassed into a wave that crested and crashed over Satoru when Nanami bit his nipple again. âToo much! C-comââ
Satoru barely finished his sentence before semen spurted from his cock and painted his stomach white. His walls clamped down completely onto Nanamiâs cock, causing him to groan and leaving any sort of movement impossible. Not that he wanted to move anywayâhe wanted nothing more than to watch Satoru in the throes of an orgasm so powerful, his entire body went still before breaking out into shakes. His back arched off the bed and his legs squeezed Nanamiâs waist so hard, heâd surely have bruises the next day.
Everything about Satoru was delectable. The more Nanami looked, the more he saw Satoruâs body as sweet: his nipples were strawberry-pink, his hole cherry-red, his skin milk-white.
âAre you alright, Gojo-san?â he asked sincerely once Satoru seemed to calm down, his chest rising and falling desperately to compensate for the lack of oxygen to his brain. He splayed a hand over Satoruâs chest, but the poor man was so oversensitive that he flinched away at the feather-like touch.
âF-fuck,â he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as he flung a forearm over his face. âThat wasâŠfuck.â
âYou orgasmed after I barely put it in,â Nanami remarked, his eyes falling to Satoruâs nipples. âAnd after I played with you here for a few seconds.â
His hand came to rest over one of Satoruâs pecs, his fingers bumping against the abused nipple and making Satoru squirm underneath him. His eyes flickered back to Satoruâs face with an uncharacteristic smirk.
âYouâre in for a long night, Satoru.â
Without another warning, he pulled out, leaving Satoru breathless, before slamming inside him, digging his fingers into Satoruâs waist.
âFuck! Ah, daddyâitâs too muchâŠâ Satoru cried, his arms flailing in the air before coming to rest on Nanamiâs shoulders.
Nanami leaned in slightly to make it easier for Satoru to hold onto him. âI thought you wanted more.â
Satoru pouted silently and turned his face away, but his pouting only lasted for a few seconds before Nanami thrust into him brutally again, enough for the wind to be knocked out of him. Except this time, Nanami gave him no breathing room, instead striking up a rhythm that had Satoru gasping for air with each thrust.
âOhângh! Yes, yes, moreâŠdaddyâŠ!â The new pet name settled over each man like an aphrodisiac, leaving Satoru hard again and Nanami throbbing inside his lover.
The combination of Satoruâs walls hugging him as if they never wanted to let go, Satoruâs moans, and Satoruâs beautiful expressions were enough to have Nanami fighting the crest of an orgasm from crashing over him. His rhythm gave him enough pleasure to leave his entire body buzzing, but it was punishing and left him racing to the finish. He was fucking into Satoru hard and fast, each thrust sending the couch a few centimeters to the right, the legs scraping against the floor. His fingers were already leaving bruises on Satoruâs svelte waist, and his thighs were littered with marks.
In the few seconds Nanami had left before he succumbed to orgasm, he leaned over and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Satoruâs neck, savoring the small cry Satoru let out. A shiver rattled each of Nanamiâs vertebrae at the sensation of Satoru raking his fingernails down his back desperately as if he was hanging on for dear life. After releasing the bite and licking it as a silent apology, he turned his attention to Satoruâs ear, licking the shell of it and drawing out another weepy cry from his lover.
âI love you, too, Satoru,â he whispered and smiled to himself when those three words seemed to lead to Satoruâs second orgasm of the night.
But Satoru wasnât orgasming alone. Nanami was right behind him, his hand shooting out to grip the couchâs arm for support as he slammed into Satoru once, twice, before filling the condom to the brim. He let out a shaky groan, his eyes squeezing shut tightly enough for white stars to break out in his vision.
âI feel itâŠI feel you,â Satoru whispered, his fingers releasing their hold on Nanamiâs back and replacing it with a feather-like touch as he traced shapes into his skin. âInside me. When was the last time youâŠâ
Satoru swallowed thickly, thoroughly exhausted after his orgasmsâthe second of which ended up being completely dry. Nanami made him feel so good that his body couldnât even keep up with semen production to go along with his orgasms. It made Satoruâs eyes drift to the roll of condoms and wonder how many more Nanami could fill up.
âA long, long time,â Nanami replied, slowly opening his eyes after what felt like eons.
His vision was bright at first before adjusting to the living room light. Once his eyes adjusted, he lowered them to his lover and was met with Satoruâs magnificent eyes staring up at him expectantly. He hadnât masturbated in a few weeks at least, having been too busy with work, curses, and teaching to sit down and watch porn. Besides, heâd exhausted his specific niche of Satoru-lookalikes crying out daddy, and he couldnât get off to any other video. Satoru had captured not only Nanamiâs heart but also his attention. Nobody else was comparable to his Satoru Gojo.
âWell,â Satoru said, his hand moving to the back of Nanamiâs neck to bring him down for a kiss. After a shallow kiss, he rested his forehead against Nanamiâs and smiled. âPrepare to do it again. And again.â
Nanamiâs eyes shifted to the condoms. âNow?â
Satoru licked his lips. âNow, daddy.â
Nanami asked no more questions after that.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#jjk smut#jjk fanfic#jjk satoru#jjk nanami#nanami kento#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk kento#nanago#jjk nanago#fanfic#fanfiction#jjk fanfiction#nanami smut#nanami x gojo
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creating stories
Jimmy: So, everyone, what does a story NEED?
Grian: A character! Martyn: A setting! Pearl, a gleam in their eyes, in a near-whisperL REVENGE.
 DOUBLE POST TODAY Because i'm posting a redo of an old chapter as well. These may become a common thing :>
Redo of the first chapter! Second new incorrect quote will be out later!
This is set in their highschool years, all siblings.
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Jimmyâs whole class had been told by their English teacher that he had to go home and explain what made a good story to his family. For homework. And whilst most kids werenât going to do it, Jimmy was DEFINITELY going to do it. What if the teacher asked his siblings? And they would totally rat him out.Â
Anyway, Jimmy had forced all 3 of his siblings to sit in the front room and listen to him. Grian, 16, had zoned out ages ago and was just tapping his knuckles on the table. Martyn, 19, did not want to be there as he wasnât even in school anymore, but Jimmy had threatened to cry. So. Pearl, 13, was apparently loving it.
Jimmy, 12, had been ranting about what a story needed for the past hour. And finally decided to test if his siblings had been listening. âSo, can any of you tell me what a good story NEEDS?âHe hummed, waving his hands around dramatically. After no one responded, he picked on the first one he saw, which unfortunately was- âGrian, you go first!â
Grian, realising he had been called upon, shot his head up, after a couple of seconds and processing the question he responded, âAh. Characters?â
âYes, Very good! Martyn?â
Martyn, as quick as always, had been listening the whole time, âA setting.â
Jimmy smiled, happy that at least one of his siblings was listening to him. âAh, see itâs not that hard guys! Now, pearl-â Jimmyâs sentence stopped as he stared at the girl. âPearl.?â
The young girl was smiling like she was on a sugar high, crouched over her paper as she doodled down what seemed to be a character plan, completely unaware of what was happening around her. âPeeaarrlll! Were you listening to me?â Jimmy complained, yelling at her.
She looked up at the yell, âOf course I was listening!âAfter a couple seconds, after realising they were probably waiting for her to respond to Jimmyâs earlier question. Which she had not heard, she added. âWhat was the question again?âÂ
Jimmy sighed sadly, âWhat does a good story need?â The girl responded immediately with no hesitation, âOh, obviously every good story needs some REVENGE!âShe giggled madly to herself. Oh yea, they definitely needed to get their sister checked out for.. Something. No way she was completely sane in that head of hers.
After a few minutes of silence Martyn stood up, â-Right, Well I think thatâs enough for one day. Jimmy, we will tell your teacher you did the homework.âHe patted the boy on the head as he left the room.
#grian#hermitcraft#sleepy0s#pearlescentmoon#evo smp#martyn inthelittlewood#jimmy solidarity#scarlet pearl#skyblings
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I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun
#sorry if anyone sees these im tired of using my personal discord servet to vent. i always spiral too much#anyways i have an idea for a good poem to write for class because of recent events#ughhhh idk i just wish i wasnt so annoying about asking if i can open ip to people#or if someone would just ask if i was okay. i mean actually id probably lie i am not actually good at being open.#but like hey idk it feels nice to feel like people genuinely want to know#ughhhhfhfhf i do this to myself sometimes JSHSJSKDJDJD#welp its just how life goes. i feel lonely all the time and i soldier on#surely helping the next person will make me feel better! nope. surely helping yhis next person will make me feel better! nope. surely-#tgats me. thats what i sound like#yeah idk it feels like everyone is going through something worse than me so itd be a moral failing on my part#to ask them if i could just like. feel bad. noticeably#not even talk about it just look down and out of it for a day#yknow i emailed one of my teachers asking permission to go by a new preferred name#this is at like. a massive very queer and trans art school.#and i asked him permission to do this#and i was joking with my friends about how pathetic i sounded in it#and one of them patted me on the head and said âthere there buddyâ like very jokingly#but i almost cried because thats the first time in so long someone has like. really tried to comfort me#or shown me much physical affection#my mom gives me hugs and stuff but thats always about her. i dont blame her shes got a lot of stuff going on#but idk its really selfish of me but i just wanna have people see me and feel bad for me and it be about my pain for a little while#ill get over it im just being a teenager but shit god fucking damnit#i just want a break from feeling like my world is falling apart#then getting some footing#then it falling apart again#okay i feel a bit better now better stop the complain train JDJDJSKSJD#hey why do i never hear that it rhymes and everything thays so good#damn i gotta use that more#welp weve reached our stop sorry if anyone ever read thjs. hope you have a nice day tho lol
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âhotter than jennifer lawrence, you say?â
nanami can tell that gojoâs having a hard time holding back his laughter as his student nods enthusiastically. this is the last time heâll ever let them drag him out for a meal again.
âyeah! and oh manâŠâÂ
the blond chokes when yuuji gestures vaguely at his chest. this is why he never stays at the school over his lunch hour.Â
gojo, wisely, pats the boy on the shoulder as nanami coughs. âalright, thatâs enough out of you. even though i agree, you better stop before the vein in nanaminâs forehead bursts.â
the conversation grinds to a halt, gojo visibly stiffening as nanami's gaze narrows dangerously. âdid you just sayâŠthat you agree?â
before gojo can open his mouth to defend himself, yuuji pipes up once more to add fuel to the fire.
âbut itâs true!â the boy insists through a mouthful of food. âiâve never had a teacher as hot asââ
âas hot as who?â you ask, suddenly standing at the end of their little table.
yuuji shuts up immediately, face turning as pink as his hair and he averts his gaze to the table and mumbles no one under his breath.Â
nanami watches gojo beam up at you, then very bravely lets his eyes drift down to your chest for a split second.
but itâs a split second too long, and nanami is about to reach across the table and knock teacher and studentâs idiot heads together when you lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.
âcome on, love,â you say, smiling sweetly. âyou promised youâd take me to that new dessert shop in the city.â
heâd made no such promise, but he gets up to follow you anyway, stripping his thick, autumn coat off and draping it over your shoulders.
with that, he wraps a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.Â
âyuuji,â he begins. âthis is my fiancĂ©e. she teaches at the school.â
you glance up at him, confused. âyes, we know each other, iâve taughtââ
âweâll be off,â he cuts in, sending gojo a sharp look before guiding you out of the restaurant.Â
he doesnât let go of your waist until youâve walked at least a block. itâs only then that he exchanged your waist for your hand.
heâs suddenly very wary of any other pedestrians looking at you, wondering if theyâre thinking about whatâs meant to be for his eyes and mind only.
âat first you looked like you needed saving in there,â you hum, using your free hand to hold onto his arm. âbutâŠit seemed like they did, with the way you were glaring at them.â
âi wasnât glaring,â he lies.
âyou glare, darling. you may not notice it, but others certainly do. shoko calls it resting bitch faceââ
âi do not have a resting bitch face. this is myâŠthinking face.â
âoh? then what were you thinking about?â you inquire.
