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fos-tis-zois · 2 months ago
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jjk smau - random bf!inumaki texts
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♡ incl: inumaki toge (aged up au)
♡ warnings: swearing? some smutty stuff?
♡ an: the first 2 were supposed to be a series of "yn sees their partner with someone else and gets jealous" but that was an idea i had from months ago and i did not have content for anyone else unfortunately and i could not think of smth that made me happy with it so... yea <3
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system-to-the-madness · 10 months ago
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お米 Okome - Inumaki Toge x Reader
Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff Word Count: 4 532 Warnings: mentions of blood and injury Summary: Inumaki hates that he can’t use his voice to express his feelings towards you
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Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate. If there’s a situation he doesn’t like, he prefers action over lament and puts his mind to work to find a way to change it. Sure, there are situations he can’t change, his cursed speech for example, then he works around those things, finds a way to deal with it somehow. He talks in onigiri ingredients, occasionally uses a notebook or his phone’s note app to communicate more difficult matters. Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate.
Except now he does. His eyes fall on Yuuta and you, sitting on a bench underneath the Momiji, red leaves sparkling in the autumn sun. Even from the distance where Toge just stepped out of the building across the yard, he can tell how hard you’re laughing, can tell that Yuuta has the biggest grin on his face. He stops, several different thoughts shooting through his head all at once. He loves your laugh. He wants to make you laugh too. He can’t, because of his cursed speech. He envies Yuuta for being able to tell you joke and making you laugh like that. And suddenly he remembers this thing he read in a magazine, that said that girls like boys who can make them laugh, and his stomach sinks.
 Toge already knows you like Yuuta. Its’s obvious. Do you like him because he can make you laugh? Toge stops in his steps where he was about to walk over to join the two of you, his heart suddenly thrumming almost painfully in his chest. Do you like Yuuta? He watches his black-haired friend, watches as he lifts his hand and leans a little closer to you. You stop laughing and lean in too. For a terrifying moment Toge thinks he’s about to witness you, the classmate he may or may not have had the biggest crush on since your first one-on-one training session, kiss his friend. But you don’t. Instead, you listen to something Yuuta says that Toge can’t make out over the distance and burst into another fit of laughter.
Suddenly Toge feels like crying. He could never make you laugh like that. Not by whispering a few words into the narrow space between you, not by letting words roll over his tongue. He can write them down, or pantomime them, or fool around to make you laugh, but he can never whisper them.
He wants to talk to you about normal things too, about the stupid weather, or how pretty you look with that new hoodie, or how clever your answers in class were, or how annoying Gojo and this new homework is. He doesn’t want to have to use his notebook for every slightly more complicated conversation, but he can’t be sure you would understand him if he didn’t. It doesn’t stop him from wishing he could use his voice to talk to you. Ever since he really, truly understood his cursed technique, he’s realized just how powerful and yet intimate voice is.
It’s something he’ll never be able to use to communicate his feelings.
Once, not long after Yuuta had joined the school, they, together with Panda, had talked about it. Or rather Yuuta and Panda had talked about his cursed technique, and he had listened. Panda had joked that if he ever wanted someone to kiss him, he could just use his cursed technique, which Yuuta had disagreed on, saying he’d need the other person’s permission to use his technique on them, otherwise it’d be harassment. Panda, who hadn’t thought about that, had quickly agreed, and the two had joked around a bit longer about the possibilities this offered. Toge thought about their words a lot. But there was something inside him, that wholly refused to use his technique for these purposes. It just wouldn’t feel right. Even if the other person agreed, or even asked him to do it, it would be like he’d take their will from them. He’d never do that for his own pleasure.
Toge gets pulled back into the moment by your voice calling for him. He blinks and looks up, finding you and Yuuta had turned to face him, waving him over. As much as he appreciates Yuuta, and as much as he likes you, he doesn’t feel like going over. He doesn’t want to hear the way your voice probably rises in pitch when talking to the special grade sorcerer, doesn’t want to watch Yuuta subtly touch you, doesn’t want to feel like he’s intruding on this moment between you, doesn’t want to burden himself with more heartbreak than he already signed up for.
He swallows thickly before he crosses his arm like an X in front of his chest.
“Okaka,” he denies, continuing his way as if he had planned on moving towards the dojo, instead of towards his friends.
He doesn’t dare to glance over to see your reaction. Are you disappointed? If you were, he’d feel guilty. If you weren’t, he’d be disappointed. If he’s being honest, he can understand that you like Yuuta. The guy is sensitive, and quiet, a good listener, great at giving advice. He’s funny and overall great company. And he’s crazy powerful. Otherwise he wouldn’t be a special grade sorcerer. And he saved your life when Toge himself was of absolutely no help whatsoever, instead almost throwing up from the taste of his own blood.
Toge is nothing in comparison to Yuuta. Sure, he has a strong technique. A strong technique he can use two to three times before his throat is bleeding. And he can be funny, or at least he’s good at making a fool of himself. And he can listen, but he never knows what to answer, worried that whichever advice he gives, it might not actually be helpful, or only make everything worse. So, if you like Yuuta, he gets it. If he were in your place, he’d also prefer Yuuta over himself. Not that you have to choose between the two of them, you could also be interested in neither of them. But the point stands: Yuuta is the better fit for you, and as much as Toge wants you to be happy, it breaks his heart.
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“What was that,” asks Yuuta, tearing his eyes away from his retreating friend and looking at you instead.
You’re still watching Inumaki leave, his posture somewhat sunken in, hands buried in his pockets. He looks defeated and somehow you want to run after him, ask him what’s wrong. But that would be too pushy, too clingy, wouldn’t it? So instead, you swallow and turn back to Yuuta.
“I don’t know,” you sigh. “He’s been… weird lately.”
Yuuta nodded. “I know, right? And ever since that last mission…”
That last mission, on which Gojo sent the three of you. That last mission where Inumaki’s voice gave out before he could finish the command, which lead to the curse injuring you. That last mission where Yuuta had been the one who had finished the short fight in just a single blow. You knew better than to assume that Inumaki was jealous of Yuuta’s power. You knew he wasn’t. But still something seemed to have dimmed his formerly good relationship with Yuuta. And with you too. He avoided you, texted you less throughout the day, reduced his already limited vocabulary to the equivalents of agreement and disagreement. You feel like you’ve made a mistake somehow, said or done something that hurt him.
“Do you think he’d talk to me about it,” you wonder, your voice small, nothing left of the breathless laughter from a moment ago.
