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roturo · 7 months ago

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`· . ౨ৎ OTAKU HOT GIRL !

౨ৎ summary: “I like a tall woman with a nice big ass, haha.” Shocked faces turned to the pink-haired boy, not expecting such blunt honesty. “Just sayin’.”

Out of sheer curiosity, Todo leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Got an example?”

WARNINGS: smut, male masturbation, lewd language and thoughts, overstimulation, sub-ish!yuji itadori, semi-public, use of pet names (puppy & ma'am) aged-up characters, whimpering, obsessed!yuji itadori, reader is mentioned like a person with big ass and tall, and lmk if i missed smth!

౨ৎ a/n: guess who's back baby! i listened to megan's new song and couldn't resist writing for my golden boy after hearing his voice omfg... 🫠i'm still a lil rusty and this might be short (1.4k words) but owmawgawd, this got meee

“I like a tall woman with a nice big ass, haha.” Shocked faces turned to the pink-haired boy, not expecting such blunt honesty. “Just sayin’.”

Out of sheer curiosity, Todo leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Got an example?” The room filled with mixed reactions, some intrigued and others apprehensive. They were already tired of his daily talk about Jennifer Lawrence. Who could he possibly like more than her?

The boy smirked, leaning back casually. “Like the new grade one sorcerer from Kyoto, [Y/N] [L/N]...”

A collective gasp echoed through the room. Everyone knew about you, the formidable new sorcerer who had quickly risen through the ranks. But hearing that someone admired you in that way was a revelation.

He flashed back to the first time he met you. The memory was vivid. It was during a joint training session between the Tokyo and Kyoto schools. You had walked in with an air of confidence that immediately caught his attention. Tall, strong, and undeniably sexy, you had an aura that made it impossible for him to look away.

From the moment you started sparring, he was entranced. Every move you made was precise, powerful, and graceful. He could barely focus on his own training, his eyes constantly drifting towards you. When you finally spoke to him, your voice was low and sultry, asking for a sparring match. He was so flustered that all he could manage was a shaky “yes ma’am,” despite you being the same age.

The sparring match was intense, the air thick with tension. He gave it his all, but you were relentless. Each of your strikes was met with awe and admiration. By the end, he was exhausted and utterly defeated, but he didn’t mind. He was too impressed by your skill and the way your body moved.

After that day, you became a frequent topic of his thoughts. He admired not just your beauty, but your fierce dedication and prowess as a sorcerer. Every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how captivated he was by you. His fantasies about you became more vivid, more intense, fueled by the memory of your close combat and the way your body pressed against his.

“So yeah,” he continued, snapping back to the present. “That’s my type.”

The room fell silent, the other boys processing his words. Some were still shocked, others nodded in understanding like Panda and Todo. It was clear that his admiration for you went beyond mere physical attraction. It was rooted in genuine respect and a desire that bordered on obsession.

You and he had been talking for a few months now, and his clear attraction to you only grew stronger with each passing day. Your casual conversations and shared laughter were becoming the highlight of his days. Sometimes, during joint training sessions between the two schools, he found it increasingly difficult to focus. His eyes would wander towards you, watching the way your body moved with precision and strength. The mere sight of you was enough to send a surge of desire through him, making it impossible to concentrate. On more than one occasion, he had to leave the training area, his cheeks flushed and a raging erection straining against his pants. The frustration was palpable, but he couldn’t help it. You had a hold on him that was both thrilling and torturous.

He had to leave training again just to find some privacy in the restroom, where he urgently pleasured himself through his pants, softly moaning your name. The need had become insatiable, every thought consumed by the image of you—your intoxicating smile, the curve of your hips, and the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders.

In the quiet sanctuary of the restroom, he leaned against the cool tiles, his breath hitching with each stroke. With trembling hands, he hastily undid his pants, revealing his throbbing cock already slick with anticipation. His mind replayed every encounter with you, from the shared glances to the moments when your eyes held a tantalizing promise.

Despite the overwhelming sensation after coming once, he couldn't resist the need to relieve himself. His hand moved almost mechanically over his throbbing cock, slick with his own essence. The thought of your touch, your fingers wrapped around him instead of his own, consumed him. He imagined how much better it would feel, how your soft, skilled hands would bring him to the brink and beyond.