âyou,â he tells you truthfully. âand how lucky i am to have somebody so beautiful to come home to. someone hotter than jennifer lawrence, even.â
you smile into the kiss he leans down to press to your lips, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer and murmurïżœïżœ
âyouâre going to get very lucky tonight.â
#nanami x reader#he sends a video to gojo that night...#nanami kento x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff
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â FOREIGNER
How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.
â starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's
â tags. fluff, first meetings, pining
â warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint
â requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)
â notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol
daichi is whipped for you from the start
he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you
he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off
he loses his backbone whenever you're around
he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows
when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon
he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily
he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"
the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately
he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair
overall, he's super soft with you :)
sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.
kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.
when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumbânot to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.
"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."
the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"
at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."
daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet youâi'm sawamura daichi."
when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.
"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.
your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.
"hey, heyâwhy are you so red?"
"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."
koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little
he couldn't help itâwhen he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao
he fumbles a bit in front of you
he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long
when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better
and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better
the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you
he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL
the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes
wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there
his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before
he really wants you to think he's cool
but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot
suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.
you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.
you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.
"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.
your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"
thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."
koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"
you wince, "no."
"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."
when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.
eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"
koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."
honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet
he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him
you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred
and even then, your conversations are short
he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you
don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you
you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him
when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class
you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework
shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out
as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit
he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears
he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games
he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you
he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways
will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together
azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.
several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expectedâyou exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.
he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.
it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.
he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.
he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."
"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.
there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.
even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.
"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."
as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.
as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet
he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as youânot even kiyoko (which says a lot)
at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it
he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform
he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'
you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol
though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer
he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something
during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you
you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform
he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas
he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit
your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown
after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance
shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot
he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you
he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand
he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you
nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.
"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."
yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movieâhe swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.
he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."
"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"
your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.
even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.
you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.
oh ryuu. typical ryuu.
the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped
like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet
he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face
eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away
when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you
of course, a man can't change overnight
he still flirts with you, and with other womenâhe can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces
however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you
he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)
when you become close friends, you become his person
he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent
he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan
he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)
it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you
tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.
it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.
"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."
there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"
ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.
the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.
ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."
he at least has the grace to blush.
to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later
it's not because you're related to shoyo it is
he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao
you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo
the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh
it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)
he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh
like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified
so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague
when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)
your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you
he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads
you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think
it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court
slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)
kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.
of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.
the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.
tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.
he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.
later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.
you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."
tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.
when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.
you and kei barely interacted at first tbh
he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really
even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye
after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol
but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student
your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered
you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him
however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions
to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk
"can't you see you're bothering them?"
the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone
your relationship with him from then on is odd
there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it
he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often
if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)
when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height
making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)
tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistenceâfor team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.
"shoyo! sho!"
the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?
shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where'sâ"
before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"
you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.
"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.
you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.
as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidenceâyou don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.
my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3
he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face
he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol
"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"
"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("
becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be
it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice
the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you
he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture
i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck
the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest
you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei
the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL
kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware
he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you
the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him
yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.
he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.
although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.
"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.
even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.
"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.
"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"
"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."
he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousinâthe boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.
your first meeting with keishin is awkward
ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you
he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it
you don't have much of a relationship at firstâyour work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often
the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression
he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin
he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades
when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face
"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"
to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)
you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store
it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh
"you wanna share that?"
he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him
keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you
ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.
"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.
as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.
"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.
you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.
when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."
he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"
keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"
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i was raised by a catholic deacon so as a kid - maybe ages 7 to 14 - i would have told you that abortion was only okay in exception cases like rape. i didn't even really understand any of the terms at play here, only how to parrot that there were "few and far between" exceptions, but abortion-as-a-whole was irresponsible and evil. i believed it was a bad form of birth control.
for context's sake - i still had a flip phone. google wasn't really a thing back then. the whole narrative was akin to the apostle's creed: i don't know that i ever thought about what the words meant, only that this was what i was supposed to say when asked. i remember being in 4th grade and having it down pat - abortion is evil, except in cases such as rape. my father wasn't insensitive, after all - he acknowledged there might be medical necessity to end a life.
what changed was that at 14 i learned how hard it is to prove that a rape has happened.
it was a boy, actually. and his piano teacher. and him telling me, crying, that nobody believed him that he didn't want it. and what if she gets pregnant?
this is the mark in a lot of our lives: at some point, someone will confide in you, and then you see exactly how often it happens. how it happens so fucking loudly, and nobody says anything. how often your friends, nervous, will shakily admit that while they love their partner, there are a few times that they didn't really consent, that they didn't really want it. for others, there are nights half-remembered in bars. for others, they married their partner at 15, so now it's "fine", legally. for others, there are yes moments that felt like a no. there were no moments that were never acknowledged. you say no but are told you actually said yes because of what you were wearing or because he is good at swimming and his life would be ruined or because he's a nice guy or -
in the last 8 years, my father has become radicalized. he now believes in "no exceptions".
but the truth is that there was never going to be a true "exception" clause. there was never going to be a grey area. i am not even really sure they believe in the concept of rape. and if they did - how would you ever prove it? in the six weeks you have to state your case - when it takes years in a court of law - the "rape exception" would simply evaporate under the continued pregnancy. you were never going to have a moment where you could privately tell a doctor - it's because of a rape. there was no box you could check. there was no form you could file. it was always going to be assumed consensual until proven malignant. it was always going to be your fault.
they also knew they couldn't actually sell the rest of us on this idea of it's always blessed. they knew in their hearts that every pregnancy should be wanted. they knew going in that plenty of us - even raised catholic, even having had this shoved down our throats - plenty of us still had too many questions about what ifs.
it's just they just didn't want to come off as monsters. they patted our heads and taught us they weren't insensitive. they just had these beliefs. and then they put their hands on our bodies. and said if you don't listen, i'm going to force them.
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title: i've changed, won't you see?
pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader
summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.
tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread
(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)
wc: ~4k
your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.
they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.
"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"
"quirkless don't do anything."
your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"
in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..
once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.
blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.
were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.
but katsuki remembered so much more.
the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?
his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.
he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.
he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?
finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.
you didn't respond to them either.
katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.
he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.
one that wouldn't disappear.
he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?
but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.
your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.
your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.
the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.
you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.
you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.
yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.
he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.
everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.
that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.
with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.
because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.
he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.
"[name], uh-- this is your work."
you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.
he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,
and he couldn't even apologize.
- - -
U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.
as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.
nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.
katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.
he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.
but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.
he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.
a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.
you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.
he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.
he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.
he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.
"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.
as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.
he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."
he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."
"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"
his heart jumped into his throat.
"uh.. we did."
"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"
"i definitely don't think so."
"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."
"uh-- i--"
"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.
it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.
he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.
he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."
your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.
"i know this is a lot but,
can we be friends?"
he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.
in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.
he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.
"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."
he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.
he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.
after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.
"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.
"what makes you ask?"
"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."
she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."
"then i'll take you."
"you don't have t--"
"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."
"i..
okay, okay bakugo."
"katsuki."
you smiled, "katsuki."
going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.
he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.
you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.
he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.
a penthouse.
as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.
you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.
he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."
the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.
"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"
at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"
you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.
"of course i want you to come,
katsuki."
you signed his name differently than other times,
you'd finally made a name for him.
he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.
but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."
"okay, that's good."
"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.
you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.
"sure, okay."
he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.
the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.
he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.
but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.
"'suki. g'morning."
his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."
after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.
"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.
he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."
and he did walk you home, hand in hand.
those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.
he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?
is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?
he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.
he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.
he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.
it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.
on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.
the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.
also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.
you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.
you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.
you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.
what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.
you'd never been so happy.
the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.
the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.
you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.
you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.
the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.
your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.
you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.
you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.
a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.
you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.
"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.
"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.
the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.
your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.
your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.
your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.
"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.
"kats--"
"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.
"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.
i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.
that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.
i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.
not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.
i guess what i'm trying to say is..
sorry, and.. i love you [name].
you don't have to--"
he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.
it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.
"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.
and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.
i really care for you too katsuki."
the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.
your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.
seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.
he thinks he was born to make you happy.
the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.
a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.
"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."
"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."
he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.
he wished he pushed you more.
he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.
you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.
you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.
but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.
you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.
katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.
he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.
why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.
when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..
scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.
it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.
you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?
you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.
after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..
until he saved you from yourself.
you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.
but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.
he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.
you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"
you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.
you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.
little did you know, he was thinking about you too.
the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.
it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.
"can i come in?"
you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.
"katsuki i--"
"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.
"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.
it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."
"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."
"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."
a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.
"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."
he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.
he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.
"wanna take this back to my place?"
he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.
you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.
he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.
he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.
he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.
...
but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.
he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,
and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.
you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.
he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,
with a kiss.
#watched this the other day and cried again#lilac speaksê§#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo#bakugo x y/n#bakugo katuski#bakugo x you#bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#bakugo drabble#mha x you#bakugo oneshot#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki
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YOU MAKE ME GO CRAZY OVER YOU !!
àšà§Â -âș hey, that boy over there..isn't he the most popular student athlete on campus? how did you two meet, anyway?
pair -âș jock/athlete! enhypen x fem! reader | wc -âș 3.5k (700 per member) | no warnings! | library
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â LEE HEESEUNG
im gonna sigh dreamily when i say heâs most DEF basketball captain.Â
yes ik i wrote about this in wrong number i dont CARE i will say it with my whole chestÂ
DORK DORK DORK but cute dork with lethal face card. smirks after making yet another basket and winks at you
age old question how tf did yall meet!!!Â
you pass by the gym and some guy on the way stops to talk to youÂ
like âhey i know you from somewhereâ
âyes heeseung we were partners from a project two weeks ago how do you not remember..âÂ
heâs embarrassed asf especially because he remembers a lot of peopleâs names
after that he wants to be in your good graces and be friends
totally not because he remembered how you did a lot of the work for said project no complaints!!
and he doesnât want you to rat him out to the teacher⊠or tell other people heâs not friendly
âhey y/n, come to my game? iâll do better if youâre there :)âÂ
you go only because you needed to complete an assignment while you were there at school anywaysÂ
but sometimes youâd see him laughing with his friends, or how serious he is on court and woah, heeseung looks cool for once
you wait for him after because you figured he needed you for somethingÂ
âawh, you wanted for me?â âi could be doing much better things.â âawh, come on y/n letâs get some ice cream! my treat since we get to spend time togetherâÂ
heâs annoying but you let him tag around because he doesnât bother you LOL
more under the cut!
drags you along when he practices alone so he can have some company
you like the company and the white noise too
you definitely doubt if he likes you because he is SUCH A FLIRT but no he DOES! he writes a confession on a basketball and âmissesâ so you can catch it
you pass it back without seeing the messageÂ
but heeseung keeps missing and it almost hits you on the head and youâre like âdude you SUCK hello??â he says âoh lol maybe itâs the ballâ byee why was he smooth with it!!!!
you check the message and roll your eyesÂ
âif i make this you have to kiss meâ you tell him and youâre about to shoot but he picks you up and brings you right next o the next to let you throw it in and then kisses u!!!!
not to be like oh im writing an smau on basketball captain heeseung but.. *tucks hair behind ear*Â
most definitely tries to be mysterious and cool when youâre datingÂ
dribbles in front of you, trick shots, runs up to you when youâre alone, gives you one kiss between ever basket he makesÂ
teaches you how to play!!!!