Yuuta chews on his lip as he considers your question, and you know he’s considering a few things he officially doesn’t even know about. For example that you like Inumaki, that you make an active effort to spend time with him, have conversations with him. You’re the one who understands him the best, understands his language the best, even without the notebook.
What you don’t know, is that Yuuta also knows the other side of the story. He knows that Inumaki uses his notebook with you the most, because he wants you to understand his mind. He knows that Inumaki spends a lot of time considering each and every conversation he’s had with you. Sometimes, it’s late at night, and Yuuta gets a text from Inumaki, telling him about a conversation he’s had with you and if he should have replied something else. It’s not hard to tell that Inumaki is absolutely enamoured with you, and you with him. At least it’s not hard to tell from Yuuta’s perspective. But the way Inumaki and you never seem to understand the affection the other is harbouring, Yuuta begins to think that it’s actually very hard to tell from either of your perspectives. Or you’re both just idiots. Which, honestly, as much as he likes the two of you, is more likely.
“I’m not sure,” Yuuta eventually answers your question. There’s a lot Inumaki is bottling up, a lot he doesn’t even tell Yuuta about, stuff Yuuta can only assume. “But I think he’d probably appreciate it if you asked. Maybe he won’t tell you what’s going on, but I think he’d be glad to know you care.” This is as much as he can do to be honest without giving his friend’s secret away to you. A secret, Yuuta doesn’t even know officially.
“Don’t you think he’d get annoyed? He looked pretty upset just now,” you ask. You’re torn between wanting to show Inumaki that you cared, and scared of getting sent away or even worse, him getting angry at you.
“I mean, if you’re worried about it, you can always give him an hour or two. But I don’t think he’d mind if it were you, checking up on him.”
You don’t question Yuuta’s phrasing. Everyone knows you and Inumaki understand each other on a different level, the speed at which you sometimes communicate in single words thrown back and forth leaving the others out of their wits and completely clueless what the conversation was about.
“I’ll give him five,” you decide, leaning your back against the wooden table and glancing up at the red leaves overhead. “If he gets mad at me, it’s on you.”
Yuuta laughs, knowing you’re not serious. You’re not the kind of person who blames others for the outcome of your actions.
“He’d never get mad at you.”
“He looked pretty mad at me for getting injured on that last mission,” you disagree with Yuuta.
“He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. He blamed your injury on himself, when he couldn’t stop that curse because his voice gave out.”
You winced at the memory of blood trickling down from the corner of Inumaki’s mouth. He had once told you that he sometimes got sick from the taste, and after the curse was taken care of by Yuuta, it had been easier to focus on Inumaki than your own state. You remembered how awful the bright red blood had looked against his unusually pale skin.
“It wasn’t his fault, and he knows that.”
“Rationally yes,” Yuuta agreed. “But he still blames himself.”
“I’m surprised he talked to you about that,” you admit, closing your eyes in the sun. Behind your eyelids the picture of Inumaki’s bloody and scared face haunts your memory. You open your eyes again. “He never mentioned anything like that to me.”
“He didn’t, but it’s obvious,” Yuuta said.
“Is it?”
He just hummed in agreement.
“What else is obvious?”
“A lot. But that’s not mine to talk about.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you and Inumaki really should talk about some stuff,” Yuuta answers, “Like for example that you like him.” He almost feels bad at the way you freeze up beside him.
“I don’t,” you deny, but there is no force in your voice.
“Just saying,” Yuuta shrugs. “A lot of stuff is obvious. Just not to you and him.”
There’s a moment of silence and you have a feeling Yuuta knows what you’re about to ask, your cheeks burning with shame, but you ask anyway.
“Does he like me too?”
Yuuta turns to you then, his big eyes studying you for a moment intensely. “You don’t have to ask me that. You have to ask him.”
You exhale with a sigh a glance at your wristwatch: “Fine… maybe not today, tho.”
Yuuta chuckles, knowing that that’s going to be your response for every day to come, but he doesn’t call you out for it. He doesn’t know if he’d have the courage to confess his feelings if he were in your position either.
“Welp, his five minutes are up. I’m gonna see if he’s okay,” you declare, and stand up from the bench you had been lounging on. “Just-” you glance down at your classmate. “Just don’t tell him about this conversation, will you?”
Yuuta nods. “I can keep a secret,” he smiles, and you’re satisfied, before you head into the same direction Inumaki ran off to a few minutes prior.
He wasn’t in the dojo where you expected him to be after he had wandered off there, so left a little helpless, you began searching for him. After checking all the usual places, you finally spied him sitting hunched over on a bench next to the koi pond in one of the small, traditional gardens squeezed between the buildings. He looked lost in thought, so you made an effort to not walk too quietly as not to startle him. But when you reached the bench and he still hadn’t turned to look up you, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Was he mad at you?
“Inumaki-san,” you asked quietly, sitting down next to him with a safe distance. He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, instead of the black jacket he had pulled a warm, green vest over the white shirt sleeved shirt with the high collar that hid his curse marks. “Toge?”
At the use of his given name, he finally looked up at you.
Your breath stopped when you saw the sadness in his purple eyes. He quickly blinked it away, but you knew what you had seen, your heart hurting at the way he had seemed so lost. Maybe even worse was that he didn’t want to show his feelings to you, instead masking them up.
“What’s wrong.”
“Okaka.” Nothing. Why?
“Don’t,” you warned him, “Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.”
“Okaka, okaka!” I’m not lying!  He said it with amusement in his voice, but when you failed to smile, his eyes grew serious again. “Okaka.” Nothing’s wrong.
“You know you can talk to me, right?”
“Shake, shake.” Yeah, yeah, I know.
“Do you want to talk to me?”
This time his answer took longer, and it was only quietly spoke when he answered with another “Shake.”
Instead of saying anything else, he began reaching for the notebook he always carried with him, but before his fingertips had even grazed the cover, you caught his hand.
“You can talk to me. I’ll understand you. No notebook needed.”
Toge looked up at you then, his eyes widened. What did you mean, you didn’t need the notebook? Would you really understand him?
“Tuna,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from yours, but from the corner of his eyes he saw you tilt your head. How the hell was he supposed to communicate his feelings with onigiri ingredients? He had words to agree and disagree, words to catch attention and swear, but how was he supposed to tell you his greatest wish was to talk to you without having to use this damn notebook, that he wanted to just use normal language, like everyone else? How was he supposed to tell you how much it hurt to see you liking Yuuta? “Okaka.” It won’t work.
