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[roguemaki]

bonus art card included with volume 4 of Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna (Melonbooks exclusive)

[areislol]

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎"WANT A (HERSHEY) KISS?" — with JJK men

pairings. satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, yuta okkotsu x gn! reader

warnings. all sweet mushy stuff, fluff, can be seen as an established relationship or mutual crushing. geto is written to be taller than you (sorry to all my tall ladies), sukuna calls reader "human" (his weird little pet name.), characters might be ooc.

a/n. i overheard my friend ask my best friend if she wanted a kiss and i immediately thought about this hershy kiss idea.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎synopsis. asking the jjk men if they want a kiss, but not that kind of kiss.

wordcount. 3.4k

— satoru gojo

gojo straightens up, his posture suddenly becoming theatrically grand. he places a hand dramatically over his heart, his eyes wide with mock seriousness as he gazes deeply into yours.

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve just unleashed,” he declares, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “i’m more than ready for your kiss!”

with a flourish, he takes a step back. he raises his other hand to his forehead as if swooning, his usual confident smirk replaced by an exaggerated look of faux vulnerability.

“oh, how could i have known today would be the day? the day my heart would finally be captured by an unexpected proposal!”

he lowers himself slightly as if preparing for the grand finale of some romantic play, his eyes never leaving yours.

you quirked an eyebrow, confused by your gojo's reaction. he takes a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of resolute determination. "what—"

“i accept your kiss with all the fervour of a thousand lifetimes!” he exclaims, his voice rising to a dramatic crescendo.

before you can react, he swoops in closer, closing his eyes as if truly expecting a romantic kiss. his lips are slightly puckered, and he holds the pose for a moment, the room filled with anticipation of his over-the-top performance.

"....what are you doing..." is all you manage to say while staring at gojo like he was a madman. at your words, he lets out a faint "huh" before peeking with one eyes open. you cocked your head to the side, reaching your palm out with a... hershey's kiss?

gojo's eyes travel between your face and the chocolate treat on your palm. both his eyes open as he resumes his old posture. "what's that?" he asks, confused. where was his kiss?

you nudge him with your hand, "take it, it's the kiss." you responded. there was a pregnant pause as gojo felt his soul being crushed and crumbling away.

he pouts as he usually does when things don't go his way. "so i won't be getting the kiss?" his expression shifts to one of exaggerated disappointment.

“you won't be getting any kiss other than the chocolate kiss in the palm of my hands! if you don't want it then just say it, i'll give it to someone else.”

gojo immediately felt a stab to his heart at your words. "so... no kiss..?" he asked once more, pushing his luck a bit too much. you turned around, beginning to walk over to maki.

"wait wait wait! no— wait! i'll take the kiss, come back! i thought we had something special!!"

safe to say gojo chased you around the courtyard wanting that kiss so badly. (p.s. he never got it)

— suguru geto

he looks up from his tea, his eyebrows raising slightly in mild surprise. his calm demeanour doesn’t waver, but you can see a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

“a kiss?” he repeats, setting down his cup with a gentle clink. “well, that’s unexpected.”

his eyes scan your face, you approached him with a playful smile, unbeknownst to him, holding a small hershey’s kiss hidden in your hand.

his response is measured, his tone light yet sincere. there’s a slight tilt of his head as he considers your offer, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. his curiosity is clearly piqued.

“are you sure you want to do this right now?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

you can see the gears turning in his mind. he stands up gracefully, his tall frame now towering over you slightly. his presence is both calming and commanding, and he steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

“if you’re offering, who am i to refuse?” he says, his voice soft and gentle, yet with a hint of playfulness.

as he leans in, his eyes close slightly, and his movements are slow and deliberate. his face is inches from yours, his lips poised as if expecting a tender kiss on the cheek or lips.

his breath is warm against your skin, just as his lips are about to meet yours, you can’t hold it in any longer. you burst out laughing, the sound breaking the tension. geto’s eyes snap open, and he pulls back slightly, a look of mild confusion and surprise on his face.

“wait, suguru,” you manage to say between giggles, holding up the small, foil-wrapped hershey’s kiss. “i meant hershey’s kiss!”

geto blinks, taking in the sight of the tiny chocolate in your hand. for a moment, he’s taken aback, his calmness cracking just enough to show his genuine surprise. then, a slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement.

“oh, i see,” he says, chuckling softly, the sound low and rich. “you got me there.”

his surprise melts into good-natured acceptance as he reaches out to take the hershey’s kiss from your hand, his fingers brushing yours gently.

“i should have known there was a twist,” he says, his tone filled with amusement. he unwraps the chocolate with ease, the foil crinkling softly as he reveals the sweet treat inside.

“well, i can’t say no to chocolate,” he continues, popping the hershey’s kiss into his mouth with a graceful motion. “but i might still want that other kiss later.”

you shake your head, still laughing, "you’re too much, suguru.”

he smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "that’s what makes life interesting,” he replies, his tone affectionate. “you always manage to keep me on my toes.”

geto leans in slightly, his expression turning more playful, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. “but just so you know, i'm expecting a real kiss next time,” he says softly, his voice filled with a gentle warmth that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. “no more tricks.”

you nod, your smile matching his. “alright.”

— choso

choso’s dark eyes widen slightly, and he looks at you in surprise.

his usually stoic demeanour softened by your unexpected offer. choso blinked in surprise, his dark eyes widening gradually. "a kiss?" he spoke, uncertain of what he had heard. "from you?"

your playful smile widened a fraction as you nodded. "that's if you really want one," you replied.

choso's expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of happiness crossing his features. he continued to sit down on the chair, his eyes, usually so guarded, were fixed on yours with anticipation.

"well since you asked," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded again, containing your joy as you held out the small chocolate treat. but choso, his attention solely on you, didn't notice your extended hand.

instead, he leaned in a fraction closer, his breath brushing against your cheek as he waited expectantly.

time seemed to slow, the air thick with anticipation. and then, as he continued to wait, you couldn't hold back any longer. with a gentle chuckle, you revealed the hershey's kiss, holding it between your fingers.

"wait, choso," you said, your voice soft. "i meant a hershey's kiss."

for a fleeting moment, confusion clouded choso's eyes, his brows furrowing slightly as he processed your words. the disappointment that followed was palpable, a subtle shift in his demeanour as he withdrew slightly, his gaze dropping to the chocolate in your hand.

"oh," he murmured quietly, a faint flush colouring his cheeks. "i see. i misunderstood."

regret tinged your amusement now, your heart squeezing at the sight of his crestfallen expression. you held onto whatever you could to stop yourself from apologising (despite it not being your fault in the first place) but his saddened face had a deadly grip on your aching heart.

letting out a soft sigh, you decide to make up for this misunderstanding. "i'll make it up to you," you promised, offering him the hershey's kiss with a gentle smile.

he looks back at you, his eyes searching yours for lord knows what. you step closer, closing the distance between you. “here,” you say softly, holding the hershey’s kiss in one hand and reaching up to gently cup his cheek with the other. “you can have both.”

you lean in and place a tender kiss on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your lips. as you pull back, you see the love in his eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"how was the kiss?"

"amazing."

— yuji itadori

yuji sat relaxed on the couch, flipping through a magazine with casual interest before you asked him the question.

he looked up from his magazine, his expression momentarily puzzled before a flicker of curiosity crossed his face. "a kiss?" he repeated as his head cocked to the side, intrigued.

"yeah," you continued, your smile widening as you extended the small chocolate towards him. "i thought you might like one."

a hint of confusion lingered on yuji's features as he accepted the chocolate from you. "oh, thanks!" he exclaimed, unwrapping the chocolate with a grin. he popped it into his mouth, savouring the sweetness with an appreciative nod.

however, as he finished the chocolate, his gaze turned back to you with a playful look on his face. "that was good," he remarked casually, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

"but you know, i was actually hoping for a different kind of kiss."

you couldn't help but laugh softly at his playful teasing, feeling a warmth spread through you at his easygoing nature. "oh really?" you replied teasingly, pretending to consider his request. "what kind of kiss were you hoping for?"

yuji's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "hmm, how about…" he trailed off, leaning in closer with a twinkle in his eye.

before he could finish his sentence, you leaned in swiftly and gently kissed his warm cheek. his skin was soft against your lips, radiating a faint warmth.

yuji blinked in surprise, his hand instinctively touching his cheek where your lips had just been.

"like that?" you asked with a playful smirk, teasing him lightly.

yuji chuckled softly, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush. "yeah," he admitted, his voice softening. "that was nice."

the room fell into a comfortable silence, filled with a newfound ease. yuji glanced at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"thanks for the chocolate, and the kiss," he said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. you shake your head, "it's fine, i enjoyed the kiss."

yuji immediately brightens up at your words before speaking. "can i get another kiss?" he looks at you with those pleading, puppy eyes. ugh. you let out a soft sigh and nod. "of course, on the cheek or lips?"

"lips please!"

— megumi fushiguro

he pauses. did he hear you correctly? a kiss? why now, as he's training? did you need to distract him after doing something wrong (you had a tendency to do that)? thousands of thoughts whirled around in his head.

"a... a kiss?" he repeated, his voice betraying a hint of confusion and something else—perhaps a flicker of vulnerability.

you nodded, feeling giddy for absolutely no reason. "yeah, a kiss. what do you think?"

for a moment, megumi seemed to be at a loss for words. he glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone else was watching, then looked back at you.

"why are you asking me that?" he said, his voice low and slightly nervous.

you couldn't help but chuckle softly at his reaction. "just answer the question, megumi. do you want one or not?"

his cheeks took on a faint tint of pink, a sight that made your heart skip a beat. he struggled with his thoughts for a moment before he finally nodded, his gaze steady on yours. "sure," he said quietly.

you pulled the small hershey's kiss from your pocket and held it out to him. "here," you said, waiting for him to take the treat.

megumi stared at the chocolate in your hand, his expression shifting from confusion to realization and then to mild embarrassment. he let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"oh, yeah. thanks," he muttered, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed by the thought that he would actually be getting a different type of kiss.

your eyes focus solely on megumi as he stares at the chocolate in your hand. he seemed disappointed but tried his best to hide it, but he knew better.

"you look disappointed. why?"

there goes your attentiveness.

"nothing's wrong. i just thought that.." he paused, taking the chocolate and unwrapping it, popping it into his mouth. your brows raised at his abrupt pause, indicating for him to go on.

you wait for him to finish the chocolate, and when he does you notice a faint blush on his cheeks. he seems to consider something for a moment, his eyes growing more contemplative.

megumi let out a soft sigh, eyes downcast as if embarrassed to say whatever he was about to say. "if..." he began slowly, "i was hoping that you would give me the other kind of kiss,"

his words took you by surprise, and you felt a warm flush creep up your cheeks. "oh?" you replied, your heart fluttering at his unexpected words (though you haven't fully comprehended it yet). after a few seconds, the realisation hit. "OHHH!! was that the type of kiss you were expecting?"

"shut up."

— kento nanami

nanami raised an eyebrow, curiosity was evident on his face. "a kiss?" he repeated. you nod your head.

"yes, a kiss. what do you say?"

he studied your face for a moment, his sharp eyes searching for any hint of a joke. but seeing your expression, he relaxed. "alright," he said with a small, gentle smile.

"i suppose i could indulge."

to your surprise, nanami stood up and closed the distance between you with a few steps. gently, he cupped your face in his warm, calloused hand. leaning in, he placed a small, chaste kiss on your forehead, his lips soft against your skin.

"there," he said, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "now you can give me a kiss."

your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks. you fumbled for a moment, holding up the small hershey's kiss that had been concealed in your grip.

"i-i meant this kiss," you stammered, your voice flustered. "but this works too."

nanami's eyes flicked to the chocolate in your hand, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "ah, i see," he said, a rare glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "a hershey's kiss."

he took the small chocolate from your hand, unwrapping it with practised ease, he popped the chocolate into his mouth, savouring the sweetness. "delicious," he remarked, his gaze never leaving yours.

you couldn't help but laugh, still feeling flustered by his actions as you shook your head. "i didn't expect you to actually kiss me like that," you admitted, a grin creeping onto your face, tugging at the corner of your lips.

nanami's smile widened slightly, a gentle warmth in his eyes. "you asked if i wanted a kiss," he said simply. "i saw no reason to decline."

— ryomen sukuna

the room was thick with tension as the king of curses lounged on his throne-like seat, his piercing red eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of boredom and disdain.

the king of curses rarely indulged in the mundane pleasantries of human interaction, yet when it comes to you, it becomes tolerable.

you approached him, chocolate clutched in your hand. "hey, sukuna," you called out, trying to keep your voice steady.

he shifted his gaze towards you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you with a mix of curiosity and contempt. "what is it, human?" he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.

taking a deep breath, you mustered your courage and offered him a tentative smile. "do you want a kiss?"

for a moment, sukuna stared at you, his expression unreadable. then, a mocking scoff escaped his lips, and he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "a kiss?"

"i don't want your disgusting lips on mine, or on my skin at all. foul. don't you ever ask me that stupid question ever again."

you let out a sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his words. "i didn't mean that kind of kiss," you said softly, revealing the small chocolate in your hand. "i meant a hershey's kiss."

sukuna's eyes flicked to the chocolate, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps—passed through his gaze. he snatched the chocolate from your hand, unwrapping it with a sneer.

"pathetic," he muttered, popping the sweet treat into his mouth. he chewed slowly, his expression shifting from contempt to thoughtful consideration as he continued to chew.

you observed him, noticing the subtle change in his face. despite his harsh words, there was a part of him that seemed to enjoy the small gesture, though, he'd rather allow himself to be killed than admit his feelings.

after swallowing the chocolate, sukuna's eyes returned to yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. "that was tolerable," he admitted grudgingly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "is there anything else?"

you shake your head. "no... what else would you want?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours. "another type of kiss," he said, his tone both commanding and taunting. "show me if you dare."

you hesitated, the weight of his demand on your heart. his earlier insult still lingered in your mind, but there was something in his gaze—a challenge, a test—that compelled you to step forward.

sukuna's eyes gleamed with a predatory anticipation as you drew closer. when your lips brushed against his cheek, his skin was surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to his cold behaviour.

the kiss was brief, a soft and tentative gesture that seemed to surprise even him. as you pulled back, you searched his face for a reaction. sukuna was silent, his expression neutral. then, a slow, almost imperceptible smile spread across his lips—a smile that was equal parts dangerous and intrigued.

"not bad," he murmured, his voice softer but no less commanding. "perhaps you're not as foolish as i thought."

sukuna's eyes darkened, his smirk widening slightly. "don't think this changes anything," he warned, his voice regaining its edge. "but i might tolerate your presence a bit longer."

— yuta okkotsu

yuta's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink almost immediately. he seemed caught off guard by your question, his book slowly slipping from his grasp as he tried to process your words.

"a-a kiss?" he stammered, his voice shaky. "you mean… like… a real kiss?"

you couldn't help but chuckle softly at his flustered reaction. "yes, a kiss," you spoke, watching as his blush deepened.

his mind seemed to be racing, a mix of confusion and excitement flashing in his eyes. "i… well… um… sure?" he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

he looked down, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, clearly trying to gather his composure.

you held out the small hershey's kiss, the silver foil catching the fading sunlight. "i meant this kiss," you said softly, a knowing smile on your face (yuta was always very easy to read).

yuta stared at the chocolate in your hand, his blush was still prominent but now mixed with a look of realization and slight embarrassment. "oh," he breathed out, his shoulders relaxing a bit. he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "o-oh! yeah, totally—a chocolate kiss."

you handed him the chocolate, watching as he took it from you with a shy smile. "yeah, a chocolate kiss," you confirmed, your voice gentle.

as yuta unwrapped the chocolate, he glanced up at you with a sheepish grin. "i thought you meant the other kiss," he admitted, popping the treat into his mouth.

after a while, yuta turned to you, his blush returning slightly. "do you think you can give me another kiss?"

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt your own cheeks warming. "you mean like the physical kiss? not the chocolate" you replied softly, already knowing the answer. he nodded, feeling a little nervous. "yeah. i mean… if you feel like it. no pressure of course!!"

you smiled, laughing softly. "i'll keep that in mind," you said gently. "you're too sweet."

yuta's smile widened, his eyes shining with happiness. "you're the one that's sweet here," he replied, his voice soft and filled with warmth.

rika is fuming right now

a/n: divider credits @/v6que // my first-ish post for jjk ^-^ if there are any pronouns other than GN please tell me, either in messages or on this post! thank you for reading 💕

[silkscream]

bullfight of love

ੈ✩ choso x reader

ੈ✩ tags: flirting, masturbation, porn watching, vaginal sex, riding, soft sub!choso, 2000s au, coworkers, workplace relationship, film bro stuff

ੈ✩ wc: 4.7k

ੈ✩ a/n: i wanted to write choso being a weirdofreak pervert boy that's all. this is part of my fics for gaza <3 there will be a part two for this. do not ask me about a part two because it's already being made

Maki could kill you for being late again. Five missed texts, the final exaggerated with periods and exclamation points – and she never used proper spelling, let alone punctuation. It wasn't serious the way she made it out to be. 

Toji never cared about your track record. The bastard was never in the shop anyway, probably high off his ass in whatever shed of a place he lived in. Maki already hated her cousin enough for the rest of the crew, running that stupid video store like it was a real family business. It was a summer job to you and nothing else.

She sighs when she sees you walk through the door, handing you your name tag without a word before fucking off to the storage room to look at the new shipments.

“Don’t give me the silent treatment!” you yell after her. In response, you only get a middle finger, chipped black nail polish with half a skeleton decal hanging on.

It’s always slow on Mondays. Considering the new cinema that opened across the street, it's slow every day. You should’ve taken a job there, scooping buckets of buttered popcorn instead of telling off porn-stached men who continually mistook the shop as the old adult video store. 

You mindlessly watch Reservoir Dogs on the CRTV, shaken by the sudden flood of middle school students paving their way to the used video game section. Fumbling with the remote, you meet a hard-faced Maki once again. 

“You can’t put on Tarantino, dude. Kids are in here.”

“It was already on,” you shrug. 

Maki rolls her eyes and points to a small stack by the register – some John Hughes VHS tapes. Sixteen Candles. The Breakfast Club. Most shit that both of you hated.

“Gotcha.”

“Can you deal with the new kid, today? Toji didn’t scan all the new shit in like he was supposed to last week.”

“New kid?”

“Uh, yeah. Goth-ish. Like he got spit out of a Hot Topic or something,” she snorts. “No hazing.”

“I should be saying that to you.”

She scoffs at you before rushing back. You’d had a crush on her when you started working there, back when she still had an eyebrow piercing before she let it get infected. She had that Silent Hill look about her for lack of better words. Resting bitch face with a raspy pout. 

Your head swims a little, pounding from dehydration. The morning joint didn’t help, either, nor did the fact that you had to train a newbie today. 

