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batmenstrualcycle · 2 years ago

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Request: "Ohh okay How about just a jealous reader x maki? You don't have to write something sexual. An idea would be that Maki spends a lot of time with Nobara and the reader thinks that Maki has feelings for her?" by @deliaswife <3

Pairing: Maki Zenin x F! reader (i hope u dont mind lol)

(lowercase intended, also maki may seem a little ooc at the end? idk lol, shitty kissing scenes <3)

because i like you.

"senpai, how long are you going to keep staring at zen'in-senpai and kugisaki?"

you didn't know how long you had been staring, you didn't even notice. you considered yourself lucky that megumi pointed it out and saved you from the embarrassment of panda saying it- or god help you, gojo satoru.

you didn't notice yourself staring, however, you did notice that maki had been spending a lot of time with nobara, a first year, after telling her and megumi about the upcoming exchange event. you didn't care at first, you thought it was good that maki switched from panda to nobara, since panda wouldn't stop complaining about how hard maki hits. but then it got continuous. you'd ask maki if she wanted to hang out, and she'd always come up with the excuse: "nobara asked me to train with her today, maybe another time." it pissed you off. you wanted to say something, but you didn't want to make a scene, since nobara is seemingly glued maki's side.

"hm? i've been staring?" you questioned, turning to megumi. he nodded before cocking up a brow. "why were you sending them death glares?" he asked again. it was your turn to cock a brow. "death glares? i was doing no such thing!" you exclaimed before grabbing your training stick from the ground after having it knocked from your hands for the 500th time today due to the fact you weren't paying attention.

"yes, senpai. death glares. what's gotten into you? usually you're all peppy and excited for training." he pointed out, almost to judge you for your readiness to train. you rolled your eyes. "nothing's gotten into me, you're just being weird."

"that's what they all sayyyy." a voice behind you dragged the 'y'. you tuned around to find panda and toge walking towards you, panda sending you a smile whole toge only waved. you gave panda a deadpan expression. "and just what do you mean by that?"

"i mean that you're jealous." the animal held up one finger- or claw- it didn't really matter anyway. "jealous?! of who?!"

"hm..maybe kugisaki? her and maki seem to be spending a lot of time with each other, and i know for a fact that you have a fat crush on maki. and don't even try to deny it! any blind person can see it, whenever she walks in the room, you'd always hide behind me with the reddest face i've ever seen! each time, your face getting more read than the last!"

your jaw dropped as you frowned. a crush? was it even civil to call it that? panda knew of your feelings, as well as toge and megumi, but they didn't really know. you were in love with the girl, and who wouldn't be? she's perfect in every way you could imagine, from her smirk to her walk, and you'd move heaven and earth for that girl if she asked you to.

"i- well, i guess you're right." you sighed as you sat down in the shade, admitting defeat to the victorious and unforgiving sun. panda let out a hearty chuckle. "ah! i knew it! so how do you want to ask her out?"

"HUH?! WHO SAID I'M PLANNING ON ASKING HER OUT?!" you exclaimed, though you were 75 percent sure the two girls across the field heard you. "well, you're not just gonna sit there and stare at her forever."

"i could!"

"and what's that gonna do for you?"

you pouted before letting out a huff. "fine, if staring isn't gonna get me anywhere, then i'd like to see you come up with some master plan to get her to seperate from nobara so i can ask her out."

panda tapped his chin. "that's a pretty tough question..you figure it out!" he answered with a grin that didn't seem to lighten your jealous mood. with a exasperated groan, you crawled up from your spot and got up to go inside.

"wait, where ya goin?!"

"inside, dumbass!"

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later on, after deciding you're not going to be a little pussy anymore contemplating, you headed over to the dining hall to see if maki was there for lunch. sure enough, she was there. sitting at a table. with nobara next to her, as always.

you internally groaned at the sight. it's not that you didn't like nobara, she's a very nice girl who loves to go shopping. you just didn't like nobara hogging maki all to herself.

and you thought she was doing it for all the wrong reasons.

nobara turned away from maki and found you strolling down the hallway. "look! it's l/n-senpai!" nobara pointed to you, earning maki's attention. she lifted a brow to hide the fact her heart began to flutter the second she laid eyes on you. nobara turned back to her. "you like her, right?"

maki's expression turned into a scowl at her words before she slapped her shoulder. "idiot! don't say shit like that out loud! someone might've heard you!" maki hissed while nobara just gave her a smirk. "you should totally ask her out."

"i'm going to! just give me time, damn it!" she hissed once again before pretending nothing happened when you walked in and grabbed your tray to sit next to panda.

"dude! did you hear what maki just said?! she totally likes you!" panda gossiped right as you sat down in your chair. you turned to him with an incredulous expression. "really?"

"yes! she just admitted it, too!"

you still gave him a look of incredulity. "i find that hard to believe." you turned back to your food. panda let out a small sigh. "c'mon, y/n! you're better than that! just give it a try after lunch, alright?" he said before turning to his own food. you rolled your eyes and continued eating.

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while trudging over to your room to go surf the net, you found maki wandering around the halls, too.

"so you're not with nobara this time, huh?" you asked with a smile. she smiled with you and let out a sigh. "guess not." she admitted. her real reason for wandering around this hallway was to try and find you and finally ask you out. that's as simple as the plan was going to get.

"so whatcha doin', wandering around?" you asked. she let out a huff before decided to go for it.

"uh..so, y'know how i've been spending...time..with nobara, right?" you felt your heart drop. was she going to tell you about her feelings for nobara? were you going to have to deal with your heart wrenching, twisting and turning at every word that left her lips? would she reject you before you even asked her out?

you nodded as if you weren't thinking of the worst case scenario. "i know that you're probably wanting to know why.." she mumbled before slumping. you never took her to be the type to be nervous in situations like this (should she ever be in stuff like this), you always thought she'd be tough and confident.

you were miserably mistaken.

her face looked as if she'd been slapped by the sun, her cheeks were painted with a tacky shade of pink, and she still pouted.

you lifted a brow and smiled. "because?" you pressed crossing your arms. she let out a huff.

"because i like you." she said quietly, and you held your finger up to your ear, "what was that? i couldn't quite hear that."

she rolled her eyes. "because i like you." she repeated, this time just a little louder to where she was sure you could hear it. on it's own, your smile grew from ear to ear as a blush formed on your cheeks. "really? you like someone..like me?" you questioned with a lifted brow and pointing your thumb at your chest. she nodded, this time more confidently.

"..you're sure?"

"absolutely." she responded before a smirk stretched across her face. your cheeks began to warm up even more before maki gave you a look that said 'can i kiss you?'

you smiled wryly before reaching up to grab her cheeks and capture her lips with your own, earning a quick gasp from the girl.

her smirk curled even further as you two kept on kissing in the hallway, not giving a damn if anyone was wandering around.

you pulled away, "now the next time i ask you if we can hang out, you better say yes." you demanded before pressing a kiss to her nose. she scrunched it up before chuckling.

"always."

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i love how i wrote all this in one day😍

#maki zenin x reader #maki x reader #maki zenin #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki

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ejzah · 2 years ago

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A/N: This is the third story I’ve written, showing a possible future for Kensi and Deeks. I dedicate this story to all my Tumblr friends, everyone who has supported my writing over the years, and for all Kensi, Deeks, and Densi loving fans.

I will continue to write fanfic for this fandom after the finale as I have many WIPs and more stories I’d like to tell, but this one is to honor the characters I’ve come to cherish and give them the best send off I can think of.

***

We Couldn’t Be Happier

“Oh my god, baby,” Kensi gasped, clutching Deeks’ head against her, fingers anchored in his hair as he gently sucked the soft spot beneath her jaw. He increased the pressure suddenly and Kensi rocked forward, squeezing her legs tightly around his hips at the same time as he thrust upward.

She made a high-pitched noise in response, little tremors starting in her stomach. Deeks grinned into her neck, his own breath ragged, skin slick as he moved in rhythm with her.

“Kensi, look at me,” he said, tipping her chin up to meet his so they were pressed forehead to forehead. Her lips brushed against his with every breath, her hardened nipples pressed against his chest, and as they stared into one another’s eyes, Kensi’s breath caught, her entire body quivering, and clenching around Deeks. He gasped with her, hips thrusting a few more times before he joined her.

Kensi collapsed into Deeks, waves of pleasure still rolling through her. She blindly searched for Deeks’ hands, a little lightheaded, and twined their fingers together. Deeks’ other hand settled on the base of her spine.

“Wow,” Kensi whispered hoarsely, laughing breathlessly as she dropped her head onto Deeks’ damp shoulder.

“Yeah. Not sure I can move.”

“Then I think we did it right.” She gave his collar bone a clumsy kiss. Moving carefully, Deeks laid down, somehow still keeping Kensi cradled to his chest.

“I’m starving,” Kensi said few minutes later.

“Well, somebody was pretty eager to get to the festivities,” Deeks teased.

“Um, I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“Oh no, zero complaints. But I did plan on sushi before you derailed our plans with the extremely enticing words, “I need my sex machine”.”