“You can try. And if it doesn’t work, you can still write it down, okay?”
“Shake.” Okay. He reached his hand up, absentmindedly running his fingers over his curse marks peeking out from under his high collar. “Ikura.” I hate them.
He had more mumbled that to himself, but you nodded. “They don’t make life very easy, do they?”
“Shake.” No, they don’t. Toge focused on what he wanted you to know, that he wished he could talk to you without risking cursing you. “Furikake… saamon.”
Okay, this was new. Not just one, but two new ingredients. Rice spice and the other word for salmon. You furrowed your brows. “Can you say that again?”
“Furikake saamon,” Toge repeated, slowly, trying to convey his feelings through just these two words. This was never gonna work.
“You want to talk about your thoughts?”
His eyes widened at your correct interpretation of his words.
“Shake, shake!” Enthusiastically he nodded his head. “Furikake saamon! Nori nai!”
“Nori nai, nori na- you don’t want to use…”
“Nori!” He motioned to his mouth, then to the notebook in his pocket.
“Onigiri ingredients and the notebook? You don’t want to use them?”
“Shake, shake!”
He nodded again, and you could see how excited he was, his eyes shining with disbelief that he had managed to communicate something so out of context to you. Quickly he reached up and pulled the zipper of his collar down, so he could additionally use his mimic to tell you what he was thinking.
“Tarago Furikake.” His lilac eyes were widened expectantly, as he waited for you to decipher his words.
“You want to talk?”
He nodded, then pointed at you. “Tarago furikake,” he repeated, underlining his words with stabbing his finger into your direction.
“You want to talk to me?”
“Shake. Nori nai furikake tamago. Okaka.”
“I know. I know it’s difficult without the notebook,” you sighed. “But we’re managing. Right? It might take me a while to get used to it, but I we’re having a normal conversation right now, right? A bit like talking with someone in a foreign language, but not much different than that.”
Toge smiled, the sight making your breath hitch. You were used to seeing his eyes squeeze together when he smiled, but his mouth usually was covered by his collar. You couldn’t help but think that he was one of the most beautiful people you knew.
“Furikake nai, tamago, maguro, nori” he continued.
“Maguro,” you repeated the second last word, thinking what he might have meant. Quietly you mumbled the phrase he had just uttered, your eyes skipping away from his face and over the koi pond instead, as if the translation were written in the ripples on the water surface. Without talking, having to write everything down, he felt bad… like an outsider. Your eyes widened. Was this really what he had wanted to say? That he felt like an outsider? You looked back at him, seeing the shock on his face as he took in your expression.
“We’re making you feel like an outsider because you can’t talk to us? Toge-“
“Okaka, Okaka!” He quickly waved his hands around, signalling you had misunderstood. “Tamago. Maguro.” He pointed to himself.
“You feel like an outsider?”
“Shake!”
“Because you can’t talk to us?”
“Shake.” This time his voice was quieter, and he averted his gaze.
You exhaled quietly. You knew there was not much you could do to change the way he felt, nothing you weren’t doing already anyway. But to deny his feelings wouldn’t be right, even if you wanted to convince him that he wasn’t an outsider.
“I’m sorry,” you started. “I promise you, to us, you’re an integral part of the group, even if you don’t feel like you always are. Do you… do you have any ideas how we could help you feel more included?”
Toge shook his head. “Okaka,” he denied, and then pointing at himself: “Tamago.” It’s my negative feeling. “Tanaka-zuku mentaiko.” You’re doing everything right. There’s nothing you can do to change that. He hesitated for a moment before he added: “Furikake.”HHe hesitated for a moment before he added.
“Of course, we’ll keep talking to you. And you see that you can talk to us too. If I can learn to understand you, so can the others.”
Toge seriously doubted that, but he didn’t voice his thought, instead focusing back on what you had been talking about. “Tarago furikake mayo. Tuna-mayo furikake, saamon tamago, shiisamu. Takana-zuke tarago tuna-mayo shiisamu.”
You stared at him intensely, making his heart race. There was no way you had understood what he had just said. Was there? He was using words he had never used with you, or anyone at jujutsu high, before. He had sometimes used them when he had been younger, when he had talked to his toys as a little kid, finding ingredients for almost anything he could think of. That he still remembered them was a surprise. But there was no way you’d understand him like this, not even when he tried to embed the sentimental meaning of each word into his voice. Your eyes skipped over his face, as you were thinking hard, and Toge waited for the “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean, please write it down.” But it didn’t come. Instead, you answered him.
“I want you to be able to talk openly too. And I’d love to hear about the bad things you think and feel as much as about the good things. Because they’re part of you. Even when they’re hard, even when they’re painful and difficult to admit. But that’s why we have each other, right? So we’re not alone, so the difficult times aren’t quite as difficult. And you already make me laugh, you already make me feel happy. I’m always the happiest when I’m with you.”
You hadn’t used the word friend. The thought rang in Toge’s mind, and together with your last sentence it accumulated to the next words that spilled over his lips, words he had been certain he’d never actually say out loud. Words, which’s meaning he had thought he’d never communicate to you in any form or way.
“Tarago tuna-mayo furikake okome. Tarago tanaka-zuke okome.”I want to use my voice to tell you that I’m in love with you. I want you to be in love with me too.
The moment the words had left his lips, he wanted to make it all undone. What if you had understood him and didn’t feel the same way? All this time he wished you’d understand him, and now he hoped you hadn’t understood a word of what he had just uttered. The way you stared at him wide eyed was a good sign that you really hadn’t.
“Okome,” you asked, your heart beating in your throat. If you had thought rationally about the way he was listing food, you wouldn’t have had the faintest idea of what he had wanted to express, but somehow his emotions were swinging in his words, like the sounds accumulated to a meaning that wasn’t transported by words.
“Mentaiko,” he began, wanting to lift his hands to wave it off, to tell you that it wasn’t important.
But before he had completed the gesture, you caught his wrist with your dominant hand, raising the other between you, pointing at him.
“Okome,” you asked before pointing to yourself. Your voice was shaky, and you could see the moment Toge realized you had understood him.
His eyes widened and he paled a little, swallowing hard. You could see the fear in his eyes. He was afraid you’d turn him down, you realized, and your heart broke a little.
So, what did you do, when your best friend, who you had liked for far too long without acting on it, accidentally confessed his love to you? Using the word for “rice” nonetheless, the base ingredient for onigiri. Because just like one couldn’t make rice balls without rice, humans couldn’t live without love.
