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delulustateofmind · 3 months ago

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Long Distance III - Don't Go

Sometimes you just can't say goodbye

Gojo x Reader

Blurb, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, end

CW: ANGST/FLUFF- I've been too kind on the last few with the fluff. Satoru crying, switching to Japanese and English.

WC: 7.7k (Holy...shit I think this might be up there with my longest)

A/n: I did do less Japanese this time to kind of showcase that his English is getting more confident. I don't know if there is going to be another part or not. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them! (I might do an epilogue, who knows)

You sat on Satoru’s couch, listening as he paced back and forth across the sleek living room, his voice sharp as he spoke in rapid-fire Japanese on the phone. His frustration was palpable, each clipped word bouncing off the spacious walls of the penthouse.

Your gaze drifted over the room for what felt like the tenth time since you’d arrived. A penthouse in Shibuya. A penthouse. You didn’t know much about professor salaries, but the last time you checked, astrophysics didn’t exactly pay this well.

Satoru ran a hand through his already-messy white hair, ruffling it further until it stuck up in every direction. He cast you an apologetic glance, his blue eyes still managing to sparkle despite his irritation. Your lips twitched into a shy smile as your eyes flicked to your luggage sitting near the door.

Apparently, the hotel had overbooked and lost your reservation. And now, here you were—in Satoru’s impossibly fancy apartment.

You sighed softly, turning toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking view of Tokyo’s skyline. The sun was just beginning to set, the city’s dazzling lights coming alive in the distance.

Behind you, Satoru muttered something under his breath in Japanese, and then you heard the couch creak as he flopped down beside you.

One thing you’d learned in Chicago was that Satoru had no concept of personal space. Before you could so much as glance at him, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his silver hair brushing lightly against your neck.

“Smells nice,” he murmured, the words half in Japanese, half in English. Then, just as quickly, he sat up, burying his face in his hands with a groan.

“This was supposed to be perfect,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. “I can always stay at a hotel nearby,” you offered hesitantly, “or maybe one of those capsule hotels?”

That earned you a sharp look from Satoru, his lips tugging into a pout that was as dramatic as it was annoyed.

“Not safe, Y/N,” he said with a slight whine, his English faltering as he pointed at you for emphasis. “You stay here. My place is better. Safe.”

His tone was final, like there was no room for argument, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his overprotective streak. “Okay, okay. No capsule hotels.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a heavy sigh, his eyes flicking to yours with a faint grin. “You’ll like it here. My place… very comfortable.”

As the tension in the room began to ease, you found yourself smiling, the surreal absurdity of the situation starting to settle in.

Satoru sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair as he sat back against the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His pout deepened, and he glanced sideways at you, his brows furrowed in thought.

“でも、本当に大丈夫？(But, is this really okay?)” he asked, his tone quieter than usual. “I mean… you, here, with me?”

You tilted your head at him, confused. “Why wouldn’t it be? You’re my friend, Satoru. And it’s not like I had anywhere else to go tonight.”

His lips twitched, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained serious. “Friend, huh?” he muttered under his breath in Japanese before switching to English. “But… I’m still a man, you know. 男だし。(I am still a man.)”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. “Ah…何て言えばいいか分からない…(I don’t know how to say it…),” he mumbled, his voice muffled. Then he peeked up at you, his blue eyes uncharacteristically hesitant. “You… staying here. It’s… how to say… difficult? For me?”

You frowned, your heart starting to race. “Difficult? Why?”

He hesitated for a moment before sighing dramatically and flopping backward against the couch again. “Because you’re… you,” he said, switching to Japanese for the last part. “君が…君だから。”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked again, your voice more flustered this time.

“It means,” he said, pausing to search for the right words, “that I… ああもう! (Ah, forget it!)” He waved his hand in frustration and sat up straight, his expression more serious now.

“Look,” he continued in a mix of English and Japanese. “I… care about you, okay? Like, a lot. More than… ah…普通の友達。(Just a normal friend.) So, having you here, in my home, so close…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair again as his ears turned pink. “It’s hard.”

Your breath caught, his words sinking in slower than they should have. “Satoru…”

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, waving you off. “I’m being weird, right? Strange? What’s the word? Uh… creepy?”

“You’re not creepy,” you said softly, your voice steadier now despite your racing heart.

He glanced at you, his eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”

“Really,” you assured him, though your cheeks burned. “I mean, I get it… kind of. But you don’t have to worry. I trust you.”

Satoru blinked at you, and for a moment, his usual teasing grin faltered. His gaze softened, his lips parting like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Finally, he let out a long sigh, leaning his head back against the couch as a small, wry smile tugged at his mouth.

“You’re too trusting,” he muttered, his voice low. Then, in Japanese, he added, “君が思ってるよりもっと。俺がどれだけ君に落ちてるか分からないでしょう。(More than you think. You have no idea how hard I’ve fallen for you.)”

“What was that?” you asked, catching his tone but not the meaning.

“Nothing!” he said quickly, straightening up and forcing a grin. “Just saying… you’re stubborn.”

“Look who’s talking,” you shot back, though your heart was still pounding.

He laughed, the sound a little too loud to be natural, and stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, okay. You stay. But—” He turned to face you, his expression more serious again. “If it gets… too much, you tell me, okay? I’ll sleep somewhere else. I don’t want to…” He trailed off, searching for the words again. “What’s the word? Cross line? Break… uh… rules?”

“I’ll tell you,” you promised, smiling despite your nerves. “But you’re overthinking this, Satoru. It’s just one night.”

He nodded, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his lingering awkwardness. “Right. One night. Just… one.”

As the night wore on, you tried to push the conversation out of your mind, but Satoru’s words—and the way he’d looked at you—kept replaying in your head.

When it was finally time to settle in for the night, he stood in the hallway, awkwardly gesturing toward the guest room. “Bed’s there. You sleep. I, uh…” He scratched his neck, his gaze flicking anywhere but at you. “I stay here. Couch is fine. Perfectly fine.”

“You’re really not going to sleep in your own bed?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he said, his grin returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you repeated, laughing softly.

“For me,” he muttered under his breath, switching back to Japanese.

You stared at him for a moment, the pieces slowly clicking into place. Your chest tightened, and you quickly looked away, not trusting yourself to say anything without your voice giving you away.

“Goodnight, Satoru,” you said finally, your voice softer than usual.

“おやすみ、Y/N,” he replied, his tone equally quiet.

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but lean against it for a moment, your heart racing as his words echoed in your mind.

I care about you, okay? Like, a lot.

Little did you know, Satoru was still standing on the other side of the door, running a hand through his hair as he muttered to himself in Japanese.

“バカだな、俺。(I’m such an idiot.)”

The smell of coffee lingered in the air as sunlight streamed through the massive windows of Satoru’s apartment. You had just finished your shower, wrapping yourself tightly in one of the fluffy white towels he’d lent you. Your hair was still dripping slightly as you stepped out of the bathroom, hoping to make a quick dash to the guest room before running into anyone.

Of course, luck wasn’t on your side.

The door to the apartment swung open just as you stepped into the hallway, and Satoru walked in, a gym bag slung over one shoulder. His hair was damp with sweat, his cheeks slightly flushed, and his fitted workout shirt clung to him in a way that made you immediately regret leaving the safety of the bathroom.

He froze mid-step when he saw you, his pale blue eyes widening as they flickered from your face to the towel wrapped around you.

“Oh,” he said, switching to Japanese instinctively. “あの…(Um…)”

You stood there, rooted in place, your face growing impossibly warm. “Sorry! I didn’t think you’d be back so soon!”

“I—I didn’t think you’d—uh…” His English faltered as he struggled to piece together a sentence. “I came back early. Gym close… uh, towel! You…” His hand shot up to cover his eyes, though the way his fingers splayed slightly made it less than effective. “ごめん! ごめん! (Sorry! Sorry!)”

You clutched the towel tighter, trying to will the heat away from your face. “It’s fine! I’m going to my room!”

He took a step back, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to give you space. “Right! Yes. Room. Good idea!” He turned his head, his voice dropping to a mutter in Japanese. “落ち着け、五条悟。(Calm down, Gojo Satoru.)”

You dashed into the guest room, shutting the door behind you with a quiet groan. Great. Just great. That wasn’t awkward at all.

By the time you emerged, fully dressed and slightly less mortified, Satoru was in the kitchen, his hair damp from what you assumed was a lightning-quick shower of his own. He was pouring coffee into two mugs, his movements unusually quiet.

“Good morning,” you said cautiously, your face still a little warm.

“Morning!” he said, his usual grin plastered across his face, though the faint pink on his ears betrayed his earlier embarrassment. “Coffee? I made some. Very good. You’ll love it.”

“Thanks,” you said, sliding onto one of the barstools.

He placed a mug in front of you, leaning on the counter as he watched you take a sip. “Better now?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced at him, confused. “Better?”

“You looked…” He hesitated, searching for the right word in English. “Uh… embarrassed? Before?”

Your cheeks heated again, and you quickly looked away. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Me too,” he said with a laugh, though his tone was tinged with nervousness. He switched to Japanese, his words coming more easily. “でも、正直言って…少しドキドキした。(Honestly… it made my heart race a little.)”

You choked on your coffee, your eyes snapping to his as he grinned sheepishly. “What?”