ABSOLUTELY lights up when someones mentions you when you two date
âoh yeah my partner in math is ___âÂ
âomg ___?? the love of my life ___??âÂ
you lowk have to drag him away i fearÂ
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â PARK JONGSEONGÂ
baseball captain *faints*Â
enhypen x mariners and him speaking in englishâŠso you want me DECEASEDÂ
baseball captain jay and you who attends his games because jake aka ur friend on the team knows you have nothing better to doÂ
âi bet you wonât make it even to five games before buying cotton candyâ jake says because you have a MASSIVE sweet toothÂ
you tried really hard because $15 and a burger was on the lineÂ
and you kept coming becauseâŠwell there was a cute captain who always knew how to rally his teammates and get them excitedÂ
also great sportsmanship and was super friendly to everyone!Â
definitely got mad when the umpire makes a wrong callÂ
sharp reaction times. EVEN SHARPER JAW.Â
of course you stared! of course you were not paying attention to whatever jake was saying about his test after their game..how could you when jay was doing his lopsided smile as his friend pats him on the shoulder from ten feet away??
one time you come early because theyâre practicing on the field and you see jay and jake passing to each other
jay just so effortlessly throwing the ballâŠoh my god
heâs just so perfect and jake cheers from the sidelines because he knows his captain pays attention to every single person who has stepped foot on the baseball field iNCLUDING YOU
you come up to jake after the fourth game, showing him you still had your $5 and your tongue wasnât stained with any blue or pink
jay comes over, arm thrown around jakeâs shoulder as he waves and smiles to youÂ
dark hair with a twinge of sweat as he runs a hand through it, pulling it back to place on his capÂ
JAY IN A BASEBALL CAP *faints again*
he walks you out to the parking lot and asks what the $5 in your pocket is for because he keeps seeing you pull it outÂ
you explain your whole bet to him and he nods
next game. before it starts. he gets you cotton candy and makes sure it gets to you somehowÂ
you smile and youâre all giddy when you eat it because thereâs a p.j. on the cap and heâs just so cuteÂ
jake doesnât say anything he already knows itâs happening between you two.Â
jay finally writes on a baseball and tells you to catch, and it says âletâs dateâ and you grab a sharpie and scribble âkiss me firstâÂ
OH YEAH HE WALKS OVER AND KISSES YOU.Â
soon every game instead of cotton candy itâs his baseball cap when itâs sunny, his jacket when youâre cold, baseballs with notes on them, and roses for his girlfriend aka youuuuuÂ
jay is such a romantic and he is not afraid to show itÂ
he orders custom jerseys that say jay/n on the back with the day you got together!!!!!Â
BEST BOYFRIEND EVERRRRRR
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â SIM JAEYUN
rugby player jake but he has dark long hair let that settle inÂ
campus flirt campus playboy but in reality he doesnât go on dates and nothing really happens past the smiles, heâs just super popular
you are also pretty well known! a little flirty but super sweet and your charm and how expressive and open you are with other people is what people like!
and he sees you cheering with your friend who he remembers is dating someone from the team
rugby has no gear so he just runs like no tomorrowÂ
smiling in the sun or determined stare as he talks to his team, you never knowÂ
he yells either in frustration, victory, or defeat, literally will never be silentÂ
so after a game you follow your friend down to the railing and she has her little moments with her boyfriendÂ
and you and jake kind of awkwardly stand there for a momentÂ
he wipes his sweat off with a towel and smiles at you, cracking the iceÂ
âhow long have you had to deal with that?â he points over to themÂ
you shrug and tell him âhowever long youâve been dealing with itâ he laughsÂ
oh wow his smile when heâs right in front of you is just so prettyÂ
and his little chuckle as he shakes his head and looks back up at youÂ
âwho do you watch on the field?â he asks, with a little smirk because he likes youÂ
âwhoever catches my attentionâ you tell him also smilingÂ
oh its a CHALLENGE. he will make sure to run on the side of the field youâre watching from, winking at you on the field, ugh just everythingÂ
you come to a party at the end of the season to celebrate and he sees youÂ
âyou came!!â super happy and makes sure you are next to him all the timeÂ
ây/n you know the teammates, yeah?â you smile and congratulate themÂ
he leaves to get you a soda/water and jungwon leans inÂ
âjake LOVES to talk about you by the wayâÂ
âyeah he always says how pretty you are in the library or in class, he likes when your friend comes because that means you come with herâ
heeseung nods, âsuper into you, no jokeâÂ
jake comes back trying to play it off âwhoâs into y/n?âÂ
you poke at his shoulder and smile, âyouâ and heâs all bashful and gigglyÂ
loves to call himself ây/nâs girlfriendâÂ
âsorry, i canât i have to buy flowers for y/nâ âsorry y/n needs me to help her studyâ âsorry y/n needs a ride hereâ STUCK TO YOUR HIP
ofc he doesnât abandon his friends but he loves spending time with you :3
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoonâs reputation proceeds himâcold on the court and just as reserved off of it
ugh heâs so annoying, he always has his bag in the same spot as yours and he always is at the water filling station with hos annoying 32oz bottle before you
also hogs that automatic tennis ball throwing machine like how are YOU supposed to practice tennis tooÂ
âhey i need thatâ he furrows his eyebrows and shrugsÂ
âi was here firstâ âwhat are you twelve????â sunghoon tells you âget here earlier next time thenÂ
oh yeah. for the next week you ran to the courts everytime to get it before himÂ
one day he sees you and races you to the gates and you beat himÂ
sulky after as if his career is over
definitely varsity and one of the best, but he never approaches girls after his games
one time you go to a menâs game because itâs one of the most anticipated of the seasonÂ
its neck to neck, third set with 40-adv, sunghoonâs serve
he chases after that ball and sends it over, it barely hits the net and tumbles over, AND HE WINSSSS BRAHHHHHÂ
even if you hate him you will admit that he made the game extremely interestingÂ
you see his friends congratulate him and you notice that he never gets his clothes dirtyÂ
always wears white to practiceâpristine asfÂ
secretly he loves watching you too
even if you hate him for getting on your nerves some days and almost never doing more than bare minimum, you cannot lie and say sunghoon isnât a huge inspirationÂ
just as you are to himÂ
sunghoon thinks your tenacity and passion for tennis is what makes you so fun to watchÂ
so even if he has homework, he goes to a game of yours and comes down to the court after the gameÂ
bumps your shoulder after, âgood game, y/nâ and youâre like ?? âyouâre here?â and heâs sooo nonchalant when he says âof course, i canât miss a fun game can i?âÂ
thereâs a fun mixed doubles tournament for a whole gift basket of things and you come up to himÂ
âhey letâs pair upâ and he grinsÂ
you two play each other for practice and youâve tied the score so many times youâve lost count
and sunghoonâs a little annoying but oh lord heâs so attrative??? so maybe he wasnât THAT annoyingâŠ
mixed doubles tourney rolls around and oh yeah. you two win.
you know much he likes natto and you say âhere you take the nattoâ he shakes his head âno you eat it all the timeâ
you two bicker and you say âfine lets just share it!â and to your surprise..he opens the package and just mixes it all inÂ
you two sit and share the natto, then he tells you he thinks youâre pretty cool on courtÂ
you raise your eyebrow cuz where is this coming from!! and he rolls his eyesÂ
ânevermind maybe youâre only bright on the courtâÂ
âhey whatâs that supposed to mean!!!â you take the natto and eat all of it LMFAO and then he pouts because noo his natto!!!
you kiss his cheek. itâs ok everything is ok now he is a happy boyÂ
âyouâre my matchâ you write on a tennis ball pin and he keeps it on his bag like his life DEPENDS on it
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â KIM SUNOO
THE CUTEST VOLLEYBALL SETTER EVERÂ
i hate to be like oh youâve had the fattest crush on him for like two months BUT ITS TRUEÂ
youâre on yearbook and you make an excuse to go see sunoo play!!
you two met when you were at a volleyball game and you told him to smile, but heâs one of those guys who says âwait delete that take another one!!âÂ
and ofc you agree, snapping a few cute photos of him
he posts to his social media, tagging you with a cute song saying âthanks photographer :3âÂ
and so you it begins, your small little crush on him..
he loves seeing you at his games, always makes sure to wave to you on the courtÂ
hey so setter sunoo is insanely good at what he doesÂ
so graceful when he places a NASTY setter dump on the other team, a glare shot at one of the other teamâs members bad-mouthing him, but a glowing smile as he high-fives all his teammates!Â
super supportive, and you loveee that about him!! he cares so much about everyone it makes your heart warmÂ
âhere, letâs eat together,â you tell him, and you bring him some noodles you made because he said he was craving someÂ
he smiles at you and sits down, beginning to slurp slurp slurp and SCOREEE he loves itÂ
âthanks y/n, let me treat you some time :)â UGH DEAD DEADÂ
KIM SUNOO KING OF FLOAT SERVESÂ
huge smile on his face when it lands where it needs to, he loves that feeling of satisfaction and soaks up all of your praise after his games are overÂ
he slips out of practice sometimes to see what youâre doing in yearbook, and heâll take your camera to tell you to smile as he takes pics
someone in your class tells you too to look overfor a photo , so he loops an arm around your shoulders to pull you close and smileÂ
AND OH EM GEE UR LIKE TOTALLY GEEKING OUT OVER IT HELLO??????/Â
you ask her to print you a copy of it to save in your scrapbook, but sunoo cuts in and asks for another oneÂ
âi like seeing youâ DEAD IN A DITCH esp when he smiles at you and then runs off to practice before he gets in trouble
so competitive on the court and it makes him a little sulky when he losesÂ
âargh i did so bad todayâ heâd tell you, but in your eyes hello kim sunoo could do no wrong!! and you share your snacks while reassuring himÂ
he swears tho, ânooo, i had to look cool for you!â and youâre tired of hearing him say and do all of these sweet things and straight upÂ
âwhy?â âwhat do you mean, y/n?â âwhy do you want to look cool for me?â âwell i liked you duh!âÂ
but sunoo never wanted to confess, he was too scared he wasnât good yet at showing you all of his perfect bf traitsÂ
WELL HE THOUGHT WRONG!! heâs been perfect from d1 so now he just sneaks in like 40 kisses before every gameÂ
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â YANG JUNGWON
see so jungwon, heâs been a little FLIRTY as of recently.Â
âyou like older guys? but im a younger guy with rhythmâ WHAT THE FKSCNHDJFD
whatever. anyways jungwon focuses on badminton like itâs a lifelineÂ
hitting birdies in his sleep would be smth he would do if he could, he loves how aggressive he can be in the sport without moving too much, lots of strategy involvedÂ
you come to one of his games because your friend is on the other team, and you want to cheer him on
but jungwon notices youâre literally from his school??Â
isnât it weird youâre going to a game for someone on the other teamâŠ
so he sets off a planÂ
he goes to you after the game before your friend can
âhey, how come you donât support anyone on our teamâ so straight to the point helpÂ
and you tilt your head in confusion because âwell i donât know anyone from the team and youâre all scaryâ
scary??? jungwon makes it his personal mission to debunk that cuz no one is SCARYÂ
maybe sunghoon but thatâs because heâs varsity 1 and the best player within 150 miles but whatever
he makes it his mission to wave to you when he sees you and when heâs sat next to you in one of your classes heâs like yay perfÂ
âyouâre the guy from that badminton game huh?â âis that a good or bad thingâÂ
you shrug âwhatever you want it to beâÂ
and he asks you to go to his next game but if he wins, you have to support the team and if he losesÂ
and you stare at him like âwtf do i get out of itâÂ
jungwon did NOT think about thatÂ
he promises to buy you a snack afterÂ
and itâs free food so you canât complainÂ
you two talk more and he finds out you used to play badminton before you hurt your ankle and wanted to focus on schoolÂ
so he takes you to practice and gives you one of his expensive rackets
lowk falling in love everytime you laugh and chase the birdieÂ
jungwon pretends to hate chasing after it but heâll still hit it back even if itâs out of bounds because he doesnât want to waste your time picking it up
you two sit down and you tell him how fun it was to be able to play, and how much you missed it from your childhoodÂ
your school holds a small festival where other school athletes go against your team modified lighting roundsÂ
paired with vendors and fun carnival stands, but the main attractions are always the variety of sports to watch
jungwon is one of the representatives from your school but so is your friend from the other school, so itâs heated when they play
you tie a ribbon around his racket (curtesy of sunghoon for helping you out) and write a note saying âif you do good ill cheer for youâÂ
AND HE WINS. so you keep your end of the bargain and cheer for him after the game is over, giving him a high five and a hug
he walks with you and asks about what you two are BECAUSE THIS IS A DATE this is date behaviorÂ
âof course i like you won who wouldnâtâ
letâs just say he gives u little kisses all over when you two are alone sigh so cute
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â NISHIMURA RIKI
heâs been on the soccer team ever since he was a freshman and even before, retaining his cute features and mischievous personalityÂ
when you became assistant manager you were scared but your brother heeseung was on the team and your mom told you to look after him at schoolÂ
and riki takes after heeseung a LOT when they play and heeseung even goes as far as inviting riki overÂ
so rikiâs super good at soccer by the time heeseung leaves, but he also has this small crush on you that heeseungâs told you aboutÂ
you just never said anything because you never had a reason to nor were you uncomfortable with itÂ
but junior year hits and riki comes back from winter break with pitch black hair all styledÂ
alsoâŠa lot taller than you. and no more baby fatÂ
and you paid attention to some of it because you saw him for practice, but the hair really did itÂ
during practice he loves to mess with you saying things like âcan you fill up my water y/n pleaseeeeâ âno you have two feetâ âill win the next game against ____ if you get me waterâ âiâll kick you off the team if you donât winâÂ
he sighs and gets up, glaring down at you and you try not to let his playful stare affect you, but SOMETHING was different something was in the air
if riki doesnât play good, itâs because his team manager aka you is NOT thereÂ
you come back the next day to find out he was sulking and didnât play super well because you werenât encouraging him
âgo run a lap, rikiâ and HE DOES JUST THAT âgo practice on the field by yourselfâ
âhow about you ask me to date you nextâ he grumblesÂ
and you HEAR him. loud and clear.Â
but youâre like agh what if he doesnât mean it what if heâs just jokingÂ
at the next game he does super well and you congratulate the whole teamÂ
yas team hybe eatsÂ
you two are getting ready to go home when he finally brings it up
âyou heard what i said on tuesdayâ and you know exactly what he meansÂ
âyep.â âso why didnât you say anything backâ âi didnât know if you were being seriousâ
he scoffs ây/n when have i ever not been serious about youâ Â
he opens your door even if heâs passenger princessÂ
makes fun of you for how much closer you need the wheel to be to drive
YAYYYY Y/NKI IS REAL
he loves to drape an arm around your shoulder walking around schoolÂ
acts as if heâs older when you two are literally the same age HELPÂ
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"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life."