It’s quiet after the kids leave, snatching up some forbidden R-rated movie that’ll traumatize them during a basement sleepover. You nearly doze off once the clock hits three, but loud footsteps bring you back to life. 

A boy that couldn’t be much older than you stares into you, narrowed eyes boring into your soul. You see the dark birthmark across his nose first, as if someone had slashed him with a blade in one straight swoop. He smells like cigarettes and his eyes are decorated with some reddish eyeshadow. Either that or he had the complexion of a sickly Victorian child. 

“Hey,” you deadpan. “Can I help you?”

“I’m the new hire,” he says. His voice is low. He reminds you of the goths that would hit on you at high school parties. He's prettier, though. 

You give him a once-over quickly – he’s taller than you expect, for some reason, and you notice the blooming swirls of abstract tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves.

“You don’t sound so sure about that,” you smirk. 

He rolls his eyes and introduces himself. Choso. You repeat his name, tasting it on your tongue. He has half a mind to shake your hand but pulls away awkwardly. You take note of the silver rings adorning his fingers.

You tilt your head. “I like your, uh, space buns…”

“Uh, thanks,” he narrows his eyes.

“Okay, so… have you ever used a cash register?”

“Yes.”

“Great. That’s basically half the job.”

You show him the ropes – how to make sales and deal with teens. Cash drops and tracking inventory. You ask him what attracted him to the idea of working at a run-down video store and he says he likes movies and easy money. His brother liked the place, too. 

“You got the Human Earthworm series, boss?” he drones, bored.

“Yeah, think so. You like romance-horror or just terrible practical effects?”

He snorts. “My little brother likes it. Wants to have a marathon with me.”

“Cute.”

Hours pass and he’s gotten the hang of it. If anything, there are more customers than usual today, because you suppose that Choso is conspicuous in appearance and the teenage girls that hang around at the food court need something new to play with. 

It stirs something uneasy in your gut, the waft of saccharine perfume in the air. Girls with tongue piercings, lollipops staining their lips as they bend over the counter to talk to Choso. Ripe girls.

They probably thought he could buy them alcohol, take them for a joyride. He’d only offer them an aloof, blank stare in return. It makes you almost giddy. By the time night comes around, you tell them to fuck off like flies.

“Closing time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Choso mock-salutes, an amused smirk on his lips. Half-lidded eyes like a cat, maybe a stoner, though he didn’t smell like it. You saw him on his break anyway, sipping down an Asahi Super Dry in the back as if you weren’t looking.

He already knew his place, knew that you wouldn’t rat him out. It was the way something flickered in his eyes when you caught him. A taunt, a quiet challenge. 

You watch him count cash. Chipped black fingernails looked odd on his veiny hands like they were painted in a rush by a child. You notice scrawled pen on his pale skin. Smudged phone numbers.

“Getting hit on already?”

He glances at you and shrugs, hiding a smile. “Half were just from bored teenagers. Other half bored single mothers.”

“Any takers?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You narrow your eyes. 

“Ha. Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not,” you snort. “As long as we get customers I guess.”

“Oof. You’re cold. You don’t care how I get these people to buy these movies as long as they buy ‘em, huh?”

“You’re not whoring yourself out by being a cashier. Relax.”

He shrugs on his jacket. Crumpled leather, the kind that held the smell of smoke over generations. It made him look like Takuya Kimura in that way, maybe if his hair was down.

He grins when he finds you staring.

“We done for the night, then, boss?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname. “Uh-huh. Night, newbie.”

He smiles sardonically, looking out and noticing the rain. He curses inwardly, knowing that skating home would be a bitch, and the next bus to his side of town wasn’t for another half hour. He clears his throat.

“Leaving already?”

“Yeah. What, don’t have a ride home, kiddo?”

“Fuck off. I’m not a damn kid. I’m just not someone with a car,” Choso mutters dryly. “I work at a movie rental place for a living. I take the bus everywhere.”

“Sucks to suck then,” you smirk, saluting him goodbye. You throw him the keys. “I trust you to lock up then, yeah? See ya.”

He lets out a frustrated scoff but doesn’t bother to convince you, opting to watch you go. Once you’re out of reach, he sighs and turns, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around the dim store. 

Yuuji was probably out with that sea urchin–haired punk again. He had to remind himself to save up for a car instead of constantly having to share their parents’ beat-up Toyota.

He could take advantage of the shitty TV in the office, maybe. Watch a stupid re-run while he waits, because he sure as hell isn’t going to wait out in the rain. He walks in and settles on the black leather couch straight out of an amateur porno. He snorts and looks through a fat stack of DVDs in the corner. 

His mouth twists when he picks up something with a racy title. His eyes widen when he realizes it’s an adult film.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, scoffing. He lets out a low whistle, glancing around the office as if someone’s out there, ready to jump him. It’s eerily quiet. He can’t even hear the pitter-patter of rain from in here.

He skims the back cover. It looks crude, but Choso has never really been one to turn down something raunchy. He liked stupid movies, gory ones, art films with weird unsimulated sex. He’d gotten off to In the Realm of the Senses when he was thirteen. Skimming through something this cheap shouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t arouse him — it would be as entertaining and silly as watching a sitcom for him.

He inserts the disc into the DVD player and waits for it to load. There are no cameras in the office, he notices. Figures. The way you talked about the owner made it seem like the place was barely being held together if not for you.

And then, he thinks of you. He immediately thought you were pretty, not that he’d ever let you know that. Plainer than his usual type, but something was alluring about the curve of your mouth, the way you spoke. He liked that you didn’t take shit most of all. It was probably the hottest thing about you.

He knew better than to fuck around with a coworker, however. It never ended well and resulted in petty drama. He was too old for that shit, wasn’t in high school anymore — he was a man.

When the intro to the film finally loads, a woman in a skimpy, barely-there dress appears on the screen. It’s something vintage, for sure, given the grain. She’s in a love hotel. 

Choso fast-forwards through blurs of messy kissing, colored lights illuminating a heart-shaped tub. He pauses on a frame of the girl riding, her mouth wide open in ecstasy. He presses play.

After about ten minutes, he finds himself in a trance watching with rapt attention at the way the actress moves. His cock twitches when he realizes that she looks a little too much like you. 

She moans particularly loudly and his mouth parts. Something snaps inside of him. 

He has to pause it again. Jesus.

Choso feels like a pervert. No, he’s a man with urges, needs. It’s a pure coincidence that the actress in the porno looks like you of all people. It’s not like he sought her out himself. A movie like this shouldn’t even be in here.

He grits his teeth, hands clenching around the couch leather until his knuckles are white. He takes a breath before pressing play again and his eyes widen when the girl gets even louder.

Ah, fuck it.

He mutters under his breath, shifting on the couch. Glances at the blowjob lips on the screen, soft and plush. He thinks of you and swallows. He bites his cheek, conflicted.

Maybe he shouldn’t.

Then again, no one has to know.

He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to resist the pressure building inside him. It feels like trying to contain a geyser with a cup, and he hasn’t even touched himself yet. 

After contemplating for a beat, he sighs and unbuttons the fly of his jeans, using his other hand to press play again. A gasp escapes his lips as he watches the girl on the screen. The curve of her back, the bounce of her tits. She looks soft. He wonders if you’d be as —

No. No. He’s not doing that.

He spits in his hand and strokes himself, his breathing starting to come out in short, uneven pants. There’s a rush of heat in his gut as he watches. His head tilts back slightly, eyes roaming the ceiling before closing them as he attempts to calm himself down. It’s no use.

His breath hitches, eyes glued to the screen. He’s memorized by the slick flowing out of her. Fuck, he hasn’t gotten laid in a long time. It’s killing him.

It’d be okay if he pretended it was you. It’s not like you would find out. He could imagine fucking your face the way the guy was doing right now in the video, making the bitch gag and moan. Whimpering at being called a good girl. 

“Oh, god–” he mutters, his voice a strangled gasp. She really did look like you. Disturbingly so. When he’s done, he’ll have to wash his hands for five minutes straight from the shame. 

He pants, his grip on himself firm as he squeezes his shaft. Precum smears over his tip and he groans at the sound of the woman’s whimpers getting louder and louder. It makes his lungs seize. He’s getting close.

He doesn’t even register the jingling of the doorknob.

Choso’s head jerks up, his eyes widening in shock as his head turns to see you in the doorway blinking at him. 

“Oh.”

His throat’s dry. What a cruel fucking joke from the universe. There’s no coming back from this. Not when the video’s still going and he’s still half dressed, hand on his fly in mortification.

You tilt your head, smirking. “Nice cock.”

Choso’s at a loss for words, staring at you with embarrassment and utter daze. What the fuck?

“I, uh…” he chokes out, his voice rough and more high-pitched than usual. Face burning. 

He’s going to get fired. No – he has to quit before you even get another word in, save the little dignity he has, maybe convince Yuuji to move to another shitty town with him so he never has to see you again —

“Forgot my wallet,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

You walk into the room, peering at him. Your eyes fall on the TV, which is still going. The moans feel cheap and tacky now that he’s back in reality. 

Choso scrambles to press the stop button on the remote, his other hand moving to put a pillow on top of his leaking dick. His eyes flicker wildly between your face and the screen.

“You find that in here?”

“Uh… yeah… I, um—”

You snort. “Forgot to tell you that this used to be an adult video store.”

“That explains the selection,” he mutters sheepishly. 

You eye him carefully. He blushes. “Didn’t finish?” you taunt.

He feels too fucking humiliated to say anything, so he mutely nods instead. He fumbles with the zipper of his jeans underneath the pillow.

“Need some help?”

He gapes at you for a moment before looking away. You look amused as you scan his face. Was he hearing you correctly? Was he dreaming?

“Are you— are you offering?” he gasps out, dumbfounded. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done something like that in here.”

Choso’s jaw drops. 

He stares at you for a moment at a loss for words. Curiosity begins to win out over embarrassment.

“With… who?”

“None of your business,” you chuckle.

He doesn’t like that answer. His jaw clenches, knowing that it’s stupid that it hurts his ego a bit for no reason at all. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t press the issue as his gears turn back to your previous offer.

“Then you… uh… want to…? With me?”

“You want to, right?”

He swallows nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks at your body shamelessly for a bit. He’s still so fucking hard. Finally, he nods shyly.

“Okay. Take your clothes off, then.”

For a moment, he wants to protest. This is the last thing he expects from you. Maybe it was a blackmail situation — if he doesn’t let you fuck him, would you fire him? 

He realizes that he doesn’t care either way if he gets to fuck you.

He pushes his jeans down with his boxer briefs, shoves the pillow in his lap away with a blush. Slowly, he strips off his t-shirt, leaving him completely exposed. He can feel your gaze on him, raking his chest and arms, the tattoos on his skin. He looks up at you again almost desperately. 

“I meant it,” you drawl. “You do have a nice cock.”

“Th-thanks…” he croaks. 

“Why so nervous?” you tease. “You were flirting with me all day.”

“Yeah, but–” he mutters, huffing defensively. “I didn’t think you’d actually—”

“Wanna fuck you?” you finish for him.

You say it so bluntly that it catches him off guard. He hadn’t really given it too much thought. You were somewhat receptive to his advances if he could call it that. It was mostly him being himself. His sarcasm was meant to be flirting, but none of it was that serious. He found you hot and interesting. He liked that you could keep up with him. 

When he started touching himself with you in mind, everything was thrown out the window. He wanted you, and would probably dream about you when he got home, but the guilt and shame of doing something so depraved in his place of work made him embarrassed. He wouldn’t have been able to face you on his next shift, and then you decided to barge in and ruin everything. 

And now, you’re offering yourself to him on a silver platter. It was absurd.

He narrows his eyes. “What’s in it for you?”

“I think you’re hot. Isn’t that enough?” 

“You… you actually wanna… uh–”

“Yeah, Choso,” you roll your eyes. “I wanna fuck you.”

He shifts on the couch, eyes roaming hungrily over your body as his breaths grow labored. He swallows a lump in his throat.

“Then… do it,” he mumbles.

You grin, moving to straddle his lap. His hands flex and he has to remember to not appear so eager. This is just a casual hookup with a coworker. One born out of bizarre circumstances, sure, but he needs to play it cool. He grips the edge of the couch.

“Don’t wanna touch me?”

He feels even more meek, if that was possible. He hesitates, throat bobbing as he swallows. He’d had girls in his lap before. Bouncing them on his cock until they cried. For some reason, he feels like the submissive one here just because you’re on top of him. 

“Uh,” he stammers. His voice is quiet, nervous. You think it’s cute. “I didn’t know if I was, uh, allowed to—”

“Go ahead.”

He holds back from kissing you. Instead, he smoothes his large hands over your hips, the curve of your waist. He lifts his hands to the edge of your shirt and hooks his fingers into the hem, slowly tugging it upwards. The reveal of skin is tantalizing, makes his mouth water like a man stranded in a desert. 

Sparks jolt the length of his spine as his fingers brush over the bare skin of your stomach. Fuck, you’re soft. He knew you would be. He pulls the shirt over your head and ogles stupidly at your chest. 

“Someone’s worked up,” you tease, playing with his hair. You undo his buns, leaving his hair down.

“Of course I am,” he mutters, his voice strained. “You’re sitting on my lap, looking like that—”

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widen. 

“Please,” he breathes. It almost comes out like a desperate whine. “I mean— yeah—”

You raise a brow, laughing. It makes his face heat up down to his neck. 

“Begging already? Thought you’d be more of a dominant type.”

You’ve thought about me?

“I— I am,” he grumbles. 

“Uh-huh. I’ll let you prove it later.” You lean in.

“Promise?” He looks at you with something eager in his gaze and your eyes soften. 

“Mhm.”

Finally, he captures your lips with his. You sigh into it and it makes his cock throb underneath you. He takes that as an invitation, his tongue immediately pushing past the plush of your lips. He reaches up to grab the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair as if he’s done it all before. It makes you moan a little in his mouth.

He moans back, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. You pull back slightly, leaving him to chase your lips for a moment as he lets out a small huff of protest. When you look at him, his eyes are half-lidded, lips slightly parted and shiny with spit.

“You’re pretty,” you say without thinking. “Real pretty.”

He flushes, unable to form words. His expression immediately floods with disappointment when you get off his lap to stand. 

“Where are you going?” His voice would be whiny if it wasn’t so gruff from desire. 

“Relax, idiot.” You unbutton your pants, sliding them down slowly. He assumes you’re teasing him, which he doesn’t particularly mind. You’re a sight to behold. His cock twitches as his eyes look at your smooth thighs. 

“Get over here,” he huffs. You laugh, moving to straddle him. 

He doesn’t have time to react before you lean in to immediately nip at his neck. He lets out a moan, hips bucking involuntarily. You can feel his pulse quickening, the vibration of his moans underneath your lips. 

“Fuck,” he gasps. His fingernails dig into the meat of your waist. 

He can’t stay still. It takes him everything in him to not rock his hips up into you. It doesn’t help that he can already feel your wet heat hovering over his cock. His brain nearly short-circuits. He preens under you, grabbing at you like you’re going to fly away. 

“Be patient. Wanna play with you first,” you mumble.

Choso’s eyes flutter closed as you speak. You sound so fucking sexy right now, he can’t stand it. It’s better than the stupid filler plot he scrubbed through in that damn porno. Miles better. 

“Play with me,” he grits. “Fuck — later.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot you were pregaming this before I walked in.”

He glares at you. It’s entertaining watching the expression melt off his face when you lift your hips and immediately slam down on him. The moan he lets out is guttural. His hands immediately find your hips.

“Hah – fuck,” you breathe. “You’re bigger than you look.”

Choso lets out a strangled chuckle, head falling back on the couch. It makes him look even hotter, the way his tattoos flex with his collarbone. 

“Told you I wasn’t a kid.”

Your laugh tapers off into a moan when he gives a small, tentative roll of his hips. Testing the waters. You’re so fucking tight that it’s making it hard for him to even think. When he hears you gasp at being filled by him completely, his eyes widen.

“Shit,” he gasps. “Wanna make you do that again—”

“H-Huh?”

His eyes lock on your face as he grins, grinding into you slowly. 

“That noise–” he groans, his throat taut and dry. “You made this little gasp—”

“Ah–”

“There it is,” he snickers. His eyes gleam. “Just like that.”

Your eyes roll back, mirroring the roll of his cock inside you. Your cunt clenches around him and it feels like fucking heaven. He can feel all your wetness drool into his lap. He had the urge to push you into the leather, cant his hips up like something rabid. 

It feels like his brain was going to fall out of his nose, the head rush in tandem with the blood pumping into his cock. Impossible tightness. Snug cunt, petals closing into a bud. 

When you wrap your arms around him, it almost feels romantic. It’s dangerous.

He kisses you, then. Quivers when he feels you getting lost in it, tasting nicotine in your swapped spit. He whimpers as you start to move your hips with more intention. You smile wryly at his reaction, pulling away, eyes fixed on where your bodies meet.

You’re a fucking wet dream while you’re riding him. The way your hair brushes messily over your jawline, the way your mouth parts with a gasp every time he feels you pulsate on his cock. Choso grabs your ass greedily and kneads it, mesmerized at the softness of your flesh. 

“God, you look so fucking good right now—”

His eyes flash as he watches you move. He tries to match your tempo, rutting up into you with frenzied effort. His cheeks are flushed as he nearly unravels himself for you, his expression raw and hungry. He leans in to suck on your tongue, descending his wet mouth down to your jaw, your tits. Oral fixation.

You can feel him deep in your stomach, buried in you. It’s as if he could pierce you through the throat. You’re sure that you’ll ache everywhere by the time you get home. You’d never taken a cock quite this big, never been this wet, your insides swirling around like a washing machine. Your guts all muddled with something that felt too warm for just lust.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, hands pressing into your bare thighs. 

All his preoccupations with you had disappeared. He didn’t care if you thought he was a pervert, since you were one too, in a way. Letting him fuck you like this when he barely knew you at all, yet a repressed part of his brain made his heart flutter at the thought of you. It didn’t help that he could practically feel your heartbeat with his cock.

It isn’t romance — it has to be the sex. He can’t think about it too much right now. Not when he’s in a state of delirium inside your cunt.

“Choso, I’m close,” you whine.

“Yeah?” he rasps. “Fuck, me too.” 

His hair is tousled and sticky. Eyes glazed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He grabs at your hips, guiding them to grind on him faster. Your wetness makes it all so smooth — all buttery, no resistance. You feel full.

He feels like he’s being squeezed to death, to heaven. It sends him over the edge at the same time he feels your pussy clench around him. You tremble in waves as you gasp out a moan. It’s more like a choked breath. He can’t stop watching you as you come, the way your eyes roll back. 

A whine escapes his throat as he cums. Everything that seeps out is slick, feels like something new and primordial at once. Seraphic, he’d say, if he happened to be drunk. He certainly feels drunk.