“Nothing!” he said quickly, waving his hands in front of him like he could physically erase what he’d said. “Forget it! Stupid joke! Bad English!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your heart pounding as you tried to figure out if he was serious or if his words had just slipped out in the heat of the moment. Either way, your cheeks burned, and you couldn’t quite meet his gaze for more than a few seconds.

“So!” he said, clapping his hands together in a sudden burst of energy, his voice a little too loud. “Today, we go to bunch of places! We eat breakfast at my favorite cafe… and then we walk. A lot. I show you the university I work at! Very impressive.”

“The university?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course!” he said, leaning forward on the counter, his blue eyes sparkling again as he regained his usual confidence. “You see my office. Very cool. Best professor office in the whole building. And I give you tour!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “You’re really proud of your office, huh?”

“Not just the office,” he said, tilting his head with a teasing grin. “The whole thing. Students love me. I’m very popular, you know.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling all the same.

“Good!” he said, standing up straight and grabbing his phone. “Now, we go eat. I pick best breakfast spot. Trust me, you’ll love it. But… you ready?”

“Almost,” you said, glancing down at your still-damp hair. “I should probably finish drying this.”

He gestured toward you with a dramatic flourish, his grin wide. “Take your time! I wait. Very patient.”

Patient? Yeah, right. You shook your head as you disappeared back into the bathroom to finish drying your hair. Satoru wasn’t exactly the patient type—not with his energy or how often he seemed to invade your personal space without a second thought.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him—charming, funny, and total boyfriend material—was even single.

When you finally emerged, he was already at the door, holding it open for you like a perfect gentleman. Or at least, that’s what you thought until he casually reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“You hold my hand, okay?” he said, his tone almost offhand as if it was no big deal. “Busy streets.”

You blinked down at your joined hands, your cheeks warming. “Uh… okay.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you swore you caught the faintest tinge of red at the tips of his ears as he turned away, leading you toward the elevator. His grip was firm but careful, and he didn’t let go even as you stepped out onto the busy streets of Shibuya.

The cafe he chose was tucked away from the bustling main streets, a cozy spot that smelled of fresh bread and coffee the moment you stepped inside.

“Mmm, everything here is good,” he said confidently, gesturing to the menu as you both sat down at a small table near the window. “Pancakes are best!”

You glanced at the menu, noticing immediately that there was no English. The pictures helped, but you hesitated, your Japanese still a work in progress.

“No English menu,” he added, tapping the table with a satisfied grin. “But you can ask me. Anything. I translate for you.”

“Why do you sound so proud of that?” you teased, earning a laugh from him as he leaned back in his chair.

“I am very helpful,” he said, his grin widening. Then, his phone buzzed, and his expression shifted slightly as he checked his emails.

You watched him for a moment, noting how serious he looked when his attention was on the screen. He wasn’t the carefree, teasing Satoru you’d grown used to seeing—here, he seemed… important.

“Are you just a professor?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you as you scanned the menu, trying to decipher the items from the pictures and your limited knowledge of Japanese.

“Hmm?” He glanced up at you, setting his phone down as he leaned forward. “Mmm, yes… and no.” He shrugged, his tone lighter now. “I’m supposed to take over my family business soon.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting the menu down. “Family business?”

He nodded, his grin softening slightly. “Big deal. Very annoying. Too much responsibility.”

“Then why do it?”

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Because it’s… important. To them.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten, but before you could ask more, he added, almost as an afterthought, “Have to be married, though.”

That caught you off guard. “Married?”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, taking a sip of his coffee like it was no big deal. “Part of the deal. No marriage, no… inheritance, I guess.”

You blinked at him, your brain racing. “Wait, so you’re… looking for someone?”

His lips quirked into a small, mischievous smile as he leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly. “Why? You interested?”

Your face went red immediately. “I didn’t say that!”

He laughed, the sound light and teasing. “Relax! Joke, joke. You’re too cute when you get embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” you said quickly, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“Sure, sure,” he said, still grinning as he leaned forward again. “But really, I don’t think about it much. Right now… I’m happy. Here. With you.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. His blue eyes held yours, soft and warm, and you had to look away, focusing back on the menu to avoid the growing flutter in your chest.

“Pancakes,” you mumbled, your voice quieter now. “I’ll have the pancakes.”

Satoru chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Good choice. See? I knew you’d trust me.”

As he called over the waiter to place your orders, you couldn’t help sneaking another glance at him, your mind swirling with thoughts of what he’d just said. Married. Satoru. How does that even fit together?

But the moment passed quickly, his easy smile and lighthearted jokes pulling you back into the present. And as you sipped your coffee, you found yourself thinking that maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind being here with him a little longer.

The day passed in a blur of activity. True to his word, Satoru took you to his favorite places in Tokyo, showing you hidden gems you would never have found. From a tiny shrine tucked between buildings to a bustling street market filled with tempting food stalls, every stop felt more magical with him by your side.

At one point, he stopped to take a photo of you in front of a lantern-lined alley, insisting, “Memory! Very important!”

“You just want a new photo for your phone,” you teased as he held up his camera.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his grin wide. “But still cute, right?”

By the time the sun set, painting the city in hues of orange and pink, you were exhausted but happy. Satoru led you to a quiet park overlooking the skyline, where the two of you sat on a bench, sharing a bottle of water as the city lights began to twinkle below.

“You had fun today?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, glancing at him with a small smile. “Yeah. A lot of fun. Thanks, Satoru.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back and looking out at the view. His expression softened, and for a moment, he looked almost… shy. “I’m glad.”

And as the quiet stretched between you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing you were—how this day felt like something out of a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

As the day began to wind down, Satoru’s energy remained as...boundless as ever. Seriously, how does he do it?

“For the final stop,” he announced proudly, hands in his pockets as he led you through yet another bustling Tokyo street, “we go somewhere very special. My second home.”

“Second home?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He glanced back at you, his grin wide. “The university. You’ll see! I give you very special tour. Labs, classrooms, my office… very cool. You’ll be impressed.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling at his enthusiasm. “If you say so.”

The university campus was sprawling, with modern buildings mixed seamlessly with traditional Japanese architecture. Satoru walked you through it all, pointing out everything from his favorite vending machines to the quiet corners he claimed were the best for napping.

“This is where I teach,” he said as he led you into one of the classrooms. It was a sleek lecture hall, equipped with the latest technology. He hopped onto the desk at the front of the room, grinning down at you. “Pretty nice, huh?”

“You sit there like that when you’re teaching?” you teased, gesturing to his relaxed posture.

“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “The students love it. I make science fun.”

“Of course you do,” you said, laughing as you playfully pushed him off.

Next, he took you to the labs, which were pristine and filled with high-tech equipment that made your head spin.

“This is where the real magic happens,” he said, gesturing broadly as he explained what some of the equipment was used for. His voice grew more serious as he talked about his research, his passion evident in every word.

You found yourself staring at him, not just listening to what he was saying but also noticing how his eyes lit up when he spoke about his work. He wasn’t just charming or playful—he was brilliant.

Finally, he led you to his office.

“This,” he said dramatically, pushing open the door, “is my kingdom.”

The room was neat and organized, with shelves lined with books, journals, and small trinkets. A large window offered a stunning view of the campus, and his desk was adorned with a few personal touches—a photo of him with what you assumed were his colleagues- one of which he seemed rather close to a man with long dark hair, a small model of a rocket, and a mug with a sarcastic science joke printed on it.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the walls, where several framed awards and certificates were displayed.

“You weren’t kidding,” you said softly, stepping closer to get a better look. “You really are impressive.”

Satoru, who had been leaning against the doorframe with his usual grin, straightened slightly at your words. “You think so?” he asked, his voice unusually quiet.

You turned to him, nodding. “Yeah. I mean, look at this. Awards, degrees… You’ve done so much.”

He scratched the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Ah, it’s not a big deal. Just… work?”

“It is a big deal,” you insisted, smiling at him. “You’re really amazing, Satoru.”

He stared at you for a moment, his usual playful demeanor softening into something more vulnerable. “You really think that?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice sincere.

His grin returned, though it was softer now. “Well, I’m glad you think so. But…” He stepped closer, his blue eyes holding yours. He almost said something...but stopped tucking a hand into his pants pocket.

“Anyway!” he said suddenly, breaking the moment as he stepped back with a laugh, his ears tinged pink. “Enough about me. Let’s go! Dinner next! I show you another great spot.”

You blinked, the sudden shift leaving you momentarily dazed. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”

As you followed him out of the office, your thoughts raced. No matter how much he joked or teased, there was something unspoken between you—a warmth that lingered in the air, making every moment with him feel more significant than you wanted to admit.

“Actually… since I’m staying at your place for more than one night… why don’t I cook you dinner?”

Satoru froze mid-step, turning to look at you like you’d just suggested something outrageous. His usual grin faltered, his cheeks tinging pink as he muttered under his breath in Japanese, “ほんとに？(Really?)”

He nodded slowly, his expression softening into something almost shy. “You… cook for me? ありがとう。(Thank you.)”

The grocery store was a mix of playful banter and quiet touches.

Satoru’s hands lingered as the two of you walked through the aisles, occasionally brushing yours as he reached for items. Every now and then, he’d grab something off the shelf with an exaggerated flourish, holding it up as if it were a prize.

“This one,” he’d say in English, grinning like a kid. “Good choice, right?”

When it came time to pay, you insisted on covering the bill, refusing to let him even pull out his wallet.

