#kugusaki fluff

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Yuuji: If you put "violently" in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes immediately funnier.

Maki: Violently eats.

Panda: Violently sleeps.

Megumi: Violently studies.

Nobara: Violently murders a person.

Yuuji: Violently worries about that previous statement

[jjkamochoso]

How You React To JJK Characters Describing You as Their Type When Todo Asks

Fluff

Request from anon! This was a super fun one, thanks again for the request!! Also, I didn't do Mai, Miwa or Momo with this one, but added in Nanami; if you would like me to add the other girls back in, lmk and I absolutely will!! :)

JK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Part 2 to this fic; same premise here, the students are all in a big group when the question was asked! <3

Yuji:

“Yuji! What kind of person is your type?”

“My type? Uh, let’s see,” he said, putting his thumb and forefinger to his chin in thought. After he gave his reply, you noticed everyone glancing between him and you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked, wiping your cheek.

“No, you dummy,” said Nobara, “didn’t you hear what Itadori’s type was?”

“Yeah. So?”

“So? So? He described you perfectly,” she hissed. You thought back to his answer and your eyes went wide, realizing she was right. You looked over at the pink haired boy.

“Is that true? Your type is me?” you asked him, not caring that everyone was deeply invested in your conversation.

“Yeah. Is that… okay?” he asked, nervously ruffling his hand through his hair.

“Only if you ask me on a date,” you said with a playful wink, walking away. Yuji just stared at you, hearts in his eyes, until Nobara smacked him.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go ask them!”

He hurried after you, eager to ask you out.

Megumi:

“Tell us, Fushiguro, what kind of person is your type?”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “Things like that are so unimportant. It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters more than you think. It tells you everything you need to know is about a person. Like how you’re a wimp for not answering,” said Todo, crossing his arms with a triumphant smirk.

“Fine,” replied Megumi through gritted teeth, tired of Todo’s pestering, “you really wanna know? I’ll tell you.”

As he described his dream person, you felt your face get warmer and warmer.

“That, um, kind of sounds like me, doesn’t it?” you whispered to Yuji.

“There’s no ‘kind of’ about that, y/n,” he whispered back, just as surprised as you were. When Megumi saw you looking at him, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away, clearly embarrassed. You ran after him as fast as you could.

“Megumi, wait! I have to talk to you!” you exclaimed, halting him with a grip of his arm.

“I’m sorry, that was a big mistake, I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“I like you. A lot,” you confessed. “You’re my type, too.”

“R-really?” His voice squeaked and he quickly cleared his throat. “I mean, really? That’s good. Great. I’m… relieved.”

You chuckled at his adorable flustered state. “Me too. I guess Todo is good for something after all.”

Nobara:

“Kugisaki! What’s your type?”

“My type? That’s simple,” she answered, her bright bob swinging. As she described the kind of person she found attractive, you couldn’t help the giddiness bubbling up inside; she was describing you!

“Kugusaki? Can I talk to you over here for a second?” you asked, signaling her to follow you away from the group. Yuji, understanding what was happening, gave you a thumbs up.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you questioned. “Because the person you described sounded exactly like me.”

Nobara immediately went into the defensive, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Huh?! Nuh uh, that could be anybody here,” she replied, her face lighting up with a small blush.

“Oh. What a shame, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” you said, preparing to walk away. Nobara’s hand darted to your own, prompting you to stop.

“Wait! I… do like you, okay?” she mumbled, not meeting your eyes. “It’s just a crush, though, it’s not like I’m in love or anything stupid.”

You laughed lightly at her attitude. She was a piece of work, but if everything went well, she’d be your piece of work.

Maki:

“Zenin, spill. What kind of person is your type?”

“Do you really have nothing else rolling around in that tiny brain of yours?” Maki asked, obviously annoyed.

“Who would’ve thought someone as fearless as you would be scared by a little question, hmm?” a vicious voice from Mai said.

“I’m not scared, it’s a dumb question,” Maki replied, “but I’ll answer it anyway to get you idiots off my back.”

When she was done describing her type, you felt Yuta nudge you softly.

“Y/n, I think she likes you,” he said in a hushed tone.