As his hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft, he couldn't suppress a low groan. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. Starting slow, he savored every sensation, but the ache only intensified. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his fantasies blending seamlessly with reality in a haze of desire.

Soft, needy moans escaped his lips, mingling with the sound of his rapid breaths. He imagined your touch—delicate yet commanding, expertly teasing him to the brink. His cock twitched at the thought, pre-cum slickening his fingers as he quickened his pace.

Lost in the moment, he couldn't help but fantasize about how your lips would feel against his skin, your hands exploring every inch of him with a hunger that matched his own. The idea of you taking control, guiding him with a firm touch, made him shudder with anticipation.

His movements grew more urgent, chasing that elusive release. He could almost feel you there with him, your presence palpable in the confined space. With a guttural moan, he finally spilled over the edge, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. He rode the wave of pleasure, his body trembling as he emptied himself, gasping for breath.

But even as he came for second time, his body continued to react, hypersensitive to every touch. He overstimulated himself, prolonging the pleasure and pushing himself to the brink of overwhelming sensation. Despite the intensity, he couldn't stop, his hand moving almost mechanically, seeking that final, blissful release.

As he leaned against the cool tiles, spent and still trembling, he couldn't shake the lingering desire for more. The fantasy of you lingered in his mind, fueling a hunger that would not easily be sated. He knew that the next time he saw you, every glance, every word exchanged would hold a newfound intensity, a longing that burned deeper than ever before.

Curiosity got the best of you as you entered the restroom in search of Yuuji, wondering why he had abruptly left practice. It had been unlike him to disappear without a word, and you couldn’t shake the concern that something might be wrong. Pushing open the door, you were met with the unexpected sight of him sprawled on the cool, tiled floor. His pants were pooled around his ankles, and his toned abs and hands were slick and glistening with his own release. Despite the aftermath, his cock stood proudly erect, a conflicted expression etched on Yuuji's face as he stared at it, small whimpers escaping his lips in his desperate quest for release once more.

The air in the restroom was heavy with the musky scent of arousal, adding to the charged atmosphere. Yuuji’s eyes, normally vibrant with energy and mischief, now held a mix of embarrassment and raw need. He looked up at you, his gaze pleading silently for understanding and perhaps even assistance.

You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. His vulnerability in this moment was palpable, and you found yourself drawn to him despite the unexpectedness of the situation. Slowly, you approached him, the click of your shoes against the tile echoing softly in the silence. As you knelt beside him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed with desire and frustration.

He whispered your name, thinking all of this was a dream– Tentatively, your hand trailed down his chest, fingers ghosting over the slick, sensitive skin. His breath hitched at your touch, a mix of anticipation and relief flooding his features. "Please," he begged, his voice strained with desire. "Poor puppy– leaving training just because hormones got the best of him." He whimpered at the pet name you used, your hand now gently caressing his balls, catching him off guard and eliciting a loud moan that made you quickly cover his mouth with your hand.

"Shh, puppy," you whispered, your tone teasing yet commanding. "We wouldn't want others to hear what a needy slut you are, would we?" His eyes widened, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he shook his head frantically.

"Good boy," you cooed, your touch firm yet reassuring, knowing exactly how to play him.

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liyliths · 1 month ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 a jujutsu kaisen college au

౨ৎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎��𝐄

summary: you, a journalism major in the newspaper club, get assigned to interview the hottest star quarterback on usc's football team for the season, satoru gojo. he’s everything you avoid—charming to a fault, a notorious womanizer, and the king of the college frat scene. the real question is, will you see through his charm, or will you fall for the one person you swore you never would?

As Y/N reached for her water bottle in her backpack, Satoru leaned back in his chair casually, tilting his head as she studied the girl sat in front of him. “Can’t say I mind being interviewed by someone so cute,” he said, his grin widening. Y/N froze mid-sip, feeling her cheeks flush involuntarily. The words hit her like a curveball, and she nearly choked on her water, coughing as she tried to regain her composure, not daring to look the white-haired boy just feet away from her in the eye. Satoru’s grin turned into a laugh, and he held up his hands in mock apology. “Too soon? Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

pairings: football and frat!satoru gojo x journalism major!reader

contains: fem!reader, opposites to lovers, slow burn, situationship core, angst and comfort, cursing, suggestive content although sfw, idiots denying they're in love

word count: 4k

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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Y/N woke up to the sharp hum of her phone vibrating incessantly against the nightstand. She groaned, stirring underneath her bedsheets, her arm flopping out from underneath the covers to silence the offending noise. Across the room, her roommate, Shoko Ieiri, mumbled something unintelligible into her pillow as she rolled onto her stomach.