“No way,” you said firmly, holding your ground.

“But I am host!” he whined, leaning his head against yours dramatically. “You can’t… uh, break tradition.”

“What tradition?” you teased, nudging him away.

“My tradition,” he muttered in Japanese, his tone half-serious. “君は頑固だね。(You’re stubborn.)”

Back at the apartment, the atmosphere shifted into something quieter, warmer.

The faint hum of your voice filled the kitchen as you worked, preparing one of your favorite comfort meals. Satoru sat at the dining table nearby, a stack of papers in front of him as he graded with a red pen. Occasionally, he’d glance up to watch you, his blue eyes soft as he listened to you hum.

At one point, without looking up from his papers, he spoke in Japanese, his tone low and thoughtful.

“君は僕の人生に光をもたらす。(You know, you bring so much light into my life.)”

You glanced at him briefly, thinking he was just talking to himself, and continued chopping vegetables.

He paused, his pen hovering over the paper, before continuing, his voice quieter now.

“僕は結婚しなければならないんだ。(I’m supposed to be getting married.)”

That made you stop. Your hands stilled as you turned to look at him, but his gaze remained fixed on the papers in front of him.

“Before you came here, before Chicago,” he continued, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, “I went on one hundred and fifty-two dates.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?” you murmured, the word slipping out without thinking.

He looked up then, his eyes meeting yours. “People my family thought were… ‘worthy.’” He switched to English briefly, his tone flat. “Rich. Beautiful. Perfect. All fake.”

You didn’t know what to say, your mind racing as you tried to process his words.

“That night,” he said softly, his gaze distant now, “when you joined that server… I had just come back from another terrible date. Some woman only interested in money. Power.” He paused, his lips curving into a faint, humorless smile. “You see, in Japan, everybody knows who I am. But you… didn’t.”

His voice softened further, and he switched back to Japanese, the words carrying a raw honesty that made your chest ache.

“それが僕に特別な何かを感じさせた。(That made me feel… something special.)”

You swallowed hard, your hands gripping the counter as you tried to steady yourself.

“When you texted me, ‘I paid the town rent! Welcome back!’” he said, switching seamlessly to English, his grin returning briefly. “It was stupid. Funny. But I needed that. Someone to play with. And then…” His voice dropped, almost a whisper. “I started to fall for you.”

Your breath caught, your heart pounding as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

“I lied,” he admitted, his tone quiet and unsteady. “No conference in Chicago. I… I needed to see you. It was physically hurting me, wondering if I was falling for you or just… the idea of you.”

You stared at him, the words sinking in like stones.

“And now…” He gestured toward the room, his hand falling back to his lap as he looked at you with a raw, vulnerable expression. “This. You cooking. Me here. It feels so… domestic. Like it could be real.”

“Satoru,” you started, your voice trembling.

But he pressed on, his gaze locking onto yours, his next words spoken entirely in Japanese, each one cutting deeper than the last.

“僕は君に帰ってほしくない。(I don’t want you to go back.)” His voice cracked slightly as he added, “自分勝手になりたい。君を引き止めたい。(I want to be selfish. I want to keep you here.)”

Your chest felt tight, your breath shallow as Satoru’s words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. “僕にも夢があるんだよ。(Can’t you see? I have dreams too.)”

The faint sizzle of the stove was the only sound filling the room as you tried to steady your trembling hands, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You turned back to the pan, desperate to focus on something tangible, something that wouldn’t pull you deeper into the whirlwind of emotions his words had stirred.

“I…” you began, your voice faltering, the weight of everything catching in your throat.

Suddenly, you heard the scrape of his chair as he stood, his movements quiet but deliberate. A warmth radiated behind you, the kind that sent a shiver down your spine before you felt it—his arms wrapping carefully around your waist, his chest pressing gently against your back.

You froze, your breath hitching as he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and the tension in the air seemed to thrum louder.

In Japanese, his voice came low and trembling, each word slipping out as if it pained him to speak.

“もし君に結婚を申し込んだら、答えてくれる？(If I asked you to marry me, would you?)”

Your pulse quickened, but he didn’t stop, his voice cracking slightly as he continued.

“君の人生を捨てて、ここに移ってくれる？(Would you give up your life and move here?)”

You felt his arms tighten ever so slightly around you, his vulnerability pressing against your heart like a weight.

“そんなにわがままを言ってもいい？(Can I be that selfish to ask that of you?)”

Even though your grasp of Japanese wasn’t perfect, the emotion in his words was unmistakable. You didn’t need to understand every word to feel the raw desperation behind them.

And then you felt it—soft, warm tears that brushed against your neck.

Your chest ached at the realization. Someone so confident, so effortlessly charming, was crumbling in your arms.

“Satoru…” you said softly, your voice as gentle as you could manage. You placed the spatula down, turning the stove off as you carefully rested your hands over his. “Are you…?”

His grip didn’t loosen, and he didn’t lift his head. Instead, he whispered, his voice trembling, “Just… let me stay like this. A little longer… yes?”

Your heart clenched, and you nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Okay,” you whispered.

For a while, the two of you stood there, enveloped in a quiet intimacy that felt far too fragile to break. His breathing slowed, and the tension in his arms softened, though he didn’t let go.

“I lied again,” he murmured finally, his voice still muffled against your shoulder.

“About what?” you asked, your own voice quiet, as if afraid to shatter the moment.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. “When I said this was selfish… I meant it.” He hesitated, switching back to Japanese. “でも君に嘘をつくことはできない。(But I can’t lie to you.)”

His hands lingered at your waist as his lips curved into a small, bittersweet smile. “I’m falling for you, Y/N. Actually… no. I already fell.”

Your breath caught, the words sinking in as your gaze held his.

“I thought I could just…” He trailed off, laughing weakly. “Keep it inside. Be cool. But I can’t. You make it impossible.”

You swallowed, your throat felt dry, unsure how to respond, your emotions swirling too fast to catch.

Satoru seemed to notice your hesitation, his hand brushing against your cheek gently. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said, his voice soft. “Not now. I just… needed to tell you.”

The air felt heavier as his words lingered between you. Finally, he stepped back, running a hand through his hair and forcing a grin. “Dinner smells good,” he said, his tone lighter now, though his eyes still held traces of vulnerability. “We eat, yeah? Before it burns?”

You nodded, your voice caught in your throat as you turned back to the stove, feeling the weight of his confession settle deep in your chest.

Dinner passed quietly, the usual playful banter replaced with soft glances and unspoken thoughts. Satoru tried his best to act normal, throwing in the occasional joke or complimenting your cooking, but you could feel the shift in the air—something had changed.

When the plates were cleared, and the kitchen was tidied, he lingered near the window, staring out at the city lights.

“You know,” he said suddenly, his voice carrying a faint smile. “I used to think I had everything. Money, success, whatever. But now… it feels empty without you.”

You froze, the vulnerability in his words once again taking you by surprise.

He turned to you, his blue eyes soft but steady. “I meant what I said earlier. About wanting you to stay. But…” He chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to force you. I just want you to know… you’re welcome here. Always.”

“Satoru… I…” You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. Of course you hesitated—this handsome, wonderful human was being so raw, so honest, and you had no idea how to match that level of vulnerability. “I’ve never dated before, so… I don’t know how to react.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. His blue eyes widened slightly, shock flashing across his face. “You…?”

You shook your head quickly, your cheeks burning. “I mean, I’ve never been in a relationship. Ever.” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, avoiding his gaze as your heart pounded. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or do. This is all so new to me, and you’re just…” You gestured toward him vaguely. “You’re so you.”

His lips parted slightly, and for once, he seemed at a loss for words.

“I’m sorry,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “I know that’s probably weird to hear. I mean, look at you—you’ve probably had… a lot of experience.”

He blinked, and then, to your surprise, a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “A lot of…?” He switched to Japanese, muttering under his breath, “そんな風に見えるのか…(Do I really seem like that?)”

When you gave him a questioning look, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Okay, maybe I’ve had a few… dates,” he admitted, his voice hesitant, as though he was treading carefully. “But they didn’t mean anything. Not like this.”

Your breath hitched, and you finally looked up at him. “This?”

He nodded, stepping closer. “You. This… connection we have. It’s not like anything I’ve felt before.” His voice softened as he switched back to Japanese, his tone more earnest. “君といると、本当に生きていると感じる。(When I’m with you, I really feel alive.)”

Your heart ached at the raw emotion in his words, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through every defense you had. Tears threatened to spill as you stared at him, your chest tight and your thoughts swirling.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, his voice trembling slightly. “Can I… can I hold you tonight? You have the rest of the week left here, and if…” He paused, swallowing hard, his eyes searching yours. “If anything, I’d want us to act like a couple. Even just for now. I want to know everything about you. I want you to be engraved in me because when you leave… I already know it’s going to hurt.”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping as he muttered in Japanese, “行かないでほしい。(I don’t want you to leave.)”

The weight of his confession hung between you, heavy and fragile all at once.

“Satoru…” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“I know it’s selfish,” he said, stepping closer, his hands twitching slightly as though he wanted to reach for you but didn’t dare. “But I can’t help it. You’ve already taken over my thoughts. My dreams. And I—I don’t want to regret not telling you.”

It felt like you both kept going in circles.

Your chest felt impossibly tight, your heart pounding as the world seemed to blur around the edges. All you could see was him—the way his usually playful expression had softened, the vulnerability in his eyes, and the way his lips trembled ever so slightly as he waited for your response.

