#i will never get over her... my favorite girl along nobara..

[katsukistofu]

pls write more megumi!!!! i love how you wrote your recent fic ugh hes so perfecttttt

your wish is my command <3 tysm for enjoying sweetheart i’m glad you liked it ! :)

here comes the sun

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ m. fushiguro x fem reader. fluff. ★ car rides are more bearable when they’re with you.

It’s barely five minutes into the drive and Megumi’s already thinking that Itadori needs to have his license revoked. For life.

His hand darts over to cup the side of your head with a gentle yet firm grip, almost reflexively at this point, stopping you from hurling into the sidedoor after a particularly nasty jostle, for the third curse-forsaken time in a row.

“I think you missed running over a curb back there.” Megumi says dryly in the direction of the front seat.

A cool, summer breeze ruffles his hair as he carefully readjusts your head so instead of lolling to the side, it’s resting on his shoulder. There. That should be much more comfortable for you.

“Hey!” Itadori protests, hands a bit shaky on the wheel. He’s wearing pajama pants with little Spider-mans on them. “I’ve never been in a fancy car without a roof. I’m just getting used to her, that's all.”

“Her?”

“Yeah. Donna.”

Megumi arches a brow. “You named the car.”

“I mean that’s what sensei called her.”

“…Of course he did.”

“Can you two shut up?” Nobara hisses. She’s clad in her own Powerpuff Girl pajamas and Her eyes are still covered by the pink sleep mask that came as a matching set with your pants but you gave it to her instead . “We’re trying to sleep.”

“You are. She’s been knocked out.” Itadori points at you, who’s clinging onto Megumi’s arm like a koala.

“Only because I made sure you wouldn’t wake her up with your shitty driving.” Megumi scowls, curling a protective arm around your waist as the car swerves a little too far left for his liking. His Batman pajama pants brush against your Hello Kitty ones as his thigh bumps against yours, and if you were awake he knew you’d make a joke about them kissing.

“Eyes on the road, idiot.”

Itadori huffs and turns back around to face the wheel. Thankfully you’re still snoozing away, although the way you’re nuzzling into his neck is starting to make him feel a little warm.

Maybe he should have taken his jacket off and put it on top of your blanket.

They pass a herd of cows and Megumi can’t help the upward tug of his lips, remembering your excited squeals when they passed one earlier just an hour ago, chanting ‘Gumi look, Gumi look!’

“I see them,” he had said, more focused on readjusting your seat belt that had somehow unbuckled itself.

With a grin you pointed to a pair that was grazing near a patch of berry bushes. “Those two kind of look like us.”

He finally looks up after making sure you’re safely fastened, hand still softly resting on your waist.

“You’re right, one looks like it doesn’t even know it’s eating grass.”

The pleasant memory of your giggles are drowned out and he narrows his eyes as of course, Itadori and Nobara choose that moment to crank up the radio. It’s a band he never cared for, but remembers the name of along with the lyrics to a few songs because he knows they’re your favorite.

“Turn. It. Down.” Megumi mouths at them, but it’s too late and you’re already starting to blearily open your eyes. The boy that has you tucked beside him sighs in defeat.

On your side of the car, the sun is starting to set and it casts a soft, golden glow like a blanketed halo on your cheekbones down to the tip of your nose, to your cute lips. The rays caress your face in a way he only does in the privacy of his room, with you gently pinned underneath him.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Itadori grins, handing his phone to you. “Can you check if I’m going the right way real quick?”

You lean forward and blink against Megumi’s strong arm that’s suddenly in front of you, still half-asleep.

“Don’t tell her to do it, dipshit, she just woke up.” He glares at Itadori, taking the phone from him instead and taps the screen a few times. With his head leaning to the other side once he rests back into his seat, he wordlessly makes space for you to rest yours on his shoulder again and you do so happily.

“You were supposed to make a U-turn ten minutes ago.” Megumi deadpans as you yawn, still drowsy from your nap.

“Oh fuck.”

The four of you are finally at the picnic site, after what seems like driving for hours.

“Megumi!” You bound up to him like an overexcited puppy, and he bites back a laugh at your eagerness to show him whatever you found. “Close your eyes.”

If it was Itadori or Nobara, he would have definitely asked “Why?” before they pulled another one of their endless pranks on him but since it's you, he shuts them.

There’s a cool sensation that glides against his ear, and he realizes it’s a petal. You’re tucking a flower into his hair, you must’ve found it under the tree where they parked. His eyes flutter open and he’s met with your familiar, adoring stare that never fails to twist his stomach into knots.

“It’s a peach blossom. Pretty, um, like you.” You mumble, suddenly shy as he gazes down at you with the barest hint of a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

No one’s around, Itadori and Nobara have long gone to find the perfect spot to set down the blanket, and Megumi brushes a quick kiss to your temple.

“Thank you.”

The peace of the afternoon is short lived when he walks with you to meet up with Nobara and Itadori, who have somehow attracted a group of ducks from the nearby pond. One nips at Itadori’s butt, who narrowly manages to dodge it while Nobara is holding her Balenciaga purse high out of the feathered menaces reaches. “Stop that, this was almost two hundred thousand yen!”

Megumi rolls his eyes and barely manages to stifle a snort. He holds your own purse that he’s been carrying this whole time steady for you as you dig into it and whip a paper grocery bag out.

“I have lettuce, don't worry guys!”

His midnight blue eyes glint with fondness as they follow your figure when you bend down to feed the ducks and kindly lead them away from the food that’s sprawled out on the picnic blanket, talking to them like you would with a baby kitten.

Oh he’s going to kiss you breathless later.

Nobara and Itadori nearly fall to your feet. “Our savior!” They cry in unison and you laugh, patting them both on the back. Your best friend then gets up and smacks Itadori with the side of her bag.

“I told you we should have left the chips in the car! Those ducks could have choked to death and it’d all be your fault.”

Your other best friend pouts. “But they were pizza flavored, I wanted to savor them under the flowers!”

“Ew.” Nobara says, already shoving one of them in her mouth, and she holds another chip up to your lips for you to try. “They taste gross, right?”

You chew thoughtfully, and sneak your hand into the open bag to get a few to feed Megumi. “Hm. Could be better.”

“Yeah it's kind of lacking,” Megumi says, his soft lips brushing against your fingers as he takes his another cautious bite.

“Don’t you three say that with your mouth full!”

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So the car got towed.

Gojo’s fuming and Megumi’s pretty sure he’s going to try grounding the four of you, but with a simple bribe of his favorite zunda and cream kikufuku courtesy of your culinary skills his forgiveness is easily attainable.

He absentmindedly wonders if you knead the delicious dough you make from scratch the same way you randomly pinch his cheeks.

The glow of the passing streetlights behind him reflects in your eyes like a thousand tiny, shooting stars and when he looks into them he swears he can see the Milky Way. They’re fighting to stay open after you tiredly slump onto the train’s last empty seat, sandwiched between Nobara and Itadori’s already dozing forms who were scrolling through nail art ideas with you just moments before as he occasionally made comments when you prompted him to, “Would look cute on you” and “That color’s nice” falling from his lips. His eyes soften as he looks at you.

“Gumi…” You softly murmur and his head perks up.

“Yeah?” He leans in closer to hear you, and bites back a chuckle as you mumble something unintelligible. “It’s okay, go to sleep. I’ll stand here and watch you guys.”

“M’kay. ‘Night ‘night, love you.” Is all you whisper before passing out.

“I love you too,” Megumi mutters under his breath, low enough so that it falls on no one else’s ears in the car. You can’t hear him because you fell asleep before you could, but he doesn’t care, he says it anyway and hopes that as his words linger in the air it brings you sweet dreams.

He notices the faint goosebumps on your thighs and takes off his jacket in one swift motion to cover your lap. You’re wearing a shorter skirt than usual today, and like hell he’d let you freeze because of the train’s air conditioning.

His burning eyes flick up from your unaware, adorably blissful face to shoot a scathing glare at the man who’s been glancing your way since you got on the train, and steps closer to shield you entirely from his view. The intimidated stranger looks away quickly, and a small, victorious smirk makes it way across his lips.

That’s right you were his girl, and he’s going to make damn sure everyone knows that.

[figgolu]

MAI??? MAI??? MAI ON CHAPTER 198?? MY MAI??

[just-jordie-things]

confessions - fushiguro megumi

word count: 6.3k warnings: implied underage drinking + swearing summary: just a couple friends who are secretly in love with each other.  until one of them has a bit too much to drink and confesses.  classic. more info: friends to lovers + drunk confession tropes!! characters are aged up to a college time period

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The ringing of his phone was the harshest thing Megumi had ever heard.  It startled him from his sleep as soon as it started.  He was usually a light sleeper, just in case he needed to be wide awake at any point for some kind of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly the emergency that he was worried about though.

“Hello?” He muttered into the phone, wondering what the hell Itadori needed at two in the morning.

“Heeeyyyy…. Fushigurooo….”

Oh god.

“What happened?” Megumi groaned, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

“So remember last week when we met that guy at the coffee shop? And he invited us to his party? And you told us we shouldn’t go?”

Megumi didn’t even answer, just let out a long sigh, and waited for his idiot friend to continue.

“Well… we went anyways”

“Yeah, I got that,” The tired boy grumbled.  “What happened?”

“Not much, it’s pretty fun, everyone’s really nice and there’s a ton of booze here!”

“Skip ahead”

“Well, uh, (y/n) is having a great time…”

Now that had his attention.  He was already sitting up and going to his closet to put on the appropriate clothes.

“Is she okay?” He asked, holding his phone between his face and shoulder while trying to jump into his pants.  “What’s going on? Send me your address I’ll be right there”

“I mean, she’s fine..?” Itadori said unsurely.  “She’s just uh… well, she had a lot to drink and now a bunch of people are daring her to do stuff”

“What!?” Megumi shrieked, running out of his room with his shirt half on and a jacket in his free hand.  “What kind of stuff, Yuji!?”

“Well, she’s about to do her tenth backflip in a row- honestly it’s kinda impressive with how much she’s had to drink that she hasn’t thrown up- but uh yeah, it’s getting kinda out of hand and she’s pretty wasted- oh my god she just took another shot-”

“I’m on my way, just try to keep her distracted from any more flips- or shots! Alright?”

“I’m trying! But it’s so cool!”

“Itadori!”

“Right! Safety first! I’ll see if she’ll drink some water”

Megumi had only seen (y/n) drink once before.  She wasn’t as hammered as she sounds now, but he remembered it being impossible to get her to sober up.  Every attempt of giving her a bottle of water resulted in that bottle being thrown at the closest thing, or person.

As he makes his way as quickly as possible towards the location Yuji had texted him, he just hoped that she was being safe.  Or as safe as she could while completely intoxicated. ___

“Alright, alright, gimme something hard this time, huh?” (y/n) bragged, hands on her hips and a beam that spread across her whole face.

The strangers at the party were currently worshiping her, and she was loving it.  It was hilarious to her that regular people could be so enamored with someone over a few simple flips.

This was barely even a warm up for her.  On the days where (y/n) found herself training, gymnastics was a breeze.  A back handspring? As easy as walking.  A flip? A backflip? Maybe even consecutively? She wouldn’t even break a sweat.  The movements all came so easy to her after years of training her body to be able to get her out of any sticky situation.

Jujutsu Tech really gave her a leg up with the regular folks, and it was just as entertaining for her to see their reactions as it was for them to watch a drunk girl complete twelve backflips in a row without losing her footing or throwing up.  Never before had she seen people so impressed by this sort of thing, somethin she found so simple

Normally attention wasn’t her favorite thing, (y/n) tended to blend in and enjoy her own company rather than go seeking some rambunctious party.  But somehow she’d let Yuji and Nobara talk her into tagging along, and now she was having the time of her life.

“Off the table!” One girl shouted in the crowd.  “A flip off the table!”

“Really?” (y/n) huffed.  “That’s the best you got?”

“Actually the show’s over everyone!” (y/n’s) pink haired friend pushed his way through the crowd.  “Come on (y/n/n), it’s time to get some water and steal some snacks and go back home”

Yuuji reached his hand out to her, trying to be friendly in his approach, knowing that she didn’t respond well to being told what to do.

Unless it was Megumi, she did tend to listen to him better than anyone, but he wasn’t here yet and Yuji was starting to get anxious that she’d hurt herself if she kept up with the stunts.

“Don’t be lame,” (y/n) mumbled, grabbing Yuji’s hand, but not budging from where she stood.  “I have to have a big finish!”

There were a few whoops and cheers, people hoisting their red plastic cups in the air to egg her on, and it was enough to make (y/n) laugh and clap her hands.

“See!” She told Yuji.  “Help me think of something awesome to do!”

“Why?” Yuji asked.  “What’s it matter? You’ll never see these people again, let’s just go home-”

“No way,” (y/n) let go of his hand and walked away from him.  “I need ideas, people!”

Yuji looked back at Nobara, who was standing by the door awaiting Megumi’s arrival.  The red head gave him a wince and a shrug of her shoulders, not knowing how to deescalate the situation.

“Do it off the banister!” Someone hollered, hands cupped over their mouth so their voice would carry over the crowd and music.

It reached (y/n’s) ears like the tiny devil on her shoulder whispered it right into her ear.  And the look that crossed her face told Yuuji that he needed to call Megumi and get him here faster.

“Don’t you dare!” The pink haired boy said with a threatening finger pointed at her.

Unfortunately, this only spurred on her drunken desire to entertain, and with a smirk, (y/n) ran up the stairs.

“Fuck!” Yuji shouted, running after her.

But the crowd wasn’t giving him room the way they parted for (y/n), since he wasn’t doing any cool stunts like she was.  So he had to push and crawl his way to the staircase, cursing under his breath that Megumi was being so slow.

(y/n) was hoisting herself up over the banister, and with surprising grace she made it over, standing on the tiny edge of the stair that poked out, overlooking the whole living room of the stranger’s house.  

Yuji looked up at her with his jaw slack, his expression begging her to just come down and stop being crazy.  He knew he was in big trouble once Megumi got here and saw what she was doing.

As if on cue, Nobara was hollering out to Yuji, and he looked over to see Megumi jogging up to the house, panting as he made it inside, only to find (y/n) at the top of the stairs.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” The ravenette grumbled.  “How the hell did this happen?”

“Don’t look at me, she was making her own drinks tonight, I didn’t think she needed a babysitter” Nobara said, following him into the crowd.

He just gave her an annoyed look, before it was replaced with worry as he tried to get (y/n’s) attention.

However, before he could holler at her, she was turning around, and leaping off the staircase.

Megumi was pushing people to the ground trying to get to her before she could hit the ground and seriously injure herself.  But she’d already flipped once, twice, and then landed on her feet, perfectly balanced on the floorboards.

The crowd went nuts, the music blasting louder than before and slowly their cheers turned into dancing and everyone moved on with the night.  Finally people moved out of the way, and Megumi and Yuji got to (y/n) at the same time.

“Megumi!” (y/n’s) face lit up with delight upon seeing her most adored friend.  She threw her arms towards him, grabbing onto his hands and smiling even wider.  “Did you see what I did? Did you see me do a backflip off the stairs?”

If he wasn’t here for the reason he was, he might have gone into cardiac arrest, seeing those (y/e/c) eyes staring into his own with all the happiness in the world, like nothing could possibly bring her any more joy than him being there in front of her right now.

“Yeah, (y/n), I saw it-”

“Wasn’t it cool!?”

She looked so happy that he almost felt bad for bursting her bubble.  But then he saw her swaying a bit on her feet, and remembered what he was doing here in the first place.

“It was dangerous, (y/n), you could have seriously hurt yourself-”

“Oh come on, you sound like Yuji now,” (y/n) said, letting go of his hands and giving him a dismissive wave.  “Hey, now that you’re here, you want a drink-?”

“No, I’m here to take you home” Megumi said firmly.

(y/n) rolled her eyes.

“I don’t want to go home yet, I’m having fun-”

“You don’t even know these people, and you’re being reckless,” Megumi told her.  “Either you walk out with me, or I make you go”

“And how do you think you’re going to manage that?” (y/n) asked, crossing her arms and smirking coyly.

Megumi and Yuji shared a look, and then the blue eyed boy shrugged his shoulders, before grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder with ease.

She squealed in surprise, and tried to thrash in his hold, but the alcohol in her system was prohibiting her from properly releasing herself.