choi seungcheol as father of a little girl in primary school.
d/n = daughter name
you and seungcheol received a notice from your daughter's school asking that at least one of you should come to the teachers' office. normally, you are the one who attends d/n's school meetings, but since seungcheol had a day off, he offered to go.
upon arriving at the school, in front of the teachers' office, he found your daughter sitting on a bench, her head down, swinging her legs. seungcheol approached calmly but worried. he knelt down, held d/n's hands, and asked in a gentle voice, "what happened, dear?" d/n didn't respond, continuing to look at the ground.
soon, the teacher noticed seungcheol's arrival and approached. he stood up to greet her formally.
"mr. choi, sorry to make you come here, but in cases like this, we must follow protocol," the teacher said. "d/n hit a classmate, and we advise that her parents talk to her."
seungcheol was surprised by the news, as his daughter was not one to hit others; on the contrary, she was a sweet and delicate girl. he looked at d/n and felt a pang in his heart seeing her so sad.
"oh... i'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say. "this won't happen again."
the teacher nodded and asked him to sign a notice of awareness, which he did. "shall we go home?" he asked with the same gentleness, picking up the backpack beside her.
she stood up and took her father's hand. the two walked in silence to the car. seungcheol knew she was afraid of being scolded, so he preferred to respect her space.
d/n settled into the back seat. while adjusting her seatbelt, seungcheol said, "don't worry, my princess, appa won't scold you. but i need to understand what happened." he looked into her eyes, conveying reassurance.
the little girl hesitated for a moment but with sad eyes said, "i'll talk when we get home and are with omma."
seungcheol agreed in silence, patted her hair, and closed the door. he then sat in the driver's seat and started the car, glancing at his daughter from time to time in the rearview mirror.
upon arriving home, you were in the living room waiting for them. you stood up seeing the frustration in your husband's eyes and your daughter's head down.
"what happened?" you asked, worried but maintaining a calm tone.
"d/n, can you tell us now?" seungcheol asked.
"a boy spent the entire class pulling my hair," she began with a trembling voice. "so i did what uncle jeonghan told me to do."
"what did uncle jeonghan tell you to do?" seungcheol asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing the answer.
"he said that if any boy at school messed with me, i should kick his butt," she replied.
you controlled yourself as much as possible not to laugh. the situation was funny; you would definitely have done the same, and jeonghan would definitely say something like that.
seungcheol gave you a reproachful look. he knew you wanted to laugh because he knew you perfectly.
"i can't believe i have three of you in my life," cheol murmured, shaking his head.
you placed a hand on seungcheol's shoulder, trying to comfort him but unable to hide a smile.
"we're going to talk to uncle jeonghan about this, and you, little princess, need to understand that violence is not the solution, even if he started it," you said to your daughter, with a firm but loving look.
d/n nodded, understanding she had caused trouble, but feeling supported by her parents.
seungcheol decided to impose a light punishment so d/n could reflect on what she had done: no snacks for a week. after talking to d/n, he called your brother, jeonghan.
"jeonghan, we need to talk about what you told d/n," seungcheol started, serious.
"what did i say?" he asked, confused.
"you told her to kick other kids' butts," seungcheol said sternly.
on the other end of the line, jeonghan laughed.
"ah, so my little princess really did that?" jeonghan responded proudly, still laughing.
"it's not funny," seungcheol scolded. "she needs to learn to handle these situations differently."
"sorry, cheol, i didn't think she would take it so seriously," jeonghan said, still in an amused tone.
after finishing the call, seungcheol finally relaxed on the couch. he saw his daughter approaching with a sweet, bright look; she knew perfectly how to melt her appa's heart.
"appa, i'm sorry for what i did. i promise not to do it again," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
seungcheol took a deep breath, trying to maintain his resolve.
"i know, dear, but you're still punished with no snacks for a week."
d/n, however, didn't give up. she was good at this. she continued to stroke her father's face and looked at him with the most adorable eyes only she could make.
"appa, please... just one snack?" she asked, with the sweetest voice possible.
seungcheol tried to resist, but her affection was irresistible. he sighed again and finally gave in.
"alright, just one," he said, defeated.
you, watching the scene from afar, couldn't contain your laughter. "i knew you wouldn't resist her," you said, laughing.
seungcheol looked at you with an embarrassed smile.
"it's hard to say no to her," he admitted.
d/n smiled, happy to have gotten what she wanted. before taking the snack, she hugged her father again.
"i love you, appa," she said, with a mischievous smile.
seungcheol, still smiling, responded: "i love you too, my little one."
d/n then held out the snack to him, with an expectant look.
"want to share the snack with me, appa? so we can eat together!"
seungcheol hesitated for a moment, but d/n's kindness and affection were irresistible. he accepted the snack with a smile.
"sure, let's share."
you laughed to yourself, watching your mini-you in action.
"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life," seungcheol commented, seeing you laugh at the situation.
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SLOWLY LOVING YOU â SUGURU GETO.
àȘâ⎠synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesnât know how to slow down.
àȘâ⎠content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.
àȘâ⎠word count: 4,2k
àȘâ⎠note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!
âYaga says thereâs a newcomer,â Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white hairedâs head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.
âHey!â He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.
âSwallow your food.â Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasnât really sure how to feel about it. Itâs not that he wasnât good with new people (he wasnât), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise theyâd just get in the way of everything andâouf, this was too negative.
Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.
âI wonder if itâs guy or a girl,â Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.
âIt wonât really change much, I just hope theyâre good at what they do,â
âOh Suguruuu,â Gojo whines at his friendâs negativity, pushing him but not too hard. âDonât be such a kill joy, Iâm pretty sure that theyâre good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldnât look so excited.â
âWhy are you the one telling me to be nice?â The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didnât have ketchup on it.
âYou rubbed off on me,â Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.
âDonât.â Suguru presses, but itâs too late to stop his friendâs funny joke.
âThatâs a little fruityââ
âFinish your food.â
When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, theyâre pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you werenât that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.
Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.
âHey, think thatâs the new girl?â
âI mean, it looks like it,â Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.
âYou finally decided to show up,â Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.
âThe mission took us way too long,â itâs Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguruâs lips.
âYeah, but we managed to get it done with. Thatâs all what matters,â if it wasnât for Satoruâs love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldnât bother. But itâs fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.
You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.
Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.
Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.
âYou can laugh, they wonât be offended.â You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.
âYou can introduce yourself,â oh, heâs talking to me. Youâre suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.
âHello, my name is (name) and Iâmââ
âThatâs boring!â The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, thatâs offensive. Before you could even glare at him, heâs approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.
âShow us your technique, thatâs a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,â your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.
âOh, okay then,â
Suguruâs eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.
Suddenly, the air feels a little differentâwhy is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasnât imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.
You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your techniqueâa little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.
âWhat theââ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curseâthe clone knew about his technique?
Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundingsâand that was the beauty of your technique.
Everyone looks amused by Suguruâs confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyoneâs spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.
âThat was rather impressive, wasnât it?â Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.
Maybe itâs because I looked like a bitch.
He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldnât quite decipherâwere you getting shy?
His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.
âSorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.â
Oh, not anymore.
âThat to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.â Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like thisâwith so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didnât care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.
Geto couldnât shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeksâyou were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.
âWhat do you say, Suguru?â He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didnât he?
âSorry, I zoned out.â It wasnât entirely a lie, but he wasnât going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didnât like this, he didnât like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.
âI said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?â Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. Youâre almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorableâoh fuck, no.
âYeah, we will.â
He was officially and totally fucked.
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Itâs been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamicâor worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.
While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.
And then there was Geto.
Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.
He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.
Things werenât exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they werenât that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.
âWas gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.â Youâre almost shocked that heâs even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.
âAre you sure? He does like sweets,â you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.
âWell, you ate it immediately. Seems like you donât care.â
âWell, he did piss me off too today,â youâre grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.
âWas it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean heâs not entirely wrongââ
âStooop,â you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.
Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojoâs sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.
How come Suguruâs was so accurate on day one!
Do you have something to share with the class?
It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.
âI just need more practice,â you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.
âHm?â
âYou donât hate me, right?â He couldâve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it wouldâve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.
âHate you?â
âIâm aware that hate is a big wordâitâs a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.â Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didnât necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didnât resent him for mysterious reasons.
âI donât hate you,â you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. âUh, just nervous.â
Now, why did I say that? Itâs one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but itâs another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.
âNervous?â At first, heâs scared that the word has a bitter taste to itâbut it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.
It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.
âYou are kind of intimidating,â the small smile painting your lips eases Suguruâs nerves despite having another word describe him. But heâs heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.
But he didnât want to have this kind of effect on you. You didnât need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcererâhe wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.
Slowly that is.
âIf Iâm intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?â Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.
âYes.â You donât hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.
âWow, you didnât even hesitate.â Wow, I made him laugh.
âBut he is scary! I mean, heâs very nice⊠but I donât think Iâd wanna piss him off like Gojo does,â you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.
âSatoru pisses off everyone, so youâre safe.â
Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasnât that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you werenât complaining. Â
--
Over the last few months, youâve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.
But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.
Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru mightâve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldnât get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.
The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.
Sitting across from each other, you couldnât help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.
The guyâs just trying to sleep
Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for youâhow could you not fall for him?
But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.
âWeâre there,â you were so lost in your thought, that you didnât feel the train stop. Only Suguruâs hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.
âOh sorry,â you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.
âDid you manage to get some sleep?â He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.
âNot really, I wasnât that tired.â
âOh but you will be after the mission, thatâs always how it is.â He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.
âThank god heâs not here to drool on my hair,â you say with a hint of annoyance, but itâs harmless.
âOh, you never know,â the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.
You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smellâgod, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.
âGod, it smells horrible.â
âThen weâre at the right place.â Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.
âI have a horrible feeling about this,â you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.
âIt was an orphanage.â Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.
The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.
âDo you feel it?â
âYeah, I do.â Whatever took over this place was huge. It didnât necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.
Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at youâand fast.
Itâs too fast for its size!
Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.
âGo hide, Iâll take care of it.â You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you donât want that.
You donât want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasnât why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguruâs cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.
âYouâre gonna get killed if you donât move!â
âShut up!â The mist slowly morphs into something elseâsomething Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining andâhe was hallucinating.
And so was the curse. The technique mightâve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. Itâs messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what youâve just done.
I killed a huge curse on my own!
What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.