You repeated the gesture towards yourself, pointing at you again. “Okome,” you said, voice just as shaky as before, before pointing at Toge.
His eyes followed your finger, the way it was pointing right at his chest, where his heart was stuttering in excitement, and then doing cartwheels, as the realization began settling in.
“Okome,” he asked in disbelieve.
But you just nodded. “Okome.”
He acted quicker than you could really perceive. Your one hand was still holding onto his wrist, to stop him from gesticulating, his skin warm underneath yours, but with the other he grabbed the hand with which you had pointed between you and him. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly, pulling you towards him, pressing your hand right over his heart, while he leant in at the same time, connecting his lips to yours.
A shiver went through you, at the feeling of his warm body underneath his clothes, at his soft lips pressed to yours, at the strange tingling of cursed energy that radiated from his cursed mark. And then you abandoned all thoughts, and just acted on instinct, moving closer to him, wrapping your hand into the fabric of his vest, and kissing him like you had wanted to kiss him for such a long time already.
A sound of appreciative surprise erupted from Toge’s throat and you could feel him smile as he met your kiss with equal fervour, running the tip of his tongue over the seam of your lips. When you parted them just the smallest fraction, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue past them, exploring your mouth until both of you had to pull away for breath. You were breathing heavily, your mind foggy, fingers wrapped into his vest, holding on to something, otherwise it felt like the world would just slip away.
When you opened your eyes, you found he was already looking at you. His beautiful eyes were scanning over your face as if searching for any sign of discomfort, as if he expected you to scold him for kissing you. Honestly, at this point the only scolding he’d get was that he had stopped kissing you.
Unwrapping one of your hands from where you had clung to him, you brushed a strand of his bright hair out of his forehead, the curl soft against your fingertips. With a smile you leant forward, and pressed your lips to his left cheek, then the curse mark there, feeling the cursed energy sizzle through them. You moved on to his right cheek, then his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, peppering small kisses all over his face until he was full on laughing and took hold of your face with both of his hands, pulling you only far enough away from him to be able to look into your eyes. His were still crinkled in joy, but his voice was serious and heavy with how much he meant this single word phrase that left his lips without hesitation.
“Okome.” And then he kissed you again, slower this time, just to make sure you understood each little detail of what he felt for you. Inumaki Toge sometimes struggled with his fate, but as long as he had you to understand him, what else could he really ask for?
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aiieera · 8 months ago
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Cupid’s Chokehold‼️
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Is it possible to never even interact with someone who’s been friends with your entire friend group since high school? apparently. But never say never.
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no curse au; she/her pronouns used
band member!inumaki x musician/streamer!yn
status: ongoing
taglist: open by request through my inbox
so many ideas for this series hopefully i’ll be able to get to them all :D
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yn’s group | 2etherial| | extras | posts
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chp. 1 - From The Start ~✎
chp. 2 - December
chp. 3 - Tek It
chp. 4 - Misty ~✎
chp. 5 - Rhythm of the Rain ~✎
chp. 6 - Love Grows ~✎
chp. 7 - In My Mind ~✎
chp. 8 - I Will
chp. 9 - ???
chp. 10 - ???
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best viewed in dark mode (or any mode but default or rave tbh)
dividers sourced from pinterest
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shewritesallnight · 2 years ago
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Kintsugi
Kintsugi: highlights cracks and repairs as events in the life of an object; an embracing of the flawed or imperfect.
While Yuji and the others have their own plans at the Jujutsu Campus, YN sees Inumaki for the first time since the Shibuya incident. Things seem uncertain for the curse user and she's determined to let him know that she's not going anywhere. 
Rating: 18+, NSFW (also shibuya arc spoilers)
a/n: an attempt was made 🤧
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Mindlessly, YN spun the golden ring around her finger. A nervous habit she had picked up after receiving the gift from her long-term boyfriend. It popped up occasionally, during intense missions or coming under the scrutiny of the Elders. But the habit had reared its ugly head the moment Yuuta told her the status of Toge. 
He was alive. 
But he wasn't unscathed. 
With each new twist of the band, she felt another coil of worry wind around her heart. The coils momentarily tightened when she found Inumaki's room empty, though it wasn't an unfamiliar sight. He often spent more time in her dorm than his own. Hopeful, she made her way down the familiar hallways. 
At the sound of the door, a figure jerked upwards from her bed, comforter pooling around a waist. Her eyes met Toge's before falling on the seal covered bandages and her breath caught in her throat.
It was one thing to hear it from Yuuta, to see it, was something else entirely. 
To center herself, she dropped her gaze to the room; it was in unfamiliar disarray. Papers and clothes everywhere, even a vase of dried flowers he had gotten her two weeks prior, lay broken on the floor.
Evidence of an outburst.
It wasn't like her boyfriend to lose his cool. She felt another squeeze in her chest.
Stepping around the mess, she made her way to the cursed speech user. The bed dipped with her weight as she reached out a hand to caress his cheek. Delicately, she brought her other hand up to trace the bandages on his left shoulder. 
Inumaki jerked his injured side away from her while subconsciously pressing his cheek further into her palm.
"Toge..."
She hadn't noticed his hand gripping the comforter until he released the fabric to point towards the vase before resting it against his own chest.
A whispered, "okaka," fell from his lips and YN felt her heart shatter in her chest. 
Broken.
She had to take a moment to push down the hatred for the King of Curses that rose like bile at the back of her throat.
"N-no, don't say that."
She cupped his other cheek and tilted his face down to kiss his forehead, then pressed her lips against each temple, his nose, and chin.
Inumaki watched her with wide, glossy eyes. They were shadowed with uncertainty and she hated it.
"I'm just happy you are alive." 
Her hands brushed back the hair from his face, pressing a gentle kiss over each curse mark before laying her lips upon his. It was deep and unyielding as she poured her love for him through the connection.
The sorcerer whimpered into the kiss, his shaking hand gripping the hem of her shirt.
She felt, more than heard, his whispered, "need you." 
Nodding, she pressed one more peck to his lips, letting her hands travel down to his torso. Leaning forward, she eased Inumaki back onto the mattress.
Cautious eyes watched her as she moved with ease, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against the bandages. A shudder traveled down Toge's spine, forcing him to advert his eyes, overwhelmed with the sensation.
The sight made her more determined to ease her lover's mind.