He got her all the way out the door before she gave up, and slumped in his hold.

“You can put me down now,” (y/n) sighed once they were outside.  “I won’t fight you”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” She mumbled.  “I just want to go home now”

“Alright then” Megumi agreed, and bent over to carefully set her back on her feet.  He kept his hands on her arms to steady her, just to make sure she wasn’t too drunk to balance herself.

When he deemed her safe to keep going, he let her go, and they walked side by side along the sidewalk.

“Did Yuji call you?” She asked him after a few beats of silence.

“Yes” Megumi answered, hands in his pockets and gaze set forward as they walked.

“I knew it,” (y/n) muttered.  “How come they get to stay at the party?”

“Because they’re not as drunk as you are,” Megumi said matter of factly.  “And I don’t really care if they want to be stupid”

“Oh, so you’re saying you care about me?” She asked, folding her hands behind her back and grinning up at him like she just found out a great secret.

“Of course, we’re friends” Megumi answered, biting his tongue.

“Right, but you’re friends with Yuji and Nobara too,” She reminded him.  “And you didn’t walk all the way to a party and then haul them out on your shoulder,” The more she thought about it, the warmer her face felt, and butterflies began to swarm in her stomach.  “So that kinda just leads me to believe that you care about me… more”

Megumi didn’t say anything, just held his breath and kept walking.  If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was pretending he couldn’t even hear her.

She looked up at him, studying his side profile like she hadn’t already memorized every perfect inch of his perfect face.

“Megumi,” She spoke, softly, and with a smile on her lips.  He glanced down at her warily.  “I care about you too” She told him sweetly.

Her hand looped into his arm, and she pulled herself closer to him as they walked.  Her little drunk smile remained as she leaned her head on his bicep, quietly enjoying his company.

His initial shock wore off, leaving behind a small and bashful smile as he gazed down at the girl.

He almost wanted to confess to her- the words were right there on the tip of his tongue- but he just couldn’t.  It wouldn’t be right, telling her his feelings when she wasn’t of sound mind.

When she’s sober tomorrow.  He told himself.  First thing.  I’ll tell her.  For real this time.

“The weather is perfect,” (y/n’s) voice drew him back out of his thoughts.  “It’ll get cold soon, and we won’t be able to walk like this.  But this, this right now is perfect”

Megumi looked up at the trees, the leaves starting to turn red and yellow and orange, on the brink of falling as autumn approaches.  He liked this season too.

“We can walk more before it gets too cold” He told her.

(y/n) didn’t say anything, just smiled at him.

It’s quiet for a few more minutes, but it’s comfortable between them.  (y/n’s) used to the quietness that follows Megumi.  She liked it, even.

“Why’d you do it anyway?” He asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Do what?” She asked, too lost in her thoughts as she stared off at the trees.

“What was with your little display back there?” Megumi asked.  “At the party?”

“Oh, that,” She giggled, “Yeah, that was fun”

“You and I have different ideas of fun” Megumi grumbled.

“I think my little display was fantastic,” She argued.  “And I think everyone at the party who cheered for me, agrees with me too”

Megumi rolls his eyes.

“What’s your issue, hm?” (y/n) asked.  “Cause it was actually a lot of fun there, and everyone seemed to be having a great time!”

“I just don’t get it.  You didn’t have to do all of that”

“No, but it was fun!”

“You think it’s fun to show off to a bunch of strangers?”

She shrugs her shoulders, pursing her lips as though contemplating the question, although she wasn’t at all.

“I think it’s fun getting people to cheer for you over mundane things”

“To them, it isn’t mundane,” Megumi says.  “To them it’s incredible.  People like them don’t go through what we do.  So they’ll always cheer for you.  That doesn’t make it special”

“Well you’re a real sweet talker aren’t you?” (y/n) muttered in annoyance.

To think she was actually having a nice moment with him, getting that warm, fluttery feeling she gets whenever he’s around.  Maybe it was the alcohol in her system that suddenly struck her with annoyance, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t really care.

“I don’t get you, ‘gumi” She breathed out, eyes trained down on the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for cracks so she wouldn’t trip.

“No, you don’t get normal people,” Megumi replied.  “You understand me- people like us- perfectly well”

“Is that right?” (y/n) scoffed quietly.

“It’s exactly right,” He was quick to answer, fed up with this conversation.  “I don’t know why you care about them-”

“I don’t-”

“You clearly did enough to want to do something stupid for them,” Megumi snapped, annoyed by her arguing.

Couldn’t he just get her back to the dorms and in bed with a glass of water? Did he have to deal with all the in-between bullshit too?

“It’s funny, I’m actually the one that doesn’t understand you,” He laughs bitterly, and (y/n) looks up from the sidewalk, but he refuses to look back at her.  “You’re one of the best sorcerers I know.  You’re quick, and no nonsense, and everytime I get paired up with you I thank fucking god because you’re the only person I could ever want to work with.  I don’t have to worry about your safety, because I trust you,”

He pauses, and he really wants to look down at her, to read her expression so he knew exactly how she was perceiving his words.  (y/n) was pretty damn good at reading people, it was one of her many strengths.  Unfortunately, having her decipher his every hidden thought made him weak.

He could feel it, in the way his fingers trembled, even though the late night breeze was warm.  His face felt warm, and he could only hope that she wouldn’t see the pink color that was starting to creep over his cheeks.

“Megumi- ah!”

Before (y/n) could voice her thoughts, her foot got caught in an uneven lip on the sidewalk, sending her vaulting forward.  The hand that she’d had hooked around Megumi’s arm was now outstretched, hoping to brace her for impact as there was no other way for her to break her fall.

Except, of course, there was Megumi, who was quicker to react than she was in her inebriated state.

Just as she was closing her eyes, expecting her body to hit the hard pavement, she was lifted backwards, an arm looped around her middle, swooping her back onto her feet in a swift motion.  The force and surprise of it all made her gasp, eyes flying open to assess what the hell just happened.

And there he was, right before her, arm still wrapped around her waist, maybe to stabilize her, or maybe he too was just in shock from the moment, and how close she is to him now.

In reality only a few seconds have passed but it feels like eternity before she finally looks up at him.

“I… I think I might be an idiot”

The hushed words weren’t exactly what Megumi was expecting, but nonetheless a sarcastic reply fell from his lips without a second thought.

“Oh? What clued you in?”

A breathless laugh escapes her lips, soft, sweet, and instantly washing away any worry he might have felt about her trip.

“You,” She said, like it was enough of an answer, like it made sense to him at all.

But while his brows were furrowed, her eyes were swirling with something he’d never seen in them before.  It made him feel even weaker than before.

“Megumi I want to tell you something”

She leans forward a little, and it takes every part of him to refrain from leaning away, from putting the distance he seemed safe between them.  He didn’t want her to think that his flinch meant something he didn’t mean for it to.

So he stayed put, and let her move in until she was only an inch from her nose bumping against his.

“O-okay” He stammers over his words, because he’s not exactly the smoothest of guys to begin with, and (y/n) was the only person that could tear down his nonchalant demeanor with just that look in her eyes.

“I trust you too,” She begins, a smile curling on the ends of her lips.  “Always have.  There’s no one else I’d rather get paired up with”

At that, she’s beaming, as though she’s bestowed the highest compliment she could upon him.  Megumi finds himself smiling as well, simply because she is, but he had to admit they were still comforting words.

“Alright, (y/n/n),” He sighs, “Let’s get back”

Before he can side step out of her way, her hands reach out, laying ever so gently across his chest.  The touch is feather light, and yet it stopped him in his tracks.  He wouldn’t dare move now.

“Wait, there’s more,” She said softly.  “There’s also no one else I’d want to train with,” She says, pausing for a moment, feeling the nerves start to build up inside of her.  “Or study with, since I’d fail out of school otherwise,” She adds, giggling after.  “And when Nobara drags us all shopping on our day off, hiding with you so she doesn’t force us to try on all the clothes she picks out for us is the only reason I even go,”

He’s starting to feel his face get hotter, and he knows he’s probably blushing at this point, but he’s not as embarrassed about it as before.  Not when she’s got the same rosy color on her cheeks the more she talks.

“You’re the only person I ever want to be around,” She says, sounding a little more serious than before.  “I don’t care about a bunch of people cheering for me- although it’s nice- it’s not like I need it, and I don’t want it”

“I’m glad” Megumi sighs.  He didn’t know what else to say, and was starting to get overwhelmed by this whole conversation.  

He was confused, and the fluttery feeling in his chest was making him nervous that (y/n) would be able to hear his heart beating erratically in his chest.

“I just want the guy that comes to take me home when I’m… being an idiot,”

His eyes widen in the slightest, but he remains silent, because he’s not totally sure of what she wants to say, and he just can’t let himself jump ahead of it all.  He can’t be a fool.

“Megumi,” (y/n) whispers his name, her eyes flickering down to his lips, which were parted, and it took her a second to meet his eyes again.

This isn’t how she always imagined she’d do it.  She always hoped that it would be the most perfect setting, romantic, and just the two of them.  She also never planned on doing this while intoxicated but here she was, so she might as well make the most of the present, right?

As she took in their surroundings, she figured it could be worse.  It was the middle of the night, so they were completely alone, without the hindrance of dog walkers or bicyclists that refused to just use the street.  And at least it was pretty, with the fall colors scattered around them.

Maybe this was just as perfect of a time as ever.

“I… I like you, you know… a lot…” She trails off, hoping he’d say something, but the boy seemed stunned into silence, leaving her to fill the silence between them.  “Like as more than a friend”

“What?”

The word was small, his mouth barely moved as he spoke, but (y/n) heard it loud and clear.

“I do” She murmurs, shrugging one of her shoulders almost helplessly.

Megumi remains silent, his eyes flickering between hers, as if he needed to make sure she wasn’t lying to him.  As if she could ever.

When he looks at her, all he sees is sincerity.  In the way her brows draw upwards, her eyes rounded, the corner of her lips wavering in a nervous smile the longer he stares at her in silence.

Slowly, her features began to fall.

“Come on,” Megumi sighed, taking her hands from his chest.  “We gotta get some water in you before you sleep this off”

He begins walking before she can protest, leaving her to follow behind him, confused, and hurt.

“Okay…” She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the awkward feeling in the air.

She’d just confessed the feelings that she’d kept bottled up inside for months, and he completely ignores it?

Her heart sank to her stomach, and she kept her head down the rest of the walk back to their campus.

The only reason someone would straight up ignore a confession like that would be if they didn’t feel the same way.

(y/n) felt like she could cry.  Or throw up.  She’d probably be doing both as soon as Megumi dropped her off and left her alone for the night.  He’d probably be leaving her alone for a while.

Tears pricked her eyes, she couldn’t stop them, at the thought of everything being ruined now, because she went and got lost in those pretty blue eyes and just had to open her big mouth and start telling her best friend every sweet warm feeling he’d given her.

When she let out a small sniffle, small enough that she thought she was in the clear, Megumi glanced down at her, picking up on it instantly.

He didn’t say anything right away, even though his mouth opened instantly, no words came out.  Any idea on how to comfort her flew out the window, because he didn’t understand why she was sniffling and holding back tears.

Was this his doing? He wondered, facing forward as they walked through the main entrance of Jujutsu High.  Had he made her cry? Was he too cruel? He’d tried to keep it simple, light, easy.  But what was he supposed to do?

The sniffles stopped as they silently made their way to the dorms.  Megumi thought he might be more troubled by her silence.

A silent (y/n) was almost never a good sign.

She was mouthy, it was one of his favorite things about her.  In training, she always teased her partners- and if Megumi happened to be her partner that day she never held back.  Out in action, she couldn’t exorcize a demon without the perfect sayonara.  Even if they were watching a movie together, she was always leaning in close to whisper little comments to him.

Rarely did she not share her every thought with him.

So a silent and drunk (y/n) put him so close to the edge that he was starting to get antsy.

When they reached the dorms, she broke away from his side, making her way down the hall to her room without another word, not even a goodnight.

Okay.  Now he knows he’s in trouble.

“(y/n), wait,” Megumi sighed, making her stop just as she reached for her door.

She looked over at him, and he felt like the biggest asshole on the planet.

Her eyes barely had any light in them, in fact there were still crystals brimming at their edges, waiting to spill over as soon as he couldn’t see.  And although she tried to keep her features neutral, the tremble in her lip gave it all away.

Megumi tucked his hands into his pockets as he made his way over to her, taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings-”

“It’s whatever, Megumi,” (y/n) cut him off, not wanting to hear the whole ‘we’re better off as friends’ talk.  “I get it.  You don’t feel the same.  It’s fine”

She shook her head a bit, eyes squeezing shut like she was trying to convince herself of her own words.  Her drunkenness was starting to fade in with the rejection depression.  It was the worst thing she’s ever felt, and a curse almost gnawed her whole arm off once.

“What?”

Her eyes opened upon his quiet question, the single word barely even came out in a whisper, and it was enough to put a furrow in her brows.

“That’s- that’s what you think?” He stammered over his words a bit, but seemed otherwise sure of his ask.

(y/n) could barely process why he was confused, much less form the words to ask.  So instead she stood there, staring up at him, with that knot in her brow and her lips suddenly still.

“(y/n/n)... (y/n) that’s not why I didn’t say anything-”

“Then why didn’t you?” In her frustration, she found her voice, and it echoed down the empty corridors.

(Luckily over the weekends most students went back to their own homes, so the likelihood of waking anyone up was low, but Megumi flushed with color out of embarrassment nonetheless)

“We can have this conversation in the morning, you’ve been drinking, and-”

“So?” She snapped, cutting him off again.

“So?” Megumi repeated, scoffing.  “So you don’t know what you’re talking about, and you shouldn’t go confessing things unless you’re sober”

“Oh, I’m sorry that my confession of love for you wasn’t at the best time,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, before crossing her arms over her ches defensively.  “Next time I’ll be sure to ask, that way, you know, I don’t have to inconvenience you”

“You love me?”

Before (y/n) could continue on her rant, her features fell, and she’s left to stare up at his wide eyes.

“You didn’t say you loved me, you said you liked me”

“W-well that’s what I meant”

“What did you mean? Because there’s a huge difference between those two things, (y/n/n).  This is what I meant when I said you can’t just go confessing things when you’re drunk!”

“Well I'll take it back, then, okay!?” (y/n) shouted back at him.  “Now you don’t have to fucking worry about it! Just- just forget I said anything at all”

She turns to open the door, but she’s pulled away from the handle before she could do anything.

“No, I’m not doing that,” Megumi said, his voice clear of any stammers.

(y/n’s) standing there, wide eyed, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush (which she was), her eyes flickering quickly between his hand on her wrist, and his eyes, which were boring holes into hers.

She always wondered if he was able to see her soul, or if she was just being paranoid.

“Tell me right now-”

“Megumi-”

“Tell me right now,” He repeats, his voice quieter, but somehow holding much more sincerity, “How you feel about me”

At the instruction, her lips dropped open, forming an ‘o’, and moving a few times, but no sound came out.

She was stunned, absolutely stunned.

And then her eyebrows fell, creating that knot between them that Megumi had grown accustomed to.  It was her helpless face.  Whether she’d gotten pinned down during training, or was too late to the ramen stand to get the flavor she wanted, he’d seen it more times than he could count.

And then, with a short breath, and a glance down to her feet so she didn’t have to look him in the eye while embarrassing herself.

“I… I am in love with you,” She said, and despite her humiliation, she kept her voice steady.  “I have been for a while and… and I’m not just saying it cause I was drinking.  Well- I mean, it helped, but I did mean it,”

Finally, she tilts her head back up, meeting those cursed blue eyes that made her weak in the knees.

“I would never say that if I didn’t mean it” She tells him, seriously.

Megumi leans his head against the wall, looking down at her, catching the way crystals began to bead around the corners of her eyes, on the verge of slipping over those pretty lashes and staining her cheeks.  He frowns.

“Why are you crying?” He asks softly, reaching out, delicately laying his fingers against her cheek, before smoothing his palm over her skin.

“Because,” She whines quietly, closing her eyes to will herself not to let any of her tears fall.

He feels a single drop fall against the knuckle of his thumb.

“Now you know and it’s embarrassing and you don’t feel the same and now it’s gonna be weird-”

Before she could finish her weak little rant, Megumi’s other hand came up to her face, cupping her cheeks gently before leaning off the wall, and leaning down to press his lips against hers.

