#he's still willing to accept sukuna

[honeycreammilkshake]

What do you think yuuji missing his two fingers mean? Do you think he still communicates with sukuna?

hi, anon!

based on the symbolism of these two fingers (the little finger for promises and the ring finger for eternal love and loyalty) i feel like yuuji looking down at them and choosing not to replace one is like his way of keeping things open for sukuna in the future.

in japan, the little finger is often associated with creativity, romance, and expressing your true feelings. similarly, the ring finger on the left hand is referred to in japan as the "wedding finger" or "marriage finger" as it's a custom that wearing a ring on that finger brings good luck and prosperity during marriage. this belief comes from a theory in chinese traditional medicine that certain parts of the body were connected by "meridians" or pathways that kept energy flowing through the body.

gege loves subtle nods to buddhism and philosophical concepts, but i'm not sure how deep the symbolism for this scene is supposed to run. regardless, i think it's very telling that it's those two fingers specifically that gege chose for yuuji to lose.

yuuji's little finger was ripped off by sukuna (in order to possess megumi) while yuuji's other finger was willingly given up to rika in order to help destroy sukuna. this is extremely fitting because, not only did yuuji fail to keep his promise to protect megumi, but he also committed himself (his entire life) to sukuna. in the beginning, his commitment was to bring about sukuna's true and final death, but now his commitment seems to be to keep the door open for sukuna. and just like sukuna stole away yuuji's promise (and refused to give it back, leaving yuuji to have to be the one to literally tear it back from sukuna), yuuji is also refusing to let go of his own promise that he is willing to accept sukuna and "try again" with him.

i think yuuji can sense sukuna's happiness or at least sukuna's calm and peaceful state in the afterlife. he has faith that sukuna will choose a better path to walk down in the next life. he set sukuna north but he's still waiting with open arms in case sukuna ever chooses to come back to him. and he's accepting of that. he's looking down at his fingers almost fondly, because the worst seems to be over and he has faith in a more hopeful future for both sukuna and himself.

seeing as how there's so much symbolism around fingers in this series, it's very telling that yuuji is okay, even satisfied, with the fact that his fingers are missing. sukuna really did take yuuji's future for his own, because not only did he mark yuuji's body irreversibly, but yuuji is also missing the finger that is commonly used for the ring in marriages. that implies that his future still belongs to sukuna, and vice versa since sukuna's remaining finger was returned to the shed where it was originally found in yuuji's school. so if sukuna ever chooses to reincarnate, he has a clear path he can follow back to yuuji if he wants to. and since yuuji was the one to offer sukuna a better future, he also left an eternal mark on the former king of curses.

it's like he's saying he's still connected to sukuna, that even though their messy, forced marriage and even messier, crazier divorce is over, yuuji is still waiting for sukuna. he's committed himself to sukuna and has hope that they will meet again. just like an ex who refuses to take off the ring from their last marriage, he's still saying he's more than willing to get back together with sukuna if it ever could happen again. he was made for sukuna, he had no choice over that. but the fact that he's still willing to choose sukuna, to want to still be fated to him....

it's so beautifully poetic. i really can't ever get over these two.

[solaceseven]

breath of fresh air

you storm out in the middle of an argument. featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro.

GOJO - the second you stormed out, gojo was right behind you.

you heard his footsteps almost immediately, quick and determined. of course, he wasn’t going to just let you go—not without a fight.

“leave me alone, gojo,” you snapped over your shoulder, picking up your pace.

“nope.”

you groaned. “i need space.”

“i need you to not walk around alone at night,” he countered, effortlessly keeping up.

you whirled around, frustration bubbling over. “i can protect myself.”

gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know you can. you’re strong, way too strong for me, honestly—i think about it all the time, actually, how you could probably throw me into the sun if you really tried—”

“gojo.”

“right, right, focus.” he exhaled. “i know you can handle yourself. that’s not the point. i just—please, come back home.”

you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. gojo loved your stubbornness—adored it, actually. but right now, he just wished you’d listen to him.

when you didn’t say anything, he groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “come on—don’t make me get on my knees.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“oh, i would. right here. in the middle of the street.”

you rolled your eyes, turning to keep walking. when you finally took in your surroundings. without even realizing it, you’d walked all the way to a 7-eleven.

gojo followed your gaze, then brightened immediately. “oh? a sign from the heavens?” he turned to you with a grin. “ramen?”

you sighed, and gojo, ever the opportunist, pressed on. “my treat.”

“you always pay,” you deadpanned.

“exactly! so, technically, i didn’t even have to say that—but i did, because i’m a generous and loving boyfriend.”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “…yeah, okay.”

gojo beamed like you had just accepted a marriage proposal. “knew you couldn’t resist me.”

you shot him a glare, but he just threw an arm around your shoulder, steering you inside like you hadn’t just been arguing minutes ago.

as he grabbed entirely too many snacks, sneaking extras into your basket with a shit-eating grin, you felt the weight in your chest ease just a little.

you weren’t done being mad at him—not completely. but as he stood beside you at the register, arms full of junk food, nudging you with his elbow like a lovesick fool, you realized—

yeah. you’d be okay.

GETO - suguru doesn’t stop you.

not because he doesn’t care—no, quite the opposite. he watches as you grab your coat, as you storm out, and he lets you go. he knows you need space, and he respects that.

but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find you.

you don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the frustration from your argument still lingering, but eventually, you find yourself stopping by a quiet street corner. you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to steady your thoughts—

and then you hear it. a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.

“you’re really making me work for it tonight, huh?”

you whip around, only to see geto standing there, hands tucked casually into his sleeves, watching you with that unreadable expression of his.

you glare. “how did you even find me?”

he tilts his head, amused. “you’re predictable.”

you huff, crossing your arms. “if you’re here to drag me home, don’t bother.”

geto steps closer, slow and easy. “i’m not dragging you anywhere.”

you raise an eyebrow. “then what do you want?”

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you’re upset. i get it. but you know i hate leaving things like this.” he steps beside you, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “so, i figured i’d come find you.”

you don’t answer right away, staring at the ground. then, without warning, your eyes begin to sting. you blink rapidly, willing the tears away, but it’s too late—geto sees it instantly.

his expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders vanishing in an instant. before you can turn away, he’s already in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks with the kind of gentleness that makes your chest ache.

“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to him. “don’t cry.” his thumbs brush lightly under your eyes, catching the first traces of tears. “look at me.”

you do, even though it only makes your throat feel tighter.

his brows furrow, guilt flashing across his face. “i’m sorry, okay?” his voice is soft, sincere. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

you swallow hard, blinking up at him. “…you were being an ass.”

a small, breathy chuckle leaves him. “yeah,” he admits. “i was.”

you sniff, and he immediately wipes away another tear before it can fall, his touch warm and steady. “but i didn’t mean to be,” he continues. “you know that, right?”

you nod.

geto exhales, relief evident in his expression. his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs still tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“come home?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

you glance away, mumbling, “still mad.”

“i know.” his lips quirk into a small smile. “you can be mad at me at home, too.”

a pause. then, finally—

“okay.”

he doesn’t say anything, just lets his forehead rest lightly against yours for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing it once before leading you back home.

NANAMI - the argument had left a bitter weight in your chest, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you wanted to. the walls of your shared home felt too tight, too suffocating, so you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed your coat and walked out.

you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the simple need to move, to put some distance between you and the words that had been thrown too carelessly.

at first, you thought you were alone. but then, a few blocks in, you heard it—steady, familiar footsteps trailing behind you.

you sighed. “kento.”

a pause. “hm?”

you turned slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder. sure enough, he was there. hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but present nonetheless. he didn’t try to walk beside you, didn’t call your name or tell you to come home—he was just there.

“you don’t have to follow me,” you muttered.

nanami exhaled slowly, adjusting his tie as he kept his pace behind you. “i know.”

and yet, he didn’t stop.

you didn’t push him away, either.

the night air was crisp, the streets quiet save for the occasional car passing by. you walked, and he followed. neither of you spoke. the argument still lingered between you, raw and unhealed, but for some reason, his quiet presence made it easier to breathe.

eventually, your feet carried you to the park. it was empty this late, just dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights. you found yourself heading toward the swing set, your steps slowing as you lowered yourself onto one of the swings. the chains creaked slightly under your weight.

nanami hesitated for only a second before taking the swing next to you. he didn’t say anything, just sat there, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed ahead.

the silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just… there.

after a long moment, you broke it.

“we’re going to be okay, right?” your voice was quieter than you intended, but you didn’t correct it.

nanami didn’t answer immediately. he let out a slow breath.

“yeah,” he said, firm, certain. “we’re going to be okay.”

and for the first time since the argument, you let yourself believe it.

SUKUNA - the door had barely swung shut before you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

you had barely made it down the front steps when a clawed hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to a stop.

sukuna’s grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—unrelenting. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, edged with something unreadable.

you didn’t turn to face him. “i need to cool off.”

his fingers twitched against your skin. “tch. you can cool off inside.”

you exhaled sharply, attempting to pull away, but he didn’t let you. his grip remained steady, grounding. “i don’t want to be inside right now, sukuna.”

“and i don’t want you wandering off alone.”

you finally turned, eyes burning with frustration. “i can take care of myself.”

his expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. “i know you can.” his tone softened, just barely. “that’s not the point.”

silence settled between you, tense and heavy. the night air was cool against your skin, the world around you quiet. your breathing was uneven, your heart still pounding from the argument. you wanted to be stubborn, to keep walking just to prove a point.

but sukuna didn’t let go.

for a long moment, he just looked at you. not with anger, not with amusement—just quiet, unreadable intensity. and then, after a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, his grip loosened. his hand slid down to take yours, fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt less like restraint and more like holding on.

“come back inside,” he muttered. his voice wasn’t commanding, not like before. it was something else. something almost pleading.

you hesitated, still upset, still wanting to fight. but his hand was warm, solid, there. the fight had drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

after a long pause, you sighed, giving his fingers a small squeeze before turning back toward the house.

sukuna didn’t say anything, just followed beside you, his hand never leaving yours. when you stepped inside, he made sure the door was locked behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. neither of you spoke as he guided you toward the bedroom, the silence no longer suffocating but something quieter, softer.

the argument wasn’t over. you weren’t ready to let it go. but as sukuna’s grip lingered, steady and sure, you knew—

you two were going to be okay.

TOJI - toji doesn’t follow you. at least, not right away.

he watches as you storm out, jaw clenched, arms crossed, your anger still crackling in the air like static. he lets you leave, doesn’t call after you, doesn’t chase you down. he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face with a deep sigh.

but after a few minutes, he clicks his tongue, grabs his jacket, and heads out after you.

he knows you—knows you’re stubborn, knows you need space, but he also knows it’s late, and he’ll be damned if he lets you wander around alone.

it doesn’t take long to find you. you’re sitting on a bench at some quiet little bus stop, arms hugged around yourself, your knee bouncing impatiently. toji exhales, shoving his hands in his pockets as he makes his way over.

you glance up when he steps in front of you, glaring. “go away.”

“not happening,” he says flatly.

you scoff, turning your head. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“good,” he deadpans. “cause i ain’t here to talk.”

you blink, caught off guard, looking at him. he just shrugs. “you needed space, so i gave it to ya. now i’m just gonna sit here and shut up.”

and with that, toji plops down onto the bench next to you, spreading his legs wide, leaning back like this is the most natural thing in the world.

you stare at him. “you’re kidding.”

“nah.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head back. “go on. be mad.”

you are mad. but suddenly, it feels a little ridiculous.

the two of you sit there in silence, the sounds of the city buzzing faintly in the distance. the weight of the argument still lingers, but toji’s presence, solid and unshaken, makes it feel smaller. like it’s not going to swallow you whole.

after a while, he cracks an eye open, side-eyeing you. “you done sulking yet?”

you huff. “i’m not sulking.”

“yeah, yeah.” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “c’mon. let’s go.”

you hesitate. “i dunno…”

he stands up, glancing down at you. “i’ll buy you food.”

you squint. “bribery?”

toji smirks. “call it what ya want. just get up.”

you sigh, but when he holds a hand out to you, you take it. his grip is warm, steady, and when he tugs you to your feet, he doesn’t let go.

“where are we going?” you mumble.

“dunno.” he shrugs. “we’ll figure it out.”

and somehow, that’s enough.

[lovegasmic]

 ᰋ. HOW TO GET THE GIRL ? : jujutsu kaisen ᰍ 

request : [ them ] being the “other man” showing reader they won’t give up on her even though she now wants to be loyal. alt : just pretend there is no boyfriend and it’s exes trying to win you back.

‘ toji fushiguro, kento nanami, satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, sukuna x fem!reader ’ ୨୧ taglist

cw. slight mentions of sex◞ Sukuna gets in a fight ◞ other than that it’s all fluff / crack and probably a bit ooc.

˙ . ꒷ toji . 𖹭 ˙ — is the type that would purposely frequent the places he knows you’re going to be at, and to make it worst, when he knows you’ll be with your boyfriend.

the mall, that one restaurant you told him about, your favorite hair salon and that one clothing store, all places Toji attempts to find you at, calling you on the phone? that’s weak.

until you do ‘accidentally’ bump into Toji at the club where you first met, and he has this wide grin while nonchalantly approaching, eyeing your boyfriend up and down as if the sight was insulting, “oh, look who is here” he chuckles and you’re about to scream.

“do you know him?” your boyfriend asks, a bit taken guarded, no one could blame him really, that menacing look on Toji’s eyes plus the size of the man is just a perfect combo for disaster.

pissed is mild, you’ve already told Toji to stay away yet he never listens, “just briefly, he is not important”

the black haired man’s eyes glint with what looks like anger, but still masked under a smirk and crossed arms to purposely bulge his arms, “is that a way to talk to an old friend?” he tuts, mocking, “i’m hurt”

“let’s get going” you mutter in a rush, tugging your boyfriend to leave as soon as possible, but of course, Toji is not having it, holding onto your wrist to tug you instead towards another corner and quite fast, just to push you against a wall.

“what a fuckin’ pathetic man you got” he huffs, noticing how your boyfriend just stood there frozen, “i can’t believe you chose that”

“i chose no one, he was my first, you’re just a fling” that shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did.

“you didn’t say that when you were screaming my name” his hands are a bit firmer on your arms.

and your face burns slightly, “that’s different”

“how so?” Toji’s voice is demanding and gruff, “we had so much fun together, I can take better care of you than that pathetic excuse of a man you have..., please” he does not need much, really, just a single chance, and by the way your eyes drop slightly, he knows you’re seconds away from giving in.

˙ . ꒷ kento . 𖹭 ˙ — to begin with, finding out you were using him all along was like a punch in the gut, him who thought your relationship was going smooth and steady, only to be crushed down within minutes was not something Kento was willing to go through again. so, he just let’s you go, his ego hurt and heart shattered in pieces.

but then again, if you were with him, it was for a reason, right?

he acts mature, something you quite expect from a man like Kento, yet unable to deny the pull that still lingers, a whole gentleman he is, and in a city like yours finding him again was not impossible.

“hello...” his voice is steady and cool, making your tummy do a flip at the nonchalant and deep tone, “how have you been?” it’s quite obvious his words are forced, and by the way his hands are in his pockets, he wants to leave as soon as possible.

“um, good, yeah” so awkward, and to make it worse, you can’t just stop the way your eyes trail up and down his body, looking as handsome and manly with those khaki pants and blue fitted shirt.

Kento nods again, tapping on the ground with perfectly polished shoes, “good, then, goodbye”

“wait!”

your words come out before you can even stop them, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your top, “can we... grab some coffee? if you’re free, of course”

truly meant to be, how weak you are and how weak Kento is to accept immediately, hopefully, now knowing the whole story, he can convince you to break up with your boyfriend.

˙ . ꒷ satoru . 𖹭 ˙ — another gift left on your doorstep? this is the third that week, a cute yet simple black box with a white bow around it, perhaps another expensive necklace to join the collection your ‘ex’ or better called, fling, left.

the box creates a soft thud as you toss it on the last drawer of your closet, unable to even consider throwing it away, so you better keep them, there were no more reasons behind it, you tried to convince yourself.

then another beep, you have a new voice mail that plays, “hey, sweetheart!” Satoru sounds as nonchalant and fake as ever, “you left a t-shirt at my place, ahaha, don’t you want to come grab it?”

another poor excuse.

“why don’t I better drop it at your place?” silence, “just..., let me know if your boyfriend is there...”

something he was not willing to do was drop by knowing the other man could be there, one to save himself from heartache, and another, to not murder the man with his own bare hands.

another beep, another voice call, “let me talk to you, baby, please, just once, can we talk?” he sounds a bit pathetic but who cares, you managed to get under his skin, wrapped around your finger in such a way that he was not letting you go that easily, “call me”

you couldn’t deny that he was really sweet and attentive, checking one of the anklets he got you now sitting on your skin, perhaps... giving him one call can’t hurt, right?

˙ . ꒷ suguru . 𖹭 ˙ — Mr. nonchalant, you call him, having a grin on his face that makes his eyes wrinkle on the sides, barely raising a hand to greet as you approach — although you tried to avoid him by crossing the road, thing Suguru did too, now face to face while the only one who feels awkward is you, “oh, hi” he says your name as if it was the most common thing he has ever done, rolling off his tongue way too smoothly, “i did not expect to see you around”

what a liar, if you didn’t know him, you could have overlooked the way his fists were clenched and jaw slightly tight, “and who is this?” he points at the man next to you, who Suguru knows every detail of thanks to social media.

“this is my boyfriend...” why were your words so stiff? “what are you doing here?”

“oh, me?” he shrugs, “walking around, buying some groceries, life is amazing” the sarcasm and way his eyes trailed up and down your boyfriend in such disgusted way did not escape your gaze.

“oh, that’s great, yeah... we better get going...”

“wait” there is that smile again, “why don’t you join me for dinner?” you genuinely fear for your boyfriend’s life at that suggestion.

“i don’t think—”

“ah, you wound me” so dramatic, holding a hand to his chest, “aren’t we friends?”

sure, hopefully your boyfriend will make it out in one piece.

˙ . ꒷ choso . 𖹭 ˙ — although his mind screams for not to call you, he still does. the phone feels heavy on his hand the moment he picks it up, dialing the number Choso has began to memorize from how many times he’s type it just to delete it.

straight into voicemail, just great, “doll, we have to talk...” his voice is gruff and low, trying to mask that frustration by sliding his open palm across his face, “...call me”

it’s a little pathetic but he does not care in the slightest, fuck, how much he misses you, your laugh, your smell, your voice, everything, utterly in love with you.

even his brother told him to find someone else, to let you go but he could not, at least not on his own, dragged to a bar by his friends where he oh, so coincidentally finds you again, looking as gorgeous as ever and his chest tightens.

“hey” Choso is even a little flustered to approach you, hoping you don’t push him away, he just wants to chat, really, smiling and ignoring the flutter in his stomach as you actually continue the conversation, perhaps the drinks making everything go smoother, perhaps it’s the atmosphere or just how extremely beautiful you look.

Choso can’t look away, can’t take his eyes off you, and without realizing you’re dancing again as if nothing happened, as if you’re still his, and he really, really prays that you don’t slap him as he leans for a kiss under the bar dim light.

˙ . ꒷ sukuna . 𖹭 ˙ — this was a bad idea, a horrible, terrible idea, who in their right mind even thinks about taking their boyfriend to the club their side piece is a frequent at?

you, you did.

“so this is the guy, huh?” a few drinks in and Sukuna was ready to fight without a care of the show he was putting in, that mean, wicked smirk of his in place as he taps your boyfriend’s shoulder hard enough to make him wobble slightly, “you changed me for that?!” his eyes never left yours, demanding an answer.

“i did not change you! you were not even an option ”

a deep and quite menacing laugh echoes through the now embarrassingly silent club, everyone ready to jump in if things got worse, “oh yeah? that’s so sad, babygirl, because you are mine”

“hey” your boyfriend chimes in, stepping in between you and Sukuna whose hands were on your shoulders, “keep your hands away from my girl”

“listen, pal” Sukuna retorts, his face turned into a sly smile that screams danger, “this is between me and her”

“she is my girlfriend”

and, that did not sit right with Sukuna, as the next thing you see is your boyfriend stumbling back from the pink haired’s punch on the face, and the club bouncer jumping to pull him outside, almost happening in the blink of an eye.

that was just perfect, well done.

and as your hands clean up your boyfriend’s bloodied cheek, and your thoughts trail down to Sukuna, you know you’re fucked.

[kashverse]

valentine’s day is a day of love, a day of romance, a day of thoughtful gifts and heartfelt gestures. at least, that’s what it’s supposed to be. in reality, it’s a chaotic mess of procrastination, poor planning, and half-baked ideas that somehow still turn out endearing.

gojo, for one, is convinced he’s got it all figured out—until he realizes a week before that he, in fact, does not. cue the absolute frenzy of online shopping, where express shipping fees start resembling down payments on luxury cars. you have never seen someone willing to pay $250 to ensure a singular plushie arrives on time, but here you are, witnessing gojo justify it with “it’s the principle, babe.” and when one of the plushies arrives looking like a legally-dubious cousin of hello kitty, affectionately dubbed "salutations feline," you know better than to ask questions. you just nod, accept the gift, and pretend it’s exactly what you wanted.

toji is really trying. genuinely. he even set aside money in a little envelope weeks ago, determined to get you something nice. unfortunately, he has the memory of a goldfish and cannot, for the life of him, remember where he put it. after turning the apartment upside down in a mild panic, he sighs, gives up, and buys you flowers instead. the disappointment in his eyes is real. but then, in a turn of events that could only be described as divine intervention, he finds the envelope wedged in the back of his underwear drawer while changing after a couple’s shower. he immediately drags you out for a fancy dinner, smug as hell, as if he planned it this way all along.

nanami is not here to play games. doubting his valentine’s day preparedness is like doubting if gravity will continue existing tomorrow. the moment you started dating, he created an excel sheet of your preferences. the list includes everything—things you’ve mentioned wanting in passing, your favorite colors, gift ideas you’ve sent him, and couple activities you’ve liked on social media. by the time february rolls around, he is four and a half weeks ahead of schedule. while others are scrambling for last-minute gifts, nanami is already wrapping yours in high-quality, sustainably sourced paper with a perfectly tied bow. he will not reveal how much thought went into it—he simply hands you the gift, kisses your forehead, and tells you to enjoy.

geto does not do things halfway. when he plans a valentine’s day surprise, he plans a valentine’s day surprise. there is a live band. live dancers. a live chef preparing a five-course meal. for a brief moment, you wonder if you’ve stepped into a wedding reception. as much as you love the grandeur, a part of you wishes there was something more intimate—something just between the two of you. it isn’t until he gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring that it all makes sense. the hidden cameras, the elaborate setup—he wasn’t just planning valentine’s day. he was planning the moment he’d ask you to spend forever with him. naturally, you burst into tears, because what else is there to do when suguru geto proposes?

choso, bless his heart, approaches valentine’s day with pinterest. a mistake. the sheer volume of ideas overwhelms him, and suddenly, he has 598 saved pins and no clear direction. still, he tries. he does 60 of them—which is a lot—but somehow, he still sits there at the end of the night, shoulders slumped, muttering, “i should’ve done more.” you, surrounded by candlelit dinners, handmade gifts, and personalized love letters, have to physically hold his face and tell him he has done enough.

sukuna does not do valentine’s day. he has made this abundantly clear. and yet, despite his insistence that it’s a “pointless holiday,” you notice he’s a little different that day. his usual sharp comments are softer, his touches linger a little longer, and he does things for you without being asked. no grand declarations, no fancy gifts, just small acts of care—holding you closer, making sure you’re comfortable, easing up on the teasing (only slightly). and while he still grumbles about the holiday, you catch him staring at you a little too long, the corner of his lips twitching up in something dangerously close to affection. maybe next year, he’ll actually acknowledge the holiday. but for now, this is enough.