Kensi groaned, having absolutely no defense, and they both knew it. She let her forehead fall onto his shoulder again with a light thump.

“Look, you know how I feel about those pants on you. It’s like you were teasing me all day,” she defended herself.

“And based on the number of times you explored the contents of said pants today, you didn’t seem to mind. But that’s ok, I can wear my cargo pants tomorrow.”

Kensi lifted her head off his shoulder, mildly alarmed by the suggestion. “Don’t you dare.”

“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought.”

Grinning, Deeks rolled Kensi onto her back, sliding his palms up her sides. Kensi pulled his head down to her mouth, just as her stomach growled loudly.

“Right, food,” he said, sitting up with a sigh. “I guess we better get dressed.”

“Or…” Kensi walked her fingers up his chest. “You could DoorDash,” she suggested innocently.

“I like the way you think Mrs. Deeks. Maki rolls and miso to go,” Deeks said, leaning over to grab his phone.

“Best husband ever. Ooh, and don’t forget the spring rolls and seaweed salad!”

He put in their order, tossed his phone to the side, and rolled back to face Kensi. “It’s going to be about 45 minutes.”

“I think I know the perfect thing to pass the time,” Kensi said, welcoming him back into her arms.

***

9 Weeks Later

Kensi submitted her after case report, closing her laptop with a sigh of relief. Five o’clock could not come soon enough. Usually, she didn’t start feeling the drag of early mornings and long days until mid-week, but today she’d woken up exhausted.

“Hey, I was thinking I could get sushi tonight,” Deeks said, leaning over Kensi’s desk. The word sushi had taken on a knew connotation for them recently, and Kensi felt a hint of desire even though she was sure Deeks hadn’t intended it that way.

“Oh baby, I’d love to, but I’m so tired. I just want to go home and sleep,” she said, yawning at the mention of sleep. She thought about chugging the rest of her coffee, but the idea turned her stomach.

“Still?” Deeks’ playfulness turned to concern as he reached out to cup her cheek, brows furrowing. “You’ve felt off for the last two weeks. Maybe you should go to the minute clinic and get checked out.”

Kensi groaned, not wanting to put in the effort or time required for any kind of medical visit. Yet, she also knew Deeks was right, and he wouldn’t relax until she did.

“Ok, I’ll go tomorrow morning. You can break the news to Kilbride.”

“Gee, thanks.” He made a face, dropping a kiss on her temple. “Alright, I’ll make you some nice soothing chicken soup.

“Mm, with chipotle sauce. And dumplings,” Kensi added, eliciting another face from Deeks.

“With a side of tums.”

“Ooh, or a frittata with extra cheese, broccoli, and paprika.”

“Not exactly what I’d call comforting, but whatever my Ladybird desires,” Deeks agreed, tugging her into his side.

***

Kensi woke up the next morning to an empty bed and the sun shining through the curtains. Rolling onto her side, she found a folded piece of note paper on Deeks’ pillow. She opened it, smiling at Deeks’ familiar handwriting.

“Kensalina, my moon and my stars,

Breakfast is in the toaster, Rosa’s at school, don’t forget your appointment is at 9.

Love,

Your charming and adorable husband.

P.S. Kilbride says get better fast or else.”

Kensi rolled back onto her pillow, rubbing her hands over her face. By the time she and Deeks got home last night, she’d been so tired she’d fallen asleep before dinner. Thank god Deeks had been shouldering all the slack, because she’d really been dragging the last couple of weeks.

She pushed up on her elbows, wincing when her stomach cramped unpleasantly. Great, just what she needed on top of a virus. Dragging herself into the bathroom, she opened the small cabinet under the sink, grabbing a box of tampons.

Last month she’d luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, missed her cycle altogether. As the thought ran through her head, Kensi’s eye landed on a smaller box of pregnancy tests tucked almost in the corner. She froze, a dozen little details clicking into place all at once.

“Don’t be crazy, Kensi,” she muttered to herself, even as her recent exhaustion, unusual food preferences, and random bouts of queasiness made sense.

Shoving the box to the back of the cabinet, Kensi stood and jerkily yanked off her clothes, heading for the shower. She’d been here before; every time she’d convinced herself that she was finally pregnant, the tests were negative. She wasn’t going to put herself, or Deeks, through that turmoil again.

Her shower was far less enjoyable than she’d anticipated. Her thoughts kept circling, a constant debate between what she wanted and what a half dozen doctors had confirmed would require wishing on a star, magic beans, and an act of God. She could not get pregnant. That was simply a fact and no amount of stress or mild viruses could change that.

She climbed out of the shower, eyes drawn to the bathroom cabinet again despite her best efforts. Muttering at herself, Kensi hurried into the bedroom, pulling out clothes and tossing them on the bed. She dressed mechanically, putting her t-shirt on without thinking and giving a perfunctory glance in the mirror.

After that, she headed into the kitchen and filled a tumbler with coffee from the fresh pot Deeks had left warming, adding some cream. The breakfast Deeks had promised consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast, but she couldn’t even think of eating right now. She scooped it all into a Pyrex container, more for the distraction than because she planned to eat it later, and then wiped down the counters—which were already fairly spotless thanks to Deeks’ cleaning obsession.

That left her with a whole half hour before she needed to leave for her appointment. It wasn’t enough time for a workout and she didn’t really feel like it anyway. So, she headed back into the living room, straightening the already neat throw pillows (damn, why did Deeks have to be such a wonderful neat freak?), gathered a few of Rosa’s abandoned school supplies into a pile, and reorganized their dishes into an arrangement that was neither particularly useful or aesthetically pleasing.

“Damn it,” she sighed again when she checked her watch and only ten minutes had passed.

This was ridiculous. She might as well confirm what she already knew so she could stop obsessing over it. Stalking back to the bathroom, Kensi grabbed the box of pregnancy tests, setting them on the counter with a smack, and tore open one of the little foil packets.

A few minutes later, she sat on the closed toilet, foot tapping relentlessly on a tile, eyes glued to the strip carefully placed on a piece of paper towel while she waited for her phone alarm to countdown from ten minutes. She’d forgotten how absolutely anxiety-inducing the entire process was.

What was she thinking? It was beyond stupid to put herself through this again. Thank god Deeks had already left. She couldn’t imagine getting his hopes up again. Or worse, seeing his lack of hope.

Watching his optimism slowly disappear with each successive negative test, each fertility appointment with sympathetic doctors, and more aggressive treatment, had been almost more agonizing than her own pain.

The sharp chime of her alarm startled her out of her musings, and she jerked, fumbling a little as she rushed to silence the noise even though no one else was around to hear it.

Shifting forward, she picked up the strip, then froze. Kensi stared at two fully red lines, vibrant stripes of color on white, not quite processing them. She ran her fingers over the spot, as if the evidence might be a figment of her imagination. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh.”

Then she dumped out the rest of the box, grabbing two more strips. Another ten minutes later, she held them both in shaking hands, staring down at the pair of equally vivid red lines.

Pressing her free hand over her mouth, she sank to the floor, back against the wall, tears of joy and shock leaking down her cheeks.

Laughing a little hysterically, Kensi grabbed her phone, and found the number to the minute clinic.

“Hi, I need to cancel my appointment.”

***

Kensi was positively giddy as she led Deeks into the house, a sleep mask obscuring his vision. All she’d told him was that he couldn’t come home from his surfing group until 5. When he arrived, she greeted him at the door with the aforementioned sleep mask and a mysterious smile while she blocked his view to inside the house.”

Despite his curiosity, Deeks didn’t object, letting Kensi lead him by the hand.

“This is certainly an intriguing addition to date night. I didn’t realize we were going kinky. I would have worn my leather pants,” he drawled, grinning down in Kensi’s general direction.

“I can’t promise kinky, but I do think you’ll be surprised,” Kensi commented, still sounding unreasonably upbeat. She leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “And you know I become unhinged when you wear those pants.” Then she slipped the mask off with a flourish.

Deeks blinked a couple times, the room darker than he’d expected. All the curtains had been drawn, giving the illusion of late evening. The furniture had been moved from the living room, their dining table and chairs now placed in the center of the room, and topped with the best dishes they owned and tapered candles which created a warm glow.

His mouth dropped open slightly as he turned back towards Kensi. “You did all this?”

Kensi shrugged, seeming pleased by his reaction. “I may or may not have had a little help. I think homemade gnocchi is a little outside my current cooking skill set. Sorry.”

“No, this is amazing, baby,” Deeks said, drawing her in for a hug. “I’m just curious about the occasion.”

“What, I can’t spoil my husband?” Kensi teased. She brushed a curl put of his eye, looking up at him fondly, and something else he couldn’t quite read. “Here, come sit down.” She pulled out one of the chairs at the table, retrieving something from next to her place setting while he sat.

Kneeling in front of Deeks, Kensi held out a narrow box and an envelope.

“Ok, now I’m confused and a little concerned. Are you firing me?” Deeks joked, truly nervous, though he couldn’t say exactly why.