“You can kiss me,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “And you can hold me tonight.”

His breath hitched, his blue eyes widening slightly as he looked at you, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice shaking. “I don’t want to push you—”

“I’m sure,” you said, stepping closer until you were just inches away from him. “I want this too.”

For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes searching yours one last time for any sign of doubt. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his hands lifting to cup your face gently as if you were something delicate, precious.

When his lips finally met yours, it was soft, tentative—like he was afraid of crossing some invisible line. But as the kiss deepened, the hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through you like fire.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered in Japanese, “君は本当に特別だ。(You’re truly special.)”

You didn’t have the words to respond, your emotions too overwhelming to articulate, so you just nodded, your hands resting lightly on his chest.

Later that night, the two of you sat on the couch, the city lights casting a warm glow through the windows. Satoru’s arm was wrapped around you, holding you close as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“This feels… nice,” he murmured, his voice soft as his fingers traced idle patterns along your arm.

You smiled, tilting your head to look up at him. “It does.”

“I don’t want this week to end,” he admitted, his eyes flickering with something vulnerable again. “I don’t want you to end.”

You placed your hand over his, squeezing gently. “I don’t want this to end either. But…”

He tensed slightly at the word, his gaze sharpening as he looked at you. “But?”

“I don’t know how this works,” you said honestly, your voice trembling. “I don’t know how to leave and not feel like I’m leaving part of myself here with you.”

His grip on you tightened slightly, and he switched back to Japanese, his words quiet but resolute. “僕が君のところに行くよ。(Then I’ll come to you.)”

You blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“I’ll come to you,” he repeated in English, his voice steady. “If you can’t stay… I’ll visit. As much as I can. Or maybe…” He hesitated, his lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. “Maybe you’ll come back here. For me.”

The idea made your heart flutter, the thought of him waiting for you, of building something that spanned the distance between you.

“I’d like that,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smile widened, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he murmured, “Good. Because I’m not letting this end. Not yet.”

As the week unfolded, Satoru made sure to fill every moment with something, as if he was trying to show you that Japan could be your home.

He brought you to his family estate in Kyoto, a sprawling property steeped in history and tradition. As he guided you through the serene gardens and ornate halls, his playful demeanor softened, his pride in his heritage evident in the way he explained every detail.

“This,” he said, gesturing to a centuries-old stone lantern, “is where I used to hide when I was a kid. My mom would call for me, and I’d pretend I couldn’t hear her.”

“You sound like a handful,” you teased, earning a sheepish grin.

“I’m still a handful,” he admitted, nudging your shoulder. “But you don’t seem to mind.”

In Okinawa, he took you to the famous Churaumi Aquarium, where you marveled at the massive whale sharks gliding gracefully through the water.

“They’re amazing,” you whispered, your face pressed close to the glass.

“They are,” he agreed, though his gaze wasn’t on the tank but on you.

When you turned to look at him, you caught the softness in his expression, and your cheeks warmed. “Satoru, stop staring. You’re going to miss the sharks.”

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, a teasing grin spreading across his lips. “I think I like my view better.”

He even took you to Disneyland, insisting on matching outfits—a pair of silly Mickey and Minnie sweatshirts that he picked out with way too much enthusiasm.

“You know people are staring, right?” you said as you walked through the park hand in hand.

“Let them,” he said, grinning as he adjusted the ears on your headband. “We look good. Best couple in the park.”

Each moment had been perfect, almost too perfect, and now, as you stood in the airport, the weight of goodbye threatened to crush you.

Satoru walked with you to the security gate, carrying your bag in silence. His usual grin was gone, replaced by an expression of heartbreak that you’d never seen on him before. His steps were slow, deliberate, as though dragging out every second could somehow delay the inevitable.

When you reached the gate, you turned to him, the lump in your throat growing unbearable as you saw the raw emotion swirling in his pale blue eyes.

“Well,” you began, your voice trembling as you tried to keep it light, “this is it, huh?”

But Satoru didn’t laugh, didn’t tease you like he usually would. Instead, he dropped your bag by his feet and stepped forward, pulling you into a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to merge your soul with his.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Please… stay.”

You froze, your chest aching as you felt him bury his face in the curve of your neck. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the dampness of his tears soaking into your shirt—it was too much.

“Satoru,” you said softly, your own tears starting to spill, “you know I can’t.”

“I don’t care,” he muttered, his voice muffled and trembling. “I don’t care about anything else. I just want you here.”

Your hands clutched the back of his hoodie, holding him as tightly as he held you, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

“I don’t want to leave either,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “But we don’t have a choice, do we?”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, and the sight of his tear-streaked face shattered what little composure you had left. His usually bright eyes were glassy with unshed tears, his lower lip trembling as he struggled to hold himself together.

“I can’t do this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t say goodbye to you.”

You reached up to cup his face, your thumbs gently brushing away his tears. “You’re not saying goodbye,” you said, though the words felt like they were ripping you apart. “This isn’t goodbye, Satoru. I’ll come back. I promise.”

He shook his head, his hands tightening on your waist as if anchoring himself to you. “It’s not enough,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I don’t want promises. I don’t want ‘someday.’ I just want you.”

Your tears spilled over, your vision blurring as you leaned your forehead against his. “I want you too,” you said, your voice trembling. “More than anything.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, clinging to each other like the world might fall apart if you let go.

Then you felt it—his hand slipping into his pocket. Before you could process what was happening, he took your left hand in his, his movements trembling but purposeful.

When he slid a delicate ring onto your finger, the perfect fit, your breath caught in your chest.

“Satoru,” you whispered, your heart pounding, “what are you doing?”

“Marry me,” he said, his voice raw and pleading. His blue eyes locked onto yours, shimmering with tears. “Not now, not tomorrow. Just… someday. Marry me. Please.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out as he continued, his voice cracking as he stumbled through the words.

“In Minecraft, we’ll put our beds together,” he said, a watery smile tugging at his lips. ��We’ll get married in Stardew Valley, I'll buy the stupid ring recipe. I’ll move next to you in Animal Crossing—or I’ll just live in a stupid tent near your house. I don’t care how. I just… I want you to be mine.”

Tears blurred your vision, and you felt like the world had tilted on its axis. Gojo Satoru, confident, brilliant, and larger than life, was standing here in front of you, completely vulnerable, begging for you to stay.

“I…” Your voice broke as you looked down at the ring, delicate and simple yet impossibly perfect. “You’re making this so hard, Satoru.”

“I know,” he whispered, his lips trembling. “But I can’t stop. Not when it’s you. Please, just… think about it. Think about us.”

You nodded, your chest heaving with emotion as you threw your arms around him, holding him tightly.

“I’ll come back,” you whispered, your voice thick with tears. “I promise. And we’ll figure this out. I swear.”

When you pulled back, he placed a trembling hand on your cheek, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll wait,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “For as long as it takes. I’ll wait.”

With one last shaky inhale, you stepped back, your hand lingering in his before you forced yourself to turn away.

“Y/N,” he called after you, his voice trembling, and you stopped, looking back at him through tear-filled eyes.

He stood there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body shaking as he tried to keep it together. “Don’t forget me,” he said, his voice raw and desperate.

Your heart shattered at his words, and you nodded, unable to find the strength to speak. With a final, shaky smile, you turned and walked through the gate, your tears falling freely now as the distance between you grew.

But just before you disappeared into the crowd, you glanced back one last time.

Satoru was still standing there, his tear-streaked face illuminated by the harsh airport lights.

You blew him a kiss and he grabbed it. A smile gracing his lips before he wiped his tears.

This wasn’t goodbye, but it felt like it.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader

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what-even-is-thiss · 10 months ago

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Why are there $50 capsule hotels that’s what I wanna know. For that price I could get a whole room that I can stand up in.

One of the things I do generally is watch travel vlogs and do research on tourist things because I’m poor and I like to dream that someday I won’t be. You know how it is. Dreaming about things you can’t have.

But anyways, there’s capsule hotels in Tokyo that are 50 bucks a night. And you have to pay extra for the sound-proof ones.

You can get a cheap-ass hotel room in Tokyo with two beds for 30-40 USD. You can sleep in a low end capsule hotel with lockable doors and a shower for 15-20 USD.

Who is paying for these $50 capsule hotels besides influencers? Who are the people electing to sleep in a box with no lock on it with no alarms, talking, or eating allowed in the pods when for less than that price they could have a room?

Not a good room, mind you, but at the very least you can stand up in it and not have to use a communal bathroom and you can set an alarm.

And if you really want the pod experience there’s cheaper ones. I wouldn’t because I snore loudly and don’t wanna inflict that upon other people, but you might. And there’s actual budget pod options. Some of them even have lockable doors. Like if I’m gonna be sleeping in a box you may as well put a latch on the door for me.

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jakey-beefed-it · 3 months ago

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Managed to dedicate all of 2 or 3 hours to creative attempts over the past few days, but the results are uninspired, derivative, lifeless schlop. Comparing it even to the dashed-off effluvia of the worst hack, it's garbage. Comparing it to anything even remotely palatable is just Homer's BBQ without the found art angle.

I just wanna climb into a suspiciously coffin-like container, like a Tokyo capsule hotel or a sci-fi cryosleep chamber, and seek oblivion out of everyone's way until I get some halfway decent ideas or they shut off the life support, whichever comes first.