[starmapz]

what you know - ch9: (ex) friends || r. sukuna

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [college au] [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. implied injury. family trauma. mutual pining. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic (attacks). mentions of difficulty eating. vomit. tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ words ; 12.2k.

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With a soft click, the Career Services Office door shuts behind you. Dropping your bag on the bench just outside the door, you pull Shoko’s attention from her phone.

“So? How did it go?”

Slipping paperwork carefully into your bag, you nod. “Good! I only need to make a couple of changes to my resume and cover letter and they gave me some good suggestions for options,” you explain.

As a part of your final couple of semesters in your final year, your Copy Editing and Proofreading class has an internship requirement. On one hand it’s stressful, especially given that you’ll need to adjust your life to the schedule of having an internship on Tuesdays and Thursdays on top of classes throughout the week, but you’re also excited.

And then there’s the case of Sukuna.

Although you wouldn’t exactly call the last time you saw him a pleasant encounter given Sukuna had broken down, not to mention his abrupt departure, his emails had been a bit more reassuring.

sukuna.r@gmail.com - Friday, 6:02 PM home?

englishlitstudies@gmail.com - Friday, 6:24 PM Home! Thanks for checking in, Kuna :)

sukuna.r@gmail.com - Friday, 6:29 PM yeah. thanks for earlier. makes it easier to be around the kids

You had smiled to yourself as it seemed he was finally admitting to the fact that maybe help wasn’t so bad. Maybe he didn’t have to handle everything alone.

More encouraging still, was his follow up email.

sukuna.r@gmail.com - Friday, 6:32 PM can you watch them more? i’ll find a way to pay you back after the trial

You hadn’t exactly considered the repercussions that looking after Sukuna’s little brothers would have on your schedule on top of the fact that you’re required to get an internship to graduate.

But if Sukuna can handle it, then you’re more than willing to bear some of his burden if it means he’ll accept your help. Maybe you can lessen the dark circles that seem burnt into his skin like a brand, even if it means you take on a burden of your own.

It’s worth it. He’s worth it.

Shoko groans, pulling your thoughts back to the present. “God, I hope my resume only needs a couple of tweaks. I don’t think it’s very good,” she mutters, pulling it out of her bag.

Peeking over the top of the paper, you shrug. “If it’s any consolation, it’s pretty.”

“Did you just call my resume dumb but pretty? I feel like you did,” she chides.

You laugh in unison with her, shaking your head. “I haven’t even read it! It’s probably more impressive than mine is.”

As her laughter dies down, Shoko rolls her resume up in her hand, batting your shoulder with the paper. “Nice save,” she snorts. Giggling, you step aside as she stands up to head into the Career Services Office next. “I’ll catch you later,” she waves as she steps inside.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you make your way to the car and return home. As if projects and studying weren't enough, to think that you now also need to apply to publishing houses while competing with every other student in your program is… a lot. 

With a sigh, you stretch your arms over your head as you take a seat at your desk and begin the long application process of applying to nearly every publishing house in town.

–

Rocking back and forth on the ball of your heels, adorned in cute knee-high boots that match your beige knit sweater, you await one of the three brothers at the door. Over the past couple of weeks, your tattooed counterpart has slowly allowed you to help him.

And thank god for that.

After the intensely emotional moment you’d shared with him outside his apartment after meeting with Hiromi, Choso and Sukuna’s behaviour had grown increasingly worrying. Yuji’s boisterous personality remained somewhat dulled with an underlying sadness, but every so often he would relax under your care and his giggles would light up the apartment.

Choso was a different story. You wondered often if he had heard the discussions between the four adults chatting about legal papers. His already extremely reserved personality had faded into a monotonous and ghostly presence of what was once a very bright and lively child. If ever someone had seemed to be running on auto-pilot, this was it.

Your concern had only grown when you’d stood beside Sukuna just outside of your Literature History class as he received a phone call from Choso’s teacher, concerned for his mental health and well-being.

How Sukuna is meant to explain his child brother refusing to speak not only to classmates, but even his teacher, neither of you truly knew. The pride Sukuna carries on his back that strains and weighs down his already heavy shoulders prevented him from telling the truth. He’s not the picturesque guardian that the school expects him to be at the end of the day, but to admit that he’s about to fight to keep his brothers in his custody feels like defeat to a man like Sukuna.

The battle hasn’t even begun and he’s already losing.

Sukuna remained nestled carefully within your heart, lighting a fire deep within that urged you to help him fight. Like a firefly, it seemed to buzz within, guiding you towards the man you’d come to know as surprisingly warm and thoughtful, in spite of his rougher edges.

Yet it seemed that man was buried under so many layers of stress that you hadn’t caught wind of that warmth in weeks. Sukuna had become somewhat of a shell of his former self too, more on edge and growing wearier by the day. You may see him every couple of days as you look after his brothers or he manages to make it to class or lunch, but between his quick departure and the bone-tired state he returns in after his shift, you don’t get many opportunities to speak.

The only positive you can find across the whole situation is that he’s accepting your help. He’s trying with what meager energy he can find.

In the midst of your troubles with the three brothers, your schedule had briefly become a scattered mess as well. Between running to interviews, classes in which Sukuna struggled to arrive in a timely manner, and looking after the boys, you had been spread thin as well.

At least your schedule would become more predictable, beginning today.

The door creaks open just far enough for Choso to peek up at you. His eyes are devoid of anything beyond recognition as he steps back to let you in. It tugs at your heartstrings to see him so withdrawn.

“Hey sweetie,” you greet him softly, gently ruffling his dark hair. He blinks as his hair, which has grown quite long now, falls into his face, obscuring his vision, though he doesn’t otherwise react.

With two months until the court date, you pray he comes out of his shell again. Two months of reserved silence doesn’t bode well for his mental health, especially when you’re certain Sukuna will win the case regardless.

Sure, his odds aren’t amazing, but those kids love him and in spite of the fatigue that plagues his mind and body, you catch glimpses of the fire lit within to win the court case.

“Where are your brothers?” You query with a small tilt of your head.

Choso’s gaze drifts to the hall where the bedrooms are. You shoot him a tight-lipped smile, sighing as you reach the hall. The bathroom door is shut, the sounds of running water penetrating the barrier. Brushing past the room, you poke your head into the open door to Yuji’s room. The most lively of the bunch, his feet are kicking as he sits at his desk, crayons scrawling across paper.

Stepping inside, you greet him with a smile.

His response isn’t as enthusiastic as you hoped, but he still calls your name out as his eyes brighten at the sight of you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you ruffle his hair as you step up behind him to peer at his coloring page. To your surprise, it isn’t the Avengers book that he’s been coloring over the course of the past few weeks (Spider-Man is his favorite), but a page with a familiar blue hedgehog on it. You blink once as you recognize the pose, it looks like it’s straight from the cover of the GameCube game you’d left here a while ago. More notably, you notice that the lineart doesn’t gleam in the same way the printed pages usually do under the lamplight.

It’s drawn in marker.

Faint traces of erased lines remain at the edge of Sonic’s eyes (are they eyes? Is it one eye? How does that work?) and now that you’re standing over the desk more, you can see the faint outline of another character at his side. Shadow.

You smile to yourself, somewhat bittersweet, at the sweet sight of Yuji leaving the sketch blank and staying in the lines to the best of his ability. He likely hopes that at some point he’ll be able to complete his joint artistic effort with his brother.

The sound of a door opening grabs your attention and you excitedly make your way over to Sukuna, who’s clad in a blue polo and khakis. Clearly he’d be stocking shelves for the evening. Running a hand through long salmon locks, his eyes slide over to you as you appear from the doorway of his brothers’ room.

The dark circles under his eyes don’t look so bad today, though his expression remains stoic. There’s no cracks to his practiced facade of control, his crimson eyes set on your face as he examines the way you actually bound towards him, clearly excited. He raises an eyebrow as he casts his gaze down to your hands, fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Something happen?” He brings a hand up to casually scratch beneath the collar of his shirt, the polo material irritating against his skin.

“You remember how I needed to get an internship this semester?”

“Mhm.”

“Aaaaand you remember how I was really hoping to get a position in that printing house on the main bus route to save some money on gas?”

His lip quirks upwards at the corner as he takes a step towards you. One strong arm wraps around you in something between a headlock and a hug, causing you to giggle. “‘Course you got it. Atta girl,” though his tone lacks the usual timbre he reserves for you and his brothers, you can see the way something within him shifts, something akin to pride resonating through him.

With your face practically shoved into Sukuna’s way too bulky chest, your cheeks quickly warm. You’re more than positive that he can feel it when you stumble back as he releases you after a moment, a glimmer of mischief buried deep beneath the haze of exhaustion.

“Thanks Kuna,” you can’t help the way your eyes crinkle at the corners as your heart pounds in your chest.

Loving him from afar isn’t easy, but it’s better than not loving him at all.

Sukuna makes a motion that he’s headed for the kitchen. You trail after him, watching as he reaches into the fridge for leftovers and a water bottle. 

Choso sits silently at the table towards the back of the apartment, leaning on his palm as he stares outside. With tupperware in one hand and a large metal bottle in the other, Sukuna pauses to stare at him. Something akin to guilt flashes through his eyes, but he quickly steels himself.

You briefly wonder if he believes he can win, something you’ve been doing your best to reassure all three brothers of. Something you genuinely believe.

“When do you start?” Sukuna gruffs, turning his attention back to you.

“Tuesday next week.”

“Excited?”

“I’m a bit nervous, but… yeah,” you smile, grateful he’s entertaining the conversation given how clipped chats with him have been over the last couple of weeks. During lunch or classes on campus, you can usually goad him into a conversation about your professor’s strange obsession with conspiracies (which turned out to be true, much to your dismay), but that’s the extent of his chatty mood usually. You don’t blame him, though. You know he’s worn thin.

The only sign that the Sukuna you know is still there are the minute breaks, the moments where he silently seeks your company, falling into step with you and letting his arm brush against yours. The days when he spreads his legs while he sits at the lunch table and you would give him a hard time for manspreading when his thigh leans against yours, but he only does it to you, so you second-guess teasing him.

“You’ll be fine,” he assures, taking a seat on the couch as he stuffs his dinner into his backpack. “You’re a hard worker.” He smirks, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Compared to you, I seem like I sleep on the job.”

Your smile falters as Sukuna forces a laugh. “Hmph. Maybe.”

Sukuna’s capacity for conversation has grown infinitely thinner as the days pass and his sleep lessens. Where that leaves his anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface, he does what he can to keep it at bay, especially when it comes to you and his brothers. Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of his conversational skills.

The air grows quiet, interrupted only by the gentle creak of the chair that Choso shuffles quietly on and distant cars in the January cold.

“I can’t believe this is our last year,” you comment mostly for the sake of creating conversation. You know Sukuna doesn’t have much gas in the tank for it, but you find yourself wondering if talking at him helps ease his worries and distract him from the thoughts that plague his restless mind.

“Mm. You lookin’ forward to working?”

“I think so! What about you?

His gaze flashes towards you, narrowing slightly as he straightens, pulling a pair of keys from the bottom of his bag. “No.”

Heat creeps up the back of your neck. “You have time! Especially if you decide to change your major-”

“Why would I do that?” He snaps, lip curling into a snarl. Crimson irises flit between your wide eyes, your brow knit together by a crease.

Shit.

That carefully composed facade Sukuna’s been sporting the last week cracks, his simmering frustration crashing through the walls he’s erected to protect those around him from his own gripes.

Biting your lip in uncertainty, you stammer as you attempt to backtrack under his harsh stare. “I- I just thought-”

“Thought what? Thought I’d be better off doing something more useful? Something that makes more money?”

“What?” You blink as you process his cold tone. “No, I-” your words die in your throat as you examine his set jaw and the way he’s gripping his backpack with white knuckles. What really strikes you is the way something akin to offense gleams in his eyes. You’re accustomed to accidentally prodding where he doesn’t want you, but his edge isn’t usually so cold when you dig a little too deep into his psyche. “It just seemed like you were considering something else.” You want to tack on a mention of an art degree, but Sukuna scoffs before you can continue.

“Is history not good enough now, princess?”

You visibly recoil at the cold way his nickname for you slips off his tongue like venom. What nerve had you struck? “No, what-? No. I’m sorry, Sukuna. I just got the wrong idea, I guess.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have prodded into something that can be a touchy subject for him, but you thought you’d moved past this, and he asked first. Then again, this isn’t the Sukuna you’ve come to know after all these months. The man staring back at you is a product of a world that’s tearing him apart, his emotions awry.

But it still hurts when he takes it out on you.

With a sigh, he checks his watch. “I gotta fucking go,” he mutters, zipping up his bag and grabbing his coat from the rack near the door. Tossing them both on, he slips his hand into his pocket, surely shuffling through it in search of a cigarette, before the door shuts behind him with a slam.

You can only watch in confusion and dispiritedness as the lock flicks shut and the sounds of his footsteps fade outside.

One step forward… two steps back.

You sigh, shutting your eyes for a moment as you stare where he last was. Dragging your hands over your face, you push to your feet, deciding for once to forgo studying in favor of finding something to do with the kids. Maybe it’s time you litter the apartment in bead frogs to go with all the lizards that are still haphazardly strewn everywhere.

To your dismay as you turn towards the hall, you find Choso staring at you from the table. Fuck. You’d forgotten he was there. His expression is unreadable and your chest tightens.

With the most convincing smile you can muster, you usher him from his chair and lead him towards Yuji. “Did you two ever figure out how to make bead frogs?”

Choso’s deep brown eyes examine you as he stares straight up at you. “Are you okay?”

It chokes you up to hear the little boy worry about you. You don’t dare look at him, lest he see the way your eyes burn with salty warmth. So you just smile, nodding. “Of course! Let’s go find your brother.”

Hopefully your tone was more convincing than your expression.

–

The door opens thirty minutes later than usual. Both boys are already asleep (you hope), and have been for a while now, which is unusual for Sukuna’s evening shifts.

He pauses at the door with his keys, a habit you’ve noticed he picked up since the day he found Choso asleep on your lap and had nearly awoken him with the clattering of his keys on the table. When his eyes meet yours, he drops the keys onto the table and locks the door behind him without a word.

His backpack slides from his shoulder with a thud and a muffled clattering of utensils. “You can go.”

You purse your lips at his blatant dismissal of whatever the hell happened earlier. Had you really upset him that much?

“Sukuna, can’t we talk about-?”

He firmly says your name, his eyes steely as you stand and take a step towards him in an effort to reach out. “Not right now.”

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. It’s almost embarrassing; to stand there and so blatantly have him deny your request to talk things through after you’ve looked after his brothers for over nine hours. After he’s finally accepting your help and allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence. “Please, Sukuna-”

Your name rolls off his tongue again, unyielding. “Go home.”

It’s always like this with him. Where that hole in your heart that Sukuna’s nestled so comfortably within eats away at its own chasm. It punctures you, twisting along with the way you still feel for him, knowing that his cold demeanor is the product of a world that threatens to crush him.

But the rational part of you is reminded of Kento and Shoko pulling you aside to warn you not to let him step on you.

Picking up your jacket and bag, you pull your boots on without shooting him another glance. “Asshole.” It slips past your lips before you can really think twice about it, but you’re too caught up in your emotions to care.

You’re gone before Sukuna’s frustration can flare and he’s standing alone in his apartment. The air is still, sound for the heavy air that suffocates him. The TV is still on, you were quietly watching Holes. He supposes there aren’t many non-horror options that you likely haven’t seen with the kids at this point given that he doesn’t have cable or any subscriptions of any kind.

His hair is sticking to his forehead, his skin sweat-slicked between his shoulder blades as he sits down on the couch, dragging his hands roughly over his face. The kids don’t usually pick this movie. He doesn’t remember it.

“You’re mean.”

Carefully guarded, Sukuna raises a brow. “Why’re you awake, brat? You got school tomorrow.” Choso doesn’t reply. With a sigh, the oldest brother scratches the back of his head. “She’ll come around, Choso. Go to bed.”

Choso stands his ground, not moving.

God, the first words he hears from his brother in days and it’s that he’s mean?

Is he really?

He examines Choso’s face, his eyes trailing up to the two bundles of his long hair gathered at the back of his head. Had you put his hair up? Surely the kid hadn’t done it himself. It suits him, and frankly Sukuna’s just glad his hair is out of his face.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he has a stare-off with his little brother.

This isn’t that big of a deal. He just didn’t want to hear you point out his inadequacies. He knows his major is useless. He knows he shouldn’t smoke. He doesn’t want to hear it. Surely he hadn’t been enough of a dick that he was wasting what had been laid out clearly as his last chance with you. Right?

You don’t curse often, but even you had called him an asshole.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, pushing up from the couch and pulling on his shoes without a second thought. He’s down in the parking lot as fast as his legs can carry him, searching for your car. To his relief, you’re waiting for the engine to warm up in a guest parking spot.

He jogs over, knocking on the window. You bristle, practically jumping out of your skin at the sight of the burly man at your side.

“Sukuna, you scared me,” you gasp.

“Sorry.”

You frown, avoiding his gaze as you set your phone down. “It’s fine,” you mumble quietly. “What do you want?”

“To talk. About how I was an asshole.”

You stare blankly at him, quietly examining his face. “I told you that you had one chance-”

“Then don’t let it get that far. I’m not wastin’ my chance, I’m fixing things before it gets to that point.”

“It’s not fair that you get to decide when we do or don’t talk about things.”

Sukuna leans his forearms in your car, sighing as he hangs his head within the heat. Your car dips somewhat under his weight. “I know, princess.” He lifts his head, his crimson eyes gleaming in the glow of your dash lights.

You figured he would keep talking but when he just stares blankly at you, you find yourself sighing. “I thought you were letting me in. Letting me help.”

“You are helping me,” he points out.

“I’m helping the kids.”

“That helps me.”

Groaning, you frustratedly run a hand through your hair. “That’s not what I mean,” you grumble, shooting him a glare. “You keep pushing me away.” His fingers flex into fists as he leans into the warmth of your car further.

“It’s better this way.”

“You’re so frustrating,” you groan, slumping back into your seat. “It’s not better! I’m trying to be your friend, I’m trying to be here for you, but I can’t if you won’t let me in.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches as he merely listens.

“Honestly, tell me what you would have done if I’d left like you asked me to when you had a panic attack.” You look at him expectantly, watching the way that the lights on your dash suddenly seem very interesting to him. He swallows hard, crossing his arms as he continues to lean into the car, perched on his elbows.

Your heat is working overtime to keep you warm as the air that slips past Sukuna clings to your skin, raising it in its wake. Sukuna seems unaffected by the cold, focused anywhere but you. His mind is racing, searching for an answer in the white noise of the car, as though the check engine light will provide the answers he’s searching for.

“You should check your engine.”

You want to groan, roll your eyes, and scream in frustration all at once, yet all you can manage is to stare, stunned to your core that those are the words he chose. Your hand finds the gear shift to put the car in reverse and finally he gives in.

“Fuck, wait.” He huffs, reaching way too close across your body with his long arm to stop your hand from moving the gear shift. His fingers are chilly as he pulls your hand back, proceeding with the familiar act of fiddling with your fingers.

Sensing that this won’t be a short conversation, you flick the key in the ignition once, shutting off the engine, but keeping the heat on. As the engine rumbles to a halt, the distant sounds of cars down the road and faint chatter fill the air. The bulb that illuminates the entry of Sukuna’s apartment continues to flicker, the occasional darkness casting a serious air over his sharp features.

“The first time I ever had one was the day after my dad died,” Sukuna admits with a strained voice. His thumb slides along your knuckles. “It didn’t matter how sick he was. He never wanted me to have to take care of my brothers more than for a few hours.” His face contorts into something between sadness and anger. “I didn’t know how to change a diaper. Didn’t know what Yuji liked eatin’ ‘sides chicken fingers and shit. I think he really believed she’d come back n’ take care of us, or at least them.”

Your lips part as you sympathetically squeeze his fingers, but you don’t dare interrupt.

“Had to look it up on YouTube. How to change a diaper, I mean.” He scoffs, bitter resentment painted across sunken eyes. “Yuji wouldn’t stop cryin’. It was all fuckin’ day, all the time. Must’ve been five in the morning when I finally got both kids asleep at the same time.” His tongue runs along the seam of his lips. “Dunno if you’ve had one before,” he casts a glance at you as he references a panic attack, as though he’s unwilling to admit what it is. You nod. “But I just remember layin’ on the floor of the washroom, staring at the ceiling. Couldn’t tell ya how long I laid there.”

It never seems to matter how upset you are with Sukuna, his situation always manages to twist your heartstrings. He can play you like a violin and he doesn’t even seem to have any clue of the kind of influence he has over you.

“So, if you wanna know what I woulda done,” he shrugs half-heartedly. “That, probably.”

Undoubtedly, this is his best effort of letting you in. Showing you he’s listening. Fixing things before they’re blown out of proportion because he got short with you.

You offer him a sad smile. “I’m glad it didn’t come to that.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Me too.”

“Next time, can we just talk before things get this far, Kuna?”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding as the familiar nickname slips so easily off your tongue. “There won’t be a next time.”

Your lips quirk upwards, brow raising as you challenge his statement. “With you? There will be. Next time though, just start by telling me you aren’t in the mood to talk about something, okay?”

His lips press into a thin line at your lack of faith in him. He knows it’s founded, but it hurts regardless. Still, you somehow seem to find the space in your heart to be patient with him when he needs it most and for that he’s grateful.

“You got it, princess.” He pauses, tapping the side of the car as he drops your fingers into your lap. “Listen, I think I gotta start taking more shifts.”

“More?”

The concern etched into your brow is cute. “Yeah. I need to almost double how much I usually make. So, double the shifts.”

“You already missed class yesterday,” you point out.

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time. I get by.”

“You’re lucky you’re the type of guy who barely needs to study to pass,” you grumble with narrowed eyes.

He snorts, amused. “Yeah, maybe.” He sighs. “I know you got your internship startin’ up next week, but…” he trails off, as if he’s debating whether he should even ask you.

“You need help?”

He sighs. “I gotta take some night shifts.”

Dread churns in your stomach. “You’re never gonna get any sleep.”

“I’ll find time.”

“Where? Your schedule is full.”

“What other option do I have?” He grunts, exasperated. “An extra months’ rent ain’t gonna appear outta thin air.”

“You could always ask Toj-”

“No.”

You should have expected that. Red irises stare you down firmly, pupils mere pinpricks.

“You can take my bed if you stay,” he doubles down, scratching his chin.

Heat travels up your neck, finding a place on your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Something about staying in his room, in his bed, makes your heart take off. Yet he can mention it so casually, like it’s not a big deal.

“Um- right. Sure,” your words come out more mousey than intended, and you can only pray that the dim light that barely illuminates you is hiding the nerves that would otherwise show in the way you avert your gaze and chew on your lip.

To your dismay, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Sukuna blows air out through his nose in a faint laugh as he slides a bit closer to you. The heat of his breath is warm, hotter than anything the car can manage as it tickles your neck. “Cat got your tongue?”

The battle between warm and cold air suddenly seems suffocating. The distant chatter seems to scream, and the motors of passing cars feel as though they could shake the ground you walk on.

“No!” You exclaim, a little bit too quickly as you find yourself wincing. “I’m fine. Just cold,” you lie, shrinking as you hug yourself.

His chest rumbles in laughter as he stands, slapping a hand down on the roof of your car. “I’ll email you my shifts. Go home.” This time when he says it, his tone is mild. “Didn’t waste my last chance?” He asks, turning his attention back to you with a conviction in his eyes that has you smiling sympathetically.

“Not yet.”

“Good. Let me know when you’re home.” With that, he turns on his heel and heads back into the warmth of his apartment building.

Your eyes trail after him as he pushes through both sets of doors, leaving you alone in the quiet of the night. Shutting the window, heat wraps around you, enveloping you once again within its embrace. Yet for some reason as you stare at the spot where you last saw the tattooed man, a shiver wracks your body.