“So what if I do, huh?” she said aggressively, overhearing what Yuta told you. The tension that overcame the group was uncomfortable, so much so that everyone left, leaving you and Maki by yourselves. She kept her eyes trained elsewhere, not wanting to meet yours.

“This whole thing was stupid. Forget I said anything,” she snarled.

“Maki,” you said with such softness that she actually looked at you, “I really like you. You’re my type, too.”

She scoffed as she looked away once more, hiding her warmed face. “You’re such a sap, you know that?”

Inumaki:

“Inumaki! What’s your type?”

“He can’t talk, you jerk,” you exclaimed defensively. You turned to Toge. “Just ignore him, okay? You don’t have to answer.”

“Salmon,” he responded, placing a hand on your arm to signal he was alright. He sighed as he approached Todo.

“Salmon salmon,” he told him, earning a confused look from Todo.

“Anyone care to translate?” the tall man asked. Toge rolled his eyes and tried again.

“Salmon salmon,” he said, this time making his pointing toward you more obvious.

“Your type is… L/n?” wondered Todo. Toge nodded meekly as you were overcome with butterflies in your stomach. He turned away from the group as Todo asked the same question to the next victim.

“Toge, I’m your type?” you asked, your voice shaking a little.

He nodded.

“Does that mean you like me?”

He nodded again. You immediately wrapped him in a hug, making him stumble back before wrapping his arms around you as well.

“I’ve liked you for so long now. I never thought I’d have Todo to thank for this, but I guess weirder things have happened.”

Yuta:

“Okkatsu, tell us, what kind of person is your type?”

“I can appreciate all types of people,” Yuta answered happily, making you smile. He was always so kindhearted!

“I don’t believe that,” replied Todo, narrowing his eyes. “You have to have one certain type of person you always find attractive.”

“I mean, I guess so,” he replied, starting to look nervous.

“And that is?” Todo raised an eyebrow.

“Um, let’s see…”

When Yuta was describing that person, you felt a tug on your sleeve. Inumaki was looking at you and you nodded in understanding.

“You picked up on that, too?” you asked, getting an enthusiastic nod in response. Yuta blushed when he noticed you watching him and quickly encouraged Todo to ask the question to someone else to keep him from embarrassing himself more. What he didn’t notice, until it was too late, was who Todo asked next.

“L/n! What’s your type?”

“That’s easy,” you said, your eyes never leaving Yuta’s as you smiled. “It’s Okkatsu.”

He could’ve sworn he died and went to Heaven right there!

Gojo:

“Gojo-sensei! What kind of person is your type?”

“Ooh, are we all playing a little get-to-know-each-other game?” asked Satoru excitedly. “I love it when the students bond like this.”

You were walking by the group when you overheard your fellow teacher getting involved in the kids’ antics so naturally, you stopped to watch.

“My type, hmm?” He was deep in thought, his forefinger to his chin. “Ah! Got it.”

As he was describing the person, the kids started snickering while looking at you. At first you didn’t understand why, but when it clicked, your first instinct was to grab Satoru by the back of his shirt collar and drag him away.

“Thanks for the fun!” he yelled, waving goodbye. When you were far enough away, out of sight and earshot of the students, you punched him in the arm.

“Ouch! Trouble in paradise already?” he teased.

“What the hell, Satoru? Our students aren’t supposed to know about teachers’ crushes on each other,” you reprimanded.

“What happens when we get married? They’ll know when they have to address you as Gojo-sensei. Or address me as L/n-sensei, I don’t care about the whole name situation,” he said airily, waving his hand around.

“You are truly impossible,” you said, rubbing your fingers on your forehead to ease your oncoming headache.

He poked your arm. “But you love me, don’t you?”

“I like you. And that’s trouble as it is,” you groaned, earning a smile and arm slung around your shoulder from the man.

“That’s enough for me, baby.”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Noted.”

Noritoshi:

“Kamo! What’s your type?”

“I don’t want to play your nonsense games, Todo,” remarked Noritoshi, frustrated.

“The next head of the Kamo clan refuses to answer such an easy question? That tells me everything I need to know about your character,” smirked Todo.

