#as if having yuuta there all the time isn’t bad enough

[yuwuta]

can’t even lie to you guys anymore i want katsuki so bad

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ HEARTBEAT

tw. pseudocest, noncon, possessiveness, grooming?, age gap, blood, murder, a lot of trauma bonding

wordcount. 6k

a/n. thank yoUUUU rhi for betaing you are my favorite as alwaysssss I love you soooo much ♡♡

okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader

Blood is splattered on the ground of the dirty alley, and there’s another heavy thump when his kick once again lands on the kid’s skull and he moans in pain. He calls him a kid in his head because he’s got that shit-faced little attitude, and now an ugly gap where his front teeth used to sit, but he should be old enough to know better. As a couple passes by the narrow street, he shields things from view a little, before using the long edge of his sheathed sword to push the dumb, bloody face to the side. Because his eyes are starting to look like two overripe tomatoes from the impact, he couches down before the sandy brunet.

“You know what this is about?” Yuuta’s voice is hoarse. He hadn’t really noticed it before, but it’s been a busy week cleaning up your messes. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind. If anything, it makes him feel sort of useful. You’re good and kind and don’t get into trouble on purpose — which is why he’s here late at night making sure things get handled. Niisan’s got it, after all. He doesn’t bother to clear his voice. “Hey.”

“Take my cash,” the young man below him now whistles through the missing teeth, teary eyes darting around as he pats his hand all over himself to look for a wallet.

Yuuta scoffs. “I don’t want your money. If I did, you think I’d waste my time beating your face in like you had it coming?” The anxious, almost nervous lilt to his own voice doesn’t escape him. If you could see him now, you’d probably say that he was enjoying this too much - and while he is, the idea of this getting back to you doesn’t escape his mind. It won’t though, logically speaking. The kid probably wouldn’t be able to see straight for a couple hours, and you will never find out. “I want to know why you’re hanging around Rika’s kid sister.”

“Kid? W- I don’t know any Rika!” He yelps when he tries to lift his head and gets the handle of the weapon hit hard onto the bridge of his nose again, adding more blood to the mess that’s running all over the bottom of his face. Yuuta really can’t see it, lifting his top lip in slight disgust. Handsome, where? Just as much as this boy isn’t really a kid anymore, neither are you. But you’re younger, and deserving of protection — is it really so bad he wants to imagine you as his baby sister for a bit longer before you start trying to escape from under his wings?

Not that you’re going to go anywhere.

“I don’t know a Rika,” the blond whines again now, hiding his face into his hands to drool and hiccup against the cold floor.

“Orimoto Rika, has a kid sister.” Yuuta bites back, patience running really thin.

“O-I- I kn- oh, we’re in the same uni prep class!” He gets up to close his eyes and focus all his attention on not just kicking against his skull until the answers fall out. He knows that, how else would he even know to ask? The head damage takes it a few seconds to make the guy continue, sniffling. “We’re friends- or- my friend knew her. I liked her so we hung out a few times.” Yuuta’s hand is cold around the worn handle.

He takes a slow breath, watches the cloud of air as he lets it out. The promise ring glints in the light of the street, and it’s all familiarity and instinct that makes him brush his thumb over it. “Were you serious with her? Or did you tell her whatever so you could fuck her? Hm? Did you fuck my little sister?” The brunet snivels and whines under him when his foot lands back right before his face, demanding attention.

“I won’t talk to her anymore, I swear! I swear I w-won’t even - it’ll be like I never existed. Please.” The pitiful whining he’s doing, groveling like a dog below him - sort of reminds him of a younger him. Someone who didn’t have a purpose yet, and was scared of everything for it. The heavy weight of the ring clings to his hand when he lifts it to unsheath the katana, seeming to wrap a comforting palm around his own. If he could, he'd tangle fingers with her.

“P-please, let me go home! I didn’t do- I wouldn’t touch your s-sister, I didn’t know.”

“I hate guys who aren’t serious with her.” He clicks his tongue, and has to spit out the nasty taste that this entire situation leaves on his tongue. The weight of the sword is barely an inconvenience when both hands wrap around the handle properly. He’s doing this for Rika and him. Always. “She deserves so much better.” A mean flash of possession crosses his thoughts - how no one except him will ever be good enough. But he pushes it back, because that has nothing to do with why he’s doing this. Nothing.

+

“Yuuta~” Her voice haunts when he closes his eyes.

He’s in the sandpit of the Children’s hospital, rocking back and forth softly on the edge of it as he waits. The sun makes the sand nice and toasty, it warms his feet when he plants them down. “Yuuta!” It’s instinctive, when he looks up at the familiar voice. Rika’s hair travels in a perfect arc behind her when she runs to make it catch the light like a halo. Pretty blue dress making the shine of her hair even brighter, cheeks rosy, and her eyes glittering diamonds when they find his and she crashes down next to him. Her scraped knee is proof that it’s too hard, but he can’t help but smile when her cheek touches his arm on the landing.

Something hits the floor with a loud thump.

Yuuta turns over his shoulder to watch. There’s a smaller child that’s chin down on the earth behind them two, thick crocodile tears threatening to spill when Rika gasps. “Rika neechan~ Wait.” You pout, straightening up quicker than you should to reach your hands out to her. The girl hurries over to dust your cheeks off and drag you along behind her. It’s such a nice day out, Yuuta’s sweater is just thick enough to make his entire body warm. He stares at your face a little too long, before glancing between you two.

You’re still rounder than she is, but it’s undeniably eerie. “Your sister?” He asks softly, and Rika grins wide. She gently maneuvers you by the hand to sit next to her, then pulls you into a hug.

Her lips are pretty pink when she licks them. “This is Yuuta. Say ‘hi Yuuta’.” You parrot your sister obediently, as she waves your hand around at him. “Me and Yuuta are going to get married. So you should be very nice to him, okay?” Her sweet cheeks are the exact same as yours, long lashes and big, knowing eyes that always have him staring. You just look absentmindedly at the grass when Rika holds you into her side, but nod.

He smiles softly when your big eyes find his again. And Rika giggles. “And she’s gonna be your sister one day, so you gotta protect her well. We’re gonna be one happy family, promise?” She extends her arm to hold out a pinky finger at him. “That’s what I want.”

+

His fingers are pressing indents into your arm. It’s unusual. Yuuta’s always gentle, he’s soft and cares, but today his hand is screwed almost protectively tight around your upper arm, and you can’t say that you hate the feeling. Maybe childishly, you want him to squeeze even harder - so you’ll have no reason to get out.

You don’t come here a lot. Not since the accident tore open the painful scarred memory of it, but even before then, it wasn’t exactly your favorite place. It’s at Yuuta’s gentle prompting that you even managed to dress, and now walk however slowly between the low stone walls. The rain taps impatiently on the umbrella above, as the older boy casts you a careful glance. Then slowly bends to sit on his ankles, and grabs your hand ever so softly, meeting your eyes. His hands, though big enough to dwarf yours now, are almost velvety when they clasp around yours. It feels like he’s exponentially grown, while you’ve stayed pretty much the same.

Partly the illness. Mostly the age.

“Think you can go on?” he softly asks, kind eyes sympathetically regarding you. Like he’s making a judgment call about whether to turn back after all - debating the long walk back to the hospital. “I’ll be right here with you.”

“You’ve already gone before, haven’t you?” Your voice sounds a bit accusatory, a bit pouty too. Can’t be helped. Yuuta could be a living saint and you’d still find it hard. He clearly doesn’t take it to heart, because he smiles. His one hand then moves up to ruffle your hair.

“It’s still hard for me too, though,” his lips quirk up in an almost smile, but you can tell he doesn’t mean it. It’s sort of comforting to know that even someone like him feels it. Of course he would. Your neesan was family, but Yuuta probably knew her better than you ever could. He was beside her when she got out the two times, and was waiting when she had to get re-admitted. He was there when she got hit— there’s a comforting brush of your cheek when he stands back up and the umbrella gets so much higher. Yuuta blinks. “Come. I think you can do it.”

Your chubby cheeks flood with warmth, as you take his fingers into your hands with a nod. “Okay.”

It’s like this that you wind up at the headstone, stepping through dredged earth that’s been walked on too much. It seems to cling to the bottoms of your shoes with intent - you squeeze Yuuta nii’s hand tighter at the sight of the family grave. It now holds three of your kin in a warm embrace under the several bouquets of wilting flowers, and however morbidly, you think that maybe you’ll be joining soon. You’re young, but it’s not lost on you when the nurses send each other pitying looks.

“Is this where neesan’s buried?” Your voice sounds pinched and small, and sort of pathetic. You imagine Yuuta nii cried when he came to the funeral, but he wouldn’t have whined. You’re whining. You don’t want Yuuta to get fed up with you. Not when he’s the last semblance of ‘family’ you have left. After a while of staring blankly at the stone, he nods, and turns over his shoulder to smile at you again, pulling you a little closer to him. Your arms loop around his waist, staring down at the pretty whites that shake under the rain. “Is this where I’ll be buried when I die?”

He freezes. You feel bad about the double take he does when his spine goes more straight, rigid limbs dropping by his side as a deep, uncomfortable breath makes its way out. Your hands wring together instead.

However long it takes for him to unlock his limbs is however long you breathe through your tears as they well up stubbornly along your lash line, before your head is pulled to his ribs into an embrace. He swallows back emotion himself. “That’s not- I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise. I promise.”

“I’m sick-”

“No.” His eyes glint with something silvery when he takes your face between both hands and lets your childishness wash over him, clenching his jaw. “What happened to Rika was an accident- I- I couldn’t do anything then. But nothing’s going to happen to you as long as I’m here. I need- you to believe me.”

You don’t flinch when he uses your cheek to turn your face his way, but the urge still sits. His eyes study your face too intently, like he’s looking for something he can’t quite find. “I promised that I’d be a niichan that protects you.”

Rain splatters into a million glistening flecks as it meets the headstone.

“Okay,” you say.

It isn’t lost on you that his jaw is set too tight as he drags you back by the hand towards his bike, fist clenched around the umbrella. He breathes a tiny, ‘Later, Rika’ before turning on his heel. You don’t manage the same. Your voice gets stuck in your throat, even when he helps you up onto the bike rack in the back, pulling your face into his chest too tight- squeezes you to mold against him. He smells nice for a teen boy. The kiss he leaves on your crown is gentle, and leaves a soft warmth on your skin — You doubt it is really meant for you.

+

The door pushes open as you’re putting clips into your bangs, tongue trapped between your teeth. You cast Yuuta a glance through the mirror when he lingers at the door, and try to smile. “I’m almost ready.” You’re no longer too keen on fighting, the longer the silent treatment drags on. After a while of watching you with his arms crossed over his chest — he walks over to your bed to plop himself down and lets himself fall backward.

“I’m sorry,” the noiret sighs at nothing in particular, as you put on a necklace and after debating for a second, some perfume. The noise makes Yuuta look, studying you when you turn. It’s easy to forget sometimes that Yuuta didn’t have to stay with you, and he sure as hell didn’t have to give up a lot of his youth to take care of you like he does. Like your other family refuses to do when all the cards are on the table. He catches your stare. “You know I love you. I… worry when you’re not right here where I can see you. We stick together.”

“I know.” Your smile only barely makes your lips move, but you do mean it. You just wish realizations like this didn’t always have to come at the cost of fighting. “For what it’s worth, I’ll probably always forgive you.” You try to laugh, and brush your hair out of your eyes a final time before grabbing your bag. “I’m only going to be out for a few hours, max.”

Yuuta frowns when he sits up. His dark hair is brushed out of his face, damp and soft from the shower. “You’re still going?”

You blank. “Yeah, Himari and Shota are waiting for me. We’re going to see a movie.” He only has to let his eyes travel over your body and clothing once, for you to read what he’s thinking. You yank the edge of your skirt a bit lower, and pull your shoulders up. “What, what?! I can’t go out looking like this? It’s basically the same length as my uniform, what’s wrong with that?!”