–

Smoothing your pencil skirt, you push through the doors of a warmly-lit restaurant. The little local spot has an air of familiarity to it, decorated mostly with photos of dishes served nightly and the occasional photo of the owner’s family. Tucked away in the corner is a table with a spare seat reserved for you.

With a sigh of relief, you take a seat beside Suguru, your eyes trailing the length of the table to see who was able to make it. You notice two things at a glance. One, you’re severely overdressed, though you knew that would be the case after coming from your internship. Two… Why is Toji sitting across from you? No, the real question is how are Toji and Satoru sitting beside one another?

The question must be written across your face in bold lettering, because Toji nudges Satoru with a chuckle as everyone greets you happily. Satoru’s mischievous grin matches Toji’s smirk as he spots your confusion.

“They have more in common than I think anyone expected,” Suguru comments with an amused smile.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” you grin, taking a moment to attempt to rub the tiredness from your sunken eyes without smudging your makeup. “I’m glad everyone’s getting along.”

Suguru leans forward to get a better look at you, eyes narrowed as he examines your expression. “Can you look at me for a moment?”

Confused, you tilt your head as you turn to face the raven-haired man. Leaning back in his chair, you watch his expression subtly downturn.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“Of course!” You jump to your own defense quickly, straightening in your seat as you brush imaginary crumbs from your lap. “I’m fine, Suguru. I just had early class today, then my internship, and now dinner.”

“I see,” he hums, moving on. “How’s the internship?”

“Ooh, I wanna know too!” Shoko leans forward over the table to better see you. You can practically envision her kicking her feet under the table in search of details (and gossip).

At this point, even Kento’s attention is now drawn to you from the end of the table and you feel yourself shrink as the table begins to turn their collective attention to you. Everyone here may be your friends, but it’s still a lot of pairs of eyes.

“Um-” You chuckle, running a hand through your hair. “It’s going well! Everyone’s been really nice. Well, mostly everyone- but they have me doing coffee runs and shadowing the other editors right now,” you explain.

“Sounds like you’re well on your way to your career,” Suguru smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Suguru, you gotta ask the hard-hitting questions,” Shoko scolds playfully with a light smack to his bicep. His brow raises as she practically tries to lean over him to get to you. “What do you mean ‘almost everyone’?” She asks, her interest piqued.

Chuckling, you shake your head. “It’s really not that exciting,” you insist. “There’s this one Literary Agent, I think he’s the boss’ nephew or something, that’s just a bit much. I can’t really tell if he’s hitting on me or insulting me half of the time.”

Shoko’s nose wrinkles in disgust as Nanami recoils with a roll of his shoulders.

“And our graphic designer is just weird. She cooks bacon in the breakroom on one of those plug-in hot plates.”

“That is odd,” Suguru agrees.

“I think I get six coffees per day for her alone. Oh- and the other day I spent my whole break listening to her talk about this book she read over the weekend. I swear I could tell you the whole plot.”

“Sounds riveting,” Suguru chuckles, a glimmer of light passing through his gaze. “I’m sure the rest of your colleagues are fans as well.”

“Our publicist was telling me they have a drinking game during Christmas parties where they send the graphic designer to talk to the boss and every time he yawns or checks his watch, they drink.”

“Sounds like my kinda people,” Shoko snorts, grinning at you as the table returns to individual conversations.

Throughout the dinner, you’re quick to notice the way Toji seems to meld to the group seamlessly, offering snide remarks that have you wondering at times if you have a second, more gruff Satoru. It’s almost like he’s a strange blend between Satoru and Sukuna in a sense, and you can definitely see how Toji and Sukuna would be friends.

It’s heartwarming to see him blend in so seamlessly, because if Satoru can get along with Toji, he can get along with Sukuna as well, if they can both quit being haters for ten seconds.

Despite how worn out you are from the long day, the dinner with friends was much needed (even at the cost of two drinks for Satoru and one for Suguru), given that you’ve had to skip out on lunches with them every Tuesday and Thursday and even the occasional other weekdays as well in favor of your harsh schedule. Once you’ve paid, you get to your feet and pull your coat over your shoulders, brushing yourself off and grabbing your keys when you’re tugged aside harshly.

Yelping, you blink as you’re standing in front of Kento and Shoko.

“C’mon, we’re going for dessert,” Shoko insisted, tugging you along.

“What? I’m not hungry.”

“Doesn’t matter, dessert goes in your second stomach,” Shoko dismisses you.

“My second what?”

Before you know it, you’re whisked away to a small bakery down the street that you’re beyond certain is Kento’s choice. As much as he gives Satoru a hard time for sweets, the man has a fairly big sweet tooth himself- as long as the sweets include pastries. A good strawberry mille-feuille would have the man starry-eyed with his wallet on the counter.

Shoko, on the other hand, opts for a single macaron, which you second. Who can say no to a macaron shaped as a little kitty after all?

Holding the treat delicately in your hands as you smile at the sweet orange decorated kitty, you cross your legs and take a look around the bakery. Loaves of bread likely line the walls during the day, the displays usually vibrant with the reds and blues of fresh fruit pies. It’s fairly barren now, but the smell of bread and warmth of the oven still carries with it a sense of peace that puts you at ease.

“This is nice,” you comment, taking a bite of the macaron.

Kento nods. “It’s been a while since it’s been just the three of us.”

With a scoff, Shoko points her brown macaron straight at you, a bite taken out of it. “Yeah and whose fault would that be?”

Pouting, you nibble at the shell of your dessert. “There’s just been a lot going on,” you insist, leaning back in your chair. “Sukuna’s been-” you pause, lifting your head at the realization that Shoko doesn’t know about the lawsuit. Your eyes trail to Kento, whose gaze flashes with understanding.

“Sukuna’s been what?” Shoko pushes. “I swear I’ll shove his balls so far up his-”

“WOAH, woah! Okay Shoko,” your eyes widen and you find yourself nearly dropping your treat at the mere mention of whatever the hell she was gonna say. “As i was saying,” you flash her a glance, willing away the heat creeping up the back of your neck. “He’s been taking more shifts than usual, so I’ve just been balancing that with the internship and classes.”

“And sleep, and studying, and projects,” Kento points out, crossing his arms as he finishes his blueberry mochi cake. “When was the last time you read a book, or watched a movie?”

Hesitating, you find your gaze drifting to the wall. “... I watched Ice Age.”

“No, you watched Yuji watch Ice Age,” Shoko accuses, a brow raised. Finishing her macaron, she dusts her hands off on her pants and sighs. “Listen, we know you like him a lot and it’s great that you’re helping him- and thank god Kento knows so I can talk to him-”

“You’re such a gossip,” you mutter under your breath.

She just shoots you a sweet smile, continuing. “But seriously, you need to put yourself first. I’m glad he’s treating you better-” she pauses, staring expectantly at you.

Your gaze flickers between your two friends. “He’s treating me fine, stop worrying.”

“Great. The point is, he needs to go easy on you. I know he’s got a lot of shit going on, but so do you.” Shoko taps her fingers on the table, leaving the ball in your court.

“Sho, I swear I can handle it,” you roll your eyes, “but if it’s too much, I’ll talk to him. Promise.”

“Pinky swear, girl. You’re way too sweet to that man and I know you’d put him before yourself.”

Wrapping your pinky around hers, you roll your eyes, though you’re unable to help your smile.

“You owe me a girls’ night for bailing the other day by the way.”

“I’m sorry, Sho,” you pout.

“I’ll get over it. Ken here got to be my girls’ night buddy. I couldn’t convince him to get a color but he did get his nails done.” Shoko pulls his hand out from where it was crossed over his chest. You can faintly make out the gleam of clear polish on his nicely manicured nails.

“I have no need for colored nails,” he neutrally declares, shooting Shoko a mildly distasteful look as she holds his hand out to you.

Leaning back, you squint at him. “I think blue’s your color.”

Kento frowns. “Did you mishear me or are you choosing to ignore me?”

Shoko hums. “No, I see it. Like a darker blue.”

“Girls. Please,” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose at your antics.

“Don’t act like you’re above this, Kento. I bet you still have a bottle of black nail polish back home somewhere,” you tease.

“That was a long time ago-”

Shoko leans in, resting her cheek against her fist. “Oh yeah, you had an emo phase, didn’t you?”

Laughing as Kento blushes profusely, rose dusting his cheeks, you lean back in your seat, relaxing in the warmth of your friends’ care. Your bed may be calling you, but Kento had a point when he asked when the last time you’d read a book or watched a movie was. But it wasn’t a book or movie that you were really missing, it was a girls’ night (featuring Kento).

You stay at the cafe much longer than intended, finding yourself curled up in thick blankets well into the night, but with a content smile on your face.

–

After the fourth day that you don’t see Sukuna at lunch, Uraume had approached you to bring him some worksheets, not to mention he has a paper due literally tomorrow that he doesn’t know about and you won’t see him until the weekend.

His schedule had been rough on you, but it had been downright cruel to him.

When he did manage to make it to a lunch or class, he would pass out within seconds, softly snoring on whatever surface he found himself on. It seemed he had to be physically moving in order to stay awake, otherwise he was dragged into the clutches of the sandman with no fight left to give.

The worst sign of his fading will was when you had gotten a call from Choso and Yuji’s school that Sukuna hadn’t arrived to pick them up. There was a surprising amount to unpack with that call between the fact that Sukuna had missed their pickup time and the fact that you had now been marked down as their emergency contact.

The latter… That was something you would unpack later.

As for the former, when you arrived at his apartment with both boys and rang the buzzer not once, not twice, but thrice, he was little more than a zombie, barely managing to stay on his feet. You swear you saw his drowsiness pop like a bubble over his head at the sight of you with his brothers, downright shocked.

Swears had poured from his mouth like floodgates had opened and all you could do was watch as he dragged his hands over his face in frustration, thanking you before shutting the door, claiming he would be getting some real sleep, lest this happen again.

Making your way up to his door now, you hope the man who greets you has a little more life in him than that day, but it’s not usually a good sign when you haven’t seen him for a bit.

Squinting as you approach the buzzer, you raise your brow at none other than Toji Zenin, sliding his finger along the metal box hanging on the wall in search of the number to dial for Sukuna. Stopping beside him, you stick your finger out to point at the number, which happens to be unmarked.

Toji flips to face you, face relaxing from his squint.

“Fancy findin’ you here,” he grins, the scar at the corner of his lips stretching.

“Hey, Toji!” You greet, returning his smile. The sight of another of Sukuna’s friends at his door is relieving given just how drawn thin he’s been lately. “Visiting Sukuna?” 

“Mhm. Got somethin’ for him.” He wiggles a small box in his hand as he dials up to Sukuna’s apartment. “Fuckin’ asshole didn’t even tell me he moved, had to steal his address from Uraume,” he grumbles, more to himself than you.

You blink at him. Huh. Well that’s… Considerably less reassuring than Sukuna reaching out to Toji. Especially if Toji isn’t aware that Sukuna’s dad passed away, he’d have no clue about-

There’s a small click and the sounds of shuffling, before Choso answers with a disheartened “hello?”

“Choso?” Toji’s brow furrows in confusion. “That you, kid?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Toji?”

Your brow raises as Choso recognizes Toji’s voice. You’re aware Toji’s known Sukuna for a while, but you honestly weren’t expecting him to know Choso if he didn’t know about Jin’s passing.

“You visitin’ your big bro?” Toji queries.

“... I live here.”

Toji scowls deeply, casting you a confused glance. When you don’t mirror his confusion, he clicks his tongue.

“Hey, Cho! Can you let us in?” You call out, attempting to warm your fingers in your pockets as Toji doesn’t budge.

Shuffling resumes on the other line, followed shortly by the telltale buzz that the door’s unlocked.

“I’m missin’ somethin’ here, ain’t I?” The raven-haired man asks, a gruffness to his tone that’s familiar in the way Sukuna also speaks. They’re so similar in some ways, though Toji is far more outgoing than Sukuna. You suppose it’s probably the fact that he’s the Football team’s resident kicker. Still, they share a resemblance in their attitudes.

With a tight-lipped smile, all you can do is nod in reply.

“Shit,” he mutters, following you into the building as you lead the way up to Sukuna’s apartment.

You knock politely, clutching the folder of papers you have for Sukuna to your chest.

“- and add the potatoes when the water starts boiling. Use your fork to test- what are you doing here?” Sukuna turns his attention to his friends at the door mid-sentence, slipping outside and shutting the door behind him abruptly. You step aside, casting a glance between the two ridiculously tall and muscular men as Sukuna glares at Toji.

Sukuna looks… well, better than you were honestly expecting. He doesn’t look like he’s on the verge of passing out or being sick, a The Misfits black hoodie hanging loosely over his shoulders while a pair of dark gray joggers cling to his hips. His hair isn’t styled, stray strands of pale pink sticking out in different directions while some hang over his forehead.

“Got somethin’ for ya. And since your stubborn ass never shows up to lunch and you won’t answer my damn emails, I know ya need it.” Toji holds a visibly calloused hand out, the unmarked box you’d previously noticed now held expectantly for Sukuna to take.

Sukuna’s sharp glare flickers between Toji and the box. With a huff, he lifts the box from Toji’s hands, opening the tabs and peering inside. An old Samsung with a crack through the side of the screen sits at the bottom of the box. Sukuna’s head whips up to face Toji, his eyes blazing. “I don’t fucking need this.”

“My ass. Your phone’s been broken for months,” Toji scoffs, completely unphased by Sukuna’s irritation. “It’s just my old one anyway, but it’s better than nothin’.

Sukuna straightens and you spot a familiar flicker in those crimson eyes. Offense. “If I needed a fuckin’ phone, I woulda bought one,” he grits, shoving the box against Toji’s chest.

As he straightens, it strikes you just how tall and imposing Sukuna is. You can’t imagine it’s easy to make Toji look small when he’s nothing to scoff at either, but Sukuna manages it without fail.

“Don’t gimme that bullshit. I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Ryo. I know somethin’s up and you need a hand.” Toji rolls his eyes, shockingly relaxed for someone under Sukuna’s fire. You know they’ve been friends for a while, but you can’t say for sure how much time they ever spent together. Yet, Toji stands up to him like he knows nothing will come of his anger, as though it’s a facade.

“I’m managing just fine,” Sukuna hisses.

“Are you?” Toji quips, a brow rising behind the black strands of his bangs. “‘Cause I know Jin wouldn’t dump Choso on your ass outta nowhere, so what the fuck is goin’ on?”

Sukuna’s seething at this point, taking a step towards the football player. That may work on others, but Toji isn’t so easily intimidated.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business,” Sukuna grits.

“Stop bein’ such a fuckin’ prick!” Toji finally snaps, his free hand flying through the air in exasperation. “You used to be my best friend, asshole! You were my fuckin’ family and you fucked off like it was nothin’!”

Sukuna doesn’t respond, brow furrowed and jaw set. His teeth grind from the pressure of his clenched jaw, sending the tension straight to his head as a headache begins to set in.

Left in silence, Toji continues. “Don’t look at me like that. I tried to get you out to the basketball courts with me, to see a movie, anything’. Somehow, you became more of a colossal asshole than I am,” Toji hisses.

As you realize this isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, your eyes flit to the door, wanting to slip inside and escape the uncomfortable situation you’ve found yourself in the middle of. Unfortunately for you, Sukuna’s blocking the door and you don’t exactly feel like interrupting is the best course of action here, leaving you to simply watch.

You’re accustomed to Sukuna being quiet, he’s never been all that chatty, but during arguments is when he tends to run his mouth. Now, standing in front of Toji, the silence of his simmering anger is off-putting. Toji seems to realize this too, shifting on the balls of his feet.

But words evade Sukuna. His mind races with rage-induced insults, anything to drive Toji away, get the man out of his business.

Yet his tongue is tied because Toji is painfully right.

Toji has always had an attitude that rivaled Sukuna’s and never backs down from a fight. His sharp and witty tongue would tell off Sukuna whenever he needed some perspective and the two were fiercely protective of one another. Toji was like a brother to Sukuna back then.

But he was also an asshole. Still is. He was raised by a family notoriously well-known for being as equally wealthy as they are terrible and Toji had always been on the receiving end of it. He’d grown rebellious and indifferent at a young age and acted out at every turn, eventually settling as he got older into brutish and cocky indifference, though most just branded him as an asshole.

Yet Sukuna made him look like a saint as of late.

“Christ, Ryomen. You really got nothin’ to say ‘bout all of this?” Toji runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, the black strands slipping down over his forehead once more. “Maybe I should just ask your fuckin’ brother, I swear sometimes it’s like Jin didn’t even raise yo-”

Sukuna’s anger flares once more, pulled from his thoughts of the past. “He’s fucking dead, Toji.” Venom drips from Sukuna’s words, silencing not only his friend, but the world around you seems to hold its breath too. Nothing about the tense situation is comfortable but you don’t dare move, biting your lip to keep from making any noise.

Toji blinks once, twice, three times. The words take a moment to process as he stands straight, before his brow furrows deeply. His mouth opens and closes a number of times as he searches for something to say, his spare hand scratching at his chest before hanging there for a moment, clutching at his shirt.

“When?” To your shock, Toji’s eyes are glazed with tears, and all you can do is shuffle from foot to foot, feeling nothing but sympathy for the poor man. From what you know of Jin, he was patient and kind and if Toji was Sukuna’s best friend, you can imagine he likely shared that kindness with Toji.

Sukuna’s expression takes a somber turn, the tension in his jaw dissipating somewhat. “Been a bit over three years.”

Toji blinks, a warm trail running down his cheek which he quickly wipes on his sleeve, burying his unprocessed grief beneath a layer of anger as something occurs to him.

“You didn’t think I’d wanna know?” It’s more of a rhetorical question, they both know the underlying issue of their problems all stem from Sukuna’s stubbornness. “You didn’t think to fuckin’ tell me?” This time, there’s more bite to his words. He may be glossy-eyed with sorrow, but he’s equally pissed now.

“It’s not your fucking business!” Sukuna barks, gripping the door frame with a white knuckled hand as he grits his teeth again. You peer past him at the door, searching for an escape, but Sukuna’s still soundly in your way.

“Like hell! He was more of a father to me than my parents ever were and you know that!” Toji takes a step back, turning to pace in a circle as he drags a hand down his face in disbelief. “Y’r such a fuckin’ prick, Ryomen. You always were, but shit.”

Someone clearing their throat down the hall turns your attention towards them. A kind-looking older woman with gray hair and soft eyes is just barely leaning out her door. “Sukuna, dear. Can I ask you to take this elsewhere?”

Turns out she’s your guardian angel.

To your relief, Sukuna simply points at the elevator, making a point of staring down Toji. The football player sighs deeply, rolling his eyes as he leads the way in silence. Sukuna casts you a glance, which then flickers towards the door in a silent question.

You nod, relieved, and slip into his apartment, finding Choso standing in the kitchen alone staring at the floor. He looks startlingly like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

Of course he would have heard everything.

As the door clicks shut behind you and you shuffle to slip your boots and jacket off, his gaze rises to you. A deep crease knits his brow, his eyes searching yours for something he doesn’t seem to find. Kneeling down, you wrap your arms around him in reassurance.

“Hey, sweetie.” You keep your voice soft and kind as Choso’s arms gingerly wrap around you. “Your apron looks great.”

He doesn’t reply, clinging tightly to you.

“Have you checked the potatoes?” A nod. “Are they ready yet?” A shake of his head. Frowning at his silence, you nod. “Do you wanna sit down?” 

Choso nods again, pulling back and plopping down right in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh, I meant-” Choso looks up at you with those sad puppy-dog eyes and you plop down beside him. “Nevermind.” Sitting cross-legged, you glance around, but you don’t hear or see Yuji. “Where’s your brother?”

“At a friend’s.”

That’s a relief. You nod, ruffling Choso’s hair. At least you’ve gotten a couple of words out of the reserved little boy.

“What are you making?” You ask curiously, trying to peer up at the counter. From where you’re sitting, all you can make out is the top of the pot that you assume the potatoes Sukuna was giving instructions about earlier are boiling in.

Choso fiddles with the bottom of his apron. “Pie.”

“Pie? Shepherd’s pie?”

Choso nods.

“That sounds great,” you grin in an effort to lighten the mood, but Choso isn’t receptive to your efforts. You shuffle to sit closer to him, wrapping your arms around your knees. You’re not built for the floor like the kid is. “Do you wanna talk, Cho?” You query, quietly observing the way that his little hands, fiddling with his apron, slow to a halt before dropping into his lap.

“Why’s Kuna mad at Toji?”

You sigh. “It’s complicated.”

“I like Toji. He’s nice. Mostly.”

You blow a breath out through your nose in a semblance of a laugh, a faint smile drawing your lips upwards. “Mostly?”

Choso doesn’t share your amusement outwardly, but he entertains your question. “He was like another older brother,” he shrugs.

“With all the good and bad of a big brother. I get it,” you chuckle, shifting to lean back on your arms as you struggle to find a comfortable way to sit on the kitchen tile. “Did you spend a lot of time with Toji?”

Choso nods. “They ditched me at the theater once.”

Your brow raises. “At the theater?” Your question is laced in disbelief.

Choso nods.

“Why?”

“They wanted to see a scary movie.”

“Wow, they were mean older brothers,” you agree, absolutely planning on giving Sukuna a hard time for that.

“Dad grounded Kuna for a month.”

“He deserved it,” you smile, rubbing the kid’s back gently. Looking for any excuse to get up off the floor, you point up at the pot on the stove where the water continues to boil. “Let’s check the potatoes again.”

Choso nods, getting to his feet and stepping up onto a small stool.

“Careful not to burn yourself,” you urge, standing behind him as he takes a fork and stabs a potato. When it comes up on the fork easily, Choso turns off the stove, shooting a glance at you in a silent question of whether that’s what to do. You nod, helping him dump out the water and potatoes into a strainer and teaching him to mash them.

As he jabs the masher into the bowl of starch, he sticks his tongue out in concentration as you add salt and milk to the mixture for him.

Out of nowhere, Choso slows to a halt, his head whipping to face the window. Tilting your head, you follow his gaze when you realize that the two men who walked outside to continue their argument have raised their voices and they must be right below the window as you can faintly make out their words.

“Why wouldn’t you ask for help?”

“I don’t need help!”

Turning to Choso, you smile. “Keep mashing, okay?”

His eyes trail after you as you grab your boots and slide the balcony door open, stepping out into the cold. Hugging your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm, you peek over the railing at the two men below.

“If you weren’t my friend, I swear I woulda socked ya in the jaw by now, you-”

“Hey!” You call down, catching their attention as they both look up at you. “You’re upsetting Choso.”

Sukuna inhales a long breath, sighing loudly. “Look-” Sukuna begins, his voice strained in an effort to keep it down for Choso’s sake. “I don’t need any help-”

“Don’t need any help or don’t need my help?” Toji interjects, casting a glance at you. Your eyes widen slightly, heat rushing up your neck. Yeah, you could understand Toji being a bit hurt at the idea that Sukuna let you in while he pushed away his best friend.

Sukuna’s fingers curl at his sides into fists. “I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine.” Toji finally gives in, sick of not getting anywhere with the brash and stubborn history major. He shoves the box against Sukuna’s chest, turning on his heel to walk away. “My number’s on the note in the box. Call me if ya decide to stop bein’ a prick.”

Sukuna seethes as he watches Toji get in a beat up old Honda and drive off. If it were any colder, you swear you would be able to see steam coming from his ears. When the car’s out of sight, Sukuna’s sharp gaze rises to you, his expression unreadable besides his obvious anger. “Go inside. You’ll catch somethin’,” Sukuna calls.

“I will. You come inside too, you don’t have a jacket,” you point out.

Sukuna hardly even noticed, in truth, but regardless he makes his way inside just as you do. Shivering as warmth envelops you once more, you run your hands up and down your arms a few times in an attempt to generate heat while you pull your boots off.