“Turn it off,” Shoko grumbled dramatically, her voice thick with sleep. “It’s Saturday.”

“It’s Wednesday,” Y/N muttered, squinting at the screen as she brought the phone to her face, her eyes adjusting to the bright light.

She felt her heart sink into her stomach immediately at the sight of a missed call from Utahime Iori, one of the organizers of the Daily Trojan, USC’s newspaper organization. A flurry of text notifications followed, the words blurring together until one specific phrase caught her attention.

Last minute opportunity to interview Satoru Gojo before his football practice, be there in 15 minutes. Sorry for the short notice, I was just able to fit it in.

Y/N bolted upright with her hair falling in front of her face, panic jolting her fully awake. “Shit!”

Shoko, who was desperately trying to sleep in just a bit longer groaned again, rolling over to groan at Y/N from beneath her sleeping mask. “What now?”

“I have an interview with Satoru Gojo,” Y/N said, scrambling out of bed and nearly tripping over her blanket in the process.

“Who?” Shoko muttered, though she was already drifting back to sleep. “Wait… that obnoxious guy with the white hair? I’ve always wondered why it’s like that… maybe you should ask.”

Y/N didn’t have any time to explain. She darted across the room, yanking open her closet and pulling out the first semi-presentable outfit she could find, because half of her clothes were dirty, hidden in a pile by the corner since she’d been so busy with recent assignments. She rifled through her desk drawers for her notebook and pen, stuffing them into her bag along with her laptop. The whole time, her mind raced.

Why now? And why him?

Everyone on campus knew who Satoru Gojo was—the star quarterback of the football team, the face of USC athletics, a charming member of the frat Sigma Chi, and, infamously, a walking ego wrapped in a shit-eating grin. She’d never formally met him, but his reputation preceded him. He was everywhere—plastered on posters, featured in highlight reels, and constantly surrounded by a swarm of admirers.

And now she had to interview him. Alone. In less than 10 minutes now.

No pressure.

Y/N tugged a comb through her hair, barely managing to tame the wild mess, and grabbed her phone. She quickly typed out a response to Utahime as she shuffled through her room, but she rolled her eyes as it autocorrected to: On my way!

“Good luck,” Shoko muttered through her pillow as Y/N bolted for the door.

“Thanks,” Y/N muttered under her breath, accidentally slamming the door behind her as she hurried.

Y/N rushed out of her dorm and made it through the crowded student center, dodging clusters of fellow peers with her bag slung over one shoulder, checking the time on her phone to see she was already late. Her heart raced—not just from the stressful walk, but from the growing nervousness that gnawed at her. She was on a tight schedule, and meeting Satoru Gojo of all people wasn’t doing anything to calm her nerves.

Especially knowing she was late. She hated being late.

Then, she spotted him almost instantly. He was pretty hard to miss.

The white-haired boy stood near a seating area, flanked by a group of girls who looked entirely too delighted to be in his presence, almost as if he were some kind of god. Somehow, the dude looked even better in person. He was handing a phone back to one of the girls, flashing a charming grin so bright it could have powered the entire building’s lights.

“Thanks, ladies,” he said smoothly, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets as they giggled their goodbyes.

Of course, Y/N thought. The campus celebrity himself.

Satoru turned, his eyes scanning the crowd from beneath his glasses, and for a moment, Y/N thought he might pass her by. But then his gaze locked onto her, and that infamous grin widened as they made eye contact. He strolled over casually, as if he had all the time in the world, stopping in his tracks just a few feet away.

“Oh hey, were you wanting a picture too, or…?”

Y/N blinked at him, thrown off by the sheer audacity. “Unfortunately, no,” she said bluntly, pulling her backpack off from her shoulders. “I’m here to do your interview for the student newspaper.”

Recognition flickered in Satoru’s expression, nodding to himself as he slyly took off his glasses, tucking them onto the hem of his shirt. As Y/N met his gaze, she was almost blinded by how blue his eyes were underneath the sunlight, looking between them in silent awe as he began to speak again, barely registering his words.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he questioned, sliding into the chair across from her with an ease that annoyed her more than it probably should have, snapping Y/N out of her daze as she gave a small nod. “Utahime told me you’d be coming. You’re late.”