The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.
--
Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.
He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to moveâhe was filled with all kinds of emotions.
And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.
Youâre sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.
âYaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didnât worry youââ
âWhat you did was reckless.â Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.
âI know,â you donât apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.
âAnd I was very mad,â
âI know.â
Itâs silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.
âBut thatâs only because you scared me to death,â he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.
âYou have no idea how terrifying that was.â Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.
âI donât want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,â he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.
âThat was really cool,â your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.
âYou think Iâm cool?â your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks heâs never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.
âThe coolest.â
Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.
The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.
âSuguââ
âShhh, you look cute when youâre flustered.â
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àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !
contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuujiâs pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue
summer isnât over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone
yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. heâd imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv â maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei â ideally it wouldâve been just the two of them.
his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-senseiâs âhouseâ was actually a âhomeâ. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-senseiâs personal life, but he couldnât take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.
there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? â nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.
his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory
âthatâs my wifeâ gojo said softly,âsheâs gorgeous isnât she?â he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.
âis she okay with me hiding out here?â he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
âahhh about thatâ gojo says sheepishly, âi havenât had the time to mention it to her so youâll have to wait here while i talk to herâ he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.
classic gojo-sensei.
âohâ yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldnât wait to tell fushiguro â the sour reminder that he couldnât had his laughter dying in his throat.
gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuujiâs shoulder, âdonât worry sheâll say yes , iâve got her wrapped around my fingerâ
yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-senseiâs family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation
"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"
"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?â
ânopeâ you hummed, ââm just surprised to see youâ not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together
âhow was your day sweets?â he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.
âsame oldâ you shrugged, âweâve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"
"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"
"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"
"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"
"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.
"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.
"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"
"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"
you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.
"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"
"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.
"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"
"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"
"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"
"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"
"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you wantâ
"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,â he murmurs, âthough i have something else i wouldnât mind eatingâ
âsatoruâ you gasped, âyou just got home and youâre already trying to get between my legsâ you smack his shoulder playfully
âiâve missed her tooâ he shrugs, âiâve missed all of youâ
you shook your head, âcanât believe i married such a feenâ a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but heâd always win in the end
"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"
"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you
âneed help with that sweets?â he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you
"you have to stop doing this, itâs such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.âyouâre insufferable i swearâ
ââm still yoursâ he says suavely. satoruâs smile is unwavering though it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. heâs more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space
ââtoru?â you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, âi can hear you thinkingâ
âi donât know where to keep himâ he exhales, âi would ask shoko, or kento but then iâd risk getting them in trouble with the higher upsâ
âwhat about the secret room we found in our third year?â you asked, âyou could keep him there, unless they found out about itâ
âi would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didnât think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. âhe's just a kid, so iâ i want to look out for him.â
he knows itâs a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukunaâs vessel stay in your home.
"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? itâs only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer
"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions
 âi didnât really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with meâ he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"
"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"
itâs the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down
"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved
you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.
he couldnât help but feel out of place.
there were pairs of everything â shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.
the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuujiâs light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.
the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguroâs trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.
he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuujiâs eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly
he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew heâd seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( heâd probably summon his shikigami on him )
âreally?â he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuujiâs shoulder
âyes reallyâ you laugh, âitâs nice to finally meet you yuuji, youâre a friend of megumiâs right?â
yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell â he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )
âspeaking of megumi, he doesnât know yuujiâs alive so please donât let it slip when he calls youâ satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.
he knows heâs asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years heâs afraid.
âweâll talk about this laterâ you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again âcâmon yuuji, iâve just started on dinnerâ
yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isnât far behind
âit smells really good mrs. gojoâ yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.
âthank you yuujiâ you beamed, âdo you prefer rice or noodles?â
âahh iâm not really pickyâ he says, âi like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isnât too much of a hassle, i really donât want to be a bother-â
âslow down yuujiâ you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, âiâm really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when âtoruâs away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?â
no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently
âi can make the rice babyâ satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesnât miss the way you stiffen under his touch. youâre mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be
âthank youâ you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, âcome with me yuuji, iâll show you aroundâ
yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumiâs room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.
âare you sure i can sleep here?â he asks, â i donât mind taking the couch..â
you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadnât come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted
growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldnât trade for the world, yet heâd always craved the warmth of a mother. a motherâs love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him
âi mind yuujiâ you frownedâ and i want you to stay in gumiâs room, his clothes should fit you since youâre around the same heightâ
âthank you again for letting me crash hereâ yuuji didnât think he could say it enough. he didnât deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head
âdonât mention it yuujiâ you said, âi meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the companyâ
you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.
âyouâre a really good mom, why donât you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?â yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, âiâm so sorry that was really rude of me-â
âyouâre good yuujiâ you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually
âit just never happened yâknow? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toruâs always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lotâ
âeven me?â it doesnât seem plausible to him. all heâs seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger
âespecially you yuujiâ you smiled, ruffling his hair, âyou remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school daysâ
âreally?â he gawked, he was practically falling over megumiâs bed with anticipation.
âreallyâ you affirmed , âhe was a real piece of work back then, i bet heâs the reason yaga has so many grey hairsâ
âhowâd you fall in love with him then?â yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity âand howâd you meet?â
âare you guys gossiping about me?â satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, âhow mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friendsâ
âahhh we werenât gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you metâ
âcan i tell him?â satoruâs eyes sparkle, âthe way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-â
âthat didnât happenâ you said, âheâs finally going senileâ you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.
he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuujiâs eyeâs flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles
âit did happen!â satoru insisted, âiâm sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in loveâ
âyouâre deludedâ you muttered, âi didnât love you until our second year, get your facts rightâ
âso you did fall head over heels in love with meâ he grinned, âso early too? i knew you couldnât resist my charms â owww!â
satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumiâs floor
âiâll tell you what really happened one of these daysâ you said over your shoulder, âyou can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, weâll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eatingâ
your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. heâs so sure heâs going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes
âbaby-â satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you ââm sorry, you know that, but megumi canât knowâ
you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when youâre seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.
âyou canât ask me to keep this from himâ you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husbandâs piercing blue gaze. âyouâre taking things too far nowâ
âi knowâ his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, âiâm being selfish again, but youâve gotta understand (y/n)â
âi canâtâ you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline âput yourself in his shoes, câmon satoru weâve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?â
âiâm not doing this to hurt megumi, iâm doing this to protect yuujiâ
âjust think about it pleaseâ you frowned, âif instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, youâd never forgive themâ
he doesnât miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesnât miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this â arguing with you, he could think of infinite things heâd rather do than this.
âthatâs differentâ his voice is wavering now, âsuguru made his choice, yuuji didnât ask for any of thisâ he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think heâd stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesnât believe that, not really.
âyou still wouldnât forgive themâ you prompted, âand i donât want âgumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it isâ
âi know baby, i knowâ satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, âtrust me on this okay? heâll be fine i promiseâ
âokayâ you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.
satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wifeâs happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself
it would be you before everything. it was you before everything
âyouâre so beautifulâ he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip âyou. are. everything. to. meâ he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory
they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again
âdance with me?â he prompts, although heâs not really asking. heâs already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.
âwhat?â you sniffed slightly, âlike we did in our first year?â
âlike we did in our first yearâ
satoruâs hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone
his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesnât mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.
âcan i tell you a secret?â satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. heâd selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. heâs positive he would. heâd do it without hesitation.
âi thought we didnât have any of thoseâ you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.
âitâs a good one i promiseâ he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but youâre listening âi was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first yearâŠand i didnât even know what love was, i was so confusedâ
âwhen did you know?â you asked, âyou always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole thenâ
âit was the first time we snuck out togetherâ he admits, âwhen we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myselfâ
âyouâve always been so greedyâ you giggled. satoru doesnât need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. itâs evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him
âcut me some slack babyâ he groans âiâm trying to be romanticâ
âyou donât need to try, i heard through the grapevine i canât resist your charmsâ you hummed
satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and itâs sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing heâs wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin
your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but heâd never seen gojo like this before â completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.
here he wasnât the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.
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authorâs notes: as soon as i saw that satoru didnât like this usami dude i knew i had to write this.
satoru had a growing suspicion that the usami guy â whom he couldnât stand by the way â had a crush on you.
itâs so obvious to satoru, his six eyes burn with the assurance; ever since you and usami have been assigned to remaster the archives and check all of the reports since you two were the closest to higher-ups. at first, of course, when gojo heard that you wonât be taking all of the work onto yourself he was very much glad, good for you, but when usami appeared â that sleazy smirk and lazy look on face, the white haired man got kinda tense.
usami acted so different around you it made satoru go crazy whenever he noticed.
the way the tall brunette shamelessly leaned over you by the table as he read into the paper you showed him. the way he sat with his bony knee touching yours and his shoulder bumped into you whenever he passed you, for which he gave you an apologetic smile and patted your arm for too long.
satoru absolutely hated the way usamiâs eyes softened whenever he looked at you and the way his voice turned hushed as if youâd be bothered in any way from his usual indifferent tone.
and it felt like that the fucking asshole knew how much it pissed satoru off and continued doing it so shamelessly and calmly just because the higher-ups wouldnât replace him no matter what. âtoo much of an important assetâ his ass.
his eyes transforming into cold stones laced with triumph over him as he locked his gaze with satoruâs from across the room and whispered something into your ear. or when his thin lips twisted in the ugliest fucking smirk satoruâs ever seen â he truly hated the man.
donât get him wrong: satoru trusted you wholeheartedly, he just didnât trust that lapdog. he even complained about it to you, which you dismiss because usami is a great asset when it comes to the history of the whole jujutsu society and the tokyo branch where all of you are settled, he is a walking encyclopaedia and he knows a lot more than everyone because he basically acts like a teacherâs pet to higher-ups.
âi haaate that dude. he used to be mean to ijichi and he wants to steal my girl now? ridiculous!â which was kind of true â usami and ijichu were from the same year, but the latter got scrutinised a lot for choosing the job of an auxiliary manager instead of a sorcerer, needless to say.
you chuckled, not looking away from your papers as you stroked the back of his head, fingers scratching on his undercut, âlook at you, defending ijichi when you bully him almost every day. iâm very proud.â
âhey! iâm always just joking around. usami is the real bully here.â
âright.â you nodded dismissively, shutting the manila folder in your hand as you stood up from your chair. satoru patiently waited as you tidied up the desk in the archive room, leaning against the other one, right when the door opened with an ugly squeak and usami came in, holding two identical cups of coffee.
âbrought us some coffeeâ oh.â his eyes scanned satoruâs figure with a disappointed look, not giving him any verbal acknowledgement, before focusing on you, questioning, âi thought you were going to stay with me for the night?â
the choice of words is deliberate, spiteful with the purpose of egging satoru; which did piss him off a little bit, his hand squeezing around your waist in an attempt to ground himself. his mouth was still free though, so he didnât hold back as his other hand grabbed one of the cups from usamiâs hand, taking a big gulp from it and forcing his face not to twist in disgust from itâs taste(it just didnât have any sugar).
he shrugged his shoulders, faux apology on his face as he smiled down at the brunette, âsorry, man, sheâs busy with me.â
the tone of his voice didnât leave any room for further inquiry so satoru just pulled you in for a quick kiss and guided you to the exit, turning his head to check on usamiâs face one last time. the pure disappointment and resentment that covered his features was enough to make satoru smirk, which usami noticed, disdain adding into his expression.
âyour coffeeâs shit by the way.â satoru said right after letting you out of the room and then followed suit, not interested in usamiâs reaction anymore.
âhis coffee is good though. itâs from colombia.â you snickered, arm wrapping around satoruâs waist as you both walked through the hallway.
âno drink is good without sugar in it.â he threw the cup into the nearest thrash can and pulled you into his side, finally calm and satisfied with himself again.
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Hair
Irene Paredes x Child!Reader
Summary: You help your Mami when she gets a red
Youâve travelled with Mami for once.
Mama is at home with your little brother Matteo but youâre not really worried.
Youâre a good traveller. Mami says so because you were born when she used to play in France so youâre used to going back and forth between countries. You know how to amuse yourself by playing or doing your homework or your reading.