Choso doesn’t expect you to kiss him so sweetly after such a vulgar affair. He lets out a long exhale into your mouth with eyes closed, letting his head fall back a little while your hands cup his cheeks. His body is all melted limbs, languid sex. 

“Jesus,” he mutters. 

“Hey.”

He opens his eyes and gazes at you through sleepy lids. He lifts a hand lazily, brushing the hair away from your face.

“Yeah?”

“Did you pick an actress that looked like me on purpose?”

He freezes. His hands tighten around your waist as he looks away.

“No,” he scoffs. “Just thought she was hot—”

You chuckle.

“I didn’t pick it, I found it,” he gruffs. “I’ll admit that… she looks like you… I guess.”

“Was I as good?” 

He scoffs again, his eyes flashing with a mix of playfulness and irritation. You were as much of a little shit as he was.

“You’re better,” he rolls his eyes. “I already told you what I think, dumbass. Real pretty.”

“Oh, did you?”

There’s a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I’d be pretty pissed if you weren’t better than some stupid video—”

“Idiot. Those girls are probably like, Olympians at fucking. Porn isn’t like real sex anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he grins. He pauses for a moment, suddenly looking timid. “It’s just… a decent placeholder for when I… y’know.”

“Just call me next time.”

Choso’s eyes widen slightly, unable to hide his surprise. He sputters for a second.

“What? I’m, uh— not gonna call you every time I—” he groans, “That’ll be way too many times.”

You raise a brow.

“Wait, no— that came out wrong. I’m not some horny freak or something—”

“I mean, given how I found you…”

“That’s—” he stammers, unable to complete a sentence without his brain completely blacking out every millisecond. “That was a one-time thing.”

“Hope so. I don’t wanna fire you, newbie,” you grin.

His pulse quickens at your smile. 

“Like hell, you will. You’re too understaffed to fire me.”

PART TWO

[fairytsuk1]

make me want you | (s)

apart of maki's kinktober: the 2024 anthology

prompt: lingerie, manipulation, first time

pairing: satoru gojo x reader

words: 6.5k

warnings: dubcon/noncon-ish, sex while high, gojo is an asshole, objectification, virginity loss, innocence loss, manipulation, pushing boundaries, marijuana

"I don't know, she seems nice."

"What are you talking about!? She's hot," Satoru emphasized, picking at his lunch. "And she's got a cute butt."

Suguru hummed, reflecting and nodding coolly as he ate some of Satoru's fried chicken–much to the latter's chagrin. The two eat in a murky silence as Satoru eyes him suspiciously.

"Who aren't you telling me about?"

"Hmm," Suguru chews thoughtfully, letting the suspense grow. "I don't think you'd like her."

"I like everyone! C'mon, you have to tell me now. Is she really needy or somethin'?"

"No. She's just… innocent."

Blue eyes scan the dark figure intensely. He was holding out on him; he knew it, Suguru knew it, and within seconds, Satoru was squeezing right up next to him and pressing further, "You're such a liar! I don't know who you're talking about, so spill. We promised to tell each other this stuff, you know?"

He's really hesitant, but your name falls from Suguru's lips. Satoru is stunned.

"No way," his alabaster hair shakes in the wind. "No way, she's too cute to be a virgin."

"She is, Shoko told me about it. Apparently she got too talkative at a party or something?"

"So she's a lightweight," Satoru grins devilishly, cheeks flushing with impure thoughts.

"Keep your illegal thoughts to yourself," Suguru chuckles and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

It was a typical lunch talk. Fried chicken, soba, kikufuku, and girls. It was perfect, and Satoru was left satiated and maybe even hungrier for more. Hungry for you.

You were cute and adorable. You'd passed by in his mind a few times as he surveyed the typical party scene whilst sipping a concoction of acrid alcohol and sugary mixers. You had stuck out like a delicate flower, and he'd wrongly assumed you were being guarded by some protective wasp. How wrong he was.  

It just wasn't the case. You'd never even been touched. Here he had the most delicious nectar practically in the palm of his hands. Who was he to deny himself the simple pleasures of sucking you dry. Satoru had marked you. Who else was going to give it to you good, going to make you remember why you let him into your guts in the first place.

Satoru thinks about you in the shower with a hand wrapped around his dick. While he's sitting in his first class and snoozing. When he's "studying" in the library–secretly circling answers on a Sudoku crossword. He had to have you soon, or he was going to explode.

He seeks you out when you're sitting and reading on a bench. There you were, petals swaying in the wind. You'd fall for him quickly.

"Hey there." Satoru puts on a charming grin and immediately sits beside you. "Whatcha reading?"

Your face flushes immediately at seeing him. What the hell was Satoru Gojo doing here, let alone sitting next to you!? The anxieties in your chest are suppressed into a small flame as you choke out an answer, "Frankenstein."

"Woah, that's pretty dark! I've never read it, you like it?"

Satoru crosses his arms and rests his head on them, appealing to you like a puppy you just can't help but give pets to. Your head nods immediately, and you offer a shy smile that makes Satoru want to groan. Jesus, he was already starting to get hard in his loose joggers.

"I-It's pretty good so far, I'm not that far into it."

"Hm," and he says your name so alluringly. "You don't really do much, do you?"

It's a bit offensive, and you bristle at the comment while shaking your head in protest.

"That's not true, I've seen you at parties! I mean, well, maybe you haven't seen me––"

"I would've remembered seeing such a pretty face like yours," Satoru scoots closer to man spread, your knees touching. "Do you like going out?"

A quick nod and your eyes are flitting back to your book shyly. He'd have so much fun breaking you.

"Yeah, it's fun. I'd guess you go out all the time," you trail off, eyelashes batting unconsciously as you succumb to his questioning.

"Not really," a lie. "Huh, are you stereotyping me?"

Satoru leans in close, smiling wide as he teases you. You snicker and tell him no. You are cute–his eyes gratefully rake over you before meeting yours.

"I think you're really nice. Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

It has to be a joke. One of the most attractive men at your university was singling you out, plucking you from the rust, and dusting you off. Your face feels hot, and you're looking everywhere as if dazed.

"A-Are you sure?"

"Am I sure? Jeez, you give yourself too little credit!"

A brave hand adjusts a stray hair, and you wonder if this is a dream.

"Sorry, I just… okay. I'll go on a date with you, Gojo."

He smirks like the devil, "You can call me Satoru if you want."

"Okay, Satoru," would you sound just as sweet when he mounted you and slid in balls deep?

"I'll pick you up at your dorm. Which is it?"

You tell him, and he might turn pink himself. He's smiling with a twinkling wave. That'd make you the first of the Circle Building, sweet! He name-drops you again as he goes to languidly leave, like he knows you're keenly listening to every syllable that falls from his lips.

"Pick you up at 8, 'kay? See ya," he's sparkling with joy while turning away.

"Bye!"

Satoru Gojo leaves you tugging your books close to your chest with a giddy grin. Your panties are sticky, and your heart is racing doubly fast. He leaves you shaking the same way you would if he was peeling off your bra to reveal soft tits; all he did was talk to you on a bench.

You opt to get ready then and there. Nails are filed, and mascara is applied. You feel pretty good as you twirl in the mirror before heading out. Some dark part of you is telling you it's a joke, he's not really waiting for you, he's…

Waiting for you against a streetlamp. He's got a bouquet of roses in one hand and sunglasses perched delicately on his nose.

"Hey, pretty girl," he suavely hands the flowers to you. "I can come inside with you to put 'em in water~."

You're too bright for that, rolling your eyes with a smirk.

"I think I've got it, just wait here."

You're only gone for a few minutes. However, it's long enough for Satoru to daydream of silken sheets and your glossy lips leaving sticky residue all over his body. Suguru was so stupid for not getting his hands on you when he had the chance! You return and Satoru's smile beams at you. You feel so lucky when he offers a muscled arm.

"Shall we go, my lady?"

Even your laugh is gorgeous, all high-pitched and bubbly. Something about it makes Satoru want to keep cracking stupid jokes, all to hear how your lips quirked up into a perky grin. The image of you smiling at him against the contrast of whistling trees burns into his retinas for a moment.

"So you read old books, and you like to have coffee for breakfast," he starts, voice tinged with mirth. "Wanna guess where our first date is?!"

"A coffee shop?"

"No, a bookstore and a coffee shop!"

Satoru emphasizes his words with a huge spread of his arms, and you feel legitimately shy under his gaze.

"Do you even like to read?"

"This isn't about me, little lady."

He's so suave as a hand takes your waist and leads you inside. The combination of the sticky coffee beans, books meticulously dusted and Satoru leaves your head spinning. Everything is your vibe. He looks down at you eagerly as you take in Persian rugs and glistening chandeliers, "this is amazing!"

"You really like it?"

The truth was that Satoru knew nothing about bookstores and coffee shops–he was much more of a pastry and nature walk type of guy. Your date hums thoughtfully as you reach the counter, ordering a white chocolate mocha before pulling out his black card. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, seeing a pale hand effortlessly slide it over.

"Are you seriously gonna pay? I-I brought my wallet!"

"What kind of date would I be if I didn't pay?! Don't tell me someone's spreading rumors about me," he pouts and lets his hand slide a little lower. "You'd tell me if they were, right?"

"I don't know, should I? Your ego might get too big."

"My ego is just fine, thank you very much!"

He picks a corner booth with the right amount of privacy, practically squishing you into the seat as he sidles up close. There's the briefest flash of Suguru's name before he quickly turns to phone over and distracts you with the bluest eyes you've ever seen.

"S-So, did you have any classes today?"

"Let's talk about something interesting; what's your ideal type?

"What?!"

You're sputtering out how that question was inconceivable and not for a first date–and then he's shutting you up with a hand that twirls a soft curl around the curve of your cheek.

"No need to be shy. I'll tell you mine."

"...Really?"

He smirks, "why would I lie to someone as sweet as you?"

The two of you are stuck in a standstill. He'll only tell if you do first. It was so childish, but what was to be expected from Satoru? A manicured finger brushes against your cheek.

"Did I lose you?"

"No, no," your thighs rub together, and he has to force his eyes to stay focused on your face. "No, sorry. Umm, I'd say my type is…"

Do you describe him? No, too bold. Make something up? No, you weren't a good enough liar for that. You go with the truth, unknowingly stepping further into his bear trap.

"I guess I don't have one."

He doesn't embarrass you nor make you feel small. Satoru nods thoughtfully, "You're just looking for love then, hm?"

"I guess so," when he puts it like that.

"That's really cute. I love a good romantic."

He says simply, eyes lazily trailing your form and leaving hot fire in its wake. Satoru undresses you in his mind, and you're preening for more.

"Now, your turn."

"Hmm… maybe it's not appropriate."

"You said you'd tell me after I told you mine!"

"I diiid say that, didn't I?"

Your date mulls over his response, and a sinking pit in your stomach grows deeper. God, did you really want to know?

"I like a lot of different things. But, you know what I like about you?"

"That isn't the same as an ideal type–"

"You're smart, shy, and sexy."

The silence echoes. The waiter places your drinks down with a curious look as you implode in Satoru's presence. He chuckles darkly, eyes lowered, "which happens to be a type I like very much."

Oh. You were expecting blonde hair and blue eyes, maybe something objectifying. Definitely not this. Not some semblance of truth that spilled out his mouth easily.

"I, uhm, thanks?"

"You're welcome," he quips and leans his head close enough that you can really see in his eyes now.

They really are so blue. A deep ocean on white sand. You have to look away.

Coffee comes and goes, trading sips and small tidbits back and forth. He loved Digimon as a kid, has known Suguru forever, and has an incredible sweet tooth–something he mentions after lithe fingers steal a piece of buttery croissant from your plate.

You love to read, are dedicated to your studies, and have no problem saying yes every time Satoru challenges your boundaries. A flaky pastry here, a brush of his palm against your exposed thigh there.

It all adds up. Slight sparks grow into the smallest fire, and then his added tinder of whispering in your ear only alights you further, "I'm havin' a good time, and you?"

Somehow, the two of you are face to face as you nod.

"I-I'm really glad you asked me out," you don't want to admit you assumed he had no idea of your existence.

"You're really such a good girl."

You must be so flushed right now, leaning unconsciously closer as he baits you. He almost wants to laugh and give in. Your eyes fluttered and lowered; you were already ready for him; all he had to do was make you feel lovely and special.

Satoru pulls away with a slight smirk, and you're adjusting yourself to appear as proper as possible, as if you weren't about to kiss him right there and then. He keeps a cerulean eye on you before sitting up straight and sighing.

"I think they're closing soon."

"They are. But it's okay; you'll still have some time with me when I walk you home!"

"Oh, you don't have to."

"Don't try to refuse me," the no-nonsense look shuts you up immediately.

How hard was it to try to resist him? You found it impossible, especially with how he laced care into every action. He wraps a loose arm around your waist, slows down his walking speed, makes you laugh, and squeezes the plush skin, thumb dipping to graze your heavenly skin. It's hard to keep track of the world moving around you when you're with Satoru.

Perhaps you were treading on the path of love. Your heart is open and accepting. It's too bad Satoru gleams at you like a big bad wolf, and he was more than ready to snatch you up and relish you like the fine woman you were.

Footsteps slow as you draw closer to the guarded dormitory entrance. It's quiet when you thank him for the night, "it's no problem."

He's clearly deep in thought, and your mind races to see if you have forgotten anything. Then, Satoru steps back and pulls two candies from his bag.

"Care for a quick game?"

"Huh, what is it?"

"I'm swapping these candies," his hands behind his back wiggle, and you're watching him eagerly, "which one has the chocolate?"

You're watching him eagerly for any clues as you repeatedly scan him.

"It's clearly the left one. Show me!" he tuts and leans a tad closer.

"Grab it yourself," you're laughing and reaching forward to pull his thin wrist out, declaring you were so sure of yourself.

You weren't all that sure. Satoru leans down and kisses you. If not for the guard outside, he keeps it PG only to keep you needy. He hums as your plush lips echo a squeak before falling prey to his. You were a fun little game; he couldn't stop pressing your buttons and waiting for that flash of victory to grace your face.

"Y-You kissed me!"

"Goodnight," he purrs lowly.

He chuckles at your shocked face, slipping the chocolate into your palm and manually curling your fingers around it.

"Let me know how it tastes! Text me."

Satoru's hand shakes his phone as he walks backwards. Victory! You're just smiling shyly before popping the candy into your mouth. Had things been different, he could really have fallen for you.

Texting him came easy to you. You text him about how yummy the chocolate was and whether he got home okay. It's all different when he responds. It's flat and unexciting, so… unlike the Satoru you got to know over coffee.

[satoru]: that's great

[satoru]: yea, see you later !

[you]: are you going to sleep soon?

[you]: sorry if i’m spamming lol!

[you]: goodnightttt

Read. Read. Delivered. You don't want to spam him, but was this really it? Maybe he was just so tired. Your frown is ubiquitous as you analyze the messages while brushing your teeth, before bed, getting ready for class, and all up until you're walking on campus with purpose.

Why wouldn’t he respond? Was it something you said? Maybe he didn’t enjoy the kiss. No, he initiated it. How the hell wouldn’t he like it! You couldn’t understand why he was taking a hard left, as you both were meant to turn right.

Whatever. He was probably just feeling the weight of university. That's what you wanted to believe. A belief that the sweet kindness you'd experienced was a carefully guarded side of him. He chose you to share that closeness with.

That's why it hurts so much when you see Satoru tucking a girl's hair behind her ear like he did to you. Slinking an arm around her waist as if you'd never existed, as if he'd never put his arm around yours. You don't get to be jealous, yet the hot humiliation rush burns your skin. The monster inside you is provoked, and your feet move without thinking.

"Hey!"

He looks so unbothered, though the girl sharply glares at you, "hey."

You don't even know what to say. All you know is that this possessiveness is only getting stronger as you stand before them, his thumb under her shirt as he holds her close. Maybe even closer than he had you.

"I just wanted to say thanks," you offer casually. "It's my new spot."

"Hm?

“The coffee shop we went to.”

“Oh, yeah? I'm glad you liked it."

It's infuriating how easily he can brush you off. His tone is flat, and you're grinning despite the pain aching in your face. You're nothing short of pissed as you hail your ass to class, your backpack weighing heavy on your body and Satoru on your mind.

You felt stupid for falling for it. Of course, he was a flirt, of course it was nothing special.

[satoru]: you free tmrw?

[you]: No, I'm not sry.

Matching his energy felt deserved in this case.

[satoru]: didn't you say you only had 1 class?

[satoru]: lemme take you out again :3

[you]: really?

[satoru]: i'll even bring you another candy! Please?

[satoru]: i promise i’d rather be with you than anyone else rn 

[satoru]: please?:(

[you]: …

[you]: only for a little while! I do have stuff to do, so…

Read. Oh, goddammit! Your classmates give you a look when you promptly–forcefully turn your phone over. At least he was taking you out again, right? It's not like it was a big deal; maybe you overreacted. He was really grating on your nerves.

He was all heart eyes and cute emojis when you sent him a selfie of you prettied up, and then he disappeared in typical fashion. You text him as you head down the dorm floors. Delivered. You're waiting outside, and everything is just delivered.

You start to feel a bit pathetic standing there like a cat left out in the rain. It's a miracle that Suguru Geto is passing by at that moment. It's only a coincidence that he knows precisely where Satoru was, but that wasn't any of your business.

"Hey there," he stops and gives you a simple wave, eyes scanning you appreciatively before settling on your saddened eyes.

"Hey," you'd worked together on a group project your first year.

You'd always found him kind.

"What are you doing waiting out here? Uber?"

You can't tell him his best friend ditched you. You just can't.

"No, uhm, I… I was waiting for someone, but they canceled."

"Oh? What a shame, not when you look so nice," and the lampposts emphasize the warm smile he gives you. "Aren't you cold?"

Of course, his best friend had left you shivering in a mini skirt. You give a mix of a nod and a shrug, murmuring that you're okay. Another unlucky thing, and you supposed you might burst into tears right in front of him.

"Why don't I keep you some company?"

Geto’s dorm is really nice. He's lucky to have a single room. You don't even realize Geto snaps a photo of you with a quirk on his lips.

[suguru]: attachment.jpg

[satoru]: ???

[satoru]: WHAT R U DOING?

[suguru]: Comforting her

[satoru]: this is so unfair!!!!!

[satoru]: don't do anything

Read. You turn with a grin as you point to one of his collectibles, "I love this show! Wow, this must be so expensive. You're so lucky!"

Geto is everything Satoru isn't when it comes to girls. He's low-key. Tender. If you hadn't of been tangled up with Satoru, things might've been different. Geto walks you home and ruffles your hair playfully when he bids you goodnight. You don't even realize Satoru's been messaging you. You'd muted him.

The minute Satoru found out about his best friend's plans, he jumped out of some poor girl's bed and tugged on his clothes, "I gotta go."

"What?... Won't you call me?"

Satoru's glad he doesn't have to look at her, his chuckle is muffled by the t-shirt he's tugging on.