“I didn’t say anything,” he breathes back, empty eyes regarding you with a static sort of- indifference, you guess.

“You don’t have to, niichan! God!” You turn to walk out the room, but Yuuta grabs your wrist when you pass by the bed. Sat down like he is, eyes tracing you like a lion- Yuuta no longer looks like the boy that used to draw stars on the ceiling of your hospital room for your amusement. Your cheeks heat when he basically glares straight at you for your attitude, and mulls the answer around in his mouth. Your anger subsides as you take a breath. This is the guy who makes you fresh apple juice in the morning, and calls you up between shifts. Because he cares. He just cares.

“Can I please go, Yuuta nii?”

After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue, staring at the edge of your skirt before tugging at it too, barely hiding a frown you can see dig between his brows. “You know I don’t like that Shota kid?”

Your lips jut out. “Yeah…” It’s getting awfully close to time to leave. You take a step back just to get his hands away from you. It’s distracting, and this is your brother you’re dealing with. “But he’s really nice. He started high school already but he used to be in my class the last three years, so… so you don’t have to worry. He knows I can’t do everything because I’m sick and he says—”

“Yeah, I’m sure he says everything you want to hear… You’re smarter than this. You don’t actually believe that.”

“He’s my friend.” A friend that makes your heart beat a bit faster when he smiles at you, but what’s it to him? “He doesn’t lie.”

Yuuta grimaces when you stare him down. “Don’t tell me about teenage boys, I used to be one.” He bristles before sitting up straighter, and though he’s technically below you, you still feel his energy tower as those big, dark eyes stay on your face. “Are you really ‘going to see a movie’? Or are you just going to sit in a boy’s room all night while I’m worried sick-”

You’re about ready to walk out, but his fingers are still looped around your wrist. “We are going to the movies! Himari and I! Just because a boy is there- ugh! Niichan, don’t make it weird!” The heat burns higher on your cheeks when you ball your fists, ignoring the pressure behind your eyes. This is so embarrassing. “I want to go.”

It’s quiet for much too long, making goosebumps appear all over your exposed skin. Then he breathes. “Come here.” His voice has more of an edge than it used to. You used to like the way your name fell from his lips. You’re not so sure you do anymore. Instead of storming out and forgetting all about him, you stare back at the sharpness in his eyes. When he pats his lap with familiarity, you jerk a brow. But you sit. His breath brushes along your neck too softly where he’s seated. It tickles on the way down.

It almost feels like… like he could wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stopped struggling.

Yuuta nii wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

Fingers come to your necklace, undoing it, and it drops into your lap on the pretty, blue skirt. It’s suddenly much too cold in the room, and you resist the urge to wrap your arms around yourself. It’s fine. You’re fine. Yuuta is family.

Still the untouched skin of your neck feels too exposed.

If he notices your rigid posture, he doesn’t bother fixing it. Just reaches, then pushes your head forward. The childishly familiar pink, bedazzled heart he holds up instead glints, swaying from where you left it on your side table for the night. “You get back at 9,” his lower voice sounds, “or else I’m driving out to wherever you are and dragging you back to my car.” When you don’t say anything in response, he brushes away your hair from your shoulders.

“Yuuta nii,” you start, clamming up when he drapes the dainty thing around your throat and does the closure for you. “I wasn’t going to wear that one tonight.” You don’t always want to wear whatever Rika left behind until infinity.

“I think you will,” he breathes back, and kisses your exposed shoulder. It’s less sweet, more something to punctuate his statement. If he wasn’t so familiar and soft, you’d immediately fight against the way his strong arms wind around your waist to anchor you in his lap. “Just wear it.” His hands stay against your skin, long after he’s finished. Too long, and after seconds of sitting in the tense silence, you jerk up off his lap to grab your discarded bag from the floor. The other necklace drops to the carpet somewhere, but you don’t care.

“Fine,” you bring out tightly, before giving him a last look. Your bottom lip trembles a slight bit, so you suck it into your mouth to make it stop. And tears sting at the corners despite yourself. “Later, then.”

“Tell Himari that niichan says hello. It’s been so long since she’s been here.” He gets up from your bed too, and you resist the urge to rush out the room before him when he steps around you. You can’t fight the feeling that somehow… you were just caught in your lie. Your phone beeps in your bag, as Yuuta nii disappears around the corner. Shota, probably.

+

Blood. The door creaks, swings against the wind.

Dead.

You hope he’s dead. Blood pools at the center of the showers, sinks down the drain too slowly. It sticks to the pretty porcelain tiles of the old school locker room before the water gurgles it down.

They’re dead.

You don’t have to question it before it’s confirmed. Before the heavy, silver cleaver is lodged into the side of the already ruined skull. All of them. All of the boys of the soccer team seem to be present, though you don’t want to try and count. Counting makes it real. This shouldn’t be. The heavy thump makes way for a gross squelch when he yanks the metal out, and keeps the body down with his foot.

The spatters on his face are still wet. You can’t help the way your voice comes out when you breathe in deep and try to keep the tears from spilling over. The cleaver’s red and sticky and so is his hand, up to his forearm, his forehead from wiping his hair away. All of it, ruined.

“Y-yuuta nii?”

The metal door of the locker slams closed with the wind and hits you in the back, sending you skittering forward a few steps before you force the air out of your lungs with a stuttered pant.

With a soft smile, he turns over his shoulder. “Shhh.” The blood’s crusted under his nails when he presses a finger to his lips, then waves you closer. “Help niichan out?” His eyes glint over, before his smile goes a little wider, and he whips the blood off the weapon onto the ground. “S’ your fault I had to do this after all. We can clean up together. Hm?”

Your breathing is so shallow that you can feel your heartbeat in between your ears. You aren’t sure why you nod. The guilt tastes bitter on the way down.

+

Rika was dead on impact. She didn’t have a chance, even after she fought so vehemently against what took your mom. You know that. Even if she didn’t get struck by misfortune then, she might’ve not lived past her teens.

Yuuta doesn’t seem to know. He also doesn't seem to consider the same for you either— letting you toy with the edge of his shirt where you’re curled into him in your too-small bed. The hospital wants you back for another check-up.

It’s true that you’ve already outlived your sister, but that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever. Yuuta nii doesn’t want to hear it. As he brushes your hair with his fingers, you scratch the arm where the IV’s always get attached with an absent minded pout. Until Yuuta notices, pouting down at you. “Are you still feeling dizzy? I can make you some green tea if you’ll let go of me for a few minutes. Lots of honey like you like.” You quickly shake your head.

To him this is final, the worst you’ll ever get, and in reality that’s probably not the case. You don’t tell him though. His deep eyes stay on you a little too long. “What’s wrong?”

Sometimes you wake up and can’t open your eyes past a blurry sliver, your head tight enough to make your skull feel like it’s caving in. Times where you have to clasp your stomach painfully tight to hold yourself together — stumbling in tears into Yuuta’s room. Like you’ll disintegrate in his arms unless you lock him around yourself. This isn’t as bad, but you still feel bad.

Feverish and cold all at once, achy where your stomach goes up and down. You can’t mention the possibility of having to go back into urgent care without aniiki spiraling, so you keep your mouth shut. “I don’t like green tea,” you guiltily admit instead, and stare up at him when he holds a few knuckles to your head, studying you.

His expression scrutinizes you a little tighter, before he pets over your crown. He presses a soft kiss onto your lips. It’s Rika that loved it, you want to say, but for some reason you can’t make the words come out. He sighs, slightly put out, but then nods. “If you’re feeling better later, maybe you can help Yuuta nii with the curry. Okay?”

“Mhm,” you smile up at him, and you can see how the muscles in his jaw unclench.

His soft hands cup your face intently, staring down at you too intently. It starts sweet, until the feeling of his breath dust over your face and you watch as he flicks his eyes all over you. “You look so much like her. I can tell now that you’re getting older though,” his thumb smoothes over your soft cheek. “We should see if there’s something in Rika’s stuff you can still wear.”

“Won’t be able to fit it anymore, niichan.” Your voice comes out apologetic, though you don’t know why.

“Hm. You might be right.” His look goes more distant before he pulls you closer. Legs tangled, arms loosely looped around you. “You’re still smaller than me though. Luckily.” He takes a deep breath, before nuzzling his nose into your crown to breathe long and deep. His warm hands trail over yours before squeezing. “I love you, you know that? Always will.”

You stare at the wall of mementos past Yuuta’s shoulder. Suffocatingly cram packed. Her pictures. Her music poster. Her pre-teen bottle of perfume you wear only on special occasions. Your hands stop toying with the edge of his shirt to brush instead along his forearm until you meet something that isn’t skin. Yuuta’s quiet, but his breathing is slightly pinched— you don’t mean to.

You glance between you two to the plastic your finger hooks onto. The bracelet she made in the hospital care ward for Yuuta that he still wears despite the fact that the color has long peeled off of the cheap beads. “You loved neesan, right?” Your lashes almost brush when you look back at him, watch him trap his tongue between his teeth for a moment as pink sits on his cheeks. His hand wraps around yours to tangle fingers.

“I… did.”

He swallows. “She made the hospital seem a little less lonely.” The mementos seem to stare at you from across the room as he speaks, and the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach refuses to fade. If anything, it gets more painful. Tighter. “We’re going to be together forever though. And I,” he squeezes your hand, voice fading to barely a whisper, “I love you. Love you so much.”

There's a cold slid over your fingers when he moves. You allow him to slip off the band, gently, and almost as if he wants to give it to you without you noticing, his fingers slide the cursed thing onto your hand instead. His smile is gentle, makes those dark eyes look a little less pressing. “When you’re cleared from going back to the hospital, we can find me a matching one. We still have to get married, right?”

The room feels cold.

“... Okay.”

+

“Let’s kiss?”

It’s too late to be early when the shared bed gets crowded over on your side. “St- I’m going to sleep, Yuuta nii. Stop.” You don’t open your eyes to the touch, definitely not to the gentle brush of his fingers over your lips when he gets too close. Always too close- it’s suffocating. “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”

“Don’t be like that.” He sounds happy. He always sounds like that when it has to do with you, and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to flutter open when the thumb instead pushes into your mouth. “If we get married, this will be normal. Don’t pull back.” He pushes onto your tongue to make you hold it in your mouth all heavy and tasting of him, then leans in to push his forehead to yours. Deep, possessive eyes pinning you in place.

“You don’t want to?” It almost sounds mocking. You know you brought this on yourself. You asked to go home early, you asked to invite friends. Maybe this is payback the way big brothers give it. There’s tears that spring up anyway when his other hand slips under your shirt and he squeezes your soft belly. As the spit he wipes on your lips gets kissed away by an impatient sigh. “I’ve wanted to for such a long time. You wouldn’t ask me to wait more.”

“Yuuta nii. We’re siblings, aren’t we?” The ring glitters. Your hand is clenched into the front of his shirt as warm hands grab down your body— hands you love. Hands you trusted.

“Of course we are. That’s why I’m doing this, silly girl.” Hands that push your underwear down your round hips despite you fighting to keep them up. He giggles when you burn with embarrassment, before pressing kisses to your temple. “I love you. I love you, I love you. Who better to kiss you than big brother?” You shake your head, try to push- he doesn’t budge. Just keeps your body in place under his with his weight.

“G-get off of me, Yuuta! Stop being so weird!” You cry, pushing until he grabs your wrist and forces it down beside your head. He’s still smiling though, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like you’re still a child acting out. It’s that which makes you squirm more, and the glare digs into your forehead when he gets on top of you. “Stop~ I don’t want to kiss.”

Instead he laces his fingers with your ring hand, as the other patiently flutters down to rub over your pussy. You don’t want to. You don’t. Yuuta just smiles when he tilts his head to regard you, and squeezes your fingers a little tighter. “Rika-chan asked me to take care of you. Don’t get so mad.”