It was quick, almost chaste.  Nothing like any other first kiss she’s ever had.  There weren't any fireworks, time didn’t slow down, it was simple.  As though they’d kissed each other a thousand times.  And this was just another casual peck.

The casual-ness of it wore off as soon as he had pulled back, just a second or two later, leaving (y/n) with her jaw almost on the floor.

His thumb stroked softly under her eye, catching a few other tears that had snuck out onto her cheek.

“I’m sorry you’re embarrassed,” He speaks first,a teasing lilt to his tone and a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  “But I have to admit, it’s only fair.  You embarrass me all the time,”

He pauses, expecting her to say something, anything, maybe even ask why he’d just kissed her, but she remained silent, staring at him, waiting for him to lay it all out for her.

“You’re always getting in my space and touching me, or saying flirty things, stealing my food or cleaning up after me when it’s late and Shoko’s gone for the night”

(y/n) only blinks, taking in every word he has to say.  It makes Megumi laugh, because he can tell, and then there’s that knot in her brows again.

“What?” She mumbles, confused.

“And now,” He says, his chuckling quieting down.  Her brow remained furrowed.  “You looking at me like that”

“Like what?” She questions again, voice barely above a whisper.

She doesn’t realize she’s reaching for him until her hands are wrapped around his wrists, making sure that he won’t pull his hands away from her face.  She’s almost tempted to press her palms against the back of his hands, keeping him there, maybe forever.

That would be a good start.

“Like…” Megumi trails off, getting lost in that look in her eye.  Hopeful, lovely, beautiful.

She leans the tiniest bit forward, prompting, no, silently begging, for him to continue.  Megumi instead ponders the idea of kissing her again, properly this time.  He’d sweep her off her feet and passionately display just how badly he wants her, loves her, needs her, all of the above.  The right word didn’t seem to exist.  He’d have to find it somehow though, so he could tell her how he truly felt.  How she made him feel.

“Like you’re just hopelessly, deeply in fucking love with me as I am with you,” He finally answers her question.  “Cause I’m so, so in love with you”

“You are?” She asks, even though she believes him, because she can see it in his eyes that he’s never been more sincere.

“Of course,” He chuckles, and he feels her hands tighten around his wrists.  “Of course, of course”

He repeats it over and over, watching how her lips curl into a wider smile, until she starts giggling, and he’s leaning his forehead down against hers.  He feels wetness pooling at his fingers where they lay against her cheeks, but he isn’t even able to ask her the question before she’s answering.

“I’m just happy, they’re just happy tears,” She explains.

She leans back a bit, not far, just far enough that she could properly look him in the eyes.

Pretty.  Blue like the midnight sky.  A work of art, his eyes were.

“I am in love with you,”

The words come out in a breath, because she hasn’t quite gotten control of her breathing, but nevertheless they’re genuine.

“And I was going to tell you, at some point,” She continued, while her thumb brushing ever so softly over the inside of his wrist, unknowingly leaving tiny goosebumps in it’s wake.  “I just… had to work up the nerve first”

Megumi laughs, because there’s something so romantically ironic about the most courageous woman he knows standing before him, admitting she was too shy to confess her feelings.

(He’s a goddamn hypocrite, he knows that, but he can’t help himself) ___

bonus:

The rest of their night is quiet.  While (y/n) readies herself for bed, Megumi wanders off to the common room’s kitchenette to fetch her a glass of water.

There’s a massive grin on his face while he waits for the water to run cold enough for her liking, and as he fills the cup all he can think about is her, and everything she is.

He gets a little lost in his thoughts while standing in the kitchen, enough so that he doesn’t notice a sly presence entering the room.

“Look at that smile!”

Almost as soon as Gojo speaks, Megumi’s jumping, spilling some of the water out of the glass for (y/n).  His grin falls to a wince as he turns back to the sink to refill.

“Someone’s a little lovesick, huh?” The white haired man cackles loudly as he walks further into the room, leaning against the counter next to his student.

Megumi doesn’t respond, he doesn’t enjoy giving in to Gojo’s antics, but he’s always hated when the man teases him about his crush on (y/n).

(Gojo had known about it since the day she’d enrolled and he’d introduced her to the others.  It was obvious, poor Megumi was so shy, he’d told Shoko, I can’t wait to see him embarrass himself in front of her)

“So? How’d it go? Did ya confess?” He asks, pulling himself up onto the counter to casually perch there, even though Megumi clearly had no intention of standing around and chatting.

But for some reason as he looked up at Gojo’s stupid grin, he gave a small nod.

“Actually, she did” He admits, quietly, like he’s unsure if he should give him this information.  Who knows what the weirdo was going to do with it.

(Spam text Shoko in all caps and a fuck ton of emojis about how he’s the perfect matchmaker and how he’ll officiate the wedding and their babies will be so cute)

“Really!?” Gojo asked, a bit too loudly for Megumi’s taste, and leaned forward to get right in his face.  “Oh what’d you say? Are you together now? Did you ask her out? Where are you going to take her? Go somewhere fancy, my treat-”

“We haven’t talked about any of that” Megumi deadpans, taking a small step back so his sensei’s face wasn’t a mere inch away from his.

“Well get going then! Go!” Gojo hops off the counter and begins to shoo the boy out of the room- which Megumi happily picks up the pace to get away from the man.  

His cheeks were starting to feel hot, and he didn’t want to be a blushing mess when he got back to (y/n).

(Spoiler alert: he was anyways) ___

a/n: after  f i n a l l y  seeing jjk 0 I have all these ideas so hopefully I stick to writing for longer than usual lmao

- jordie :)

[tojisveryown]

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© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

Ｓｙｎｏｐｓｉｓ: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 :)

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Ｎｏｔｅ: 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥" 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵!

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↻ Megumi is very independent. He's always had the mindset that he'd never need anyone other than himself along with his sister. From a very young age he's taught himself to fend on his own which is why the start of your relationship was rocky. Megumi's considered a closed book, he's never really found the importance of opening his heart to anybody that wasn't his sister. That was until you came along of course.

↻ At the beginning of your relationship Megumi was very reserved. The type of mindset he had was the one where he'd never ask anyone for help. He'd never break apart in front of anymore, because that's just how he's been since childhood. You realized that he was probably not interested in you, so you began to distance yourself until Gojo sensei had a talk with you, "Hey Y/N, can we talk?" "Uh.. sure?" "So Megumi..." "What about Fushiguro?" Gojo face palmed himself. "Jesus, you two are dating and aren't even on first name basis? Well anyway, I'd just like to tell you that Megumi doesn't act on how his heart is feeling. He pushes his own feelings away and acts on what he thinks will protect him. As someone that raised him, I failed to teach him that love is something that can protect you. So please be the one to teach him that. Make him realize it."

↻ You made it your mission to get him to open up to you, to open up to the idea of loving you. It took fairly a long time, but to you it was worth it. Seeing a whole new side of Megumi made you wonder how many years he's been putting up a facade. Megumi's love for you was unconditional, pure, and blissful. Even if you two parted ways he'd never forget you, due to how much you impacted his heart and mind.

↻ Megumi is the type of boyfriend that doesn't get jealous. He acknowledges the time and effort it took to build the trust that the both of you have, so he'd never wanna jeopardize it over a feeling that wouldn't last very long. He trusts you and you trust him. Your relationship with him would hands down be the most healthiest he's had besides from his sister, and he'd cherish it down to his core.

↻ Megumi is the award type at comforting someone. When you two were fairly new to dating he'd never know how to comfort you. He thought it was because he's never had much romantic interactions with girls, but it was just because he was super nervous. He hates the thought of making you uncomfortable. He'd never want you to feel unsafe, especially around him. He wanted to create a world where you'd constantly feel safe, however he knew it was out of his abilities so for now he resided as your safe haven.

↻ He constantly gets teased by Gojo, Itadori, and Nobara that he doesn't show you off enough. Maki even teases him that other guys might hit on you if he doesn't make it well known that the both of you are together and happily in love. For a while he stresses himself out trying to find a way to make it known that he is yours and you are his. He ends up with the idea of getting you a necklace were the pendants are his divine dogs. Behind each metal pendant your initial was on one while his was on the other. He made it a mission to give it to you in the most subtle was possible.

↻ You love to hear Megumi's inputs on your outfit. Of course he'd say he likes anything you decide to wear, however the sight of him blushing when he sees you in a new outfit is a sight you wanted to keep for yourself. Once you had decided on an outfit you had asked him to put on your favorite necklance, "Hey 'gumi, can you put this on me real quick?" he hummed and proceeded to put a necklace on you. "My pretty girl really lives up to her name." He gave you a kiss on the top of your head and headed out the door waiting for you at the front. Halfway through your date you hadn't realized the new piece of jewelry laying on your neck, until you had gotten up to use the restroom. Before you had gone out you checked your hair in the mirror and noticed the difference in your everyday appearance, you brushed it off and you went back to your seat.

↻ You hadn't noticed the change in your necklace the same way Megumi hadn't noticed the change in his heart. The necklace he had subtly gifted to you instantly became your favorite just how you easily became his.

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The songs you grow to like never stick at first (Chapter 2)

Falling for your best friend is a blessing and a curse at the same time, especially when it’s painfully obvious that your friend doesn’t feel the same. So what is Yuuji supposed to do? He doesn’t want to lose you but also can’t help wanting to get out of the friendzone. Maybe his other friends can help him. Or he just has to wait because sometimes the songs that become our all-time favorites are the ones that don’t stick at first.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, fluff, my attempt at humor, friends to lovers Word Count: 4.3 k Warnings: A lot of cheesiness, pining, unrequited love in the beginning. Yuuji has smutty fantasies, so it's 18+. All characters are of age. The story and my blog contain 18+ content, so minors don't interact.

Chapter 1: This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. Chapter 2: The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse. Chapter 3: This conversation's still dead on arrival. And there's no way to talk to you. Chapter 4: A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you Chapter 5: Hope this is the last time, 'cause I'd never say no to you

Chapter 2

The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse.

"Hey, Fushiguro? What dog-breed would I be?"

"What the fuck?"

Fushiguro gives Yuuji one of those looks that say he's convinced his friend has lost his mind. It's Monday morning, and they are sitting in their film analysis course once again, waiting for their notoriously late professor.

Before coming here, Yuuji had "breakfast with the girls," which means with you, Nobara and Maki, in the coffee shop down the street, and Nobara had let him flip through one of her magazines. Yuuji's gaze had landed on that test. Find out if he's a keeper, dog-breed edition. Is your favorite heartthrob a cuddly Golden Retriever or a protective German Shepard?. Before Yuuji could take the test, though, Nobara had yanked the magazine out of his hand and stuffed it into her backpack.

But it has been on Yuuji's mind since then. Maybe this way, he can find out if he has a chance with you one day.

"Just trying to find something out. So, what dog do I remind you of?"

"A Labrador."

The fact that Fushiguro didn't even have to stop and think about it catches Yuuji off guard. His brain is struggling with processing the information. He likes Labradors, and he thinks everyone does. They are pretty and the definition of a good boy. So that's good, right? Or maybe not? Is being a good boy something girls find attractive? Or is he just a simp because he's a nice boy?

"So um, do you think Labradors are considered hot?"

"What do you mean!? I don't find dogs hot."

Fushiguro is already looking like he's about to throw a fit again. But Yuuji needs answers! He looks at his friend with big pleading eyes.

"Just tell me why you think I'm a Labrador and if that is good or not. I need to know!"

Fushiguro's dark blue eyes meet his, and he keeps the gaze for a while, obviously contemplating whether it's even worth the bother. But then he sighs and elaborates:

"Labradors are friendly and loyal and get along with most people and animals. They are one of the most popular breeds, so take from that what you want. Maybe they are hot. This is about (name), isn't it?"

He looks resignedly at Yuuji, much too calm for the bomb he just dropped. Yuuji feels like someone pulled the rug out from under his feet. His mouth works before his mind, and he's quickly trying to deny it:

"Whoahhhh what? No! I don't know why you'd think that!"

His heart beats up to his throat, and his face feels too hot. What the fuck? How does Fushiguro know about his crush? Fushiguro rolls his eyes and gives him a look that says, "oh please." But at least he leans closer and lowers his voice to a whisper.

"It's ok, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But I think you suck at hiding how you feel, so it's pretty obvious that you like her as more than a friend. Why don't you just tell her? Instead of asking me what type of dog breed you are, whatever that is supposed to tell you."

"It's about seeing whether she could find me hot! I saw something about that in a magazine." Yuuji mumbles, feeling somewhat embarrassed now. "I can't tell her! What if I fuck up our friendship? And I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me that way."

Fushiguro is tapping the pen he's holding onto the paper in front of him, his blue eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, apparently thinking hard.

"Hmm, ok, that's a risk, yeah. You should test the waters first. Try to flirt with her, see how she reacts."

"And what should I say?"

"Don't ask me. I don't flirt with people."

"Yeah, right... oh, I could ask Todo!"

"Please don't. Hey, why don't you ask Inumaki?"

"Bro... He's literally not talking." "Geez, Itadori! He can text, though? And I heard he's a big flirt over text. So maybe he can point you in the right direction." "Oh my god, that's brilliant! Thank you!" He claps Fushiguro's back so hard that his friend loses hold of his pen and sends it flying several rows of seats forwards, hitting one of their classmates on the back of the head. He exclaims angrily and turns around in his chair to glare at them. "Oh wow, just great." Fushiguro ducks his head, while Yuuji laughs and holds up a hand in apology. He feels so much better now! Sharing the secret with someone took some weight off his shoulders. And if Fushiguro is right and Inumaki can give him some useful tips, Yuuji is one step closer to winning your heart!

Approaching Inumaki about this matter would probably be the peak of embarrassment for many people, but Yuuji tells himself that he's doing this for a good cause. And why should he feel ashamed about wanting to learn how to flirt? Flirting is a normal thing, totally cool! He needs a pointer in the right direction, and if Inumaki is an expert, he will surely understand Yuuji's problem and be willing to help him by sharing his wisdom. At least Yuuji prides himself on the fact that he is a fast learner. So his chances seem to be pretty good. He's optimistic about his for the first time. So when he sees Inumaki coming out of his chemistry course, carrying a tray of small bottles which seem to hold different types of cough syrup, Yuuji pushes himself off the wall he has been leaning against and approaches the light-haired boy quickly. "Heyyy, Inumaki! I think Fushiguro told you I'd seek you out, right? So um, I heard you are a good flirt! I could use your help!" Saying it out loud sounds a bit weird now, but Yuuji just smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, hoping he doesn't make a complete fool out of himself. To his relief Inumaki just laughs good-naturedly and indicates with his chin that Yuuji should follow him. Several hours later, Yuuji is prepared to turn almost every conversation into a flirt. Inumaki was amused by Yuuji's inquiry, but he agreed to help and provided him with pickup lines for every situation. He warned Yuuji, though, to not overdo it. Just a little fun, flirty message here and there. It sounds easy enough. Now Yuuji just has to wait for the right moment. His chance comes a few hours later. He's currently lying on his stomach on his bed and doing coursework when his phone buzzes with a new message. His heart jumps to his throat when he sees that it's from you. It turns out to be a cat meme, and Yuuji laughs and sends some emojis. And then, before his courage leaves him again, he quickly types the first pickup line he ever used: "Hey, do you know which vegetable you'd be?" "Which one?" "A cute-cumber!!" "Lmaoooo I like that one!" Yuuji stares at his phone for a whole minute, fingers hovering over the screen. He doesn't know what to do. Inumaki said that he usually receives a flirty text back at this point. But this isn't flirty. This is nothing. How the fuck is he supposed to reply? Send another pickup line? No, that would be too much, right? He just sends a laughing emoji back before throwing his phone frustratedly onto his bed. He groans loudly and can't help but punch his pillow before burying his face in his hands. This was so fucking embarrassing, even for his standards! He gets pulled out of his misery by another sound coming from his phone. It's a new message from you. A picture of a cucumber with a face and long lashes, wearing a pretty dress. "Is that how I look to you? I am flattered!" A relieved chuckle escapes Yuuji's lips. "The hottest cucumber I know!" Since the flirty-text experiment wasn't a total disaster, Yuuji decides to keep on sending you pickup lines occasionally. During the following days he sends you gems like: "We're not socks, but I think we'd make a great pair." "We already are! We're the fluffiest Christmas sock pair ever, bestie!" Friendzoned once again. "If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous." "Now I crave McDonald's!! Wanna go with me?" Well, at least you'll meet up to grab some burgers together, so it isn't a complete failure!