Mami says youâre very responsible.
Since coming home to Spain and to Barcelona, youâve not travelled as much. Youâve stayed with Mama at home even though travelling and going on planes is much more interesting.
You donât know why Mami decided you could come with her this time but you have and youâre happy.
Or you were happy until Mami got her red card.
Youâre not quite sure what happened apart from the fact that her leg was too high.
You know all about high legs.
At Taekwondo, your teacher explains all about how head shots are very dangerous because the head is a very important part of your body and thatâs why people wear caps to protect them during sparring.
Youâre still kind of small (but growing all the time!) so youâre not allowed to do any head shots of your own. But you know theyâre dangerous and you know Mami is not going to argue her card even if someone else will.
âMami?â
âGo back to the bench, squirt,â Irene says as she breezes past you to the locker rooms.
When you were younger, that used to work but youâre nearly eight now and Mama says youâre moving under your own power so you think that means that Mamiâs orders donât work on your anymore.
âNo!â You say stamping your foot right in the tunnel.
Irene scrubs a hand over her face as she turns around to face you. âI donât have the patience to deal with a tantrum right now, squirt. Go back to the bench and finish watching.â
You stamp your foot again. âIâm not having a tantrum, youâre having a tantrum!â
Irene sighs. âIf you come with me now, youâre not allowed back out. We stay in the locker room. But you can keep watching the match if you head back outside.â
Your foot goes again. âWith you.â
Youâd inherited her stubbornness, Irene notes. Her hair. Her eyes. The tight set of her jaw. And her stubbornness.
Irene holds her hand out for you. You take it.
Youâre a different beast to your brother.
Matteo is still small, still practically a baby. She and Lucia had been worried about the age gap between you both. At nearly eight, you towered over him with your toys and your rambunctious nature.
You were not unlike Lucy and Keiraâs (and increasingly Ona's) Pup but maybe a bit lower energy now that youâre gotten older. More disciplined is what Lucia would say, now that youâve had your energy redirected into Taekwondo. Disciplined and strangely emotionally intelligent.
Irene supposes she should pat herself on the back with that. Sheâd never agreed with hitting kids even if itâs a little scuff on the back of the head to redirect them. No whacks, no spanks, no hits.
She talked your through your emotions and now that you were older, you were able to talk her through them too.
You hold her hand now as she walks back to the locker room.
âMami, are we showering?â
âArenât you a bit too old to shower with me, squirt?â She teases, grabbing her toiletries and a towel. âYouâre nearly eight now.â
You puff out your chest at the reminder. âIâm not going in with you! Just wanted to know.â
âIâm going to shower. You can take a shower if you want but you have to come into mine if youâre going to be washing your hair.â
You tug at the end of your braid.
Lucia likes your hair long and Irene has to admit that she does too.
Youâd come out with a full head of hair, screaming and crying your arrival to the world as Irene panted from all the energy sheâd spent pushing you out. Screaming, crying, with thick hair as you were gently rest on her chest.
Your hair had remained just as thick as then, growing quickly to the point that regular trips to get it cut were needed.
But washing it was always a challenge. Lots of shampoo. Lots of conditioner. Lots of time spent in the tub trying to get it all washed.
Itâs part of the reason why itâs done in the morning too. You hate the hairdryer but you hate sleeping with wet hair even more so washing it is always done in the morning so it can air dry before bed.
âWash my hair?â You ask and Irene nods.
âYouâll have to shower with me then if weâre washing your hair. Is that okay?â
You nod. âUh-huh.â
âAlright, squirt. Letâs go.â
Ireneâs original plan was to drown herself in the shower, to stay there until the match was over and she could finally face her teammates again. The red card was justified, she knows that but it doesnât mean there isnât still a bit of a sting.
She was happy to leave you on the bench, safe with the others so Irene could wash away her anger and resentment while you were occupied.
But now youâre here with her, asking to have your hair washed and looking up at her like you just know she needs something like this to keep occupied.
Itâs an easy routine to get through, to lather her hands with shampoo and massage it into your scalp. To wash it all out before moving onto the conditioner.
Two rounds of conditioner and you look up at her with a smile.
âI can wash your hair now, Mami?â You ask and Irene laughs, pushing away the wet strands from your face.
âI think youâre a little small to be doing that, squirt.â
You puff out your cheeks. âAre you sure? Iâve definitely grown since Mama last measured me!â To demonstrate, you stretch up to your tiptoes and reach as high as you can.
âMaybe when youâre taller,â Irene says placidly,â Come on. Grab your towel and weâll get out.â
Ireneâs just gotten yours and her own clothes on by the time that everyone else has arrived.
âWhoa,â Jenni says as she comes in,â Youâre dripping everywhere, squirt!â
Irene sighs as she turns around. âYou should have seen just how wet it was earlier. Absolutely everywhere.â
âWe can tell,â Codi snickers,â Thereâs a river to the showers.â
âIâve braided it back again,â Irene offers up weakly as she watches Alexia crouch in front of you.
âYou know youâll have to sleep with that wet hair,â Alexia reminds you.
You giggle. âNo, I wonât. We call Mama and Matteo tonight. Mama will see my hair. She wonât let Mami put me to bed with wet hair. She says itâs naughty.â
âDevious,â Alexia says approvingly.
You high five her and look back at Irene, who shakes her head fondly at you.
âWeâll be having words about your eversion to the hairdryer.â She wiggles her finger teasingly at you and you grin.
You stick your tongue out. âYou have to talk to Mama first.â
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I'll Hold Your Weight When You Can't
Premise: Brilliant sunshine!reader gets heat stroke on a case. Your best friend, Spencer Reid, is predictably worried about you. What he doesn't expect is to be forced to come to terms with his feelings for you.
Word count: approx. 3,200
TW: Brief mention of vomit and, perhaps, hospitals
(Y/N/N): Your nickname
Author's Note: Super excited to introduce brilliant sunshine!reader (aka, super smart sunshine!reader) onto my fanfic writing scene! Definitely willing to write more of her in the future if anyone is interested. Hope you enjoy!
âDoes anybody have more water?â
âWhere is the damn ambulance?â
Perhaps your job classically conditioned you to respond to Hotchâs âIâm seriously not fucking aroundâ tone because your eyes crack open.Â
Someone put weights on your eyelids and cranked the sun to extra-bright. The harsh rays burned your retinas and washed everything in a white blur. Did someone set off a flash bang?
â(Y/N)? Can you hear me?â Miraculously, out of the screeching white, you made out JJâs halo of blonde hair.Â
âJJ?â You groaned. Even though you could barely see, it felt like the whole world was spinning,Â
âHotch, sheâs coming around!â You recognized Morganâs voice. âWelcome back to the world of the living, honey. Weâre happy to see you.â
Your heart rate spiked. You never died. Did you die?Â
âYes, we still need a medic!â Hotch barked.Â
You winced. âWha?â Suddenly, your mouth couldnât handle a one-syllable world. Even more alarming, your brain, the same brain that kept up with Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid, couldnât understand what the hell was going on.
 âWhat I do?â You whined.Â
âHeâs not yelling at you, honey,â JJ said like a kindergarten teacher. âYouâre just a little out of it right now.â
âIs she conscious?â Another voice entered. Your head spun. âI brought more water.âÂ
You moaned to suppress a gag. Your eyelids drooped, and you relished in the break from the light.
âHey, smarty pants, stay with us.â Morgan pat your cheek. âLet Emily get some water in you.â You couldnât force your eyes open more if you tried.
Your friend Emily. Thatâs who the voice belonged to.Â
Suddenly, JJ pulled your hair from your face, Morgan lifted your head, and Emily forced a water bottle to your lips simultaneously. The blinding glare seared your eyes and your head spun. You wanted to sob and maybe vomit.
Your chest hitched with a shallow inhale. âStop.â You whined.
â(Y/N), itâs okay. Take a deep breath.â JJ said.
âNo!â You exclaimed.
âHoneyââ Morgan tried.Â
You thrashed against his hold, but your exhausted muscles couldnât throw Morganâs gentlest grip.Â
âMaybe we should let her go.â Emily said.
âShe needs water.â JJ countered.
âSheâs disoriented.â Hotch cut in. âLet her get her bearings first, but donât let her close her eyes.â
Gingerly, Morgan lay your body back on the grass. Your head swam, and your vision rippled as if you could see the heat waves in the California air. You tried to take a deep breath but choked. Â
You sputtered. Every inhale led to a series of dry coughs. In your delirium, you thought of Spencer. Your Spencer. Where the hell was he? Did he not love you anymore?
Suddenly, Hotch loomed over you. His tall frame blocked out the brutality of the sunâs glare, which eased your headache and nausea but not your cough. His eyebrows were so deeply furrowed they formed a trench of wrinkles across his forehead. âCheck her airway.âÂ
Suddenly, you stared into JJâs blue eyes. Other hands tried to manipulate your body. You jerked.
â(Y/N), relax.â
âHoney, pleaseââ
âTurn her on her side!â Morganâs cut off by Reid, his voice sharper than youâd ever heard.Â
***
Spencer Reid has survived many traumatic situations.Â
He's cared for his schizophrenic mother. Heâs been kidnapped. He recovered from a drug addiction. And those are just a few items from his dissertation-length âPTSD-Causing Experiencesâ list.Â
But many of his worst traumas were a by-product of being a profilerâ a job which allowed him to utilize his intellect to help others. He was willing to accrue trauma like Pokemon cards in exchange for applying his genetic gifts to create a safer world.Â
Reid could have framed your heat exhaustion as another scare in the line of duty. But when Reid saw you, his brilliant girl, on the ground, his heart fell through his feet.
Then, he saw how his the team responded to your medical emergency.
When he witnessed you coughing and writhing on your back as the team leered over with water, he thought he might explode.
You could be asphyxiating, and the team could be letting you choke while forcing more fluid down your throat.Â
He shivered as he sprinted down the steps of the local precinct and onto the grassy field where you lay.Â
âTurn her on her side!â He yelled as diagnoses and courses of action fled through his mind on hyperspeed.
âWeâre trying, sheââ
âSpence?â You choked out through a coughing fit. Heâs surprised his ears caught it.
Reid knelt next to you. âLetâs get you into recovery position.â He said, his voice suddenly soft as clouds. Reid gingerly pushed you onto your left side. âOff your back, there we go.â He bent your right leg and slid it in front of your body to prevent you from rolling onto your stomach if you lost consciousness.Â
âDid she faint?â Reid asked the team. He couldnât take his eyes from your face.Â
âWe think so. She was dizzy, so she laid on the ground. Then she was unresponsive for at least 40 seconds,â Emily said.Â
Spencer pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. Predictably, you were feverishly hot. âSheâs burning up. Has someone called an ambulance?â
âAllegedly.â Hotch said, an edge to his voice.Â
âWe have, sir. Theyâre on their way.â A local police officer responded, exasperated.
Spencerâs eye twitched. âHow long has she been down?â You whined, and he stroked your cheekbone with his thumb.
âItâs okay, sweetheart.â He whispered.Â
âIn total, 15 minutes.â Hotch supplied. âEmily, pour some more water on her.â
âThis was for her to drink.â
âUse one bottle to pour on her face and neck.â Spencer said. âI ran and got Gatorade. She should start with sips of that when she can swallow. Heat stroke can also be caused by salt depletion.âÂ
Spencer was conversing with a local officer over the safety protocols in the area when a pair of policemen walked into the precinct, gossiping about the FBI agent who âfolded fast in the southern Cali heat.â
Spencerâs jaw had clenched. Maybe one of his team members was ill since they put in most of the grunt work to catch the unsub. He wouldâve been more annoyed if not for the worry gnawing at his brain. What if they were talking about (Y/N)? She looked a little shaky right after her chase with the unsub, but Spencer didnât get a chance to ask his friend if she was alright. And, stupidly enough, he forgot to text her to check if she drank any water post-case. Quickly, Reid excused himself, grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, and rushed to the field where your limp body trembled on the grass.Â
âIâm going to pour some water on you, honey," Emily said. You flinched as the frigid water hit your hairline.Â
âBreathe, relax.â Spencer said, shielding your nose. The last thing you needed was some accidental waterboarding.