Noritoshi scowled. “Don’t question my character over my disbelief in your stupid qualifications.”

“Admit it, Kamo. You’re scared,” teased Mai, which sent him over the edge. He explained his type to the group, finishing with, “-don’t ever ask me something so idiotic in the future.”

“So… your type is L/n,” said Todo.

“Yes.” Noritoshi’s eyes widened when he realized what he said. “No! Wait! I don’t…”

He stopped, coming to terms that the damage was already done.

“All of you get on my nerves,” he barked, walking away quickly. You hurried after him.

“Noritoshi,” you said after catching up with him, “I really like you. You’re exactly my type too.”

He studied your eyes for any sign of deceit, but he didn’t find any. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he let a small smile fall upon his lips.

“Maybe the brainless question was useful after all.”

Todo:

“Todo! What’s your type?” you asked the muscled man. He looked surprised at you speaking up, but immediately replaced that expression with a wide smile.

“You.”

You burst into laughter. “No, I’m being serious, Aoi. What kind of person are you into?”

“I am serious, you’re exactly my type. I think you’re really attractive.”

You were about to laugh again when you noticed he was being genuine.

“You’re not… joking?”

“You seriously didn’t know? You’re all he talks about or looks at,” said Noritoshi. “Even I’ve noticed that much.”

“So, what do you say?” Aoi addressed you with another smile. “You want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Yeah. That would be amazing,” you breathed out, still shocked at the outcome you weren’t expecting but would gladly accept.

Nanami:

“Nanami-sensei! What kind of person is your type?”

Todo’s loud voice made Kento stop abruptly in his tracks.

“I’m not a teacher so don’t address me as such,” he sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Secondly, that’s none of your business. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Nanamin!” Yuji exclaimed, blocking the exasperated man’s path. “It’s a harmless question! We just wanna know more about you.”

Kento observed the shining eyes of the children staring at him and he sighed again, this time more forcefully.

“My type is a person who is smart enough to stay far away from this troublesome group,” he grumbled, making a beeline for your laughing figure as you watched from afar.

“Not a fan of my students’ curiosity, Nanami-sensei?” you teased, causing him to groan.

“They’re much too nosy. I have no interest in delving into my love live with children.”

“How about with another adult, then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “I’d hardly call you an adult with the way you’re acting right now.”

“I’d be hurt if you weren’t right,” you replied. “C’mon, we trust each other. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Fine,” he relented, “but this isn’t how I pictured telling you. I was hoping for a more mature environment when confessing my romantic feelings towards you.”

You stood in shock at his sudden confession. You were joking with the man, not expecting him to come up with a real answer, but instead, he admitted he liked you.

“To make myself clear,” he said, noticing your lack of a reaction, “you’re my type.”

You stumbled over your words in your surprised state. “I… wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself. “That does make it a lot easier to say my type is overworked blondes named Kento.”

His lips quirked up into a hint of a smile. “You think I’m overworked?”

“I know you are.” You mustered up all your courage before continuing, asking, “How about you take some time off and join me for dinner later?”

Kento’s smile became much more prominent. “That was supposed to be my line, but that would be lovely nonetheless. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

[hannya-writes]

You know?

Resume: Where Fushiguro, Itadori, Kugisaki and you go to a festival and a certain comment of Megumi makes you confess your feelings for him.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Other characters: Nobara Kugusaki and Yuuji Itadori

Category: Romance, Jealousy (with me that's a category)

Warnings: fluff, cute, Itadori bein Itadori, Nobara being Nobara

Author's note: It's reader blind? No, she just happen to have a eye related curse technique and using her eyes is very tiring. The art is not mine, I found it on Pinterest, if you happen to know who the artist is, let me know! Apparently I've had this in my drafts for a loooong time but I just ✨rediscovered it ✨ so, enjoy~

Your fingers were entangled with Itadori's fingers. He didn't seem to notice, you didn't seem to notice. Megumi on the other hand was well aware of it.

It was only a recent discovery, so recent that when he started noticing it, he wondered how long had you been doing that.

Itadori pulled you towards a food stand and you went along, with Kugisaki behind you and Megumi last.