Fushiguro doesn't share Yuuji's optimism. He asks for an update about the "Itadori learns how to flirt situation," so Yuuji shows him the chat, feeling pretty proud. But the way his friend is cursing under his breath doesn't bode well. Yuuji looks at him cautiously, the smile fading from his features. "Is it that bad?" "What the fuck is this?? Are you serious, man?" "What!!?? YOU said I should ask Inumaki for help!! Fushiguro locks Yuuji's phone and sighs exasperatedly. The way he's running his free hand through his hair, making the unruly black strands stick up even more, is unsettling. "I wasn't aware that this is what he does. I apologize, Itadori. That's just... That's so tacky. So disgustingly cheesy. You cannot do that! I am so embarrassed right now, and it wasn't even me who sent those texts! I mean, not that I would be caught dead sending something like that." Yuuji glares at him, annoyed, "You're a pretty big drama queen for someone who would never send a cute pickup line! Give me the phone!" He yanks his phone out of Fushiguro's hand and slams it onto the table behind them, where Junpei is sitting looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Junpei! Tell me what you think! Would you fall in love with me if I sent you something like that?" His friend with the emo haircut blushes a deep red for a reason Yuuji can't pinpoint and stutters, "Uh...I... it's...I think it's cute, Yuuji. I would...I would like it." Yuuji pumps a fist into the air victoriously, turning to smirk at Fushiguro with a cheeky glint in his eyes, "See? Not everyone is as stuck-up as you. To seduce you, I would have to send you a whole dissertation about the effects of fiction on historical events or some shit like that. Do I make you horny when I talk like that??" "Shut up!" They have to postpone their discussion because professor Gojo just sweeps into the classroom twenty minutes late, carrying an iced latte and a bag filled with donuts. After class, Yuuji is about to storm off, but Fushiguro stops him with a hand twisting in Yuuji's hoodie and pulling him back. Yuuji's ready to actually fight him if he hears one more snide remark about his pickup lines, but when he turns to look at Fushiguro, he finds that the look on Fushiguro's face is full of genuine concern, and his voice is back to its usual calm tone. "I'll help you, ok? I can't just stand by and watch you mess things up." "Oh! Ok, thanks. So what are your tips?" "Look, why don't you just make the classic move and ask her on a date?" "But how?? I can't just do that!" "Be subtle about it! You are a film major! So ask her to watch a movie with you in the cinema. It's for your course and you don't want to go alone! You don't have to mention the word date. But once you are there, it can turn into a date. Watching a movie is romantic. The dimmed lights, a shared bowl of popcorn in which your fingers brush against each other, some scary scenes that make her hide her face against your shoulder... it's perfect." Yuuji nods eagerly. That's indeed good advice. Sure, he could have come up with that by himself. And it's not like the two of you haven't been to the movie theater together before. But it has never been while Yuuji was in love with you. "Thanks, Fushiguro! And sorry for calling you stuck-up." "It's fine. I'm rather stuck-up than a cheesy idiot like you." But he's smiling while saying it, and the way he rubs Yuuji's arm lets him know that there's no malice behind it. Yuuji chuckles and throws an arm around his friend, dragging him along to their next class.

"Hey...um, I was thinking. Do you want to go see a movie with me this Friday, maybe?" God, he has never been so nervous about asking you something before! Yuuji is fiddling with the napkin he's holding, crumbling it between his fingers and tearing it apart. Luckily it's hidden beneath the table, so you don't see the anxious state he is in. The two of you are sitting in your usual booth in the coffee shop, drinking coffee and eating cake. And Yuuji finally worked up the nerve to ask you on a date, which isn't really a date but could turn into one if Fushiguro's plan works. Your face lights up, sending the butterflies flying in Yuuji's stomach once again. "Yes, that's a good idea!" Oh god! It's happening!! He'll go to the movies with you and hold your hand and tell you he likes you and you'll cup his face and kiss him and ask him to be your boyfriend!! "I'll ask Maki to come too. She just told me yesterday that she hasn't been to the movie theater for ages. And hey, we could also ask Megumi and Nobara!" What? Wait, no!! That's not how this is supposed to go! You smile at Yuuji happily, as if this is the best idea ever, oblivious to the fact that his heart is breaking a little bit more at your words. He bites his lip and fixes you with an unsure look. He should just keep quiet, but his emotions are taking over, and so he blurts out: "I kinda thought only the two of us could go." Oh fuck, fuck fuck!! Now it really sounds like he's asking you on a date, right? He feels dread pooling in his stomach. The napkin is in shreds now. You lift your head from your phone screen where you are about to text Maki and look at him, surprised and a bit worried. "Oh, why? Is something wrong? Did you get into a fight with one of them?" It's almost funny how oblivious you are. Funny or sad because apparently, you can't even picture the slightest bit that the two of you could go on a date together. Yuuji feels like shit. He's really that idiot, huh? The side character in a movie that everyone feels bad for because you know he will never get the person he likes. He's just there for the comic relief. A dumbass who everyone rolls their eyes at, and it's clear that his crush is so far out of his league that it will never work. Yuuji's courage from a moment ago vanishes completely. He has to avert his gaze from you because he's sure you would be able to see the hurt on his face. And so he looks down onto his empty plate and mumbles with a thick voice, "No, everything's ok. Why don't you ask all of them? The more, the merrier, right?" He looks up again and offers you a smile, hoping it is bright enough to hide his pain.

"What am I doing on your date?"

"I have no clue, Fushiguro. Guess your plan didn't work." Fushiguro is sitting to Yuuji's left in the dimly lit movie theater, offering him a tray of nachos and a pitiful glance. There's some commotion at the door, and the boys turn to see you, Maki and Nobara making your way towards them. All three of you are smiling brightly and laughing, almost tumbling down the stairs because you have your hands full of snacks. Yuuji can't stop a lovesick expression from spreading over his face. You look so beautiful, so happy to be here with all your closest friends. There's a big smile on your face, your eyes are glittering in the faint light of the LED strips that are illuminating the stairs. And Yuuji can hear your carefree laughter even from here. He can't take his eyes off you. He can't even be disappointed that this turned into an evening among friends instead of a date because, honestly, he can't regret something that makes you look so happy. You were right. It's really been a while since all of you went out together like this, and it feels nice.

But, deep down, he still catches himself thinking that it would be even nicer if you were here all together but with the difference that Yuuji would be your boyfriend. The thought alone is enough to make his heart beat faster. You plop down onto the seat next to Yuuji, greeting him with a quick hug and a kiss to the cheek before leaning over his lap to hug Fushiguro too. Yuuji inhales sharply. The movement makes you press your boobs against his arm, and he thinks he's going to lose it any second now. Because yes, this is what he wants! He wants you practically in his lap, the flowery smell of your perfume in his nose, the warmth of your body pressing against him, soft curves, and sweet lips. He wants to put his arms around you and keep you in place right there, so close to him that he could kiss you.

He wants to see the lights of the movie screen flicker over your pretty face as you look into his eyes with the same heart-eyes he gives you. He wants to cup your chin and kiss you, slow and sweet, showing you how much he appreciates you with every press of his lips, every flick of his tongue.

Or what if he was sitting in the last row with you? Slipping a hand into your trousers and playing with you while he kisses you deeply, muffling your moans with his mouth while he makes you fall apart on his thick fingers. Hell, he would even get on his knees between your legs and eat you out right there in the movie theater because you are a thousand times sweeter than any popcorn or chocolate.

He wants to feel your hands in his hair, tugging on it as you find completion and ride it out on his tongue, biting your own lips to keep quiet so the two of you won't get caught. Then, he wants to kiss you afterwards with your sweet taste still on his tongue. He's grateful for the darkness of the movie theater and the popcorn bucket in his lap, which both help conceal the growing hardness in his pants. He really has to stop being horny on main all the time. Maybe he should try jacking off before he sees you so his dick doesn't betray him all the time. Or find a way to suppress those dirty thoughts. But he knows he won't be able to stop. He wants those fantasies!

He wants whispered love confessions, sweet nothings, tender touches, and heated kisses while a stupid action movie plays in the background. He wants all the sweet, and sexy, and romantic things for the two of you.

But the only romance Yuuji gets tonight is the one happening on the movie screen where the main character ends up kissing the girl he used to clash with at first. Yeah, that figures! Of course it has to be enemies to lovers. Why can't it be friends to lovers? That would give Yuuji a bit of hope at least that maybe one day you will wake up and look at him and realize that he has become your favorite song. But then something happens that makes Yuuji almost jump. Your head lands on his shoulder, and for a moment, Yuuji doesn't know what's going on. Did he manifest it? Are you cuddling with him? Is this the friends-to-lovers-moment he wishes for? Can it be true? Was Fushiguro right about the romantic lure a night at the movies brings?

He doesn't even dare to breathe, so scared that he'll destroy the moment. The reassuring weight of your head is still there. Finally, he dares to turn his face towards you. Only to realize that you have fallen asleep, and that's the reason why your head lolled onto his shoulder. The pang of disappointment is so severe that it almost feels like he got punched into the guts for real. This is cruel. But while he's internally crying in frustration, Yuuji doesn't move away. Instead, he lets you sleep on his shoulder through the rest of the movie, lets you drool onto his hoodie, and hopes you feel comfortable on his shoulder. It feels so nice to have you this close! Your weight is so perfect against him, your warmth, the intoxicating mix of your perfume and hairspray and laundry detergent, and the underlying scent that is just you. Yuuji can't get enough. He gets butterflies just from something as simple as you resting your head against him. He is fucked. He is so fucked! He has it so bad for you, and it won't go away. The ending credits begin to roll, and you are still snuggled up against Yuuji, snoring softly. He doesn't want it to end. He wants to just stay here in the dark movie theater for the rest of the night as long as you keep leaning onto him like that.

He wants to dream a little. Pretend that you are really on a date, and you're snuggling against him on purpose. He wants to have this all night long. Even if it's not real. He will take anything at this point. Every little crumb. But not even this is granted to him because, at that moment, you jolt up, looking around in confusion. Yuuji can't help but snicker softly. "Hey, sleeping beauty. You officially missed the ending!" You turn to look at him with a sleepy expression, and it's the cutest thing ever. God, he wants you to wake up next to him every morning! With that drowsy look on your face, your hair ruffled from where you were cuddling against Yuuji. He wants to greet you with soft good morning kisses, roll on top of you and let you feel how much he wants you even right after waking up. He wants lazy mornings in bed, cuddling and kissing you, bringing you breakfast to bed, and having you for dessert. These thoughts have to stop! He feels bad, biting his lip because what is he even doing here? Fantasizing about you while you sit right next to him and are so confused because you just got yanked out of your nap. He's such an asshole! But at least his anger against himself makes him feel so turned off that his dick doesn't cause problems this time. A little blessing, at least. The others also realize what happened. That you slept through the last 30 minutes of the movie, and loud laughter erupts from Nobara. Everyone is getting to their feet to leave, but you are still slumped in your seat, looking groggily up at Yuuji. He feels a hand on his arm and looks over his shoulder at Fushiguro, who leans closer to murmur in his ear: "Don't just sit there, idiot. Help her up." He's right, of course! Yuuji wraps a big hand around your smaller wrist and pulls you up without any more hesitation. "Come on, lazy ass. We have to go before they kick us out." "I don't want to... I'm so tired!" You whine and look at him with the same puppy eyes he sometimes uses himself. Yuuji doesn't even think about it. He just acts on instinct and sweeps you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise, followed by a loud laugh as he carries you bridal-style out of the movie theater accompanied by the laughter of his friends and several strangers who watch the scene. This seems to have woken you up because you're kicking your legs and squealing loudly: "Yuujiiii!! Put me down!" "So you'll hold everyone up again? I think not, princess!" "You can't carry me all the way home!" "Of course I can! Watch me!" He grins down at you, heart doing somersaults in his chest as he tightens his arms around your body, holding you securely against his chest. Of course, he will carry you home like that! He will punch himself if he let go of you now! You feel too perfect in his arms. This is how things should be all the time. He knows he's a hopeless romantic, but the pose makes him imagine a beautiful spring day in the future where he's carrying you like this too, but he's wearing a nice suit, and you're in a wedding dress, laughing happily as he carries you over the threshold. Damn! He's pulled out of his stupid fantasy when your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him, and your loud laughter is even closer to his ear now. You sound amused. "You're such an idiot!" "Yeah, but I'm your favorite idiot." He knows he's cheesy, and Fushiguro is probably rolling his eyes behind him. But if this was a rom-com, you would cup his cheek now and look deeply into his eyes, realizing that Yuuji is the one for you. And some soft piano music would start playing as you both lean closer in slow motion. A pale pink filter would be added to the scene as your lips meet slowly. "Yes, you are. I'm so glad to have an idiot friend like you!" And just like that, Yuuji's sappy rom-com fantasy dissolves. No soft piano music, no pastel pink hearts, no kiss, no happy end. He's your friend. Yeah, that's all. Of course. Yuuji hopes that the disappointment isn't visible on his face. He forces himself to grin even wider and laughs even louder as he carries you home.

His princess, who isn't really his.

This was chapter 2 of my entry for the Fall Out Boy collab. I hope you enjoyed it! I would be super happy about comments and reblogs! Let me know how you liked it. And a big thank you to everyone who commented on the first chapter! I was thrilled to see that you like Yuuji and his struggles! Also a little fun fact: I really did the dog breed test for Yuuji, already assuming he'd be a Labrador, and it really gave me that test result, lol. I call this serious research!

Chapter 3

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead.  BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

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i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her.  he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail.  in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.  

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

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i love her fit!  i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way.  even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different.  UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

 ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea.  no one seems suspicious.  what do we do now?  should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine.  i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay.  keep looking.  i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students.  it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.  

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these two love their students to death.  neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student.  in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side.  utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.”  after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression.  i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far.  it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away.  i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core.  seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong.  utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional.  like am i looking too much into this?  are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected?  think about it.  similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history.  IT’S JUST TOO MUCH. 

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out?  this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes.  she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want?  don’t bother me on my day off.”  she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code.  she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time.  they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy.  when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person.  see where i’m getting at?  they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.  

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO.  you know what that means, right?  he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.  

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ah yes, my favorite moment by far.  look at that smile on his face.  

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he loves saying her name.  he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime.  notice how mei’s not there in the debris.  could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force?  or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris?  either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo.  he refers to her in a very familiar sense.  the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san.  in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted.  he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai.  granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him.  he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him.  he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple.  who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person.  while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner.  gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong.  now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO.  he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.  

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo.  they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.  

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WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up.  gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko.  based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond.  shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first?  she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right?  i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.  

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto.  you don’t even know it.”  i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”.  but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her.  i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength.  her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that.  when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru.  it’s not nice to pick on the weak.”  by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke.  i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop.  he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.  

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo.  BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo.  maybe he ain’t shit too...  okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along.  when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this.  since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo).  we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.  

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke.  i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

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these three aren’t irresponsible.  geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable.  seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.   

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here’s my headcanon.  they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call.  the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).  

gojo: that’s weird.  mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them?  maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her.  poor mei-san~  

gojo gets up 

geto: where are you going?  

gojo: going to save utahime!  it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind.  you know what this means?  he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo?  were you actually concerned about her?  

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent.  the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.  

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions!  i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time.  he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.”  i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too.  okay that’s it for now.  i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

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Can I have HCs of Gojo and S/o having daughters? I've seen many HCs of Gojo with a son, but what about a little girl. I can see that his Clan won't like that, because they're traditional and "Who'll pass the family name?" BS. Ooh, what if the Clan tries to plan an arrange marriage for their daughter since that's one of the only good things she can do until Gojo and S/o have a "real" heir, but they just keep on having girls, who plan on dismantling the patriarchy while looking good doing it.

Gojo Having Daughters

Gojo is more concerned about the number of kids he wants rather than their gender...and he wants...a ton.

“It’s for the clan’s sake,” he says in the most somber tone he can muster, his smirk hinting at his true feelings.

If Gojo has a son, he’ll show him his favorite movies and buy them an endless amount of sweets. If he has a daughter, he’ll show her his favorite movies and buy them an endless amount of sweets. Aka, he’s not going to treat them differently because of their gender (because why should he?).