#boring personal bullshit #Jake is a writer or something #Jake runs Dungeons and Dragons #Jake paints a thing #all my art tags going wildly unused otherwise wheeeee

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mumblelard · 10 months ago

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somehow this drawer in my nightstand, which is normally empty, has come to resemble an everyday carry post for chaotic neutral locket cats and also

i am ready for the time of the year when there are too many watermelons

i saw my first stinkhorn of the season this week

i missed seeing the northern lights in georgia because i was zonked on four loko slushies

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i want to go on a ten day trip to tokyo where i sleep in a different capsule hotel every night and i ramble around as i am wont to do and buy a capsule toy from the first machine i see at eleven past the hour every hour i am awake and at the end i line them up like a bunch of pocket sized diary entries. also beer in alley bars and little bits of food grilled over charcoal

i am reading the blue octavo notebooks, for the first time since i was working on that project during lockdown, and experiencing and unexpected wiggly steroscopic perspective on this mumblelardian epoch

i am leaving now to go buy yeast donuts at the supermarket bakery

#sundays #boba #bedside tables #flick knives #stinkhorns #north fulton county #georgia #pandemic era #fifth spring #end of messages

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kandisheek · 2 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 51 – HOLIDAY SEASON

'Tis the Damn Season by picturecat

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,826 Tags: On-Again/Off-Again, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: It’s the kind of cold that fogs up windshield glass. Tony is home for the holidays…one last time.

Reasons why I love it: The dialogue in this is perfect – it conveys so much nostalgia and old, buried hurt. The angst is super relatable, and I absolutely love how it's resolved in the end. The whole fic stirs up so many feelings in me, it's not even funny. Give this one a read, I promise you'll want to experience it for yourself!

A Hanukkah Miracle (No, Not THAT Miracle) by Amuly

Pairing: Wanda/Carol Rating: T Words: 6,282 Tags: Jewish Maximoff Siblings, Friends to Lovers, Traditions

Summary: Wanda invites Carol over for the first night of Hanukkah. And maybe has an ulterior motive.

Reasons why I love it: As someone who didn't grow up with Jewish faith, this fic makes me want to learn a lot more about it. I love all the traditions that Wanda invites Carol to join in on, and the sibling energy between Wanda and Pietro is amazing. Plus, Wanda and Carol are so fucking cute together, they had me smiling throughout the whole fic. I love this one a lot, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Lost in Capsulation by ozuma

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 6,686 Tags: Meet-Cute, No Powers AU, Capsule Hotels

Summary: When Steve had planned out his trip up to Tokyo for the Christmas holidays, he'd resigned himself to spending a lonely holiday. An odd encounter with a handsome drunk man and the intimacy of a capsule hotel changes all that. Tony figured the business trip to Japan that Obie had sent him on would be yet another gauntlet of mind-numbing meetings. That is, until he encounters a kind kindred spirit one alcohol-fueled evening.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is super sweet for a whole number of reasons, but the thing that always sticks out in my head is how, even though this is a no powers AU, Steve being called Captain America makes complete sense. Plus, the setting makes me want to go back to Japan so badly, it's so well described. I love this one, and I bet you will too!

Home for the Holidays by tamaranianprincess

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,251 Tags: Peter is Tony and Steve's Son, Domestic Fluff, No Powers AU

Summary: Steve surprises his husband and son when he comes home from overseas.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaah, this is so adorable, I can't! Tony's holiday stress is so relatable, and of course, Steve comes in at just the right moment to help him out. Peter's letter to Santa actually made me tear up a little, I love it so much. I hope you check this one out, because it's amazing!

Luck of the Draw by xxDustNight88

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,843 Tags: Fluff, Gift Exchange, First Kiss

Summary: When Tony encourages the Avengers to participate in a Secret Santa gift exchange, he discovers that the luck of the draw plays a larger part in the festivities than originally planned.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is super cute! I love the team feels, especially the way they tease each other and how Tony keeps needling Steve to find out who his giftee is. And the reveal at the end is so sweet, it just makes my heart melt. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #ficrec

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cyberphuck · 1 month ago

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Gonna move to Tokyo and live in a capsule hotel

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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year ago

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Confined Hearts

Alpha! Bakugou, Omega! FemReader 5926 WC

⚠ This story contains Major manga spoilers.

The van was full of all your friends talking as everyone made their plans for the week. You had all just graduated UA and were set to take the next steps of your journey, Pro heroes at your new agencies. But before a lot of you separated to different parts of the country, you all wanted to do something together one last time. This is how you found yourselves in the heart of Tokyo acting like tourists.

Everyone peered out at the window as the van pulled up to The Global Hotel Tokyo. It was a nice little capsule hotel nestled just on the outskirts of Shinjuku. You all agreed to explore the area tomorrow and you couldn't wait, there was so much you wanted to explore. You wanted to see the arcades, all the foodie joints and most of all, you wanted to visit the karaoke bars.

Momo had graciously paid for the hotel stays and transportation for everyone saying it was a graduation gift. She of course was wanting to visit the more calm spots of Tokyo later in the week. She had a list of different teas she wanted to try and bring back with her.

After entering the hotel, everyone checked in and received their capsule number and placed their belongings in a locker. You followed the other girls to the restrooms and cleaned up and got ready for bed. Even though you were excited for the adventures in the coming week you were absolutely tired from the long drive.

As you made your way back to your capsule, you heard Bakugou arguing with Kirishima about something. It wasn't unusual for Bakugou to go on a rant about something so you didn't think anything about it. You did take notice of how much he had changed over the years, especially after the war. He seemed to mellow out more, but he still had that fiery attitude.

You have had a crush on Bakugou ever since your first year. His attitude at the time was off putting but you couldn't help how handsome he was. After the years went by and you had personally seen the strides he had taken to better himself, your attraction for the blonde alpha only grew. That’s right, Bakugou presented his second year as an alpha, and he was a good alpha too you thought.

He was strong, caring for others and very intelligent. As an alpha, he also had a very strong scent. Even with his scent patches, you found your mind getting fuzzy when you were close with him. Bakugou had a sweet burnt sugar smell which you could faintly smell even before he presented due to his quirk. Now, you could also pick up the hint of a slight smoky undertone like a warm fire.

You shook your head and told your omega to calm down as you climbed into the bottom capsule. Momo was on the top and Mina was next to her. Beside you was Hagakure and Ochako above her. You noticed the boys were on the other side. Across from Momo was Shouto and under him was Izuku. Next to Shouto was Denki, and you saw Shinsou crawl inside with him.

Seeing those two finally get together was a relief. You all had watched as they pinned for each other over the years. You saw Kirishima crawl into the capsule under the two lovebirds. Before closing your capsule door, Kirishima gave you a big smile and heard Bakugou letting out a grunt under his breath. You didn't think anything of it because that was Kirishima’s sweet demeanor. You couldn't help but think there was something more to it though. Out of all of your friends in the group, he and Denki were the ones always planning crazy shit.

You plugged in your phone to charge and turned on some soothing asmr to help you get to sleep. You were just dozing off when you heard a loud knock on your door. You rolled over with a grunt to open the door but it wouldn't budge. You pulled and pulled and finally the door slung up fast with a bang. Squatting outside to meet your eye level was Bakugou.

“Bakugou? What-um what are you doing here? I mean... Do you need something?” His crimson eyes pierced at you as you watched his jaw clench.

“I… fuck .” His gaze looked down to the floor. How was he going to ask you this? When they got to the hotel, everyone got their capsule. Everyone but Bakugou that is. “ Oops, I must have miscalculated,” was Momo’s excuse. He knew better. She was top of the class because of her brains. He knew these shitty extras had something to do with this.

Just a week earlier, he had confided in Kirishima that he had a crush on you. This was their solution? To force you two together? Bakugou scoffed to himself. What if you didn't even like him like that? His plan was to hang closer to you this week to try to get a feel about you. Then, if he felt like you had some interest in him, he would properly ask to court you.

Bakugou watched your eyes grow like saucers when he explained that he was left without a room. He wouldn't share a capsule with Momo, she and Shouto had been seeing each other, they’re both just prudes. He knew Kirishima and Mina had some sort of flirting thing going on, Kirishima himself barely fit in the damn thing. He had grown exponentially after their first year.

Like hell if he was going to share it with that nerd Izuku and Ochako’s scent was way too sweet for his liking. It always made him gag. So, that left you. Your scent drove him crazy. It was sweet but not overbearing. It made his alpha swoon and want to protect you.

“So um, you want to share my capsule?” You asked looking at the small space then back at Bakugou who was rubbing the back of his neck. He was unknowingly starting to put off a distressed scent that your omega was begging to calm.

“Look, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said sincerely. “I’ll just go sleep in a chair or something.” He said, beginning to stand up.

“Wait, don't go.” You said, reaching for his wrist. Bakugou’s eyes looked into yours and sensed that you didn't feel stressed. You scooted back as much as you could and jerked your head for him to enter. These things were awkward as hell to lay in, especially if you were built pretty big. Bakugou had grown a lot after he presented, not to mention he was always working out.

His shoulders were wide and his muscles were rock hard. He had a slim waist though but you thought it made him look even more sexy. What you wouldn't do to see them hard abs up close. Stop it, don't even start . You clenched your eyes and yelled at your omega. When opening them, you saw Bakugou staring at you.