+

It’s getting cooler and cooler and cooler the longer he stands. Pressed in the corner of the sterile, greenish blue atmosphere with white sheets draped over your body. He takes a long, deep breath until the nurse finishes up with the checks, taking freshly drawn blood away in a vial. “You’re the guardian?”

The red stands out against your complexion as your restless sleep drifts deeper— he shifts in his seat to lace his hands together. “Her big brother, yes.”

She doesn’t bother to pretend to care when tapping her clipboard, gives a distracted smile. “The doctor will be here within the next hour, okay? Please wait here until then.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Yuuta’s quick not to let the smile quirk up onto his mouth when she’s already walking out before he finishes. As soon as the door falls into lock he gets up from the uncomfortable chair to kneel by your bedside and grasp your hand.

Soft. Small.

He hates to admit that he could spend hours here by your side; but the truth is the truth. He could, and he has. And he will, until it is no longer necessary.

Yuuta kisses your hand with a gentle smile, feeling your heartbeat thump under his lips. You mumble, he swears he can hear his name. “I’m here. Niichan’s here.” He smiles a little more when the soft fingers wrap back around his hand and he watches your expression relax even in your sleep. He can’t help it, the soft thumping against his cheek makes his entire body warm.

You’re so alive, and so close- every cell in his body yearns to be beside you. He kisses the area between your thumb and pointer in an attempt to soothe the feeling of biting down entirely. Instead he clasps your hand with two of his before standing up. “You would have loved Rika.” His mouth tingles. “She would’ve hated you- but you would have loved her. I think she would have been a bit jealous though.”

He dips to press a soft kiss onto your lips, humming softly when your warm breath dusts over his cheeks. “You’re so cute.” A few years ago, you would’ve had visitors waiting for you. “I know you were looking forward to graduation, but I’m still here for you.” He places his hands on both sides of your face to hover over you instead of pulling back, can’t keep himself from it.

“You don’t want to leave your niichan, right?” It’s not your fault that everyone else wants you to move on. He’ll take you just as you are. He has to force himself to pull back before he kisses you again, so you don’t wake just yet. You will. And you’ll cry into his chest about missing your precious graduation, and about being stuck here again, just when you were getting better. He never much wanted you in uni anyway.

From his space sat on the edge of your bed, he can easily see how the blanket squirms. How the motion curls and wiggles until he easily pulls the sheet down your chest, then your stomach.

Two beady eyes stare up at him as he brings his face a little closer. The fly head is still clinging to your stomach, hasn’t moved from where he left it. By now it’s become an accessory every few months. It’s not strong enough to kill you— just barely enough to keep you believing you’re still sick, and that’s all he really needs. You need his care, need him. He resists the urge to pick the thing up at least until he can take you back home.

Instead he nudges it up a little higher, so he can place his palm onto your belly to stroke gentle circles in its place, feeling the heat through the gown. He can feel your heart bounce all the way down your body, it’s so cute. When the little fodder curse crawls onto your chest, lids shooting open as you gasp. “Yuuta nii-” Your eyes are lined red, and as soon as they find him you start bawling.

More than happy to let him hike you up from the bed and into his arms, where you bury your face into his neck. Your hiccups are so cute. It’s easy to kiss them quiet when you don’t have enough breath to ask him to stop. He’s sure this time he could slip his tongue into your mouth and you wouldn’t say a thing.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ YOU LOOK SO PRETTY / PRETTY LIKE THE SUN

sweet moments with fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), first jjk reaction post !! this was so hard to write ngl, header from pinterest, title from tom odell - black friday

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI is in love with you.

dusk is filled with golden rays and city lights. you walk side-by-side with megumi in a comfortable silence. these quiet moments with you had always been rare but cherished moments - a small amount of time when you both could finally breathe. 

years of fighting curses had taken its toll on you. with death always just one wrong move away, megumi had grown accustomed to cherishing the little moments with you: when you made him coffee in the morning before he woke up; when you waited at his bedside after he was injured in a fight; when you forcefully put some of your food on his plate after noticing that he wasn’t eating enough.

megumi had never grown up with a view of a real romantic relationship - all of his experience came from side plots in manga and being dragged into watching movies with yuuji - but he was smart enough to realize why his heart beat so fast around you. why he blushed so easily when your hand brushed against his. why he desperately wanted more.

megumi stops when you pause in your steps, stretching out your shoulders. a content sigh escapes you as you look out towards the shore. “the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” you say, your eyes trained on the hues of pink and blue filling the sky. 

megumi glances at the skyline, only taking in the sight momentarily before he turns back to you. all the beautiful things he’s heard about “golden hour” seem to come true. the sun peeks out from behind various buildings, illuminating your silhouette. you softly smile as you look up at the clouds above.

“yeah,” he smiles; his gaze remains trained on you. “beautiful.”

fushiguro megumi is in love with you. now, he just has to tell you.

ITADORI YUUJI is - surprisingly - not a bad cook. over his months at jujutsu high, he had become the unofficial chef in the dorms. so when you fell ill, it was no surprise when he took on the responsibility of nursing you back to health.

your body is little more than a mound of blankets when yuuji creeps into your room; a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. he moves with the utmost care as he makes his way across the room before setting the bowl down on your bedside table. despite your puffy eyes and red-tipped nose he smiles, reaching up to push a stray strand of hair away from your face.

you stir awake at his touch before slowly blinking up at him. “hi y/n,” yuuji whispers. “feeling any better?”

he receives a groan in response. “i feel like death,” you rasp out. 

yuuji reaches over, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re still really warm,” he mumbles. “i don’t think your fever has gone down at all.”

his cheeks flush slightly when you reach over, taking his hand into your own. your skin is overly warm and slightly clammy, but yuuji doesn’t mind. instead, he intertwines your hands together. 

“here,” he says, using his free hand to hold up a spoonful of the soup he made. “try it. maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

the metal spoon burns your tongue and the broth is a little too salty, but it soothes your throat all the same. “thank you,” you murmur. “it’s delicious.”

yuuji simply smiles brightly, holding out yet another spoonful for you. “of course.”

“do you know japanese sign language?”

INUMAKI TOGE stares at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden question. it shouldn’t have been all that surprising, but it was something no one had bothered to ask before. 

finally, after a short period of silence, he nods. “salmon.”

toge had grown accustomed to being left out. even while around the most supportive people, he often found himself struggling to be heard - both literally and metaphorically. after all, it was difficult to communicate with others through origini ingredients. 

that didn’t make it any less hurtful, though. 

you smile brightly, hesitantly signing along to your words as you speak. “i’ve been practicing a little. i wanted to surprise you.”

toge’s face flushes; his jacket does little to hide the way his blush spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. your movements are a little sloppy and you’re clearly nervous, but he doesn’t comment on it. no one had ever put in this much effort to speak to him before. to not only listen, but understand what he means. 

“thank you,” he signs in return. he pauses for a second, hesitating slightly before he continues. “i love you.”

“i don’t think i know that one.” toge simply smiles, leaning in to pull you into a kiss. he’ll tell you what it means soon enough. but for now, his flushed cheeks and soft smile tell you everything he means to say.

the safest place in the world is within OKKOTSU YUUTA’S arms. you can’t remember when it became a routine for the two of you. he would return home and immediately seek you out; his fingers curl around your waist and tug you closer until your back reaches his chest. 

a soft sigh escapes his lips as he rests his chin against your shoulder. the pieces of your bodies fit together like a puzzle - from the way yuuta intertwines his fingers with your own to how seamlessly his arms wrap around you. 

messy strands of ink black hair brush against the side of your neck when yuuta nuzzles himself even closer against you. his breath ghosts against your shoulder as he leans down, pressing a few lazy kisses over the fabric of your shirt. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too.” your fingertips trace along little cuts and deep bruises decorating yuuta’s hands. “do they hurt?”

he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. it feels trivial to be in pain over such minor injuries, but yuuta has never been the best liar. “only a little,” he murmurs.

you frown slightly, raising your intertwined hands up to your lips. the soft kisses you press against the fresh wounds leave him breathless. with a flushed face and a soft smile, yuuta presses a chaste kiss against your cheek in return. “thank you.”

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[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ ARE YOU STILL WATCHING? OKKOTSU YŪTA

your boyfriend, yūta, doesn’t ever like sharing what’s his. apparently that statement goes for your fictional crushes too.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. jealousy -> over fictional characters. fem oral receiving. yuta gets jealous over your fictional crushes. possessiveness. toxic relationships. wc, 3.2k.

note. another repost (did not realise how much i wrote for this)

yuuta loves your nights spent together. the ones where it’s just the both of you— as it should be, wrapped in each others embrace, pressed into his side for movie marathons and new episodes of your favourite tv show just moments after they’ve aired.

it’s like nights of proof, evidence that he’s all you’ll ever need because he’s never seen you laugh or smile like you do when you’re with him. he hopes you’ll eventually be able to see that this is the happiest you’ll ever be, the type of joy of being with him. wrapped in his love.

it’s a night quite like this one, yuuta gives you a sweet smile as he pushes through the living room door— greeted with your soft figure on the sofa, already flicking through the netflix homescreen and the sofa dips under his weight when he sits beside you.

hes watching you so intently, his still gaze cutting through your features and the feeling urges you to turn to meet him just as you decide on your entertainment for the night with a giddy smile.

“hi, yuu-“ you grin as your boyfriend yuuta presses into you, laughing into the kiss he smears against your lips and he thinks you feel so warm under his touch. his hands are cold against your skin but you don’t run or shy away from it when he squeezes at your waist, your lips moving seamlessly against his until he’s letting his eyes peer towards the tv softly to see what you’ve chosen.

only then does he pull away from you, with a soft frown on his pretty features but his hands still hold you before he’s turning to sigh.

“but baby, i thought it was our night.” the show on the tv isn’t yuuta’s usual choice for your nights alone. he much preferred the romcons or chick-flicks that you normally chose — the ones that gave him the opportunities to inch closer, to squeeze into you during confession scenes or steal a kiss alongside your on-screen idols.

“but yuuta, please— they just released a movie, you know how much i love the series.” you’re looking up at him with a slight glow to your gaze, deliberately tracing your hands across his shoulders — pushing them through his hair like a silent little plea. “and you know who is in it.” you continue, but your words make your boyfriend stiffen this time — something harsher to his gaze because he knows exactly who you mean when you’re biting on your lower lip to hide your smile. his smile, the one that’s reserved for him. it’s supposed to be his.

you know who, being your favourite character from your favourite show. you’ve never openly admitted him to be your on-screen crush but yuuta knows better than anyone that he definitely is. he can always see the way you fidget whenever he’s on screen, doing something heroic and oh so insufferable— he doesn’t see the appeal. he doesn’t know why you do either when you have him by your side. he’s been made deliberately handsome, to play into naive, sweet girls like you’s fantasies but you don’t need someone like that. isn’t he already enough for you?

maybe it’s the thought of being saved by a hero but your boyfriend could do that for you too. he could be your hero — it wouldn’t be hard to draw you into an alleyway with a cursed spirit or maybe two, he’d jump at the opportunity to save you — to reveal himself in all of his glory.

although yuuta promised he would never let anything bad happen to you, it would all be part of his carefully curated plan to have you pliant and scared. you’d never be in any real danger — just enough to be begging for your true hero. you’d cry for him, right? not for anything else?

but despite all of that and because he loves you, he can never say no to you. not when you’re blinking up at him deliberately sweet and starry eyed, tracing shapes into his sensitive skin until the tips of his ears are red and his answer is pushed between the next press of your lips against his. “o-okay, we can watch it.” because he wants, needs to make you happy.