He just wants his children to be happy–and for them to secretly think he’s the better parent.

But when his clan is upset over the fact that his firstborn is a girl, Gojo realizes he wants to have more daughters with you just to spite his sexist elders.

(And against your wishes, he bought mini blindfolds so that whenever someone asks for pictures of the newest addition to the family, Gojo shows them a photo of an infant with a blindfold, the boastful dad cooing, “She has my eyes!”)

Years later, the main Gojo household is filled with tiny girls chasing their goofy father, similar to the way baby ducks follow their mother (especially after he comes back from a long business trip). 

Oftentimes they hang on his limbs like they’re monkeys swinging on tree branches, but he’s not complaining at all.

In fact, he enjoys every second he spends with his family, even if that means you all occasionally ganging-up on him. (You and the girls definitely put Christmas decorations on him one year instead of getting an actual tree.)

Their nicknames are just his favorite sweets, which is something they giggle at now, but Gojo knows they’ll probably be embarrassed to hear once they grow older, a realization he dreads (but that doesn’t mean he won’t stop calling them that!). 

The house often looks like a tornado has passed through it, a result of them constantly playing games as you wonder how both Gojo and your children can have so much energy. 

You’re always the bad cop, as according to all of your daughters, their dad is “never wrong” (you just know Gojo is bribing them with sweets to get them to say that). 

Though one time Gojo accidentally broke your youngest’s favorite toy and Gojo was so distraught over seeing her tears and genuinely feared she’d never love him again. 

Which is why he spoils all of them rotten (again, he’s vying for best father here and he’ll do anything to get a hug or kiss from his daughters). It’s gotten to the point that you have a room dedicated to souvenirs for the girls. 

And apparently every day is take-your-child-to-work-day, considering Gojo likes bringing his mini clones to the school as much as he can. 

Ijichi carries a whole bottle of aspirin with him daily for this very purpose, as he–along with the rest of Gojo’s students and coworkers–have had the unfortunate experience of learning that Gojo’s daughters inherited his wonderful prankster persona.

(“They’re quite...precocious,” Nanami once muttered when he discovered his sword and locker covered with doodles of leopards. Meanwhile, Megumi no longer summons his shikigami whenever the girls are around because even his shikigami are scared of tiny, grabby–and sometimes sticky–hands.)

However, Nobara loves them since they first thought she was an idol when they first met her. Now, Nobara enjoys styling their hair and even begrudgingly taught Gojo how to do the same (after he agreed to give Nobara his credit card the next time she went shopping).

And Gojo knows he shouldn’t have favorites but he’ll admit it–he becomes putty in his first daughter’s hands.

Perhaps it’s because that cherubic face perfectly disguises the mischievous glint in her blue eyes. 

(But if he’s being completely honest, he knew he was in trouble the moment she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger, Gojo vowing to not only be the strongest for the jujutsu world but for the sleeping newborn he was cradling in his arms.)

Your oldest daughter has easily broken multiple pairs of Gojo’s favorite sunglasses but he loves her so much that he doesn’t even care (but when you once broke a pair after sitting on one he carelessly left on the couch, Satoru was moping for weeks).

In fact, if she’s upset with Gojo, he will start to freak out and whine outside her locked bedroom, wondering how his little girl became an emo teenager in the blink of an eye. 

(It’s always resolved fairly quickly by eating dessert for dinner and watching a funny movie together.)

Her confidence is quieter but much greater than her father’s, which fills him with so much pride as he continues to watch her grow into a strong, level-headed sorcerer, feeling assured that the clan will be in good hands. 

So the anger that surges in Gojo when he hears the elders’ proposition of an arranged marriage for his oldest daughter when she’s of age has him seeing red.

Literally seeing red, because he’s about to use his reversal technique on these elitist old men. 

The elders controlling his children’s lives, just like they tried doing to him, is out of the question. 

But he doesn’t have to tell him that, as he realizes his daughter rushes into the meeting room, asserting that the first thing she’s doing when she becomes the head of the clan is to replace the elders.

(That’s easier said than done, a proud Gojo thinks, but if anyone could do it would be her.)

In fact, Gojo is positive that his children will surpass all expectations. In his eyes, they’re already doing that now.

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A/N: Sorry this is so late, I hope you liked it, and sorry for the corny fluff omg. 

[amindofstone]

in his arms

a/n: I AM IN LOVE WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN!!!! It´s so good and my bby Yuuji has my whole heart! He needs to be loved and protected at all cost. Megumi needs to be loved too and Nobara has to be praised. That girl is a BADASS!!! I love her! This trio is wholesome and their friendship!!! AHHH my heart. I love them! Hopefully they will stay together for a long, long time. (Preferably until they get old and grey.) Who´s yall favorite character and why? Any favorite moments/scenes? (I am in trouble because I wrote this during my linguistic class and only got half of the stuff taught. So please give this some love. Why do I only get good ideas during my studies?! Send help! Regret is really having the best of me right now. Like why did I let my mind convince me to write this down?! Now I have to study that sht on my own!)

Genre: anime imagine/oneshot? Jujutsu Kaisen imagine? Fluff!

Character(s): Itadori Yuuji x you (reader) x Ryomen Sukuna

Spoiler(s):NONE, (Please be aware that I just finished the first season and that I don´t read the manga. Please do not spoil anything if any comments are made. Thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

Warnings: Maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I genuinely apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m really trying to improve. So please be so kind and have mercy)

Words: 2529

Info: Keep in mind that the words in italic are your (the readers) train of thoughts.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture used is not mine. Credits to: @calclzz (Twitter)!!!

Dating Itadori Yuuji for six months now felt like six months spend in pure bliss, joy and heaven. You were the most happiest since you could remember. He took care of you and loved you. Everyday felt like the first time you went on a date. Every time you thought of him there would be a smile on your lips that would get Nobara to tease the hell out of you until you would hide your face behind your hands because of the growing pink shade of your cheeks. “Sweetie it´s fine. You´re in love with that brainless creature after all. I might not understand how such a sweet living being like you could love him but what I know is that he´s a lucky idiot.”

Yes, you were deeply in love but so was he. He fell for you in the first week he saw you. It started with a simple crush and him always trying to show his best and strongest side whenever you were around. Sometimes he managed to do so but some other times he would end up embarrassing himself. With time passing he slowly understood that you were more than just a simple crush. He was in love with you. He fell for you head over heels. He would always imagine hugging you whenever he saw you hug Panda. He tried his best to not show any traits of jealousy but always failed due to him looking at you with a sad pout. He wanted to make a move and tell you about his feelings but the curse inside of him worried him so he kept a distance. He tried. He tried so much to unlove you but he didn’t knew how, so it came that every time he made a step back regret and sadness would overcome him and he would come back and make two steps towards you. One day he found himself knocking on the door of your dorm asking if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

“For all the times that rain on my parade. And all the clubs you get in using my name. You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake. You think I´m crying on my own, well I ain´t.”, You were in your dorm cleaning and rearranging some of the furniture’s in your bedroom while singing some of your favorite songs like you always do whenever you were cleaning. You tried to look for a good place to put in your full length mirror you recently purchased while once in a while checking the cake that was put in the oven by you.

“And I didn´t wanna write a song, cause I didn´t want anyone thinking I still care I don´t but, you still hit my phone up. And baby I be movin' on. And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back, maybe you should know that. My mama…”

Although the song wasn´t really about a beautiful love story or a lovely couple you still loved the song a lot. It was a simple song accompanied by a guitar. You loved it. The first time you heard it you fell in love with it, although you weren´t that of a huge fan of the artist himself you sang the song daily and listened to it as much as you could. The song was played on your phone at least three times in a week and probably sang more than three times a day. When asked what exactly you liked about the song you would stop in your tracks and just reply with a shrug and a sweet smile.

And right now was one of those moments were you sang the song when a pouting pink haired boy started to whine. “Baaabyyyyy, why are you singing such a sad song? It´s basically about someone that got used by their partner for their name. Why would you sing that when your great boyfriend is around?”, you smiled at Yuuji who walked into your room with sad eyes. “Aren´t you happy with me?”, you shook your head and laughed at his question. “No bebe. It´s just that I really like this song. Should I sing something else?”, you asked and made sure the mirror you leaned at your wall next to your closet does not fall. “Yes please!”, when you were sure that the mirror stood properly you turned around and walked to your bed to take your phone. “What are you doing?”, Yuuji asked leaning onto your desk that was occupied by books and notebooks filled by your neat handwriting.

With a chuckle and your phone in your hand you reached for the curious looking boy in your room. Yuuji took your hand in his and let you drag him back on his feet. “Why do I need to stand when I can enjoy your singing sitting?”, the boy asked with eyes filled by endless love. You said nothing and just played the song you choose and made the boy smile.

“I found a love for me. Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well, I found a boy, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting from me…”, you softly started to sing again while you placed one of your hands around his neck and the other one at his cheek to lovingly caress it. Yuuji leaned on your hand and let out a soft sigh. You were in love. No matter what anyone said about your age and you two being just kids. You didn´t care what people said because you knew what you felt. You knew what he felt and that was enough. You didn´t care when people told you that it is just a phase that is lead by curiosity and the need of attention. You didn´t care and so didn’t he. Why should you two care when your friends were watching your backs and making sure no one talked bad about you. Why should you care when even Gojo Sensei was approving of your relationship and supported you although he still annoyed the hell out of the both of you. But that´s Gojo Sensai after all. You didn´t expect anything else from that man.

“I love you so much.”, you heared Yuuji say before he hid his face on your shoulder. You placed a soft kiss on his neck while you slowly danced around your bedroom. “… Baby, I´m dancing in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight….”

The position you were right now made you remember the beginning of the time you started to date him. You remember him never wanting to hug you this long. You remember him saying that he fears he won´t be able to hold up his guard and Sukuna taking over his body and mind. He feared the thought of you seeing him and on top of that having him so close to you. He feared the thought of him hurting you. He was able to take care of the curse and make sure that he doesn´t take over his body and causes trouble. But he did not knew if he was able to do that in your arms since he turned weak whenever you were close to him. And he told you that. He told you his worries and him being scared that the curse will hurt you. But the curse never did.

You always hugged him and held Yuuji close to you. You would sit in between his legs at the river close to the academy and sleep in his arms without a bit of worry. You would drag him to bed with you and keep him over night next to you without a bit of fear towards Sukuna. Sensei Gojo might be supporting your relationship but he always made sure to tell you that you should never forget that there was a curse inside of the boy you called your boyfriend.

“…We are still kids, but we´re so in love. Fighting against all odds, I know we´ll be alright this time. Darling, just hold my hand. Be my man, I´ll ne your girl. I see my future in your eyes….”, you never cared for the curse being inside of him. It was a fact and couldn´t be changed. So you simply lived with it. But it would be a lie when you said that you didn´t saw him once in the cause of yor six months of relationship. In fact, he appeared quite some time out of nowhere when you had Yuuji in your dorm. But that only happened when the boy turned into the lovesick boyfriend he was or when he came seeing you after a mission all tired and sleepy. Every time he would pass out after a tiring mission the chances of Sukuna taking his body over was high. But you learned that when he showed up around you it never was to cause trouble or hurt you. He only did that to take a closer look at you while wondering why his stupid vessel liked you so much. He would come to understand why the stupid creature would always come for a hug or simply just holding hands. And right now, exactly that happened.

“….Baby, I´m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.”, you still had your arms around his neck while caressing it. Slow steps were made around the room accompanied by your voice that sang along to another of your favorite songs. Another soft kiss was placed on his neck by you when you loosened one of your arms to take your boyfriends hand in yours. His hand that held you close to him were tenderly placed around your body. The hand you loosened around him took one of his in yours to intertwine them when something made you stop in your tracks for a few seconds. You felt longs nails on your boyfriend’s soft hands that made you realize that he no longer was here but rather pushed aside. “…I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person and he looks perfect. I don´t deserve this, you look perfect tonight.”

“Aren´t we a bit cheeky, my dear dark knight.”, a deep sigh echoed in your ears. “Why did you stop singing human?”, a chuckle left you while the song by now ended but your body were still slowly swaying from side to side. “Cause the song ended, idiot.”, an annoying growl erupted from the throat of your boyfriend. “Who are you calling idiot, human?”, Sukuna didn´t sound mad. In fact it even sounded playful. Should I let go of him? But he´s not letting go himself so hugging him should be fine, right? “Why are you calling me human? Well, I am one but still. Do you know that I have a name? A name like you have it. Something we use to call each other to avoid calling every living being human, you know my dear?”, a soft but still deep chuckle could be heard before he let go of your intertwined hands and got back to hug you. “I´m not stupid you damn creature. I´m even smarter than any of you could ever get.”, he whispered while he nuzzled onto you. “Really? Are you that? Well it seems like you weren´t that smart when you ripped Yuujis heart out of his chest or attacked Sensei Gojo. Remember?”

The words you said made him loosen his grip on you and look you in the eyes. Any normal human being with a bit sense of sanity would have screamed or looked the curse with fear in their eyes but you didn´t. With one hand still around your body that held you close to his he took your face in his other and made you look in his eyes. “I dare you to get rude. Watch out what you say, human.”, he sounded angry and talked in his deep voice that would cause anyone to tear up instantly. But you? You were smiling at him while trying to hold back the need to laugh. It´s so easy to provoke him.“I need to take the cake out of the oven.”, the curse looked at you dumbfounded. Weren´t you scared? How aren´t you scared of him? “You need to what?”, he asked confused. “Let me go for a second and you´ll see.”, the man in front of you raised a brow but let go of you nevertheless to see what you meant. After a quick thanking him, you made your way out of the bedroom into your kitchen to turn the oven off and take the cake out. “You see that´s a cake and the thing it was in is called oven. It bakes there. Now I let it cool.”, you carefully put the cake on your counter and look back at your boyfriend whos body and mind was taken over by the curse. “Now would you mind changing back with Yuuji? I´d like to watch Netflix with him.”, you asked with a tilted head.

A slight smirk grew on Sukunas lips before he came closer. “You could also do that with me. , you shook your head and went to sit on the couch in front of the TV. “I could, but that´s not fun. We wanted to start the third season of Money heist you know. And I need someone to talk to. And that I can´t do with you. You´re not understanding the whole concept of the series and the minds, emotions and the actions of the characters. Therefore it´s a no for me, thank you. Now please change back, your majesty.”

Sukuna came to sit next to you. With an annoyed eye roll he closed his eyes and left to allow the actual owner of the body to take over again. “Hey there. You´re back, baby?”, you said with a tilted head. Yuuji looked around with confusion written all over his face. “Did he come again?”, he asked you with a pout and apologetic eyes. You nodded and took his hands in yours. “It´s fine. He didn´t do anything. He never does. He just comes to annoy us.”, Yuuji nodded and pulled you into his arms and made you sit on his lap. You were straddling him while he buried his face back on your neck. He was happy. He was happy and really appreciated the fact that Sukuna kept his word and never hurt you. He might cause him a lot of other problems and annoy the hell out of him and even drop him when he needed him but at least he didn´t hurt you. He sometimes even could feel how he took care of you when he couldn´t. Yuuji couldn´t say that he was on good terms with the curse but one thing’s for sure. He was damn thankful that he understood his feelings for you and didn´t disrespect that.

[gojos-sidepiece-69]

Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 2

Your eyes snapped open and you met eyes with your lover from last night. Fuck. Did that actually happen? It shouldn’t have. Damn it. No, god, no. I got drunk and had an insane fever dream, that’s it. Your brain worked in overdrive trying to rationalize your decisions from last night. Intense waves of shame and guilt washed over you when you realized that you were, indeed, practically sober.

You woke up with no headache. Your hips, however, were a different story altogether. “Morning, sunshine,” your dimpled teacher said intoxicatingly. It was too early for his bullshit. “Please, Gojo. Not now. I’m going to go home and pretend this didn’t happen, okay? Great.” His grin widened as he pointed out, “Oh, so we’re on name-to-name basis now? I thought I was still your Sensei.”

You ignored him and firmly got up only to catch a glance of yourself in a full body mirror. You saw purple peeking out at you from under Gojo’s shirt. You pulled it down slightly and felt at your raw, sore love bites. “Sorry about those, I always like it a bit rough,” Gojo explained, still shamelessly man-spreading in his bed. “I could tell,” you deadpanned. You lifted up the hem of your shirt to inspect the degree of damage he had done to your hips, and it was bad. You could barely even walk straight. You were planning on a pleasant walk-of-shame home, but seeing the state of your condition, that was now out of question. As if he read your mind, he said “I’ll give you a ride back.”