Choso’s standing by his potatoes, unevenly chopping carrots and putting them in a smaller pot alongside some corn. He’s shockingly good in the kitchen, making his Christmas gifts and his eagerness to follow you as you cook make more sense.

Returning to Choso’s side, you help him fill the pot with water, setting it on the stove as you wait for the veggies to boil.

“Why are Kuna and Toji mean to each other?”

You ponder his question for a moment, dreading the idea of the former walking through the door anytime now. “They’re not very good at talking about their feelings,” you land on as an explanation.

“Why?”

Frowning, you contemplate his query.

You’re glad Choso’s speaking more, but his questions are giving you a run for your money.

“Not everyone is as good at understanding their feelings as you and I are,” you explain. “Your brother isn’t very good at it.”

“At what?” He gruffs, pushing through the door.

Fuuuuuu-

“Don’t worry about it.”

Luckily for you, Sukuna isn’t in the mood to argue with you. “Need a minute to cool off,” he grumbles, trudging to his room and shutting the door with an unintentional slam.

Sighing, you return to the vegetables as they steadily come to a boil.

Choso stares hard at the boiling pot above his line of sight, his brow knit into a deep scowl.

“What’s up, honey?” You ask with a tilt of your head, leaning down a bit to his height. He shakes his head in an effort to get his long hair out of his face, deep in thought. When it doesn’t work, he pushes it from his face, but it just falls back into his eyes. “Can I help?”

He nods, watching your movements as you quickly jog to the washroom to grab a couple of hair ties that you’d left behind the last time you’d helped him put his hair up. It only takes a moment before you’ve tied two messy buns up at the back of his head.

Now able to see, Choso’s thoughtful expression returns. “What’s up, honey?” You try again.

“Will you talk to Kuna? He listens to you.”

You chuckle quietly. “I don’t know about that.” Still, he does listen to you… a portion of the time, which is more than can be said for most. “What do you want me to talk to him about?”

“Being friends with Toji.”

Your heart twists at the meaning behind Choso’s words. Whether he misses Toji or simply wants Sukuna to be happier, you can’t say for sure, but it’s endearing nonetheless.

Gently rubbing his back, you nod. “Sure. When you can stab the carrots with a fork, turn the stove off, okay? Be super careful.”

Choso nods.

Making your way over to Sukuna’s door, you cautiously knock.

“Come in.”

Twisting the knob, you push inside slowly. His room is a bit messier than the last time you were in here, the memory making your heart race as you recall your heated kiss. Light floods in from the window, better illuminating the art and posters on his walls, as well as what you’re sure is a pile of lightly used hoodies that seems to have taken over his desk chair. His weights are scattered carelessly in front of his dresser, his work polo discarded atop the wooden furniture.

Sukuna eyes you from where he leans against his headboard, his gaze still filled with mild irritation, though he is holding the phone that Toji handed him. You suppose that’s an overall positive.

“Whaddya want?” Sukuna grumbles, though the frustration within his sharp gaze doesn’t carry over to his voice.

“Well,” you begin softly, making your way over to his bed to take a seat beside him. “I originally came to drop off some stuff and let you know you have a paper due tomorrow-”

“Fuck that,” he groans, slumping down as he goes through the new phone setup screen.

“- five thousand words, by the way.”

“On what?” He sighs, the phone illuminating his features as he continues going through setup.

“Charles Dickens.”

“No. You’re fuckin’ with me.”

“I’m unfortunately dead serious.”

Crimson eyes finally part from the phone as Sukuna scowls at you, searching for any sign that you’re lying. When he doesn’t find one, he flips onto his stomach with a muffled groan into the pillow. His bicep brushes your thigh and you swallow hard, reminding yourself he doesn’t feel that way for you and it’s just an accident.

“I fuckin’ told you she’s a conspiracy theorist,” he gruffs from deep within the pillow, barely audible past the material.

You giggle, thankful for the somewhat lighthearted subject. “I still can’t believe you were right.”

“Wish I wasn’t.”

Silence falls over you as Sukuna remains buried in his pillow, finally raising his head with a prolonged sigh. He rests his chin on the pillow, staring tiredly at the gray material of his headboard. The fabric is worn where he usually sits, beginning to tear where his back slumps against it when he uses his laptop.

Not like he has the cash for a new one anyway.

“Is that all ya came in here for?” He asks finally, eyes still trained on the way threads are pulled taut in the fabric, barely held together as they wear thin.

“Uraume had me drop off a couple of things too. But-”

“Why’d you bring Toji?” Sukuna interrupts suddenly, lifting his gaze to scowl at you.

Blinking at his sudden change in demeanor, you shake your head. “He was here when I got here.”

“That prick,” he mutters under his breath, dropping his chin to stare at his headboard.

“You know, Choso sent me in here.”

“Great,” the salmon-haired man mumbles, “what does the brat want? I left the recipe for him.”

“Be nice to your brother. He’s going through a lot,” you scold.

“And I’m not?” He hisses, his head raising to look at you. When you return his scowl, he backs down, chin on his pillow again.

“Cho misses Toji. He wanted me to talk to you about being friends with him again.”

Your words silence Sukuna’s sharp tongue as all he can do is stare down at the black pillowcase beneath him. He shuffles slightly, his arm pressing into you.

He may be stubborn about Toji, but his brothers never fail to crack his tough exterior. As of late though, his demeanor doesn’t simply crack when it comes to his brothers, it crumbles. Sukuna flips onto his side, eyes downcast as he faces you now with one arm under the pillow and the other moving up to rest on your thigh.

Your breath catches in your throat at the feeling of his large hand squeezing the plush of your thigh.

Mirroring Sukuna’s frown, you set your hand over his softly. “What happened between you two anyway?”

Sukuna sighs. “Nothing, really. We just didn’t talk about heavy shit so I never told him what was goin’ on.”

Of course that’s all there is to it. Grimacing, you drum your fingers lightly over the back of his hand as you debate whether you want to say something. His eyes watch the movement intently, drawn to the way your fingers feel so soft on his skin.

“I’m gonna say something-” you pause, watching his eyes flicker up to meet yours, “- and you aren’t allowed to get upset with me.”

Sukuna’s brow twitches, curling into a scowl. “I don’t get mad over every little thing.”

If ever there was a time you gave Sukuna a look, this was it. “So last week, when you chased me down to my car-”

Flipping back to his stomach until his face is shoved back in his pillow, he mutters a “shut up” that barely makes it to your ears, thoroughly muffled. Regardless, you laugh, gently patting the hand that remains on your thigh.

“I know you’re letting me in, and that’s great, but Toji’s just trying to help too,” you point out.

Sukuna doesn’t move, the musculature of his back rising and falling steadily as he stubbornly keeps his face buried in his pillow.

“You never told me he used to be your best friend.”

“You never asked.” Again, you can barely make out his words.

Sighing, you rest a hand on his back. His muscles seize briefly beneath the tips of your fingers, before relaxing as you rub small circles between his shoulder blades. Sukuna lifts his head finally after a moment, turning his face to you as he remains on his stomach. He looks more at ease than he has in a long while, likely because he obviously skipped class to sleep, though you’re sure the gentle massaging of your hand is nice too.

“Why is it so bad to let him in?” You query, the tips of your fingers brushing against his spine. A shiver overtakes him, though he does his best to mask it.

“I took the damn phone,” he grumbles, as though there isn’t a bigger point to this whole situation.

Your lips press into a thin line as you stare at the stubborn man. Your fingers pause as you contemplate your next words. “The Zenins are pretty rich, aren’t they? Why don’t you ask for a hand with the lawyer-”

“I’m not a fucking charity case,” he hisses, every muscle pulled taut as he glares at you, an unspoken warning laced within his tone that you’re pushing his buttons.

You work your fingers across his muscles again, soothing him to release the tension in his shoulders. Slowly but surely, he relaxes in the silence, basking in the warmth of your hand.

“I never said you were. You could pay him back.”

“No.” He gruffs firmly.

It takes everything in you not to raise your head to the heavens and groan. Sukuna can be so ridiculously frustrating sometimes.

Stubborn as a mule, you have no other option but to give in. “Well… Just remember what Choso said.”

“I took the phone, isn’t that good enough for the brat?”

“It’s a hand-me-down phone, not a friendship bracelet,” you point out, unable to stifle the giggle that comes with your words.

Sukuna cracks an eye open, rolling it dramatically before flipping his face to stare at the wall. A comfortable silence hangs over you as Sukuna shuts his eyes after a moment, enjoying the feeling of your fingers smoothing across his muscles. The sun warms your skin through his window, goading a yawn from you as you find yourself leaning against his headboard. Your fingers slide along his shoulder blades as you find yourself shutting your eyes in the serene warmth of the afternoon sun.

Your hand slowly begins to still as fatigue overtakes both of you, and you bask in the cozy environment like a cat finding a patch of light.

It’s not until you hear a clank from the kitchen that you’re snapped out of your drowsiness and realize that Sukuna’s not the only one with a paper due tomorrow.

Glancing at the time, you pat Sukuna’s back gently. His head raises as he blearily looks you over, a questioning look on his face. It’s painfully sweet, the way he seems to be wondering why you stopped like a cat wondering why you’re no longer petting them.

Seems like you were a pair of happy cats for a moment.

“I need to go write that paper, and so should you.”

He hums in acknowledgement.

“I’ll help Choso get the food in the oven, sound good?”

Sukuna hums again, rubbing his eyes.

“Send me your number, by the way. I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

“I have a morning shift after I drop the brats off,” he grumbles. “I’ll try to be there.”

“Just don’t forget about your paper!” You remind him, slipping off the bed towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Bonus points if you talk about Dickens’ death conspiracy theory!” You chant when you reach the doorway, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

He snorts, rolling his eyes as he pushes himself into a sitting position. “Where he died doesn’t fuckin’ change anything.”

With a grin, you just giggle along, heading out the door.

With his hands clutching the edge of the mattress, the burly man stares silently at the gray carpet beneath his feet. He can barely make out the sound of your voice, saccharine sweet and gentle, as you direct Choso while helping him put together the meal.

Lifting a hand, he subconsciously scratches at his spine between his shoulder blades, sending a shiver through his body.

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[yandere-daydreams]

an extended version of this post. hold your plushies tight tonight, folks.

The Yan!JJK Men With a Stuffed Animal Loving Darling.

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, and Toji.

TW: Kidnapping, Stalking Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Non/Con, Non-Wholesome Activities Involving Stuffed Animals, and Generalized Freak Shit Activity.

Gojo likes to touch.

He just can't help it. He's never been able to keep his hands off of you, and that means he also can't keep his hands off of your used chapstick and dirty laundry and those cutesy, beady-eyed plushies you keep piled up in every corner of your bedroom - the ones he knows you cuddle to sleep every night, even if you deny when he asks. He likes to keep track of which is your current favorite, which one you're most likely to gravitate towards when you want something soft to hold - mostly just to keep track of your preferences, but also to know which member of your oh-so-precious, oh-so-cherished collection to target when he feels like there's been a little too much distance between the two of you, lately.

You might complain that he's too clingy, that he's too affectionate, that you don't want people to start to think you're anything more than friends, but your stuffed animals don't whine when he tears hole in the bottom of your current favorite and pumps all of his unappreciated affection into its poor, velvet-soft insides. That way, even when you're too cold-hearted to let Gojo cuddle you to sleep, you'll still have a little piece of him in your arms <3

Geto likes to keep his distance.

He's possessive by nature, but you already know that, wouldn't have ended up locked away in some secluded portion of his temple if he wasn't. He tries to be kind, to be considerate, to not let how tightly you cling to that threadbare childhood toy bother him, but it's difficult for him - it'd be difficult for anyone to see the person they love most show more affection to a filthy rag than they do to their doting captor lover, when you embrace that thing so tenderly while flinching away every time he attempts to touch you.

So, he does what he's sure you'd prefer, and he keeps his distance. Specifically, he resigns himself to an arm chair no less than ten whole feet from your shared bed as he tells you exactly how he wants you to hump your beloved childhood stuffed animal, what part of it he wants you to grind against until you soil on the very item you seem so intent on preserving over and over and over again, until he's had his fill. It's not that he doesn't want to touch you - no, he'd do anything to be able to kiss the tears off of your cheek as you hiccup out another fractured sob, to shove his cock down your throat as you mutter little, trembling apologies to an inanimate object - but apparently, he's not the one you want to be spending time with. He can only hope you'll have changed your mind, by the time he's ruined your little companion entirely.

Nanami likes to watch.

To be completely honest, he could care less about your preference towards stuffed animals. It's not that he doesn't find it endearing, but there are plenty of adults who like to collect cute things. You're nothing out of the ordinary - at least, not when it comes to what you do in your free time.

But, he does find it convenient - just how willing you are to accept anything cute and plush and pastel into your home without a second thought. It's difficult to find something that suits your tastes while still being large enough to store and hide a camera, but difficult doesn't mean impossible, and it only takes a few days' worth of effort before his velvet-soft, pastel pink teddy bear is posed happily on your bedside table and he's got a 24/7 view into the moments too private for you to knowingly share with him. He knows it's only a temporary solution, that either his camera will malfunction or you'll notice the strange bulkiness of your newest stuffed animal or he'll get tired of watching from a distance, but that's alright. Cameras can be replaced, paranoia can be soothed, and eventually, he won't have to resign himself to only watching, anymore.

Sukuna likes to dismember.

Piece by piece, limb by limb, thread by thread, preferably while you sob and claw at his wrists and beg him to stop. While other partners might be amused by such a childish pastime, you shouldn't need pastimes at all when you're with Sukuna - not when your attention is better off entirely devoted to him. He might soften later on, suggest you take an interest in something more appropriate for the lover of a king, but that'll only come after he's dismantled everything that's ever stolen your gaze away from him with a gleeful sort of malice. If you're tempted to point out his hypocrisy, mention that he's spent every second of every minute of his life indulging himself in every petty impulse that's ever passed across his mind, don't. Challenging his inclination towards destruction, however justified your complaints might be, will only make him more tempted to show you just how much of your life he can tear to pieces.

Toji likes to tease.

Despite everything, he might be the most likely to indulge your little fixation. He's too cocky to ever be jealous of material and stuffing, and he thinks it's cute - how tightly you cling to something that could never actually protect you from him, how reflexively you hide your face in the nearest swatch of faux fur whenever he gets a little too rough. When he inevitably decides you're too delicate to be left on your own, he might even get you a couple new stuffed animals as a 'welcome home' gift. He's just a considerate guy, like that.

And when he's got you face down, ass up, clinging to the plushie he all-but forced into your arms as soon as he decided he was going to fuck you brainless, he'll only degrade you a little for being such an empty-headed slut, so pretty and so stupid that no one ever had the heart to tell you that you're too old to be playing with toys. He'll coo and pout as you moan and sob into silky fur, asking why you suddenly 'don't like daddy's present' when you try to put any amount of distance between you and him (and, by association, the toy he's got you trapped against), and when you finally lose consciousness still holding onto your stuffed animal, he'll make sure to snap a few pictures; just a little something to show you when you wake up and want nothing to do with your new favorite plushie. You're lucky he's as nice as he is, as generous as he is. Anyone else would lose patience, but Toji's just gotta spoil his baby <3 <3 <3

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I can't recall if you take requests but.. The boys with a vampire lover? If you haven't already.. Been thinking about this for awhile, I just had to ask. And if you don't, Then I apologize for asking.

Vampire Lover!

Tags: mostly fluff, monsterxhuman, mention of blood (you’re a vampire duhhhh)

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, Choso, Nanami

An: Hi! My requests are open :) No need to apologize! Thank you for the idea <3 I hope this is what you meant btw this is the best I could come up with.. 😭

SATORU

Satoru would definitely be the type to beg you to bite him. You would always deny him and tell him that it’d be wrong for you to feed on him since he’s your boyfriend, but he gets all giddy at the idea of you biting him and drinking from him.

He always makes excuses for why you can’t attend events or different clan meetings if they’re during the day. You’re constantly known for having some sort of sickness that Satoru randomly came up with.

He’s very inquisitive: constantly asking you if people smell different based off their blood types, which blood type is the sweetest etc.

He also has the money to fund all consensual giving of blood to feed you for years on out. You never have to worry about going hungry or having to hunt for food. Another reason why you refuse to drink from him.

Satoru would at first be happy with his humanity. He doesn’t want immortality or to never age. He doesn’t want any more power than he already had. Though, when you randomly bring up to him that you’ll outlive him, he’s suddenly questioning whether being a human is for him or not.

The thought of you going on to live without him for as many years as this earth stands drives him wild. He starts doing a lot of research, and he begins to ask you if you’ve thought about turning him. He’s definitely willing to give up his humanity if it means being by your side.

SUGURU

Suguru insists you drink from him to prevent harm from anyone else. At least, that’s what he tells you. In reality, he loves how much you rely on him. He adores each time you crawl up into his lap and gingerly kiss on his neck, obviously hoping to feed on him.

He’ll always tell you, “Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” as he brushes his hair back from his neck. His hands would gently caress your back and bottom as you drank from his neck.

He’d never stop you either, even if you took a bit too much from him because that’s when you’re extra doting on him. You’re super apologetic and tend to him like he’s some frail being. It’s the only time in his life that he’s looked at as weak, and he doesn’t mind it, especially not when your apologizing with kisses and bringing him anything he could possibly ask for.

Suguru lies to his found-family that you have a rare skin condition, and you can’t be in the sun at all. He makes sure everyone accepts you into their little group, and he even introduces you to his followers. You expressed fear about being around that many humans, but he loves to watch as you nervously make your way across the room, introducing yourself to everyone. He knows you’ll be itching to feed as soon as everyone’s gone.

Suguru wants to be by your side for forever, but he knows that if you turn him, then you can’t feed on him anymore. He’s stuck in a dilemma of choosing which is more important to him. His humanity isn’t even part of the equation as he gave that up a long time ago.

SUKUNA

Sukuna would be the type to laugh at you for needing blood as substance to keep you alive. He would mock and bully you saying things like, “Look at the worthless creature who’s really no better than a mere mortal.”

He’d tempt you by various means, sometimes even “accidentally” slicing his finger open so you could smell the blood that still somehow pulsed through his veins. Once you finally pled enough for his liking, he’d finally allow you to have a taste.

For the King of Curses, he has some of the sweetest tasting blood that you’ve ever had the pleasure of indulging. Though, he won’t let you drink from him often, instead he gifts you human sacrifices. He thinks of it as a courting present.

When he’s not being a little asshole towards you, he does enjoy lying in bed with you while you theorize about what the future holds for you two. He’d gently pet your hair and tell you not to worry your head about such foolish things.

Everyone in his inner circle already knows about what you are. If they’re fine with being associated with the literal incarnation of evil, then they should be completely okay with a vampire at his side.

He doesn’t have to give up his humanity to be with you for all eternity because he doesn’t have any humanity to begin with. You’re not even sure what would happen if you tried to turn him, but you’re not too keen on finding out.

CHOSO

Choso would be like Satoru in the sense that he’s constantly making sure that you’re fed. Given his blood manipulation cursed technique, he can feed you quite easily through various different means. Though he rather prefers when you bite him.

He relates to you on a deeper level, understanding what it’s like to be not quite human. He sympathizes with your struggles and tries to reassure that some humans will accept you for who you are.

Knowing that you can’t go out in the sunlight, Choso finds so many date ideas and things to do at night. You never feel like you’re missing out on anything because this man will make it happen, no matter what it is.

Only Choso and Yuji know you’re a vampire. He knows he said that humans will accept you, but he also knows some will try to hunt you down, and he’s not willing to take the risk.

Choso doesn’t have to give up his humanity to live forever with you, but he does wonder what would happen to him if he was half-curse and half-vampire. He’d become fixed on the idea, but you’d have to politely remind him that if he turned, his cursed technique would basically become useless.

NANAMI

Nanami would be such a cautious lover to a vampire, not because he’s scared of you. He loves you. He’s just worried about everyone else being around you.

He’d let you feed on him, but he brings around small blood bags for you to enjoy at all times! He even gets jazzy with it and makes you fun little drinks with the blood (while trying not to throw up because it probably repulses him). Nevertheless, the drinks always turn out good.

He holds an umbrella for you constantly if you insist on going out during the day time. If anyone asks why you need an umbrella, he snaps at them to mind their own business.

Nanami would tell no one that you’re a vampire. He doesn’t want anyone potentially leaking that information and bringing you into harm’s way. He prefers that he’s the only one who knows.

Unfortunately, I don’t see Nanami giving up his humanity to be with you forever, and you agree with him. He grows old beside you while you remain the same, and you give him the most fulfilling life possible.

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvssukuna :: personaltrainer!sukuna x thick!reader (18+) ☆

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ ever since you were young, you've struggled with your weight - it becoming one of your biggest insecurities. now as an adult, you actually have the financial freedom to invest into yourself leading you to start going your local gym. you end up running into someone who was willing to help you... the only problem was that he didn't seem as invested in your weight loss as you were. cw ✧✩₊˚. modern/no curses au, body image insecurity, fatshaming🙄, sukuna knows how to use a phone, slow burn-ish (they don't smash in this part), mastúrbation (f), séxting // 3.5k wc // part 2

“Are you sure you should eat that?” “You would be so much prettier if you just dropped a few pounds.” “You’ll never date anyone looking like that!”

Ever since you were young, all the people in your life ever seemed to be concerned with was your weight - whether that be murmured judgements amongst themselves or just directly to your face. At first it used to upset you, the ostracisation making you feel like there was permanently a spotlight on you no matter where you went; strangers silently judging you, making assumptions or just flat out insulting you.

If you wanted to go out to a restaurant, it felt like you were be shamed out of eating anything that could be deemed as “unhealthy”. Shopping for clothes was a difficulty - irregular clothing sizes meaning that the majority of your teenage shopping trips ended with you tearing up in the changing room as you fought with many a pair of stupid jeans that fit your calves perfectly well, but as you tugged them up to your plush thighs they got painfully stuck; your mom having to intervene and haul the wretched things back down.

As you grew out of adolescence and into adulthood, you quickly learnt how to mask the insecurity and self-doubt you had accumulated, leaning fully into the “funny, fat friend” role. You kept a fake smile plastered on your face as friends and family lamented on about the woe’s of constantly being approached by men and how lucky you were that you didn’t have to worry about that.

You weren’t nearly as perturbed with your appearance as others seemed to be, puberty being instrumental in recomposing your juvenile body to its current physique - majority of your fat moving to fill out your hips and bust. You definitely still had a tummy and back rolls but the thickness of your thighs and generous glutes were something that you felt your friends were at least a little envious of, often catching them gawking at the way your hips swayed as you walked or how your breasts jiggled as you moved your hands around.

Regardless of your growing acceptance of your larger body size, there were still times when you felt like that young girl who was relentlessly bullied and mocked due to something as superficial as how she looked. You wanted to move on from ever feeling like that again, which is what lead you to start going to the gym.

If you could mould yourself, to how other’s wanted you to look and be seen as not even beautiful but just normal - maybe you wouldn’t have this heaviness in your heart, maybe you would finally feel fully accepted by the people in your life and maybe you’d not constantly feel on edge when in public or open spaces.

Your first few trips to the gym were pretty mundane. You made sure to properly stretch before attempting weighted exercise - deep squats and hip flexors being your favourite warm-up, the slight tension and warm rush of blood flow putting you in the perfect mind frame for a challenging but rewarding workout.

The routine and order that the gym was able to give you didn’t just help you to achieve your goal of weight-loss but also caused a drastic improvement to your mental health; your brain being able to just.. switch off as you pounded your feet into the conveyer belt of the treadmill.

However, your gym session a couple weeks ago was is were things started to change.

You sauntered in, light pink hydroflask complementing your pastel two-piece - a sports bra with interweaving straps around your back for increased support and cycling shorts that nicely hugged your ample hips and gave your rear a helpful lift.