“really? you’re the best!” the smile and praise yuuta’s answer earns from you is so warming and he’s convinced himself it’s because of him, and not because hes letting you watch the movie for your favourite character instead. it’s because you love him, that’s it.

so he lets you kick your feet cutely as you get yourself comfortable beside him, letting him pull you tight into his side like hes staking a claim against the pixels on the tv — like some territorial show of a wild animal claiming it’s mate as his dull gaze focuses on the tv infront of you.

but it doesn’t take long before he’s irritable and fidgeting. two minutes into the opening credits and his eyes are on you because he can almost feel the way you’re beaming at the screen— catching the first glimpse of you know whoand already yuuta wants to kill him. what would it take for him to prove he wasn’t all that you imagine him to be?

would you want to watch your boyfriend tear him apart in the name of love?

but instead of that, he finds another means of bringing you back to him. he lets the cool trace of his fingertips press beneath your shirt as you shudder into him. your eyes are still on the screen but your body leans closer, like an instinct of sorts that feels like it burns him.

another breath and yuuta leans down into you, pressing his lips beneath your ear then across your jawline and he can feel the way your body seems to rise in temperature with every kiss. you’re not pushing him away yet but you’re not looking at him either, so he continues — tracing messy, twisted hearts into your skin between suckled kisses, until his lips are leaving sensitive little marks down your neck and you’re panting against him softly.

“yuuta, the movie.” is all you finally manage but he doesn’t care, couldn’t care because you’re his and he needs to prove it, as silly and twisted as it may seem. he needs to, and you let him.

“sorry, i— i just need you. i cant help it.” theres a strain to yuuta’s voice as he answers you but he feels you shudder when he’s pushing himself onto the floor between your thighs— leaning up to continue his onslaught of kisses before he’s trailing lower gradually, painfully slow until you’re finally looking at him.

he can still hear the effects of the movie in the background but your attention is on him and he feels something burn in his heart at that. that you chose him over everyone else, he knew you’d never abandon or betray him. you really dolove him like you say.

yuuta’s teeth nip at your collarbones before he’s tugging at your shorts to pull them down then your thighs after, letting you lie back more on the sofa as he presses himself beneath them. he pushes them apart to spread you almost too quickly with his next breath as his eyes break from yours only to take you in.

you’re left in only your shirt and panties, so exposed and pretty as they cling to the warmth of your intimate skin and it makes the coiling pleasure in yuuta’s gut tighten delightfully as he admires you.

“yuuta,” your lips part to moan and it makes him shudder before he’s covering it with a sweet smile and his hands are on you.

it happens so fast when you feel yuuta push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed. it’s like he’s desperate to feel you beneath him, warm and wet as he drags the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit to roll the sensitive bud. you twitch, cutely, grabbing onto the fabric of the sofa cushions beneath you as the press of his touch makes you whimper softly.

“you sound pretty.“ he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, hungrily, like he’s trying to force more of those sweet sounds out of you, only for him, as he spreads you even wider. he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, almost whining when he’s not met with much resistance.

yuuta’s fingers are long, long enough for you to hiss at the stretch but your walls still squeeze and mould around them so effortlessly as you take him in. it makes something blissful flutter in his tummy when your head rolls back at the pleasure. so he shifts one of your thighs over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, ready and accessible for him while he gazes up at you from under long lashes and leans into press his first soft kiss between your folds.

but what your boyfriend doesn’t expect to see with his next blink is your eyes on the tv, even if only for a moment— it’s a moment you’re not even looking at him despite the way he’s pushing his fingers into your cunt. he wonders if you’re imagining your tv crush to be the one between your thighs right now, pressing into the spots inside of you that make your walls squeeze and quiver. he hates this, he hates him. do you always think about him instead of your boyfriend?

“baby?” you hum like you’re aknowledging the call but your eyes are still on the screen over his shoulder despite the way your ever loving boyfriend is between your thighs. his tongue is on your clit, tracing it in messy circles and all you can give him in return is a soft pant — why arent you looking at him when he’s treating you so well? why are your eyes still on someone else instead.

“baby.” he calls again but it’s accompanied by a deliberately deep press of his fingers into your walls as he pushes himself up, pulling his mouth away from you and deliberately kneeling infront of the tv until you’re forced to meet his dark gaze. but the depth of frost it seems to hold almost makes you shudder beneath it. it’s lacking it’s usual dull glow despite the way his fingers still press hot between your folds.

“do you want me to stop?” yuuta hums, voice soft despite the way he’s looking at you, holding your gaze like he’s asking you to beg for your life instead of the simple, easily answered question that rings true.

“n-no,”

“then why won’t you look at me?” he’s not unaware of the way the drop in his tone makes you squeeze around his fingers, the obedience earns you another languid press of the digits into you — so deep you can feel the cold touch of the promise ring on his ring finger. the one you wear too. you remember the promise you both made, don’t you? “i thought you liked this.”

“i do, yuu.. please, it’s so good.” your voice takes a higher pitch than normal as yuuta pulls his fingers back out of you, almost teasing you with the reminder he could pull away entirely as you give him a teary eyed blink.

“but you’re not looking at me. you’re watching him,” his gaze deepens, lidded and sleepy when he leans closer to you — ghosting his lips against yours until you’re pressing back into the cushions and your lungs squeeze on your next breath. if it wasn’t for the way your pussy was trying so desperately to pull him back in, he’d think you were scared.

“no, no it just distracted me. i love it,” your toes curl from where they’re resting in the air but your answer pleases yuuta enough to draw himself back again before he’s back between your thighs. his gaze remains though, watching you so intently — you wouldn’t look away again, would you? another saccharine press of his fingers into your walls and he scissors them, making you moan before he’s asking his next question.

“what else? what else do you love?” his warm breath rolls over your slick folds, his dark eyes wavering from yours slightly to shine on where his digits sink into you.

“i love you, yuu— just please, keep going,” the love confession is enough for him, for now and your gaze stays true on his own as his head lowers and his tongue curls against your clit before he’s dragging it back up.

yuuta feels sticky at the words still and he groans, angling his fingers inside of you up with twisted purpose, like he’s showing off how well he can work you — play with your body infront of the screen like he’s making your favourite actor watch. “then watch me.” he brushes them against the spongy spot inside of you, his request murmured between your folds until your hands are in his hair to pull him deeper. “please,”

it’s languid, filthy the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, complimenting it with kitten licks because he knows exactly how to pull the pleasure out of you, the pleasure he owns. the sound effects from the movie are doing little to cover up the lewd squelching sounds accompanied with his slurps and smacks as his eyes lift to touch yours again.

“he can’t touch you like this, baby” yuuta continues to sink his fingers into you as he speaks, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as he laps it back up. it’s a little cruel the way he doesn’t give into your fantasies but why should he when you’re his, so he buries his face into you with a loud swallow—every noise so much messier and wetter than the last, your hands grab and curl in the dark mess of hair and he hums as he urges you to answer. “it’s only me, remember?”

“y-yes, only you.” you reply like you’re hypnotised, in some sort of hormone-drunken trance but oh he loves you like this. it’s like your pretty little head can’t even thinkabout anything else that isn’t your hopelessly devoted boyfriend with every flick of his tongue and twist of his wrist.

“what are you thinking about, hm?” it’s fucked up the way he wishes he could look into your mind, to tear you apart for your thoughts and secrets — to strip your bare and peer into your soul.

“w-what?” your hips stutter, shake beneath him but yuuta finds it too easy to hold you there — pressing more of his weight onto you as he presses your ass into the cushions, and he takes a deep inhale of your pussy with his next lewd suckle on your clit. he could get high on your scent, on your taste and your being.

“do you think about me?” but still, he continues because he needs to hear you say it. to tell him it’s only him you think about when you’re on the brink of orgasm, when it warms and licks at the base of your spine — when you’re so sickwith pleasure and want is it him that’s on your mind? tell him it’s him.

put him at ease after all hes done for you. after how he loves you.

“mhm,” you stutter as yuuta licks into your pussy with a hunger that’s so uniquely him, and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you tremble. you feel him flatten his tongue against your sensitive bud before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and pulling away with an exaggerated pop that has butterflies pooling in your stomach. he’s trained you so well, mindlessly coaxing you into feeding into his obsession because you know it’ll earn you a sweet reward.

“do you want me to save you?” your pussy throbs around his digits and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin, your eyes clenching tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his dark gaze cuts up into you. you feel him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side. “p-please, baby. tell me,”

“y-yes, ‘m gonna cum— save me,” you tell him and your mind feels like it filled with cotton— thick with pleasure but yuuta smile’s against your folds as he works you with practiced precision. he’s watching your hips twist under his touch and feeding on your reactions, devouring you entirely with every lav of his tongue as he breathes into you.

it only takes a few more twists over your puffy clit, accompanied by the deep graze of his fingertips against the sensitive spots inside of you until you’re cumming, so hard and good it almost makes you see white completely as your toes curl and ache. your thighs squeeze around his cheeks and it’s eager the way he buries himself even deeper into you, slurping greedily at the cream his fingers urge to push out of you and he moans at the feeling of you making a mess of his mouth and cheeks.

every whimpered whine against your folds makes you feel even better — prolonging your blissful state and yuuta fucking loves it, so he doesn’t stop until he’s full. not until you’re stuttering out his name and pushing at his head with the overstimulation that makes you burn with every drawn out flick of his tongue. his fingers ease away from the tight, saccharine squeeze of your walls.

you’re adorable as you come down from your high, all dazed and drowsy and your boyfriend admires you as he lets his cheek rest on your still quivering thigh, gazing up at you despite how heavy his cock feels against his sweats right now. your hands are in his hair still but they’ve stopped pulling at his roots, instead you’re busying yourself with brushing the dark hair back from his features as he gives you an adoring blink.

you smile, albeit a little sleepy but it warms yuuta completely at how much love he swears it holds, “yuuta, now we have to restart the movie,” you’re pouting now but you’re pretty, so pretty it earns you a kind smile from your boyfriend despite your want to still watch that same movie he just did his best to pull you away from.

“but, baby, i don’t feel like watching anymore.” his words are soft, accompanied by his fingertips trailing up the inside of your thigh to squeeze and you’re still so sensitive the touch makes you shudder. his next touch is a little higher, just short of your folds as he tests the waters and despite the lingering remnants of your orgasm— you don’t push him away, even when his finger is swiping through the sensitive petals of your pussy once more.

he really didn’t have anything to worry about, did he? you really do love him. the realisation makes him smile again before he’s twisting gently to bite at the inside of thigh— suckling at the skin to leave a mark until you jolt at the sting.

“i found something else to do that’s better for both of us. it’s our night, right? so come, give me all of you.”

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[voxofthevoid]

Writing Log: September and October 2024

Merging the logs because I didn't do a lot of fandoming last month. Well, I did, but it's been pretty scattered. That's not ideal! I work best with a solid but self-imposed routine, but my schedule has been all over the place. September wasn't bad that way, but canon coming to a close wasn't really sparking joy. I'm mostly over that now, I think—just gotta not think about some plot holes and general underwhelming developments (unless it is to forcibly fill those holes—heh).

Anyway, like in August, writing was sporadic and incremental in both September and October. November would have been the same, but the vacation I had planned got cancelled, so it'll likely be business as usual. I don't know if I can finish my current long WIP this month, but I'm hoping to put a bigger dent in it than I managed the last two months.

the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb [JJK, sukuita and goyuu; Yuuji moves into a small isolated town after his grandpa’s death and acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon]: 47,347

lipstick chemtrails [JJK, goyuu ft. fem!Gojou; Gojou helps herself to her favorite student's mouth, and he helps himself to a hell of a lot more]: 9,584

you were made in the image of god (i was not) [JJK, goyuu; Gojou refuses to rot, and Yuuji refuses to move on]: 9,911

Total:

Sept: 35,285

Oct: 31,557

Adding these in, my total unedited word count for JJK is now 1,113,386.