You got a sneak peak into the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer’s morning routine, which included putting on his dumb blindfold and dark navy uniform. He handed you your clothes from the previous night, taking extra care to comment about how he was upset he didn’t get to see you in your “cute little lacy bra.” Everyone had left earlier that morning, knowing from previous experience not to wake Gojo in the morning. In addition, they didn’t want to take their chances while their airhead of a teacher took the steering wheel, blasting trap music way too damn early. You, however, had the treat of experiencing this first-hand. “All aboard!” He said childishly as you stepped into his black BMW. He immediately turned the volume of his music all the way up, humming to Pick it Up by Famous Dex.

You closed your eyes, and muttered a silent prayer that you wouldn’t die in a freak accident on the way home. With your luck, Gojo would crash straight through a KFC Drive-Thru and laugh about it.

You were shaken out of this scary afterthought when you realized that Gojo was driving 65 MPH in a 35 zone. “What the hell? Slow down!” You yelled, but your driver only looked at you and laughed. “You didn’t have a problem with me going fast last night.” You gritted your teeth. Of course he was going to make your drive home as sarcastic and filled with as many horrible sex jokes as possible. The worst part was that you, at the back of your mind, were fighting back a small laugh. But you weren’t about to confirm that he was funny. So you slowly exhaled through your nose, until your breath hitched at the back of your throat.

Gojo’s hand had snuck past the gear and onto your knee. Keeping his (inexplicably blindfolded) eyes on the road, it slowly snaked up to your thigh and rested there. He could feel you tense up and smiled to himself. He loved the effect that even just his hands had on women. The sensation gave you flashbacks of the night before. He touched a bruise on your inner thigh that he had licked and sucked so tenderly last night, and you shuddered. He drew small circles, but didn’t go any further.

The tires screeched to a halt right outside Tokyo Tech, and you clambered out of his car as fast as you could. You left in such a rush that you dropped your “cute, lacy bra” on the passenger-side floor. You didn’t even notice. Luckily it was Sunday, and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing your teacher until tomorrow. “Have a great day!” He yelled after you, and you flipped him off classily without so much as a backwards glance for your superior. As soon as you got to your dorm, you dramatically collapsed onto the mattress.

You were so tired from fooling around the entire day yesterday that you slept through Sunday in its entirety. You arose early Monday morning and groaned when you remembered that it was going to be your first Field Training day. And you were absolutely correct in thinking that you were most definitely not ready.

“Each of you will be assigned a Jujutsu Sorcerer to shadow for your field practice today. Watch how they exorcise curses, take mental notes, and follow each of their directions carefully. Megumi and Nobara, you’ll be going with Nanami. Yuji and Y/n, you’re stuck with me,” Gojo said, keeping eye contact with you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. You thought to yourself, I might as well just start calling it blindfold-contact, if I can’t see his gorgeous eyes. I mean, eyes. Gojo whistled and led you and Yuji back to his black car. Yuji ran like the track-star he was, yelling “SHOTGUN!” so loudly that you didn’t care to argue.

He threw the door open and leaped into the passenger seat, while Gojo took the wheel and you occupied the backseat. Yuji took the liberty of connecting to the aux, this time blasting Tetris by Derek King. Once again, it was way too early in the morning to be listening to songs about ass. But this issue did not seem to exist for the Tokyo Tech’s favorite resident ass men, Yuji and Gojo. Or as you liked to call them, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb-ass.

Not even a comfortable minute into the drive, Yuji energetically bent over and picked up your forgotten bra. “Ooh, looks like Gojo Sensei is getting some! Who’s the unlucky girl?” Yuji joked around. “Oh, Gojo. GOJO,” the pink-haired puppy-boy fake moaned like an animal in pain while poking fun at his teacher. Your sensei, ever the enabler of horrible jokes, chuckled along. He glanced up into the rear view mirror and made eye contact with you, breaking it as soon as he swerved into the wrong lane. “At least tell me what she looked like!” Yuji practically bursted at the seams. Gojo sighed and offered a single comment to his student that was enough to temporarily stave off his curiosity and shut him up. “She had a great ass.”

You heard a genuinely amazed “Wow!” from your fellow first-year as blush once again danced onto your cheeks. You broke the car’s mounting tension by piping up and asking, “So where are we actually going?” Gojo explained that their Field Practice entailed an actual mission to retrieve one of Sukuna’s fingers. What the hell? You thought to yourself. You had barely one day of instruction and you were being thrown into the deep end already? Jesus Christ. But somewhere deep inside your mind, you knew that Gojo cared for his students and would never let any of them get hurt.

Rudely interrupting your thoughts for the millionth time, Gojo interjected, “But we’re stopping by the bakery first. I need my morning fix.” Your stomach grumbled at the thought of food just as you remembered you hadn’t eaten yet today. With one shitty parallel-parking job, you had arrived right outside the Ichiban Pan bakery. The three of you filed into the bakery, the bell on the door ringing as the sweet aromas supplied you with some much-needed serotonin. You walked up to the counter, and immediately noticed how beautiful the cashier was. She had long, dark hair and a figure that anyone would drool over.

To your surprise, she said, “Gojo...back here already? I knew you hadn’t had enough of me yet,” as she eyed him lustfully. “Of course I had to come back for seconds. Your goods were just so...soft and sweet,” he smiled coyly as he leaned onto the counter and shamelessly flirted back. The woman reached over and toyed with Gojo’s blindfold as his smile grew. She said, “So, when are we going to have some more fun?” He answered, “Always so eager, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn soon.” You couldn’t tell if your face was heating up with annoyance at the thought of Gojo delaying the mission to flirt with one of his girls, or at the fact that you felt...jealous. Jealous that you weren’t the only one he had eyes for, and envious that this girl was older and maybe even more attractive than you. She made you feel plain in more ways than one, and your mind started to wander.

Did Gojo touch her like how he touched me? How many girls has he had before? How many is he with right now? Damn it. You shook off the bothersome thought. Maybe it was your innate competitiveness as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but you knew you had to get him back. Fair and square. You told yourself it wasn’t because you wanted more from him, but it was because you wanted to make him feel jealous in the exact same way. Whatever it was, whenever the time would come, you were going to leave him frustrated.

Three delicious dangos and thirty minutes later, you found yourself at the site of the curse: a closed off mall. While you were now right outside of the car, you could feel the cursed energy radiating out from its epicenter. “There’s one unregistered first-grade curse that you need to extract Sukuna’s finger from. And I’m going to osbserve,” Gojo said while he sat on the hood of his car. “You’re going to what? I’ve barely had ANY training,” you sputtered angrily, but Yuji was already pulling your arm and dragging you towards the curse. Well, you thought to yourself. Might as well prove yourself a worthy comrade to Yuji and a promising student for...he didn’t matter right now. The two of you sprinted forward as Gojo lowered a dark veil over the area, blackening the sky.

Yuji shoved the front doors open and leapt inside, and you jumped in after him. The lights were broken and flickering, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mall. The escalators were still running, but you could hear distant crashing sounds. “This way!” Yuji yelled, as the two of you sprinted up the escalator to the second floor. The crashing increased in volume, and it was clearly coming from a destroyed souvenir shop ahead.

You laid eyes on the grotesque curse, which resembled a deformed, melting, red plastic mannequin that was at least twice your height. Its arms immediately extended and shot out at you, but you dodged out of the way. You hadn’t learned any techniques yet, so it seemed like you and Yuji would be teaming up and harnessing your raw cursed energy to deliver blows to the mannequin. The curse opened its mouth to reveal jagged teeth that caged in one of Sukuna’s fingers. “There it is!” you shouted. But in an instant, both you and Yuji were caught off guard and knocked to your feet by the mannequin’s extended arms.

They grew spikes that jutted out and beat into your sides. You yelped and coughed in pain, starting to see blood pool out from under your uniform. You gritted your teeth and tried your best to deliver blows to sever the curse’s arms, but it was useless. Yuji, too, seemed trapped in between the sharp spikes. After ten minutes of intense stabbing pains and useless struggle against this first-grade curse, Yuji piped up. “I think I’m going to have to let Sukuna take over and destroy this curse.” Your eyes widened. You had only heard stories of the demon king, and they were all horrific. But it was between that and death, and you both made the split-second decision. “Do it,” you nodded.

You watched from your position as Yuji let Sukuna take over his body. Black tattoos etched their way across his toned body, which was exposed to you after he carelessly tore his tightening shirt off. His smile grew wide and you heard a malicious laugh. “Fool,” Sukuna said directly to the curse, before ripping its right arm off with brute force. “You think you’re any match for me?” Before its arm could regenerate, Sukuna tore off its other one and freed you before tossing you aside like a corpse while informing you that you were “in his way.” You hit your head against the front window of the store and groaned. You watched the mannequin open it’s mouth and shoot out it’s razor-sharp dagger teeth at Sukuna, but he just grabbed onto the curse’s head and tore it right off with ease.

He reached two fingers into the curse’s mouth and extracted the finger, examining it with a slight grin before swallowing it. “Feels so good,” he murmured while throwing his head back and laughing loudly. A wave of confusion washed over you. If the job was done, why hadn’t Yuji switched back yet? What was going on? You shivered and backed up slightly as Sukuna turned his head to look down at you.

“You know,” he drew out a breath as he kneeled down and picked up a scrap of cloth from Yuji’s torn shirt. “I haven’t taken over a vessel in ages. And that means I haven’t had a woman in a very,” he stepped closer to you, “Very long time.” You looked up at him from the ground, taking in his mouthwatering physique. This curse made you forget about logic for a minute and revert to primal instinct. The first thought that ran through your brain was running your tongue over his abs. However, a second later, you had an even better idea. Why not let Sukuna have his way with me? That would show Gojo. I want him to hear me moaning while he’s still sitting in his stupid BMW, blood rushing to his dick as he thinks about me getting fucked stupid by the undisputed king of curses. That thought alone was enough to push you to answer, “And what do you want me to do about that?”

“You’re going to do as I say. Let me fuck you until you can’t remember your own first name.” Your heat throbbed at that, and Sukuna wasted no time binding your hands together tightly with the scrap of cloth. This was really happening. You were about to get destroyed by the legendary Sukuna in the shattered storefront of a souvenir shop. In the dark. Without any semblance of a warning, Sukuna ripped your uniform top right off of your body, leaving behind only scraps of fabric. You shivered at the sensation of being exposed to the cold. You looked up at him wearing only your plain black bra and uniform skirt, and his eyelids lowered. “Fucking slut,” he said, as he ripped off your bra with the same fervor. He smiled hungrily as your nipples perked from the chills, and groped at your breasts with both hands.

He admired how they fit perfectly within his calloused hands, and how he could feel your heartbeat rapidly soar. With fear. Humans really are useless creatures, aren’t they? He thought before he demanded, “Open your mouth.” You complied, and he slid two long digits all the way inside. You felt one hit the back of your throat and you moaned onto his fingers as they slid back out. He rubbed his fingers back onto your breasts, coating them with the wetness of your own saliva. You moaned loudly with pleasure, positive that your pathetic Sensei could hear you from outside.

“That’s good.” Sukuna approved of your moaning. The thought of him making you arch your back, screaming and crying for him pushed him on further. His hands aggressively found your skirt, tearing it easier than paper. He looked down at your soaked panties and felt the urge to make you feel small and embarrassed. “You’ve gone and made a mess of yourself. I’ll just have to get rid of them,” you saw Sukuna’s tongue move around in his mouth as he forcefully tugged off your panties. His hunger got the best of him, and he bent down to let his tongue take one long lap along your dripping cunt. “Fuck,” he breathed as you threw your head back, hitting against the wall. “I haven’t tasted a woman in so long,” he said, before bending back down and slipping his tongue into your slit.

His strong arms kept your shaking legs pried wide open for him, sharp nails tightly gripping into your thighs, and you could only groan louder. He continued to drink at your slippery juices until you screamed and came into his mouth. He licked his lips as he pushed your thighs back together and lifted himself up. “I’m not even close to finished with you yet,” he growled, sensing you getting slightly tired.

He lifted you up and threw you onto your stomach. You propped yourself up shakily using your elbows while he pushed your head down with one of his hands. You arched your back for him, granting him an easier entrance. Kneeling behind you, he teased his dripping tip at your folds while squeezing at your ass. The buildup was almost too much for you to take, so you began to whine “Suku-,” but before you could finish, he entered you roughly. Sukuna mercilessly railed into your pussy from behind, one hand simultaneously gripping your hair and pushing your head down, while the other dug crescent-shaped nail marks into your hips.

His pace was so fast that you could only scream and curse and whine his name, but he only laughed and threw his head back. “Sl-slower,” you begged, tears spilling down your face, but Sukuna maintained his speed. Your useless request only prompted him to move his hand from your hair to your throat, gripping you tightly. “Don’t ask me that again,” he growled, still thrusting.

You could feel his thrusts become more loose and sporadic, and finally he pulled out and groaned deeply while spilling his cum all over your thighs. You panted and stood up slowly, but you held back a shocked scream. You watched in horror as Gojo Satoru stood before you, blindfolded eyes trailing over the white, creamy liquid dripping down your thighs. You instinctively covered your breasts and cunt, managing a weak, “how long were you watching?” Gojo took a step forward. “Well, I decide to assess the situation for myself when I heard you screaming for mercy, so I came in at about the time...” he mimed checking a fake watch, “a 1000-year-old curse started pounding you from behind.”

You blushed, heart racing from the exposure and accidental voyeurism. You hadn’t expected him to actually come see you for himself. However, your eyes took a quick trip to see a growing bulge in your Sensei’s pants. You smiled to yourself as you thought, mission accomplished.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 5/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 5/8 WORD COUNT: 3,900+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity| cigarette smoking | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | drug use SPOILERS: n/a STATUS: COMPLETED

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The autumn winds heralded more clement weather, carrying the tart scent of peaches and pine in the air. With the balmier weather, everyone in the estate had taken their opportunity to be outdoors. Nanami himself had been dragged out and was walking with everyone who cared to go to the private orchards when at breakfast, the groundskeeper announced that everyone can go peach picking.

He watched from across the table as the object of his attraction visibly lit up, your glorious blue eyes brightening exponentially. You loved peach picking and he loved seeing you all excited over small things. But it turned out to be something of a disappointment when your attention turned to Geto instead of him, inviting him to go with you.

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” you asked expectantly, giggling like a little girl when Geto nodded, placing an arm over your shoulder and hugging you to his side while he said, “Anything for my favorite girl.”

My favorite girl. He had to stop himself from being petty and scoffing at the very thought of it. His annoyance was further validated when you generalized your invitation, saying anyone who wished to could come, voiced out by Yuuji who pouted at you and said you should have been inviting him since he loved picking peaches as much as you did.

That was just how it was with you when it comes to Geto. You forget everyone around you the moment he makes an appearance, and it seemed Nanami wasn’t an exception. He could accept that in the past. Ever since, you had been vocal about your preference for the dark-haired man who spoiled you to no end, letting you have your way and without fail made you smile and laugh like you never do with anyone else. When their group would go out, travel or do something else recreational, you’d always be where Geto was, dangling by his arm. You mellowed out with him when you met Yuuji, but the truth is that Geto Suguru is your favorite among your older brother’s friends.

This time, however, he couldn’t rest easy with you interacting that way with said male. If he was being honest, he only agreed to go peach picking after Gojo made him tag along because he wanted to keep a close eye on you. He was also being obvious about it with the way he was trailing you with his eyes every other five seconds, the realization dawning into him when Shoko walked beside him, grinning as she took a long drag from her cigarette.

“If you want to be with her, just do it,” the woman told him, easily reading him as usual. “You look like you’re about to blow your top.”

Nanami just glanced at you, his eyes involuntarily flicking to your familiar figure now circling around Geto as you walked, your hands and arms animatedly making big gestures as you seemingly explained something to him. He felt his temper rise when the male grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him so he could wrap an arm around you, his dark eyes finding Nanami over his shoulder in a sly taunt.

Shoko clucked her tongue, shaking her head. “We all know, Kento.” She glanced behind her where Gojo and Utahime were walking. “Only that white-haired idiot seems to know nothing. Or he pretends not to know.” She sighed. “I can’t blame him though. She used to be this really cute bundle of joy, but look at her now. She’s a grown woman.”