“No.” Kensi shook her head. “Open them.” She nudged the box towards his right hand and he took it hesitantly. He lifted the lid, revealing a cushion of blue tissue paper inside. Shifting it to the side, he frowned at the contents, then inhaled slightly, fingers stuttering over two strips.

“Kensi, is this—these look like pregnancy tests.” His voice broke on the last word and he had to clear his throat. He looked up, unable to conceal his confusion, hope, and disbelief.

“Yes, I’m pregnant,” she confirmed, laughing wetly as Deeks shook his head slowly, silent in his shock. “Baby?”

He didn’t say anything, just pulled Kensi into his arms and held her as tightly as he could, moisture filling his eyes.She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him just as fiercely. Turning his head, he captured her mouth in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t believe this,” he finally managed.

“I couldn’t either, but I’ve got about a dozen of these things that say otherwise.” Kensi held up one of the tests, with its two red stripes.

God, he remembered the hundreds of times when they’d prayed and begged for a positive test, only for it be negative.

Deeks closed his hand around Kensi’s, tucking it close to his chest. She cupped his cheek with her other hand, that same delight, tinged with disbelief, in her eyes.

“How?” was all he managed.

“I mean, I think it was probably a product of date night number two.” She winked suggestively. “Um, but the other day when I was supposed to go to the doctor, I found the tests, and I decided to take one. I thought I was being completely ridiculous, but once I thought about it, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. And then when the first one was positive, I had to take about five more. Every single one was positive.”

“You told me you got a clean pass at the doctor,” Deeks said, too elated to be upset by the mild deceit.

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you right away, but I had a few things I needed to do first,” Kensi apologized.

“Like planning an extravagant dinner?”

“That and, this.” Kensi nudged him gently, offering the envelope again. “You should probably open it too.”

Wiping at his eyes, he slit the envelope open, removing a single sheet of paper. He squinted at the small font.

“Dear Admiral Kilbride,

Please accept this letter as my official—”

Deeks broke off again, looking up with even wider eyes than before.

“Kens, this sounds like a resignation letter,” he whispered hoarsely.

“It is.” She laughed again, this time the sound full of joy. “I’m ready.”

“You’re sure? This is a huge decision. And with the—the baby. God, I can’t believe I just said that out loud. It’s a lot of changes.”

“I am,” Kensi said, and for once she didn’t hesitate in the least or sound discontent. She cupped his cheeks, eyes soft again. “This has been coming for a really long time. This,” she pressed her hand over her stomach. “was the final push I needed.” She kissed him lightly. “I have everything I want and need.” Pausing for a second, she brushed her thumb across his chin, nail gently scratching the short hairs there.

“What do you think?”

“I think…that this is amazing, and unbelievable, and yes, yes, let’s do this. Let’s resign and have a baby and all the amazing, terrifying, beautiful things that come with it,” he rambled in his giddiness. They kissed again, Kensi clinging to his neck.

“I’m so happy,” she whispered in his ear.

***

“Hey, are you ok? You’re looking a little…grayish,” Deeks said, watching as Kensi paced from one side of the living room to the other.

“I’m fine.” She did another lap. “No, I’m not.” Tossing her head back, she groaned, rolling her shoulders. “I feel so bad about telling Rosa.”

Coming up behind her, Deeks gently guided her back against his chest, and started kneading the base of her spine.

“Baby, it is going to be alright. Rosa is an amazing young woman. She’s not going to be angry.

“Yeah, I know she’s great at rolling with the punches, but this is different,” Kensi stressed. “She didn’t sign up for a newborn sibling waking her up in the middle of the night or hourly diaper changes. What if it’s too much? You know she’s not the type of kid to scream and shout and make a big scene. I’m afraid she’ll try to hide how she feels.”

“Then we’ll make sure Rosa knows that while a lot of things are changing, how much we love her isn’t,” Deeks told Kensi, reiterating the conversation they’d had multiple times in the last three days. “We’ll check in with her too to make sure nothing’s changed. Make sure to spend extra time with her when we can.”

This certainly wasn’t a concern they’d ever imagined having when they decided to adopt Rosa. While he would never, ever change any of this, it did complicate their lives just a little bit.

“No, you’re right, I’m overthinking things.” She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, posture reminiscent of a yoga pose. “Ok, let’s do this.”

Together they walked over to Rosa’s room. Her door was open, Rosa perched on her neatly made bed, head bent over a pad of drawing paper. Deeks rapped on the door jamb and she looked up with a smile, gesturing for them to come in.

“Hey, you got a minute?” he asked.

“Sure! I was just practicing one of the new techniques I learned in art class.” She held up the outline of a figure sitting on a bench.

“That’s looking great!”

“Thanks. I still need a lot of practice, but it’s getting easier. So, what’s up?”

“Rosa, there’s something we wanted to tell you,” Kensi began.

“Is it something bad?” she asked with slight wariness. “There’s not another rogue detective in the house is there?”

“No, nothing like that,” Deeks assured her. “It’s something we’re very excited about.” He gave Kensi an encouraging glance, automatically reaching to hold her hand, to provide support.

“We’re pregnant,” Kensi shared cautiously, barely pausing as Rosa’s eyes widened.

“I thought you couldn’t get pregnant,” she said in confusion.

“That’s what we thought,” Deeks told her, sharing a look of consternation with Kensi. “Look, I know this isn’t what you expec—”

Rosa threw her arms around them both, her head ending up sandwiched between his and Kensi’s.

“I’m so happy!” she exclaimed, giving Kensi her own hug before switching to Deeks.

“You’re not upset?”

“Of course not. I know how much you and Deeks wanted a baby.” She smiled shyly. “And I always wanted a sibling.”

***

1 Year Later

Deeks walked along a tree-lined path, pushing a two-seater stroller in front of him. Ahead, Kensi and Rosa were finishing getting breakfast from a small food truck. It was a perfectly sunny weekend, lots of other families running around the part, enjoying the warmth.

He heard a cooing sound from stroller, and pulled the top cover back, peering down at the two babies laying inside, one with wispy blonde curls and the other with hair a few shades darker.

“Hi Sophia!” Deeks said cheerfully to the tiny blonde. She responded by tilting her head back, eyes widening with delight.

“Gah,” she called out, pointing imperiously at him. Her brother, Caleb, watched, but seemed content to chew on the front of his shirt.

“Oh, does daddy’s little girl need to be picked up?” he asked, grinning down at her. Sophia blew a raspberry, which he took as a yes. Moving around to the front, he unlatched her safety belt, and scooped her up into one arm. “What about you, Mr. Caleb? You need a little snuggle too?”

Caleb kicked his legs excitedly, giving a gummy grin as Deeks picked him up too. Cradling a baby in each arm, he swayed while humming “For Baby” softly to them.

The twins had come a few weeks early, small, but perfectly healthy and beautiful. To say that Kensi and Deeks were stunned that they were adding not one, but two little Deeks-Blyes into the family was a massive understatement.

Still, they wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Neither would their many bonus aunts, uncles, and grandparents, who spoiled them outrageously.

“We have returned with bagels!” Kensi announced, drawing Deeks’ attention from the babies. She carried a large paper bag while Rosa held a carrier filled with coffees.

Kensi immediately set the bag on top of the stroller, reaching for Sophia and Rosa took Caleb.

“Mama missed you,” he heard Kensi say, carefully lowering Sophia into a controlled dip that had the baby giggling uncontrollably.

Now relieved of babies, Deeks began examining the bagel selection. He found a bacon and cheese with avocado which he put aside for Kensi, a cream cheese on onion, and finally a chorizo, egg, and cheese.

“No, Caleb,” Rosa protested holding one arm in the air as he made a desperate grab for her iced coffee. “El cafe no es para bebes. And you can smile at me all you what, I won’t change my mind.”

“Trade me?” Deeks asked, offering Rosa her sandwich in exchange for Caleb. She considered it for a second, side-eyeing Caleb, who was gumming a round little fist.

“Fine,” she conceded. “But don’t think that means you get him indefinitely.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Settling Caleb against his chest again, he sighed contentedly, smiling at Kensi.

“What?” she asked around a massive bite of sandwich.

“Nothing, I’m just happy,” he replied.

“Mm, me too.” She leaned over, pecking him on the lips, then thumbed away a speck of cream cheese from his cheek.

“Don’t worry,” Rosa said to Caleb in a confidential tone. “They’ve always been like this. It gets easier to accept with time.”

“And I wouldn’t change a thing,” Kensi whispered, stretching up to kiss him more thoroughly.

“Love you, Fern.”

***

A/N: I hope this story felt complete and satisfying to you all.

As always, I had to include a little John Denver with my reference to his song “For Baby (For Bobbie).

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Rosa Reyes #fluff #very light smut #light angst #did I mention it’s fluffy?#future fic #twins #finale fic #Densi’s happily ever after #ejzah fanfiction

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bengiyo · 2 years ago

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Me, My Husband & My Husband's Boyfriend Eps 1 -5 Stray Thoughts

This is an unusual release schedule, giving us five episodes now and five more later. Still, I'm curious what TV Tokyo does with this, since they also gave me What Did You Eat Yesterday?