"Sure I will, baby."

[satoru]: hey i'm otw!!

[satoru]: hello? Are you there?

[satoru]: lolol did you stand me up

[satoru]: Hello??

[you]: sorry! i thought you weren't coming, so I went to hang out with someone else

[satoru]: Come outside

He's standing there menacingly with arms crossed. He lurks like a thief of the night, and you suddenly feel an anxiety course through you. Your arms mimic his, crossing them to appear more confident than you really are.

"Hey–"

"Let's make one thing clear, I don't stand up girls!"

It's a white lie. At least not always, right? He really should get better time management, "and I was waiting here for you while you were with Suguru!"

"How did you know I was with Geto?!"

Satoru sticks out his tongue like a child, and your eyebrow ticks, "as if we don't tell each other everything!"

"Well, you did stand me up, technically! He said he didn't want it to be a waste."

"Well, he wanted to fuck you!"

It comes out so unexpectedly, even Satoru looks shocked.

"What?"

Surely Suguru won't mind if he uses him for this, right?

"I'm not like that. He’s a pervert,” he adds on for good measure. “I really just wanted to see you again."

It was like a video game. The more Satoru sweet-talked you, the more you felt like giving in. Your heart beating at the sudden information. Geto wanted you like that, and Satoru was being a stand-up gentleman. You’d left him waiting.

"If you really did, you wouldn't have been late!"

"Baby," and he swears to himself that the nickname just slipped out. "Please forgive me. It was an accident! I was just trying to get ready, and you weren't answering my messages…"

Satoru gives you puppy dog eyes, and you want to stay strong. The other girl flashes in your mind.

"I'll only forgive you if you pay me back!"

"Oho? Pay you back?"

"Yes," you say resolutely. "It's the only way."

You had undoubtedly thrown him for a loop. How do you pay a virgin back? Satoru looks positively adorable as his hand strokes his chin. He nods in affirmation once, twice.

"I've got something for you, then."

"...What is it?"

"Do you like smoking weed?"

It had happened a few times in the transition from high school to college. A joint there, a blunt here. You weren't exactly an experienced smoker. Satoru sits hunched over on your bed, tongue poking out as he focuses intently on the process of grinding, filtering, and rolling.

"You better watch and learn!"

His voice lilts as he takes a glance at you. He's on your bed, and a man is sitting on your bed, rolling your joints. Satoru gives you a quick wink; you're done for.

"Won't we get in trouble for this?"

"Don't get paranoid," he hums, tongue darting to wet the thin paper. "It'll be fine. We'll go to the terrace or whatever."

A daring hand squeezes your thigh, and you wonder if he hears the gasp that escapes you. He shoots up, a proud look as he presents the joint to you, “good enough for ya?”

"I still don't know if it's a good idea–"

"Don't be such a baby," he murmurs, bending to meet your height. Loose hair strands dangle in your face, and you wish he would kiss you again. "It's gonna be fine, I'll be right with you!"

He was right with you the whole time. Even as you sputtered, your eyes got glassy as you sank into the couch. Satoru drapes his jacket over your shoulders, lips brushing against your ear as he tells you he'll "keep you warm."

Satoru is definitely high. Bloodshot eyes peer at each other as you snuggle further into his jacket. It's warm and smells like cool cologne. It's intoxicating, and you're lazily looking up at him.

"It feels… good."

"Does it now?"

He slinks closer, body sinking further into the couch and knees lewdly widening to spread. He gives you no room, forcing you to come closer to him under the shadowy moonlight.

"It does."

The wolf's jaw widens with hunger.

"Why don't we go back to your room? It's too cold out here."

It really sounds like a good idea when his hand moves further up your thigh, "I still have to make this all up for you. For being such a bad date."

"I thought you already were," and he's finally kissing you again.

A drink of water on a hot day. That's how he kisses, refreshing and light as he quickly urges you to lie further back on the terrace couch. Satisfaction inside you thrums; you knew he was just playing around, sincerity lacing his lips as he kisses your jaw: "You taste so sweet, I really am sorry."

"It's…" he's watching you rampantly. "It's okay."

Satoru smacks the meat of your thigh, a slap echoing as you gasp, "Hey!"

"Let's go back to your room," he reiterates again.

You can't say no in your haze.

Satoru kisses you the minute you cross the threshold from the hallway to the dorm room. He's all over you, all-encompassing, and it's addicting how his fingers twitch around your waist. He's so eager and swallowing your meek whimpers as he guides you to the bed.

"W-Wait, Satoru, I'm…"

He pauses raggedly, licking his lips as he plays the kind lover, "You're what?"

A beat of silence passes through the both of you.

"Am I overwhelming you? Sorry…”

Just as quickly as he pulls away, your hands grasp his forearms with a primal need.

"No! No, I just…" you swallow anxiously, and he feels his cock twitch. "I'm just not experienced like that."

"Oh? You're a virgin," he comments, and a hand comes to lightly rub your shoulder. "Well, we don't have to do anything… but it'd be rude.

"R-Rude?"

"Yeah," he exhales simply, nosing your neck. "'M so attracted to you, and I wanted to pay you back. You're kinda jerking me around here."

"Oh. I-I didn't mean–"

"So it should be fine, right? I wouldn't hurt you," he purrs into your ear, tugging your earlobe with his teeth. "I'll make you feel so good, baby. You'd be able to feel me right… here."

His fingers lazily tap your lower tummy, and you realize he doesn't want to make love; he wants to fuck and pound you into the mattress. His fingers dip lower, his lips leaving syrupy kisses on the fluff of your stomach. It feels more than good.

"It feels…"

"What? Tell me," he demands intently, teeth snapping your skirt against your skin. "If you want me to keep going."

"What?!"

He snickers at your aghast look. Satoru is a man starved, shoving his face between your thighs and inhaling deeply, "such a sweet pussy."

The room spins as you whimper under his teasing touches.

"I-It feels good," you pant softly, with a hand coming to push the crown of his head. "But, I've never–"

In a flash, he's got you pinned. You can't even try to budge him, his muscles bulging slightly as he settles on top of you. He's so big in every way. He dwarfs your form to make sure all you know is Satoru; all you need is him, here, giving it to you good.

"No more buts. I'm gonna make you feel good, yeah? Don't you trust me?"

"...I trust you, I'm just nervous."

It feels like a scolding, but then his hands innocently unbutton your top like he's chatting with you over a meal, "I know~. But don't be. I just wanna make ya' feel good. You'll let me, won't you?"

His words are punctuated with a squeeze of your tits. No one's ever touched you like this before. His thumb is glistening after his tongue peeks out to wet it, eyes holding yours in a wicked gaze. No one's ever tweaked your nipple like this; you're keening and trying to squirm away with a whine.

"Don't try to run away, baby. I'll just bring you back," he murmurs, tugging off his shirt.

Your twin bed creaks as he removes your top, licking his lips.

“Mmf, I’m sensitive there,” you pathetically whisper as your hips buck against him.

You say it so he’ll slow down, but your bra is on full display. The pretty lace, with patterns of roses and curls of fabric, accentuate your soft chest. Satoru looks wistful as his hands run over the delicate pattern and texture.

"Wow, for me? Were you expecting something like this to happen?"

Flexible fingers trace the lace of your bra before giving you another rough squeeze, Satoru sighing in near relief as he fondles your chest.

"No, they–oh, they were on sale!"

"Yeah? Good thing," he purrs before leaning down and sucking on your right breast, tongue laving over your nipple. "'S beautiful on you."

He knows you need this special attention. You've been begging for ages; of course, you want his face in your chest as you moan and moan.

"Poor thing needs me."

His teeth graze your sensitive skin, and finally, a weak moan escapes you, "Sah-Satoru."

The man in question groans, hearing your breathy plea. He's so fucking hard, pulsing in his pants. God, he could cum in his pants just listening to you mewl from playing with your tits.

"Fuck, ohfuck!"

"You're so responsiveee. It's so cute!"

Satoru sits up, his bulge prominent as he scans you over again. If only he had his Polaroid, you would easily be the most beautiful girl walking off uncaptured by him. He'd have to commit you to memory whenever he felt alone and needy.

You eye his figure shyly, seeing a man like this up close for the first time. He tilts his head at your curiously heated before leaning back over you till your hips meet. There's an experimental grind to which you bite your lip, and Satoru feels like the luckiest man in the world.

"Look at me, lemme kiss you."

Somehow, a kiss turns into making out. Your lips slot together easily, and you're preening for his attention at every stroke and lick against your lips. He bites down on the plush of your bottom lip, sighing as you fall further into his arms.

He can't wait anymore; he's too needy, and you sound so good: "I can feel how wet you are, baby. All for me, hm? Not anyone else, not Suguru, no one."

“Keep doing that, ohmy–shit.”

Satoru grinds against you harder, rugged pants escaping him as his hips ruffle your skirt, and he drags his clothed bulge against your clit over and over and over again. It's so sticky between your thighs, your pussy leaking as Satoru pushes your buttons till you're gasping and locking your legs around his waist.

"Ohmygod, 'toru! Ohfuckfuck, I-I can't–I'm gonna cum!"

"Look at you. Cumming from me–nghh, grinding into your creamy pussy. Come on, baby, make a mess of me. Let me feel you soak me."

"Oh, Satoru!!"

You're wiped with your vision going bright as you cum all over his grinding movements. His hands fist the sheets by your head, groaning as the man on top of you struggles to not blow his load too early. He rocks into you roughly and rides out your high with you.

It was one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had. You're still not entirely back, and his hand lightly slaps your cheek with a chuckle, "Don't tap out on me yet."

A mist of Satoru engulfs you as he tugs your skirt down and off, letting it dangle off your socked foot. He hums, appreciative of the matching lace panties.

"A matching set? Thank you~."

A loud rip echoes in the still room. You protest while he undoes his pants and tosses them in your room. He's hot, hot, hot. His dick leaks pre-cum and a hiss escapes gritted teeth as he pumps over you.

"I paid so much for that!"

"Wasn't it on sale? Besides, it's preventing me from seeing my favorite girl. Keep still."

His movements are practiced as a nimble finger spreads your arousal around. Satoru giggles at the squelching sound when he sinks a finger in, eyes flickering up to yours with a Cheshire cat grin, "well?"

"Your fingers are, ah! L-Longer than mine," you mumble, feet curling as you squirm.

A strong hand quiets your movements, Satoru squeezing your hip as he curls the digit, before slipping in another. It leaves you gasping and already feeling so full as he slowly finger fucks you. The slick sounds make you feel embarrassed and eager to try to close up your legs, but Satoru's free hand digs into the meat of your thigh with a "stop squirming."

He inserts another, and you're squeezing around him too tight. He's downright delirious. The man can't help himself when he dives and suckles your clit between two pretty pink lips.

"Ohmygod, Satoru! Fuck, fuck! Wait, I-I can't–it's!!--"

Satoru can't stop, his own eyes rolling back as he licks your pussy from top to bottom. You taste so fucking sweet. He needs you so bad, he needs you right fucking now.

"Baby, c'mon, you ready?"

You're panting and twitching from how he plays with your body. You're a mess and hair sticks to your forehead as you lay there spent, "I'm wha?"

His head bumps your clit, a soft sigh escaping Satoru as he cants his hips up to barely glide against your sopping folds, "I said, do you wanna be fucked? You ready?"

Purring into your neck and a hand on the underside of your thigh, he's pushing your leg back and pushing forward till his fat tip nestles right at your creamy hole. He's big, too big, it won't fit! You don't even realize you're babbling till his giggle snaps you out of your trance.

"She's swallowing me up so good, holy fuck. You're so so so tight, baby, gonna blow my load so fast."

You're writhing under him, voice caught in your throat as he bullies his fat cock inside. Your walls clench at the sudden intrusion, the way your pussy lets Satoru nestle so deep inside you inch by inch is overwhelming pleasure with pain. You're mumbling, gripping, whining for relief as he stretches you to the limit and peppers your face with kisses.

"'T-Toru," your eyes water, and you're fisting his shirt desperately. "You're so deep inside me, c-can feel you everywhere."

"That's right, cutie. I'm deflowering you, how's it feel? Good, right?"

His hips grind against yours, tip hitting your g-spot in a way where your breath stutters.

"Yes! Oh fuck, wait, just wait."

"Uh, uh. Gotta get her used to it, gotta make sure my baby's taking all of me. Imma move now, hnng."

He starts shallowly rocking against you; little ah, ah, ah's escape you as Satoru eagerly watches your arousal and hints of red coat his throbbing dick. At that, his head tips backward, and he can't help himself when he thrusts into you particularly hard.

You see stars, mouth falling open as Satoru fucks you into your poor creaking bed, he's all the way in your guts now and nimble fingers press over your navel with a manipulative grin, "I'm riiiight here. God, no one else will have you like this, you know? Not your husband or your next boyfriend; I'm claiming this sweet hole and making you mine. Ya hear me?"

"I-I hear you! Nghh, 'toru, I feel like'm gonna cum…!"

"Yeah? Gonna let me feel it, fuuuuck baby. I wanna feel it. Come on, let me make you cum, pretty girl. Let me see your sweet face. It's always the best part about virgins."

His comments leave you with a slight question mark in your mind, lips parting to ask what exactly he meant? Satoru is all keyed in and lands a fat thumb over your swollen bud to rub harsh circles. You're keening and panting and suddenly, you're falling off the edge and squirting all over his cock.

“Satoru! Fuck me, fuckme, oh!!”

Satoru stays enraptured with how you cum around him. Everything feels shaky, it doesn't even feel real, but his balls are churning, and suddenly, he's splaying a hand across your chest to hold you down, and he pumps into your cunt.

He cums with a groan in your ear, hips twitching as he slams into you twice, three times before stilling with a satisfied sigh. He’s wearing a condom, but you can feel how he pulses inside you. Your whimper is soft, utterly exhausted as you weakly clench around his softening dick.

"Jesus, and you're really a virgin. Well, you were," he smirked, and you're hiding your face in his chest with a groan. "Don't get all shy, I just had you all spread open for me."

"Satoruuu," you mumble, lower half aching as you snuggle up to him like a cat begging for scratches.

He happily obliges, the both of you falling into a deep slumber. When you wake up, he kisses you and rolls the two of you another joint to indulge in. He spends the day in his boxers in your room, the two of you kissing and touching as if you were dating. Maybe you wanted to be.

But things with him never last.

"You're too cruel," Suguru laughs and shakes his head. "Seriously."

"You're just jealous about how I'm beating your list now. You'll have to get with someone really ugly now to catch up. A virgin is like an angel."

Satoru teases, eyes flickering to his phone when he sees your contact pop up. So, maybe he hadn't been the best person ever. Maybe he'd immediately ditched you after one night and day of bliss. It wasn't his fault! He was a busy guy and had things to do.

It worked out great anyway when he saw the lewd photo you sent him. Tits pushed up, messy hair, god, he twitches in his boxers.

[angel]: come over?

[angel]: please

[angel]: I saw you with that girl

He snorts, texting back, "so what?"

[angel]: i'm better than her

[angel]: and I can show you

Satoru keeps his messages private to himself, but wonders if you'll ever learn as he bids goodbye to Suguru and skips off to your dorm.

[slayfics]

(I am so in love with Yuta he just- stolen my heart fr 🥹💖) Hi, I’m back after like months of requesting (I think-) so how about scenario of Yuta who has a crush on the reader, however he always gets too nervous to approach them. He was scared to fall in love again due to what happened to Rika (just like you said! :D) so he just admire them from afar, until he get caught…he was pretty obvious about it- but his crush let it slide for now.

(Get prepared with so much Yuta request in the future, I just love him so much AAAAAA)

Yuta watches you train.

Yuta watched from the bleachers as you continued your spar with Maki. You had been training hard and as a result, have been able to best Maki in three spars yet. Continuing to be stubborn Maki demanded you spar with her again determined to get a defeat on you.

"Wow they have really improved, hu?" Yuta said to Panda and Toge.

"They sure have!" Panda agreed.

"Salmon" Toge exclaimed.

"Hmm," Panda hummed scanning his eyes from Yuta to you. "You sure are watching them closely today," Panda teased.

"What?!" Yuta exclaimed jumping a bit in his seat. "No, I- I'm watching the same as you two!" He yelped nervously.

"Oh come on, you know you don't have to lie to us," Panda said thumping Yuta on the back.

"Bento flakes," Toge agreed.

Yuta looked down at his shoes, unsure how to respond to his friends. The truth was he had been admiring you for some time now. However, he was haunted by flashbacks of Rika whenever he considered approaching you.

The last person he fell in love with met an awful fate due to him being unable to control his cursed energy. Unknowingly, he cursed Rika, causing her to turn into a cursed spirit instead of passing on after being fatally injured.

Anytime he daydreamed about you or spoke to you for too long, worst-case scenarios flash over his eyes. What if something ever happened to you because of his inability to control his cured energy just like Rika?

Yuta let out a heavy sigh looking back up at you and Maki sparring for a fifth time.

"What's that sigh for? You know I think they kind of have the hots for you too you know," Panda said.

"Hu?" Yuta exclaimed looking at Panda.

Panda laughed, "You humans are complex creatures but sometimes you get so wrapped up in yourselves you miss obvious signs from each other."

"Like um- what kind of signs?" Yuta asked shyly unable to control his curiously.

"You really haven't noticed?" Panda asked. Even Toge looked confused and curious to hear Panada's observations of you. "Well for starters even when you're taking way too long to pack your stuff up after class they always wait for you. They suddenly mix up words anytime they are in a conversation with you, and not to mention anytime you go out on a mission they pace around restlessly until you come back safe."

Yuta felt his face get hot at Panda's observations. Did you really like him back? Yuta looked back to you and Maki just as you spun around landing a final blow on Maki, winning the fourth spar. Landing the blow and throwing Maki to the floor you looked up at the bleachers making eye contact with Yuta. His face was completely flushed and he immediately looked away.

You felt your own face flush at realizing he was blushing from watching you.

"Just say something to him already," Maki said irritated.

Maki was right, Yuta was very timid and if you took the lead it would drastically speed your relationships up. However, you wanted to be mindful of his past. It couldn't have been easy for him to live with his deceased girlfriend as a curse all through his childhood.

You let out a heavy sigh, "No, I'll wait till he's ready."

I haven’t read the manga only caught up on the anime- so I hope this is still pretty accurate for Yuta! Thank you for my first JJK request 🤭!

[arcanarix]

Fated Divergence, Ch. 5 // Yandere! Suguru Geto X Non-Sorcerer Darling

AO3 (+prev. chapter)

cw // shower sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, vibrators, in general geto being unhinged ;D

Word Count: around 4.4K

“Is that the last of them?”

Satoru’s head jerked to Maki, the one who asked the question and who exorcised some second grade curses within the secluded area. He scanned the environment, not catching any more surges of activity.

For now.