Y/N sat her bag down carefully as she took a seat across from Satoru, resisting the urge to glare at him. His easy confidence at 8 AM was more irritating than impressive, and she didn’t quite feel like being serenaded on a random Wednesday morning.

“It was late notice,” was all Y/N managed to say.

As she reached for her water bottle in her backpack, Satoru leaned back in his chair casually, tilting his head as she studied the girl in front of him. “Can’t say I mind being interviewed by someone so cute,” he said, his grin widening.

Y/N froze mid-sip, feeling her cheeks flush involuntarily. The words hit her like a curveball, and she nearly choked on her water, coughing as she tried to regain her composure, not daring to look the white-haired boy just feet away from her in the eye.

Satoru’s grin turned into a laugh, and he held up his hands in mock apology. “Too soon? Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

This is going to be a long morning, Y/N thought, glaring at him as she set her water bottle down a little harder than necessary. She opened the notebook she had fished out of her bag and clicked her pen, forcing herself to focus. “Let’s get started.”

“Straight to business, huh?” Satoru smirked, propping an arm over the top of his chair to stretch out. “You’re not gonna ask how my morning was first? Show a little charm?”

Y/N’s pen tapped against her notebook, and she gave him an exaggerated smile, putting on her best customer service voice as the cherry on top. “How was your morning, Satoru?”

“Better now,” he said with a sly wink.

Y/N’s smile disappeared and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she flipped to her first question. “You’ve had an impressive season so far. USC is 7-1, and you’re leading the conference in passing yards. How do you handle the pressure of being the face of the team?”

For a moment, Satoru’s expression shifted. The smirk faltered, replaced by something more thoughtful as he brought a hand to his chin. “Pressure’s part of the job,” he said, his tone more serious than Y/N expected. “You learn to tune it out—focus on the game, the plays. And, you know,” he chuckled, “when in doubt, throw the ball really far. That usually works.”

“That’s… surprisingly honest,” Y/N admitted, jotting down his response.

“Surprising?” Satoru grinned again, leaning forward this time, his elbows propped on the small table between them, just in front of Y/N’s notebook. “What’d you expect? Some arrogant speech about how I thrive in the spotlight?”

“Isn’t that your whole brand?” Y/N quipped before she could stop herself, cursing at herself in her head for it. It was too early for this.

He laughed, the sound loud and unapologetic. “Touche, Y/N. Apparently, it looks like you’ve been doing your research.”

“Well, you make it easy. Your reputation precedes you.”

“Reputation?” Satoru raised an eyebrow. “Good or bad?”

Y/N paused as she jotted down her notes. “Depends who you ask,” she gave him a pointed look, but his grin widened, showing off his annoyingly perfect teeth.

“You’re good at this,” he said, tilting his head slightly while he looked between Y/N’s eyes. “I like you.”

How charming.

Y/N arched an eyebrow but didn’t take the bait. Ignoring the warmth creeping up her neck, she redirected, glancing up at him from her notebook, meeting his playful blue eyes. “Speaking of reputations, some people say you’re more focused on greek life than football. What would you say to them?”

For a second, something flashed in Satoru’s eyes—defensiveness, maybe, or irritation—but it was gone before Y/N could read it. “I’d say they don’t know what they’re talking about,” he said smoothly. “Partying’s just a warm-up. The field is where the real work happens.”

Y/N watched him carefully as she wrote down his response, adding, “Doesn’t the partying ever get in the way?”

“Not for me,” his grin turned almost wolfish. “Besides, I always make it to practice, but I can’t say the same for my teammates.”

“Right,” she said dryly, jotting down another note. “So, you’re saying you can do it all—party, play, win?”

“Exactly.” Satoru clicked. He sat in thought for a moment before a lightbulb suddenly appeared over his head, enthusiastically pointing at Y/N. “You should come to one of our games. You know, get the gist of it.”

“I’m here for an interview, not to become a fan,” she replied sharply, though the warmth on her cheeks betrayed her.

“Maybe you’ll end up doing both,” Satoru chimed with a shrug, studying Y/N with an intensity that made her shift in her seat, his eyes practically burning through her skull before he chuckled to himself.