Episode 1

Man, Japan just really knows how to start a show. You can feel the strained optimism of this poor woman in just 30 seconds.

This has barely started and I feel claustrophobic. Misaki's friends have no idea how unhappy she is, and what is this incredibly pained look she shared only with Maki?

Oh, they may have been in lesbians with each other. This is already fraught queer angst.

Ah, it feels like it might have been just Maki.

You know someone is up to something when they fake sleep when their partner comes into the room.

That's right, girl. Blog your problems.

I tell you, I hoped I would avoid teen pregnancy when I was a teacher. I was wrong.

Poor Masaki. She and Yuki are just not in alignment when it comes to intimacy. Now she only has one day a year to look forward to for marital sex??

Nice use of Dutch angles when Masaki sees the kiss.

Episode 2

My goodness, this was an intense opening scene in how Misaki immediately starts to try to suppress everything and bargain her way into an explanation that doesn't spell the end of her marriage. Yuki doesn't lie, but he's already hurt her deeply.

I hope that's not the product placement we're throwing away.

I'm so sad about this nice dinner going to waste.

I agree with Misaki that what happens next with their relationship should be her choice, considering he's been making lots of choices without her for a while.

The coworker seems kind. She can tell that Misaki is masking.

Yo this old dude shoulder checked the fuck out of her.

I was not expecting to see Honda Kyoya again so soon after Jack o' Frost, but I'm not going to complain. However, if Shyuuhei is an artist like Ritsu was, this offers up a fascinating lens into a potentially alternative story.

It is correct of Misaki to put distance between a student who expresses romantic interest in her.

This is a lot. I feel for Misaki. Not only does she need to reckon with the fact that her husband is gay and seeing someone else. She also has to contend with it being her former student who still wants to be with her, who knows that he's been hooking up with her husband.

The transitional shot after Misaki's hyperventilating looks like it might be in the same spot as the intro for Midnight Diner.

Through sheer confidence and will alone, Shyuuhei is going to get both of them.

Misaki leaving to probably go to Maki is valid, though I feel bad for Maki, too.

Episode 3

I already like Daichi and the house dynamic Maki and he share.

I was kinda excited about what changing homes might do for Misaki, but I appreciate her wanting to clear things with Yuki first.

I wonder if Yuki might be aro-ace spectrum. Seems like he wasn't aware of his potential attraction to men before he married Misaki?

Honda Kyoya is honestly so pretty.

Look at this, TV Tokyo has me watching a man and woman kiss and such in BL when I got none of this in What Did You Eat Yesterday? They're even open mouth kissing when the men haven't done so! I'm salty!

And here I was hoping that it really was just a pregnancy scare. Now Satou hasn't been coming to school.

I'm gonna need Masaki to go out with this veteran teacher.

What is the truth with Satou!

Shyuuhei is with Satou, too? And he went in her raw? She said he was only a year older, so is he 19? GODDAMN

Someone is always spying and taking goddamn pictures! You just gonna anonymously meddle? Own your actions!

Episode 4

Trigger warnings: Discussion and prevention of suicide in this episode.

This is so messy. Shyuuhei has such a hold over Yuki, who doesn't desire his wife physically at all.

Daichi's family's apples are enormous.

What is she to do with all these apples?

Oh, Yuki, I really just can't with the continued lies. Something has to give.

Is the spy the other teacher who wanted to get a beer?

Well, Shyuuhei is way out of line, but he's not wrong about Misaki's marriage.

Ah, the spy was the other teacher, whose name is Misumi. At least she's confronting him with her qualms.

Interposing the conversation with Misumi and the interview with a woman talking about her gay husband's death makes the point loud and clear.

I think Honda Kyoya is well-cast here. He has an ethereal quality that I think works really well for Shyuuhei.

Wanting to disappear is a question I get on mental health surveys, and Shyuuhei seems way too comfortable talking about suicide.

Episode 5

Trigger warnings: Discussion and prevention of suicide in this episode.

I'm really glad we saw Honda Kyoya in Jack o' Frost first. I find myself wanting to dig into this performance just as much as I want to understand the character. Polyamory is hard; I don't think I'm built for it. I like how sympathetic they're making Shyuuhei feel through his earnestness, even if he's giving me red flags in so many other areas.

This scene of the first meet between Yuki and Shyuuhei is making me sad, because I don't think we've seen Yuki be this intent on Misaki.

Okay, taking them to a place to disconnect briefly is much better than where I thought this was going.

Misaki suggesting they all live together was an excellent scene. The way the camera pans through her dialogue from her being alone, to her and Yuki, to her and Shyuuhei, to finally all three of them works so beautifully. Then having her be nervous and struggling to crack an egg perfectly underscores her uncertainty.

I love Misaki. I'm glad we're letting her uncomfortable feelings come through clearly. This isn't the life she thought she was getting, but she's trying to make the best of a difficult situation.

Furukawa Yuki is so good. I remember again why Restart After Coming Back Home sticks with me as we see the range he's shown this episode.

I like the ground rules Misaki established. They don't realistically expect Shyuuhei to help with expenses now, but she wants to make sure he's contributing to the maintenance tasks and is at least working in his field.

Hotta Akane is also doing a great job. She completely performed the complex nervousness, relief, and bemusement she felt at seeing Yuki clearly relaxed in the house again for the first time in a while, and also the strange sense of attraction she felt at Shyuuhei expressing his feelings to her again.

Final Thoughts at the Midpoint

I think it was an excellent call to release this show in two batches. It's covering some complex emotional places that I don't think the audience would be able to take in stride each week for two months. Giving us the chance to go through this at our own pace and trying to connect with the characters feels like the right call.

I'm looking forward to the back half of this, and I find myself hoping that however they all end up, they all find what they need for their own sense of fulfillment.

#me my husband and my husband's boyfriend #japanese bl #bl series #tw suicide #Watashi to Otto to Otto no Kareshi #Ben watches

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ultfreakme · 10 months ago

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Hello, I'm new to the jujutsu fandom, I've already watched season 1 of the movie and I'm in season 2 of jujutsu, I also follow the jujutsu manga, I liked your tumblr and started following you, I like your analyzes and you make me understand more jujutsu, thank you. I have a question, don't you think Sukuna is a boring villain, sorry, but he's too annoying, even Mahito is more interesting than him and it's impressive that Mahito gave more weight to the work than Sukuna, Sukuna killed Gojo and his death It had no significance in the work, it's something terrible, I think the author got lost.

Ah thank you so much! Glad the blog could add to the JJK experience!

Personally, I am getting a little tired of Sukuna never being phased. I'd understand his constant victories if we got more insight into his Cursed Technique but we still have no explanation for what he is and how he came to be, very little Sukuna info has been unlocked since the beginning so it feels kind of frustrating for me.

I can't tell what the author is thinking, but I think the number of deaths is getting to us as readers. People just keep on losing and dying with little impact on those that are alive. Deaths had a huge impact at the start of the story. Like S1, Junpei's death shook Yuuji so bad that he entirely changed his way of thinking. But he only knew Junpei for like a day. So when characters like Nanami, Nobara, Gojo and many more people that Yuuji has known for months die, I think equal levels of impact is expected on Yuuji.

But that doesn't happen.

We don't know Yuuji's mental state after witnessing his teacher die. The excessive focus on fights without slowing down to let the characters grieve or process what they've seen is likely impacting how we see Sukuna, his fights, and his powers.

Like why wasn't Yuuji freaking out more when Higurama died? What was he really going through when he saw Higurama and got reminded of Nanami? A moment's pause, just focused on the grief of that could up the stakes and make Sukuna, if not interesting, at least someone we can hate more.

Emotions and character interactions are what gives a story stakes. We care that Gojo died not only because he's the only person who can stand up against Sukuna, but also because he is someone we connected with emotionally from S1. His death will make characters we love devastated.

When you take away the emotion, the sense of loss and don't show that, the fights become boring. Yuuji's still moving and seems to hold the same attitude as the beginning of Culling Games while fighting Sukuna right now after witnessing multiple deaths.

You could say he's hardened his heart and has gone numb to everything but that's speculation as readers, it'd be way more meaningful if we see Yuuji falling into that kind of state, or be shown to have some kind of emotion and reaction.

My one big critique for JJK is pacing. It's fight after fight after fight. Okay, bad take when the manga is literally called "Sorcery Fight" but I am no stranger to manga/anime entirely focused on fighting (I've read a weirdly high amount of martial arts and hand to hand combat manga). Even in most fight-centric stories, we get breaks, we get characters talking to each other. Like how come we STILL haven't gotten a proper, extended interaction between Yuuji and Yuuta that isn't a fight? Has Yuuji even spoken to Maki? How does Ino feel about Choso?

I think it's why I enjoyed the Yuki v Kenjaku fight more. The fight was interspersed with moments of character interaction.