Meanwhile, the plot bunny list has grown...considerably. The total is now 113, but I might go through the list and axe a couple that don't quite spark joy after how the manga ended.

Canon-divergence AU in which Yuuji never ate the finger at his school and only enters the word of sorcery in October, once the Culling Games begin and the finger sealed in him at birth activates.

Yuuji fixates so hard on Gojou that he ends up time/dream traveling in time to when teen!Gojou was the loneliest.

Postcanon fic in which Sukuna says yes to Yuuji's offer to live with him. Years later, Gojou is reborn.

Sukuna and Yuuji are born sharing a soul—and its immense power. Their entry into Jujutsu High livens things up a little too much.

During Gojou’s and Yuuta’s body-swap training, Yuuji crashes the party, and seeing Yuuta’s expressions on Gojou’s face makes Yuuji lose his mind. It escalates predictably.

Canon-divergence AU where fem!Sukuna incarnated a while ago and is content enough to lounge around like in the Heian with fem!Gojou as entertainment. Fem!Yuuji gets treated to an abundance of cunt.

The fifteen-year-old boy whom Gojou ties to the chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the scarred calamity who wakes up.

The necrofic idea should also be in this list, but since I've already finished it, there's no need.

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Prologue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: 2×2 Program Set

ES’ first year of establishment. Late March, the site for filming 2wink’s namesake program; 2×2…

Hinata: “And 2×2 (squared) begins again today!”

Yuuta: “This is our street where we rule!”

Hinata: “Talk about needlessly rap-like~☆”

Yuuta: “We’re in top form~♪”

Yuuta: (…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)

Hinata: (What’s with my brother all of a sudden!?)

(You okay? Not enough excitement? I mean, you’ve been way mentally unstable lately!)

(Onii-chan’s worried. Let’s be more enthusiastic, okay? We’re about to launch our long-awaited namesake program for 2wink at long last, aren’t we~?)

Yuuta: (It’s not like this is our first time doing this, you know, it’s not really anything to get hyped over.)

(I mean, we’ve hosted a great number of variety shows in the past.)

(It’s starting to really show just how that much was barely recognized by anyone.)

(Now that we’ve gotten 2×2, we’ve started getting compliments from fans and peers all of a sudden.)

(“Congrats!” “What a huge breakthrough!” “Now you guys are big-time idols too!”)

(I’m nooooot an idiot!)

(Even though we’re doing the exact same thing we’ve always been doing, only this time the reactions of those around us has changed so blatantly. It doesn’t sit right with me.)

(“Congratulations” for what? They’ve been silent for us the entire time, but they’ll praise us all “good boy, good boy” only when we succeed in doing our “grown-up obligations”?)

Yuuta: (Hah! Acting like a grown-up is too easy!)

Hinata: (This is bad, baaad…)

(He sorta seemed like he had calmed down when he started growing his hair out, but Yuuta-kun was accumulating stress in the pit of his stomach, as he does…)

(Instead, he just hid that stress from even his own Onii-chan and turned it invisible. The poison within his stomach he refused to vent out to anyone increased in concentration—)

(And now, it’s about to erupt. Like a dormant volcano about to explode.)

(I-I need to calm him down somehow, before he directs it at those around him like what happened at SS.)

(O’ raging Aoi Yuuta! God, pacify his anger~!)

Yuuta: …Who are you praying to, Aniki? Gross!

Hey, what has God ever done for us?

Hinata: (H-Huh? I’m not sure if my feelings are getting across very well~…)

(Before, my feelings were always able to reach him without having to say anything, like telepathy unique to twins.)

Hinata: (Yuuta-kun really has changed.)

(No, it’s us both who have.)

Yuuta: Alright, let’s not slack off and get to work. Don’t worry, I’m a professional, I can get my work done even if I don’t feel like it.

Hinata: R-Right. Onii-chan has a lot on his mind too, but he’ll change his mindset too.

“—Now, allow me to introduce you to our “friends” this time around! ☆”

Yuuta: “As you know, every time at 2×2, we begin by pairing up with a “friend” that Aniki and I each call in!”

Hinata: “Then as pairs, we compete with each other to various challenges!”

Yuuta: “One week, we lived either on 500 yen a day, or lived in a suspicious cult village!”

Hinata: “I told you not to call it a cult!”

Yuuta: “Ahaha, please cut that part out, then~♪”

“Anyways. Basically, the idea is the rebellious me challenging my oh so great and perfect big brother—”

Yuuta: *whispering* —Hey, just who is oh so great and perfect? Aren’t you getting a little carried away, Aniki?

Hinata: I-It’s just a scenario! Though truthfully, in part to Volcano Island and all that, I am now more famous and popular than you now…

Yuuta: Hah?

Hinata: Th-That’s just the public image, so this program’s just building off of that “feeling”, isn’t it?

I'd rather not do it either, you know!? A project like this that gives off the feeling that we siblings are on edge with each other~!

Yuuta: Really? I’m having fun with it, though~. ‘Cuz every time, I can beat you up with a just cause, Aniki.

But well, it does piss me off that I’m treated like the “more useless little brother”. But if I keep on winning every time, the public image of me will change, won’t it?

For better or for worse, this program seems to have gained a good amount of public recognition.

While their attention is on us, I’ll change the complexions of the ignorant people of the world who look at us carelessly… Fufufu ♪

Hinata: (Ah~, he’s acting like a bad kid again… I don’t like this. To the public, we probably look like all’s going well with us having our own TV program and all that, but…)

(Our relationship as a unit, in other words, between us siblings, is very, very rocky.)

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Battle on the Sugoroku Board - God Won’t Roll The Dice 2

(Location: “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” program set)

Natsume: …… It looks like the person over there is a staff membER.

Arashi: Hmm. They’re wearing some strange clothes. It looks like they’re wearing a team vest that matches the color of the set.

Natsume: They’re probably an NPC from “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” I thiNK. It seems they didn’t have enough budget to make costumes for the staFF.

Maybe I can ask them for a mission to get goLD. Let’s talk to them.

Staff: Ahh, you’re just in time! Could you take this box to the store over there?

I was planning to deliver the goods myself, but I got injured— As thanks, I’ll give you all the money I have. It’s important to be confident that the goods will be delivered properly!

Natsume: …… HmM. The mission details also seem like they’re based on the gaME.

It’s just called “Open World SugoroKU.”

It’s likely that, in the early stages, some teams will adopt a hiding strategy and actively stockpile gold and iteMS.

Arashi: The set’s announcements were also sounding off a lot. I think we’re being too passive.

Natsume: It depends on how you look at iT. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s a risk of moving too muCH.

I think the reckless actors were wiped out in the early stagES, but from here on we should also be proactiVE.

First, there’s the transporting to the store missiON. If we try to go the shortest rouTE, we’ll end up walking through the middle of an open roAD, increasing the risk of contact with the eneMY.

It takes longer to move forward while hiding in the shadoWS, but our end-game item loadout could overwhelm the enemy teAM.

I’m not sure which is the best solutiON.

Arashi: That’s how it is, isn’t it. We don’t have any support items, we’re too defenseless.

I wonder if our leader Natsume-chan will take the initiative and be an example♪

Natsume: Shouldn’t the track and fielder run theRE?

Arashi: Nope. I’m not that serious about track and field, you know?

I think a member of the game research club like Natsume-chan is better at perceiving space, so you should go. Go on, go on♪

Natsume: Don’t poke mE. It’s irritatiNG.

…… It’s no use trying to impose roles on each othER. I get it, this time I’ll walk in froNT.

InsteaD, please revive me as soon as I’m in the “State of SurrendER.” We have to avoid total annihilatiON.

Arashi: Gotcha. Leave the rest to me♪

Yuuta: Ah, there he is. Vice prez, what are you doing?

Ibara: Your voice is too loud, Yuuta-kun. Please be quiet.

Also, I was just doing some research at the moment, so could you please lower your voice?

Yuuta: You’re researching? Why now?

Ibara: Ah, now that I think about it, I didn’t tell you.

The production director of “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” had previously been in trouble with the police for assaulting entertainers.

Yuuta: Ehh, that’s unexpected~. Vice prez, you absolutely wouldn’t appear on a program like that, right?

Ibara: That was my intention, but I have a connection with NETV so I couldn’t just sit back and watch.

I took the opportunity of appearing on the show to learn more about the production director’s background.

If I use the phone provided by the program, my behavior may be monitored, so I’m using my own phone.

I’m currently asking the staff that accompanied us to record the program to report on the director’s movements.

Yuuta: Uwah, that’s against the rules.

But it doesn’t look like they’re doing anything publicly, huh? I don’t think they’re going to do anything bad if they’re being watched.

Ibara: Indeed. There haven’t been any strange movements so far.

However, it’s always a good idea to stay vigilant. There’s no guarantee that the performers won’t do something during the game under the instructions of the director.

……!? Yuuta-kun, wait.

Yuuta: Uwah, why’re you patting my head!?

Ibara: Wrong. Please lie down.

Yuuta: ?

Ibara: Look, you can see it too. There’s a bunch of idols nearby.

I don’t know what their purpose is, but we can see them.

GPS information is only supposed to be known by team members— someone might be leaking the information,

…… I thought it was strange.

Before the recording, I went to greet the idols from other agencies, but they acted hostile towards ES idols.

They may have taken advantage of the director’s weaknesses and made it so that they would win the game.

Yuuta: Ehh, that kind of thing can happen?

Ibara: It’s merely a hypothetical. We should always assume the worst case scenario, though.

We have to bring back Rinne Amagi-shi right away to avoid our team being wiped out.

Let’s use our head and get through this situation. Alright, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Understood! If I’m going to play, I want to win……!

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oh also does junpei exist in the college au?

(i have had such mixed feelings about him as a character but he can be so interesting to pick apart, esp in contrast to yuuji)

so fun fact !! when first writing this au, i initially was going to have junpei be yuuji’s roommate in the dorms. then i did some research and realized dorms aren’t really common in japan lol ;;

how they met:

• so i know junpei is a little hit or miss as a character, but i think once you take him out of his toxic situation + remove mahito’s influence, he would have genuinely turned out okay.

• so he’s a filmmaking major with big dreams to one day own his own studio where he can make psychological horror movies.

• unfortunately, a byproduct of his high school days left him extremely shy and with a kind of negative reputation from classmates who attended the same university. they aren’t the abusive classmates, but they were the ones who didn’t step in.

• so all in all, junpei’s situation isn’t super great, but it’s a lot better than his high school days.

• yuuji meets him entirely by accident, he’s trying to study for one of his upcoming exams in the library when he sees junpei watching a movie with their earphones on. like a truly bored and easily distracted college student, he ends up watching the entire movie with them, 2 tables away.

• after it finishes, the ending shocks him so much that he immediately stands up and moves to junpei’s table and immediately starts babbling about it.

• the other is so shocked that he’s scared still for a moment, but movies have and always will be his passion so an honest discussion about it immediately pushes him out of his shadow.

• a few hours later, they’re talking like they’ve always been friends and promise to go watch a movie together in the theaters.

• yuuji is so incredibly shocked when he does bad on his exam lol but he still barely passed so he brushed it off

• junpei is definitely one of his more casual friends, not stuck to the hip like megumi and nobara, but they text pretty often and hang out at least a couple times a month.

• yuuji’s influence kinda pushed junpei into joining a couple movie clubs, and he ended up finding really good friends in there.

• junpei definitely had a crush on yuuji for a while, but he’s mostly grateful to yuuji for being the one to push him into making actual changes in his life.

• he’s even met yuuji’s other friends, both the first and second years. though nobara scares him and yuuta is kind of creepy, much to yuuta’s dismay.

• he’s even attending therapy and staying away from bad influences ✨ no bad endings here

• but he is considering transferring to a college farther away, where he can have a proper restart, now that he feels confident enough to make connections with people.