“I think that’s all we got,” he replied, signaling Inumaki and Panda to come forward. “We can wrap this up and I can take you guys back home.”

Maki, Panda, and Inumaki exchanged glances before looking up at Satoru with hopeful looks in their eyes. Ah, Satoru knew those looks, and he wasn’t about to deny them whatever they were about to ask—within reason, of course, and for someone like Satoru? Nearly everything was ‘within reason’ for him to make happen.

“Why don’t we stay and enjoy New York for a bit?” Maki inquired, adjusting her glasses. “We have some time, you know.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki stated.

Satoru still didn’t know what any of those ingredients translated to…

“Fine, fine,” he waved them off. “Might give me some time to do a little light reading, then, while you’re off exploring. But our flight’s in two days. So it’s best we regroup tomorrow and pack and all that.”

Maki glanced at the book stuffed in Satoru’s tote.

“The Ethics of Ambiguity? That’s a feminist text,” she recognized with a perk of an eyebrow. “I didn’t even think you would be into that kind of thing, Sensei.”

“Or that you even read,” Panda pointed out in jest, which provoked a snort from Maki.

Gojo paused, ignoring Panda’s comment and glancing down at his tote. “Aw, that. Yeah, uh, someone I rescued not too long ago lent me that book. Why, what’s the topic?”

“Existential philosophy,” she explained. “Discusses some stuff about how human existence itself is ambiguous and how humanity is both free and bound by their circumstances.”

Gojo gave her a blank stare.

“Ah,” he began, scratching the back of his head. “Was always more of a ‘do before you think’ kind of guy…”

Maki bit back a groan, irritation etched on her face.

“That flew right over your head, didn’t it?”

“Absolutely, it did,” Gojo laughed, adjusting his posture.

Maki groaned, clutching her head. “And how are you a Sensei?”

Gojo’s laugh rang like bells, while he rested a hand on her head, and patting her hair. Maki shot him a glare, unaware of the nervous tick because Gojo seemed to be lost in thought of you—nothing the students knew about just yet.

“Why don’t you guys go and have fun? Try some American cuisine and grab some souvenirs! I have some things I need to take care of right now.”

As the team dispersed, Satoru whipped out his phone and opened your text thread.

No responses. Usually you weren’t bad about replying (yet another refreshing thing about you), but he didn’t hear from you for a few days…

A bad feeling began to pool in his gut, but he had to put it aside for now. He took a moment to ground himself, to focus on what was in front of him and not on why you weren’t responding even if it, likely, Geto was the culprit. He glanced once again at the book you gave him in his tote, and then eyed some nearby cafes, and decided where he would do that ‘light reading’ he promised himself he would do.

After all, this might provide some insight into how you thought.

Once he ordered himself a matcha (too sweet, even for his tastes…did Americans really consume that much sugar?), he flipped to the first page of the book, hoping to get some kind of insight on your philosophies regarding your life.

In a peculiar way, it brought him closer to you.

-- --- --- --- --- ---

“Wake up, my love.”

As you blinked the weariness from your eyes, the scent of home-cooked fluffy pancakes and other assortments of breakfast foods flooded your senses. Instinctively your mouth watered, desperate for food; you hadn’t realized how starved you were because of how frightened you had been.

“Ah! There she is,” Suguru greeted with a little smirk as he presented to you a large tray of your breakfast. “I had this made special.”

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, swiping the bowl of hash browns seasoned to perfection and mixed with egg whites and freshly harvested vegetables.

“You’ll need your strength,” he responded, as he sat across from you, his gaze fixated on you. “I have much planned for us both.”

You disregarded his words and his presence for the moment, scarfing down as much food as you could in one sitting. You requested time to freshen up for the morning, and he graciously offered to unshackle you under the conditions that you wouldn’t run off.

“Not that you could,” Geto then added as he escorted you to the nearest restroom, a follower of his offering you the necessary toiletries. “Every floor and every exit are heavily guarded.”

Of course, you thought, your mind steeped in sarcasm. I would be stupid to try, knowing what he was capable of…what he wasn’t afraid to do.

“Geto!” called one of the twins, Nanako, as you focused on the mundane task of brushing your teeth, determined to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the madness which surrounded you.

Even the term ‘madness’ put the situation in lighter terms…

“Ah, good morning, girls,” Geto greeted as he stood outside the restroom door, waiting for you to finish freshening up. Nanako and Mimiko ran up to hug him, and you would have smiled at the sight if not for everything.

“She’s here!” Mimiko pointed out with a wide grin, waving excitedly. You waved back when you caught her reflection through the mirror.

“Suguru, I will need some privacy,” you requested in a honeyed sweet tone. “I need a shower, and perhaps a change of clothes?”

Geto narrowed his eyes, before glancing down at the twins. “Could one of you bring her a robe and a change of clothes? Oh, and perhaps those shower steamers you two have begun to use. It might calm her nerves from being here a bit.”

Fucking. Asshole.

As Nanako and Mimiko ran off to fetch your things, Geto approached you in the restroom, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion.

A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed.

“You won’t find respite from me so easily,” he warned. “Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? I’ve seen you already at your most vulnerable.”

Before you could retort, moments later, Mimiko knocked on the door and delivered your necessities. Geto thanked her and dismissed the twins.

You froze, breath caught in your throat as he placed them inside for you. You noticed—your preferred shampoo, conditioner, bar soap, body wash. Even the very face exfoliator you used, a gua sha tool, an African net sponge…

Things he shouldn’t know about you, but somehow, he did…? Should this really surprise you anymore?

And those shower steamers. Lavender and eucalyptus. Perfect scents for calming anxiety and nerves…

“Suguru,” you began, ignoring the tremor in your voice when you addressed him. “There’s nowhere for me to go; you don’t have to stand guard while I shower.”

“Oh, but I must,” he insisted, hand over his heart in mock sincerity. “After all, what kind of partner would I be to you if I’m not here to make sure you’re safe?”

You said nothing as you stepped into the shower, waiting for the water to preheat…

And you heard the wisp of some clothing falling to the ground. You stilled.

Of course he’d be joining you.

You said nothing as he slipped inside behind you, shutting the shower door. You said nothing as he brought you in close, wincing as his hardness pressed against your thigh.

“A Queen need not undertake these tasks on her own.”

“But I can do these things myself,” you countered, tone firm and full of conviction, which Suguru laughed at in a mocking way, as if your actions possessed little consequence.

Which was likely the truth.

It likely didn’t matter anymore, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t damn well try to gain some independence in this situation.

“I know,” he interjected, a curious tone of affection in his voice—likely because he finally had you right where he wanted you, all of this time, at long last. “But I want to take care of you.”

You chose not to pursue the matter any further, as Geto emulsified the shampoo in his hands and worked it into your hair. You ignored his words when he complimented how soft it was, and how it made your stomach churn once more. He kept it thorough, doing a second pass before moving onto conditioner. He even memorized your self-care routine practically down to an art. You snuck a few glances, and his expression…the softness in his violet eyes, how his face relaxed around you…like he seemed honored to do this for you, like he revered you as his Queen ruling by his side, like he saw you as, you couldn’t believe it, family.

But you knew better. You weren’t any Queen. Not truly. Just his prisoner. His pretty little pet. Someone to keep secured around his arms as an accessory while he condemned humans to a cruel fate.

You were someone who couldn’t fight him back, which probably gave him the most pay-off in whatever this grand scheme of his might be. You still weren’t sure what he went on about, about jujutsu sorcerers, about calling ‘humans’ or ‘non-sorcerers’ monkeys. To anyone with a modicum of logic, this man just sounded like he belonged to an asylum or under a strict conservatorship… but if there truly was some truth to whatever spiritual whoo whoo shit he’d been spewing, then did that mean Gojo’d been lying through his teeth about what he truly did for a living as well?

Soon Geto moved onto rinse you off of all of that grime, your senses flooded with a hint of vanilla from the body wash. He paused, taking a moment to admire the curve of your ass and giving a gentle squeeze to the flesh, eliciting a shocked yelp out of you. His chuckle in approval grated on your nerves.

“You are beautiful,” he purred, kissing heatedly into your neck. As he finished taking care of washing himself, he returned his attention on you, pressing your back into the marble walls of the shower and pinning you with his hands on either side of your head, as he peppered open-mouth kisses along your jaw. Gentle, loving…like a real partner.

Disgust gnawed at your chest at the mere idea—the notion itself, repulsive.

As much as you loathed to admit it, the shower steamers were great to relieve the tension you knew you were holding far too tightly given your circumstances. You focused on your breathing and not so much on who tended to you, gentle and tender like a genuine lover.

One of his fingers drew light patterns along the swells of your breasts, and your breath hitched.

“Oh, hit a nerve, didn’t I?” he taunted, tone drenched and heavy in mockery, much akin to the steam that now fogged the air between the two of you. “Is this where you’re weak?”

“Don’t,” you pleaded, daring to meet his piercing eyes with your timid ones.

He flicked a finger against one of your stiff peaks, and a sharp gasp escaped your lips against your will, gritting your teeth from the sensation.

He called your name, in a voice that was almost a soft, affectionate purr.

“When was the last time a man properly touched you?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question at all, words caught in your throat, and from the bottom of your heart, you didn’t want to answer him.

He frowned, his forehead creasing, frustration mounting by the minute as he pinched your nipple once again.

“I still want an answer,” he pressed with his tone laden in condescension.

“Not since…” you trailed off, your voice faltering as you choked on a sob, his both his hands grasped your breasts, groaning at the softness and suppleness of your skin against his calloused hands. You could even feel his fingertips had pruned up from how long you’d been in the shower already.

“Not since college,” you rasped out. Geto tutted at that new tidbit of information, even seemed shocked that a beautiful thing like you didn’t get laid on the regular. Or maybe it pleased him to know that you were pickier with your lovers, whoever you chose to give a little piece of yourself away.

“Did the man have any skill, or was he as inept as the rest of those monkeys?”

Did he expect you to answer that?

He addressed your name once again, growing impatient by the nanosecond.

“No,” you answered, in your most earnest way. “It…sucked.”

Geto clicked his tongue, like he pitied your lack of true connection between bodies. “How expected. You do need a proper lover. Tell me, did I meet your expectations that night?”

You stood frozen, peering up with him with beady eyes, but his resolve didn’t appear to crumble any time soon.

“That night…shouldn’t have happened. It was only because you could stop the streak of bad luck I had,” you recalled, your mind flashing to that night when he stole you. You wished you had alternatives, but what did you know about the world Geto kept spewing about?

He conceded to that with a hum, and with something else…a hint of something you missed yourself, but you didn’t care to make a remark.

“But you enjoyed yourself as much as I did,” he declared with certainty that made your blood boil, bony hands sliding down waist and resting at your hips, where he gripped tight. “I could tell you did. It is better if you admit it to yourself. I want it to be good for us both, my love.”

A hand ventured to your most intimate region, and you feared the worst, squeezing your eyes shut as his finger flicked along your slick folds before prying them apart, another finger grazing your clit. Another sharp gasp escaped your lips, and he sighed in glee, pleased to see you give into his ministrations.

He paused for a few moments too long, and you willed yourself not to look. Not that you could. He turned you around to face the wall, prying your legs apart as he rubbed his erect cock between your cheeks, stopping at the tight ring of your—

“—No!” you wept, scratching along the tiles to no avail. He trapped you in place, the tip of his cock catching into the tight ring of muscle.

He growled your name in a disapproving way.

“Relax into it,” he demanded, inching more of his length inside of your ass, pressing kisses to your shoulder blades. “Breathe, love, breathe. Let this be good for us both.”

You sobbed, his body pressing into you as each buck of his hips became sharper, more precise, his length and girth rubbing your walls in the right way which felt like the worst punishment…

“Fuck,” he groaned, resting his forehead on the crook of your neck as he resumed a harsh pace. “You’re made to take my cock. Feel how your ass just sucks me in each time. I don’t even have to try.”

“Please,” you practically wailed like a warning siren, begging, not knowing why you were begging because he would take what he desired from you no matter what. “Suguru—!”

Despite the shame pooling in your stomach, you came, clenching tight around his cock and wincing as he continued to fuck into you until the shock subsided.

“There will be more to come,” he vowed as he pulled himself out. He allowed the two of you to stand in the shower for a few moments longer to wash away the residue of your shared fun time, before he escorted you out, dried himself and yourself off, and dressed you both in robes.

You admired the softness of the robe he chose for you, at the very least. Despite your body still trembling, he led you out of the restroom and back to your chamber, which you had come to find out was the basement of the temple, and just across your prison appeared to be his bedroom.

“It doesn’t seem right to let you remain in this room,” he uttered, eyes fixed on you. “Provided you behave, of course, you can stay in my bedroom.”

You nodded, your face blanched from disgust, as your fingers dug into the fabric of your robe, seeking some kind of solace.

“Now, now,” he then tutted as he approached you, drawing you in close. “We can’t have any of that. Not when our new lives together are just beginning.”

“Geto!” Nanako interrupted the moment once more, and you swallowed any feelings of despair in that moment.

Appear normal for the girls.

“Can she come play Mario Kart with us? We need another player, and you never like playing video games!”

Geto chuckled as he kept you close, tightening his grip around your waist.

“She may need some time to adjust, Nanako.” He tried to let her down gently—in other words, he tried to make it so he didn’t intend on sharing your attention with anyone else, even his girls. “We can have a family game night later in the week, perhaps. Once she’s gotten used to us, don’t you think?”

Nanako pouted and folded her arms over her chest. “Come on, Geto! We want to get to know our new mom!”

You gawked at him. A mother? You? Hardly—you didn’t have the mother gene in you, or so you convinced yourself that. Plus you were far too wrapped up in a profession which hardly paid you enough to run a family.

You never even met the right partner, and Geto certainly wasn’t the proper fit.

“Nanako!” he chastised, his tone stern. “She needs time. Let us have time for ourselves, and then she can play those rotten video games with you, alright? Look at her. Does she look ready to adjust to this new life with us?”

Nanako glanced at you, and then back at Geto, shaking her head.

“Smart girl,” he commented. “Perhaps you can get one of my assistants to be your final player for now.”

Nanako deflated, clearly disappointed. “Alright…”

She exited the room. Your prison.

“I’m sorry.” It didn’t take a genius to know he definitely didn’t seem sorry in the slightest.  “Let me take you to my room, just this way. You can rest there, and hopefully not be interrupted by my rambunctious twins again.”

Had you not known the kind of man he was, his sentiments toward his girls would have warmed your stone cold heart.

He led you to his bed. King-sized, plush, like feathers as he rested you on your back. He snuggled close to you, nuzzling his nose into his neck and inhaling that fresh scent of vanilla bean and caramel, letting out a sigh in content.

“This is your home now, so treat it as your home,” he stated, hugging you even more inhumanely close. “I want you to be happy with us. Nanako and Mimiko already adore you.”

You remained silent, eyes diverted to the ceiling as your mind swam with thoughts—could you get out of here? Would Gojo know immediately if something had happened? How could this happen so quickly?

“Do speak to me,” he murmured into your ear before kissing it. “It’ll make things easier for you.”

“Please don’t insult me,” you sneered. “You want me to be a mother to your girls.”

“That’s…part of it, yes,” he acknowledged with a hum. “They need one. Someone strong, someone spirited, someone…human.”

“What became of their biological family?” you dared to ask.

“Dead,” came his simple answer.

You arched an eyebrow.

“By your hands?”

“…No, not quite. Those monkeys killed their parents, and they intended to kill them as well, when they were just children,” he replied, tone laden in bitterness as he recalled the memory. “So I did what I had to do and cursed that village. Filthy monkeys who don’t understand what it means to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to be sworn to protect the filth, rather than eradicate it, burn it to ashes…it’s asinine, truly.”

This bullshit about jujutsu sorcery is what’s asinine, you thought, as another moment of clarity came through that Geto admitted he committed genocides in the name of his cause, whatever it was. Geto truly is a dangerous man.

“You keep bringing that up,” you pointed out. “Jujutsu sorcery. What is that? Is that what you do? Is that how you can…see things?”

He nodded, expression grim. “You will learn everything you need to, in due time. I’m surprised Satoru hasn’t informed you of anything, but then again, the organization is sworn to secrecy. Humans are simple creatures…unevolved creatures, you see. They don’t like knowing that there is something out there more powerful than them. They condemn anything they don’t agree with, just like they condemned me, condemned the twins, and others like us.” He looked away. “If only Satoru agreed with my vision, then maybe we would still be as close as we once were. What a shame.”

So…Gojo hasn’t been wholly truthful about what he did, then?

You knew that you weren’t sure how to respond to that.

“Gojo told me nothing about these things,” you conceded, “So I guess I will have to hear the truth from you.”

“In due time,” he vowed with a low purr, as he slid down until he reached between your thighs, spreading them apart.

You winced. “Suguru, please, I…!”

He shushed you as he kissed along either side of your thighs, until he stopped at your cunt, blocked by your fresh new underwear. He pulled it aside, revealing your dripping folds.

“I want to revisit that night,” he asserted, his breath fanning against your sensitive skin. “When I made you come three times. You sounded wonderful. Maybe I can do more than that. Show you how a man should touch you especially if your previous encounters were as disappointing as you claimed.”

He nipped on the skin closest to your pussy.

“You are so perfect for me.”

Geto closed his mouth over your cunt and you couldn’t even react.

He sucked hard on your clit, tongue darting out and licking along and between your folds.

“Suguru—!”

Your hand reached to clutch the crown of his head. He moaned, lewd and like he starved for you.

He coaxed one.

He focused his attention on your clit, tongue twirling around the little bud, making you see stars. You hated this so much, yet he made it feel good, like he wanted your pleasure as much as his.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

He coaxed another.

“Delicious,” he moaned, tongue fucking inside you, and your back arched, fingers digging into the velvety bedsheets. “Come for me, again.”

Like clockwork, you did.

He withdrew his tongue for a brief moment.

“Submission is a beautiful look on someone so full of spirit.”

“Suguru…please, I don’t…”

He shushed you again.

“We should take things up a notch, hm?” he pondered over the options. “Perhaps I should insert a dildo while I fuck you senseless, or maybe…”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head vehemently.

“No, no, no, please!”

He growled your name.

“None of that,” he reprimanded with a dangerous frown. “We can make a choice. It’s not as if you’re inexperienced. Do you prefer those vibrators you keep in your sock drawer?”

“How did—?”

His lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, I’ve seen everything. And I want to watch.”

“Why—?”

“Because you’re so beautiful when you please yourself,” he sighed dreamily, “It’s such a wonderful sight—like that one night where you kept humping your pillow for some release. Did you wish that was someone else?”

You swallowed a dry wad of nothing. You did. Of course you did. You wished it was Gojo.

“I believe I even heard you call his name…”

Your lips quivered. “Suguru…”

He waved you off.

“No, no, it certainly wasn’t my name you called those nights, which broke my heart.”

His lips formed a thin line before he spat into your oversensitive pussy.