Making your way to the padded area used for low impact exercise, you got to work. Starting out with a deep stretch in your hamstrings and then working back up to your upper hips. As you leant back up from a standing toe touch, you felt an intimidating presence looming over you. You stumbled back slightly, eyes flitting upwards to take in this unwelcome interruption.

The first thing you noted was that he was muscular - corded muscles rippling as he squatted down to meet your gaze. He had thick, black markings all over his body from what you could tell, two lines on both his upper thighs and forearms being the only visible ones currently, peaking out from his snug fitting compression shirt and loose training shorts.

He even had it on his face, symmetrical lines running from the top of his jaw down to his chin meeting in a small triangle alongside a pointed line across his nose. His hair was almost the same colour as your bottle - a soft pink that seemed almost contradictory to his hard exterior.

“Your form.” He grumbled. You blinked back, not really grasping what he was trying to say.

“For God’s sake, your form woman! Are you trying to get injured or something?” His dark eyes observed you with something that was… unfamiliar. You were used to people looking at you with disgust or even pity but he looked at you with a genuine curiosity.

“You keep rounding your back. That will cause you more harm than good in the long term” he continued on, not seeming to take your lack of response as a deterrent.

“Stand up.”

It was unclear to you why you were mindlessly following this random man’s instructions but nevertheless you humoured him - following his sharp commands as he directed you into a form that was better suited to your body type, taking into account your larger proportions which allowed for a much deeper and satisfying stretch. You went to crane your head up as you heard the man’s voice behind you.

“Aht- I never said you could move” he chided, reaching out a large, calloused palm to press you back down into the corrected pose. “I was enjoying the view.”

It took you a moment to understand the implication of what he meant, cheeks burning as you stood up properly. “I don’t think I got your name..?”

He smirked, passing you a card with his name and number on “…'name’s Sukuna, I work as a personal trainer at this gym sometimes.”

He paused, shamelessly looking you up and down - pretty much just eye-fucking you in the middle of the gym. “if you ever need someone to help you work out, ‘m here.” He sauntered off, not even bothering to wait for your response.

The rest of your workout was spent mulling over the intriguing man you had just met. Whilst his methods were… unconventional and he could be a little assertive, he clearly knew a lot more about the gym than you and could be quite useful?

When you got back to your place, the first thing you did was take a good look at the card he had given you, saving the number on the back and sending him a quick message.

…

you: heyyy, it’s the girl you helped at the gym today! tysm for ur advice, it was really useful. :) would you be free anytime this week to help me with some leg workouts?

sukuna: i remember you

sukuna: do you want to look like this?

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Unsure of what he was really talking about, you immediately clicked the image expecting it to be a photo of a previous client who was in a similar position or honestly anything but a selfie of his glistening torso.

Black markings continuing down from his shoulders meeting into the middle of his pectorals, two symmetrical pointed lines running deep along his tensed abs, an arm slightly raised to show the circle on the top of his deltoid. He was in a dark room but the flash from the camera gave you a good view of his lap - legs spread wide, the grey sweatpants he was wearing allowing you to see everything.

…

sukuna: so?

…

You were…stunned to say the least. I mean you did get the vibe that he was checking you out but you weren’t used to men being so forward with you. You genuinely wanted him to help you work out though so you responded back earnestly stating that whilst you did appreciate his physique, you weren’t trying to completely change the way you looked - you had actually grown from your original aim of going to the gym just for weight loss and wanted to instead focus on improving your stamina and muscle gain, any pounds shed from that alone would be satisfactory for you.

…

sukuna: i understand

sukuna: lets meet tuesday

sukuna: i have the perfect workout for you

…

The wait for Tuesday to come felt absolutely agonising. The day before you had actually gone through your closet looking for your cutest gym set to wear, spending hours agonising over whether you should go for a unitard that clung tightly to your curves or one of your more… skimpier sets that allowed for a little recoil when you moved.

Whilst you knew this definitely wasn’t a date and had already come to the conclusion that Sukuna was certainly the type of trainer to flirt with all his clients - this gym session definitely felt charged in some kinda way.

You walked into the gym that Tuesday quite apprehensive; bringing your light blue hydroflask this time to better match with the set you decided on, a cropped slim fit shirt and looser pair of shorts (to allow for greater range of motion but it does help they also show the underside of your ass).

As soon as you stepped into the gym, you spotted the pink-haired man standing in the padded area you normally start in, his eyes dragging up your frame; a slow grin spreading across his lips as he beckoned you over with two of his fingers.

The walk to him felt like an eternity, dark eyes tinged with a streak of red as he unreservedly studied you - eyes flitting down to the high cut of your shorts, ass jiggling with every step you took.

You felt blood rush to your face, Sukuna’s ogling making you feel so shy. You finally reached him, his hooded gaze rendering you speechless for a good minute or so as the two of you just looked at each other silently.

“Hello to you too” He sniggered, turning to the side to reveal the assortment of weights he had selected for today’s workout. “This is going to be the hardest workout of your life.”

“Sounds good!” you innocently beamed, always being up for a good challenge and it seemed like Sukuna was willing to give you one.

“Woman, I don’t think you understand,” He wiped a hand over his jaw, seeming to be finding your misguided enthusiasm hilarious, “…’nless, you are some kind of masochist - there is no chance you’ll enjoy this”

You looked up at him after he said this, smile faltering slightly at the sight of the very poorly hidden smirk on his face. He was really going to try push you to your limit but… he didn’t know how stubborn you could be.

The two of you went through the warm-up smoothly enough, Sukuna’s critical eye spotting the myriad of mistakes you were making; hands sliding against the soft, contours of your body to position you in the correct positions.

It was hard to remind yourself where you were when his broad palms reached around the expanse of your thighs, lingering in the inner crevices as he squeezed lightly to encourage you to push back against him to deepen your stretch. You really couldn’t tell whether Sukuna was affected in the same way you seemed to be, his previously heated gaze being replaced with a much calmer and cooler one - his focus seeming to be on making this workout the “hardest one of your life”.

You then moved onto weights, the main target of the day being glutes as requested by you. Sukuna had queried about what muscle groups you targeted least and from there promised to make you a future guide to help you work them out more; but explained that today he would start with something familiar, “I don’t want to scare you off.”

To help improve your weight lifting form, he would model how he wanted you to position yourself and then get you to copy him. This would have been extremely helpful if you were actually paying attention to what he was doing, your mind being more focused on the way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved into the poses; you could literally see the tendons wrapping and twisting as he dropped into a squat, thighs flattening out as adductors tensed up creating a deep crevice in the middle.

“Woman.” he growled, dragging you out of your daydream. “I know you didn’t just call me here to lust over my body.” He made eye contact with you through the mirror in front, “You could’ve just come to mine if that was the case”.

Sukuna really knew how to make you flustered, whether that be on purpose or that just being his personality. You couldn’t really decipher whether he actually meant what he said or if his matter-of-fact tone just made everything flirtatious. It didn’t help that he really didn’t mind getting up close and personal with his training, hands securely gripping your sides as you held two dumbbells above your head, gently easing into a weighted squat. He made you do this 20 times - your body trembly and achy by the 15th rep.

“Sukuna….I don’t think I can do anymore” you wheezed, beads of sweat running down from your hairline.

“Don’t be a baby” he muttered into your ear, causing you to suddenly become hyperaware of his proximity to you; his body essentially caging you in as he helped to pull you down. You shivered slightly, willing your body to focus on the really heavy fucking weights above your head and not the man hovering behind you. You flicked your eyes back up to the mirror to centre yourself only to find Sukuna’s eyes glued to your rear - the squat position you were currently in making it look even bigger than normal, your spread legs isolating each cheek with the sliver of undercheek peeking out tensing up into your thigh due to your poor balance.

It was kinda comical to see how transfixed he was - eyes completely blacked out with his grip becoming slightly tighter as you dipped lower and lower. As you came back up you tipped yourself forward purposefully to seem as if you were going to fall over. Snapping out of his daze, Sukuna fully pulled you back into his chest; lower back brushing up against his semi-hard length as your weights clattered against the floor. You turned your head upwards to try and catch his eye only to find him already staring back down at you, face stern, “S-Stop messing around, woman.” He barked out, swiftly moving to create some distance between the two of you.

The rest of the workout continued without much interference from yourself or Sukuna; the second half primarily consisting of cardio which meant that little guidance was actually needed. Whilst you were grateful for his assistance, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted something more - missing the physical contact that was so prevalent at the beginning of your workout.

“All done!” you smiled as the machine slowed to a stop, your gruelling 30 minutes on the stair-master finally being over. You staggered over to the pink-haired man who was lazily lounging on the couch at reception, proud that you had struggled your way through his workout and lived to tell the tale.

“Why are you so…happy?” He looked mildly conflicted, impressed that you had managed to make it through his workout but disappointed that he hadn’t managed to break you.

“’Cause I completed your workout, silly” He found the cheesy grin on your face infuriatingly cute, the way your your eyes crinkled up and dimples poked out actually making his heart beat slightly faster.

“I’m not silly, brat.” He spat out, hand moving down to ruffle your hair, much to your annoyance.

“Since you found this workout so easy, let’s see how you find the one at my house.”

Oh.

The look on Sukuna’s face was akin to the likes of a predator that had just caught its prey; a wide, malfeasant grin plastered on his face as his eyes went to a darkened black.

He was talking about… oh.

You could literally feel yourself dripping as you glanced up at Sukuna, mouth dry as he strolled out of the gym silently - looking back with a gleam in his eyes as the doors to the gym slid shut.

The drive home was quiet, mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. Yes, Sukuna had been very flirty during your interactions but you never thought it was going to escalate to this point where he essentially invited you round… to fuck.

You got home, showered, changed, ate and tucked yourself in for bed in a daze, thoughts still scrambled as you tossed and turned desperately trying to turn off your racing thoughts.

DING

Your hand reached out to grasp your phone. You knew that it could only be one person texting you at this hour.

…

sukuna: mine friday @ 8?

sukuna: unless you don't want to see more of this

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Oh, he definitely did not waste any time. Your finger raced to click open the attachment, the picture this time being a selfie from a lower angle showcasing a little more of the pink-haired man’s lower body; boxers pulled down to show you his harsh v-line and happy trail that confirmed that the curtains do match the drapes. You could see the the small veins wrapping around his flexed forearm as he twisted his arm to the side to show the sheer amount of muscle he had managed to build in just that one area, bicep almost tripling in size.

As much as you wanted to pretend his excessive showmanship didn’t impress you, your body was telling a different story; thighs slowly rubbing together as you felt heat rush down between your legs.

…

sukuna: i know what you are doing

sukuna: show me.

…

Sheets pushed to the side, you pulled down your shorts with an inhumane level of strength. Something about how self-assured and confident he was just made you horny. The way he just told you what to do and you actually did it was something you didn’t realise you’d liked so much until now, your body trembling with need.

You started filming, a hand spreading apart your folds as the one holding the phone drew closer to showcase how drenched you already were. Your swollen clit was red and angry, begging for attention as your fingertips slowly skimmed along the edges of your cunt. As much as you wanted to wanted to give Sukuna a real show, you also really wanted to come. Eventually, you brought two fingers to your sensitive clit and smeared all of the slick you had gathered before, just the mere pressure making you groan lowly in pleasure. You leisurely started to build up speed, fingers readjusting to allow you to prod into your tight hole, fingers pressing up against your walls in a way that only allowed you to squeeze down onto them.

Your room was filled with the sounds of your quiet whimpers and moans as the pressure in the lower half of your body started to build up more and more to the point where you were about to climax. Your breathing became shallower and was replaced by heavy pants as you tried to evade the inevitable for a little longer, not wanting to stroke Sukuna’s ego any further by coming almost immediately at the sight of him.

Right when you couldn’t hold back any longer you decided to cut the video - he could see you come when the two of you meet on Friday. Until then, he’d have to be satisfied with your video.

You sent the video and threw your phone on the bed, left hand joining your right in plunging into your cunt; your body arching away from the bed as you reached your peak and came hard, gushing out all over your sheets.

Your head felt fuzzy as you lay there for a moment, the only sound in the room being your phone rapidly buzzing.

…

sukuna: fuck

sukuna: you look so good

sukuna: cant believe you cut it there

sukuna: what a little tease

sukuna: you'll see what i do to women who tease me.

…

Friday could not come sooner.

part 2

a/n ✧✩₊˚. ive been binge watching industry and wow being a banker actually seems interesting wtf.. i had to cancel my gym membership cause im moving for uni and i miss it so much i cant wait to start going again 😜

[satorugetoe]

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS

AND THEIR TYPE

characters used in the pictures are based on looks alone ( not age or personality! ) this is just my personal opinion <3

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SATORU GOJO

He wants someone who can match his energy ,someone who is equally chaotic and energic. Also prefers someone who can handle and return his teasing without getting easily offended. He has a thing for long hair ,because he enjoys running his fingers through it. Expressive eyes definitely intrigued him. He wants to be seen as Satoru not „the strongest“.

SUGURU GETO

He wants his partner to be intelligent and thoughtful ,because he likes meaningful and deep conversations. Likes kind and understanding people and prefers those who share his ideas. He also values people with convictions. Look-wise he has a thing for soft but mature features and calm looking eyes.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Definitely wants someone who makes him feel at peace ,someone he can calm down with. He appreciates people who accept him as he is ,so a judgmental partner would be a no go for him. He likes soft and nurturing people ,someone who is a contrast to his rough and brutal nature. Values natural and effortless attractiveness and has a thing for short hair.

CHOSO KAMO

His main priority are his brothers ( and you ofc ) ,so he can’t help but fall in love with someone family oriented and kind hearted. He would prioritize someone who values deep emotional bonds. Choso is socially awkward and intense ,so he’d need a person who understands him and can be very patient with him. Appearance-wise he would be drawn to someone with a soft and warm presence ,especially dreamy eyes.

KENTO NANAMI

His type are definitely mature and independent people. He values maturity and stability in a person. He’d appreciate someone who brings quiet warmth and kindness into his life. Looks-wise he doesn’t really have a type ,but he prefers well put together people in general and an elegant yet clasic style.

YUJI ITADORI

He himself is a empathic person ,so he wants someone who is equally kind ,caring and supportive. Also he’s attracted to sweet looking people ,the kind of cute and approachable beauty. He likes the girls next door type of girls and finds it quite endearing if someone has a crush on him ,so he would be into a bit shy and flustered people around him. Definitely has a type for tall woman ( as we already know ).

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Strong willed and independent people ,he respects people who can stand on their own. He is distant and builds up emotional walls ,so he prefers someone who understands and respects his emotional walls and is patient with him and his feelings. Definitely falls for kind looking eyes and a balanced natural beauty ,otherwise he doesn’t really care about looks.

MAHITO

Mahito is someone who’s focused on chaos and destruction and sees humans rather as playthings than equals ,so the only way he would fall for someone is if they are as crazy as him. But still ,he has a thing for quite naive people who he can easily manipulate and who amuse him. For appereane he for sure goes for creepy-pretty people ,the uncanny type of beauty with a doll like yet mischievous and mysterious aura. He also has a thing for unusual long hair.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

If he ever respected someone ,it would be for their power ,so he would be quite interested in fearless and strong people. Besides that he would be intrigued by confident people ,who can challenge him. But besides that he doesn’t want overconfident people ,he wants someone who knows when to stop before overstepping his boundaries. For looks he likes people with a striking ,intense look ,especially with sharp feature. Tattoos and unique marketings are also things he finds attractive.

requests are open!! <33

[solaiced]

CASE 2: HIS HIGHNESS, SUKUNA RYOMEN, DEMANDS AN HEIR!

!content!: breeding, canon typical violence, sukuna being kinda soft, mentions of pregnancy, canon divergence, implied multiple rounds, sukuna and strong language.

wc: 1,7k

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Being close to Sukuna wasn't easy. Being his wife, however, was hell. It's not violent, as everyone thinks. Well, not in that sense. He is demanding. And sometimes, it's hard to come through to his orders. For example, a servant was ordered to bring home mangoes at the end of the year, which was difficult, as it was not the season. Sukuna executed him in front of the whole court, including you and his concubines.

Said concubines' numbers having depleted after that event. They couldn't handle that kind of violence. Having gone from six to three then finally two. You? You stayed. You were quite literally obligated to, but you didn't really want to leave anyways. You were used to the violence, the blood and overall the gore that surrounded Sukuna. As a loyal combatant, you were not better than him, both of your kill counts being very close in numbers.

Anyways, that wasn't the point. First thing's first, kings had heirs. And an idiot from the near village had suggested to bring his daughter as his 'heir-bearer' as she had 'potential' and was a strong woman.

Now, no doubt she had potential, but there was no way he would accept to impregnate some woman. You, however, he would. So, when he randomly picked you up from a conversation, throwing you over his broad shoulder, leaving both ends of your body hanging, you didn't think it would be for this.

Thus, when he throws you on the bed, stares you down as he rips open your junihitoe, which took months to make, by the way, and flips you over.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?!" You back up, crawling to the bed board before he drags you back by the ankle.

"Impregnating you. Breeding you. Fucking you. Making love to you. I don't care what the word is, I'm going to put my dick inside of you and make an heir for my kingdom." he says it so casually, you thought you misheard and he was actually talking about something inconspicuous.

"No, no, you didn't talk to me about this, why so suddenly? I thought you had, like, another thousand years in you!" You grab the sheets, trying to wrangle your foot out of his hold. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for your kingdom, he was way too strong for you. His lower left hand comes to grab your other ankle and drags you back, ass resting near his half-hard crotch.

"Don't care. You wanna fuck?" He uses his upper left hand to grab your chin and nod for you, "Good, take off your kosode." He releases your chin and helps you out of the tattered pieces of junihitoe, not paying attention to your protests. "Wait!" You yell, digging your manicured nails into his hand. Sukuna looks up, annoyed, but still willing to listen. "Do you know how horrible pregnancy is? I need at least a month to prep-" He cuts you off with a weary sigh, almost groaning. "I'll get you accommodations, don't worry about that. You'll get the best doctors in the nation, I will make sure of that. You won't get any complications, I got doctors to analyse your physical things, whatever they are. It'll be completely safe." He sounds uncharacteristically... soft. You think he probably got drugged, yeah! He got drugged, now he wants a kid, because you know sober Sukuna would never want a brat running around the castle. Right?

"You're drunk, aren't you?" You turn around, sitting on your heels to reach a hand on his cheek. He leans into it lightly before grabbing your hand and pushing you onto the bed, lifting you legs so that they rest on his shoulders while he takes off your kosode. "No, I want an heir. Right here." His clawed (You've always tried to cut them) hand rests on where your womb would be, caressing it. "Sukuna..." You swallow nervously, worried for your cervix, mostly. Sukuna was unnaturally big, always knocking his tip against your womb, but he never forgot to pull out, afraid of having to take care of the consequences. "I'm serious, I want a kid. I can even alleviate the pain, if it hurts that much." He rolls his eyes, your undergarments finally coming off and revealing your most vulnerable form.

"Really? Then... at least be gentle, okay? Nice and slow, like making love." You smile, gaining new-found confidence as you place your hand on his forearm. Said forearm being the size of your thigh and more, maybe, you haven't had the chance to mesure it.

He barks out a laugh and shoves off his hakama, taking out his double cocks (which you could never take at once) and spitting on the upper one to jerk it. "You better get to work, if you don't want to hurt too much." He warns, getting his dick harder.

Instead of arguing back, you heed his words because you know he is serious, right now. Sliding your fingers inside of your own warmth, wincing when Sukuna's nails jabs into the flesh of your thighs as his pupils dilate at the sight of your cunt.

He instantly gets harder, almost painful as it leaks more pre than before. His lower cock, always the one neglected, rests against your ass cheeks, throbbing achingly.

You slide a third finger in, thumb rubbing your clit to help yourself out. Sukuna growls, retracts his claws and takes out your fingers and stabs a finger inside of you, making you cry out and arch your back at an almost unnatural angle.

"So weak. I can't believe you used to fight alongside of me." He snickers mockingly, teeth glinting in the dim light of the bedroom's candles. You open your eyes, narrowing them slightly before grunting out a low, "I can still fight, but if you hinder me with the smallest issue, I might have some trouble."

His laugh is cruel as he adds in a second one, those fingers totaling fours of yours, which was already hard to take in, but considering the sheer size of his erection, you didn't really mind, prep was still prep at the end of the day.

"The battlefield is empty... without you." He admits, spitting a glob of spit on your clit to rub it sloppily. You moan, clenching your hand in his hair, pink like the insides of your cunt.

''Rea-Really? I wonder why." Your mouth shapes an 'o' when he hits a particularly smooth surface in the depths of your pussy. Sukuna straightens, letting his abdominal mouth's tongue loll out to taste the delicacy that your slit produces, it moans lowly and he removes the digit stroking your clit as the appendage replaces it.

Your moans pitch higher, hands going behind his head to bring him closer. "What is it?" He raises an eyebrow at your open mouth.

You lift your head just a bit, sharing breaths with Sukuna, "Kiss." You demand, left hand coming to swipe across his spit-slicked lower lip.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Kiss my hand, slut."

Lifting his hand, a slit opening on his palm as a tongue sprawls out of it, he places it on your mouth and immediately shuts you up, the tongue shoving itself down your throat. His stomach's tongue was big, but this one was long, almost reaching the uvula at the back of your larynx.

A squeak manages to slide past the appendage down your throat, making him bark out a laugh and rip his hand away. You whine almost pathetically, no sign of the past feared warrior, only a pitiful human in her place

He croons, pecking your lips demeaningly, but everyone knows Sukuna wouldn't do that wholeheartedly. It was mocking. Like every loving action he did to rile you up. You were friends, maybe. Probably. Okay, maybe not, but-

A mind shattering thrust breaks you out of your already messy thoughts, a loud scream, you didn't even register it as yours, echoes throughout the chamber, making him clasp his hand on your mouth to avoid waking every palace servant who were napping right now. He had hit your cervix, spot on. The mini orgasm you had wasn't even prepared, but now that he located it, he was determined to break it open and stuff his spunk inside.

Each thrust now reached your womb, little squeals and keens slipping through Sukuna's fingers. The King of Curses himself couldn't contain your mewls, so he did what he did. Kissed you, sloppily, yes but, still. The monster that everyone feared so much, pressed his lips to yours, tilting his head so that his nose wouldn't bump into yours. His lower right hand lifted your left leg so that he could press your knee against your chest, reaching impossibly deeper.

You sigh through your nose, wrapping your free leg around his hips, which were moving wildly, almost moving in sync with yours as both of your bodies strive to finally procreate.

Your orgasm builds up at the base of your spine, tingles, head to toe, which were curled to their maximum. Sukuna shudders, and you even hear him sniffling, but it's hard to hear over your ears ringing, and wet flesh hitting wet flesh. You listen to him mutter about how good of a mother you'd be, brats running away from you as you try to dress them, your round belly and dripping tits when it was feeding time.

Fuck, he was going to cum before you, that was completely unacceptable, he thought as he slid a hand down your body to pinch your clit maliciously, smirking against your lips as you gift him another sharp inhale. A few more thrusts and you would definitely cum.

Is what he thought before his eyes shoot open, widening as he climaxes, a muffled moan against your lips. His hips stutter as his mind blanks, eyes rolling to the back of his skull whilst he fills you up until your belly almost bulges with the amount of semen he just plugged you with. And that triggers you, back arching, toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head just like his did, hands clenching in his hair as the world feels like it stilled.

When you both finally come down from the high, Sukuna pulls away, panting heavily. But not as much as you, who was almost heaving. He stares at your tummy, said tummy slightly distended from the fluid inside.

"S'kuna..." You mumble, turning your head away in shame.

"One more." All four of his hands roaming the soft and coarse parts of your skin, making you shudder. "Once more, it didn't take. Trust me, I'd know." He snarks, that smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Well, good luck!