No stakes and impact makes it boring. Sukuna's the most dangerous villain now and he keeps defeating people without proper explanation or faltering in any real way so like, why would we care? Sukuna's going to win against anyone that isn't Yuuji, so what's the point? It used to be fun for me to try to understand how Sukuna does the things he does. I still enjoy watching him beat the shit outta people but i do admit it's getting tiring.

Sure, the CT and Domain expansions whenever an improvement is shown are very cool but it'd help if we could slow down a little and talk about the character interactions. Honestly Sukuna himself can remain a mystery but our MCs should get more backstory and emotional moments.

#riki asks #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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missingn000 · 2 years ago

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tpg question: in ch.18, why did maki reveal to gojo that toji is not her biological father?

because in ch.11 she wanted yuki to continue believing that toji is her real father, so i assumed that she wanted everyone from found family to be the same.

was it an honest mistake or because she already suspected that gojo knew about toji’s true origin back then?

yo, thanks for this question!! she revealed it to him for a few reasons -- you're right that one of them was because she suspected he already knew the truth. she figures he probably knows way more about toji than he's letting on, considering their violent history.

right before maki reveals that she knows the truth, gojo admits to her that he's the one who gave toji those scars and wiped his memory. maki had already kinda guessed gojo was the one who did that, and in this scene gojo confirms it because he can't bring himself to lie to her. maki immediately notices how horrible it makes gojo feel, and that he feels extremely guilty over receiving toji's parental love and care despite hurting him in the past.

she sees herself in gojo. she knows she's not toji's daughter, and once felt like she was undeserving of his love because she takes advantage of his misconceptions. take a look at the conversation that happens right after her confession:

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Maki flinches hard. “Yeah,” she admits. “I know.”

Gojo chokes on his own anxiety. He whips head over his shoulder, but Toji seems too preoccupied with whatever Yuki is saying to notice. “Does--does Toji know you know that?”

“I told him when we first met, but he didn’t believe me,” Maki begins. “Since then...we haven’t really talked about it.”

And how could Gojo possibly blame her for that? The closer he became to Toji, the more Herculean a feat it seemed to come clean. He’s wondering what it’d take now to get him to confess his sins, to nail himself to the cross. If anything. Maybe it’ll all just blow up in his face.

So all he can think of to ask is, “Do you feel guilty?”

Maki lifts a shoulder in what passes for a shrug. “I used to.”

“I still feel guilty,” Gojo tells her.

There’s a short silence before Maki replies simply, “Don’t.”

Gojo tilts his head. “Why not?”

A chilly nighttime zephyr passes between them.

“I think he deserves to give love as much as we deserve to get it.”

maki admitting she knows the truth is her way of reassuring gojo that receiving toji's love despite everything is still valid. gojo obviously isn't toji's biological kid, and feels hesitant to let himself accept toji as his parent because of his guilt -- by confessing she also isn't toji's biological kid, she's showing gojo that they're in the same boat and equally deserving of calling themselves his children.

this scene is also the first time maki acknowledges gojo as her big brother. it's an important moment for them getting closer as siblings and confiding in each other. there are some things siblings tell one another that they just can't tell their parents, but being there for each other as they carry the burden of those secrets lifts some weight off their shoulders. because of that, their bond is truly special.

hope this answered your question!! thank you for asking!!

#thanks again for this cool question!!!#tpg

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 1 year ago

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Rage Fire Institution

Accelerating. 34.

Tatsumi had offered to pick up anything Maki thought he’d need over the next few days, Maki turning him down almost too bluntly before making a break for his dorm room. He didn’t know what to say. He’d let Tatsumi talk all the way back from the research wing, simply because he didn’t know the right words. Stripping down, the alpha climbed into bed, enjoying the coolness of his sheets against his warm body. Tatsumi was an omega. It played on a loop in his head. Maki wasn’t exact mad, if anything, he felt nothing bad about being taught by an omega. It didn’t matter one’s dynamic, as the dynamic didn’t make the man… yet… okay, so maybe he was slightly mad that he’d not picked up on it himself.

Everything made sense. Even Tarva made sense. Tatsumi was an omega and he was an alpha, of course their worldviews would be different, and now he understood what Tatsumi had meant weeks ago. It couldn’t have been easy for Tatsumi to throw himself into a military career… Yet he had. He’d gone after what he’d wanted and hadn’t let his dynamic hold him back. No. Thinking that way seemed too shallow. Tatsumi was a hell of a pilot and really knew his stuff. From the start he’d manipulated him, and maybe used him for his own means, but their dynamics didn’t matter between them. Tatsumi was Tatsumi, and he was simply Maki. They’d been forced together by Skylark, yet made an actual friendship out of it.

His head was too full. If he didn’t need it, all he could do was ignore it. Tatsumi the man was teaching him to pilot, not seducing him or forcing him with his pheromones because even if all of this had come as a shock, he knew Tatsumi was the kind of man who wouldn’t do something like that. Last night had been a blip. A small blip where Tatsumi couldn’t have controlled himself when his emotional state upset his pheromones, and he’d been the one to decide to stay with him, because his friend was hurting, there was nothing more to it. If the same happened with Fleur, he’d have done the same thing, pheromones or not.

With all these questionings on his mind, Maki surprised himself by managing to doze off. His nap interrupted as the door to his room slammed open, startling him away. Standing in the doorway was Li, a bag hanging off his arm and worry on his face

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?! Never fear, I’m here now!”

Being unable to come into the alpha dorm, Tatsumi must have let Li know so that he could keep an eye on him. Drowsy from his shot, Maki half sat up then gave up, knowing he’d look pathetic to his friend

“I’m fine, it’s only a small fever. I was sleeping until someone came flying in here”

Li laughed happily, closing the door behind him then bringing over the bag he’d brought to Maki’s bunk

“My bad, man. Here, I got some stuff together for you. Wait, you’re not contagious, right?”

“Idiot, I wouldn’t be here if I was. Nah, it’s just a fever, you didn’t have to worry”

“Of course I did. I’ve got food, painkillers, cooling pads and electrolytes. Do they know what caused it?”

Maki couldn’t admit that it was Tatsumi’s pheromones sending him prerut. The only thing bigger than Li’s heart was his mouth

“Fatigue. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Class is over, my man. Move up. I’m here to make you feel better. Man, you had me worried when you didn’t show for class today”

“Tatsumi dragged me off to get a medical. The man’s a tyrant”

“You’d know better than me. You didn’t miss much. I don’t think we learned anything important”

Making an actual effort to sit up, Li finally threw himself down in the spot vacated by his legs, slapping him on the thigh

“You really look like shit. I’m not going to come down with anything, right?”

He’d already thrown his clothes in his locker from the night the before, so unless Li went physically sniffing them, his best friend was safe

“Nah. I told you, fever brought on by fatigue. It’s no biggie. You can head back if you want”

“And leave you to suffer alone? I think not. I brought my headset too, I didn’t know if you wanted to play games or whatever. It’s gotta be boring stuck in bed”

Seeing he’d been sleeping, there’d been no chance for boredom to kick in. Now that Li was there, it might actually work in his favour, provided he could find the right opening

“I’m sure you’d rather be with a girl than stuck with my sick arse”

“Girls are definitely cuter. But alas, none of them have caught my eye”

“Not unless it’s to punch you for hitting on them”

Li faked wounded, clutching at his chest dramatically

“My man, you’re too cruel to the Li Love Machine. I have plenty of room in my heart for them and for my best bro”

“Great. Thanks. I’ll remember that the next time you force me on a group date”

“Hey, that’s for your own good. Someone has to look out for you. Here, eat, you need your strength”

Pulling everything out the bag, it was all from their school. Maki thought Tatsumi would have had a hand it, feeling relieved when he didn’t. Laying the spread before him, the alpha didn’t know where to start, Li deciding for them both as he popped the lid on the sushi tray

“I don’t know about you, but I can’t go past sushi when I’m sick. Dad used to make it for us when we were little and it’s like a taste like home. Plasticy, slightly stale, delicious home. All the hyper processed nutrients a body could need in one convenient bite. Right, I got you a fork, it’s easier than chopsticks when you don’t feel great, but I have a spoon too if you’re feeling that bad”

Li was being so kind to him that Maki found he couldn’t ask him what his experience of omegas were. Picking a piece from the side of the box closest, Li rolled his eyes at him

“Or we could do that. Ah, I swiped some fever suppositories too, the kind you stick up your arse. They’re supposed to be good”

If Li has said that a moment later, then Maki would have choked on his sushi. He’d only just decided not to go there, and now Li had thrown the perfect opening in his face

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really thought about sticking anything up there”

Unperturbed by the swing in conversation, Li stuck his piece of sushi in his mouth, talking with his mouth full

“Neither have I. Maybe it’s an alpha thing? I mean, I might if I had the right partner… The only thing I’ve had stuck up my arse is Andes boot”

“It can’t be all an alpha thing. Plenty of people do it. We’re not in some archaic society where alphas have to be on top. What about alpha alpha couples?”

Li chewed quickly, swallowing the grabbing another piece

“I don’t know man. Why the question?”