He couldn’t disagree with that. He knew exactly just how much of a woman you have become physically and mentally. What he doesn’t understand was why you weren’t walking with him instead while you’d be sneaking around with him, stealing kisses and hugs from him since the previous day when the pair of you returned from the lake.

At the rehearsal the previous night, you had stuck to him like glue, not that he minded. You purposefully touched him even when everyone was watching, running your fingers over his arm, leaning against him while everyone waited for their turn to practice their part for the ceremony and holding his hand while he sat with you in the garden during breaks, all the while feigning innocence to your actions. You even went to the extent of wrapping an arm around his waist while Gojo was speaking to you. The man, obviously aggravated, narrowed his eyes at you before turning on his heels and leaving.

“God, he’s so frustratingly dumb,” you muttered under breath, watching him leave. Only you had the guts (and right if Nanami was being honest) to call your brother dumb. It somehow made Nanami think that you were really just doing things to get a rise out of Gojo for whatever reason or whatever complex you had with him, but what confused him was that you didn’t stop even if your male clone wasn’t looking.

It was no different at the dinner that followed at the restaurant the family had rented for the night. You purposefully said you forgot something, declaring that you will be riding with Nanami instead, tossing your car keys to Megumi who saluted him while snickering with Nobara. Yuuji, being the most annoying of your three friends, deliberately bumped against him and said, “Make the most of it, Nanamin.”

He would have smacked the boy at the back of his head if the conniving little sprite dragging him around didn’t pull him towards his car. “Wait for them to leave,” you told him as you boarded his car.

“I thought you forgot something.” His lips quirked upwards, already realizing what you were playing at, but before he could say anything more, you grabbed him by the collar, silencing him with your lips. That ended up with you two being half an hour late to dinner after that one kiss turned into a full-on make-out session in his car with you sitting astride his lap while he kissed you stupid.

When both of you finally got to the restaurant, he expected you to let go of him, but you boldly walked with him to your designated seats, holding onto his hand as you led the way. He did not miss the way your parents were looking at the two of you, but he pretended not to notice. Your father was rather approving which was a relief but your mom was just confused. He could just surmise that your friends were in on it when you ended up sitting on the same table, reserving two seats for him and you, further proven when you exchanged high-fives with Nobara who, in turn, winked at Nanami. Of course, he thought, they knew.

You engaged in conversations with your friends for most of the duration of the dinner, but you never failed to smile his way or wink at him when you think no one’s watching. You didn’t ride home with him since he had to drive stupid Gojo after he got too drunk to function and instead drove your car with your pals. You and your friends didn’t come back for another hour, but when you got home, you rifled through the house, loudly asking everyone where he was.

Nanami had to suppress laughter as he crossed the foyer on his way to the stairs and saw how you pushed past Suguru to make your way towards him, latching onto his arm and announcing to everyone that you will walk him to his room cause he might get lost. You had giddily stuck to what you said you’ll do when he noticed how your eyes were bloodshot and you had that odd smile on your face.

“Sweetheart, are you high?” he asked, gently holding you at arm’s length. He already knew the answer to his question when he caught a whiff of weed on your hair. Typically, he’d scold you, but the way you were tittering for no reason was just too adorable for him to handle.

“Don’t be mad,” you said to him, attempting to pout, but you couldn’t in your state. You then started poking his cheek that he eventually had to hold your hands away from him. When you finally stopped laughing, you blinked up at him and said, “I want you to kiss me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice as he pulled you to a side hallway, pushing you against the wall, giving you a peck. You whined loudly. “You call that a kiss?” you complained.

“Be specific, love. How do you want me to kiss you?” he teased, leaning his forehead against yours, trying hard not to laugh as he held you back, preventing you from touching him. He was already aware of how you could easily take the reins and dominate him.

You smirked at him. “Kiss me dumb. Pretty please with a cherry on top, Kento?” You seemed to have discovered that calling him by his given name has become his weakness, and you succeeded because in the next second, he was all over you, prying your mouth open with his tongue as he pressed you against the wall with his body. You submitted to his touches, pulling him closer, your sensuous lips and the sweet flavor of your tongue driving him insane. Before he lost control, he walked you back to your room, defeating the purpose of you walking him to his.

But now, he had to watch you being monopolized by Geto.

He sighed. He could trust Shoko to shed off pretenses for once.

“You okay?” she asked.

He nodded. “I know she’s really fond of Suguru, but I can’t help but –” What was it that he felt exactly?

“You’re jealous. It’s natural especially when she was all clingy with you yesterday.” She chuckled. Shoko couldn’t have been more right, but the scene playing out before him was the least of his problems. It ran deeper than just the moment at hand.

Nanami promised to keep it a secret as Geto’s friend although it killed him a thousand times when three years ago, just a week before the time he had to haul you out of a bathtub after your cocaine episode, the male came to him, confiding that he wanted to pursue you romantically.

“Good luck on that,” he remembered telling Geto, feeling that same pang of envy pervading his system, but then the latter said, “It’s just that she said she likes someone else.” He looked at Nanami sharply as if he was angry at him for some reason, but retracted to his easy-going mood. “Forget I said anything. I can’t have her.”

“Why is that?” Nanami asked then.

At that, Geto smiled, sadness crossing his features. “I don’t deserve her.”

At odd to his words three years ago, Geto was as close to you as ever. You’re obviously still very fond of him. Still, Nanami wasn’t sure what the intention was behind Geto’s calculated actions. The man was just as aggravating as you are with your mutual penchant for games and keeping people on their toes.

Shoko stole him back from his reverie. “Just put a label on it already. She likes you, too, you know.”

“How do you know that?” he asked.

“Seriously?” She burst out laughing then. “Men are such dense creatures.”

“That’s offensive.”

“So is your obliviousness.”

“What does that even mean?”

She shook her head, her laughter dissipating. “Talk to her and find out.”

**

“I saw what you were doing with Kento last night.”

You looked at Geto who was walking beside you, not really knowing how to respond to his observations and settling for twirling the wicker basket you were holding. He flashed you a knowing smile, already used to your behavior when you were puzzling something in your head, caught up in your own bubble.

“I’m not as frustrated about Nanamin as much as I am with Satoru.” You sighed, remembering how your brother just walked away when he saw you holding onto Nanami, annoyed as if he thinks you were just trying to rile him up. “He’s so dense with things like this.”

“You’re one to talk,” Geto stated frankly, snickering at your appalled reaction. “On a more serious note, why?”

Letting up on your scowl, you said, “Well, he’s being a bitch about how I never tell him anything anymore. He asked whether I liked Nanamin and what was going on when I was being very obvious. I kissed the man in front of him, for heaven’s sake.”

“Sweetie, that’s not straightforward at all. You know yourself better than anyone, and seriously, even I get all confused as to whether you’re just messing with everyone, not to mention that you’re so erratic that we just don’t know what to expect from you.” Geto eyed you placatingly, letting you know that he was being earnest.

You easily laugh and smile because of him, but he just as easily offends your by being so brutally straightforward. You’re realizing that now that he was acting more like your older brother, and you knew you couldn’t get offended when you wanted assurance. “I just want to include him all the time but his reactions are so fucking infuriating. He treats me like a kid crushing on his friend if anything.”

“So, why not talk to him about it?”

“I don’t want to sit down and talk to him about it as if I’m asking for permission or approval. I love Satoru to smithereens – don’t tell him that – but he doesn’t get a say about what I want in life especially not where the people I date are concerned especially since he seems to have an aversion to me being attracted to any of you guys ever since I turned twelve.”

Geto chortled. “So you’ve been crushing on Kento since you were a kid?”

You made a face at him, punching him on the arm. “No, idiot. I liked you first.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

You momentarily stopped walking. “Yes, but then I found out what a womanizer you are but I won’t even venture into that. I’m not really fond of martyrdom,” you deadpanned.

Not even hiding his affront, he walked back to your spot and flicked you on the forehead. “I’m very offended you’d say that to me!”

“It’s true though.” You laughed, reaching over to squish his face before walking around him in circles. “If you think I’ll cry over your pretty face, you couldn’t have been more mistaken. Besides, I don’t want to share.”

“Now you’re just being a jerk.” He placed a hand over his chest, feigning insult. “I’m hurt, baby.”

“You deserve it for kissing that cheap model wannabe in front of me on your first runway show.”

“My, my. Your tongue’s loose today. Tell me more.”

“I settled for thinking I’ll just steal you from Satoru to be my best friend. Well, that’s before I met Yuuji. I guess I was just really jealous of what you and Satoru had. I wanted everything he had anyway until I realized that’s now how it works and there were things about me he couldn’t have either. Makes it fair.” You chuckled, finally making it in front of him. “Like that personalized plush bear you gave me on my eighteenth birthday. Man, that was huge.”

Laughing with you, he held onto your arm, pulling you close to him, glancing behind him.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, still giggling.

“Your boy toy would have killed me with those looks he’d been throwing at my direction since breakfast,” Geto whispered to you, making you look over your shoulder, too. There, you found Nanami, looking so breathtakingly gorgeous with the rakish way his hair had been styled and his chiseled physique outlined by the long-sleeved running top he had on. He’s been dressing more casually recently much to your satisfaction.

“Don’t call him that, He’s not my boy toy.” You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. “Sometimes, I have to stop myself from jumping his bones.”

It was Geto’s turn to make a face at you. “Sweetheart, I love you, but don’t say those things to me. Anyway, are you two together now?”

You tensed slightly and shook your head. “That’s up to him.”

“What?” He scoffed. “In case you’re not aware, you’re a prize. Don’t go doing all the work.”

“I know.”

“He should fight for it, too, if he wants you.”

“So Yuuji says.”

“He’s right.” Geto stopped walking, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You know I love you right?”

You nodded, poking fun at him. “More than your hoes, I hope.”

He clucked his tongue, rolling his eyes at you. “I’m being serious here. You may think I’m a hedonistic bastard who only thinks about getting laid all the time, but you’re a different story, sweetheart. I treasure you like Satoru does, and if I see something wrong, it’s my duty to tell you.”

Seeing the somber look on his face, your smile dropped. “What are you getting at?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he began. “Kento is a good man, better than Satoru and I combined to tell you the truth. But when it comes to things like this, he has the tendency to be indecisive.”

Your heart dropped, feeling nervous all of a sudden as your eyes widened in fear at the prospect. “Are you saying he doesn’t like me?”

“Honey, he loves you. I know so.” He snorted. “Bastard can’t even resist you anymore by the looks of it, but trust me when I say he’s going to over-analyze things because there are so many things to consider instead just going for it.”

“You mean Satoru?” you griped.

“One of them anyway.”

“O…kay.” You pouted in perplexity. “How would you advise me to proceed?”

Geto finally let up on the seriousness, bursting out laughing. “The gods are fair, aren’t they?”

Understanding why he was laughing, you punched him on the arm again. “I know I’m dumb at this, but at least try acting like the older, more mature one here. You should be flattered I’m coming to you for shit like this at all.”

Still laughing, he pulled you close and hugged you, planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head. When he was calm enough, he breathed out and squeezed you tighter. “Talk to him and be direct about it.”

**

You decided to approach Nanami when you spotted him alone under one of the trees, reading a book. The forgotten basket of peaches beside him, only half-filled, was indicative that he forgot about the activity at hand and is in his own world again. You adored his quiet side, the way he kept to himself, unafraid to be alone and always comfortable in his solitude, so much so that you hesitated to disturb him.

Quietly, you stalked towards him, making sure not to make any sudden sounds, but being him, he was immediately able to perceive your presence.

"You have a very dark taste in literature as a child," Nanami spoke when you’re within earshot, sensing your presence.

You frowned, sitting beside him, confused at first but upon seeing your battered copy of "Coraline" sitting on his lap, you understood what he meant. "Where did you find that?"

"In the library." He finally met your gaze, his expressions unfathomable. "I remembered you gushing about it when you first read it."

You nodded in understanding, but couldn't quite keep your mind in the conversation, plagued with thoughts of what Geto told you earlier. He was saying something about your fascination for the horror genre, but you cut him short, saying, "Can I ask you something?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly at the question, his quizzical gaze prompting you to proceed.

"What are we?" you blurted out, your blue eyes quite unable to meet his dark ones. You don't exactly know what was making you behave with such uncertainty. After all the times you had been confident where he was concerned, you were suddenly scared. You didn't fear being rejected by anyone. It has always been the case for you since you’re younger, but you were afraid of not knowing, of not being sure.

Nanami looked at you, deep in thought for a few moments until he finally told you, "That's up to you, isn't it?" His tone had a bite to it.

Unable to place where he was coming from at the moment, you hesitated. You rummaged through your head about what his response to you could imply, frowning when you came up with nothing. "What?" you said, thinking it better to ask.

"You heard me." He shrugged, opening the book to the page he was reading. By the looks of it, he was trying his best to ignore you.

You fought the urge to pose barb at him, too, wanting nothing but to get a straight response from him. "Why is it up to me?" You totally didn't understand, thinking it ought to be a decision the pair of you should make. Wasn’t that how it worked?

Silently cursing at the whole situation, you contemplated on your past relationships. All of them seemed less complicated. They liked you, you liked them. You decide to date, and when things don’t work out, the arrangement is broken off. High school and college boys were irritating to say the least, but you were expecting it to be a lot more straightforward with Nanami because he’s a mature adult. Now it seemed like you were in one of those previous relationships again.

“Elaborate on that,” you prompted him, seriously at a loss.

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Is this another game of yours?"

To say you’re appalled by his odd line of questioning was an understatement. Unable to control your emotions anymore, you stood up. "What are you talking about?" You burst out laughing without mirth. For once, you’re being direct with what you wanted. For once, you weren't playing and yet all you get are questions being thrown at you.

"Go play with Suguru. He seems to enjoy your antics more than anyone," he told you coldly.

"What are you on about?" you demanded from him. “I’m asking you a simple question.”

Nanami flashed you a tired smile. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

He also stood up, obviously exasperated. "Look, I honestly don't know what we are. I'm not sure." He sighed when you eyed him in disappointment but that expression turned into icy indifference very quickly.

"You don't know," you repeated, nodding. "Okay. I see how it is."

For the first time in years, you felt stupid, so much so that you felt like tearing all the hair off your scalp. You didn't understand what was wrong with Nanami but so many thoughts ran through your head at the same time. You thought you might have asked too early. You thought maybe you read things between the two of you wrong. On top of all that, you felt so overwhelmed with anger over his response that you couldn't think straight, but you were also afraid of saying anything else in case your inner demon decides to jump out.

Turning away, you started walking away. You heard him call your name but you didn't look back, suppressing the urge to go back to him and instead storming out of the orchard. You didn't understand what the dull ache in your chest meant but you knew you couldn't handle it.

-end of part 5-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210731]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[ladyloveandjustice]

Fall 2020 Anime Overview

I started out watching the a ton of anime for the Fall 2020 season, but then ended up not being caught up with most of them by the the time the end rolled around. I still pretty much intend to catch up with Yashahime Princess Half Demon someday (I do like the three leads, it just the plot’s been dull as dirt and the fights aren’t very inspired either) and though I dropped Wandering Witch after bad press started rolling in (I CANNOT deal with pointless tragedy in my current state of mind) I might check out a few more episodes someday just to from my own opinion. For now, let’s just quickly review the anime I DID manage to finish on time this season.

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle is exactly what it says on the tin: Princess Syalis isn’t too bothered about being captured by demons and locked in their castle, but she does value a good night’s sleep, and she is absolutely ruthless when it comes to getting it- so ruthless, in fact, that the demons realized it might not be that she’s trapped in here with them, but that they’re trapped in here with her.

Sleepy Princess is top tier comedy comfort food. It rarely got a huge belly laugh, but it always but a smile on my face and was a great thing to watch before going to bed. Syalis’s single-minded search for some shut eye is a joke that could have gotten old very quickly, but the show consistently found creative ways to expand on the gags and build it’s world and a fun cast of characters along the way. 

Though Syalis is downright brutal to the demons when it comes to getting what she wants (and has a knack for getting herself killed at well), thanks to a demon cleric that offers easy resurrections, you never feel too bad for anyone involved. In fact, the demons and Syalis form a strangely heartwarming bond over the course of the show , and it’s clear by the end that Syalis definitely has the ability to come and go if she damn well pleases and just finds this castle a fun place where she can find respite from her princessly responsibilities. 