“It does always end up having everything to do with Satoru, doesn’t it? That selfish bastard, can’t even let me have this one thing…”

For a few moments, he completely pulled back, leaving you in a state of suspense and admiring your quivering form from the intensity of his touch. For a while he just stood there, his eyes raking you head to toe with a mix of satisfaction and something darker…triumph, perhaps, but also a hint of something softer? Geto’s thought process, you have come to realize a while ago, didn't make a lick of sense, so you didn't try to make sense of his madness anymore. Finally the sound of him shuffling to retrieve the necessary supplies broke the tense silence, not just the sound of your ragged breathing, trying to ground yourself for what was to come.

He returned to the bed, a vibrator in his hand that he switched on…of course, the very kind you preferred to use.

He had you down to an art, resting the vibrator to your pussy, at first, at a low, comfortable setting. Not too fast, not too strong. You liked the buildup, and he knew all that well.

He ran his tongue past his lips.

“What do you wish Satoru did when you think about him?”

You whimpered.

He amped up the setting.

“Do you think he’d be a more appropriate lover than me?”

He angled your vibrator the way you liked, and you moaned.

“Do you think he’d know how to take you apart? To make you squirm?”

Two fingers pressed on your clit. You mewled.

“You dare to utter his name instead of mine—!”

“Suguru—please! Too much! It’s too much, I can’t—!”

Your arousal splattered on the toy, his wrist, and a bit on his chin.

“You will never wish it was Satoru doing these things to you ever again. If I even get an inkling you are thinking of him, I’ll punish you. So promise me.”

You didn’t respond, only focused on calming your breathing. Ragged. Labored.

Your heartbeat raced.

He snarled your name, grasping your jaw and locking his eyes with yours.

“Promise me,” he repeated.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered. “I promise.”

His lips curled into a sinister, satisfied smirk, pressing a kiss to your thigh.

[themastaralex]

Your Heart and Soul are mine (and mine are yours) - Chap 1

soo, i promised some people maki fics, this is one of them, the others i still havent finished (this one included) but we gotta get through the introductions and everything before we get to the fun stuff with maki and the gang

wc: 1.7k

note: reader is the same age as yuta, but yuta is older (aka they're both pisces, it's on purpose)

2008: 10 years before the Shibuya Incident.

LOCATION: Texas, United States of America.

“She says she's seeing things again.”

The doctor leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, speaking to the woman in front of her desk. The woman looks at the ground, sighing.

She didn't expect this. She knows there was a little to no chance of you getting a cursed technique. She knows there's such a low chance of you seeing any curses of any sort…

..yet..

..you did it. Your mother has no idea how or what cursed technique you possess, and to be completely fair, she barely knows much about it anyways.

“What sort of things has she been seeing? Or has she not spoken about that?”

The doctor- Dr. Graham clears her throat, then looks at your mother, who definitely doesn't look as worried as a mother would if they were told their daughter was seeing things.

“She hasn't said. But I'm sure they're nothing bad, seeing as her mental state doesn't look like it's deteriorated.”

It's clear to her that you aren't at all injured or mentally hurt. If anything, she's more surprised you're as happy and energetic as you are after stating you're seeing things.

Regardless, your mother nods, looking to her right where you're sitting, mindlessly reading a comic book, not at all aware of the effects your heritage has on you.

You're blissfully unaware of everything regarding your father's side of the family.

They say ignorance is bliss. Currently for you, in this position, as a 7 year old child- It definitely is.

Being special runs in your blood. And you have no idea that's the case. 

“I see.” Your mother- Rosa- responds calmly. She doesn't need to give away any hints as to your heritage, your blood, your family.

Dr. Graham just nods, writing something on a paper then handing it to your mother, as you look up, eyes now locked on your mother. You're sure you're about to leave, as you see her stand up.

“If she speaks about this anymore, I'd like to have a thorough evaluation.”

‘Thorough’ evaluation. That means they want to put you in a CT scan machine, and they won't find anything because you're not sick.

No, you're not sick.

You're just a Gojo. You're just Satoru Gojo's younger half-sister.

The Strongest Sorcerer of this Era. 

“I understand.” Your mother looks at you, moving away from the chair as she heads toward the door. “Let's go, mija.”

You nod with a small smile, giving the doctor a quick nod as well before leaving with your mother.

On that paper she got, there was names of possible suppressors for your ‘condition’ if it gets ever so worse. But it won't. She knows it won't.

–

2013: 5 years later:

“MAMI!”

You try reaching out for her as you wail and struggle to get past the nurses holding you back.

“MAMI! PLEASE LET ME PASS!” Your eyes are glossy, as tears fall down your eyes. They keep their firm grips on your body, as you whimper and wail, ignoring your own injuries.

Your pleas do nothing to let you pass. Instead, you get to see as they roll your mother down the hallway, half dead and bleeding out profusely.

They tranquilize you, taking effect after a few seconds. You black out involuntarily, body going limp.

Once you wake up, you find it slightly hard to open your eyes- your eyelids feeling quite heavy. The lights in the room don't help much either, but you open your eyes anyways.

With giving the room a quick scan, you deduce that you're still in the hospital, as a nurse comes in the room to check on you.

“You're awake.. Good.”

Over the next few minutes, she brings you water and some food, after which you ask where your mother is.

Your heart drops as soon as you hear the words:

“I'm.. I'm sorry, sweetie.”

Your heart drops, your stomach drops, your face instantly contorts into one of anger and sadness as you begin to sob uncontrollably.

“W-why.. What the fuck..” 

For a 12 year old child to lose their mother, their only caretaker, their family… Is heartbreaking. 

Your heart definitely broke that day, along with countless nightmares of seeing her being rolled down that hallway, always being taunted with the fact that maybe, just maybe, you could have done something.

The only things you had left after that was your pride, arrogance, and ego. And that's what you used to keep anyone from getting too close. 

Coming to terms with your own grief was utterly impossible.

You were deep in depression as you lived with your aunt for a few weeks.

You wouldn't go to school, you'd barely eat, you'd barely get up from your bed. That was normal considering the fact you'd just lost your mother, your only parent.

Until one morning, when you decided to get up.

That damn door. The hard knock. Then a slightly loud, “Hi there, is anybody home?”

From your spot on the couch, you raise your head, now awfully curious. Mami always told you to not open the door for strangers, but something about the person seems oddly familiar. Not familiar in the personal sense, however.

You stand up, slowly walking your way to the door. You try not to make much noise, as if the person could hear anyways, but you get to the door and look through the peephole, seeing a very tall man with white hair and some dark shades. He looks distracted as he looks away from the door. You squint your eyes at his figure, his whole body slightly radiating some sort of aura.

“Huh?” You state out loud, prompting him to turn back towards the door. “Ah, shit.”

“Hey, it's fine. Open the door. Seriously. I'm not gonna do anything.” After a moment, the man sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“..yeah, that sounds like something someone would say if they wanted to do something. Sorry.” 

He shakes his head, as you seem to unlock the door by pure instinct, going against everything your mother taught you.

His facial expression- Or what can be seen from it- lightens up as you open the door, a small smile on his face. 

The man is huge- almost like a giant. You'd guess he's probably over 6 feet tall. Not to mention, his hair color is definitely weird. Looks natural too..

The guy looks down at you and grins brightly, taking off his glasses and looking at you with some bright ass light blue eyes. They seem to glow, being the same color of a clear light blue sea, as he stares down at you.

“I'm Satoru Gojo. I'm your big brother.”

You just stare at him for a moment, as he stares back. It seems you're both speechless- you more so.

“I don't have a big brother.” You state, starting to close the door, but he easily holds it open. Either way, he's still grinning, as you look at him with an expression that really just says, ‘Man, what? Is this guy crazy?’

“I don't know any Satoru Gojos or whatever. My last name isn't even Gojo, so that's already wrong.” 

You're very sassy and sarcastic for a 12 year old, and he already takes note of that. After all, you're his little sister. And by the signature of cursed energy emanating from you…

You're definitely strong, or at least, have the potential to be strong.

Satoru’s sure you have no damn idea as to what cursed energy even is, so he'll save that for a later talk.

“I know your last name isn't Gojo. But you're my sister, I swear!”

“..that doesn't really help your case, bro..”

He scratches his head, holding his glasses in his other hand. It doesn't seem like he intends to do anything malicious, so it seems like you can trust him enough.

“Prove it. Prove you're my brother.”

You say that with bravado, thinking he's not your brother, obviously. He's white- Japanese, maybe- white hair, blue eyes that seem to glow? Who is this dude? Satoru Gojo? Who the hell is Satoru Gojo?

“Uh. How am I supposed to prove that?”

“I dunno, you're the one who said you're my brother.” After you shrug, he sighs, when he pulls out a folded photo. Your eyes narrow as you see him unfold it, seeing your mother and some other man in a very close position.

Side hugging, with the man's arm on your mother's waist. You slightly smile at seeing your mom’s face, very much younger. 

“That's my father. And yours too.”

With skepticism in your eyes, you look back up at Satoru, now slightly less hesitant. The man in the photo does look like Satoru, down to the eye shape and hair.

If that's your dad, why didn't you come out with white hair? Or blue eyes? Why did you have to come out relatively average? Brown hair, brown eyes?

Those Mexican genes are really not doing you any favors.

Your mom never mentioned your father, ever. 

You weren't sure if it was because she hated him, or if she just didn't want to mention him. But now, you're slightly thinking about whether or not you should trust this man, Satoru Gojo- Who willingly calls himself your brother, likely knowing of your mother’s demise and your current status.

“Maybe you're not lying. Maybe.”

Your voice is a quiet mumble, as you begin to start to believe him. He's given you no reason to not trust him, so believing him seems right.

Satoru grins, crouching down to your level, one of his hands moving to gently rest on your shoulder. He makes sure to keep some distance between you two however, seeing as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or weirded out.

Barely been your big brother for a few minutes and he's already worried.

“Good! You're starting to believe me, at least!”

You can't help the small smile you wear on your face when you see his large grin and genuinely happy face. That makes you feel warm. It makes you smile so sincerely, feeling very happy- for the first time in a few weeks since your mother's death.

Satoru Gojo is the Strongest, not just in strength, but in heart as well

[possessedartist]

Hey, are there any more anthology comics of persona made by Murata Maiko? The art style is just too good

HIII YES!! SORRY I saw this ask pop up while I was at work, so my apologies for the late response. OK, so admittedly, I'm not familiar with every single one they had a appearance in, so anyone can chime in if they know of one I didn't list here. However- out of all the p1/p2 anthologies I own, Murata is featured in four others aside from the FACES anthology I scanned.

I have pictures and more info(dump) featured under the keep reading line- these are not scanned so I tried my best to photograph these~

OK so first off, they're featured in some of the BROCCOLI anthology books (p1 anthology series that has 5 volumes, I own 1-4).

They illustrated the front and back covers for Vol. 1:

They then illustrated a chapter in Vol. 2 called "Important Things", that features the cast but mostly just Hidehiko and Nanjo and is also pretty hidekei implied (for those that liked the FACES chapter, that and this chapter combined is like a outright statement on what their bias is (lol)). Some pictures from that:

The next anthology series I own that they're featured in is the Messiah Project series by RAPPORT COMICS. I own volumes 1 and 2, and they have small chapters in both. This chapter (R.M.) is from Vol. 2 and features Mark and Reiji (it's mostly Reiji centric). Admittedly, I took less pictures of this mostly because it's super short (like five pages including these three and half of it is just brief Reiji backstory) and I feel like these three showcase their art better lol. Pics:

Finally- they did a chapter in Vol. 1 as well, which I put last on this post because I felt like it was the best one to end off on. This chapter, which is just called "Be Your True Mind" features the whole cast and is the best chapter aside from the FACES one imo that showcases their art style; it's really great (I really love Elly and Maki here especially). Pics:

And there you go!! Again- I'm sure they're featured in another one or two I just haven't gotten my hands on yet (I started buying the broccoli series just because I saw they were featured lol) but I'll update this post if I find more of their stuff. I'm glad other people think their art is really wonderful as well, I never saw it before getting my hands on the FACES anthology so I'm glad there's interest. (On topic of that, I do want to scan these at some point but I get worried about destroying these/I haven't had much free time lately) so it'll probably be another minute lol). Ty for reading and thank you for the ask! ^^

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Last Picnic

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: 629 Rating: G Time Frame: Early adulthood, Nico owns an idol protection company and Maki is working through her residency Prompt: Nightmare

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 13th

Summary: Nico and Maki go on a picnic

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Nico hummed happily as she walked with pep in her step. Under different circumstances, she may have skipped, but not while she was carrying stuff, nor while holding the arm of her fiancée. Well… maybe on occasion in the latter situation, if only to embarrass said fiancée.

“Someone is certainly happy.” Maki teased, though her tone indicated she was in equally high spirits.

“Of course!” Nico replied. “It’s feels like forever since Nico got to spend an entire day with her favoritest Maki-chan, and even longer since she went on a picnic with her.”

“Mm.” Maki hummed in approval.

Indeed it had been a busy summer for both women. And despite the lovely weather, most days they were able to find time to be together they just wanted to stay in and just enjoy each other’s company. However, the turning leaves was a reminder of how precious few more days they had before the snow started flying and certain outdoor activities would no longer be possible.

Thus, with a rare, shared weekend off, here they were, at a local park. The air was crisp, but not uncomfortably so, as the wind was low, and the sun was pleasant. And both women had opted for layers they could don or doff as desired. It was time for the year’s last picnic.

“Let’s see…” Nico scanned the area.

It seemed the couple were not the only ones trying to squeeze in one last outdoor meal before the cold fully settled in. Most of the metal tables were occupied, but that was fine as Maki was carrying a blanket they could lay out. The BBQ stations were also mostly taken, but Nico had already taken care of what needed to be cooked for their meal. And given the ambient temp, a sunny spot was preferable over shade, so…

“How about there?” Maki motioned before leading the way.

“Perfect.” Nico nodded before setting down her basket.

The couple spread their blanket out and claimed spots upon it. Nico then started to unpack the food.

“Mm, katsu sadno…” Maki murmured as the named item was pulled out.

Nico smiled at the approval before setting out the potato salad. Next was the castella cake. And of course, there was…

“Nico-chan?”

Nico felt around in the basket. Where were they? She tipped it toward her to visually aid her search, but to no avail.

“Uhm… sorry, Maki-chan… I… I forgot the tomatoes…”

“YOU WHAT?!”

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“… -chan…”

Nico startled awake.

“Nico-chan?”

Nico’s vision adjusted to the darkness in the room enough to see her fiancée’s concerned face and she jolted away.

“Ni… co-chan?” Maki was obviously taken aback.

Nico winced at her own behavior. A dream. It was just a dream.

“Sorry, Maki-chan.” Nico slid back toward the other woman. “It’s just… I, uhm…”

“Bad dream?”

Nico nodded and sighed. “We were on a picnic and I forgot to bring tomatoes and Maki-chan got really mad and turned into a tomato monster.”

Maki pressed her lips together. Her shoulders shook a bit. After a moment, she snorted. “A… tomato monster?”

“Yeah… kinda silly now that I say it out loud.”

“I told you stuff like this could happen if you let Nozomi keep goading you into horror movie marathons.”

“But it’s our annual tradition!”

“I know…” Maki sighed.

“And we’ll get you and Eli to join eventually.”

“I highly doubt that. Anyway, want me to get you some water or something?”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine just snuggling with my Maki-chan.”

“Even though I was a tomato monster?”

“Yup.” Nico giggled and pulled her fiancée closer.

“But you know, a picnic without tomatoes… That does sound like a nightmare.”

“Ne, Maki-chan.”

“Mm?”

“Can we go on a picnic this weekend?”

“Sure, but don’t forget the tomatoes.”

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Author's Note Continued: I don't know why this ended up being my idea for this prompt, but I'm not complaining. I mean yeah, Picnic was the '22 prompt, and I sneaked in Metal from '21 in the same way I did last year. But the whole tomato monster nightmare thing just came as a silly passing thought... which I then couldn't stop thinking about. So I wrote this.

[thecrazycrafter23]

AS PROMISED: MAKI FIC

wooo okay, over 4k words lets go

uhhh anyways, i'd recommend reading this on ao3 since I'm way more used to the formatting on there and it'll probably be a better experience in general, but if you really want to read this stuff here go ahead bam:

Momota 🚀

Maki: I need you to come pick me up.

Kaito: did something happen?? 😥 where are you???

Maki: 363 Sakura Lane. I’ll tell you when you get here, just please get here as soon as possible. I don't have my car.

Kaito: wait weren't you out with shuichi

Kaito: holy shit are you two okay?!

Maki: Oh, he's more than fine. I said I'll explain when you get here. Please Momota, I don't know how much time I have out here.

Kaito: i swear to god you better be safe

Kaito: on my way right now 

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Pulling her leather jacket tighter over her shaking body, Maki shoved her nearly-dead phone into the pocket. If she realized it was going to be this cold out, she wouldn't have worn a dress, or at least would've worn tights. She just tried to bury the feeling in the back of her head for now. There was something much more important to focus on. She really hoped that shop she noticed on the drive here was still open… The clicks of her high heels and her breathing were the only sounds that registered in Maki's mind as she eventually found the place she was looking for. She had to go quickly. Not only did she not have much time before Kaito was here to be her getaway driver, but there was no telling how long Shuichi would be occupied. God, just thinking about his name boiled her blood at the moment. 

Maki forcibly opened the door to the business, quickly heading to the baseball equipment. She was lucky there was a sports equipment store nearby. The bat look didn't matter, she just needed something metal. Scanning the selection, the girl grabbed the first metal bat she could find before marching to the register. Luckily there wasn't a line— of course there wasn't a line. It was nearly 8 at night, maybe 5 people in the store tops. She placed the bat roughly on the counter, digging through her purse for her wallet. She wasn't expecting small talk.

“Huh, what does a pretty lady like you need a slugger for at this hour?” The man working the register asked, leaning against the counter. Maki didn't reply with anything other than her typical glare, taking out her card to pay before even hearing how much the bat cost. It didn't matter to her right now, being an assassin paid well enough that she was willing to pay anything for the sweet taste of revenge she was after. The worker just stared at her for a moment before shrugging, about to put the bat into a bag for Maki before she just grabbed it and walked out. A bag would just slow her down. 

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Momota 🚀

Kaito: gonna be a little late traffic is a bitch right now 😒 please be safe still until I get there 

Maki: I'm fine Momota.

Maki: Random question since you're more into sciencey stuff than I am.

Kaito: oh lay it on me! 😁

Maki: How hard would I have to swing an aluminum bat to take off the mirrors of a car, assuming they're made of steel?