“You good?” He asked.

“Um, yeah. I’m just tired.” You weren't lying, you were tired but being close to him like this, his scent was sending your omega into overdrive.

“Yeah me too. Guess we should try to get some sleep.” Bakugou waited for you to lay down. You chose to lay on your side, facing away from him. The further away your nose was, the calmer your omega. Bakugou chose his side too, staring at the wall. It was fucking uncomfortable, he was a back sleeper but he thought if he faced away from you maybe he could pretend you weren’t here.

We could sleep on our back and have omega cuddle into our side. You’d look so cute with your face buried in his pecs. Bakugou internally growled at his alpha, telling him to shut the hell up. After bidding each other goodnight, you finally surrendered to sleep.

A loud shrill from your alarm had your eyes opening to find the prettiest sight you've ever seen. Both you and Bakugou had managed to turn on your other side now facing each other. His face looked so calm. Even with the scar that now ran down the right side of his face, his complexion looked flawless. He had gotten an eyebrow piercing on his left side last year and you had heard him talking about getting more.

“Perv.” His raspy croaked. You didn't even realize he had opened his eyes. Your mouth was agape, looking like a fish trying to breathe. “Relax, I’m just messin with ya.” He said with a smirk. Your omega was squealing. We could definitely get used to this side of him every morning.

“I-um-we should get ready. I’m really excited for today.” There was a shyness about you that he found adorable. Usually that kind of behavior turned him off. Perhaps it was because he knew you. He knew you were a strong person. A strong hero. A strong omega. So perfect for his alpha. Shut it!

“Yeah, me too.” He said, his eyes flicked to your soft lips then snapped out of it, clearing his throat.

You turned to open the door but you were just thankful Bakugou couldn't see your blushing face. You pulled up on the door again but it wouldn't move.You grunted and cursed under your breath at the door being stuck again.

“Here, let me try.” Bakugou said, scooting closer. Yes, let the strong alpha do it. You rolled your eyes at your omega. “Dammit. It wont fucking budge.” At first, he thought maybe those extras did something to keep you both in there but he remembered you having trouble with it last night. Plus, they wouldn't be that stupid, right? Right?

You heard Mina outside talking. “Mina? The door is stuck. Can you try to open it from the outside?” After trying several times, the door wouldn't move for her and she said she was going to go get Kirishima.

“Well Kirishima is stuffing his face but Midoriya’s here.” Mina chirped. You smiled at Bakugou scoffing after hearing what all Kirishima was eating. He could really pack some food away. You can just imagine the big redheaded alpha scarfing down four burgers and a plate of pancakes.

“Kacchan?” Midoriya called from the otherside.

Another strong alpha .

“Uhhhh!” This time your annoyance with your omega was audible. Bakugou looked at you and tilted his head, silently asking you what was wrong. “I-have to go pee.” Again, you weren't lying.

“Izuku, get us the hell out of here.” Bakugou growled through the door.

“I’m, I’m trying. Damn.” You heard Midoriya struggling on the other side. Then you heard a snap. “Uh-oh. Um-” Both you and Bakugou looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What the fuck was that? What do you mean uh-oh?” It was quiet. “Izuku?” Bakugou hollered.

“Um, the uh, the handle broke off.” Bakugou growled even louder this time. “Let me um, go get the clerk. Sit tight.”

Was that supposed to be a joke?

Bakugou was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. He let his head hang down and watched you flop over onto your back with a huff. It was then he noticed what you were wearing. Tiny sleep shorts and a tank that showed off your belly. So soft and plush. It would look beautiful so full and round with-

Bakugou let out another growl, his distressed scent growing stronger. It was making your head dizzy.

“They’ll get us outta here Bakugou. Don't worry.” You said trying to calm the alpha.

“I know. I'm just aggravated.” He said, sighing. You noticed he was avoiding eye contact with you and wondered if he was mad at you.

“Bakugou?” He still couldn't look at you.

“Could you, cover up or something?” He asked, staring straight ahead. You looked down and it dawned on you what you were wearing. You quickly pulled the sheet back over you.

“I’m so sorry.” You said blushing.

“S’kay. It’s not like you knew you were getting an unwanted roommate last night.”

You don't know why but that statement stung. Did he think you were mad at him for being here?

“Don't ever think you're unwanted Bakugou.” He finally looked over at you. His jaw fell open but didnt know how to respond. “I like having you around.” It was such a simple comment but his alpha was trying to claw out from the inside. Omega likes alpha! You found yourselves getting closer, eyes flicking to lips and back at his fiery orbs.

A loud knock made you both jump in what little space you had. It was Midoriya explaining that the hotel was having maintenance come to fix the issue. You saw Bakugou’s shoulders relax and you let out a sigh. But the bad news, maintenance wouldn't get here for another couple hours.

“WHAT!” Bakugou yelled. “What kinda fucking hotel doesnt have maintenance on staff?” Midoriya apologized through the door over and over again, as if he was the one that caused this.

“It's okay Midoriya. You did what you could. Guess we have no choice but to wait.” You said, trying to calm the green haired hero. After Midoriya left, it was quiet for a few minutes. Both you and Bakugou were stewing with aggravation when Kirishima came over and knocked.

“Why are you knocking shitty hair? S’not like we went anywhere.” Bakugou said, rolling his eyes. You heard Kirishima chuckle from the otherside.

“Just didn't want to interrupt anything.” You blushed and Bakugou’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He was so gonna get his ass handed to him when Bakugou gets out of here. “Anyway. So the rest of us were gonna go hit up the arcades. No sense in all of us sitting here waiting.”

You understood what he was saying, but it still sucked that you were going to miss out on some things. You were on a pretty tight schedule. Momo had made an itinerary with time limits for every place you were to visit so we could make it back to our agencies and start our new lives as official pro heroes.

“Yeah, yeah.” Bakugou waved his hand as if Kirishima could see it. “Just let us know if you go somewhere else so we know where to meet up when we finally get out of here.” Kirishima agreed and then it was just the two of you again. Alone.

You turned on your side with another sigh and picked up your phone. Nine O'clock. Hopefully maintenance will be here before noon. You decided to do some reading on your phone and Bakugou had wished he brought the current manga he was reading but like he knew he was going to be stuck in here. At least there was a little tv in there. He rarely watched television but maybe he could find something to pass the time.

“Do you mind?” Bakugou asked, shaking the remote in his hand. You told him it was okay and he started scrolling through the channels. Now he remembered why he doesn't watch tv. Not only does he think it’s a pointless waste of his time when he could be doing something more productive, the shows he flicked through were utterly ridiculous.

You heard Bakugou scoff at a show he was watching then heard him change the channel. He finally settled on a show that sounded like it had a lot of actions and things blowing up. Yep, that's perfect for him. You thought.

“Predictable.” Bakugou grunted as the movie ended. He looked down to see you had fallen asleep. You laid on your side facing the wall, your phone had fallen from your hands and lay in front of your face. Bakugou went to move it so you wouldn't roll over on it and noticed the screensaver wallpaper. It was a group class photo you had all taken the day you all graduated. Everyone had huge smiles on their faces, even he did. When he found you, he noticed you weren't even looking at the camera. You were looking off to the side at something with a big happy smile plastered on your face.

What are you looking at you lil idiot? He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked. He followed your gaze and saw that you were looking directly at him. In fact, after the picture was taken he remembered looking over at you and catching you looking at him. You said that you like having him around. Do you like him more than just friends? Did you like him just as much as he liked you?

You let out a little grunt and he watched your nose crinkle as you let out a little stretch. So fucking cute. Bakugou had to tell you how he felt about you soon. He couldn't keep up this just friends charade as he quietly pinned after you. He leaned in to smell your hair. He knew that was kind of a pervy move but he couldn't help it.

Just as expected, you smelled absolutely delicious. Sweet honeysuckle and apples. You stirred in your sleep again and he backed away. He laid back down on his side with a huff. He needed to get a grip. He thought he could sleep it off like you were, and when he woke up hopefully maintenance would be here to get them out.

When you awoke again, there was an intense heat against your back and something heavy over your hip. You looked down to see an arm draped around your waist. Your eyes flew open realizing Bakugou must have fallen asleep as well and somehow you both ended in this position.

“Bakugou.” You called softly. His arm moved tighter around your waist and you felt him nuzzle into the back of your neck.

“‘mega.” His hot lips ghosted over your skin making you shiver. Alpha your omega called out. You tried to wiggle out of his tight hold but all you managed to do was inadvertently grind your ass into his groin. And that's when you felt it. Something hard and stiff poking you in your ass.

“Bakugou!” You yelped.

“What? What’s wrong?” His alpha was already in protective mode at the sound of hearing his omega in distress. Finally, coming out of his sleep fogged mind, he saw what position he was in. He also noticed something else. His embarrassment had him jolting to sit up but he hit his head on the ceiling of the small place and fell to his back. “Fuck!”

Finally managing to calm himself and look at you, he apologized. You gave him that sweet smile of yours telling him “It happens I guess” with a small laugh. Fuck, this is harder than he thought it would be. It was so stuffy in the small space, both your scents mixing. Was it driving you crazy too? He wondered.

Bakugou reached above you to turn the fan on to circulate some air and cool it down. When he leaned in close, you got a really good whiff of him and clenched your legs. You also noticed his shirt was clinging to him. He was sweating badly. It was easy for him to sweat due to his quirk.