[honeycreammilkshake]

at first you couldn't stand the idea of an afterlife with him...

but now you want to live the rest of your life with him?

seriously though.

yuuji went from hating him on sight to wanting to take him home with him. and honestly, i can't stop thinking about that.

the time yuuji spent with sukuna showed him there was much more to the monster than he first believed..... the fact that this whole story began with yuuji wanting to consume all 20 fingers so he could kill sukuna but ending with him wanting sukuna to come back to him so they could become one again..... and no, i don't care what anyone else says, it's canon that yuuji genuinely wanted for them to coexist with each other.

also. i just want to point out how full-circle they've become. sukuna screaming "your future is mine, brat!" at the beginning but dying in the end when yuuji offers (not surrenders, not gives in, but truly offers) that future to him. yuuji is willing to give sukuna his heart, soul, and body in the most compassionate, honest sense. it's such a display of kindness and warmth, such softness as yuuji cradles sukuna's remains, that sukuna probably couldn't take it.

i think it was more or less a split-second decision for him. and he chose to die as he was born: a curse.

i could be wrong but it seems to me like yuuji was breaking sukuna's resolve over the last few chapters, especially chapter 265, which focuses a lot on yuuji's empathy for sukuna... and also sukuna's mask starting to slip and reveal more of his contradicting nature.

i can't get over this scene. yuuji wants to talk to sukuna. he asks sukuna to indulge him. and sukuna does.

this entire chapter sukuna is uncharacteristically willing to go along with it. he's listening to yuuji the entire time because he responds to what yuuji is saying even when it's over such small things. and even his insults are for more subdued and strangely sound more affectionate/light-hearted compared to the stuff sukuna is usually spitting out.

i've said it before and i still think it's canon that yuuji has had the most power and influence over sukuna.

sukuna doesn't fight with anyone as closely or possessively as he does with yuuji (he treated todo like an unwelcome third wheel after todo crashed sukuita's violent little date entered the fight). sukuna isn't as moved as he is with others when yuuji challenged his ideals. no, he literally stopped mid-fight to wonder why the brat had such an overwhelming effect on him. he wanted to crush yuuji's ideal apart because they started to make him doubt himself as well.

yuuji gets under sukuna's skin and stays there like a thorn. like the parasite sukuna was supposed to be inside of yuuji. but the brat is now sukuna's own curse.

and i think he knew that if he'd accepted yuuji's offer, that curse would kill him. love is the worst curse of all.

sukuna knows his own nature. he's selfish and evil and cruel. yuuji embodies the opposite of all those qualities: he is the shades of love and hate that are far away from sukuna's mask of indifference. they could coexist but overtime sukuna's persona would begin to erode because yuuji has the most power of anyone else to change him. to make him rethink. and he can't have that. he needs to remain the static cruelty he was made into. he doesn't know any other way and he'd fall apart if yuuji showed him another fate.

it's really tragic when you realize yuuji's soul has been tied to sukuna's for so long. and in a sense, yuuji completes sukuna. he is kind of like the embodiment of the humanity and empathy that was probably forced out of sukuna. he's the missing whole that makes sukuna's whole a matching set. like yin and yang, the opposites that complement each other and cannot be separated.

in both a poetical and literal sense, yuuji was made for sukuna. he understands that they're like reflections of each other, one brighter and one darker. and yuuji still accepted and was willing to bear sukuna's monstrosity. because he saw him. studied him, even. loved him in the most selfless sense of the word.

it's so tragic.... i hate them.

[miiyas]

FRUITFUL. first snow fall

summary: in the winters of the cold and barren, you are the forbidden fruit that ryomen sukuna revolves around— a refreshingly crisp beauty. but even all winter fruits die, and he’s willing to go against all odds to prevent that demise from ever coming to you. series masterlist

chapter cw: heavy mentions of death by fire and loss of loved ones, heian era sukuna, this is just an opener and bg, not proof read

there are plenty of fruits that can survive winter. apples, pears, cherries, and figs, just to name a few. there was a special kind of care that came with raising a tree during the unforgiving season of snow, one that is still yet to be perfected.

your village is one that thrived off the pride of keeping a safe winter, the abundance of fruit endless and acting as a glimpse of hope for the oncoming spring. while others struggled to keep up with the brittle temperatures, surviving off of what is stored away, the people of your village had come to accept the grace of snow fall. it’s a way of keeping things fresh, they say. the process of decomposing is more forgiving despite not being able to have the luxuries that came with the previous seasons. it was tradition— one that you loved and came to be apart of.

but recently, the village elders have been whispering. the lines and wrinkles on their faces seemed to deepen and the grays in their hair seemed to be more apparent. from the start of early spring to the barren peaks of snow fall, they have been going house to house, gathering dozens of baskets of fruits and sending a group of men off to the forest with it.

an offering, the elders explained. they never went further than saying that it was an offering of peace but to you, it seemed more or less than the factors of peace. the men would return from their journey of ‘offering’ half a week later, eyes bloodshot and wide as they practically tremble with empty hands, not being able to mouth what they had experienced.

but men will be men. they will claim that their act of going into the forest to offer the baskets of fruit is to protect the women and children of the village and they praise themselves as if they saved everyone from extinction. pride is a sin, and they were overflowing with it.

so what will the prideful village do when this years winter bore them no fruit. what will they do in their pitiful stance as they watch tree after tree die and wither right in front of them. and what will they do when there is no offering placed for the beast of the forest and drumming thunder inches closer and closer to their village as snowfall melts into raindrops, heat waving the winter snow to mimic the look of a flood.

your mother had told you that fire doesn’t only kill, but can uplift a dying plot of soil, nurturing it to become healthier than before, slash and burn of smaller areas of land supporting the soil. but as you watch your home shred down and become consumed by the flames, you find yourself convinced that your mother was lying. blood gloves your hands and elbows as you hold your mothers bleeding body outside of your childhood home, smoke swirling in your lungs in such a numbing way you can’t tell if you’re really breathing or not.

half of your mothers body is charred and yet, she still holds that beauty she’s always had, despite being unrecognizable. her blood soaks through the inch of melting winter snow, the smell of burning wood and dirt making you gag as you feel your mother slowly go limp in your arms. your eyes dart down, panic inflicting them as you feel your eyes and nose sting. maybe it’s from the fire, or maybe it’s because you see your mother slowly lose her life right in front of you.

you wanted to cry, god, you wanted to cry, but the heat of the fire prevents you from it, soaking up and burning all moisture. so you hold her tight, as if she’s going to disappear right in front of you. you’re sitting on your legs and you can feel them slowly go numb, but the loss of feeling is the last of your concern. you tug on the scarf around her neck, the pale blue color now stained a deep red and purple as you try to shield her from the unforgiving winter winds, tucking it just above her nose to avoid the smoke from getting into her lungs.

“ma,” you shake her gently with no response given back. “ma, stay awake, ‘kay ?” there’s a shake in your voice as you choke back a sob, feeling her fingertips brush against your wrist like a feather.

“you can’t go yet, not yet,” you let out a hoarse whisper, bringing a hand up to gently brush hair away from her face, wiping the sweat and blood away from her forehead as hair sticks on it. “don’t even think about it. you still need to raise me. i’m not done growing up.”

blood smears on the fabric of your clothes, soaking and saturating it. then, you feel the tense body go limp gently in your arms. the fingertips that brushed against your wrist drops, and so does your heart, blood stopping its rush, your breath hitching.

you can hear your ears ringing, the crackling of the fire dying down as it takes the entire foundation of your home, your neighbors homes, and the village. your hand trembles as you struggle to surpass the lump in your throat.

“… ma ?”

there’s a beat of silence. no twitch comes from her, not even a flick of her lashes.

”and i thought the fire had killed everyone.”

you hiccup and whip your head around, ears twitching as you hear the voice from behind you. a tall individual makes creeping steps towards you, his bigger figure eclipsing the heat of the winter sun. he smells like fire and burning flesh. blood drips from his skin, thick black lines of what looked like tattoos practically caked away from the splatter.

there’s a distance that he keeps, the grip on your mothers body tightening as you instinctively find yourself trying to protect the body. there’s a click of the man’s tongue, his eyes darting towards your burnt home, watching the black smoke arise and follow the patterns of the wind. with quick strides, he’s coming towards you and you shut your eyes, dipping your head close to your mothers as you await the same fate.

but it doesn’t come. instead, you hear the crunching of the snow walk past you.

with a peak of one eye, the man picks up a few stray baskets and opens it up with … four arms ..? you slowly lift your head inch by inch, only to make eye contact with the odd formation on the right side of his face, forcing you to look away. the man lingers around as if he’s looking for something, making a lap around the pile of burnt wood you once called home before shifting his head back to you.

“where is it.”

you sit without a jolt or twitch of any muscle, frozen in fear and shock. perhaps this was it. the fear of what the elders had on your shoulders all weighed down on you, like a rock crushing you as a cruel punishment of being the last one standing. you struggle to say anything back, lips twitching and shaking as they part slightly.

“wha.. what ?” the words feel dry in your throat, breathless and your back hunches down as the muscles in your body go weak in fear. pure, unwavering fear.

“i’ll spare your pathetic life if you show me where you keep your fruit.” with a rough flick of one of his arms, he motioned you to stand, but you hesitate. all feeling in your legs seem to decay and you can’t bring yourself to let go of your mother.

the man’s face churns with impatience and he takes long strides back over to you, extending an arm to grab you by the back of your collar, forcing you to rise. you feel blood rushing back to your limbs and your mother slips away from your arms and land on the cold soil with a dull thud. your head hangs low as her blood seeps through the cracks of the dry dirt, her matted hair covering the burns on her face. the stranger notices this, tilting his head to the side to get a good look at your face then at the body beneath him.

“perhaps you want a similar fate ?” the grip on your collar tightens and you tilt your head up slowly and stare behind the bigger, taller man, mind whirls and fills your stomach with a nauseating feeling. the image of your mother lying dead on the soil is already carved into your mind and the way she screamed and cried in pain only adds up. you shake your head and he lets go of your collar, crossing his arms as he leans down to take a look at you; face to face.

“where do you keep your fruit ? you have an abundance of it, do you not ?”

“we do.”

the man scoffs and a smirk tugs on the corners of his lips before he stands straight, lifting his head up with so much more than pride.

“so you can speak. shall i drag you until you find the garden, or will you see another day by showing it to me personally.” you don’t need another word from him, your legs are already walking towards the village gardens. your footsteps drag a line of blood on the pale snow, the crackling of fire echoing in your ears. your nose is long gone numb to the smell of firewood and iron, the wind stirring it up all the more, creating sickening scents that would carry onto the next village over.

the gardens aren’t far from your home. it’s the core of the village, the pride and and center of everything the people had believed in. dull eyes reflect the untouched earth of the gardens, spare for a few dead strawberry bushes that resided in the first few rows.

you don’t say a word. you can’t. not when your whole village is gone, everyone and thing with it. as the individual stands behind you, a basket is tossed with careless motion.

“everything,” your fingers twitch at the nonchalance of the tone. “take everything here.”

“yes, lord sukuna.”

the sudden perk of a softer voice that came after his made your head slowly turn, eyes landing on a white haired bob carefully picking up the basket, walking past you with careful precision. they stoop down to the small ditch, crouching and starting with whatever is left of the strawberries.

“you think you can just stand ?” the rumble of the deep voice makes you breathe and find a woven basket resting idly beside you, the height ending just by your hip. “make yourself useful with uraume.”

you stare down at the weaves of the basket with dull eyes, the insides stained with previous gathers of berries and fruits. feeling eyes barring down on your back, you take slow movements, fingers curling around the gaps of the woven patterns with whatever sense you had left, dragging yourself and the basket towards the far end of the garden where the trees resided, leaving dirt to dig a trail behind you.

the shade of the abundant apple trees shields you from the setting winter sun, and you stare up at the round red, reaching out a hand to pluck the first of dozen, dropping it with a thud.

“lord sukuna is planning to take you with us.” uraume, you had found their name, is standing a distance beside you, avoiding any contact as they focus on taking the berries. they shift their eyes towards you with a soft, almost forceful smile. “it’ll be quite alright. he’s spared you, has he not ?”

you stare at uraume for a moment too long, the apple in your hand spilling out its cold juice from the pressure of how you were holding it. spared or not, you think this is the closest you’ll be to death.

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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 11

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Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?

contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )

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Chapter 12: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I DOING

 Y/N's POV

It’s hard to let go of someone you thought would always be a part of your life. Harder still when you remember the good times—the moments that once felt like they’d last forever, and how quickly it all unraveled.

When I walked into that hospital room, I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what I was doing. I wanted to be there for him, to show him that I hadn’t given up. But when he told me to leave him alone, to never come back, the words hit harder than anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t just his anger or his pain—it was the cold finality in his voice. Like he’d already made peace with the fact that I wasn’t part of his world anymore.

I should’ve left the moment he said that. But I didn’t. I stayed, trying to push through the silence that hung between us, trying to convince him that I wasn’t going anywhere, that we could work through this. I wanted to tell him that I still loved him—that I always would. But I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, not with him looking at me like I was a stranger. I didn’t belong in his world anymore, and I was starting to see that.

He wasn’t the same Sukuna I once knew. The man I loved was broken. He was drowning, and no matter how much I reached out, he was too far gone. That version of him—the one I remembered so vividly—had died with Jin. I had to accept that.

When I left that hospital room, I felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind. But I had to do it. For both of us.

I shouldn’t have gone that day. I knew it then, and I know it now. But there was no going back.

The drive home was silent. I kept my hands on the wheel, staring ahead, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest. It felt like a lead weight, dragging me down with every mile. The tears I hadn’t allowed to fall at the hospital finally started to trickle down my face. I wasn’t crying for him anymore. I wasn’t crying for the man who had pushed me away. I was crying for the person I used to be—the one who believed that love could fix anything, that I could save him. But you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. And I realized, finally, that I couldn’t keep sacrificing myself for someone who wasn’t willing to meet me halfway.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to pull myself together. I couldn’t afford to break down now. Not when I had to be strong for me. I had to keep moving forward, even if that meant letting go of the one person I thought would always be there.

I kept telling myself it was the right thing to do, that I was doing this for both of us. But in the quiet moments, when I’m alone with my thoughts, it’s hard to believe that.

How do you let go of someone you once thought was your forever?

How do you move on when part of you will always belong to them?

I didn’t have the answers. But for now, I had to keep walking this painful road. Because, at the end of the day, I still had to save myself

I guess that’s how I found myself at Toji’s place that night. I wasn’t sure what had brought me here exactly—maybe it was the need to feel something familiar, something solid amidst the chaos. Or maybe I was just running from the aching emptiness I felt since leaving Sukuna at the hospital.

I knew Yuuji and Choso were staying at Toji’s for a bit, and part of me thought it might be a good idea to check in on them. To see how they were doing, how they were coping with everything. But as I stood outside his apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t just here for them. I was here because I didn’t know where else to go.

My hand hovered over the doorbell for a moment. I had no idea what I’d even say to Toji—what my reason for being here would be. He wasn’t exactly the type to hold a space for me in the way I needed, not like Sukuna had, or at least not in the way I had imagined Sukuna would. But I had to do something. I was so tired of feeling like I was falling apart at the seams.

I pressed the doorbell and heard footsteps approaching. Toji opened the door, looking a bit surprised to see me standing there. He didn’t say anything at first, just gave me that look of his—half amused, half assessing. I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place standing there in front of him, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"Hey," I finally said, the word barely escaping my lips. "Is it okay if I come in?"

Toji glanced over his shoulder, like he was considering whether to invite me in or not, but then stepped aside with a shrug. "Yeah, sure. It’s not like you’re a stranger."

I walked in, trying to keep my composure, but I could feel my hands trembling slightly. I had no idea what to expect tonight—what I was even looking for, if I’m being honest.

The living room was quiet, and I saw Yuuji and Choso sitting on the couch, both of them looking a little out of place too. Choso glanced up at me first, his expression softening just a little as he saw me. Yuuji gave me a small, forced smile, but I could tell he wasn’t really okay. None of us were.

"You okay?" Choso asked softly, his voice steady but concerned.

I nodded, though I didn’t know if I was convincing anyone, least of all myself. "Yeah, just… needed to get out of the house."

Toji came up behind me and threw himself onto the armchair, raising an eyebrow. "House? You mean Sukuna’s house?" he asked, his tone light but a little too sharp for my liking.

I stiffened at the mention of his name. "I’m fine," I repeated, but this time I wasn’t sure if I believed it.

The room fell into a tense silence. I could feel the weight of the unspoken words, the things I hadn’t said to anyone yet. My heart ached, but I didn’t know how to express it. What was there even to say? That I missed him? That I felt like I had lost a piece of myself? That nothing felt right anymore?

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, as if it would somehow protect me from everything I couldn’t say. I wasn’t sure if I even had the energy to keep pretending everything was fine.

Yuuji broke the silence, his voice almost tentative. "You know, we’re here for you, right?" He glanced at Choso, then back at me. "Whatever you need, we’ve got you."

I looked at them both, feeling the weight of their words sink in. They were both here for me, in their own way. But it didn’t stop the emptiness I felt. It didn’t stop the ache that seemed to consume me every time I thought of Sukuna.

Toji, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. His voice was gruff, but there was something softer in it that I hadn’t expected. "You can stay as long as you want, Y/N. But you’re gonna have to stop hiding from it eventually."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could face the reality of what he was talking about. I didn’t know how to let go. How to walk away from someone who had been a part of my life for so long. How to let them go when part of me still believed that maybe—just maybe—he needed me to save him.

But here, in Toji’s apartment, with Yuuji and Choso beside me, I found a fleeting sense of comfort. Maybe it wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but for tonight, it was enough. I wasn’t alone.

And maybe, for the first time in a long time, that would have to be enough.

Toji ordered pizza, as usual. I couldn’t help myself, so I jokingly asked, "Is this all you guys ever eat?"

Toji shot me a look, half offended, half amused. "No," he said, holding up a slice like it was a shield. "We eat other things."

"Yeah, right," I smirked, leaning back on the couch. "Like what? Frozen dinners?"

But just as I said it, I heard a voice from the hallway. "That’s literally all you eat," Megumi chimed in, walking in with a slight frown on his face. "His big-head ass can’t cook for shit."

Choso and Yuuji bent over in laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. Megumi’s dry humor always had a way of cutting through the tension in the room.

"Hey, I cook when I want to!" Toji shot back, still holding his slice like it was a weapon. "I just don’t feel like it. Pizza’s easier, and it’s good."

I watched as Choso wiped away tears from laughing too hard, and Yuuji was practically rolling on the floor. For a moment, I forgot all the weight I had been carrying. It felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment.

Their company, in some twisted way, felt comforting. I wouldn’t have known them if it weren’t for Sukuna, and I couldn’t help but think about how different things could’ve been. If things hadn’t gotten so messy between us, if he hadn’t shut me out, maybe I’d be here with him instead of with his friends.

But life didn’t work like that, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to. Sukuna had his demons, and maybe, just maybe, I couldn’t save him from them. I couldn’t fix everything, no matter how much I wanted to. But for now, I could find some comfort in the chaos around me.

Megumi, now sitting across from me, gave me a rare, but genuine smile. "It’s good you’re here," he said quietly. "It’s good to see you laughing."

I nodded, feeling the smile tug at my lips, even though it didn’t reach my eyes. "Yeah, it feels nice."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as we all dug into the pizza, the tension from earlier slowly dissolving. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel so completely lost. Maybe I couldn’t fix everything, but maybe, for now, this was enough. Just being here.

I sat back on the couch, watching Yuuji, Choso, and Megumi argue about their final match in the new Mortal Kombat game. I had to admit, I was better than I thought at it. Every move I made seemed to click, and I could tell it was pissing off Yuuji. He wasn’t used to losing.

Eventually, the boys started groaning, claiming they were too tired or had school the next day. They headed off to bed, leaving me and Toji alone in the living room. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy, either. There was this unspoken understanding that things between me and Sukuna weren’t right anymore, and I was trying to figure out what came next.

Toji sat on the armrest of the couch, watching me closely. "You good?" he asked casually, his tone a little softer than usual.

I nodded, but the heaviness of everything still hung over me. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

"Want something to drink?" He didn’t wait for my answer and got up, heading to the kitchen. I followed his movements with my eyes, the quiet between us stretching out longer than it probably should have. I should’ve gone to bed, too, but something kept me there.

Toji came back with two beers, tossing me one before sitting back down. He cracked his open, glancing at me. "You’ve been through a lot lately," he said, his voice steady, not forcing me to talk but acknowledging it.

I took a long sip from the bottle, not looking at him. "Yeah, and it feels like it’s never going to stop."

He exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the couch, his eyes scanning the room. "Life has a way of throwing things at you, even when you’re not looking for them."

There was a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I didn’t know what he saw in me anymore—whether it was pity, sympathy, or something else entirely—but I didn’t want to deal with it. Not tonight.

"You know," Toji’s voice broke the quiet, "I’ve never been great at comforting people. But if you want to talk, I’m here."

I looked at him then, our eyes locking for a moment before I looked away, feeling my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but there was a tension in the air now. Maybe it was the alcohol or the long silence, but my mind was racing, trying to understand what it meant. Why was I still here, talking to Toji like everything was normal?

I swallowed hard, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, "I don’t know what I’m doing, Toji."

His gaze softened, and he placed his beer down, leaning closer to me. "You don’t have to have it figured out right now," he said, his voice low and calm. "You’re allowed to be lost."

I shifted uncomfortably, the closeness between us suddenly feeling too much and yet too little at the same time. My heart pounded, and I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me, making everything feel hazy.

"Maybe I don’t want to be lost anymore," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Toji’s eyes searched mine, and for a long moment, the world around us seemed to fade. There were no expectations here, no pressure to be someone I wasn’t. Just him, and me, and a quiet understanding that neither of us could explain.

I leaned forward just slightly, just enough for our faces to be inches apart, and his breath hitched. He didn’t back away, though. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for me to make the next move. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the hurt, or the need to feel something other than emptiness, but I leaned in.

Toji met me halfway, his lips brushing mine gently at first, almost as if testing the waters. But it didn’t take long before the kiss deepened, a rush of heat flooding through me. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded without thinking, my body reacting before my mind had time to process what was happening.

It wasn’t anything planned, and it definitely wasn’t the resolution I’d been looking for. But in that moment, with everything feeling like it was falling apart, it felt right. Just for tonight, I could forget about the mess I was in and just feel something else.

When we finally pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel both empty and full at the same time, as if something had shifted, but I wasn’t sure what. Toji didn’t say anything, his hand resting lightly on my waist. The room felt heavier now, and the silence between us seemed to stretch longer, both of us unsure of what to do next.

I wanted to pull away, to say something, but for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the need to explain myself.

But he’s Sukuna’s best friend.

"I didn’t expect that," Toji muttered, his voice low and rough, as if he, too, wasn’t sure what was happening.

Neither did I, but maybe I didn’t need to expect anything. Not tonight.

The second kiss was different from the first. It was deeper, more urgent, like we were both trying to fill a space that had been left wide open for too long. There was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing. I felt his hand slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I responded, my body pressing into his as if it was exactly where I was supposed to be.

It felt wrong and right at the same time, like a desperate need to forget everything that had been weighing on me. I wanted to shut my mind off, to not think about Sukuna, about the mess I had made, about the consequences of everything that had happened up until this point. For just this moment, I wanted to let go.

Toji’s lips were rough, but they were also gentle in their own way. His hands were sure as they roamed down my back, settling at my waist, guiding me onto his lap. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop him. And in a way, I didn’t want to.

I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, breathless, trying to gather my thoughts. But I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Everything felt like a blur, and maybe that was exactly what I needed.

"Are you sure about this?" Toji’s voice was low, but there was an intensity in it that made me pause. He wasn’t asking in a way that felt like concern—it was more like he was giving me an out, making sure I wasn’t just acting out of impulse.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him again, slowly this time, letting the moment sink in. Whatever had been between us, whatever we were doing now, it didn’t feel like a mistake at that moment. It felt like exactly what I needed.