Kaito: maki roll what

Kaito: I feel like if I answer, I'm gonna be an accomplice in a crime what are you doing

Kaito: maki

Kaito: maki oh god please reply 

Kaito: don't do anything illegal please 😥

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Maki's phone died just before she got an answer to her question, causing an irritated groan to escape her lips. Well, she just had to hope Kaito got here still and didn't need her for any clarification. It was a pretty far walk home too, so that was out of the question. If Kaito couldn't show up, her only other option would be to just head back to the restaurant and wait for him to come back from whatever he was doing in that club with that girl. She seemed familiar to Maki, but then again she had seen a lot of blondes in her life. Walking with the baseball bat firmly in her hand, she finally found where the car was parked. Luckily it was somewhat isolated. 

She wasn't stupid, she knew that just attacking it without a plan would cause the car alarm to go off, and attention was the last thing she needed. She had an idea of how to do this but didn't know how well it would work. Maki placed the bat on the ground and reached a hand under her dress, eventually finding the knife strapped to her thigh. Maki walked over to the front of the car, silently thanking her brother for fucking up the lock on the hood to the car a few months ago as a “prank”, as well reluctantly thanking Shuichi for never getting it fixed. It made popping open the hood of the car a breeze. Now it was just about locating the battery… dammit, if only her phone hadn't died. She could just Google it, or worst case scenario, ask Miu. Sure they weren't on the best terms, but they tolerated each other. 

After searching for a bit longer than she'd admit, she located the battery, holding the knife in her hand a bit nervously. Either cutting this wire was going to work, or she was about to get electrocuted and die. Death didn't necessarily scare her, but traumatizing Kaito wasn't part of the plan. That would just be unnecessary collateral damage. Maybe… No, she wasn't just going to back down now, not after getting this far and already having bought a bat that cost god knows how much. As her eyes closed she braced for the pain, her blade snapped the battery’s wire… and nothing happened. At first, she thought that maybe she didn't cut it, so she opened her eyes to look. Nope, it was disconnected. Maki breathed a sigh of relief seeing that her action was successful, now knowing that the alarm was disabled. That gave her free reign to enact revenge.

The knife went into her pocket, perhaps a more convenient location that she should take advantage of more often, and the bat was back in her hands. The question was where to start… maybe she'd start front to back. Or just go in whatever order she saw fit. Regardless, she decided to start with the headlights given they were closest. Maki’s grip tightened on the bat as she took a swing at the left headlight, hearing the satisfying sound of plastic crumbling behind the force of her swing. It was like a drug as she took a swing at the other headlight, the same sound ringing in her ears. She took a moment to step back and look at the damage, the situation dawning on her. She was being the crazy ex-girlfriend right now. The rational part of her brain was telling her to stop right now and wait for Kaito to get here before she caused more damage. 

However, the long-repressed emotions in her brain were making themselves known tonight. 

Maki took a few practice swings of her bat, looking at the side mirrors. She never did get an answer from Kaito to her question. Oh well, putting the scientific method to the test was always an option. Question: How hard would she have to swing to take the mirrors off? Research had failed, so she'd just need to get her own. Hypothesis: She wouldn't have to swing all that hard to get these pesky mirrors off the car. Putting said hypothesis to the test, Maki took a not-so-forceful swing at the left mirror. The mirror was now pointed downwards but didn't quite break off how she expected it to. More testing would be needed. First, though, she finished the job on the left, taking one more satisfying swing upward this time. The mirror flew off, crashing against the ground a foot or two away from where she was standing. She stared at the broken mirror for a moment before heading to the other side of the car. 

Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she winded up for a second swing. Maki tapped the mirror the first few times just to align herself, her hands shaking slightly. The rationale that usually kept her grounded was out the window at this point as she swung as hard as she could this time. The mirror shot through the air like a rocket going into orbit before hitting the ground with a satisfying thud and skidding across the asphalt for a few feet. Maki watched the mirror slow to a halt, making a mental note of her little experiment. She’d have to let Kaito know once he got here, that way they’d both know for future reference. 

Maki’s urge for vengeance and destruction wasn’t quite satisfied yet, however. She wanted more. She wanted to make him pay. 

Flipping the bat so that she was holding the barrel of it, she lined up the cap of the bat with the corner of the right window. It’s just glass, it shouldn’t be all that hard. With a quick breath, Maki pulled back and then thrust the bat into the corner of the window as hard as she could. Unfortunately, it didn’t do as much as she would have hoped. Sure, a few cracks went across the glass near where she hit the window, but it would definitely take more time than she had to get the window down. She needed to get in there. Shuichi still had the keys and she didn’t have anything to pick the door locks with, so she had no way of getting into the vehicle without going through the glass… Maybe she just wasn’t using the right tool. Her mind went to those window-breaking tools that she saw being advertised sometimes. Of course, the moment she saw those on her screens, she looked up how they worked, mostly out of skepticism that they'd even work. Turns out the way they worked was that they’re pressed into the glass, and then release a spike at a high speed to shatter the glass.

Now, of course, she didn’t end up getting one of them. Maki thought they were stupid and a waste of money. However, she did have a sharp object with her and had experience with thrusting sharp blades into objects. Typically people and not glass, but still. Just in case the attempt at breaking the glass previously would mess this up, Maki walked over to the other side of the car, dropping the bat at her feet. Her knife was soon back in her hand as she lined the blade up with the corner once again. Taking another breath as she had done previously, Maki pulled back and shoved the knife into the glass with as much force as she physically could. The following sound of glass shattering was like music to her ears as she watched the window become a jagged pattern of destruction. All it took from there was a slight nudge to cause the flimsy shards of glass to collapse on themselves and give her perfect access to the handle on the inside of the car. Maki unlocked the car with ease from there, opening the door soon after. Perfect, now she could climb in and really leave her mark. Not caring about the glass in the slightest, Maki climbed into the car, ignoring the stabbing feeling of the tiny shards of glass into her knees. That wasn’t important at the moment, besides this wasn’t nearly as bad as any other pain she had gone through during her training for her… “job”. No, what mattered right now was sending a message. 

She dug the blade into the passenger seat and just dragged that knife through the leather, the foam inside of the seat tearing along with it. One cut wasn’t nearly enough though, no she had to keep going. Cut after cut, stab after stab. The motion was practically addicting. Once the passenger seat was thoroughly torn to shreds, Maki turned her attention over to the driver’s seat that she was kneeling on. She slid off of the seat and put her feet back onto the asphalt, still ignoring the blood now slowly traveling down her knees. She recreated the same pattern roughly on the driver’s seat, besides one more little detail just so Shuichi knew it was her who did this. Her initials carved into the headrest. She knew damn well he’d be able to piece it together, Shuichi was too smart for his own good. And the best part? Maki knew she’d get away with it regardless if he figured it out or not. She knew he wouldn’t report it. After all, she had just as much dirt on him as he had on her. Sure, him knowing that she was a paid assassin and murdered people for a living wasn’t great, but he also covered up all those crimes for her. If she was going down, she was going to take him down with her. Mutually assured destruction.

If only she could check the time right now. Shame that her phone died. She didn’t need to know how late it was right now, but it would give her a good idea of how much time she roughly had left to keep going. All she could do was do as much as she could before Kaito got here. She was pretty sure that he’d get here before Shuichi did. Shuichi did seem pretty occupied last she checked. Maki closed the door to the car before jamming her knife into it, dragging it as much as she could before it got tiring. She just did it again though. And again. By the time she was done tearing up the driver’s door, it looked like a werewolf got to the car. She’d probably need a new knife after this. What else could she do before she had to leave… the tires! Maki rushed to pop the tires, making sure to leave one unpopped so that Shuichi would have to buy the new tires himself instead of getting insurance to cover them. The front two tires and the back left tire soon deflated, leaving the car mostly on the ground. Perfect. Out of the corner of her eye, Maki noticed the headlights of another car getting closer. The car stood out to her even in the dark. That purple exterior for a truck couldn’t be anyone else other than Kaito. She still had a few seconds though… Maki slipped the knife back into her pocket and quickly picked up the baseball bat she bought, swinging at the window. She didn’t intend to break it, and of course, it didn’t break. She just wanted to cause as much damage as she could.

Unfortunately, Kaito was driving a bit faster than she thought he was and watched as she swung that bat into the windshield. He was, obviously, very shocked, quickly breaking as he rolled down the window and poked his head out. The music he was blasting in his car was oddly fitting for the moment. “We Know” from Hamilton. 

“Harukawa, what the hell are you doing?!” He yelled from his truck, a panicked look in his eyes. It hadn't quite yet dawned on him that it was Shuichi's car that she had just torn up. Maki only glanced over at him before hurrying over to the passenger’s door and hopping into the truck. She shoved the bat into the back seat, quickly buckling her seatbelt. 

“Drive.”

Despite her tone sounding rather stern and threatening, Kaito didn't budge, staring at her like she just murdered someone. 

“Hang on, what the fuck is going on?! I know you mentioned that you needed me to come quick and all, but why were you destroying a car?! Who's fucking car was that?! Why do you have a bat?!” Kaito looked back at the car that had been the victim of Maki's rampage, finally realizing whose car it was. Shit, what was he getting in the middle of…? “Is that Shuichi's car?!”

“I said drive. I’ll explain as you drive.” Maki practically demanded, folding her arms as she closed her eyes. Against his better judgment, Kaito pulled out of the parking lot and sped out of there, rolling up the windows in the process. He turned off the car radio, figuring his theater kid interests weren't the most appropriate at this moment. He could jam out to soundtracks after he figured out what happened. Once the duo was about a minute or two away from the restaurant, Kaito sighed.

“Okay, explain. What is going on?” He tried to keep a soft tone, but the panic in his voice was so painfully obvious. Who wouldn't be panicking right now? 

“It's a long story.”

“Well, we've got a bit of a drive back to my place. Floor it yours, Harumaki.” 

Maki sat there for a moment before slowly beginning to explain. “Well, Saihara and I went out to dinner for our 1 year anniversary. Just as we were about to order our meals, suddenly he gets a call, and then just— gets up from the table without saying a word to me. I asked him where he was going, not a word.” Kaito seemed skeptical as she explained what happened. 

“He didn't say anything to you?” 

“No, he didn't. I waited for a few minutes before following him. I used that app thing that's supposed to help you find lost electronics, and guess where his fucking phone was?” Maki glanced at Kaito, even though her question was rhetorical.

“Do I wanna know…?”

“Magma Move.”

“The strip club?!” The name sounded oddly familiar to him… 

“Yep.” Maki sighed, looking down at her legs. They had stopped bleeding at this point, so that was good. “I thought it was weird, so I walked in, trying to figure out where he was. You can imagine my shock when I saw him with some other girl, holding onto her while she had a drink in her hand. She seemed familiar, but I didn't get close enough to tell.” Maki finished explaining, as Kaito's eyes suddenly widened. 

“Hey, Maki Roll…? What did that girl happen to look like…?” Kaito asked with a bit of nervousness in his voice, really hoping it wasn't who he thought it was.  

Maki seemed confused as to why he'd ask that but answered regardless. “Blond, about the same height as Saihara, purple eyes—” 

“Shit was that Kaede?!”

Maki sat there and thought for a moment before her own eyes widened a bit. Holy shit, it was her. “....I think so.”

“Fuck— Miu is gonna be pissed when she hears about that— Or sees it, depending on how fast the two find each other again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Miu was telling me all about it. She wanted to have some fun, so she dragged Kaede out to the place for the night. She was texting me earlier, very drunk might I add, that she lost Kaede and had no clue where she was. Didn't realize she was hanging out with Shuichi, apparently.” He did sound pretty disappointed. It was hard not to be when two of your friends went off and did stuff behind two of your other friends’ backs. 

“....Huh. Are you planning on texting her or something?” 

“Of course I am. Once we get off the road, I'll do it. For the time being… You alright?” Kaito's voice got a lot softer, something that Maki hadn't been expecting. She sat there flabbergasted for longer than she'd admit, shaking her head.

“I'm fine. This isn't the first time I've caught someone cheating. This is why I told you I don't do romance anymore.” Maki mumbled, looking out the window of Kaito's truck. “I'm done being that vulnerable to people.” 

Kaito frowned a bit, sighing. “Hey, you don't have to wall yourself off. It's not like it's your fault it happened or anything. Besides, if you put back up your defenses every time you get hurt, you'll never trust anyone ever again.” 

“...Good. Maybe that's for the best.” Maki muttered, leaning against the door. “Can't get hurt that way.” 

“Maki Roll no, that's not a healthy way to live.” 

“Who cares?”

“I care, Harukawa.” He figured using her last name would grab her attention again. It did. “You're one of my best friends. I don't want to see you hurting yourself because of what others do! That's not fair to yourself and you know it! If being open with people gets you hurt, then you just have to pick yourself back up and keep going. Eventually, you’ll find someone who’ll treat you right.”

Maki stared at him for a minute before shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “You've had that speech planned for months, haven't you.” She teased, using a hand to hide the slight smile that had inched its way onto her face. Like it or not, Kaito's words did have a way of cheering her up somehow. 

Kaito’s face flushed slightly from embarrassment as he glanced at Maki, letting out a sheepish laugh. “Who cares! What matters is that you're smiling now.” Shots fired. Maki lightly punched him in the arm, looking back out the window. 

“Shut up, asshole.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes as Kaito drove, both seeming to just enjoy the company of the other.

“...Apparently, you don't need to swing a baseball bat all that hard to take a car mirror off. Just a little bit of force should do it.”

Kaito’s brain short-circuited for a moment, causing him to nearly drive into oncoming traffic. He quickly slammed on the brakes, sending the both of them forward before the seatbelts caught them. “Is that what you used the baseball bat for?!”

Maki just stared at him for a moment before replying. “That and smashing the headlights.”

“Harumaki!” 

“What? I wanted to make him pay.”

“Jesus— you better hope to god that Shuichi doesn't figure out you did it. You're fucked otherwise, and I, unfortunately, can't save you from that.”

Maki chose not to mention the situation the both of them were in with secrets, just nodding her head a bit. The drive lasted for around 10 more minutes before the truck pulled up to Kaito's place. They both got out as Kaito unlocked the door and let Maki in. 

Kaito's place was nice, it always felt oddly calming to the girl. Lots of purple and stars, the entire house had LEDS going around that always seemed to be on a dim purple setting, the couch had a ton of blankets and was surprisingly comfortable… She wouldn't mind staying the night. Crashing on Kaito's couch was probably the best couch to crash on.

“Alright, you already know to make yourself comfortable, I'll go grab one of my hoodies from upstairs for you and a pair of shorts you left here last time.” Kaito took another look at her, noticing the glass shards in her knees and the blood. “...and some bandages, apparently.” Before Maki could even protest, Kaito had walked upstairs, leaving Maki to sit quietly on the couch and wait for the astronaut to return. Sure enough, he was back after a bit with everything he promised, setting the clothes down next to Maki before kneeling in front of her. “I'm not even gonna question why you have this much glass in you right now. This is gonna sting, just a heads up.” He knew Maki knew it would sting, but he still felt obligated to give her a warning. Working his way across her legs, he picked out all the glass he could with tweezers before cleaning off the blood and wrapping up her legs in roll bandages. “Heh, look! Roll bandages for Maki Roll!” He knew that pun was going to end up with another punch on his shoulder as he just laughed off the other's motion. 

“Shut up.” Maki hissed, looking at her bandaged knees.

“Fine, fine. It was funny though!” He eventually finished, stepping back before standing up. “Gonna go empty the glass shard bowl now, feel free to go change.” With his declaration, Kaito wandered off again, leaving Maki sitting on his couch. How did she end up here…? The night started so nicely and had just… spiraled out of her grasp. So much for unconditional trust. Attempting and failing to bury the thoughts, Maki rose from the couch and walked somberly to the bathroom. Despite telling herself she wasn't going to look in the mirror, as her dress and jacket came off it was all she could stare at. Scars both old and new littered her pale skin, including one distinct one over her left eye. Her eye still hadn't quite healed from that. It wasn't much of an interference usually, but it did result in some unfortunate stumbles into walls.

Her eyes traced downward, lingering on the silicone mold pressed against her chest held up pointlessly by a black bra. Maki's gaze stayed there for longer than she would admit as she eventually slid off both objects, immediately putting on that hoodie Kaito had graced her with. Her senses were immediately flooded with the scent of lavender and cheap body spray. She couldn't tell if she was disgusted or not. Well, she didn't really have any other options, it was either put back on the fake chest and put back on her dress or deal with this. She opted to slide the shorts on and deal with it. Maki rounded up all her clothing, taking a few extra seconds to wrap up the silicone and hide it between the fabric in her arms. She didn't want to answer any questions from the astronaut as to why she'd need a fake chest. She was already under enough stress and was already irritable enough. 

After checking herself in the mirror one last time and deciding to take her hair down, Maki slowly walked out of the bathroom and met Kaito in the living room. She set her stuff down on the coffee table.

“Hey, there you are! Let me see your stuff, I can throw them in the wash real quick—” As Kaito went to scoop it up, Maki immediately put her hand on top of the pile a bit more hastily than she had intended. Kaito looked at her for a moment before a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “Relax, I don't care about seeing your bra or whatever. I have 3 sisters, remember?” Maki shook her head, not a word coming out of her mouth. Kaito seemed to take the hint, backing off as he sat down on the couch. “Alright, suit yourself.” Kaito took out his phone and opened up a food delivery app, picking the nearest fast food place. He was quiet for a moment as he added things to the car and checked out, looking over at Maki who had been sitting and staring at her lap after the close call. “I ordered McDonald's, and got us both chicken nuggets since I figured those would be light, but still something since you didn't get to actually eat.” 

Maki looked at him for a moment before sighing, a slight smile on her face as she leaned into him a bit. She was met with the feeling of Kaito's arm wrapping around her, something Maki found comforting. “Thanks, I guess.” She mumbled. Kaito just nodded, letting them both stay there in comfortable silence again. If it hadn't been for a question on her mind and the promise of something to eat in about half an hour, Maki might've fallen asleep there.

“Hey, Momota?”

“Hm? Yeah, Harumaki?”

“I've been wondering since I put the hoodie on: how the hell did you manage to get a piece of clothing to smell both great and gross at the same time…?”

“Oh, probably the mix of the 3 in 1 stuff I use in the shower and Axe body spray. Why?”

“Fuck you.”

“What?!”

[roguemaki]

Suletta Mercury and Kira Yamato

fold-out poster from Shuukan Bunshun Enta Plus (2023/10/10 issue)

[pesterloglog]

Sollux Captor, Karkat Vantas

Act 5, page 2027

twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]

TA: KK dont fliip your 2hiit about thii2 but iim 2ettiing you up two play a game wiith 2ome people.

CG: WHY WOULD I FLIP MY SHIT ABOUT THAT.

TA: becau2e you fliip your 2hiit about everythiing.

CG: WELL WILL YOU LOOK AT THIS.

CG: HERE IS MY SHIT, AND YET IT REMAINS UNFLIPPED.

CG: JUST SITTING THERE ON THE SKILLET, GETTING BURNED ON ONE SIDE.

CG: IT'S A MIRACLE.