“You can take your shirt off if you want.” You saw the tips of his ears turn pink. “I mean, if you're that hot. It’s okay.” You explained. Bakugou wanted to. His shirt was sticking to him and getting uncomfortable. But he was hesitant. He was self conscious about his scars. After the war nobody, other than the doctors and Izuku, has seen him without a shirt. Y ou can show our omega.

Bakugou gripped the hem of his shirt but paused and swallowed hard. You turned around, your back facing him to give him what privacy you could. Your hands grabbed tightly at the sheets when you were hit with his strong sweet scent. You let out an audible gasp, hoping he didn't hear and your bottom lip was trembling.

“Kay.” Bakugou said so low you almost missed it. You turned around and he was now facing the wall but you still saw the scar on his back. It was scattered and jagged looking at the ends. A hole was punctured through his chest, through his heart. He was dead. The hero Edgeshot had basically made him an artificial heart to try to revive him but it was Bakugou’s quirk, his own sheer will and stubborn determination that brought him back.

You lifted your fingers to run along the rigid outlines of the scar as you looked at the many others that littered his body. You felt Bakugou’s body tense and you paused but when he didn't tell you to stop you continued. You traced his scars like you were connecting the dots on a star map.

“Bakugou, you can turn around.” You saw his shoulders tense up even more but he didnt move or say anything. “Katsuki? Can I please see you?” You heard him let out a long breath he didn't even know he was keeping in. He turned his head to look at you. His body soon followed. Your eyes widened at the huge scar over his chest. You knew it was bad but seeing it up close and in person like this was intense.

You slowly raised your hand to his chest to feel it but paused looking at him for permission. Katsuki nodded and you continued. This scar was more prominent and felt more thick. It was shiny and a light pink color against his subtle tanned colored skin.

“Does it hurt?” You asked. Katsuki cleared his throat. He was still in shock at him showing himself like this and at you for touching him so intimately.

“Sometimes I get phantom pains. But mostly the damn thing itches.” Katsuki studied your face closely and saw tears swell up in your eyes. “Gross huh?” He asked sarcastically. You shook your head no, shocking him yet again. You weren't grossed out by his ugly scar?

“It looks badass.” You said smiling. “Just goes to show what a tough alpha you are. You literally died and came back to kick ass.” Katsuki’s chest puffed after hearing that. Omega thinks we’re tough.

“Then why are you crying?” He asked. You hadn't even noticed that you were. You swallowed and took a deep breath to calm yourself. This wasn't supposed to get so emotional.

“We lost so many people. I thought we lost you too. Thought I had lost you before-” your voice trailed off and you took another deep breath as you turned your head away from him. Katsuki moved to hold your hand which had stopped moving and was now firmly placed over his heart. You could feel the muscle beating hard under your hand. It was a feeling you never wanted to lose.

“Before what?” His voice was raspy and soft.

“Before I had the chance to tell you how I felt about you.” You gulped.

“How do you feel about me?” Katsuki asked, moving in closer, his hand still holding yours. If you confessed first, maybe it’ll be easier to tell you how he felt for you. You found yourself breathing heavier as Katsuki’s scent grew stronger. Did he know he was pushing such a potent scent?

“When I saw you fall to the ground I-” you sniffled and Katsuki wiped a tear away with a thumb from his other hand. “I thought I would never get to see you smile again, to hear you argue with Izuku, to have you make us the delicious meals you always do.” You tried to calm yourself by taking a deep breath just to swallow the sweet taste of Katsuki.

When you closed your eyes to try to gather your composure, the unexpected happened. Katsuki’s hand that was cupping your cheek moved the back of your head and pulled you forward and his searing hot lips met yours. Katsuki swallowed your moans as his hand moved down your waist to pull you closer, laying down pulling you with him. When you both pulled away needing air, you took a second looking at each other.

“I love you Katsuki.” You finally admitted.

Katsuki growled as his hand around your waist pulled you even closer so that your body was now flush with his. A leg snaked in between yours as he began peppering your face with kisses.

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much. I have for a long time now.” He was leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck as he confessed. It felt so good to finally tell you and it felt even better knowing you felt the same.

A loud rumble came from deep within his chest as you gently pulled the tufts of hair at the back of his head and then scratched right behind his ear. His alpha was happy. Your omega was content. But they each wanted more. Katsuki’s alpha wanted to mark you. Your omega wanted him to claim you. You both wanted that bond that would hold you together for the rest of your lives.

Katsuki continued to swallow your moans as a hot hand grabbed your ass pulling you as close as possible. With his knee between your legs, he positioned it just right for you to grind against.

“My omega.” He groaned into your mouth as he felt your slick through your shorts and his thin jogger shorts he usually slept in. Katsuki’s body usually ran hotter than most but you wouldn't be surprised if you saw steam rising from his skin. He jerked your hips back and forth helping you get closer.

“Alpha.” You whimpered into his chest as your release came crashing over you in waves.

“Shh,” Katsuki hushed you, placing kisses at your temple, “just ride it out sweetheart.”

Coming down from your high you steadied your breathing but felt your omega was scratching at your skull. She wanted more. No, she needed more. Omega wanted her alpha’s knot. She wanted Alpha's claim mark.

“Alpha please.” You whined as you clawed at Katsuki’s chest. Another loud rumble came from him knowing his omega wanted him. What he wouldn't do to have you riding on top of him right now. Or have your ass up so he could plow into you. Give you exactly what your omega’s wanting. There was no space for that here, plus, he wanted to take his first time with you slowly. He wants to watch your face when he pleasures you. He wanted to look into your eyes and tell you over and over again how much he loves you as he watches you cum.

“Roll over and take your shorts off.” His raspy voice whispered against your lips then he slipped his off. Katsuki was now completely naked and all you still had on was your small tank top. He snaked a hand between your thighs feeling your wetness. He brought his hand to his mouth to taste you and moaned. Holy fuck, he’ll definitely have to taste more of you once you both leave here. Or fuck it, maybe they’ll spend the rest of the week in here.

He placed a hand under your thigh to lift your leg. You were so slicked up and he was so hard and stiff it didn't take much effort to slide right in your tight hole. He growled at how tight you were already clenching around him.

“Relax omega.” He said, kissing your cheek. His other hand was under your shoulders holding you against him. You whimpered again as you felt him stretching you out. Fuck, he was huge but you wouldnt think any different of it from an alpha like Katsuki. “That’s it. Just like that.” His hot breath fanned across your face.

Katsuki was moving at a very slow pace, letting you get adjusted to him. He got the hint to move faster when you started pushing back into him. He’d pull out til his mushroom head would catch on just the tip of your entrance and then slam back in where it would hit your cervix. You could feel every ridge and huge vein that tugged along your walls. You wish you could see it. You wanted to watch as he slid in and out of you. You bet his cock was as beautiful as he was.

Katsuki felt your walls clenching tighter around him and he knew you were close. He kept your leg propped up with his knee and he used his hand to rub on your sensitive nub.

“Katsuki, please.” You mewled into his arm under you. What you were begging for you hadn't the slightest idea.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He cooed in your ear.

“Knot, please. I need alpha's knot.”

Katsuki growled as his thrusts got harder and faster.

“You want me to fill you up and breed you good?” Katsuki pounded harder and licked at the scent gland on your neck. His canines ached at how bad he wanted to sink his teeth in and claim you. “Want my knot to plug you up? Is that what my ‘mega wants? Hmm?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cried as you came. Katsuki could feel your slick soaking the bed roll underneath and you were strangling his cock. He watched as you bared your neck to him and couldn't hold back anymore. He sucked on your gland then bit down hard making you scream out. “Alpha!”

Katsuki couldn't stop cumming, he had so much to give you. You whimpered at the feeling of his knot inflating and he let go of your neck with a loud wet smack.

“It’s okay omega.” He tried to comfort you by pushing his scent. He knew he was big to begin with and his knot probably didn't help much. “Hey sweetheart, look at me.” When you turned your head to look at Katsuki, he swallowed your whines. Finally, when you started to feel more at ease, he bared his neck to you.

This was it. This was the moment you would be connected forever. He claimed you moments ago but without you returning the claim, the bond wouldn't fully take. You didn't think twice as a hand pulled his head closer and you sunk your teeth into his gland. The taste of iron and caramel filling your senses. This is absolutely what you wanted since you met him your first year, you just didn't know it yet.

There was always a powerful connection between the two of you, there was no denying that. That’s probably why your omega almost dropped when you thought Katsuki died, when he had died. The bond wasn't even official, yet your omega was mourning her mate.

Lapping at the small trickle of blood on his neck, your nose nuzzled under his chin. Katsuki sighed at feeling that you were content and happy. With the bond, you could now feel each other's emotions.

“I love you.” His breath was still a bit ragged as he slowly calmed down. You mumbled that you loved him too. He could feel you meant it, not that he ever doubted it. “Move in with me,” he said suddenly. You jerked your head around to look at him.

“Really?” You asked. Katsuki could feel your heart beating faster. You weren't nervous though, you were excited.

“Yeah,” he said, nipping at the bottom of your lip. “Our agencies are only forty five minutes apart. We can take the train together. Get home at the same time. I could make us a good dinner then we could cuddle up on the couch in front of a fire.” Katsuki was picturing it all in his mind. His hand rubbed over your stomach, imagining it round with his pups.