“You don’t like me much, do you?”

“It’s not personal,” she said, shifting from her notebook to her computer, not tearing her eyes away from the screen as she typed away.

“Fair enough.” Satoru leaned back again, his smirk softening into something more genuine. As he waited for Y/N to finish typing, he glanced down at his watch, the sunlight that poured through the windows glinting off its face as he checked the time. He blew a low whistle before looking up at Y/N, a slight frown forming on his lips.

“Looks like it’s time for me to head to practice,” Satoru announced as he stood from his seat with an effortless grace, dusting off his pants. “Any other questions before I go? Sorry to leave you hanging, but my coach will kick my ass if I’m late again.”

Y/N glanced at her notes, scanning the lines she’d jotted down during their interview. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head, meeting Satoru’s piercing blue eyes with a quick smile. “Nope, I think that’s it for now.”

“For now?” He quipped, a smug grin tugging at his lips. “Does that mean I get a follow-up interview? Lucky me.”

She rolled her eyes, closing her notebook shut before she shoved it back into her backpack. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Satoru said with mock sincerity, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets. “See you around, Y/N.”

Without waiting for a response, the blue-eyed boy turned and strolled away, his white hair catching the light as he disappeared into the lingering crowd. Y/N let out a slow breath, her fingers tapping absently against her keyboard as she watched him weave through their peers.

She shifted her focus back onto her laptop, opening a new document tab. For a moment, her fingers hovered in mid-air, the words she wanted to write swirling in her mind. She narrowed her eyes, then, with a decisive motion, typed the header she thought of in bold letters:

Is There More to Satoru Gojo Than Meets the Eye?

Back in her dorm room, Y/N typed away on her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she polished the first draft from her notes of her interview with Satoru. Across the room, Shoko Ieiri was lazily straightening her hair, balancing her phone on the edge of her desk as it buzzed with a notification from Instagram. She glanced down at the screen, quirking an eyebrow when she noticed a familiar name.

Satoru Gojo would like to send you a message.

Shoko inquisitively unlocked her phone, approving the message with her lips quirking into a faint smirk as she read what he had sent.

Satoru: Hey, I know this is random but… can you convince your friend, Y/N, to come to my frat’s party this Friday? You’re invited too, of course.

Shoko: What’s in it for me? And how do you even know her? This is super random.

Shoko didn’t go to parties. It wasn’t a thing.

She didn’t have time between her medical school workload and her part-time shifts at the hospital doing a lot of shadow work. She knew Satoru through a few classes they’d had together on campus throughout undergrad, as well as his best friend Suguru Geto, but it wasn’t like they were super close.

Her phone buzzed again almost immediately.

Satoru: I’ve seen her around, and she gave me an interview for the student paper this morning. But I don’t know, drinks, games, a break from your responsibilities… the time of your life? And Y/N’s. ;)

Shoko snorted, shaking her head. “He’s unbelievable.”

The words knocked Y/N out of her focus, and she frowned, pausing her typing to glance at Shoko. “What? You’re talking to a boy?”

“It’s nothing,” Shoko waved her off, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes as she typed out another reply. Y/N shrugged and turned her head back to her laptop’s screen.

Shoko: I don’t have time for this, and Y/N’s not a partier. Nice try.

The dots indicating Satoru was typing appeared, disappeared, and then reappeared. He was probably trying to figure out the next convincing phrase to slide in. Shoko watched the screen with mild curiosity, wondering if he’s trying to argue his case, but he never sent another message. Did he really just give up?

But then Shoko’s grin widened.

She ran it through her head, imagining the entertainment the situation would bring. Seeing Y/N standing out of place at a frat party, overstimulated, squirming under Satoru’s relentless charm would be the entertainment she needed to get through the week.

Besides, they both needed some loosening up anyway, what harm could it do?

Shoko: Fine, I’ll convince her. You owe me.

Now she just had to get Y/N to agree. Shoko leaned back in her chair, the faint creak of the wood punctuating the quiet hum of the room. Her eyes flickered toward Y/N, who was hunched over her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard in a rhythm only she could keep.

This was going to be easy. Well… not easy, but doable.

“So,” Shoko started, her tone far too casual as she lazily spun her phone between her fingers. “There’s this party on Friday.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed immediately. She didn’t even look up from her screen as she continued typing. “No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” Shoko scoffed in offense as she propped her feet up on the desk from her chair.