Seconds after the water drenched your forehead, your whole body relaxed into the grass. âThat felt good.â You smiled weakly.Â
Spencer stroked your arm. âLetâs sit you up in a minute, okay? You should try some Gatorade before the EMTs get here.â
âEMTs? Iâm fine.â You whined.
Spencer didnât think it was possible for his eyebrows to crease further.Â
âYouâre not fine.â Gentler, he said, âand itâs okay not to be fine, sunlight.â
âBut, Iâm alive.â You tried to roll onto your stomach, but your bent leg kept you safe on your back.
Some on the team members chuckled, but Spencer didnât find your delirium humorous. âI know youâre alive, sweetie. But youâre way too hot. I think youâre a little confused right now.â
âIâm justâŠâ You winced. âIâm alive.â
The knot in Spencerâs chest tightened ten-fold. This could be heat stroke. At the very least, you had heat exhaustion. You were dehydrated. You were delirious.Â
Best case scenario: you were ill for a few days. Worst case scenario: You had vital organ damage.
Just as heâs about to call 911 himself, JJ interrupted him. âLookâambulance lights. Help is on the way, honey.â
âYou hear that, (Y/N)? Youâre gonna be fine.â Morgan said. If only Spencer felt that confident.Â
âSpenceâŠâ You blocked your eyes from the light with your limp right hand. âIâm scared. I donât feel well.âÂ
âOh, (Y/N), I know.â He cupped your shoulder and hoped you could feel his love for you through his palm. That sent a jolt down his spine. He wasnât supposed to comfortably think those thoughts about you.
You were sick. This wasnât the time. He leaned over your body. He gave you plenty of breathing room, but his torso was parallel to your hip so his eyes could meet your watering ones. âHey, take a breath for me, Smartie.âÂ
Your nickname for him slipped from his tongue so easily it spooked him. Suddenly, he noticed his thumb stroking over your cotton t-shirt. He should stop. The whole team was watching. He was being was too intimate; he'd face stupid quips from Morgan for days. He kept stroking anyway.
He observed your chest rise and fall. Your breaths were shaky but deeper. He relaxed a tad. Vital oxygen was reaching your bloodstream.
â(Y/N), can we try something?â Spencer asked.
âYes. Maybe. What is it?â
The knot in his chest loosened. You responded immediately and with more than two words; you were becoming more lucid.Â
âCan you sit up and have some sips of Gatorade? I got your favorite flavor. At least, if your favorite flavor hasnât changed from three years ago.â It most likely hadnât. Once your opinion settled, it was frustratingly hard to erode your verdict.Â
âI canâtâŠI donât know.â
âI know sitting up is hard. Iâll help you. And Iâll prop you against my chest. Iâll hold your weight when you canât.â
âKK, Spence.â Your childlike tone tugged at his heart strings.
Spencer and Morgan lifted your limp body from the ground. They manhandled you into a sitting position with your head propped on Spencerâs shoulder and your body tucked between his thighs.Â
One of his arms stabilized you while the other raised a cold bottle of orange Gatorade to your lips.
After nine sips of Gatorade, you spoke again.Â
âOrange.â You took another sip. "My favorite.â
He smiled into your hair. âWhen have I ever lied to you, (Y/N/N)?â
***
Spencer nearly created a crater in the linoleum floor of the ER waiting room with his bouncing heel by the time the doctor came back with an update.Â
âShe had a mild case of heat stroke. We currently have her on fluids, and sheâll need lots of rest for at least the next week.â Doctor Bahamani concluded.Â
âNo signs of metabolic dysfunction? Any respiratory distress?â Reid checked.Â
Doctor Bahamani smiled knowingly. âSheâs going to be just fine, Doctor Reid.â
âCan I see her?â Spencer asked.Â
âYes. Only two at a time, please.âÂ
Spencer didnât care who volunteered with him. He moved without thinking. An outpouring of gratitude for his eidetic memory flooded him. Through the thickest brain fog, he could trust his recollection of the hospital to bring him to the correct hospital room.
The security staff practically had to drag him away from your bedside after the ambulance ride. They might have thrown him out of the ER if not for the flash of his FBI badge.
Something nagged at him as he sped past the nursing station.Â
You were going to be fine. The ER doctor confirmed it. Yet his heart was still pounding and he could barely refrain from running. Even more odd, he wasnât ashamed of his irrational behavior.Â
So what if a doctor deemed you were okay? It was you. And he saw you groggier and more out of it than you'd ever been. And who knows how thorough the doctors were with their examination? It was completely reasonable to worry for one of his closest friends.Â
He just couldn't believe you were alright until he checked you over with his own hands and his own eyes.
***
When you grinned at him from your cot, Spencer wasnât sure whether to smile or cry.
Tears glazed your eyes. But, your gorgeous smile was back.Â
âSpencer?â You asked, brow raised and head cocked.Â
Heâd been staring too long. He looked like an idiot, lamely standing in the doorway as if he were the one with heat stroke.
âStraighten your head. Your neck is probably tight.â
You smiled, but this time it was tight-lipped and painful-looking. âYouâre too worried.â
He watched saline drip down your IV. âOf course Iâm worried, (Y/N). You got heat stroke.â With a deep breath as a shot of courage, he sat in the chair by the head of your bed.
There was nothing odd about sitting with his best friend at the hospital.Â
His chest twisted at âbest friendâ and his resolve collapsed. He couldnât deny it anymore.Â
He liked you. He really, really liked you. He actually might evenâ
âLuckily, I got out pretty unscathed.â You snapped Spencer out of his spiral. âA little dehydrated. Achy. Might feel sick for a few days.â
âOr weeks.â Spencer corrected.
âTrying to look on the bright side here, Doctor.â You smirked and Spencer swore his right ventricle tightened.
Then, your nose scrunched and Spencer's wiped clean of any concern about his cardiac health.Â
âWhat hurts?â
âJust a little achy, Spencer. Iâm alright.âÂ
He shot you a look. He knew all your excuses. He knew you went to self-harming lengths to not worry people.Â
âYouâre not alright.â He reached for the red nurse-call button.Â
Your eyes widened in surprise. âOkayâŠmy body aches, Spence. And the IV burns. But theyâve already told me thatâs normal. No need to take nurses away from an emergency.â
The nurses at the station desk didnât appear to be rushing around for anyone, but Spencer feared this wouldnât behoove his case.Â
âThey can give you pain medication, if you want.â
You hesitated, and immediately Spencer pressed the button. When you smiled weakly instead of bickering, his worry grew tenfold but not without a rush of heat flooding his entire body.Â
In Morgan's words, heâs down bad.Â
âHow are you doing, sunshine?â As if heâd been summoned, Morgan appeared in the doorway.Â
Spencer stepped back from your cot. The part of him riled from Morganâs âsunshineâ moniker wants to shove his hand into yours. Spencer thought he hid his annoyance well, but something about Morgan's smirk told him otherwise.
âUmâŠâ
Morganâs smirk fell. âYou feel that bad, huh?â
You chuckled sadly. âDo I look that shitty or am I an open book today?â
âYou never look shitty,â Spencer said. A tsunami of blood rushed to his face.
âAnyway,â Morgan said, âDo you want anything, Beauty Queen? I can grab you some jello.âÂ
âJello sounds nice.â You said, and something in your voice was so vulnerable and naive Spencer wanted to wrap you in his arms as tight as he could. Which was illogical. That would only hurt you further.Â
He shook his head as if that would remove the thoughts from his mind. âIâm gonna see if I can check up on your labs at the nurseâs station. Iâll make sure theyâre giving you the good drugs.â He smiled.
You laughedâ a genuine laughâ and Spencerâs heart soared. âThanks, Spence.â
âIâll go grab your jello,â Morgan said.
âHold on, you should stay with her just in case she needs anything," Spencer said.
âIâll be fine, Spence.â You said, but Spencer was not prepared to take "no" for an answer.
âIf you boys wants to run her some errands, Iâll stay.â Emily stood in the doorway. âJJ is coming soon tooâ she just got a phone call from a very frantic Penelope.â
Your nose crinkled. âOh no.â You groaned, but you were smiling.Â
âOh, yes. Be prepared for some mother henning,"Â Emily said.
âGarcia canât be any more mother henning than Reid," Morgan said.Â
Before his face could turn redder than a baboonâs bottom, Spencer fled.
Heâs only two yards from the nursing station when Morgan intercepted him at the end of the hall.Â
âSo, youâre going to make your move, right?â
Spencer's body temperature plummeted. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
He tried to shoulder past Morgan, but he was no match for his grip strength. âReid, câmon. You like (Y/N).â
Part of him wanted to laugh. âLikeâ seemed too simple of a word to describe the symphony of feelings (Y/N) started in him. âItâsâŠâ Heâs too tongue-tied to lie. âItâs complicated.â
Youâre brilliant. Youâre beautiful. Youâre brimming with empathy. Youâre everything Spencer could want. And it scared the shit out of him. Because that meant thereâs even more to lose. And if he lost you, there would be no one to blame but himself. It was better for his psyche to not go there with youâ to step back from the line rather than risk what would happen if he failed to make it work in the end.Â
And what if you got hurt? What is you fell in the line of duty? Or worse, what if someone targeted you because of your romantic tie to him? Spencer's already experienced the pain of losing a soulmate-- a concept he wasn't even sure he believed in-- once. He wasn't not sure if he could survive it a second time.
There was too much unpredictability in his life. He chose a dangerous profession. He was gifted a ticking time-bomb of dangerous genes. Heâd never forgive himself if he inflicted onto you the pain heâs been through; losing loved ones, whether through death or mental illness.Â
Morgan's expression turned sympathetic. âReid, you should give it a shot. Our lives our hectic. And if anyone deserves to be happy, itâs you.â
Spencer blinked to block tears from welling. âI just want her to be happy, too.â
âAnd who says you don't make her happy?â
âHis idiotic genius brain.â Rossi appeared from around the corner.
Spencer froze. âYou heard?â His face flushed yet again.
âJust the tail end. But ReidâŠâ He trailed off.
Morgan took the hint. âIâm going to get (Y/N) some jello. With my charm, I could negotiate for some whipped cream.âÂ
âDonât get whipped cream on it. Sheâs lactose sensitive,â Spencer said.
Morgan's stupid smirk reappeared. âGotcha, Reid.â
Rossi took Morgan's place. Once Morgan was out of sight, he began his speech. âYou love her. Donât get in your own way.â Rossi put his hand on Reidâs shoulder. âAnd (Y/N) is an incredibly intelligent woman. Donât insult her intelligence by thinking she canât decide who is or is not worth taking a risk. And for what itâs worthâŠa man like you is worth the risk.âÂ
Rossi left Reid staring at his back.Â
For the longest time, Reid convinced himself he refrained from asking you out to protect you from himself and his hefty baggage. And thatâs not completely untrue.Â
But suddenly, he realized he was primarily trying to protect himself from exposing his vulnerabilities to you this whole time. Thereâs never been a person whose opinion affected him like yours. There's never been a life he's wanted to protect more except perhaps...Maeve.
But just like itâs up to you to decide whoâs worth the risk, itâs up to him to decide as well.
And if today taught him anything, shit happens. And if you slip through his fingers, he doesn't want it to because he wasn't brave enough to make a first move.
And being your person was more than worth the risk of rejection.
Author's Note: Thank you to so much to everyone who stuck around through my hiatus! I appreciate every single one of you! You're super cool :)
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A shorter fic, mostly because the request didn't have too much to go on, but it was the fic that was voted for.
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Kazuha X Mreader
You watch your little troupe dance, keeping an eye on everyone. They go through their routine, ensuring everyone is in sync and positioned correctly. Nearing the end of it, you begin clapping, âGood job everyone! Thatâs enough for today; you can all head home. Iâll clean up around here today.â They thank you, patting your back as you pass them. âThanks, Dad,â They joke, annoying you. âIâm like five years older than you guys,â The women take their time leaving, chatting amongst each other while you grab the cleaning supplies.
While most of the other women were talking to each other, one looked your way, Kazuha. The quiet dancer gripped her bag as it clung over her shoulder. She stepped forward, about to make her way to you when another student stopped her. âKazuha, Do you have any plans today?â She asked; more students began to surround Kazuha, formulating a plan for all of them to go clubbing later. The others overshadowed her voice until she finally managed to catch their attention.