He never used to think of these things but after the war he made a promise to never take anything for granted. He was given a second chance and he was going to cherish every moment with you.

“Okay.” You said with a big smile.

“Yeah?” His smile matching yours.

“Yes, yes!” You said giggling.

Katsuki peppered your face with small kisses. “I sure know how to get you screaming ‘yes’ don't I?” He teased.

There was a knock at the door jarring you both from your blissed state announcing that maintenance was there. It wasn't long and he had you both out. The smell of both your scents and sex had the beta reeling back covering his nose. You both washed up and gathered your things and then met outside and waited for the others to show up.

When the van pulled up to the hotel, Kirishima was the first one out. A huge grin plastered on his face at seeing Katsuki’s arms draped over your shoulders. It got even bigger when he was close enough to see your matching claim marks. When he got closer, Katsuki slugged him in the arm even though it didn't even phase the big guy.

“That’s for tricking me.” Katsuki said with no real heat behind his words.

“You're welcome,” Kirishima said with a bright toothy grin.

The rest of your classmates came over and told you about the arcades and how they visited the karaoke bar. Katsuki could feel you deflate before you could say anything. He looked at you to find your eyes downcast as Momo talked about going to the next place.

“I think we’re going to do some exploring on our own.” Katsuki said, grabbing ahold of your hands. Those who were still oblivious understood when they looked at you both.

“Kacchan.” Katsuki looked to see Izuku smiling.

“Shuddup,” the blonde simply stated.

Katsuki would use his own money to call a taxi and take you to the karaoke bars where he listened to your beautiful voice and then he took you to the arcades where he totally didn't get mad when you beat him at a game. It was worth it for him getting to see you smile and hearing your laugh.

This was only the beginning of his courtship with you. Not only had he promised All Might, Edgeshot and others that he would never live a day taken for granted, he had also made that promise to himself. And now to you.

Katsuki stood a few feet away watching as you danced your little heart out on the machine. You were laughing as you missed some arrows, in fact you sucked at this game but he would watch you everyday if it meant you were happy. When the song ended, you trotted over to Katsuki where he handed you a bottle of water. You gulped it down, not once looking away from his eyes.

For the next couple hours, you both walked around aimlessly with no particular destination in mind. Katsuki remembered everything that caught your eye and made a mental note. As you stood at the corner waiting for your ride, he caught the reflection of the both of you in a window. Damn, you looked so perfect together, he thought.

He looked down at your hands, fingers intertwined, and wondered what they’d look like with a ring on them. He wondered what it would sound like, you taking his name. Maybe by this time next year he’ll find out. He’s sure you’ll say yes.

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Onigiri: Rice balls with vegetarian fillings like pickled plum (umeboshi) or seaweed.

Vegan Ramen Shops: Cities like Tokyo and Kyoto have several ramen spots catering to plant-based diets.

Be sure to learn a few phrases, like niku nashi onegaishimasu (“no meat, please”), to help communicate your dietary needs.

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Navigating Japan: Transportation Tips for Travelers

Getting around Japan is as much a part of the experience as exploring its sights. With one of the most efficient transportation systems in the world, traveling in Japan is convenient, reliable, and often an adventure. Here’s how to navigate like a pro.

Understanding Japan’s Rail System:-

Japan’s rail system is the backbone of its transportation network, connecting major cities and rural areas. Here’s what you need to know:

Shinkansen (Bullet Train): The fastest and most iconic way to travel long distances. The Shinkansen is comfortable, punctual, and offers scenic views of the countryside.

Local Trains and Subways: Perfect for short trips within cities or between nearby towns. Cities like Tokyo and Osaka have extensive subway networks.

Japan Rail Pass (JR Pass): A cost-effective option for tourists planning to travel across multiple regions. It covers most Shinkansen routes and local trains operated by JR.

Pro Tip: Download apps like Hyperdia or Navitime to plan your routes and stay on schedule.

Tips for Using Public Transportation:-

Public transportation in Japan is efficient, but it comes with its own set of rules. Keep these tips in mind:

IC Cards: Prepaid cards like Suica and Pasmo can be used on trains, buses, and even in convenience stores. They save time and hassle when purchasing tickets.

Quiet Rides: Avoid loud conversations or phone calls on trains and buses, as Japanese commuters value a peaceful environment.

Queueing: Always line up at designated spots on platforms or bus stops to board in an orderly fashion.

Exploring Japan by Bus:-

While trains dominate, buses are a great alternative, especially for reaching rural areas or smaller towns. Options include:

Highway Buses: A budget-friendly way to travel between cities. These buses are comfortable, and some even offer overnight services.

Local Buses: Ideal for short distances or accessing tourist spots not connected by trains.

Pro Tip: Many local bus routes display stops in Japanese, so learning a few basic characters or asking for help can go a long way.

Renting a Car in Japan:-

For travelers venturing off the beaten path, renting a car is an excellent choice. This option is ideal for exploring areas like Hokkaido or Okinawa, where public transport may be limited.

Requirements: An International Driving Permit (IDP) is required for most visitors.

Navigation: GPS systems in rental cars often include English options, but having a map app as a backup is wise.

Driving Etiquette: Drive on the left side of the road, and be mindful of speed limits and road signs.

Traveling on Foot and by Bicycle:-

Japan is incredibly pedestrian- and cyclist-friendly, making walking or biking a delightful way to explore. Highlights include:

Walking Tours: Cities like Kyoto and Nara are perfect for strolling through historic districts and scenic parks.

Bike Rentals: Many cities offer bike-sharing services or rental shops, especially in flat, tourist-friendly areas like Takayama or the Shimanami Kaido cycling route.

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Creating Unforgettable Memories in Japan

Traveling to Japan is more than just visiting landmarks or tasting delicious food — it’s about creating moments that stay with you forever. Whether you’re immersing yourself in the local culture, attending unique festivals, or capturing breathtaking views, there are countless ways to make your journey truly memorable.

Immerse Yourself in Local Traditions:-

One of the best ways to connect with Japan is by experiencing its rich traditions. Here’s how you can do it:

Tea Ceremonies: Participate in a traditional tea ceremony (sado) to appreciate the art of tea preparation and mindfulness. Kyoto is a prime spot for authentic experiences.

Onsen (Hot Springs): Relax in natural hot springs while soaking up stunning views, whether in Hakone, Beppu, or Hokkaido.

Kimono Rentals: Dress in a beautiful kimono and stroll through historic areas like Kyoto’s Gion district or Asakusa in Tokyo.

Attend Vibrant Festivals:-

Japan’s festivals (matsuri) offer a window into its culture and traditions. Time your visit to coincide with these spectacular events:

Cherry Blossom Festivals: Celebrate spring under a canopy of pink blossoms in places like Ueno Park or Osaka Castle.

Gion Matsuri (Kyoto): One of Japan’s most famous festivals, featuring elaborate floats and traditional performances.

Nebuta Matsuri (Aomori): Marvel at the colorful, illuminated floats parading through the streets during this summer festival.

Pro Tip: Festivals can get crowded, so arrive early to secure a good spot and soak up the atmosphere.

Capture Japan’s Natural Beauty:-

Japan’s landscapes are a photographer’s dream. Don’t miss these iconic locations:

Mount Fuji Views: Capture the majestic peak from spots like Lake Kawaguchi or Hakone’s Owakudani Valley.

Tottori Sand Dunes: A unique desert-like landscape perfect for dramatic photos.

Seasonal Scenery: From the fiery autumn leaves of Nikko to the lavender fields of Furano in summer, every season offers a new palette of colors.

Interact with Locals:-

Connecting with locals can lead to some of your most meaningful travel experiences. Here’s how to do it:

Stay in a Ryokan: These traditional inns often provide opportunities to chat with friendly hosts and learn about local customs.

Visit Small Villages: Places like Takayama or Shirakawa-go offer authentic glimpses into rural Japanese life.

Take a Class: Try your hand at sushi-making, calligraphy, or ikebana (flower arranging) to learn from skilled artisans.

Leave Time for Spontaneous Adventures:-

While planning is essential, leaving room for unplanned discoveries can make your trip even more magical. Wander through quiet streets, pop into a small café, or explore a hidden temple — these moments often become the highlights of a journey.

Every experience in Japan has the potential to turn into a cherished memory. From immersing yourself in ancient traditions to capturing the beauty of its landscapes, Japan offers endless opportunities to create unforgettable stories. As your adventure unfolds, embrace the unexpected and let the country’s charm leave an indelible mark on your heart.

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Your Journey to Japan Awaits:-

As we’ve explored throughout this guide, Japan offers something for every type of traveler. From its rich culture and history to its mouthwatering cuisine and breathtaking landscapes, your journey to Japan will undoubtedly be filled with moments of awe and inspiration. Whether you’re marveling at the beauty of Mount Fuji, indulging in fresh sushi, or soaking in a traditional onsen, there’s a world of experiences waiting for you.

Have you started planning your trip yet? The excitement of exploring this fascinating country is just a few steps away. By embracing Japan’s unique culture, discovering hidden gems, and interacting with locals, you’ll create memories that will last a lifetime. Remember to be flexible, open to new experiences, and let your adventure unfold naturally.

Are you ready to take that first step toward your dream trip to Japan? From booking your flights to crafting your perfect itinerary, the journey begins now. With careful planning and an adventurous spirit, Japan will leave you with stories and experiences that will stay with you long after you return.

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