TA: oh no are you iinto miiracle2 now two becau2e iif you are youre fiired preemptiively from the game.

CG: FUCK NO.

TA: ok niice.

CG: MIRACLES ARE LIKE POOP STAINS ON GOD'S UNDERWEAR.

TA: eheheh makiing fun of people2 reliigiion2 i2 the be2t thiing two do.

CG: THAT'S WHY HE HIDES THEM, THEY'RE FUCKING EMBARRASSING.

CG: GOD LAUNDERS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.

TA: eheheheheh riight on but let2 2hut our mouth2 a 2econd and talk about thii2 game.

TA: iitll only be a 2econd really you dont have two do two much.

CG: OK, GOOD, BECAUSE I'M PRETTY BUSY TONIGHT.

CG: WHAT IS THIS THING ANYWAY, WHY ALL THE SECRECY.

TA: well the 2hort 2tory ii2 that iit2 an iimmer2iive 2iimulatiion that you play wiith a group.

TA: the long 2tory ii2 that the fate of our ciiviiliizatiion depend2 on u2 playiing iit.

TA: heh ii gue22 the long one wa2 2horter than the 2hort one FUCK.

CG: THAT SOUNDS LIKE MELODRAMATIC BULLSHIT BUT COMING FROM YOU COLOR ME UNSURPRISED.

TA: 2crew you vanta2 thii2 2hiit2 more real than kraft grub2auce.

CG: RIGHT OK.

CG: SO YOU MADE THIS GAME?

TA: no no.

TA: more liike ii adapted iit.

CG: FROM WHAT.

TA: 2ome crazy technology AA dug out of 2ome ruiin2.

TA: havent you talked two her about iit?

CG: MAN, NO.

CG: I CAN'T TALK TO HER, SHE'S SO SPOOKY.

CG: I DON'T KNOW WHY MOST OF OUR FRIENDS ARE SUCH PSYCHOS.

TA: probably iit2 becau2e mo2t troll2 are.

TA: iif you heard what ii heard every niight ii mean WOW FUCK.

CG: NO LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT YOUR WEIRD MUTANT BRAIN.

CG: AND DON'T SCAN MINE OR WHATEVER, IT'S OFF LIMITS YOU DOUCHE.

TA: ii told you liike a biilliion tiime2 ii cant do that you nub2lurping fuckpod.

CG: WHY ARE YOU TWO UP TO THIS SECRET STUFF.

CG: WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS?

TA: KK iim 2orry but really iit2 kiind of a priivate matter between me and her and iid appreciiate iit iif that wa2 re2pected.

CG: OH GOD.

CG: STOP BEING SO SENSITIVE.

CG: IT'S A REPUGNANT QUALITY.

TA: ok how about you take your own adviice you are 2uch a blubberiing hypocriite.

TA: youre lucky iim 2o fuckiing magnaniimou2 and chariitable cau2e otherwii2e there2 no chance iid wa2te my tiime on you.

CG: WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT, THIS ACT THAT YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU'RE A HOTSHOT, YOU KNOW YOU HATE YOURSELF.

TA: nobody hate2 hiim2elf more than you iidiiot.

CG: YEAH WELL I HATE YOU WAY MORE THAN I HATE MYSELF, AND THAT'S FUCKING SAYING SOMETHING.

CG: IN FACT I HATE YOU MORE THAN I HATE MYSELF AND YOU HATE YOURSELF AND YOU HATE ME COMBINED.

TA: oh fuck that noii2e iin every leakiing oriifiice iit2 got you know ii hate the combiined product of you and my2elf more than you could ever begiin two hate me and my2elf and you and your2elf on your wor2t day 2o FUCKIING DEAL WIITH IIT.

CG: OK, TIME OUT FOR THE IDIOT.

CG: THE IDIOT GETS A TIME OUT AND SHUTS UP FOR A SECOND.

CG: THAT'S YOU.

CG: JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO ABOUT THIS GAME.

TA: ok well iill 2end you a download 2oon.

TA: iim 2ett1ng up two team2.

TA: liike two 2eparate competiing team2 2o that there2 a better chance of at lea2t one group wiinniing.

TA: and al2o ii gue22 two 2ee which one can wiin fa2ter.

CG: OK LET ME GUESS.

CG: THERE'S A RED TEAM AND BLUE TEAM, RIGHT?

TA: yeah.

TA: youre on the red team.

TA: ii wiill be the leader of the blue.

CG: OK, THEN I GUESS I CAN PICK MY TEAMMATES THEN?

TA: uh...

TA: bro youre not the red team leader.

TA: ii piicked GC for that.

CG: WHAT????????????????????

TA: dude ii diid NOT thiink youd be iintere2ted iin thii2 dont act all offended.

CG: OH WOW NOW I SEE.

CG: REALLY FUCKING CLEVER, PICKING THE BLIND GIRL TO LEAD THE TEAM YOUR COMPETING WITH.

CG: I KNEW YOU WERE CHEATER LOWLIFE FUCKING SCUMBAG WITH NO SCRUPLES OR SELF ESTEEM AND WERE BASICALLY WORTHLESS ON EVERY LEVEL, BUT SOMEHOW I'M STILL DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.

TA: yeah ii am 2uch an iidiiot for not rewardiing your bubbly per2onaliity and iimpeccable people 2kiill2 wiith a leader2hiip giig.

TA: what an iincon2iiderate knuckle2ponged a22hole ii have been.

CG: I AM A HATCHED LEADER AND YOU KNOW IT.

TA: ii know your fiilthy 2eedflap ii2 flutteriing iin the profane breeze that2 2hootiing out your 2tiinkiing meal tunnel.

TA: ii do know that much.

CG: HOW DO YOU GET OUT OF YOUR COCOON IN THE MORNING KNOWING YOU'RE THE WORST THING A UNIVERSE WAS EVER RESPONSIBLE FOR?

CG: ALSO IT MUST BE HARD WITH YOUR HANDS TO PERSISTENTLY BOTHERING EVERY MUTATED SET OF GENITALS PEPPERING THAT GHASTLY HUSK YOU PAWN OFF AS A BODY.

CG: HAS A FEMALE EVER LOOKED AT YOU WITHOUT AT ONCE TURNING SKYWARD AND ERUPTING LIKE A VOMIT VOLCANO, ANSWER ME THAT.

TA: thii2 ii2 2o iimmature, iim ba2iically ju2t laughiing here at how iimmature you are.

TA: liike ii really giive a fuck who the red leader ii2.

TA: you want two be the leader fiine talk two GC about iit.

CG: I GUESS THESE CONVERSATIONS WE HAVE DO GET KIND OF EMBARRASSING IN RETROSPECT.

CG: ARE WE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE BECAUSE OF STUFF I SAID.

TA: eheheheh you LIITERALLY a2k me that every tiime are you jokiing.

TA: ii cant even tell anymore.

CG: IT'S A JOKE MORON.

CG: HONESTLY I'M JUST GLAD NOBODY ELSE IS PRIVVY TO OUR CONVERSATIONS.

CG: ACTUALLY WHY DON'T WE MAKE A PACT TO DELETE THIS ONE FROM OUR LOGS, I'M JUST SHUDDERING HERE SCROLLING UP AND READING THIS.

TA: yeah ok.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(iv)

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

SURPRISE!

...

*With a giant claw appearing on her hand made of strange black and white particles, Tsumugi swipes at Maki, only for Kaito to take the attack, leaving a large gash in his back, tearing his jacket wide open! Rantaro uses his Symmetra Matrix to scan Tsumugi, as more of the strange white particles that make up her suddenly appearing claws appear.

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

HAHA!

*Kokichi shoots Tsumugi more, but the white particles continue to protect her, like some sort of barrier.

What the hell IS that!? Is that a Symmetra Matrix?

No...! It's something else! Look!

*While Kirumi tends to Kaito and Maki, Rantaro uses his matrix to show an image.

This is a 1000x zoomed up image of that white stuff on Tsumugi's body...

Th-That's-!

Those things are...!

Oh, you recognize them...! I'm so glad...!

_______________________________________________________

[Flashback]

...I see it! I'll print out this memory!

*Keebo prints a picture right out of his mouth, then hands it to Shuichi.

Is this...Monokuma!?

Are these the small bugs that Gonta was talking about?

A human's eyes would not be able to see things that exist at a nanoscopic level.

For Gonta to have noticed them...His vision really was superhuman.

Hey, what are these things holding? Are they holding cameras?

...Why don't we ask them?

We can TALK to this?

Yes, I have already installed an augmented hearing function.

I-I guess anything is possible...

Start talking. Now. Or I'll squish you one by one. Whatever function you serve, you'll be unable to carry it out...Do you accept these terms?

...

They call themselves...

_______________________________________________________

NANOKUMA'S SON! AHAHAHA!

You can say I'm a genius, it's alright!

You WEAPONIZED the Nanokuma's!?

Sure did! Oh, and don't bother trying to destroy them or anything. The Nanokuma's reproduce and make copies of themselves every millisecond. Cut off one head, 1 million more will take it's place!

Surprise!

*pant!* *pant!* *pant!* *pant!*...*pant!*...

*While on the run from Shuichi and his group, Tsumugi finally comes into a fairly large open area with many tables and machines in it. She hurries over to the table and starts throwing things off it, desperately looking for a particular device.

Where is it...! Where is it...!?

*She pushes things aside on the table until she finds one. A pair of glasses on top of a medium sized tub.

...

*She hesitantly reaches out for it.

I didn't want to do this...I swore I'd never do this...But...

What the hell...!

_______________________________________________________

COMING THROUGH!

*CRAASSH!*

*Kaito shoulder tackles the door, and everyone charges in alongside him. Maki, Kokichi, Kirumi and Rantaro all ready their respective weapons.

Alright Tsumugi! The jig is up! We've got you!

...Mmph...Grmmph...

Uh...What are you doing?

Huh? Oh, sorry, I just forgot that I left my burger in here before things ended up going south.

*She takes a large chomp out of the burger and starts talking with her mouth full.

Grd Brgur! Bsht ing Hishima. Jsht fugrd culdn't let it gr tr weste.

Careful...She's acting really overconfident right now...

Which means she's plotting something...Yeah, I get it...

*Tsumugi finishes eating and leans against the wall.

This factory is more important to me than you think, you know...Not only is it my home, but it contains the products of everything I've spent all these years working on...

A lifetime of memories and work...And now you're here, threatening to destroy it.

Hey girl...YOU struck first...

Oh really? When did I come into your home and try to destroy it?

How about the time you and Zetsubou put a big toxic cloud over the country we live in? Or the time that you threatened to destroy the planet we stand on.

THAT...is not your home. You and I and we don't BELONG here...! This is NOT our home! So why should I care what happens to it?

This place is even more of a home than the world we came from was! Quit talking out your ass!

And even if it wasn't, what makes you think that gives you the right to just...DESTROY all of it!?

Tsumugi...

*Rantaro steps forward.

WHY are you doing all of this!? The Killing Game's aren't real in our universe, but they ARE here! What makes you think they want to see another tragedy!?

Do you think I CARE what people think? I'm the leader of the Ultimate Despair! You think I give a second thought about how innocents are suffering!?

Ah, yes, how could I forget...Tsumugi Shirogane's greatest feat ever accomplished.

Copying a fictional character that she will never be as influential or powerful as...

Tch...! ...I don't want to hear that from the Supreme Leader who doesn't even have an organization.

Oh, you mean the character that you TURNED ME INTO?

The only thing that I ever knew growing up as a kid was ABUSE! Danganronpa gave me an outlet to show other people in that...sick...twisted world suffering...!

Only do I know now that they weren't real people, even if they were played by actors who were none the wiser...That kind of game SICKENS me...!

[spanielonthemoon]

Fujii Maki

[babybluewiki]

the christmas fluff was so cute omg i want to stuff it in a tiny bag and keep it with myself nbvfgyjnbvfgyknow what i was originally just a maki simp too 😭😭😭 but like yuki in the new chapters hassort of AWOKEN something inside me that i cant quite explain koihdcdviuwehjdkjj hence the yuki x reader agenda because if i have to simp for her then so does everyone else!! on the topic of spreading the agenda please one more yuki x reader (with them both being in highschool LOL) eternalmaki-sama 💪

BRO LOL after i wrote that yuki fluff last night she been on my mind the whole day😩

anyways since there was no prompt specified ima just throw in some good ol fashioned passing notes😩 im in highschool LOL so yeah its a lil weird for me to write adults😟(but writing fluff is just fine lol) also ima make F! reader but if u want me to change it go gn reader just ask lol

paring: Yuki Tsukumo x F!Reader

warnings: idk just some cursing and if u cant handle that then idk what to tell u...😭 and also bad ending LOL

Note Passin'

It's already been a long day for you at your very small populated school at Jujutsu Tech. Between having every single class with Gojo and Geto then having a shit ton of math assignments due by next Monday, you thought the world was made just for making you carry it on your back. The weight of the world seemed to lift when you happened to glance over to the left and see a small piece of paper sitting right next to you just before the window sill. Taking it, you un-balled the paper and read the words and figured out it was Yuki Tsukumo's handwriting.

'This class is soooo boring and mr. yaga never stops talking. do u wanna talk about anything?' You mentally read to yourself. There was a small hole between windowsills where Yuki could push small pieces of paper through it and if she blew through the hole, the paper would shoot right on through. You turned around in your seat to find her flashing a smile at you. "No! Quit passing notes while Mr. Yaga's talking!" You whisper yelled before turning back around with a frown. She scoffed then tore another piece of paper and wrote on it before pushing it and blowing it through the hole.

You looked back over and saw the new piece of paper before rolling your eyes than taking your pencil and writing on it after unfolding it.

'Fine. What do u wanna talk about?' Yuki read to herself before a victorious grin stretched on her face. You tapped your pencil against the desk for a few moments before hearing the paper push through the hole.

'what's ur type in women or men? ;)' You read to yourself before scoffing and turning around to face her. She was staring back at you with a smirk before her smirk turned into a toothy grin and she flashed a wink at you. "Seriously?!" You whisper yelled, turning back to face the front then rolling your eyes and writing down your answer on the small piece.

'My type in people, is someone who's not a dirtbag, makes me laugh, and actually has human decency.' Yuki read to herself before chuckling and leaning back in her seat.

She tore off another small piece of paper and wrote on it before pushing it through the hole with her mechanical pencil.

'Since u didn't specify ur sexuality, i have to ask, ass or tits?' Your eyes scanned her words before chuckling and dropping your head on your desk. Mr. Yaga turned to you, along with the few others in the classroom.

"Y/n? You ok?" Shoko asked with a raised eyebrow. Yuki pulled her hand to her mouth to keep her from laughing. You held one thumb then picked your head back up.

'If I had to choose, I'd say tits.' Yuki read then smiled to herself.

'Personally, i would go for ass but i do like a nice pair of titties'

You rolled your eyes and wrote on the back of the piece.

'Good for you.'

Yuki smiled before tearing another small piece then wrote on it and pushed it through the hole. Mr. Yaga was now paying close attention to you so you didn't take the time to glance over and look at it, you just moved your hand over and took it from the windowsill.

'Do u wanna hang out after school ?' You mouthed before rolling your eyes.

'No.' Yuki read before scoffing and leaning back in her seat.

...

Yuki glanced out the window, then tried to pay attention to Mr. Yaga while tapping her pencil against the desk. She bit her tongue to keep herself from saying something out of pocket.

The bell eventually rang for you guys to do whatever you wanted, and you quickly grabbed your stuff then dashed out the door to avoid Yuki. You couldn't wait to get to Shoko's room and secretly fangirl over how Yuki Tsukumo was actually talking to you in class.

---

IDK WHAT THE ENDING WAS EITHER LOLLLLLLL

also 😧 I AIN TRYNA JOIN THE YUKI AGENDA cuz me and my friend have this bet where if i stop obsessing over maki and begin obsessing over sum1 else by senior year then i owe my friend 50 bucks </3

anyways ily!! have a good night/day and stay safe <33

[kirabethstar]

jujutsu kaisen 151, on what maki said

alright ive been forced to come back to this hell site to make this post because i cannot take this maki top energy slander

i want to talk about this panel here, which specifically i’ve seen these two variations of translations from (left is VIZ and right is TCB scans):

while both of these translations are technically correct, the original japanese  says “抱いてやるよ” (daite yaru yo)

抱く (daku) technically means to hug, and it’s conjugated w/ やる (yaru) which means that the action is being done as a favor for someone. another way to conjugate this verb for a similar meaning is あげる (ageru), but yaru is less polite and more condescending (especially in this context). the tone of the sentence is very 上から目線 (“from a high perspective”), meaning that maki is definitely talking down (quite strongly) on naoya; and i think this does come through from both of the english translations pictured above.

but now the part that drove jp twt crazy. 

while 抱く(daku) does technically mean hug/embrace/hold, it can also be understood in a sexual way: specifically, to top (i swear i am not making this up LOL) 抱く(daku) means you are topping, and 抱かれる (dakareru) means you are bottoming — so essentially what maki is saying can also be interpreted as  “i’ll top you (as a favor)”

now, i know this initially seems really out of place in english, but it actually makes a lot of sense given the history of their relationship and naoya’s personality in particular. we all know that naoya has been sexist af and spewing nonsense like women should always walk 3 steps behind men etc. so in some way, reverting that typical male/female dynamic is actually a really great taunt — it’s VERY insulting to naoya’s fragile masculinity lol some ppl have even gone as far as to guess that perhaps its a line that naoya/others have said to maki before (maybe under the context that she has no value except to serve men — but ofc this is all just speculation), and now maki is throwing it back right at him to, quite literally, establish dominance. bottom line is that I don’t think she meant it literally but the reversal of dynamic that the line implies seems pretty obvious and makes a lot of sense as a double meaning addition to the line.

i also saw some of jp twt talking about comparisons with this panel from the manga “kenya kagyou” (disclaimer: i’ve never read this manga; akutami gege references other works in jjk all the time so ppl were guessing this was the manga being referenced here). one character used the exact same form of “shiranui-gata” in sumo and he said “dakishimete yaru,” which usually means “hug tightly”; but here the play on words is instead on the verb “shimeru,” which can also mean to strangle.

anyways, i guess what i’m trying to say is akutami gege could’ve kept this line/used similar variations of it to convey the same “i will hug you (threatening),” but instead chose to use “daite yaru yo.” this specific combination of words really is quite often sexual (i think a good comparison for the degree of sexual connotation is the phrase “netflix and chill” — where yes, it could also mean actually only netflix and chill, but most ppl, even if they dont mean it, are at least aware of the sexual connotation). gege has a history of playing with double meanings a lot (stuff like sukuna’s “魅せてみろ” or “去ね”), so do what you will with that info lol sumo is also a sport in which women are traditionally banned from competing in, so maki taking on this pose w/ the line fits well with the subverting gender roles theme that’s going on as a big “screw you” at naoya 

in conclusion akutami gege said maki tops yall