“I didn’t have to,” Y/N replied, pausing her typing to take a sip of water. “I’m not going to a frat party. Who do you think I am?”

Shoko let out an exasperated groan, throwing her hands up in the air. “Come on, Y/N,” she said, dragging out the syllables of her name like a plea. “You need to loosen up. It’s our senior year, and neither of us have been to a party in ages. What’s the harm in a little fun?”

“The harm is literally everything about it,” Y/N shot back, crinkling her nose in disgust at the thought. “Sweaty frat boys, people eating each other’s faces, sticky floors, loud music, and the sweet smell of alcohol and regret.”

Shoko chuckled, spinning her phone one last time before setting it down. “Fair points. But what if we made a deal?”

Y/N finally looked up from her laptop, turning to look at her roommate from her chair, her skeptical expression making it clear that she wasn’t buying whatever Shoko was about to sell. “Like what?”

“I’ll take out the trash for the next two weeks.” Y/N’s resolve wavered as she thought about it. “Two weeks?”

“Two weeks,” Shoko confirmed, holding up two fingers.

“And you’ll do my laundry.” Y/N chimed, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she side-eyed her roommate.

“Deal.”

Y/N groaned, her head tilting back as she stared at the ceiling. “You’re evil.”

Shoko shrugged, utterly unrepentant. “It’s part of my charm.”

Y/N stared at her for a long moment, debating the pros and cons of the situation she found herself in. It wasn’t that she hated parties, it was more that she hated everything about the experience of parties. But two weeks of not having to drag the overflowing trash bag down four flights of stairs, and her laundry getting done on top of that?

“Fine,” she muttered, taking another sip of her water.

Shoko beamed, rising from her chair and grabbing her bag for class. Her duties were fulfilled. “You won’t regret it,” she said, slinging the strap over her shoulder.

As Shoko approached the door, Y/N did in fact feel a wave of regret rush through her.

“Wait—maybe we should just stay in. You look like you could use the rest…” she began, eyeing Shoko’s dark under eyes, hesitating before she finished her sentence. “Your eye bags are showing.”

“Nice try,” Shoko scoffed, shaking her head, not even pausing as she opened the door. I’ll see you after class. Party’s on this Friday. Deal’s a deal.”

The door clicked shut before Y/N could protest further, leaving her slumped in her chair in utter defeat. She stared into her computer screen, sighing deeply.

Y/N moved from her desk, her laptop closed and forgotten as she stretched out on her bed. She reached for her phone, her lingering curiosity tugging her toward her Instagram. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to the urge. Opening the app with her arms stretched to the ceiling above her while cradling her phone, she typed his name into the search bar. His profile popped up immediately, complete with his own signature grin as the profile picture.

Satoru Gojo.

Of course, his follower count was a decent size, with about 21k followers, only following about 300 people himself. He surprisingly didn’t have very many posts up on his page, mostly photos of game highlights or him with his friends. The latest post was a group shot of him and his frat brothers standing in front of their house, red solo cups in hand.

The caption read: “Legends only.”

“Real creative,” Y/N scoffed under her breath, her thumb flicking to the next photo.

It was a highlight reel from a football game—a mid-throw shot that captured him in perfect form. The comments were a mix of adoration, jokes from his teammates, and filled with a lot of girls. He seemed to respond only to those he knew, leaving the rest unanswered, but the comments liked.

Her curiosity deepened as she scrolled further, lingering on a photo of him and a boy with pink-dyed hair. The two of them were mid-laugh, their helmets tucked under their arms, looking so genuinely happy it almost softened her perception of him.

Almost.

As she scrolled back up, ready to close the app and put an end to her unnecessary stalking, her grip faltered.

The phone slipped.

“Shit!” Y/N yelped, jerking her head to the side just in time to avoid the phone smacking her face, landing unceremoniously on her chest. Grumbling, she picked it back up and froze. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the glaring button on Satoru’s profile.

Following.

She had pressed the fucking follow button.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, bolting upright. She fumbled to unfollow his account, her thumb jabbing at the screen so hard she nearly dropped the phone again. Her heart pounded as she stared at her screen, double-checking to make sure the button now read follow again.