A nice bonus for those of us who like a little subversion is that the show has a lot of fun playing with standard adventure tropes- the demons often lament that Syalis is not at all what they expected from a captive princess, for one, but my favorite fun little twist is how Syalis feels about the hero currently on a (seemingly endless) quest to rescue her- she manages to both hold him in contempt AND consistently fail to remember his name. That level of disregard takes some impressive effort.

The show has the same director as the Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun anime and as such has a similarly nice comic and visual flourishes throughout. It definitely gets two sleepy thumbs up for me.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Jujutsu Kaisen follows a young man named Yuuji Itadori who, after tangling with a demon, ends up with one inside him. With a death sentence hanging over his head, he’s inducted into a school for “jujutsu sorcerers”, and begins training to use his newfound powers to defeat demons and curses.

Jujutsu Kaisen quickly tells you on no uncertain terms it is Action Shonen, introducing a huge cast of a characters and powers and super high stakes and hey there’s even gonna be a tournament arc soon. It is really, really pretty to look at, with a killer opening and ending, some seriously great animation and cool visuals for the fights especially. But is it particularly memorable otherwise? Noooooot really, so far. The sea of technobabble it tends to descend into when trying to explain how the various powers work often has me zoning out and wishing they’d just let me watch the pretty punches. The villains and the general plot isn’t particularly compelling. The characters are nice enough, but haven’t given me much to be attached to so far. Though I do appreciate this one dude who is the embodiment of millennial ennui:

I’ll keep watching though, because it is a visually stunning, action-y thing to my turn your brain off to and god knows I want to turn my brain off all the time lately. 

And the characters do have potential- the One Girl of the main group, Nobara, has a really fun personality in that she’s a total shitlord doofus brawler who can thus doof around with our equally dumbass protagonist, which is an pretty fun, unusual personality for the One Girl to have! Her interactions with Maki, the weapons expert senpai girl, are promising too. I’m just waiting for her to actually, you know, DO something that really shows off her skills- I’m told she DOES eventually get to (gasp) win fights on her own and do cool stuff, but so far show has kind at that of failed miserably and underused her like most action shonen underuse their girls. Plus, taking Yuuji out of the group for such a long stretch seems like a weird choice, we’ve been deprived really seeing him for relationships with his peers. The pacing seems off. But maybe the upcoming tournament arc will make up for that and actually be worthwhile!

Talentless Nana

In a world where kids with superpowers are sent to island schools to fight mysterious “enemies of humanity”, one class of such kids is thrown into chaos when they find themselves targeted by a deadly force.

It’s pretty much impossible to talk about Talentless Nana without discussing how it deviates dramatically from what its premise appears to be in episode one, so I’ll just say if you like stories with superpowers and intrigue, you should definitely sit through that first episode and see if the plot that’s eventually revealed is something that you’re here for. But if you want to avoid spoilers, DON’T GO BELOW THE CUT, because I’m about to get very spoilery.

Basically, Talentless Nana pulls a bait and switch, starting it’s first episode posing as generic superhero anime where the protagonist appears to be your standard meek-but-powerful anime boy (Nanao) who just needs some support and encouragement from a pink haired mind reading manic pixie dream girl (Nana) to unlock his self-confidence and ~true power~ (ugh)...only to take SHARP swerve when  Nana ruthlessly murders Nanao and reveals she’s been sent by the government to take out the superpowered kids one by one because THEY are the considered the true enemies of humanity. Oh, and she doesn’t have any superpowers, or “talents”- she was just able to sus out everything Nanao was thinking through basic deductive reasoning because he was so flippin’ obvious and basic.

As my love for a certain character in a certain game may have clued people into, I am ALWAYS delighted when what appears to be a generic, underwritten girlfriend character is then revealed to be an interesting, ruthless mastermind. And having an anime appear to be about a bland boy with a Dream Girlfriend but then actually turn into a show about a deeply cynical, morally dubious girl who’s clearly holding down a lot of messy feelings as she considers everyone her enemy...well, it may be a cheap trick to some, but it also feels a little bit like justice for all the underwritten female characters sacrificed to bland male leads. It’s still rare enough that I dig it when it happens. And the metatext of Nana zeroing in on this kid as the most standard of main character boys, assessing him as the biggest threat because of it and knowing the perfect way to take him out, is pretty inherently funny to me.

But if the show JUST banked on that twist and was about Nana brutally and cynically slaughtering these kids, it would get boring quickly and Nana would be a bland character herself. Fortunately, it doesn’t go that route. Nana struggles and grows a lot over the course of the show. She finds opposition in transfer student Kyoya, a stoic (and socially awkward) young man who pretty quickly becomes suspicious of her. A lot of the tension from the early episodes comes from her sweating as she tries to outmaneuver him and she makes plenty of mistakes along the way. She also slowly but surely starts to question her mission, and we get an idea of her backstory and how the government specifically has groomed her into believing people with powers to be evil. That belief is one that’s challenged by her friendship with another girl, and it’s pretty rewarding to watch Nana’s feelings and world expand little by little.

The show is definitely a little schlocky-some of the plots (as well as the general premise of the government thinking this is the optimal way to get rid of their superpowered kids problem) fall apart if you think too much about them, and some of the kids Nana goes up against are sleazy and unlikeable in over the top ways (which makes it easy for her to stick to her convictions all these kids deserve to die at first). In particular, I have to give a heads up for some sleazy guys doing and saying sleazy things, though the show never gets too overbearing or graphic with it (and the gore is generally PG-13 level as well). 

Basically. There are some truly ridiculous happenings in this show. But how ridiculous and pulpy and over the top it is can be part of the appeal, and it’s fun to just sit back and watch the spectacle of Nana and her peers head-scratching machinations. 

So, while certainly not an anime with airtight construction or flawless quality and depth, I found Nana an overall entertaining watch, especially as a fan of cat-and-mouse murder-y shenanigans, and thought it has a very compelling main character and managed to end on a heartwrenching (but earned) note. I definitely wouldn’t say no to a second season and would be interested to see where things go from here.

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 3

The realization that you were completely exposed and standing between two extremely intimidating men (well, one man and one thousand-year-old curse) made you shiver. They were both tall, and had a perfect view of everything. “Didn’t even spare her underwear, huh?”

Gojo asked Sukuna as he nodded towards your scrapped uniform. “Come on, I had that one custom made! They’re expensive, you know,” he whined, before taking a couple of strides toward a pile of corny “I Heart Tokyo” sweatshirts knocked off of their rack. Gojo crouched over and chuckled as he eyed an aggressively hot pink one, flinging it towards you.

You scrambled to slip it on, grateful that it at least covered you down to your quads; you really hadn’t thought this far ahead. What the hell was going on, though? A flip switched immediately in your brain as you reverted back from primal instinct to logic, finishing your ride on the wave of pride that came with knowing Gojo got hard watching you. But was he really jealous, though? It kind of felt like he enjoyed watching me...and why didn’t Yuji switch back with Sukuna immediately after exorcising the curse? As if he read your mind, Sukuna said from behind you, “I want to offer you a deal, Satoru.”

He brushed past you and looked down at Gojo, who was still crouched down. “I’m getting bored existing within that useless boy Yuji. I don’t feel as though I’m having any...fun,” he said slowly as your sensei straightened up. “It’s getting hard to curb my cravings, and if I’m pent up in there for long enough...I might just slaughter every man, woman, and child I see the next time I take over this body.” Gojo still said nothing, folding his arms and letting Sukuna propose his deal. “If you let me have my way with this girl once a week,” he turned his head and pierced his eyes into yours, “I might not kill everyone I see.” Your eyes widened. That was definitely not what you were expecting.

You wanted to call his bluff, because you know he was too violent to ever stop killing needlessly. But before you could even open your mouth to speak, Gojo asked, “How do I know you won’t just kill her yourself? You’ve always had a thing for killing ‘women and children.’” “Because,” Sukuna started, “I find using her body...more than satisfying.” You shivered at how these two were talking about you as if you weren’t there.

But you couldn’t deny that somewhere in the back of your mind, the idea of Sukuna handling your body, touching you where he wanted to, making you scream...turned you on. “Fine. If it’s for the greater good, my moral compass points to yes. I’ll just have to keep close tabs on your interactions myself to make sure you’re not injuring my favorite student. If you do, you’re done for,” Gojo stuck out his arm to seal the pact. Sukuna shook on it, and offered some parting words to you: “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.”

The black tattoos plunged back within the surface of Yuji’s skin, and the young boy opened his eyes. “What just happened?” He looked around frantically, scratching his head. “Y/n, where’d your uniform go? Did I eat another finger?” But before you had a chance to breathe, Gojo steered Yuji out of the shop and promised to explain later (but before he left, your teacher snatched up two tiny Mickey Mouse keychains as “souvenir gifts” for Megumi and Nobara). The three of you left the abandoned mall and piled back into the black BMW. Gojo climbed in after lifting the black veil from the sky. It was weird to see that it was still morning, even if it was a cloudy day. “Well...you both did a pretty shit job at fighting the curse. Good call bringing out Sukuna to finish it off, though. Both of your combat skills need work, but other than that, great first mission!” your teacher gushed happily.

Great first mission? Sure, it was successful and you had exorcised a curse and retrieved the finger, but...great? You almost died and then found yourself part of a binding contract with the king of curses as his...personal toy? The world of Jujutsu was proving to be much more complicated than you could’ve imagined. How could all of this have happened within an hour...you shouldn’t have let your emotions cloud your judgement. But what’s done is done.

Your teacher once again continued his habit of jolting you out of your thoughts by slapping his hand on the radio. Baby Got Back blared though the speakers, and you groaned the second your two least-favorite ass men started screaming along. Gojo sped 20 above the speed limit all the way back to Tokyo Tech, burning rubber as he screeched to a stop outside. Him and Yuji fist-bumped each other up, and Yuji hopped out with an enthusiastic, “see-ya, Sensei! Today was awesome!” You turned to exit after him, but Gojo stopped you. “Nope, not yet,” he said. You sighed exasperatedly and dramatically slumped into the backseat. “I’m exhausted. What do you want?” “You’re not done for today. I’ve still got one more lesson to teach you today, but this time you’ll really just be observing,” he said quietly, his hand left hand gripping the wheel tightly, while his right shifted the gear to back into drive.

You secretly knew you could trust your sensei, and you were far too tired to question where he was taking you. However, you slowly grew impatient as he took a route that was all too familiar. Your suspicions were confirmed when he parked outside of an expensive-looking skyscraper. “Care to tell me what we’re doing at your place?” You sternly said to the back of his head. He didn’t turn back around when he said, “Just stop asking questions. I told you already, you’re going to observe.” He got out of the driver’s seat calmly, opening your door. You hesitantly climbed out and followed him inside, a few paces behind him. After a silent elevator ride up to the 38th floor, you entered his apartment after him.

He shut the door almost too softly, and pinned you against it before you could flinch. His tall figure leaned down against you, and his hands pressed into your sides, keeping you still against the door. You could feel his cold breath tickling your ear. “You thought you could make me jealous? Thought you’d have fun making me watch Sukuna cum all over you? And you thought you were going to get away with that,” he whispered into your ear and laughed when you recoiled.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to open your legs real wide for him, just because you wanted me to hear you moaning? You haven’t been a good girl at all. I’ll teach you what it feels like to be jealous, because it’s what you deserve.” He firmly grasped you by the arm a little too tightly, and pulled you back into his bedroom for the second time. To your surprise, there was already someone in there waiting. It was the beautiful cashier that you saw in the bakery only a few hours earlier, and she kneeled on Gojo’s bed wearing a short, black silk robe. “Y/n, this is Juni. Isn’t she a dime piece?” She was silent, but you could see what she wanted just from the gleam in her eyes.

Gojo forcefully pushed you onto a small couch directly facing the bed, and then turned to this other woman. Your sensei peeled off his navy uniform top, and your heart rate picked up at seeing his ridiculous abs and bare chest. He was definitely one of those people who looked better without clothes on, and he knew it. His slender fingers wandered over to untie her robe, and slipped it off of her carefully, hands trailing over her exposed skin. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and you could see right away that she was well-endowed.

You felt a sharp twinge in your chest when you took her in with your eyes. Her chest was much bigger than yours, and Gojo seemed to be having the time of his life pushing his face against her tits. You wondered if he thought you were lacking in that department. You were confused by the mix of emotions your brain presented you with, just as the natural arousal at seeing two attractive people touch each other came flooding in. Gojo, as if he could sense this, made blindfold-contact with you and said, “you like watching us, huh? You’re so dirty, getting wet while I touch her. Go ahead, get yourself off.” He turned back to the cashier and pushed her down onto the bed.

Your eyes stung when you realized that they were about to fuck on the same spot you and Gojo did two nights ago. You didn’t want him to touch anyone the way he touched you, but you would never let him know that. If you were just a side piece to him, then he was the same to you. So you swallowed your rage, ignored the strange pains in your chest, and continued to watch them.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Gojo groaned as he entered the other woman. Hearing him moan was one of the most delicious, lustful sounds you had ever heard. You could feel yourself getting more slick, and the urge to put your hands on your cunt and relieve yourself was slowly building up. “That’s my fucking girl. You feel so good, you’re taking me so well,” he cooed, and your heat started throbbing almost painfully. You almost felt a surge of sinful pride when you realized that he still had his blindfold on, and wasn’t about to take it off for this girl. You’d show him you weren’t jealous, and you didn’t care that he was deep inside someone else. Your confidence mounted as you removed the stupid novelty sweatshirt from over your head. You were completely nude, your juices spilling onto Gojo’s small, soft couch.

You put your left hand over your dripping cunt, while your right hand played with your own breasts. Thanks to your competitiveness, you wanted to put on as much of a show for that cocky bastard as he was for you. You caught his attention by moaning lightly. As he looked over at you, a grin stretched onto his face. He wasn’t expecting the delightful surprise of seeing you without any clothes on, pleasuring yourself to him. You licked your lips and started rubbing small circles around your wet clit with your thumb. The sight prompted him to move into Juni faster, needing to relieve his mounting arousal quicker.

“I knew you were a little whore the first time I saw you,” he turned to you. “Always making sure your skirt was short enough for me, always bending over for me during training. You acted like an innocent tease, but you’re really a dirty little slut. I bet you’d open your legs for anyone, as long as they asked you real nicely,” he growled.

His dirty talk brought you closer to your destination, but you wanted to one-up this fool and have a grand finish after he did. So you slowed your pace, panting. Your face heated up at the fact that even though he was fucking another woman, all of Gojo’s attention was on you. He continued to watch you and groan a few more times before saying, “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Waiting for me to finish? Ladies first.” You were about to respond when Juni finished right then and there. You were slightly irritated to see her cum dripping down and sliding onto Gojo’s cock.

“See? She knows how to follow directions. I guess that’s something I still have to teach you,” Gojo commented while stroking the woman’s hair. He turned back to you and frowned. “So disobedient. What’s taking you so damn long?” You wanted him to fold, so you tried to make him weaker however you could. You opened your legs wider, allowing him a nicer view.

His mouth opened slightly, and you could see him lick his lips. “Fuck,” he panted, as his thrusts grew uneven. He pulled out and threw his head back as he moaned and painted the woman’s torso with his cum. After he caught his breath, he pulled his pants up and climbed to sit directly across from you, his legs reaching the floor. He leaned back and crossed his arms, long legs still spread. His coy grin grew as he realized the effect he had on you. Your legs started shaking when you realized he was watching you closely, and you started rubbing your clit faster. You helplessly bucked your hips against his spoiled couch in order to gain any friction you could. “Seems like you’re still waiting for my instructions? How pathetic. Just cum already,” Gojo said.

You wailed loudly as you finally released, creaming yourself all over his couch. He laughed at you as he stood up. “Look, Juni, she couldn’t help but make a mess out of herself.” The woman laughed tiredly and put on her robe once again. “Well, I’m taking a shower. Care to join me, Gojo?” She said sweetly to her lover.

“I’ll be there in a second,” he called, as she departed to the bathroom. You pulled back on your dumb sweatshirt and stood up. “Did you have fun? I hope so, because I didn’t learn a single thing about jealousy,” you said as you walked towards the door. He sucked in air between his teeth as he watched you leave. He didn’t know how you did it, how you hadn’t cracked yet. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep his mind off of you, and he needed his hands on you...soon.

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