When we pulled away again, there was a weight between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something unspoken, something that neither of us had to address right away.

“I’m not going to ask you what this means,” Toji said, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin. “But whatever it is, we can just let it be for now.”

I nodded, unable to put into words what was swirling in my head. Maybe I didn’t need to. Maybe I just needed to exist in this moment, in this space, where everything else could fade away for a little while.

Toji’s hand hovered beneath my shirt, the heat of his palm making me feel a little breathless. He looked at me with that same smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind, as if he could read every thought and desire I had.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was more teasing now, his fingers lightly brushing the skin of my stomach, sending a shiver through me.

I nodded, but it was more out of instinct than clarity. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore, not really. But right now, in this moment, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel something, anything other than the storm of emotions that had been swirling inside me for so long.

Toji leaned in again, this time kissing me slowly, deeply, his hand sliding further up my back, pulling me even closer to him. My breath hitched as I responded, my hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt like I needed something to hold onto. It felt almost like an escape—an escape from everything I had been running from.

His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more focused as he pulled me down onto his lap. The tension in his body was palpable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like a strange kind of release for both of us.

“You’re sure, huh?” Toji asked again, his tone almost playful, but I could hear the edge in it now. He wasn’t pushing, but he wasn’t holding back either. He was waiting for me, giving me the space to stop him if I wanted to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I kissed him again, this time with more urgency, my fingers tugging at his shirt as I pressed myself against him. No words, no hesitations, just the rush of wanting something, anything, that made me feel alive for once.

Toji’s hand finally slid under my shirt, his touch warm against my skin. He didn’t pull away this time. Instead, he continued to trace his fingers along my side, sending shivers through me.

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the weight of my past, the guilt, the mess I had made. All that mattered right now was the feeling of his touch, the heat of his body against mine. It was as if, in this moment, everything else had disappeared.

And for once, I allowed myself to forget.

Toji picked me up bodily and carried me to his room, dropping me onto his bed. “Are you sure about this YN

He hovered over me, his body caging me in, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity I hadn't seen in far too long. The air between us was thick with tension. He was giving me one last out, one final chance to back out before things went too far. But I couldn't. I was too far gone, too desperate for his touch, his affection, his love.

"Yes," I breathed out, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm sure, Toji. I need this. I need you." My voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried all the weight of the longing and desperation I felt.

His eyes flashed with something primal at my words, his grip on my hips tightening. He lowered his head slowly, giving me a chance to turn away, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It was different from the others, harder, more demanding. He was no longer holding back, pouring all his pent-up desire and frustration into the movement of his lips against mine.

His hand slid under my shirt again, but this time, he didn't stop at my side. He moved upwards, cupping the soft swell of my breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. I gasped into his mouth, arching my back to press myself further into his touch. My body was already responding, my nipples hardening, my core clenching with need.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his breathing heavy as he looked down at me. "You're mine, YN," he growled out, his voice rough and low. "No one else can have you. Only if it’s for tonight." His hand tightened on my breast, his grip almost painful, staking his claim on my body and my heart.

He kissed his way down my body sliding off my pants and my underwear in one go his eyes widen 

"Fuck, Sukuna had all this to himself," he murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His eyes raked over my exposed flesh, taking in every dip and curve, committing it to memory. "Such a fucking waste, all this was wasted on him."

He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my slick folds, making me shiver and clench with anticipation.

"You smell fucking delicious, YN," he growled, his nose pressing against my clothed slit, inhaling deeply. "Sweet, and ripe, and ready."

He looked up at me then, his eyes glinting with a feral light, his canines bared in a dominant smirk. "I'm going to devour this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole fucking neighborhood knows who’s fuckin you right now."

I was already so wet and his words made me even more soaked, my juices dripping down onto the sheets below. He hadn't even touched me yet, and I was already aching, already craven with the need to be filled by him.

"Please, toji..." I whimpered

Toji flicked his long, dexterous tongue against my sensitive clit, the sudden stimulation making me jolt and gasp. Before I could catch my breath, he suckled the throbbing bud hard, drawing it into his mouth as he lapped it with his tongue. The intense pleasure bordering on pain made me cry out.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed, my fingers fisting in his short hair. Electric shocks of bliss raced up my spine, my thighs clamping around his head as I ground myself against his face, desperate for more of that exquisite torture.

He growled against my sex, the vibrations only amplifying the sensations crashing through me. He released my clit with a wet pop, only to immediately delve his tongue deep into my sopping pussy. He fucked into me with the slick muscle, his tongue curling and stroking my inner walls, tasting my essence, my arousal.

"Toji, fuck!" I panted, my hips rolling and gyrating against his tongue. My juices flooded his mouth.. I could feel every inch of his tongue, every flick and thrust, as if he was claiming me for himself..

He licked and sucked and fucked into me until I was a writhing, mewling mess. Until I could feel my climax building, the way he was sucking and licking on me was driving me crazy.but I still couldn’t get Sukuna out of my head.

Toji dropped one of my legs back onto the bed and slipped two fingers deep inside me plunging it deep and curling it upwards to stroke that sensitive spot that made me see stars. 

At the same time, he sucked hard on my clit, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he lapped it with his tongue in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was making feel fuckin’ crazed.

"Oh god, Toji!" I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. My inner walls clenched tight around his invading finger, gripping it like a vice as my orgasm crashed over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

He pumped his finger in and out of me in time with the suction on my clit, fucking me hard and fast through my climax. He sucked and fingered me through my climax right into another one.

How is this soo good

He growled against my clit, the heat of his breath made me fuckin shake. He was licking and sucking my clit while my first orgasm ran down his hand, his finger never pausing in its relentless thrusts and curls. He was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body, to make me fall apart completely again.

As the waves of bliss slowly ebbed, I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving. But he showed no signs of stopping, his finger still buried deep inside me, his tongue still stroking and sucking my sensitive clit. I could only whimper and writhe beneath him, my body overstimulated and overwhelmed.

“Toji fuck stop…”

He looked up at me from between my thighs and smirked showing his white teeth and canines. It made him look animalistic

With quick movements Toji practically ripped my top and bra off my body, baring my heaving breasts to his hungry gaze. At the same time, I scrambled to divest him of his clothing, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of his sweats and the hem of his white vest. I needed to feel his skin on mine, needed to see all of him.

As the last of our clothing fell away, my eyes widened in awe as his massive cock sprang free.

 He was huge. Not bigger than Sukuna but HUGE!

The thick shaft pulsing and twitching with his heartbeat. The broad head was already weeping with pre-cum, the musky scent of his arousal filling the air and making my mouth water.

He loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. The heat of his body seeped into my skin, the hard length of his cock pressing against my slick, swollen folds. He braced one hand by my head, the other gripping my hip, holding me in place as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"Last chance to back out, YN," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. His eyes bored into mine, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Tell me now if you don't want this, if you don't want me to fill you up, to fuck you."

I could only stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. There was no doubt, no hesitation, only a desperate, all-consuming need. I reached down to spread my legs even wider, opening myself completely to him, inviting him to take me.

*"Please, toji,"

At my breathless plea, toji let out a low, guttural groan, his eyes flashing with primal hunger. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swift, forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed forward, the thick head of his massive cock stretching my entrance and plunging deep inside me.

"Fuck, YN!" he swore through gritted teeth, his face contorting with the intense sensation of my walls gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight, so goddamn perfect..." He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, feeling me flutter and clench around him.

The stretch was intense, bordering on painful as he filled and stretched me out. It felt like he was everywhere, his hard heat pulsing and throbbing against my sensitive walls, reaching so deep. I could feel every ridge, every vein on his thick shaft as it sank deeper and deeper into my core.

He began to move then, his hips rolling and rocking as he worked more and more of his impressive length inside me. Each thrust pushed him a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, until he was fully sheathed inside my body, his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass.

"Fuck, I can't believe this…Fuck!," he panted, his hips starting to move faster, his thrusts growing more powerful. "Without feeling this perfect cunt squeezing my cock, milking it for all its worth.YN. No one else will ever make you feel this good."

I could feel my body responding to his intense, dominant fucking with a fervor I had almost forgotten. With each powerful thrust of his hips, each deep stroke of his thick cock plunging into my core, I could feel myself growing wetter, my arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my legs I can hear the sounds the squelches.

As he fucked into me, the thought flashed through my mind - when was the last time Sukuna and I had made love or even fucked  like this? When was the last time I had felt so desired, so consumed with lust and passion? It had been so long, far too long, that I could barely remember. But in this moment, with Toji claiming me, taking me, fucking me with wild abandon, all those lonely months and years melted away.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Toji growled, his voice rough and heavy with desire. He could feel my juices flooding his cock, making each thrust slick and smooth and perfect. "I can feel you dripping on my cock, YN. You're fucking drenched. Tell me, when was the last time Sukuna fucked you like this? When was the last time this greedy little pussy was filled and stretched and satisfied?"

He punctuated his question with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me cry out, back arching off the bed. His hand slid down to press against my lower belly, and I could feel the shape of his cock, so large and hard and perfect, stretching me from the inside.

Toji suddenly slowed his frenzied pace. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, then plunged back in with a deep, deliberate thrust that hit my sweet spot dead on. He set a tortuous rhythm, bringing me to the very brink of climax only to pull back, leaving me feeling crazed.

"Fuck, you're right there, aren't you?" he growled, his voice a low, wicked rumble in his chest. He could feel my body twitching and shaking beneath him, could see my eyes rolling back in bliss as he teased my pussy with hi cock, pushing me to the limits of what I could take. "Gonna fucking come on my cock like a good girl YN. the good girl I know you are?"

I could only whimper and moan in response, my hands fisting in his hair, trying to pull him closer, trying to force him to give me what I needed. But he was too strong, too in control. He set the pace, determined to make me fall apart slowly, savoring every second of my desperation.

"Please..." I gasped out, my voice ragged and broken. "Please, Toji, I need...I need..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, too far gone to fucked out. I had never felt so empty, so aching, so fucking desperate to be filled and satisfied.

"Shhhh, patience, YN," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "I know what you need. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, you'll forget your own name. 

With a sudden, rough movement, Toji pulled out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty and aching. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees pulling my hips up, my ass in the air and my face pressed into the mattress. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind me.

"Fuck, this view," he growled, his eyes locked onto my ass, my dripping pussy, my body presented and offered to him like a gift. "This perfect fucking view of you, spread open for me, it’s its" he slapped my ass hard, he notched the thick head of his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, deep stroke.

“TOJI TOJI! Ouuu. hngh.”

 He stretched me impossibly wide, my back arching as I pushed my hips back to meet his thrust. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with forceful, powerful strokes 

“You like taking this dick, don’t you.”

Every time he surged forward, he pulled my hips back to meet his thrust, taking me harder and deeper and faster with almost every other stroke The bed shook and creaked,the headboard slamming against the wall as he fucked into me.

But Sukuna was plaguing my mind AS ALWAYS!

"Toji!" I shrieked, my voice echoing off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck, yes, just like that! Don't stop, please don't fucking stop!"

'Take this fucking dick, YN,' Toji growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. 'Gonna fill this tight little cunt, make you fucking overflow with my seed.' He punctuated his words with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me see stars.

I could feel myself creaming on his cock, my juices gushing out and around his pistoning cock, making obscenely wet sounds as he fucked into my dripping hole. The sensation of my arousal flooding out of me only seemed to spur him on, to make him fuck into me even harder and faster.

Suddenly, he flipped me back onto my back, pushing my legs up and back towards my head in a moment of surprising flexibility. I was completely exposed, completely at his mercy, held open and spread wide for his taking.

"Aww fuck, look at you," he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight of my glistening folds, swollen and stretched around his thick cock. 'Gonna make this dirty little pussy squirt, gonna fucking drown you in pleasure until you can't take anymore.'

He shifted the angle of his hips slightly, and with each powerful thrust, he grinded against a spot deep inside me that made me scream and convulse beneath him. I could feel my climax building again, even more intense than before, my body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought me closer to the edge.

I could only scream and moan incoherently as Toji relentlessly pounded into me, his thick cock striking that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My body was no longer my own. I was feeling consumed by him.

He’s Sukuna’s best friend what are you doing YN

"Toji! Oh fuck, yes, just like that!" I practically howled, my voice raw and broken with ecstasy. "D-don't stop, please don't fucking stop! I'm...I'm so close, Toji! Gonna...gonna fucking squirt on your cock, fuck!"

True to his word, I could feel the pressure building to an unbearable level, my walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning length. With one final, brutal thrust and grind against that perfect spot deep inside, he sent me hurtling over the edge.

"AAAAHHHH, TOJI!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed and shook beneath him, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel my juices gushing out around him, my arousal splashing obscenely against my thighs and his balls, the sheets everywhere.

He didn't let up, fucking me through my orgasm sending me into another one. The sensation of my walls rippling and squeezing his cock only seemed to drive him wilder, his thrusts growing more erratic and forceful as he chased his own end.

As another orgasm crashed through me, Toji suddenly pushed my legs back even further, folding me nearly in half and lifting my hips and ass completely off the bed. He loomed over me, his muscular form casting a shadow as he fucked into my spasming, dripping cunt.

"Fuck, not wearing a condom," he grunted, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pounded me mercilessly through my climax. "Have to...fuck, have to pull out..." But even as he said it, I could feel him growing even harder inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he neared the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside my fluttering heat, he suddenly withdrew, his thick shaft slipping out of my clinging walls with a gush of our combined fluids. Before I could miss the loss, he leaned over me, his hips still poised above mine, and brought the swollen, weeping tip of his cock to my lips.

"Open," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Fuck, YN, open your pretty little mouth. I'm gonna, fill you up until your mouth is full and fucking dripping with my cum."

My skin flushed and glistened with sweat. As he brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, my tongue flicking out to lap up the salty-sweet beads of pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

"Fuck yes, take every drop like a good little slut," Toji groaned, his voice strained as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth, his cock kissing the back of my throat with each pump of his hips. "Gonna feed you everything, fill up this greedy mouth"

He grunted and shuddered, his grip on my thighs tightening as he fucked into my mouth with increasing urgency. I could feel the telltale throbbing and twitching of his shaft, knowing he was on the very brink of his release. His heavy balls, drawn up tight against his body, churned and pulsed as he chased his pleasure.

Then, with one final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat and let out a roar of ecstasy. Hot, thick streams of his seed erupted from his cock, flooding my mouth and coating my tongue with his essence. Jet after jet of his cum pumped in long, pulsing ropes as he fucked my throat

“Wanna go again” Toji said

I took a deep breath “Why not?”

The next morning, I woke up in Toji's bed half my body draped over his. I checked the time. I'm running late for class. 

I tried to move and Toji pulled me back close asking "You good yn"

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as Toji’s voice rumbled through the space between us. His arm was wrapped around me, pulling me closer, not letting me get up. I could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against my back, the weight of his body like a reassuring anchor in the chaos of my mind.

"Good?" I repeated the word in my head, as if to make sure I understood it right. What did that even mean? Was I good? Was I okay? I couldn’t help but wonder if I was supposed to be feeling differently about this. About last night.

I sighed softly and glanced over at the clock. Damn, I was late. My classes weren’t going to wait for me, and I had to face the world outside of this moment.

But Toji’s grip tightened slightly, pulling me back to him. "You good, Y/N?" he repeated, his voice softer now, almost like he was waiting for something.

I shifted slightly, trying to ease out of his embrace, but he didn’t let go. I could feel his steady breath against my neck, his presence grounding me even as my mind raced.

"Yeah," I finally murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m fine."

But the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if "fine" was the right word to describe how I felt at that moment. My heart was heavy, tangled up in a mess of emotions. I knew what I’d done, and I knew I couldn’t take it back, but the lingering feeling of last night made it hard to decipher what I really wanted.

Toji kissed my neck lightly, the warmth of his lips sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You sure? You don’t seem like it," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

I nodded, trying to shake the fog in my head. "I’m sure. Just… running late." I sat up slowly, carefully extricating myself from his embrace.

Toji didn’t stop me, but he watched me with those sharp eyes of his, his lips curled into a smirk. "If you say so," he muttered. "But if you ever need to talk... you know where to find me."

I felt a strange mix of relief and confusion flood through me. Was he being serious? Or was he just saying what he always said?

I grabbed my things quickly, trying not to linger too long in the room. I didn’t want to face the reality of what happened, but I knew I had to. Life didn’t stop just because I made a mistake, or maybe it wasn’t even a mistake. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know anything anymore.

"Thanks, Toji," I said quickly, my voice faltering just slightly before I turned to leave. But before I could step out, I paused, glancing back at him.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’ll see you around."

And with that, I left, the door clicking shut behind me, leaving a strange emptiness in its wake.

Toji's pov.

I rubbed my face, still trying to process what had just happened, but Megumi’s sudden presence in the hallway snapped me out of my thoughts. He was standing there, looking like he was about to lecture me or something. Of course, that’s exactly what he’d do. Megumi had this way of staring at you like he knew every damn thing going on inside your head. It wasn’t annoying — it was just… Megumi.

I raised an eyebrow. "What’s your problem?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. I didn’t have time for his bullshit today, but I knew I’d get an earful whether I wanted it or not.

He just stared at me for a few seconds, a deep frown on his face like he was considering something important. Finally, he spoke, and when he did, the words were blunt, as always.

"Are you sure you wanna be fooling around with Y/N? You know Sukuna is a crash out," Megumi said, his voice low but serious.

I blinked.

I wasn’t expecting that. Megumi didn’t usually give two shits about what I did with my life. Hell, he barely said anything about what anyone else was doing. But this? This was different. It was like he actually cared for once. I scoffed, shaking my head before I let out a full belly laugh.

"Sukuna?" I repeated, laughing harder now. "Sukuna is a wreck, but what the hell does that have to do with me and Y/N?"

I couldn’t help it. The situation seemed almost laughable to me. Megumi didn’t know half of what was going on with me, with Y/N, or with Sukuna. Hell, the guy had no idea about half of what was happening around here. But sure, let’s throw him into the mix, right? I was already feeling like an idiot, and now this?

"Listen," I said after catching my breath, straightening up and wiping a tear from my eye, "I’m not trying to fuck around with Y/N just to piss off Sukuna or anyone else. If anything, I know that guy better than you do, and trust me, he’s not gonna give a damn what I do. He doesn’t own her, and he sure as hell doesn’t control me. I don’t know what you’re getting at, but that’s not what this is."

Megumi didn’t budge, his gaze still intense as if he was studying me, like he was trying to figure out if I was lying or telling the truth. Maybe a little bit of both.

"I don’t think you get it, Toji," he said, his voice quieter now. "This isn’t about control. It’s about what happens when Sukuna finds out. You know what he’s like. He’ll snap if he finds out you and Y/N… are involved."

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in for a second. He was right about one thing — Sukuna was a ticking time bomb. I’d seen him go off before. And Y/N… She didn’t deserve that. Not again.

But that didn’t mean I was gonna back off. I’d made my choice, and I wasn’t about to turn around just because Megumi thought it was a bad idea.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered, "but I’ve seen him do worse. It’s not gonna stop me. If I want something, I’ll take it."

I could see the disappointment in Megumi’s eyes, the way he looked at me like I was making a huge mistake. But I didn’t care. I was too far in now. And if it meant I had to deal with Sukuna’s wrath to have what I wanted, then so be it.

I shrugged, pushing past Megumi to head downstairs. "Tell Yuuji to get his ass up and go to school," I called back, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "And Megumi…"

He turned his head toward me, waiting.

"I don’t know what you think you know, but I got this. Just… let it go."

I heard him sigh, but he didn’t argue. He knew, deep down, that I wasn’t going to change my mind. So I went on about my day, the lingering thought of Y/N still fresh in my mind as I went about the motions. I had no idea where this was going, but one thing was certain — I wasn’t backing down

Megumi stopped and turned to me. "You're the guy's best friend....so you know all about his life. I only know what Yuuji tells me. but isn't he like in some psych ward or sum shit. I mean this aint my business but you both have been friends for as long as i've known myself. don't be dumb man..."

I stopped in my tracks as Megumi’s words hit me harder than I expected. He wasn’t wrong about one thing — Sukuna and I had been through it all together. We were tied by more than just blood; we had history, things that made our friendship deeper than just some casual bond. Megumi, though, didn’t know all the shit we’d been through. He wasn’t there for the stuff we used to get up to, for the nights we spent in reckless abandon, or the times we stood by each other when no one else would.

But this… this was different.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, my voice quieter now, trying to brush off the sharpness in his tone. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of his words.

Megumi’s gaze didn’t soften. He stepped closer, looking me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you’re trying to do the right thing in your own messed-up way. But you’re not just dealing with Y/N here. You’re messing with Sukuna’s head too. You’re not the only one who’s fucked up by all this. He’s in the psych ward, and you’re here with her. This ain’t just about you and her, Toji. This is about how it’s gonna affect everyone around you — including you. Do you really want to deal with the fallout from all this when it blows up in your face?"

I could feel the shift in the air. Megumi wasn’t saying this to get in my face or cause drama. He was genuinely trying to get through to me. It made me pause for a second, but only for a second.

“Don’t worry about me, Megumi,” I said, shrugging it off. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And as for Sukuna… I’ll deal with him when the time comes. But I’m not gonna let him dictate my choices, or Y/N’s for that matter.”

I could see the frustration in his eyes, but he didn’t push any further. Instead, he just shook his head and muttered, “You’ll regret it. You always do.”

I let out a soft breath, turning away from him and heading toward the stairs. I didn’t need to hear that. I’d heard enough regret in my life to last me a lifetime. Right now, it was about making my own decisions — consequences be damned.

But even as I left Megumi standing there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Megumi rolled his eyes then strolled downstairs. I sorted out myself for the day, checked my phone. Today was one of those long ass days. Studying for Mechanical Engineering was a nuisance especially having classes cross with Geto and Satoru.

 I head downstairs to see Choso still here and Geto and Gojo. I rolled my eyes asking who let these two in and Choso aren't you supposed to be in class today. “Na.” he murmured  “I have a late class today so i'm leaving in a few to pick up an extra shift at the tattoo shop.”

I raised an eyebrow at Choso's response. "Always the busy one, huh?" I joked, grabbing a cup of coffee to fuel my day. The last thing I needed was more students in my house, especially when it was just another reminder of how fucked up everything was.

Geto and Gojo were lounging on the couch, as usual, their presence filling the room with that mix of smugness and casual indifference. It was honestly impressive how easily they acted like they were in control of every situation, even when they weren’t.

"You’re gonna let those two just barge in here?" I grumbled, nodding toward Geto and Gojo. "Aren’t we supposed to have some boundaries around here, or am I just imagining things?"

Gojo smirked without even looking up from his phone. "Boundaries are for people who actually care," he said flippantly, like he hadn’t just walked through the front door unannounced. "Besides, we brought coffee. That should count for something."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, ‘cause that totally makes up for you and Geto acting like you own the place."

Geto chuckled, leaning back with his arms crossed. "You know we don’t need permission, Toji. You love us being here, even when you don’t admit it."

I shot him a side-eye, not bothering to argue because honestly, I did love having them around, even if their presence made everything feel more chaotic than it already was. We’d been friends too long for me to pretend like they weren’t family at this point.

"Whatever," I muttered, sipping my coffee. "I’m just tryna survive today. Mechanical Engineering is a nightmare and I’m already tired of hearing about your plans to ‘fix’ whatever mess you two are getting into next."

Geto laughed again, giving me that same teasing grin. "Mess? No mess here, Toji. Just plans, big ones. You should join us for the ride. Might get you out of your little rut."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, and end up in more trouble than I’m already in. No thanks."