• yuuji is super supportive of everything he does, and made him promise to give him a special screening of the first movie he releases.

the way i am coping so hard with these aus to avoid canon is honestly so impressive of me

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

did maki ever believe that gojo was keeping megumi away from the zenin the way mai did? like this little boy who’s going to be the most important person ever shows up and agrees to be her friend and he treats her with respect in a way no one ever has before. she barely sees him after but she can tell it’s not his fault that he’s being micro managed like that and so she lets it go.

but then one day it’s announced that the ten shadows is never coming back because of Gojo and his scheme to weaken them. what was running through her mind then and when she sees gojo at school later and finds out he isn’t this scheming villain he’ll bent on snatching children who belong to her family?

A part of her believed that Gojo was just using Megumi until she saw him with Megumi and Tsumiki herself.

Maki didn’t think of it in the exact same way that Mai did. She was never fixated on Megumi as a possible way of things getting better. I don’t think Maki ever truly thought things in her family would get better. In the same way, she figured that Gojo was keeping Megumi from the clan for his own machinations, but she also she never thought that it would be all that great if Megumi was returned to the clan, because the clan sucked and Megumi didn’t seem to like them all that much. He was always so tired with them. And he never got a chance to play. She knew that they were beating him, but part of that was that all kids got beat in the Zenin clan. She thought it was normal. She half thought that he would be the exception, but when they finally went back after playing together, Naoya slapped him in the face hard enough to knock him over. He got hit first and he got hit worse, and it was years before Maki fully registered how badly they must have been beating him while they had him. Naoya always was the worst of their family. And they left him in charge of Megumi more often than not.

I think she’s felt kind of distantly bad for Megumi for years. She liked him. He wasn’t a bad kid. He was kind to her when no one else was. And she rarely thought of him, but when she did it was mostly that he was sort of fucked from birth. She figured that either her family would get their hands back on him one day, and he’d be locked up on the compound by a bunch of obsessive freaks, or he’d spend the rest of his life touted around on a leash by Gojo. Either the Zenin would get him back and force him to produce heirs, or the Gojo would force him to breed with their clan in hopes of the next ten shadows being born to them. Either way, she imagined his life would be spent on a leash or in a cage and every aspect of control over it would be kept from him, and it fucking sucked, it really did.

She never thought Gojo actually wanted him because they were a family. She thought Gojo taking him was just a power play by Gojo, and Megumi was the collateral damage.

Even after she came to jujutsu high, she didn’t want to stop believing that? She doesn’t trust easily, and she didn’t want to be fooled just because Gojo acted liked he cared about all of them. She figured he was supporting her as part of an act to embarrass her family again, but it worked in her favor this time so she decided to just let it happen.

Don’t get me wrong, she started to think that Gojo did genuinely care and was genuinely not using them during her first year. But she always pulled back. It’s like how she was with Yuuta in JJK0–after all their time together, Yuuta told her how much he admired her instead of rejecting her, and she told herself not to go thinking she had actually been accepted by people.

Maki assumes the worst of people as a defense mechanism. She doesn’t want to be their fool. So she’s spent the past year with the thought of Megumi lingering in the back of her mind, of whether Gojo was truly just using him, and she always just told herself to stop thinking about it because she didn’t trust Gojo either.

If she did start to trust gojo, and she found out later that he had spent the last decade treating the little boy who had once been kind to her like a pet at best, she would have felt like shit. It would be safer to just… never trust him at all. She was using him to become a sorcerer; he was probably using her to embarrass her family further. It didn’t need to get any deeper than that.

It wasn’t until she actually met Tsumiki and saw Gojo with them that she started to change her mind.

Because she had no idea Tsumiki existed. Megumi never talked about her. He got hit the few times he did in the beginning, and later, he stopped talking about her on the compound out of fear of the zenin retaliating against her instead of him. By the time he met Maki, he wasn’t talking about her at all, and Naobito was trying to get rid of Tsumiki entirely before the rest of the clan found out their beloved Ten Shadows insisted he wanted to live with Gojo because they would be mean to his non-sorcerer sister if they came and lived with the Zenin.

Tsumiki was a reason to keep Megumi from the clan other than using him in a political game. It was a reason Megumi would want to stay away from the clan. Everyone acted like he had been brainwashed by Gojo before now, and she figured that was probably true. But if he had a sister that would never in a million years be safe in Zenin care, and Gojo was treating her kindly, hugging her, teasing her, acting like she was his daughter—

Then maybe Megumi had been safe with Gojo all this time. Maybe Gojo wasn’t just using him.

And then she saw him with Megumi. And Megumi was never afraid of Gojo the way he had always seemed to be with Naobito or Naoya. Gojo ruffled his hair, called him nicknames, and seemed to genuinely just want him to be safe again.

They acted like a family. And maki is only just starting to accept that maybe all this time, Megumi had been safe with his family.

She’s not sold on it yet. She’s still heavily suspicious about why Megumi doesn’t know the importance of his own technique. But she doesn’t think Gojo is only keeping Megumi as his pet or way of mocking the Zenin. She just refuses to close the suspicion in her mind, because she doesn’t want to trust Gojo to Megumi’s detriment.

All of the second years have sort of joined this bandwagon of “protect the flour sack baby.” If she actually finds out that Gojo has just been using Megumi this entire time, her priority would be trying to find a way to get Megumi away from both Gojo and her family. She thinks what her family did to him was completely fucked and that he needs someone looking out for him that’s actually going to care about him as a person. She’s his cousin or aunt or whatever, she doesn’t actually know how they’re related, but she figures that means it may as well be her looking out for him. And these clowns, she guesses. Inumaki and Panda are basically glorified cannon fodder. Yuuta may kill people over him. That’s sort of normal for Yuuta though. It may actually be a positive thing. Who knows. She’s not all that worried.

[seiwas]

STOP you and your boyfriend are cute as hell <3 wishing only the best for you two mwah

also for the ask game!! what about oikawa in jjk and gojo in haikyuu

lmaooo because I feel like they'd lowkey just be each other but tell me your thoughts bb <3 and I hope you're having a good week 💌💌

rina omg u r so cute 🥺 thank u ily 🥺 we just talk abt silly things most of the time 🤧

i did a teen gojo in hq one here hihi but u r so right … oiks n gojo r literally just eachother 😭

oiks in jjk omg… will any of the hq boys survive being in this world… 😭 hMMMM thinking of oiks as a student who goes abroad for training when he finds out yuuta’s doing it 😭 i kinda wanna see him taken under meimei’s wing even tho meimei doesn’t really teach him and mostly just critiques him 🤧

what rlly pushes him to do it is when he finds out he can’t go past being grade 1 🥲 his assessment from meimei is that he’s reached his maximum potential but ofc that isn’t enough bc he wants so bad to be special 😭

gojo’s all whatever about it but oikawa is persistent and stubborn. he proposes it as smth he needs to do even if it kills him 🥲 whether he comes back successful or not… 🤷🏻‍♀️ but things are so different from when he left, and everyone needs all the help they can get

send me a character + another anime and i’ll tell you what i think they’d be doing there!

[yuwuta]

please elaborate on yuuta being the best to keep your relationship a secret, i would think he's the worst bc of how insane he is

“because of how insane he is” being a normal sentence in the context of talking about yuuta is always gonna send me i love the collective acceptance that he’s off his rocker 😭

okay in my last ranking i said worst toge > nobara > megumi > yuuji/nanami > satoru > yuuta best, but i would like to revise my statement and say that megumi is either worse or equal to nobara, and that yuuji is actually slightly better than nanami

yuuta known liar wannabe actor could probably plan a coup in his sleep okkotsu………………. he was genetically blessed with huge hollow eyes and an off-putting shaky demeanor and that was natural selection, he has a biological advantage and he knows how to use it. also something something possession and he kinda likes having you to himself at least for a little bit, something something there are hearts in his eyes whenever someone breathes the first syllable of your name anyway so nobody ever feels the need to ask him to begin with. they know he’s weird and in love when it comes to you 

satoru learns to shutup solely because there’s a small (large) part of him that’s scared of you and it kinda turns him on, so when you threaten him and make him promise to keep your relationship to himself, at least at first, that mix of fear and pleasure and the threat of pain makes his brain kinda mushy so he just nods and obeys whatever you ask of him. there’s also the praise keeping him at bay—whenever he’s about to let something slip and then he catches himself he’s sure to tell you, sure to reap your praises about how he was so good to not run his mouth. it’s a surprisingly effective (even if you don’t know the true effects you have on him). unfortunately, for him, there’s a time limit on how long he can keep something to himself, and he does end up blabbing about it but it’s okay because he makes it up with lots of kisses and begging you to forgive him and probably a new car even though it’s really not that deep 

yuuji can lie. he’s not always the best at it, but that’s balanced out by natural charm, so he’s usually able to distract or spin the situation to his advantage if he is on the verge of letting his secret out. after some time though, he does come to you with his best puppy dog eyes whining about how he has to tell megumi because he loves you so much he’s going to burst if he has to keep it to himself for any longer 

kento keeps a lot of things private simply by omission. he doesn’t talk about his personal life at work unless there’s good reason to, he doesn’t spill personal details to co-workers or acquaintances, and even when he’s with trusted friends, there’s a threshold of personal information he’s willing to reveal unprompted. the caveat is that if he’s asked about you, he’s bound to talk, and even if he doesn’t say anything incriminating, the mere change in his tone and obvious respect and praise for you is enough for someone to piece together that you’re special to him. and if this someone were to flat-out ask, he could never lie about you

nobara is openly crass and loud about her feelings, your secret was never safe with her to begin with. this is the price of you pulling up a chair and sitting in the audience of the performance of her life; she’s made space for you, so it will be known. also bragging rights over megumi and yuuji if they’re single and she’s not

nobody is losing the idgaf wars more than megumi. on a bad day he’s maybe second to satoru, but even then it’s not for long, megumi is such a faker he cares so much about everything all the time always even when he says he doesn’t, even when he says it’s not personal, it’s a like because he would never do or engage in or talk about anything he doesn’t care about or anything that isn’t personal. and if he brings it up and says he doesn’t care, he’s lying and he’s not even a good liar. such a phony pls it’s exactly why you might think you can keep your relationship under wraps for a decent amount of time with him, but you’re quickly proven wrong. it takes one person teasing him about you for him to grumble something that alludes to you two dating, and the cat’s out of the bag from there. also, before you even get to being in a relationship, he’s so obvious about his crush on you it’s embarrassing—you might not have noticed it, but his friends and gojo definitely did

toge literally cannot talk and that doesn’t stop him from kissing and telling and being the overall loudest about you. absolutely the worst, he updates the group chat by the hour once he confesses 

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Grand Slam - The Old-Fashioned Sports Festival: Chapter 6

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Mika & Ibara

TL Note: 

This is a combination of Ibara’s first name and “Doraemon”, a robot cat who has a variety of tools from the future.

< At that time. At the waiting place for "Team CosPro". >

Mika: I-It’s really lively, huh. Especially, “Team StarPro”.

Hinata: It’s like a complete funeral for us, though.

Yuuta: This is so unfair! Why did they split everyone into their agencies? On top of that, only the current Yumenosaki students can participate?

It’s a conspiracy! A punishment! They know there are way fewer idols under CosPro compared to the other agencies at Yumenosaki so they tricked us!

Hinata: Yeah, yeah~! They’re bullying us! They’re making us take responsibility for “Crazy:B’s” antics over the summer since we’re both under CosPro! Probably!

Mika: Ahaha. Despite making such a fuss, it seems we CosPro suffered the least over the summer, though.

Maybe it’s 'cause CosPro is the agency the "Crazy:B" people are under, but they didn’t attack CosPro at all.

Yuuta: Well, no one is stupid enough to break their own legs~...But, even so, I’m sure the public totally sees CosPro as the bad guys.

Hinata: That’s why, no one is going to sympathise with us, even though we’re in such an unfair position! They’re all heartless!