He’s at practice, she thought, trying to calm her racing heart. There’s no way he’s checking his phone right now. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He won’t see it.

Just as she let out a shaky breath, her phone buzzed in her hand. A notification appeared at the top of her screen.

Her stomach plummeted.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no,” she muttered desperately. Her thumb hovered over her phone, unsure whether to scream, throw it across the room, or crawl into a hole and never come out.

Satoru Gojo started following you. Would you like to follow them back?

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i99zhuo · 1 year ago

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Can you make a how to live like song jia for a day ?

How to live like song jia ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ the perfect routine to boost your self-esteem

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Song Jia! These routines are perfect for people who want to slowly build unbreakable confidence, like freezia!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🤍 Jia starts her mornings drinking a cup of water or coffee on an empty stomach, this can help to boost your metabolism and detox your body. I would recommend to drink water rather than coffee, since this could have some negative side effects.

Next step is to say some affirmations in front of the mirror, saying affirmations like 'I look so pretty today' or 'my skin looks so healthy' or simply being kinder to ourselves can ease stress, allow us to face difficulty more courageously, and feel more content and confident!

Now it's time for skincare, Jia emphasizes on having a healthy skincare, for this you will need to create a routine based on your skin type (dry, oily, combination, sensitive, normal or acne prone) and your skin concerns (black heads, bumps, irritation, scars, etc.), please make sure to consult a professional before using anything on your face! Now Jia usually cleanses her face with a foam cleanser and then use toner, a moisturizing ampule, moisturizer and sunscreen! She makes sure to apply the products on her neck too.

After skincare it's time to get dressed, while we wait for the products to absorb! Jia is a really fashionable girl, make sure to have fun with the textures, shapes and color combinations to make the best outfit and boost it using accessories like hats or sunglasses, don't forget to get a matching bag and shoes too!

Time for makeup! Jia's daily makeup consist of BB cream, mascara, eyebrow pencil and lipstick, but if she's shooting something she will add contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner and highlighter to the routine!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🎀 When Jia goes to her Chinese classes she pays attention and does activities in her book, she also practices writing random things like her name! She memorizes vocabulary and practice a little with her friends in the same class.

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦢 Jia recommends to work out at least for 20 minutes per day! She usually does simple waist or legs exercises while standing up looking at her phone or watching TV.

Also she goes to Pilates classes so you can try to do a 20 minute Pilates workout video like this one.

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🩰 To boost your self-esteem Jia says that we have to at least take 2 days of the week (Saturday and Sunday) on really taking care and spend time with ourselves.

First detangle your hair using a hairbrush, then hop on the shower and use shampoo, conditioner and a hair mask to treat your hair. Then wash your body using a shower gel and a body scrub. Jia uses a soothing gel, thermal water and a body lotion to moisturize her body after shower, she massages the products on her skin to relax her muscles. After 30 minutes, she dries her hair with cold air. After, you can trim your split ends or take care of your nails if necessary.

As a part of self-care, do chores like doing laundry or washing the dishes so you can start relaxing on a tidy place (you can also light an scented candle). Also, Jia takes her vitamins for her hair and overall health.

Now it's time to enjoy our hobbies! Having hobbies help us with both our physical and mental health, plus having our alone time makes us more comfortable with ourselves and help with self -discovery, Jia haves a good set of hobbies that she spends most of her time doing like oil painting, doing DIYs, watching dramas like insider, taking care of her dogs, cooking and baking, playing video games and golf!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🌷 Finally, Jia spends her night taking care of her skin! First she washes her hands, the uses a cleansing oil or milk, then she uses makeup remover on her eyes if the cleanser didn't take off her eyeliner for example, then she uses a foam cleanser and toner to finish cleanse her skin. After she uses a hydrating mist and ampule, a dermatologic treatment, sheet mask, lip balm and moisturizer (remember to apply it on the neck too!) after she uses a gua sha to massage her face.

as a part of skincare, make sure to sleep at least 8 hours everyday and drink enough water to wake up with perfect skin!

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Heyyy ty for reading!! This is my first request everrrr I'm so excited <3 🥹🥹, sorry for being inactive, school has been killing me but I'm finally on my summer break! Also sorry this took me a lot of time to do >.< i had to do a marathon of Jia's videos to make this

Hehe i think that's all stay tuned ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

toodlez!!!!!!

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