“Because you’re the one going around telling me to stick things up my arse”

His best friend cackled

“Alright, I brought that on myself. I don’t know, I guess that’s up to you. Alphas pop knots and that’s gotta hurt, but apparently it feels amazing, so I don’t know”

Omegas didn’t, nor did betas. Tatsumi seemed the type to go either way… it still seemed like it’d hurt

“Isn’t that because of the pheromones?”

“Yeah, but how does that work when you’re on suppressants? Besides, Fleur’s marrying another omega, so maybe it’s not all that?”

Fleur would have been the ideal person to ask. He wouldn’t have talked… but Maki had even less of an idea how he was going to casually bring that up in conversation

“I’ve got no clue. I really haven’t given it all that much thought”

“It’s supposed to feel good when you hit that spot… I know I brought it up, but no more butt stuff. I’m clenching thinking about how much it hurts after a large shit”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about your bowel habits over dinner, don’t you know I’m ill?”

“You still could have given me the heads up. I would have come with you”

“It’s fine. You had to go to class. Are you sure there isn’t anything I should be worried about?”

“Nah. You know what they’re like “blah, blah, blah, stop staring at your comms and do some work” and “Mister Kang, you won’t die of loneliness without Mister Sato”. What would they know?”

Maki felt uncomfortable at the throw away joke. He didn’t want there to be a time where Li was lying there dead. He didn’t want to see the body of his best friend and be helpless to do anything. He didn’t think he wanted to know what that felt like at all

“Li, you’re my best friend. If I die before you, you’ve got to promise me you won’t come to my funeral in a hot pink suit”

“Rude, but fair. You’ve got to promise me to wear one to mine if I do”

“I’m only going to say yes because it’s you. You’re a really good person”

Li cocked his head

“Are you dying? You’d better not be dying”

“Idiot, I’m not. A fever isn’t going to do me in. I’m trying to tell you that a mean a lot to me”

“I know that already, man. Death is too depressing, on the other hand, this sushi is great. It’s everything you want from mass produced canteen sushi”

“It’s not bad. Want to play games after this?”

“Oh, bro. I thought you’d never ask”

***

Maki gave up sleeping. Now the lights were off and it was time to sleep, his brain was awake all over again. Lying on his stomach, he’d realised he could look up everything he wanted to know about omegas. Everything was out there if you had the time and patience to sort through the junk. He’d spent the last half hour watching omega/alpha porn, and still wasn’t sure he could see himself doing that with Tatsumi. Most of the omegas were short and small, with slim builds and non/descript faces. They weren’t tall, trained pilots, with a clean jawline and brown eyes hidden behind tinted glasses.

Being a young man, Maki definitely felt something in his junk, but nothing that was really doing anything for him. He’d watched one video where the omega had been in heat, but their whining had turned him off. The omega really seemed to be enjoying taking it up the arse, while the alpha rammed him so hard Maki was sure the omega would fall straight off the table. He knew how intense a rut could feel, so sharing it with an omega had to be even more intense. Society could build millions of androids and robots, even those whose sole job is pleasure, but they could never really replicate that instinctual need to breed in a machine that couldn’t.

Besides, sex with Tatsumi wouldn’t be that way. He had a feeling Tatsumi would be wild, bossy, and know what he liked and how he liked it. He’d coyly spread his legs, almost mocking Maki before he’d take him. He’d not want to knot because it’d take control from him… Maki would never force a knot on his partner without permission, but Tatsumi would be stubborn about it. He’d say no, then tease him for not knotting him.

Realising where his mind had gone, Maki quickly turned off his headset, throwing it away from him and folding in on himself. He felt like he’d gone and violated every omega out there. Tatsumi didn’t ask to be an omega, and there he was looking at porn thinking of him. Why did they have to nearly kiss? Why did Doctor Kim describe all the things he felt now that he and Tatsumi were friends? He was friends with Fleur and he’d never thought about him that way. Seeing Fleur was engaged and had been in a long term relationship, he had to have been sleeping with his partner. Did he put it in or did he take it?

What if Tatsumi was the kind of man who… who wanted to do those things to him? Maki had had sex before, but that was him putting it in… Could it really feel good to be the one receiving it? What if he was bad at it? What if he whined too much and Tatsumi got sick of him being such a cry baby? He’d started out wanting to understand how it felt for omegas and turned into a sexual deviant too damn fast. Did Tatsumi have these thoughts? Had he scented him this morning? Did he even care if Maki was leaking pheromones? Had he smelt him in the library? Tatsumi was probably used to alpha pheromones and thought nothing of it.

Maki was the one with the problem, not Tatsumi. He was the one rattled by a little pheromone leak… because he’d been the one summoned to the principals office. He was the one who told them that he had it under control. Doctor Kim was nice and didn’t seem as if they’d dob him in… but just because he’d gotten off this one time, didn’t mean it’d happen that way the next time. He’d never attacked an omega. He’d never thought of jumping an omega. He didn’t want an omega. He’d passed omegas in heat and sure, his alpha brain perked up, but he’d never wanted to touch them.

So how did face Tatsumi now? Now that he’d watched porn? Now that he’d half seen an omega male giving birth before deciding that definitely wasn’t something he was into. Now that he’d seen so many omegas having sex… He’d wanted to understand, yet in the same way as knowing Tatsumi’s team had died in front of him, the information was too much. Tatsumi was probably sleeping peacefully. Dreaming about whatever it was he dreamed and blissfully ignorant to the hell Maki had plunged himself into.

Tatsumi was his friend. Why did that have to change? Tatsumi hadn’t changed. He hadn’t suddenly presented. He was still the same nag as always. He’d not shown any sign of feeling that way towards him. So that had to mean Tatsumi wasn’t into him. He saw Maki as friend. A fellow pilot. Not a pheromone dispensing device like a sleep pod. And while he might deny it, if Tatsumi had had his estrus 2 and a half months ago, then… then he probably had a partner to help him with it… which would mean they could continue to be friends? Yeah. Of course they could continue to be friends. All Maki wanted to do was learn to pilot… so what if his teacher was an omega, Tatsumi wasn’t the only omega teacher on campus. He’d never outright denied his dynamic and lied like he was pretending to be a beta, and now he knew Tatsumi he didn’t think the man was ashamed to be an omega, it was more like he just didn’t need to bring it up because he didn’t see himself as defined by his dynamic.

None of this meant anything if he wasn’t going to act on it, right?

All over this overthinking had to come from his body verging rutting then having it suppressed. He was overthinking. He and Tatsumi were friends and if he changed how he acted simply over their dynamics, then he’d be the arsehole. He knew now, and he wouldn’t make a big deal about it. That’s what he’d do.

***

With Maki’s training postponed, Tatsumi kept himself busy. He triple checked over the mods on the Erebus, and booked it in to be painted the following week. The omega had a fair idea what had happened with his friend, but hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it seeing Maki hadn’t come at him for accidentally releasing pheromones as they’d slept. His shirt collar had smelt of cherries, and the deep earthy scent he’d woken to was Maki’s pheromones responding to his. It’d been a blunder on his part, now Maki couldn’t train so the least he could do was keep making preparations for the competition.

Still, triple checking the mech didn’t take up all his time. Tatsumi forcing himself to go about his day as if it were normal. Sleep. Shower. Run. Shower. Class. He’d intentionally kept himself from pestering Maki to rest, though he knew his friend wouldn’t be having a fun time having been injected with suppressants straight into his gland. When they’d parted, Maki had been cold, and Tatsumi hadn’t pushed it. Packing his things up as his applied physics class came, his teacher waved him over. It wasn’t that unusual. Everyone knew he had one foot in the pilot wing and one in the research wing, and that he acted as a go between the two almost every day. Passed a note, it told him he was to head to the principal’s office instead of his next class. A sick feeling settling into his stomach as he smiled and thanked his teacher.

As far as Tatsumi knew there was no need to meet with the principal. Everything for the competition was running as smoothly as it could with a team of researcher students who were always looking for flaws and problems with their designs. If the plans hadn’t already been submitted, Tatsumi was sure they’d have changed mods a hundred times by now.

Leaving the research wing, the omega headed across campus, trying not to turn away. The only other thing he could think of was Maki. Maki wouldn’t have lodged a complaint against him. Tatsumi was fairly sure of that. Lodging a complaint would potentially upset his chances at competing. But that didn’t mean one of his roommates hadn’t. Suzu had been confident enough to send the alpha back to his dorm room, and Tatsumi trusted entirely that the shot administer would have been in line with the school regulations… however, every alpha was different. The doses were pretty standard, but what worked for one may not work for another.

If Maki’s rut had come, he’d have set off his roommates natural territorial instincts. It was for similar reasons that Tatsumi didn’t share a room with any other omegas, and not because he was a returnee pilot. He’d often thought that a roommate may have been good for him in a social sense, given he’d spent so long rooming with others in the military. As much as he didn’t want to doubt Maki, he could also see why Maki may have been forced to speak up.

Reaching the administration building, Tatsumi had a short wait before finally being called in. His heart somewhere in his boots as he tried to keep himself in check, entering the principals office with the same amount of nerves he’d had when he’d been a student. Finding that they were the only two in the room relieved some of his tension momentarily. If Skylark was there it could have meant he was there in Maki’s place, yet at the same time, the nature of the conversation and the seriousness could explain why it was only the two of them.