She grazed her teeth across his collarbone to repeat the motion on his other shoulder and Inumaki trembled for another reason. Flicking her tongue over his exposed nipple she was rewarded with a hitch of his breath and the graceful arch of his back.
Traveling downward she danced her fingertips across his ribs to tug at the comforter. Kisses dotted his body to his hip, when she reached his pajama bottoms, her tongue traced along the edge in wait.
"Shake."
Inumaki could feel her soft smile against his skin. Swift hands eased down any barriers, leaving the sorcerer bare. Kisses forgone to slip the head of his cock into her mouth. His cries were muffled behind the back of his hand, unable to look away.
Greedily, she took him into her mouth until her nose pressed against the hairs at the base. Toge’s head fell deeper into the pillows, his toes curling in the sheets. 
Bobbing her head steadily, she cataloged every reaction. From the harsh breaths falling from his parted lips to the way his hand moved to clentch and unclentch the pillow. But the faraway look in his eyes remained. 
That just wouldn’t do. 
YN slipped him from her mouth, coming to a kneel, she undressed. Clothes discarded; she straddled his hips with a hand on his waist for support.
Toge's own hand caressed hers, his fingers grazing against her ring before gripping her waist as she lined him up at her entrance.
They locked eyes and with three little words she seated herself fully. 
Their cries were instantaneous, a mixture of frustration and the relief of finally being joined together again. 
He felt warm and right inside of her and YN started moving. A slow gentle rocking that wasn’t nearly enough.
She wanted to give him more. Make him understand that she loved him all the same. To cut through the waves of insecurity rolling off him and disperse that darkness threatening to swallow him.
Raising up, she started to ride him, swiveling her hips with each downward stroke. Pulling whines and broken moans from the sorcerer. 
She ignored the burn in her thighs to keep the rhythm of her thrusts; faltering only when Inumaki moved to sit himself up. She paused, reaching forward to help but fell short when he shook his head; instead, she settled into his lap, unsure.
Fully sitting, Toge wrapped his arm around her, pulling her flush against him and nuzzled her neck.
"More," he croaked out against her skin.
"Oh baby,” she choked back a sob. “I've got you."
Wrapping her arms around him, her hips started again. Turning to find his eyes closed with a crease of frustration stuck to his brow, she rose to her knees. 
His cock slipping halfway out, Toge looked up with a panicked expression. She cradled his face once more, running her thumbs under his eyes.
"You've always taken care of me and everyone else. Let me take care of you." She brushed away the stray tear slipping from the corner of his eye and kissed him. 
It was slow and sweet, full of all the love and adoration she felt. She kept her mouth on his as her hips started moving again. Little half thrusts that she knew drove him wild with a slow drag through her clenching walls. 
His cock twitched inside her at the same moment he broke away to let out a deep moan and she knew he was close. 
"Just let go baby, I’m right here.”
With a huff he buried his face in her chest and she took it as a sign to drop down and sheath the entirety of his length. The feeling was overwhelming even for her, and it only took a handful of thrusts before Toge jerked in her grip, painting her inner walls with his release. 
YN eased him out once he slackened in her grip; this time wasn't about her. She ignored the throbbing of her core and the warmth of his cum leaking down her inner thighs. Instead, twisting and laying herself back on the mattress while bringing Inumaki down on top of her. 
Pulling the comforter over their bodies, her gaze fell back to the room, landing on the vase and a sense of clarity struck her. 
Silent, she chose instead to trace lazy circles over his bandaged shoulder blade and run a hand through his hair. 
She waited to speak until Inumaki’s breathing had slowed and she felt him melt into her.
"Kintsugi."
Toge propped his chin up on her sternum at the word.
"Shows us that there is beauty in imperfection," she continued. "I look forward to the future… of the vase, of course," she said with a kiss to his nose. 
The cursed speech user was silent for a moment, absorbing her words. Yet, she knew she had gotten him back when he grunted, "sujiko," and playfully bit at her breast. The tightness in her chest finally vanishing with the shadows in his eyes. 
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shinyac0re · 6 months ago
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JJK SMAU
━━━ satoru, nanami, yuji, toge, toji, sukuna ━━━
𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
©SHINYAC0RE
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-gojo
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-nanami
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-yuji
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-toge
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-toji
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vlrspace · 11 months ago
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it’s always amusing for your friends to watch you and inumaki interact with each other. even though the boy looks far more timid than he actually is because of his lack of talking, he absolutely loves making you flustered.
at first, it started off with small things, like leaving sticky notes on your door early in the morning, a compliment or two written on there. it’s inumaki’s favourite sight during breakfast, you’re unable to meet his violet eyes, cheeks reddened and a cute grin plastered on your face.
or he would bring you flowers from the school’s garden. inumaki waters them, so he never gets told off for plucking out one or two flowers at least thrice a week. inumaki knows you keep them pressed between books, flattening the plants out to glue them in a scrap book (where his notes are stored too). it’s a cute sight for your friends, you always press a little peck on the soft skin of his cheek, it’s quick and innocent and he watches you with mirth as you giddily place the flowers in between the pages of your books.
since you’ve been dating inumaki, he’s hand always finds yours. nimble fingers wrap around your smaller ones with ease, but there’s so much tenderness in his hold, it makes your butterflies in your tummy do somersaults. whenever you two are out and about his hold is firm, but mainly when you two are walking through big crowds. inumaki’s thumb always soothingly moves against the back of your hand and when the two of you can’t walk side by side, he leads you in front of him, pressing a gentle peck against your forehead. that’s when your lovely classmates begin chanting the words of ‘couple goals’.
then the two of you became more intimate with touching. a hand placed on your thigh when you’re sitting next to each other and it’s the worst when you’re in your shorts. inumaki strokes your skin, his digits barely touching your skin and you can’t stop the shudders leaving your body. one time he slipped his hand farther up than usual, and squeezed your flesh, all while keeping a cool facade during dinner. you nearly moaned out loudly and your friends didn’t even tried to hide their snickers.
but the one that gets you all hot and bothered, leaving you a stuttering mess every time, is when he pulls down the collar of his uniform to kisses you.
most of the time it happens when you’re talking to one of your friends, too caught up in the conversation to process what he’s about to do. when you see inumaki walking up to you, you don’t have to see his lips to know he’s smiling, violet eyes already shining with joy. the best part (for him), is that you even make eye contact with him and realise in the last second what he’s about to do. inumaki’s already leaning close to your face, a finger coming up to pull down his collar before swiftly pressing his lips to yours.
you don’t have time to return his kiss, because it’s short and sweet and inumaki makes sure to send a little smirk your way before going back to what he was doing. anyone who witnesses this interaction, starts a round of squealing and chuckling and you just stand there, red as a tomato, breath stuck in the back of your throat and the topic of your conversation is completely washed out of your head.
and let’s not talk about the way his low voice affects you when he talks to you, but that only happens in the privacy of your rooms.