Your hand let go of Itadori and Megumi felt relief. You had freed your right hand but caught instantly Nobara's blouse with the left. You clinged to them like a leecher... And he was Jealous, with capital "J". He hated that feeling inside him, that tingle in the tip of his fingers, the rage in his veins and the longing in his chest.

— Fushiguro! — you called for him since he had stayed a bit away from you. You seemed so happy. You were so happy without him. — Megumi!? — you turned around.

Your eyes were closed, your furrowed brows gave away your worry. Your hand went up and he saw a blue eye form in your palm to look for him.

When the eye found him you smiled, you walked towards him and he saw your hand flying to his, eye gone from it. Unlike other days, Megumi didn't wrapped his fingers around yours.

— Megumi, is everything alright? — you asked worried but he looked away from you, bothered by his discovery and his jealousy.

— yeah, all's fine — he lies with his usual seriousness. He wasn't going to tell the girl he liked about his jealousy over the fact that she clinged to anyone beside her and not only him. He wasn't going to admit that she had made him feel special when she clinged to him... But now that he knew that you did it with anyone it had disappointed him.

— are you angry with me? — you asked so out of the blue and his brows sinked lower, annoyed by your ability to know when something wasn't wrong with him. Were you that sensible to his changes of humor? — Megumi, you can tell me — she pressed and Fushiguro grumbled.

— No, I can't — he said looking at Nobara and Yuuji, who were distracted playing a game of darts.

— oh — you sounded so disappointed, so sad. Why did you have to be his weak spot?

— Y/n, I won you a fish — Itadori said way too excited and you were suddenly able to feel Megumi sulking. He was bothered not by you but… by Yuuji.

— Yuuji, I… — you doubted, not knowing how to break it to yuuji that you didn't like fish, alive or not.

— She doesn't like fish, so keep that away from her — Megumi spoke out loud your thoughts and you hid behind Megumi out of instinct, waiting for a reprimand that did come, only an apology from Yuuji.

— You…noticed? — Megumi looked your way, a dust of pink in his cheeks. His mouth opened and his blush deepened at the sight of you.

You were not supposed to use your eyes, not the real ones, only those that you made appear on your hands, those that looked a lot like Gojo-sensei eyes. However in that moment your proper eyes were open looking at him with such sweetness and warmth that he felt in love again. How could you have such pretty eyes? How could you be so damn beautiful in and out?

— it was obvious — he said nonchalantly, trying not to seem like he cared too much, like he pay attention to everything you did.

— if that's obvious then you know…— you said in a nervous way, hearing in the background that Yuuji gave the fish to Nobara.

A puzzled look appeared on Megumi's face. His expression said “know what?”

— I like you Megumi, so don't get mad at Itadori for holding my hand — you confessed with a smile, taking his hand on yours. — you are the only one I see with my true eyes — Megumi smiled and squeezed your hand gently.

— I… — Megumi was about to answer that he felt the same when the loud voice of Nobara interjected.

— OH MY GOD! She did it! She actually confessed! — Nobara was so damn loud that Megumi became annoyed. He wanted to punch her square in her face, no matter she was a woman and your friend.

— Y/n you should've waited for us to go away later and confess under the fireworks! — Itadori added in a soft and dreamy way that added to Megumi’s anger.

— we are leaving then — Megumi decided, pulling you from your hand to walk away from his (and your) friends.

— Does that mean you feel the same? — you asked while walking with him, giggling from his outburst. 

— Yes — he answered after a moment of dragging you away, now slowly walking by your side — I feel the same — 

•••

Extra:

Yuuji, Nobara and the fish~

Yuuji: Here, I catch you a fish! Nobara: I thought it was for Y/n… Yuuji: She doesn't like them so you can have it! Nobara: If I wanted a fish, I would have caught it! Yuuji: ehh? Just take the fish! Nobara: Hey, what's up with those two? Oh my god!... Nobara didn't catch a fish. (...) Y/n: All hail the prince, their name is Yuubara, child of Yuuji and Nobara.  Nobara: disgusting! Itadori: heeey! That's so cruel! Megumi: why do I have to hold the fishtank like in Simba’s presentation on the lion king? Y/n: because you are my boyfriend… Megumi: …

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