“Mister Hikaru, welcome, come in. Please take a seat”

The smile on the principals face didn’t quite reach. Politeness. Not affection. Nothing was given away by tone either. Tatsumi returning the smile with a polite smile of his own

“Thank you. Your note said you wanted to see me, but not what it’s about”

Taking the offered seat, Tatsumi could remember every single time he’d been called there as a student for making trouble. He’d been an arsehole and unfortunately the school system hadn’t had a new principal since his days there.

“I want to double check the schedule for the competition. I see you’ve booked an additional 6 seats for travel and three more rooms, I wanted to understand why”

Ah. Tatsumi’s sick feeling lifted. This wasn’t related to Maki, but rather his addition to the travel group set to go to Alma Tan for the competition

“Right. It seems we have our own cheer group. As we both know Rage Fire hasn’t participated in a number of years. Some may mock our school. I felt inclined to accept the offer of a small cheer squad to show other schools that we are taking this as seriously as they are. Cheer squads are permitted within the competition arena”

His principal sighed slightly, leaning back in their chair

“I did read that was why, but as far as I knew we didn’t have such a “squad”. Did you not think it pertinent to come to me before making such a decision? Who even came up with the idea?”

“Kang Li. A friend of Maki. Mister Kang was overly excited over his friend being selected as the trainee pilot to assist in the development of our school mech. Having met with the research team, he easily became friendly with them. It was his idea that we show school spirit and our gratitude towards their project. That Maki is his friend did affect his decision obviously, yet I feel he would have been keen to pursue the idea anyway seeing everyone is excited over this”

Tatsumi didn’t bother trying to hide the fondness in his voice. Li was a force of his own. He tended to see the best in people and bring it out in them. He may have not quite gone over as well as Tatsumi would have the principal believe, yet he felt that Li would be the right kind of man to provide comfort too should they be knocked out early. He was the kind of man to be knocked down then get right back up again smiling. When he’d let Li know that Maki was ill, he immediately went to making plans to visit him with food. Tatsumi firmly believed that the school needed more students like Li.

“I know I’ve given you a lot of leeway, but don’t forget who employed you when you were out on your arse. This should have been run by me in the first place. If you want these extra students to join, I expect to meet with them all. Also, you’ll be in charge of making sure they are dressed appropriately and represent our school correctly. Any disobedience or damage incurred by them will be coming out of your paycheck”

As long as the travel, uniform, and accomodation cost weren’t. 10 research students, two teacher chaperones from the research wing, Skylark, 3 pilots, and now 6 members of the cheer team… he’d have to sell both his mechs to cover a cost that large. Tatsumi nodded politely

“Yes, sir. I’ll meet with Mister Kang and ensure his team understand they are exceptionally lucky to be there. Is anything else to discuss?”

“No. I think that matter is closed for now. Now, Mister Sato, are you quite certain he will be able to perform? By rights a fourth year student should have been allowed to participate instead of a second. I hope you’ve been making progress keeping him under control”

Maki didn’t need someone to keep him under control, he just needed a little nudge to keep his head down and the competition had done that. Tatsumi wouldn’t let his friend fail, no matter the cost to him or his health

“Mister Sato understands he can be replaced at any time should his behaviour slip. I have him training with both fourth years, as well as against me. We will have him ready in time. In addition, the cheer squad carries many replacement pilots”

“Good. He’s your responsibility, not just here, but in Alma Tan. If he causes a disruption, I may have no choice but to cancel your contract with us”

“That won’t happen. He’s made real progress in piloting and with his attitude problem. Once he enters into full training, I will be keeping him on military schedule”

“And his grades?”

“He will keep them up. His work must be completed satisfactorily before he pilots. He knows this”

“See that it is. I will admit that there has been less complaints about him over the past few months. Some suggested you and he were engaged in a relationship”

Tatsumi bit back sighing. He definitely felt a lot like he was there getting in trouble again for shit that wasn’t his fault

“No sir. I will not deny that my initial selection of him was my way of keeping him in line, but he’s the one putting in the hard work. None of his actions have been influenced by my being an omega. Besides, I have enough on plate without bringing frivolous romance in”

Unexpectedly, the principal gave a chuckle

“No, I suppose not. Even when you were here you were always looking towards your military career. You and Kaji gave us all quite the headache. I’m glad to see your more grounded than when you left us”

“The military will do that to you. If you can’t get your shit together real fast then you’re stuffed. I wish I had listened more”

Flashing a bitter sweet smile, the loss of Kaji didn’t need to be gone into further by the principal. Kaji had been in the office almost as many times as him… His best friend would always stand up for him, and Tatsumi would always bicker and never let Kaji take more than his fair share of blame. Being school head couldn’t have been easy with students like that. His employer’s tone softer

“Don’t we all. Hikaru, I expect a hell of a lot from this. It’s not us but the students that will suffer if we fail here”

“I understand. I’ve read the submissions and I think while the students may find it challenging, all of them will find the experience eye opening. I won’t be slacking on their training in the slightest”

“Good, good. You can get out of my office now. I expect to see cheer submissions on my desk by the end of the week”

“Yes, sir”

As Tatsumi was leaving the administration building, his comms chimed. Opening his messages he found Maki had messaged. Tatsumi immediately opening it, not thinking enough to be nervous over the alpha reaching out.

MakingGood: What did you do this time?

ThatLoneTree: Nothing?

MakingGood: You were in the admin building. You better not have just quit. I’ll kill you myself if you have”

Tatsumi snorted. Maki had more to worry about than him.

ThatLoneTree: No, grandson. I was discussing Li’s cheer team. He has to have a meeting with the principal.

MakingGood: Why? What did he do?

ThatLoneTree: Got himself a ticket to the competition with 5 others. We’re officially going with a cheer squad. How did you know I had a meeting?

MakingGood: My roommate told me. I’m shocked Li is allowed to come.

ThatLoneTree: You can report to your roommate that there’s no gossip. You’re supposed to be resting.

MakingGood: I’m bored.

ThatLoneTree: Then go to sleep. Make the most of it while you still can.

MakingGood: I was doing my homework.

Tatsumi’s feet had stopped when he’d gotten his message from Maki. Having him standing near the administration building smiling would probably be creepy. The omega starting back towards the research wing. He couldn’t go check on Maki, nor would he call him out to talk just to see if he was okay. Maki might not be able to rest at the moment, so working on his homework was a good thing. Tatsumi replying

ThatLonePine: Don’t let me stop you.

MakingGood: Too late. We can’t all skip class and fall behind.

ThatLoneTree: I had no choice. It doesn’t matter how old you get, getting summoned to the principal’s office is still scary.

MakingGood: I never know what to say.

ThatLonePine: Neither do I.

When Maki didn’t reply immediately, Tatsumi figured he’d said the wrong thing. He made it all the way back to the research wing before his friend finally replied.

MakingGood: At least you weren’t in trouble.

Tatsumi wanted to thank Maki for not dobbing him in, yet didn’t want to make things awkward for the man. He wouldn’t talk about it unless Maki wanted to.

ThatLoneTree: Technically I was. I submitted the paperwork for the cheer team without securing permission first. If anyone messes up I’m stuck paying for the damages.

MakingGood: Fuck the school. Shouldn’t they be promoting this shit?

ThatLonePine: It’s a fair point. I think the idea of back up pilots was one that couldn’t be overlooked given it’d take a bit to get a pilot there in time.

MakingGood: If you’re trying to be reassuring, you suck.

ThatLoneTree: I probably do. Do your homework.

MakingGood: My brain hurts. Someone bailed before we could finish economics.

He hadn’t bailed, he’d been concerned. Maki was friend and he could tell when he couldn’t concentrate.

ThatLoneTree: Forgive your grandpa for worrying. If you give me 5 minutes I can call and help you over the phone.

Tatsumi increased his pace to rushing towards his lab. He wanted to talk to Maki, to hear his voice and try judge if he felt better. By the time he’d rushed to his lab, Maki had replied.

MakingGood: Call me now. I’m in dire need of distraction.

Happy that nothing had changed between them, Tatsumi did as he was told and called his friend.

#ashratherose #omegaverse #mpreg #a/b/o #yaoi #rfi #rage fire #rage fire institution #mecha #mech

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OMGGGGG FIRST OF ALL TYSM FOR ANSWERING MY ASK! IS SUCH A HONOUR AAAAAA

I find your oc so fitting in the jjk world that I couldn't ignore all the depth you gave him it was too good to ignore!

Also, after reading your answer, I've realised that I used male pronouns the whole time while you used neutral ones at times, and i think even the feminine ones.

I wanted to first apologise about that since I assumed he uses the male ones (although I think it would also fit his character to comfort the gender norms and not identify himself as either male or female and just leave it to anyone's interpretation)

You did this perfectly when Michi was talking to Utahime. It wasn't straightforward, but it was implied that Michi might not feel comfortable with his assigned gender due to a possible trauma (I still can't believe I was right)

That was so smart. How subtle it was, but how it made me jump when I reread it and realised it the layers under Michi's words.