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@/vlrspace, 2023
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megumislovedoll · 15 days ago
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INTRODUCING…
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megumi’s friends / roommates (gone wrong)
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COOL WITH YOU 💽
EXTRA ! » they’re all in college and share a large dorm
» majors: yuta - biology, inumaki - business, Megumi - computer science, yuji - architecture
» oldest to youngest: yuta - 21, inumaki - 21 (acts 2), Megumi - 20, Yuji - 20
» yuji and toge are major newjeans fans
» toge’s fav song is: OMG
» yuji’s fav song is: ETA
» megumi secretly has a no face youtube channel with 13k subscribers where he does guitar music covers
» they take turns each month paying for the disney+
» yuta is the only reason they haven’t gotten kicked out of their dorm
NOTES ! do u guys like the manga coloring i did ^_^
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©megumislovedoll all rights reserved. do not translate, repost on other platforms, modify, or copy.
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akxmee · 6 months ago
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𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄. // 𝘢 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤
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𝘚𝘠𝘗𝘕𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘚: in where you, a popular coffee shop's owner, discover your pets are more than just pets.
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘𝗦: Hybrid!au, romance, angst, tons of fluff too.
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: first fanfic on Tumblr! So excited. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any mistakes.
🌷` 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓;
★ 00. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘.
★ 01. 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗣𝗦! 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.
★ 02. 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘.
★ 03. 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗘𝗧.
★ 04. 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦.
𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵.
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queenpiranhadon · 23 days ago
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╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ꩜ .ᐟ: You and your family decide to go camping for the week. However, you discover that you aren't the only family camping in the area, encountering a boy your age at the creek by your campsite. Slight problem though... He doesn't seem to talk.
꩜ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: No curses AU (?), f!reader (or at least implied), Toge is mute (?), reader's had to move, reader is 15, reader has two younger twin brothers, older sibling woes, flufff
꩜ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Toge Inumaki x Reader
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ꩜
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It's been a long five hours.
Especially when you're stuck in the car with your parents and your two twin little brothers, the latter of which seemed to especially enjoy screaming their heads off like the rest of the family didn't have ears attached to their heads.
And after walking for a good 30 minutes with heavy gear to find a good spot and then setting up half of the gear on your own - including wrangling your giant tent - you were exhausted.
"Hey mom - I'm just going to go down to the stream, okay? I'll be back soon." You say, poking your head into the tent where your mom was, and she nods, smiling at you.
"Go ahead, sweetheart, just don't go too far, okay?"
You roll your eyes teasingly and nod. "I won't mom, thanks!"
Making your way down the path by where you set up camp, you find the stream you noticed earlier.
The sun is only now starting to dip below the horizon, making you feel at ease as you sit down beside a tree, resting your back against it and leaning your head back to rest on its trunk, closing your eyes and you bask in the sounds of nature.
It's not silent, but it's quiet, a soothing quiet that lets your mind relax further and further and you relish in the feeling of being alone.
Snap!
Jolting up, your head whips around, searching for the source of the sound until your eyes come into contact with a pair of wide violet ones.
"O-Oh!" you say, surprised. "H-Hi."
It comes out a little more awkward than you intended, but you can't help but stare at the boy across the stream, with pretty white hair and a thick black hoodie on, and you can't help but wonder if he's sweating underneath.
He doesn't say anything, but there's no animosity, as he smiles as waves.
You smile back, and pat the ground next to you, offering a spot under the tree by your side.
The boy turns his head for a minute, looking back at the way he probably had come from, before cautiously stepping on the rocks, making his way over to you.
He plops down next to you, and points to the sky.
You smile. "Pretty, isn't it? It's been a while since I've seen a sky like this. We're from the city, so it's usually just really cloudy. Where are you from?"
The boy thinks, before leaning away momentarily to grab a stick, starting to write out letters in the sand.
"Hm? Oh!" You exclaim in understanding, leaning forward to see what he's written.
Watching as he carefully traces out letters in the dirt, you watching him form out the phrase “I’m from the city too.”
You look at him, surprised. "You are? Are you by Tokyo? That's where I'm from!"
The boy smiles and nods excitedly, quickening writing more in the dirt. "I go to school there!"
You grin, before you cover your mouth on surprise. "Oh god- I didn't even ask what your name was!" You exclaim, giving him your name with an embarrassed look on your face.
The boy laughs, and you feel your cheeks heat up a little. Who knew someone's laugh could be so...refreshing?
Writing in the dirt some more, you see him spell out "Toge Inumaki" , before circling the former of the two words.
You smile widely. "That's such a cool name! I'm assuming you want me to call you Toge?"
The white haired boy nods and you sigh happily, resting your head on the bark of the tree.
Being with Toge was a breath of fresh air. He was quiet, and frankly, you liked quiet. No, at this point you craved it. It was nice, being able to have the space to be able hear your own thoughts, while being in the company of someone else.
You and Toge would hang out everyday for the rest of the week, and you learned a lot about each other.
You learned that he was just a year older than you- 16. He loved tuna mayo onigiri - something you've never had before but were more than excited to try. Toge was a little offended when you had told him thought - drawing the biggest "x" in the dirt that he could and a small angry face right beside it.
It was Thursday, when you and Toge decided to sit by the stream for a bit, your fingertips lightly grazing the water's surface as you relishing in the slightly cold sting of the mild current caused by the rocks along its path.
Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning your head to see Toge writing something in the dirt.
"Do you think I'm weird because I can't talk?"
Your eyes widen in shock as your shake your head vehemently immediately, with such a sad look on your face that Toge feels a little guilty for asking in the first place.
"No of course not!" you exclaim, and you take his hands in yours. "Toge, I've known you for a total of four days and somehow I prefer your company more than some of the people I've known for years." You say, laughing despite the irony.
You sigh. "I have two little brothers - combined with living in the city, it's always so... loud." You smile at him.
"I can actually hear my thoughts for once whenever I'm around you." you say sincerely, and you can see the tips of Toge's ears take on a light pink tint. "I don't think you're weird for not being able to speak Toge. I'm more than happy with the you I have with me right now."
Toge grins back at you, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and you feel your heart flutter a little.