Yuuta: Don’t tell me it actually makes them super happy seeing us getting cornered…?

Mika: I think you guys are reading too much into it~ Just 'cause we’re from the same agency as the bad guys, I don’t think they’ll label all of us as villains.

Yuuta: Oho! You’re so sickly sweet and naive like sugar!

Hinata: That’s no good, Kagehira-senpai~ If people think we’re villains already, then we should be saying and doing more extreme stuff that’ll make their eyes sting!

Yuuta: Well, I think it’s fine not to~ No one’s gonna eat it if it’s only spicy.

Hinata: –Sugar!

Yuuta: –And spice!

Yuuta & Hinata: Makes a miraculous collaboration!

Hinata: “Sugar and Spice Equation” is on sale right now at your nearest store.

Yuuta: That’s all from “2wink”~♪

Mika: Wha, was that supposed to be some sorta commercial just now!? It’s hard to tell if you guys are joking or being serious.

Yuuta: …We’re not idiots so we won’t sum up everything to it being a conspiracy, but we want to complain, at the very least.

Hinata: Right~? They’re awful, aren’t they~? Why do we CosPro have to live life on hard mode?

Mika: Ahaha. If it’s an event consisting of all the schools under CosPro, then it’ll be completely in our favour.

Hinata: We don’t know if they’ll invite Yumenosaki students to events from other schools, though~

Yuuta: Yeah… ES helps a lot in that regard by giving us a push on the back, but for school events like these, we’ve got the short end of the stick.

Hinata: Yeah… Ahh, I wanna graduate already.

Ibara: Salute~! How are you all?

Mika: Ngh, Mr Vice President!?

Hinata: Yaaaay, it’s the vice president~☆

Yuuta: Vice-president~! Did you come all the way here to cheer us on in person~? ♪

Ibara: My, this is a very warm welcome! I am extremely delighted!

Yuuta: Actually, I’ve been feeling really lonely because “Team CosPro” has so few members compared to the other teams! I miss the company!

Hinata: Yeah, yeah! Take a look at this, our waiting place is the only one that looks this empty!

Ibara: Isn’t it good? You have more than enough space to stretch your legs and rest.

Look at “Team StarPro” and the others. They’re placed so closely together, there’s hardly any space to rest, is there?

Hinata: You’re right! We’ve always gotta look on the bright side!

Ibara: Yes. For example, the cameras are filming the others, so we don’t have to worry about talking privately ♪

Or the fewer people there are, the easier it is to control the entire group…♪ This is a very advantageous factor for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”; a proxy war between the four big agencies!

Mika: Wha~... Hearing you say that makes it sound like you have no intention of losing, Mr Vice President.

Ibara: Well, thinking logically, the chances of us winning are slim. We’re bound to lose just by looking at how the roles are assigned within the team.

In that aspect, the proposal for the “Old-Fashioed Sports Festival” has been set up in such a way that it is advantageous in a certain manner. We are outplayed by His Eminence Eichi.

As expected, he is skilled in battle. The outcome of the war has more or less been set before it has even started…

However, I cannot tell you all the details. In truth, the winning agency of the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” will gain the ability to have a “bigger voice” in ES’ future plans.

So, even though our odds of winning are slim, I think it is worth putting your best effort in for that chance at victory.

Now, I shall give you all a secret weapon.

Hinata: Weapon…? Say what? That sounds shady!

Yuuta: Is it a tool that will annihilate the other agencies? You’re amazing, Ibaemon[*] ! 

Ibara: Who are you calling a robot cat from the future? It’s not that. I’ve come with advantageous information.

Even the participants in the events do not know the programme for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”.

There are many reasons why this is, such as, they wanted to make things exciting or to make things fair.

In truth, this is because the preparations for the events are not yet finished.

Yuuta: It seems they’ve rushed the construction too~

Ibara: Yes. I can’t help but laugh at Yumenosaki’s hazardous method of doing things.

Hinata: Especially last year, it was more or less like this.

Yuuta: Yeah. I was pretty surprised to see that people are given proper periods of time to prepare for performances at ES.

Ibara: This is not a university circle with all the time in the world.

Well, putting that aside… In order to shorten the power gap between us and the leading team, an effective strategy is imperative.

Hinata: We’re just talking about the Sports Festival but the words you’re using are pretty out there.

Ibara: I’m honoured to hear such a compliment. Of course, they’ll be insisting to the public that it’s an energetic and wholesome sports festival, so rest assured~! ♪ 

In any case, the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is exactly as its name suggests: It’s a nostalgic event– no, ceremony overflowing with tradition. 

As for what it was like in the past, only a few of the higher-ups, who decided the Sports Festival this year will be held in an old fashion, know the details.

Yuuta: I’ve never even heard of it before. 

Hinata: What is that? It was just a normal sports festival last year, though~?

Ibara: I’m currently investigating, but I do have a guess.

Combining the information I’ve gathered beforehand with the information provided by my spies placed in each industry…

It will make it possible for me to deduce parts of the programme for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”.

I shall let you know the details as they are revealed. If we can see into the future, we can come up with the appropriate strategies.

Of course, I’m sure the other agencies are trying to figure it out on their own, as well. Although, it will only be knowledge on the surface.

A sports festival only appears a limited amount of times in your life. Doing these things would be much better than letting your memories of the event be summarised as something you accomplished nothing in and lost, no…?

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[niki-phoria]

OMGGGG !!! I LOVED THE LATEST WORK SO MUCHHHH SO CUTE !!! would it be too much to ask a continuation of that but with different characters like gojo, toge, nanami and the rest ?? the exact same just different people where they fall asleep on the reader <333

⋆｡°✩ ANGEL / KNEW YOU WERE SPECIAL FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU

gojo satoru, geto suguru, inumaki toge, and okkotsu yuuta falling asleep on you

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), not proofread, sorry if anyone is ooc !! not super happy with these tbh but i'm so glad you liked the last one !! i hope you enjoy this one too :)), header from pinterest, title from the weeknd - angel

curses make GETO SUGURU sick. they taste like a rag that’s been used to clean vomit. swallowing them is an indescribable feeling - one that cannot be forgotten, even with drugs or alcohol.

he sighs as he slips into your shared bedroom. moonlight illuminates your figure, sitting up wide awake on your side of the bed. “you’re home.”

suguru smiles. his hand slips into his hair, brushing a few stray strands away of his eyes. “you waited up for me?”

“of course i did.” his face flushes as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands linger around your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug. “how did it go?”

suguru closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. with each passing moment in your embrace, he can feel the weight of the world slipping off of his shoulders. swallowing his distaste for sorcery, he murmurs, “it was fine.” 

you hum. pulling away slightly, you press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “come here.”

with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, suguru slips underneath the covers to lay beside you. his hair falls down his back in waves, finally released from the confines of the usual bun. 

“i love you, suguru,” you whisper. “i’m glad you’re safe.”

“i love you too.” suguru sighs in response, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. curses make suguru sick. but when your arms wrap around his waist and your fingers tangle in his hair, maybe his life isn’t so bad after all.

GOJO SATORU flinches when shoko slams a cup of water down in front of him. “drink it,” she commands. “you’ve been sitting here wallowing for days. it’s not a good look on you.”

he remains silent, accepting the cup with a shaky sigh. shoko’s dark eyes study his features with a sharp glare. the usual playful glint in satoru’s ocean blue eyes is missing - replaced by a dullness she hasn’t seen in years. his shoulders slump from exhaustion; usually pristinely combed strands of his hair have become tangled from a lack of care. 

shoko sighs. “y/n will be fine.” her words ring hollow through satoru’s mind. his gaze catches a glimpse of you once again - body laying limp in the hospital bed, covered in layers of bandages and bruises. his heart leaps into his throat. 

it’s only when shoko places a hand on his shoulder that he realizes she’s expecting a response. satoru coughs, muttering a soft, “yeah.” 

time blurs together. seconds turn into minutes into hours. it moves agonizingly slow and far too quickly all at once. he closes his eyes, cursing everyone he can think of. of all people - why did it have to be you?

satoru jumps when you cough; the quiet noise is enough to rip him out of his daydream. he digs his nails into his palms. this isn’t real, is it?

“y/n!” he scrambles to his feet; his face looms over you as he studies your face. “you’re awake! how are you feeling? are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you chuckle. reaching up, you brush your thumb against his cheek. “you look worse than me.”

“i was just… worried.” satoru sighs, leaning into your touch. “don’t ever do that again.” 

you softly smile, reaching up and gently carding your fingers through his hair. you guide him to join you in the overly cramped bed. “i love you, satoru.” closing his eyes, he presses his ear against your chest, letting the steady rhythm of your beating heart slowly lull him to sleep. 

INUMAKI TOGE slumps into the seat beside you, not bothering to stifle his yawn. the hem of his uniform presses against the tip of his nose, effectively hiding the curse marks embedded into his skin behind the fabric. he leans against the wall as he studies the smooth plaster coating the ceiling. 

“are you tired?” you murmur. toge startles slightly at the sound of your voice before he nods slightly. you smile. “me too. i wish they would stop sending us out so early.”

shivers run down toge’s spine when your shoulders casually brush against each other. he hadn’t noticed the limited space between your bodies until you were already touching. hesitantly, he leans over until his head settles against your shoulder. “mustard leaf?”

“yeah, it’s fine.” you smile, warming his cheeks once again. toge’s breath hitches in his throat when your lips casually brush against the crown of his head. his heart beats erratically in his chest and his face burns a deep red, thankfully hidden behind the fabric of his uniform. deep violet eyes stare into your own as you brush his bangs aside, softly smiling down at him. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when ieiri-san gets back.”

toge doesn’t tell you that it’s nearly impossible to relax around you - butterflies swarm around in his stomach relentlessly and he can feel his face burn. he doesn’t tell you that shoko will likely just hand him another bottle of cough medicine and send him back to the dorms to sleep it off. he doesn’t mention that you probably need the sleep more than he does. 

instead, he simply smiles, murmuring a soft, “salmon,” beneath his breath before he allows himself to relax, finding solace in the crook of your neck. 

OKKOTSU YUUTA groans, nuzzling himself closer against your couch cushions. his throat scratches every time he swallows and the world spins each time he opens his eyes. his body aches with every movement he makes as he kicks his blankets off, letting the fabric fall into a heap at the corner of the couch. 

you chuckle softly as you make your way into the living room, sliding into the seat beside him. “how are you feeling, yuu?”

“like death.” his worlds slur together in his sleepy state; syllables mush into one until you can barely comprehend the words escaping his lips. his skin is flushed, stained a light pink from his still-ongoing fever.

yuuta raises his head, tired, dark eyes finally meeting your gaze. “i can’t believe i got sick.”

“i’m sorry, honey,” you hum, reaching over to rub your hand against his back. yuuta shivers at the feeling, further relaxing against your touch. his eyes flutter shut; stray strands of ink black hair framing his sharp features. “just focus on getting some rest, okay? you’ll feel better in the morning.”

yuuta grumbles quietly, but relents nonetheless. your hands slip underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. your fingertips rub miscellaneous shapes against his skin, gently massaging the tension away from his shoulders. a soft smile lingers on yuuta’s lips as he sighs, finally falling back into sleep’s familiar embrace.

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

Hello! Could you do a yuta x reader oneshot where reader is a year younger then him and also uses a sword. They are compared to yuta and put down as lesser when going against Kyoto in the goodwill event. So when she meets him she has a rivalry without him knowing. Some rivals to lovers energy. Thank you so much!

Pairing: Yuuta x Reader; request says fem but no pronouns were used to describe reader.

CW: Mini tsunderes; slight Yuuta dragging because reader is jealous. Lol First attempt at Yuuta, let’s goo.

Summary: You meet Okkotsu for the first time. He’s friendly, you on the other hand…

“He looks like the type who got bullied in middle school.”