Choso shook his head, clearly tuning out our usual banter, his eyes fixed on the clock. "Anyway, I gotta head out soon. Work calls. You guys do your thing."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, giving Choso a lazy wave as he grabbed his bag. He was always hustling, trying to balance school and work. I could respect that.

As Choso heads back inside the house to finish sorting himself out he left just the three of us in the living room. I let out a long sigh, rubbing my face with my hand. It felt like the walls were closing in, a constant reminder that everything was still off, that nothing would be the same. Not with Y/N and Sukuna's situation hanging over me like a cloud.

"So, what's next, Toji?" Gojo asked, his tone light but with a hint of something else underneath. Like he could sense I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but wasn’t gonna let it slide.

I glanced at him, then at Geto. "Next? I don’t know. Maybe try not to burn everything down for once."

Geto shrugged. "I mean, burning shit down is kinda our thing, but fine, we'll let you take the lead today."

Gojo didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward with his usual mischievous smirk. "Come on, Toji, don’t leave me hanging. Was that Y/N’s car? I could’ve sworn I saw her leaving this morning."

I took a long drag from my cigarette, trying to stall. "Maybe," I muttered, not giving him the satisfaction of a full answer.

Geto, who usually wasn’t one to get involved in Gojo’s games, raised an eyebrow. "You know you’re not gonna get out of this one, right?"

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I exhaled the smoke, letting it hang in the air for a second before finally speaking. "Yeah, it was her. She came by last night."

Gojo leaned back in his chair, looking like he knew more than he was letting on. "I was wondering.She seemed…Please tell me you didn’t Toji"

I tensed, flicking the ash from my cigarette. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Gojo shrugged, looking entirely too calm. "I mean, it’s obvious. She’s been not doing so well and you’re also Sukuna’s best friend or whatever... She’s been more open with you too."

I glared at him, feeling the heat rise in my chest. "Drop it, Gojo."

He held up his hands, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Alright, alright. I was just asking. But I’m not blind. Something’s up."

I didn’t know if it was the weight of everything going on with Sukuna or the lingering feelings I had for Y/N that I was trying to ignore, but I wasn’t in the mood for Gojo’s probing questions. Not now. Not when I couldn’t even figure out what the hell I was doing anymore.

"Anyway," I said, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out, "I’ve got stuff to handle today. Don’t need you guys breathing down my neck about Y/N."

Geto raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. Fine. We’ll let you be. But just know, we’re here if you wanna talk."

I grunted in response, grabbing my jacket as I stood up. "I’m good. I don’t need anyone’s help right now."

As I walked toward the door, I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. Whatever was going on with Y/N—whatever I was getting myself tangled in—it wasn’t their problem. It was mine. And I was gonna deal with it... my way.

Geto reached out, his hand stopping me mid-step. “Sit down for a sec. We all gotta talk,” he said, his tone firm.

I sighed, checking the time. I had a few minutes to spare. Tossing Choso my keys, I said, “Take Yuuji and Megs to school, then head to your job.”

Choso raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room before shrugging. “Alright.” He grabbed Yuuji by the ear, ignoring his loud, pointless laughter, and dragged him out. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the rest of us in tense silence.

Geto lit up a joint, the sharp scent filling the room. I frowned. “It’s a bit early for that, don’t you think?”

He laughed, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “So, you know we’re gonna have to tell Sukuna about this, right?”

I stiffened, my jaw tightening.

“I mean,” Geto continued, his voice casual but pointed, “in his own fucked-up way, he loves Y/N.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Not as much as he loves drugs.”

Gojo, leaning lazily against the wall, straightened up. “That’s low, man. Even for you,” he said, giving me a pointed look. Then, with a shrug, he added, “But I digress. I don’t wanna be all up in you guys’ business, but you really fucked Y/N?.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shot back, my tone sharp.

Gojo pulled out his phone, his grin infuriating. “Oh, you don’t?” He snapped a quick picture and turned the screen toward me. My stomach sank as I stared at the image—my neck, littered with hickeys, evidence I couldn’t deny.

“You’re his best friend, man,” Gojo said, his voice softer now but no less serious. “He’s gonna feel betrayed.”

I stared at the hickies on my neck, my stomach twisting into knots. I hadn’t realized I had marked myself so obviously. It was a stupid mistake, one that now seemed glaringly stupid with Gojo throwing it in my face.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not like that,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.

Geto exhaled a puff of smoke, watching me closely. "You know this isn’t something you can sweep under the rug, right? It’s gonna hit Sukuna hard. And Y/N... She’s not as unaffected as you think. You both fucked up, but it’s not just about the two of you. It's about what it means for everyone around."

I didn't say anything at first. The tension was thick, and I could practically feel the weight of their gazes on me. My mind was already running a mile a minute, trying to figure out how I was gonna get out of this mess I’d made.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck, the guilt creeping in. "It’s just... I don’t know anymore. I just needed to feel something that didn’t hurt."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Does Y/N know that? Or are you just using her to fill a void? ‘Cause from what I can see, she’s not a damn placeholder, Toji. You might wanna be real with her before things get worse."

Geto nodded in agreement. "You know we’re not gonna let you off the hook. You might not care, but Y/N’s not the one who should be caught in the crossfire of your mess."

I ran a hand through my hair, looking out the window for a moment. I could hear the distant sounds of traffic, but it was almost like they were fading into the background. "I fucked up. I know that. But I’m not gonna drag her down with me. I’m not. I just—shit, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m not gonna be the one to break her heart."

I felt a tightness in my chest, realizing just how tangled up I was in this whole situation. If I had stayed away from her, none of this would’ve happened. If I had just respected the boundaries we had before, I wouldn’t be sitting here now, caught between guilt and a mess of my own making.

"You better figure it out, Toji," Gojo said, his voice surprisingly serious. "Sukuna's not gonna take this lightly. You gotta make a choice. Either you fix this, or you make it worse."

I nodded, though it didn’t feel like enough. There was no easy fix here. There was no going back. But I couldn’t walk away, not from Y/N, not from any of this.

As I looked back at them, the weight of the conversation finally hitting me, I realized that the hardest part was just beginning.

I took the joint from Geto, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke swirl out of my mouth. The room was quiet for a bit, the tension thick but manageable. I sat there, trying not to think too hard, just letting the haze settle over me.

Gojo, who’d been staring off into space, suddenly perked up, his eyes widening. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

I frowned, annoyed already. “What’s your problem?”

He turned to me, dead serious. “Did you wrap it up?”

My stomach dropped. I blinked, my mind racing, and then it hit me. I hadn’t.

Gojo sighed, dragging a hand down his face like this was his problem to solve. “Didn’t she fuck Sukuna some weeks ago maybe more idk ?” he asked, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

I froze, staring at him as the implications of his words settled in.

Gojo shrugged, leaning back and taking the joint from my hand. “I doubt she’s… Anyway, Good luck, man.”

And then he laughed, a lazy, careless sound, before taking a long pull from the joint. Smoke curled from his lips as he glanced at me, his grin sharper than it had any right to be.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. My mind raced as Gojo’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. Did you wrap it up? Fuck. No. I didn’t even think about it in the heat of the moment, and now I was spiraling, the reality of it all crashing down on me.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "This just keeps getting worse."

Geto exhaled another cloud of smoke, eyeing me with a mix of sympathy and something close to amusement. "You’re really in the deep end now, huh?"

I didn’t answer him right away. My thoughts were still circling back to Gojo’s question. Y/N and Sukuna... that whole mess. I didn't know what she had been doing with him, but if she’d been with him so recently, what did that mean for us? Was this just some kind of rebound for her? Was I just a stopgap?

Gojo was grinning, clearly enjoying watching me unravel. “I’m not saying it’s all bad, man. But if she’s been with Sukuna—well, good luck to you. That guy’s a wrecking ball.”

"Shut up," I snapped, not really in the mood for Gojo’s careless commentary. "You think I don’t know that?"

But the damage was done. I could feel the pit in my stomach grow deeper. Y/N wasn’t just some girl I hooked up with. Hell, I hadn’t even planned for this, not at all. But what did it mean for her, for me, for Sukuna? I didn’t know anymore. There were so many layers of complication wrapped up in this.

I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a few long moments, trying to steady my breathing. “I gotta talk to her. I gotta fix this,” I muttered more to myself than to anyone else.

“Good luck with that,” Gojo said, grinning like an asshole but still somehow offering an ounce of encouragement. “You’ve got a lot to work through, man. But hey, you’re good at dealing with messes, right?”

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t have anything to say to that.

Instead, I pushed myself off the couch, my mind already racing with how to approach this whole fucked-up situation. First, I had to figure out what Y/N really wanted—and what the hell I even wanted from all this. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

“Yeah,” I said, mostly to myself, trying to convince myself as much as anyone else. “I’ll figure it out.”

But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Gojo continued "Are you really that dumb man. You know how Sukuna's feel about yn break up or not man.."

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let Gojo’s words get to me. But they did, more than I wanted to admit. You know how Sukuna feels about Y/N, break up or not...

I exhaled sharply, my thoughts colliding. The whole situation with Y/N, with Sukuna... it was more complicated than I had ever expected it to be. I could already feel the weight of it bearing down on me.

"I get it, okay?" I shot back, my voice low, but laced with frustration. "I know how Sukuna feels about her. Hell, I was there for some of that mess, wasn’t I?"

Gojo gave me a look, his usual smirk gone, replaced with a rare moment of seriousness. "Then you know better than anyone that this isn’t just some casual hookup, Toji. Sukuna’s not someone you mess with lightly. And he’s not exactly the forgiving type. You know how his mind works."

I ran a hand through my hair again, the tension in my shoulders building. "I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this to happen," I muttered, mostly to myself, though I knew Gojo could hear me.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Gojo leaned forward, tapping the side of his head. "It’s not about what you want or what you don't want. It’s about what’s happened. You messed with Y/N, knowing what kind of mess she’s been dealing with. And now you’ve gonna have Sukuna on your tail. That’s gonna be a whole lot of trouble."

I looked away, frustration bubbling up again. I didn’t need Gojo to remind me. It was like he was rubbing it in, as if I hadn’t been beating myself up over it already. But damn it, he was right. I knew exactly how Sukuna was when he got possessive. And right now, he wasn’t the one I had to worry about.

"It’s not just about Sukuna either," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "It’s about what the hell this means for Y/N. What does she want? Does she even want me, or is this some fucked-up rebound thing with me and her?"

Geto exhaled a long drag from the joint and gave me a look that said everything without words. "You think you’re the first one to get caught up in her chaos?" He raised an eyebrow, taking another hit. "Sukuna is definitely gonna be more messed up over her. You might want to think long and hard about what you're doing."

I didn’t have a response. The truth of the situation hit me harder than I wanted it to. Y/N had always been the kind of person who kept everyone on their toes. She’d been through enough, and maybe I was just another complication she didn’t need.

But now, after everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but feel like I was deeper than I’d ever intended to be. And whether I wanted it or not, things were about to get a hell of a lot messier.

[svtcrus]

THE WORLD OVER YOU || gojo satoru x gen!reader

synopsis: he chooses the world. it will always be for the world. for he is always one step ahead. as it was never about him from the start.

disclaimer: JJK MANGA 261 SPOILERS, lowkey angst, mentions of death

a/n: sorry for being gone! life’s gotten a bit busy..! hope this quick lil blurb will do you guys well :)

“what?” was the first thing said after staring at your lover in silence for the past 2 minutes. your eyes wide threatening with tears, and your brain mangled in confusion.

satoru looks at you with an expression you cannot decipher. his bright blue eyes never seemed to look as empty and emotionless as they do now. his countenance tells you nothing. it leaves you with nothing but shattering confusion.

(SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT)

“my body. i’m giving up my body to yuta if I die. we already talked about it, there will be no changes y/n.” he repeated. as if you didn’t hear it the first time. you understood him loud and clear. you had furrowed brows, a racing heart, and fingers clasping so tight you swear it would leave a scar.

it had just felt like you were born, lived, and died all at once in the spot.

“‘toru you can’t be serious-!” before you knew it you felt slight streams come down your cheeks. and it wasn’t out of the sadness at the idea he had planned this. it was sadness at the fact he may be sacrificing for a society that has only ever used him since the very beginning. that he is allowing them to ruin him, string your lover like a puppet till even after death.

all you had ever wanted was for him to be liberated, freed, unbound from this power. this power and strength; these abilities he was born with since he came to this world. you had all but wanted to see him be just satoru for one moment whether it was in life or when he died.

you were never extremely worried at the thought that satoru would die one day. you had expected— even thought of times— that there may come a day where he’s coming to your arms dangerously harmed or even dead. it was what you signed up for since the day you accepted lifelong commitment with him.

what you did not know that you were also giving up was the very fact given to you today.

“I have to. If we wish to beat sukuna, we have to plan every type of plan we can. we need backup plans, we need more than just a plan a and b.” the sound of his feet clicking against the wooden floors of his office ring. he’s stepping closer, cold hands grasping onto your arms. they glide down to hold your own hands, which are shaking. in which you didn’t even realize were.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is what you and I both knew when we took this job. when you knew of who I am. who I was born to be since the day my six eyes were known…” you could say it was silent, yet at the same time your quiet sniffles was the only thing heard. satoru looked down at you, with only a saddening but acceptive look.

“we both knew I wouldn’t be living till I was 90. with this job? I was fated to fight someone of equal or of stronger power than me. sure this way of life sucks, and if I can I would love to spend another lifetime with you till i’m 90.”

“but it’s simply not possible here… isn’t it? you are willing to do anything yet not everything for me. for you. for us.” you finish off. knowingly understanding that you cannot change this mans mind once he’s made the decision. you should’ve expected this. satoru has always thought ahead since the day you met when you were both still students yourself.

“you’re always one step ahead of me.” satoru lightly chuckles at this. he takes this as a green light to finally embrace you. the setting sun dawning onto his back from behind. and you’ve never felt more warm and cold at the same time.

“my job requires me so... the world requires me so.”

@svtcrus || 05.23.24

do not copy, plagiarize, modify, repost my work

[the-peak-legend-of-first-gen]

You Fill My Void

Being “The strongest” was not just a matter of pride and prestige but came with its own set of responsibilities and baggage for which you don’t need the six eyes to notice.

Gojo Satoru deemed the strongest sorcerer of the Modern Era was staring at the night sky before the battle that will shape the Jujutsu Society and the way forward. Right after getting out of the prison realm and declaring war was not how Gojo thought things would pan out. Having lost numerous comrades, colleagues and the situation of his students, to say Jujutsushi is for crazy people would be an understatement. Pushing yourself to the absolute brink of insanity with your best friend’s dead body stolen, your absence sending shock waves across the whole world and you deciding to fight the strongest sorcerer in history would be the apt way to sum up the life of a sorcerer. They all are calling the upcoming fight as “the Strongest Sorcerer of history vs. the Strongest Sorcerer of today”. Strongest, really? In his teenage he use to say this word so nonchalantly it felt as natural as breathing. But that might be because he wasn’t the strongest alone, there was his best friend Suguru Geto to shoulder this burden. Heck, it wasn’t even a burden when Suguru was around. And all that bliss of power came crashing down with Riko Amanai’s death. They were no longer the strongest, it was his title, his responsibility, his powers, his abilities that you could associate the word ‘Strongest’ to. Everyone around Gojo thought that he had achieved Nirvana and is the new-age Buddha of the Jujustu World. This not only lead him to build walls that were impenetrable more than infinity there were even cracks in his friendship with Geto. This formed a gaping void in his heart for not only he was growing distant from the closest person to him but his presence was now merely reduced to that of a weapon. He was no longer Gojo Satoru, he was Gojo Satoru who is the Strongest. The one because of whom the Star Plasma vessel couldn’t merge with Tengen sama, the one who has to take his murderer’s son under his wing, the one who couldn’t save his best friend because he is only human and the only we can actually help are the ones who are willing to accept the help.

The straw that broke the camel’s back wasn’t Suguru’s defection it was the sick and twisted way his body was used even after his death that led to not only his downfall but the Jujutsu’s Society as a whole. Moments like these made him question his title but Gojo being Gojo was quick to shrug them under the rug.

And before he can further spiral into these what-if scenarios the miko teacher pulls him from the tide.

‘Ugh, Gojo you are going to fight the king of curses tomorrow call it a day already.’, Utahime chimed as it was getting late and of course proper rest was important to fight the King of Curses.

Gojo in his sing song voice goes ‘Someone as weak you cannot go around giving me orders, Utahimeeee’. That sends a wave of fury across the Kyoto teacher because even in this tense situation he hasn’t got rid of his teasing. It’s right old habits die hard. Utahime has just been a dwarf planet in the orbit of the STAR Gojo Satoru. Just merely existing on the fringes but existing nonetheless. Even after 12 years of high school Utahime's constant reprimand to respect her as an elder and his constant teasing has been a source of respite from this cursed world. The void in Gojo’s soul is as hollow as ever but a moment like this eases him a bit or so he thought with the looming threat of battle with Sukuna still hanging at the back of his mind.

Utahime scolds again “Gojo for god sake listen to me once in your life!” He now gives his undivided attention to her noticing that she is giving him her teacher look. “You have a very very crucial fight tomorrow. Stop goofing off.” Noticing the barely concealed frown on his face she goes on “I know you said you will win but still resting for a few hours won’t hurt your ego, dammit. You are not just the strongest but also a teacher, mentor, friend, and colleague. And as much as we want you to finish this all we also want you to return back safely. So listen to me!”

He is caught off-guard for a moment. The ever grumpy Utahime Iori is worried about him how sweet. He is about to pass another teasing remark before he notices the look on Utahime’s face. It’s beautiful he has always thought she is so very beautiful but right now it looks so tragic. It looks like the heavens are singing but they are singing for someone’s funeral. So he swallows hard and says “Right, Utahime sensei is always looking out for others so I am going to respect her care. But once I will beat Sukuna’s ass I will no longer be your servant Utahime.”He laughs like a child who just got candy out of nowhere. The gaping void begins to fill a little bit like tiny drops of water eventually meeting in the ocean but alas there is no ocean only a drought full of scars, betrayals, and hurt over the years.

Utahime admires this serenity. Even though it’s the calm before the storm she likes to take in his every feature. How his ivory lashes touch his cheek when he genuinely laughs, the dimple in his left cheek, and those ocean blue eyes how they light up with true happiness. Gojo notices her intense stare and with the bitter thoughts plaguing his mind he comes across a little rough “What are you staring at?” Utahime smiles again it’s pretty but so sad “You will win, right?” Gojo scoffs “Of course, After all, I am the strongest. But wait are you going to miss me if by 0.0001% I am gone?” She knows he is is teasing and trying to push her buttons but her honest confession lights up something in him “Yes, and after Sukuna is gone I can have you all to myself no longer the burden to prove you are the strongest and no threat looming us”. His jaw almost drops but Satoru Gojo is beyond such display of emotions not when he is unsure whether he is going to win or not, not when he is unsure whether to let her droplets of affection fill his void of heart since love is always a losing game for him.

But with a gentle squeeze of her calloused hands, he finds it so comforting he places his forehead against her and expresses wholeheartedly “I will win”. For Gojo Satoru, Utahime Iori might be a dwarf planet but the only planet that can penetrate his voidful infinity.

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Hiiii could you please add INTP for your MBTI series? 🩷🩷🩷

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 6

INTP + ESFP

Check out Part 5 here

check out part 7 here

a/n: Thank you Anon, @tojiiismyhusband @system753 @venus-xxoo for requesting INTP. Also thank you @suchasecretiveninja for reading 🫶🏻💕 I hope you enjoy these headcanons.

INTP:

Gojo Satoru = Fiancé

As an introvert who relies on the power of mind, I think you'll be fine having a loud extrovert as your partner; Gojo Satoru. INTP appreciates an open-minded partner who is willing to engage with them in intellectual conversations, challenges and debates, and Gojo is the one. INTP has a unique sense of humor that couldn't be understood by everyone, so with Gojo being witty, he'll find no problem in matching your vibe and continuing with your jokes even in serious situations, making the relationship even more enjoyable. Gojo is egocentric, so your wittiness would humble him everytime. INTPs prioritize logic, but also crave emotional connection which is the case for Satoru, he's so affectionate with you, and willing to satisfy your emotional needs. A balance between intellectual discussion and emotional support. Also both of you value independency so none of you feels restricted in the relationship. Let's not forget that Gojo is an ENTP so you're basically his introverted version.

Megumi Fushiguro = Friend

INTP values friendships that align with intellectual curiosity, and with Megumi being an intellectual himself with smart ideas, you'd totally become hooked. You would engage in deep existential conversations, debate and explore abstract concepts, while at the same time you respect each other solitude and independence without forcing your opinions on each other. Megumi is an honest person and honesty is something that INTP values. You are a fan of constructive criticism and feedback, you accepted it as long as it makes you grow mentally. Despite being logical most of the time you still have warm emotions which is the heart of your friendship.

Toji Fushiguro = Has a crush on you

INTPs are determined despite being a huge procrastinators. Toji likes how logical and rational you are and how you neglect your feelings when taking decisions and life choices. Despite being an introvert you engage well in conversations in public making you look like as if you are an extrovert. You are good at making your voice and ideas heard and understood. Toji appreciates your self-confidence even though you hide a lot of anxiety inside of you. He is also charmed by your mockery for situations that others may find scary, but you manage to find a humor in them, even though your humor serves as a coping mechanism. All these qualities made Toji drawn to you.

Ryomen Sukuna = Love hate relationship

Sukuna loves you but hates you at the same time. Despite him seeing humans as inferiors, he can't help the attraction he has for your badass side. He is attracted to your analytical thinking and overly logical mindset. As the king of curses, he sees human emotions as a weakness and burden so seeing a human who actually relies on their mind and neglect feelings intrigued him. Your unique and controversial thinking is also another hook for his interest. Your witty side completely swept him off his feet, you're kind of similar in this. Having a mocking and quirky kind of humor is kinda relatable for him. But at the same time he hates your resistance. INTPs worship independence and freedom, they completely oppose submission to someone else and don't accept forced rules. Let's not forget that Sukuna is an extrovert so extroverts that want to forcefully dominate introverts for perceiving them as shy individuals who are unable to defend themselves is a type that INTPs can't stand and that's how the tension / hate between you too was born.

ESFP:

Aoi Todo = Boyfriend

ESFP is a lively and affectionate partner you, totally match Todo energy. Your presence keeps him recharged, your energy and enthusiasm are infectious. Despite him being strong both physically and mentally he still needs your affection to function properly. INTP infuses excitement and passion in the relationship. Given that both of you and Todo are extroverts you thrive on social interactions and enjoy spending time together doing fun and spontaneous activities. You also have similar love languages. Both of you are also sensors so you have an awareness of each other's discomfort which brings a huge understanding between the two of you.

Geto Suguru = Rival

One thing that was able to make you consider Geto as your enemy; lack of emotions and empathy. ESFPs are highly emotional individuals they are expressive and very sympathetic towards others. Geto's ruthless side clashes with your nature, effortlessly creating a hurdle. His behaviors choices and mindset go against your principals and values leading to a significant conflict. You can connect with trustworthy people but with him there's no connection, you believe that empathetic individuals can't be trusted as they only care about their own desires without taking into account other people's well-being. On the other hand, Geto sees you as weakling and a burden on society for simply being an emotionally oriented.

Kamo Noritoshi = Source of comfort.

As someone who has dealt with a lot, lacking the families' warmth in his life, he always find himself indirectly dependent on you for some comfort. ESFP excels at expressing empathy through both words and actions Despite Noritoshi skills at hiding his emotions, you as a sensor you can sense his troubled spirit and provide for him a safe space by acknowledging and understanding his feelings without judgment and serve as a listener when he's ready to open up. Aside from comfort you also radiate a contagious positive energy that can break through the toughest walls. It makes ESFPs happy knowing that they had a positive impact on people around them.

Thank you for reading, remember this piece of writing is just for fun, also IMO so it's not necessarily accurate ✨