He brings his hands up, hooking his two index fingers interlocking them in a sort of sign.
You stare back at him, confused, as realization dawns upon him in his eyes, grabbing the stick to write out a word.
"Friend."
You feel your cheeks heat up and you smile. You're not sure what this feeling is, but you don't necessarily hate it. The feeling on something new.
"Forever?" you ask, feeling suddenly a little shy, but Toge nods, the smile almost permanently stuck on his face.
Forever.
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A/N: The things this episode did to me oml
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imarealnugget · 8 months ago
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Toge Inumaki, who...
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Feat. Toge Inumaki
TW. fluff, headcanons, Toge Inumaki x female!reader
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Toge Inumaki, who loves diving into exotic culinary adventures with you, exploring food markets from various cultures. His unique ability to craft delicious dishes using only words adds a magical touch to these culinary experiences, transforming every meal into an unforgettable experience. From communicating with vendors using his linguistic power to procure fresh and special ingredients, to preparing unique and tasty dishes together, every moment spent in the kitchen becomes a time of deep connection and joy with you.
Toge Inumaki, who enjoys immersing himself in action movies and having fun with the funny dubbings he creates using his linguistic power..
Toge Inumaki, who finds great pleasure in taking you for walks in the parks, where you can connect with nature through his "Natural Dialogue." Communicating with trees, birds, and wildlife using only words creates a unique and intimate experience for both of you, allowing you two to appreciate the beauty of the natural world and strengthen the special bond they share.
Toge Inumaki, who enjoys challenging you in videogames to create fun and innovative language games that keep you mentally stimulated and add a new dimension to your communication..
Toge Inumaki, who loves starting the day with a morning run, where you can connect with nature and the surrounding environment. He uses his linguistic power to communicate with the birds and animals they encounter along the way, adding a magical and unique touch to the experience. 
Toge Inumaki, who's favorite activities is to attend theatrical performances and concerts. Thanks to his linguistic skills, Inumaki is able to fully appreciate the magic of live performances, creating a unique and engaging experience for both of you. You get lost in the beauty of music and art, sharing emotions and special moments that remain etched in your hearts forever.
Toge Inumaki, who with his sophisticated taste and ability to order delicious food using only sounds and words, Inumaki always amazes you with unique and memorable culinary experiences..
Toge Inumaki, who loves surprising you with impromptu trips to mysterious and adventurous destinations. With an open agenda and a sense of adventure, you get lost in spontaneous adventures that take you to unknown and exciting places.
Toge Inumaki, who finds joy in moments of silence with you. In these moments, you can communicate and understand each other without the need for words, only through affectionate glances, hugs, and gestures of love and affection. 
Toge Inumaki, who loves surprising you with small romantic gestures that show his love and devotion. From creating unique flower bouquets using only words to describe them, to writing personalized poems that express his feelings in a unique and special way, Inumaki always strives to show you how important you are to him..
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riverolls · 2 months ago
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❛ Candles  ❜ ఌ ( background info )
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y/n l/n finds herself in a new brand environment after moving from america. she finds herself working a part time job at a local candle shop for extra cash. what happens when she works at the same mall, megumi fushiguro, works at?
content warnings: substance use (alcohol), other ships will appear in this series. (if you do not like them, scroll.) face claims are also used in this series. (again, if you don't like it, scroll.)
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blu3-l0v3r · 2 months ago
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─୨ৎ Transfer student ୨ৎ─
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˙⋆ ✮ Toge Inumaki x reader, fluff, college AU, non-cursed speech AU, friends to lovers, mutual pining, future angst?, Streamer Inumaki ✮˙⋆
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You were a new student, who had recently transferred to a new college in Tokyo.
Here at your new college, Jujutsu Tokyo Tech, you were going to be a second year, and the class you picked to specialize in filming and camera work.
You had also wanted to get a major in art, but sadly, the class was already full by the time you transferred, what a pain.
But you were NOT about to let this discourage you from letting you thrive into a fresh college year; you were determined to make the best of this transfer decision, and a silly major was not going to make you give up before even getting the chance to start.
This morning, you woke up at 5.30 AM, to get ready for your first lecture at 8.
Everything was planned out: shower at 5.40, getting ready and makeup from 6.00 to 6.15, packing your bag in 5 mnin, and then you would be right out that door.
Now, this plan really was effectual, just not on you!
A sleepy mess, when you wake up you wisely decide to ignore the cute Miffy alarm that was neatly placed on your shelf by pushing it on the ground, muttering a quick and sleepy "fuck off" at the poor bunny shaped object, pathetically groaning when your hand makes contact with the object.
What a lovely start!
Without even knowing, this had just ruined your whole schedule, but you somehow managed to leave your dorm room only 20 minutes late, leaving you still enough time to grab a coffee and walk a bit around campus.
Your mind was teeming with anxious thoughts, all deriving from the fact that you knew absolutely nobody here, and you weren't exactly the most social person around either.
A nervous shiver runs down your spine, jolting you out of your thoughts, as you feel the chilly September around envelope you the second you step out of your building.
You were wearing baggy black jeans that you had recently thrifted, a tight fitting but still very soft and stretchy light grey and light pink tanktop; to elevate your outfit, you had a studded belt you had bought long time ago from Hot Topic, and your copious jewellery around your wrists and neck.
You didn't wanna seem basic, but you didn't want to scare people away by having them think your style was weird or even too strong; who knows how people here think and perceive others?
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-1 hour later-
6000 steps around campus later, you're standing infront of your class, photography and camera work.
You had picked this course as your main one without thinking twice; you had always had a connection with photography, you felt as if filming and capturing images and colors was one of the best way to express yourself.
You could tell stories through colors, textures and capture small moments, feelings sigilled in a single frame picture, to be remembered forever.
You take a deep breath, fixing your black braided hair again, for the thousandth time, and finally take a step inside the dimly lit class.
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system-to-the-madness · 8 months ago
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Cherry Blossom Rests 🌸 Inumaki Toge x Reader
Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 223 Warnings: mentions of wounds, blood Summary: After a mission, Toge and you rest under a tree
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“Toge, can you move your arm away? My neck hurts.”
“Okaka.”
“Asshole.”
With a groan you sat up enough to be able to grab Toge’s arm and move it away from where your head had been resting on it. Any other day you would have appreciated him offering his arm up as your headrest, but not today. You were sore all over from the mission you had just returned from. Your body was littered with small cuts, dust stuck to your skin and your sweat drenched clothes, and every muscle in your body felt like it had been robbed of any and all strength.