âIâm sorry, but I want to get some more practice in before our show,â Kazuha announced to the others, much to their disappointment. They understood Kazuha; they knew she was dedicated to ballet. Slowly, the other women filed out; Kazuha watched them leave, waving to them as she placed her bag back on the floor. While waiting until the room was empty, Kazuha gathered her courage and walked over to you. âExcuse me,â
You turn around to face her, âYeah? Did you need something?â
âI-um,â Kazuha stumbles on her words, growing more embarrassed as time passes. She had practiced what she wanted to say at home, but nothing was coming out.Â
âWhy donât you take a seat and tell me when you can figure out what you want to say?â You drag a seat out of the closet and place it next to the door. Kazuha sits on it, trying to come up with the words while you mop the floor. You glance at her occasionally, gauging if sheâs figured out what she wants to say. âYou know youâre doing really well, Kazuha.â
Kazuha shakes her head, âNo, I still have a lot of work to do.â
âYouâre far too focused on ballet. Donât get me wrong, Kazuha, I like your dedication to it, but sometimes you need to take a break and try something new. It can help you when you come back.âÂ
Kazuha sighs, her chest deflating as she lets out a long exhale. âThereâs been one thing on my mind.â
âOh, yeah? What?â
âI, um,â Kazuhaâs face gets warmer as she tries again to explain herself. âI-itâs sex.â
âOh, alright, thatâs good.â You say that without realizing what Kazuah said. It takes a second, but the words register with you soon enough. âWhat?â You turn to Kazuha, who is leaning forward in her chair and gripping the edges of her seat.
âTeacher, I want you,â Kazuha admits, one of her hands shifting from her chair to her cunt, rubbing it through her leotard. She moves the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and stands slowly.
âHold on there, Kazuha. Iâm flattered, but-â
Kazuha kisses you, taking your hands and moving them to her waist as she wraps her arms around your neck, âI want you to ruin me, Daddy. Iâm not the good girl everyone thinks I am.â She whispers, her lips lingering on yours before she presses her lips against yours. The flowery scent of her perfume floods your nostrils, and your grip grows stronger. Kazuha stumbles a few steps back; her back hits the wall. Kazuhaâs breathy moan floats through the air as she feels your hands dig into her. She ran one hand down your body, reaching your crotch. Kazuha rubbed it slowly, feeling your bulge grow. Her fingers fumbled with your pants, and her breathing quickened. She was ready to be taken. Kazuha quickly pulled out your cock, stroking it. She could hardly keep her eyes off it; she licked her lips, desperate for it. Kazuha dropped to her knees, unable to resist it any longer. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and rubbing it along the sides of your shaft. âItâs better than I imagined.â Kazuha groans, continuing to lap at it.
You look down at her; if someone had asked you if you could imagine Kazuha like this, you wouldâve said no. She had a lustful look on her face as she wrapped her lips around your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, moaning as her tongue swirled around the tip. âYouâre so big, Daddy.â Kazuha mumbles, beginning to take more of your cock. Kazuha opens her mouth wide, letting you push your length fully inside her. You struggled to resist Kazuha and began moving your hips. She could only moan as you ran your hands through her hair and began thrusting, moaning her name. Saliva ran down her chin as she took every thrust. Kazuha was enjoying your treatment of her. She moved her leotard to the side and began fingering herself, imagining your cock was fucking her instead of her fingers. She pulled down her leotard as much as she could with her other hand and toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger.Â
Your cock began to throb as you watched the angelic Kazuha act like nothing more than a slut. You couldnât hold on, and came down her throat without warning her. Kazuha struggled at first, being caught off guard, but she recovered. The young woman swallowed every drop of your cum. She pulled her head back slowly, grabbing onto your shaft with both hands and kissing the tip before thanking you. She looked up at you with a pleased look on her face. She slowly rose to her feet and walked over to the bar the dancers used at the beginning of class. She bent over, shaking her hips from side to side and moving her leotard out of the way. âI need you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me.â Kazuha made sure to look at you as she said this. She arched her back and waited for you.
You moved behind her, staring at her reflection in the mirror as you pushed inside her tight cunt. Her lips formed an O, but no sound came out. As you continued to push deeper, her voice was finally heard; a loud moan filled the room as you filled her. Kazuha could feel your cock stretching her cunt, filling her better than any of the toys she had at home. âShit, Daddy, keep going.â She cried, gripping the railing tightly as you continued to push deeper. Once you were finally buried inside her, Kazuha began moving, pressing her ass against you while calling your name. âFuck me up, Daddy. Fuck me up.â She repeated. You didnât resist and began thrusting into the young woman, having little care at this point.
You slam yourself deep into Kazuha, letting her fill the room with her moans. She looks at herself in the mirror, smiling as she sees the reflection. The sight of her small body being pounded further turned her on. She reaches down, playing with her clit as you continue your thrusts. You held onto Kazuhaâs waist, pulling her back as you rammed your cock into her. Nearing your climax, you began moving faster; Kazuhaâs legs began growing weak as you pushed her toward her climax. Kazuhaâs cried out when she came, and you had to hold her up.Â
Still not entirely done, you turned Kazuha over, having her face you. You moved one of her legs onto your shoulder before lifting the other and lifting her off the ground. Kazuah held onto the railing and leaned back against the mirror, eyeing you as you began to thrust again.Â
Kazuha looked down, seeing a bulge move as you slid your cock in and out of her. She pressed down on it with one hand, moaning as she realized it was your cock. She continued to press down on it, reveling in the feeling of your cock inside her. âDaddy, I want you to cum inside me,â She moaned. You grunted, feeling her walls tighten around your cock. Kazuha repeated herself, her moans continuing to flow as she pleaded for your cum. You buried yourself inside Kazuha, moaning her name as you filled her cunt with your semen. You gripped her firmly, refusing to let go until you had finished dumping your load inside her. Kazuha shuts her eyes, focusing on the warmth in her womb as you pull out and put her down. Her legs are still weak, and Kazuha falls to the floor.Â
âShit, let me help you up.â Kazuha waves you off and grabs your softening shaft. She wraps her lips around it, her tongue gathering every drop of cum. Kazuha smiled, able to taste herself on your cock. She bobbed her head until she finally cleaned you off, letting your cock go with a pop. You help Kazuha get up on her feet afterward and help her to the chair. The young woman grabs your cock again, stroking it slowly.
âThat was nice, Daddy, but I want you to really fuck me up.â Kazuha pauses, trying to figure out how to continue. âWhy donât we keep this between us? After every class, you get to fuck me as much as you want. You must be stressed watching us perform and try to get ready for our performances. You can let out all that stress on me.â Kazuha leans down, taking the head of your cock into her mouth. âOr in me.â She adds, swirling her tongue around the tip.Â
You and Kazuha worked out the details but generally agreed. You would fuck her after every class, giving her exactly what she wanted. She kept her angelic and pure image to her classmates, but the moment they were gone, she let her slutty side out for you.
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âš "our child is an angel"
JJK characters when called into teacher's office about their child
Characters : gojo, toji, nanami, sukuna
Genre : fluff, crack
Warnings : I use female pronouns
A/n : Toji is not a deadbeat dad in this one because yeah. Wish he was canonical a hot dilf but we can never get what we want where Gege is concerned đ
âą gojo satoru â„
"When your son was asked to wait to go to the bathroom, he replied 'I will pee on your floor then bitch.'" The teacher spoke solemnly.
Satoru immediately snorted which you gave him a death glare for, pinching his thigh harshly.
You frowned," Well, before I question why the teacher denied bathroom privileges..." you turned to your husband. Your son was pouting next to you both, looking away with narrowed eyes," That doesn't sound like him at all, does it Satoru?"
Satoru immediately agreed with you, shaking his head," N-no. Not at all. Who taught you that language, kiddo?"
His son looked at him with a betrayed expression, pointing at him accusingly "YOU did!" He exclaimed.
Satoru's smile was pained as you slowly turned your head to him, eyebrows furrowing,"... Thank you for your time, Mrs. Fiyumi. I will have a stern talking. With BOTH of them." Then you gave her the brightest smile," I think it's all the candy they've been eating, I think maybe it's time to cut down on it all, yeah?"
The teacher nodded in agreement with a knowing smile," Yes, I agree."
The two males simultaneously slouched back into their chairs with loud groans which they covered up with coughs when you glared at them.
Satoru mustered a charming grin, settling a loving hand on your shoulder," I've been meaning to go on a diet anyways, haha..."
You rolled your eyes and patted his hand with yours in a pitying way," shut up, my love."
"Dad! Grow a backbone, you lanky idiot!" Your son scoffed out disapprovingly.
The white-haired man's charming grin fell instantly and he glared beneath his glasses," shut up you-"
âą nanami kento â„
"Yes, your daughter got into a fight with one of the boys and managed to split his lip." The teacher gestured to the little girl in the chair who was sitting oh so politely.
Nanami hummed lowly, brows furrowed," not good." He said with that disappointed drawl to his tone that could make anybody curl into themselves with shame, his own daughter cringing to herself.
You merely raised a brow at your daughter," That right? So she won?" You asked bluntly.
A warm hand settled on your knee, squeezing lovingly and as a warning," not the point, love." Nanami grunted out disapprovingly.
The girl grinned with her cute gap-tooth, blue eyes glinting with pride as she looked to her mother," I won!!" She chirped," he pulled my hair so I split his lip!"
Her parents stared on in silence before Nanami gave her a small smile filled with warmth," Good girl."
âą ryomen sukuna â„
"Your daughter punched Midori-"
Sukuna held up a hand," Don't need to hear it. Let's go." He began to stand up, tugging his little girl by the hood of her hoodie.
You shook your head in disapproval at your husband and looked to the teacher," I'm sorry, can you give me more context?"
Sukuna scoffed," Babe. Its obviously about that rich kid again. The little shit who bullies her? Yeah. Don't give a fuck. I'm proud of my fuckin' daughter." He glared at the teacher and walked out of the room with his daughter following anxiously behind.
Your eye twitched before you stood up slowly, offering a pained smile to lighten the load," well, you heard the man. Thanks." You left as well, not before tugging on your husband's ear like a mother and giving your girl a kiss on the forehead and a promise of ice cream.
Sukuna crouched down to her level and pinched his daughter's cheek with a bored expression, eyes glinting in amusement at the sight of her nose scrunching up at the actions," Next time? Put her through endless torture and misery. I can teach you a few techniques--"
You had to step in before your husband created a potential serial killer.
âą fushiguro toji â„
"Megumi got into a fight aga-"
Toji let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, wiping away the sleepy dust from his eyes as his wife fretted over their son's messy black hair.
"Ugh, I swear your hair drives me crazy, Megs. You definitely didn't get it from my genes." You muttered as you tried to smooth out the strands.
Megumi merely sighed and pushed your hands away with an uncomfortable frown etched onto his face," Mom. Listen to Mrs. Fiyumi." He scolded lightly.
"I am, I am." You whined to him, turning to face the teacher with a frown on your lips.
"You too, dad."
Toji blinked at his son before scoffing," I was, I was." He let out a fatherly grunt as he sat straight in his chair, large hand resting on your thigh as he did, looking to the teacher in boredom.
The teacher cleared her throat, giving the small child a thankful nod for keeping his parents in check," As I was saying, little Megumi got into a fight with a boy yesterday. This behaviour seems very unlike him, so I was just worried if there's anything going on at home lately that's stressing him out?"
Megumi's brows furrowed but he didn't open his mouth, sitting politely in his chair. You hummed," Well, I suppose he hasn't been getting a good amount of sleep lately. But that's all I can think of." You settled a hand on your husband's that was caressing your thigh gently.
Toji hummed," just apologise, Megs. An' we'll be on our way." He grumbled to his son, waving his free hand dismissively.
Megumi cleared his throat and stood up, bowing to his teacher, which shocked her a little," I'm sorry, Mrs. Fiyumi. I won't hit anyone again." When he stood to his full-height, he looked her straight in the eye," I hope your failed marriage is getting better." He stated in such a polite and genuine manner.
Toji bursted out laughing - cackling like a witch whilst you stared at your son in complete horror, tugging his hair scoldingly.
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