That’s your first thought upon meeting Okkotsu for the first time. His hair is a bit messy, the disarray obviously from fighting, and his eyes are dark and a little sunken, exhaustion, also obvious to you. The most intimidating thing about him is the tremendous amount of curse energy swirling around him like a thick fog, indicating he definitely had more than enough fire power to earn the reputation that follows him. Yet compared to Gojo, he lacked the flare that you thought all high tier sorcerers were supposed to possess and traded it for gloominess.

Even as he kicks the cursed spirit you were fighting off the broken hilt of his blade, you don’t really feel intimidated by him. It makes you question if this was the same Okkotsu that everyone talks about:

“When I saw another katana-user I got all excited, thinking you’d be like Okkotsu.” The image of that condescending shrug from that thick-headed gorilla known as Todo still haunts you. “But you’re nothing special.”

At least Panda tried to cheer you up after that exchange. “I didn’t know you were a blade-user. It is too bad Yuuta isn’t here. He could probably give you much better training than we could. That’s not to say you don’t know what you’re doing!”

And seeing how average looking he appeared was making you angry and slightly disappointed all over again. This guy is the one who is supposed to be the school’s supreme student?

“Oh, you’re one of sensei’s first years. (Name), right? I didn’t realize the school already stationed someone out here.”

His soft voice easily catches your attention, and it reaffirms your idea that he definitely got bullied in middle school, but what you hadn’t noticed was him getting closer until he was nearly on top of you. Stealthy. “I was assigned to clear the city of remaining curses, but they didn’t tell me that it was a duo mission,” you explain, taking the opportunity to size him up. You didn’t think you could match his cursed energy reserve, but your technique could at least be better.

“I’m not. I noticed a lot of curse energy build up in the area. I’m glad I came to check. You looked like you were in trouble. You’re not hurt, are you?”

You almost make a sarcastic remark, but you’re disarmed by him smiling at you. It’s more innocent and purer than you’re expecting from another sorcerer, and you immediately understand what Panda meant when he claimed that Maki is a little softer around him.

“No, I’m okay. But the area has already been evacuated, and I have the curse situation under control so there’s no need for you to be here,” you tell him, gripping your hand tighter around your sword as you prepare to move to the next city block.

Then, he stops you. “I already killed the remaining curses.”

You freeze in place, your mind flashing with the memories of your assignment and all the curses you’ve taken on since you’ve been here. You had to be out here for at least 2 hours, and he’s saying he finished it all. “All of them?!”

“It really wasn’t that many. Twenty or so. A lot of them were little guys.”

Your jaw must be rusty because it takes three good tries for you to clamp shut your gaping mouth. “I-I see,” you sputter out. “Well, I took the majority anyway. There were three times that when I started.”

“Ah!” He chuckles lightly at you. “I’m sorry to have got in the way then.”

You can’t believe he has the nerve to laugh at you, and you turn to hide your pout. “Just so you know I don’t split mission payment.”

“That’s not a problem, but do you mind if I borrow that? I happened to break mine,” he asks, pointing to the sword latched on your hip. You instinctively clamp your hand around the handle, so tight you can feel the cord burning against your skin. “Please, ma’am. It’d really save me a lot of trouble if I didn’t have to return to the school. I’ll make sure to escort you back to your pickup zone as well.” He folds his hands together, bowing slightly; and though you can’t disagree that something in you likes having the boy you’re always compared to pleading to you or calling you ma’am, your body refuses to hand over the weapon.

“Yes, I mind. You should be more careful with your stuff if you don’t want it breaking, pff, guess your technique isn’t that great after all,” you shrug, and he jerks back slightly at your rejection.

Taken aback, he blushes slightly from embarrassment. “Sorry. Did I do something to make you upset?”

“No, not personally,” you admit quietly, but your conversation is interrupted by the cracking of the ground under your feet. It doesn’t take more than a second to register the cursed energy seeping from the cracking void underneath you. There must have been one hiding all this time.

You duck in Okkotsu’s direction before the ground erupts, revealing a tank-sized scorpion curse. “Looks like you missed one,” you blurt out, and he steps in front of you one hand stretched out in front of your waist to stop you from taking a step forward.

“Stand back,” he instructs and swipes out a katana at his side before moving to take on the curse drilling holes into the ground in front of you.

You scoff as he takes the frontline, as if you were going to stand back and let him do all the work. When you reach for your sword, your fingers grasp nothing but air, and you realize your blade is gone from its scabbard. You search for the familiar glint of steel, only to find the source of your missing blade is non-other than him.

When did he even grab it!

“Hey, you!” you yell out, ignoring the fact that he’s in battle with a curse, not that you think he’d have any trouble judging by the stories; and certainly, you understand now that you would have a lot of catching up to do simply by how easily he takes on the overgrown spirit all by himself.

As soon as the curse spirit fell, you stomp up to him to yank your sword out of his hold while he’s distracted watching the body disappear. “Give me that! Who do you think you are swinging my sword around like that?” you scold, scrutinizing the length of the blade for any knicks. “You, you scratched it!”

He smiles sheepishly, scratching at his cheek to rid himself of the nervous sweat working down the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to have it repaired.”

“That’s not the point. This is a Grade-1 blade! You can’t pour that much cursed energy into it all willynilly like you did,” you scold with a huff, ignoring his apologies and only stopping when his palm cups your face.

Thinking he was about to pick a fight with you, you brace yourself with an influx of curse energy for protection but it’s only a few seconds for you to register the calm flowing into you.

“Your face is cut up,” he explains, ghosting his thumb over your cheek to swipe away a smear of blood. “Some of the debris from the fight must have hit you.”

“Those are just scratches. Nothing to be concerned about,” you grunt out but it’s not enough to stop him from healing you.

“There. All done,” he says, and you’re momentarily disarmed by that smile again. You guess up close, he’s a bit handsome in a way and the way he handles himself is a bit opposite of the gloomy demeanor you originally predicted. “So, I hate to bring this back up, but—"

Sighing, you suppose you owed him one, at least this once. “You better bring it back in one piece,” you demand, handing the sword off to him.  

“Yes, ma’am.”

[okkotsvs]

anonymous requested: maybe yuuta x flirty!reader? where does she like to flirt and see him blush because he's just too cute? also sorry if my english is bad, not my native language~

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 702 words; fluff; blushy yuuta <3

⤏ notes: sorry this is kind of short but i love referring to best boy as this ;-;

Sometimes you can’t help yourself. 

Yuuta’s so easy to tease and it always seems like a missed opportunity if you don’t take that chance. It’s never to the point of making him upset or mad at you, no of course not, but it would dangle on the edge of making him flustered. Though, here’s the thing, you never did this on purpose.

“Morning, pretty boy,” you muse. It’s nearing noon on your guys’ day off from all and any missions or schoolwork. You both barely had time to be with each other throughout the last few months, only managing to catch small glimpses extremely late hours into the night. 

He hums and you know he’s just starting to wake up, Flipping onto his back, he takes you with him, you ending up perched on his chest as his eyes slowly open. You lift a hand to brush away the stray hairs from his face before he actually wakes up; that’s when he realizes what you had said.

“What?” His cheeks start to warm up and you smile. 

“I said,” you lean up and press a kiss to his chin, “morning, pretty boy.” 

Yuuta stares at you, not able to form any words as it’s too early in the morning and you really did that to him. Again, It’s not the first time you did this and it definitely won’t be the last. 

“Y/n,” he calls your name in a low tone.

“Yes, pretty boy?”

“Oh my god.” Your laugh sounds like music to his ears, something he could enjoy if it weren’t for the current situation. He never expected to be the brunt of all your flirting because he didn’t think it would be like this. Of course, you were dating him so all such romantic interactions were reserved for him and him alone but, could his poor heart take it?

Yuuta has this thought process a lot though it never lasts long when you distract with yet more of your fleeting touches and comments that simultaneously say that you are aware and not aware of the effect it has on him. 

The rest of the morning goes without a hitch, working around each other to get ready while still wanting to spend as much time in the room as possible. There isn’t much to do today so your plans were simply to go out and eat at a nearby cafe and come back to the dorms and have an “at-home date.” As you get ready, he finishes before you do and you wave him off to go talk to everyone else he’s missed out time with in the common room.

“Don’t take too long!” He calls behind him, walking down the hall away from the dorm rooms. He catches Inumaki on the way, the latter grabbing his attention with something on his phone as they snicker at the contents. They both end up walking and waiting around at the front to casually talk about anything and everything from what they’re doing that day and the like. 

It’s ten minutes later when you come in yourself, Yuuta’s back is to you so he couldn’t see your face, though the sounds of your footsteps were indication enough thanks to his fine tuned ears. He was going to turn around, but you were just a tad bit faster than him. 

Your hand rests on his shoulder, inching closer to his neck that Yuuta feels the back of it rise with heat. He isn’t sure what you’re trying to do but his reactions and stuttering had already garnered his friend’s attention of concern. 

You grin, flipping down the collar of his shirt before pulling away. “You look handsome, Yuu.” You say oh-so-casually. Toge eyes the both of you, cringing at your display and promptly calls an ingredient to leave you both to it.

He’s still a little nervous and you poke his cheek, cupping his face soon after to turn it to you. “Are you okay?“ He opens his mouth repeatedly to try to find an answer and ultimately gives up. Grabbing you by the waist, he brings you to his chest as he buries himself into your shoulder. 

“You’re something else, y/n.”

[honeymaki]

thinkin of sendin videos of yourself in pretty panties and thigh highs while yuta n maki are on missions 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they made you stay home bc you're their precious little flower n this is how you let them know u miss them. wearing the thigh highs yuta bought you while you part your legs n hump the dildo maki always uses on you when you're together. whimperin their names as you cream all over the silicone n beg them to come home safely so they can fuck you 😞😞. worst part is, they're so busy w the mission they can't even fuck eachother to alleviate the ache between their legs. they just have to wait until they get home to ruin you </3

“Cant do it on my own,” god you sound heavenly, “I miss you, both - miss how good you make me cum, s’not the same on my own,” ending the video with a little whimper and a whine and a squelch as you grind the length of the dildo wedged between your thighs.

Separate rooms. Separate phones. The same message. The same perfect little princess begging for help, begging for them to come home and alleviate the heat, the burn, the silky mess of your cunt. It’s torture watching it, listening to you sob out their names and cum miserably when the tip of the dildo flicks your puffy clit too many times, witnessing the sheer stockings snag and roll down the fat of your thighs, salivating at the swell of your tits heaving from the lacy bra you’d decorated yourself in.

Yuuta has his cock dribbling and twitching and swelling against his thigh, Maki is three fingers deep in her heated cunt and biting her pillow to the sound of you whining her name. They can’t do a damn thing but watch and wait and plan all the things they’re going to do to you when they return, when they burst through the door to wipe your tears and feast on your needs.

The camera catches the rivulets of cream you leave behind on the dildo, the lilt in your voice as you beg, plead, sob for them to come home,

“I got all pretty for you Maki,” she humps her own hand at the way you snap the band of your garter against your thigh, “Please, I wanna - it’s not enough Maki - Yuta I want your cock so bad, so bad, wan’ you both please! I can’t stand it!” And yet, you’re humping that plastic cock like it’s your lifeline and Yuta isn’t sure whether he wants to cum all over the shining image of you crying for him, or save it for the pussy he knows is begging for him. He’s sure he can hear Maki growling through an orgasm across the hall, knows she’s betraying you and listing all the ways she’s going to ruin you when the mission ends. Maybe - maybe he should make a list too. It wouldn’t be too long really; just, you know, keeping you pretty and dolled up for him, and then stuffing your pretty princess pussy with cum.

“Soon baby,” he squeezes the base of his cock and hisses at the neglect.

“Soon princess,” Maki lathes her fingers clean, pretending it’s your cum coating them and not hers.