The mission itself had not really been dangerous, only exhausting. So much even, that you had fallen asleep in the train back home, and as soon as you had made it up the sheer infinite number of steps to the school, Toge and you had collapsed under the closest tree, not even bothering to make it back to your rooms. Here, on the school grounds you were safe from the prying eyes of public, so you had not made the effort to go further, and instead decided to rest here for a moment. Or a few moments. You had been laying underneath the blooming cherry tree for almost an hour now.
Toge protested loudly as you flopped back down, spread out like a starfish, but without the support of his arm this time. You knew he considered it his sacred duty as your boyfriend to always make sure you were as comfortable as possible.
“Toge, my neck hurts, stop it,” you protested as he tried to wriggle his hand back under your neck. “I just want to lay like that for a moment, okay? We can cuddle later.”
At your side, he whined, but pulled his hand away. You sighed quietly, focusing on the way your spine seemed to stretch out on the ground. It felt like a weigh was being removed. Experimentally you turned your head, trying to stretch out the tension in your neck, when suddenly something warm and heavy flopped down on your chest.
If you weren’t so familiar with this exact sensation, you might have been startled, but you knew what had happened, and so you just groaned a little from the way your chest got compressed by the suddenly added weight. Toge had thrown himself on top of you, arms around your waist, head resting on your chest, his bright hair tickling your chin.
“A warning next time,” you grumbled, but brought your hand up to his head anyway, running it though his strands. They were sweat and dirt coated. It had been over an hour since the fight had ended, but his body was still warm underneath his by now chilly clothes.
“Saamon Tsuna,” You should have seen it coming.
“You’re such a spoiled brat,” you sighed, craning your neck to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
Toge turned his head, resting his chin on your sternum and glanced up to you, indigo eyes scanning over your face as if he was uncertain whether you meant it. Of course, you didn’t, and he knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t shake the feeling that he still doubted your feelings for him. Was it really so hard to believe that you loved him? That idiot. But he was your idiot, and if you had to, you’d reassure him of your love for him until he got sick of it… which was a bold statement considering he always insisted he could never get enough of you.
“Okaka”, he pouted. I’m not a spoiled brat. “Takana-zuke.” You are.
“Oi,” you complained. “What did I do?”
Toge just kept pouting, giving you a moment to take in his appearance. You had been too exhausted to give him a proper once over, earlier only having made sure he was not injured too badly. Like yours, his skin was littered in cuts, his uniform dirty and still wet from sweat. At the corner of his mouth, he had missed a droplet of blood, that had by now dried and turned a dark shade of brown against his pale skin. He had used his technique too much, again. Over the past months he had gotten quite good at estimating how long he could use it, and how the impact of different commands shortened that time. But there were still moments where he went over his limits, and you hated it, hated seeing him hurt.
Reaching up, you ran your thumb over the corner of his mouth, trying to brush the dried blood away, but instead Toge turned his head to kiss your thumb.
“Hold still,” you demanded, “you have some blood there.”
Toge just rolled his eyes and pouted, but let you clean the small stain away, before looking at you expectantly.
“Tsuna Mayo,” he requested.
You furrowed your brows. “What do you want me to do?”
He rolled his eyes again, signaling you that he had expected you to understand him, before he pushed up on his hands and shifted himself so he could kiss you on the lips.
Something about Toge’s kisses always took your breath away. Sure, there were the heated kisses you shared in the privacy of your rooms, but even the smaller, almost innocent ones always made you swoon. His lips were soft and warm, his breath fanning over your cheeks in a familiar way as he pulled back after a moment to look down on you underneath him.
“Okome,” he whispered, making you smile. I love you.
“Okome,” you repeated to him, and satisfied you watched as a smile of his own spread over his face.
“Sujiko,” he smirked, lowering himself down again, so he could rest his head on your chest again.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” you complained. “You can’t make fun of me for saying I love you when you were the one who started it!”
“Shake.” Yes, I can.
“You’re awful,” you whined, your hand immediately finding its way back into his hair. “Why am I putting up with you again?”
“Takana-zuke okome.” You love me.
“Yeah, unfortunately.” You picked a cherry blossom petal out of his hair, the colour of the petal almost identical to that of his strands.
“Okome.” And I love you. Toge’s voice had gotten quieter, heavy, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.
“I know,” you whispered, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “And I’m so happy you do.”
Toge only hummed in affirmation, his eyes fluttering shut as he kept his ear pressed to your chest, listening to your breath and heartbeat. Warm sunbeams fell through the branches and blinded you, making you close your eyes too. Rationally you knew you should get up, go back to your room, shower, get patched up and write the mission report. But you really didn’t want to disturb your sleeping boyfriend. Besides, when would you get the next chance to cuddle with him on a spring afternoon under the blooming cherry trees? You sighed, relaxing against the ground. Nobody would mind if you took a little longer with that report. And if they did… their offence, no matter how big, could not compete with the feeling of peace that flooded your body from feeling Toge sleep with his arms wrapped around you.
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veevei · 19 days ago
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DAWN IN THE ADAN
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ch 31: morose
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just a ch of yn talking to herself
short filler ch AGAIN. becus i have so many missing assignments…
i HATE science
what r u calling my parents for…
becus i was absent and she said i was “absent too much”
i didnt do NOTHIG!!!
my dad will not gaf tho
girl i missed like 4 classes THIS YEAR.
also i have an A in her class??
why u so mad bruhh….
just woke up from a nap and the gc had a argument
feel like the furry with fightijg parents in the background
this coffee body wash is actually so strong…
i like the smell of coffee but.. coconut 🤤🤤
i miss my coconut body wash
I LOST MY SOL DE JANEIRO
AND MY MITSKI SHIRT 😭😭😭
mayhe its a sign to kms
i have not started ch 32 yettttt….
late update tomorrow probably
ok bye
taglist i actually gave up ask to be added/removed
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shinyac0re · 7 months ago
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JJK SMAU
━━━ Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Toge,Yuji,Choso,Toji,Sukuna ━━━
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠
©SHINYAC0RE
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psychoforanime · 1 year ago
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Y/n after beating the F of everyone in training aggressively, pretty much being a gorilla.
Yuta walks by, Y/n cutely ask him to open a bottle of water for them cause they couldn't.
Yuta: y/n, You can't even open a bottle, yet you have a mission to go to. Please be careful. You make me worry about you.
Everyone: Don't be ...
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