Another thing I like about your fic is how raw and cruel it is SUBTLY

characters like Utahime and Gojo would lecture Michi for being weak but they wouldn't guess that Michi was a sexual assault victim in like a hundred years so they come off as ignorant. Michi also doesn't meet the standard definition of a sexual assault victim. He doesn't act like victims are supposed to act. He doesn't go cry in the corner.

This is the life of a lot of sexual assault victims, and let me tell you the way you portrayed it was so genius IM JUMPING AND DOING CARTWHEELS AS I WRITE THIS CUZ!?!?!?

It's just so on theme with jjk. I just wished gege wrote a character like Michi and explored the life of a character who's between Gojo and Geto since he likes doing morally grey characters and a character like Michi could've been perfect (the only character that comes close to Michi is Noritoshi Kamo

(they have a similar past and relationship with their mother, but gege never explored him more [he could have also explore the topic of resentment with him utterly I guess he had enough with Maki and Toji but still] :'(

Again, I'm not over the fact that you considerated how out of touch Utahime, Gojo, and Geto are of the real world sometimes. Their ignorance / nativity just FUCK it's so real and FUCK even Michi falls at that too and doesn't even notice it at times despite how aware he is of his trauma.

At the end of the day, they were all victims of the adults who failed to protect them, the adults that used them as tools and throw them away when they fail to do what they believe they were assigned to do for their rest of their lives.

After all, being a Jujutsu sorcerer, having the strength to protect the weak, doesn't give you the courage to leave that dirty world (Nanami showed us that, you can't be a normal teenager / civilian once you involved yourself with the Jujutsu world, it's a curse that follows you until your last days. Geto showed us how it consumes you and Gojo, despite being the strongest, was not given the choice to live as anything but a tool [not even after his death]) Wether your humanity like Geto or dehumanise yourself like Gojo OR you chose who to safe / empathise with like Michi (and Megumi, they're similar in that aspect) you'll get your value as a human stripped away from you and nobody, not even the victims themselves, will bat an eye for it.

One last thing, this will be short, but this was RAW, a very hard pill to swallow. It's even hard to read it because, sadly, Michi's reality is someone's reality too in our world and that. fucking. SUCKS.

I do think Michi feels lesser compared to other people because he was assaulted, but it's less that he feels lesser as a man but more like he feels lesser as a human being because he's been so thoroughly dehumanized. People have treated him as lesser too, either by blaming him for being too weak to fight back his abusers, or just ignoring his pain entirely. If Michi doesn't feel like a man, it's because he doesn't even feel human so he doesn't feel like a man or a woman, and if he's dressing or acting like a man or a woman in the moment that's more like a costume. It's very hard for him to feel natural in his own skin "to be a man".

(Okay, im done. Sorry for this long ass post. I barely added anything new to what you've already said on your answer(which was very complete and added a lot to Michi's character!), but I just can't stop gushing about your writing. It's not enough appreciated, so I had to make this post and bring attention to it😔🙏)

TY AGAIN FOR ANSWERING ME!! NOW I'LL KEEP READING YOUR FIC AND SUFFER MORE

(suffering in a positive way obvi lol)

hi... it's me again ( ˙▿˙ )

I'm still reading the first part of your jjk fanfic (I'm starting chapter four), and after rereading the chapters I've got to the conclusion that your oc Michi might have been s*xually abused or had something happened in his past that relates to that. I think that because of this:

(from right to left)

Michi got quite defensive about how Geto empathised with the dead men from the love hotel, even though Geto never said anything bad about prostitutes in general. This showed to me that:

1) Geto can be empathic with anybody

2) Michi is empatic but selectively

I love this. I love this kind of dynamic!

BUT, what made me believe that Michi could have been abused or had to see a loved one getting abused (what would still cause him some kind of trauma: low self-esteem, for example)

Was when he was talking to Utahime and said that he felt more comfortable around women.

Since jjk does talk about misogyny and how in every misogynistic society tends to see women as weak / unreliable when there's strength / intelligence involved I believe it was very smart of you to write that Michi feels like a woman. Since he's weak, and that's a trait a misogynistic society would attribute to women, he feels like one, like a woman.

(Again, I might be reading too much into it since he grew surrounded by women, and he could just feel more comfortable around them)

But I feel like you went on another level here!

Showing once again how Michi, just like the rest of young sorcerers (Gojo, Geto and Utahime) are just victims of the Jujutsu world, which washed their brains into making Gojo believe that he's a tool and Michi, due to his weakness, he's relegated to the position of a weakling like Utahime, who both of them get mocked by the stronger sorcerers (Gojo and sometimes even Geto).

NOW, misogynistic society, the topics of sexual assault are discussed, and Michi reacts defensively about it. He feels more comfortable around women. He even feels like one at times!

Getting sexually assaulted is something that is quite associated with women in misogynistic societies where, if a man goes through that, he'll be mocked about it since "that only happens to women"

Since Michi is a victim of the Jujutsu world and Japanese misogynistic culture (and misogyny harms men too) I think it could be possible that he doesn't feel like a real man beacuse his surroundings made him believe so:

-> He's weak, that's something to be embarrassed as a man

-> And not only that, if I'm right, he had been sexually assaulted therefore is even lesser of a man compared to the rest

This is just a theory. I still need to read the rest (thankfully, it's already finished, and I don't have to wait for the next chapters 😭🙏)

But I wanted to let this out because I think it would be really good forshadowing for you oc!

Again, I could be wrong, so I'll go read the other chapters left and see how wrong i was haha :p

Thank you so much for the comment friend, your comments are so thoughtful and well-written. You've now unlocked the secret author commentary. I'll be responding to your asks one by one, I just had the most to say in response to this one.

Michi got quite defensive about how Geto empathised with the dead men from the love hotel, even though Geto never said anything bad about prostitutes in general. This showed to me that: 1) Geto can be empathic with anybody 2) Michi is empatic but selectively

Your observation is absolutely correct. Michi has absolutely no sympathy for abusers and sees them as inhuman and deserving what they get, which as a pacifist and humanist I personally disagree with. At that time too, Geto was struggling with his obligation to protect "the weak" which meant protecting everyone not just picking and choosing who to save. Michi is a bit, revenge obsessed, for a better word, they see themselves as someone who strikes back against abusers when they're really just a very traumatized child.

Michi is also deliberately there to contrast Geto, and Gojo, he's also a bit of a halfway point between the two of them. Gojo has like no empathy for weak people because he can't connect to them. Geto has empathy for everyone, to the point where it eventually drives him insane and tears him apart inside and almost empties it out until there's nothing left. He's so filled with emotions that Gojo doesn't even understand how someone like him can live in this world. And that's the rub, he can't, Geto can't live in this world and be happy.

Michi is alienated from everyone around him due to his past trauma. He experiences the same disconnect as Gojo, but almost for entirely different reasons. Gojo because he feels above everyone, and Michi because he feels beneath everyone. While Michi is also capable of feeling a deep empathy, but only for victims. Michi is also full to bursting with feelings like Geto, but unlike Geto who can be warm and comforting for people like Gojo, Michi is filled with mostly hurt feelings.

BUT, what made me believe that Michi could have been abused or had to see a loved one getting abused (what would still cause him some kind of trauma: low self-esteem, for example) Was when he was talking to Utahime and said that he felt more comfortable around women.

Okay, so this is only ever implied in the fics but I'm just going to confirm it here in my author's notes since you are right.

The backstory in my head is that Michi basically ran away from the Gojo clan after his mother died, and he basically lived in the streets and was picked up by a man who offered him a place to stay for his body. He probably went through a few men like this before landing with someone who at least seemed stable even if he was still abusive. Michi stayed in that bad relationship for several years and only left it, when he was invited back to Jujutsu Academy, and he only became a sorcerer to gain money to free himself from an abusive relationship.

It's extremely graphic so it's never going to be explored in the fics.

nce jjk does talk about misogyny and how in every misogynistic society tends to see women as weak / unreliable when there's strength / intelligence involved I believe it was very smart of you to write that Michi feels like a woman. Since he's weak, and that's a trait a misogynistic society would attribute to women, he feels like one, like a woman. (Again, I might be reading too much into it since he grew surrounded by women, and he could just feel more comfortable around them)

You are close, I'll also cover this in the author's notes since I don't like having characters explain their gender by looking at the screen and saying "this is how I feel about gender."

You are right in that Michi feels like a woman and he feels deep empathy for women because of the way women are treated like property, used and discarded by a misogynist society. Michi essentially, identified so heavily with his mother, with her pain, that he felt more like a woman than a man.

However, even though Michi empathizes with the pain of women to the point where he became a woman, he also finds strength in being a woman. Gojo's idea of being strong is being someone untouchable who is never hurt and never loses. Michi's idea of being strong is being someone who can endure everything, and still love. Michi's mother was her greatest protector for the first ten or so years of her life, she associates her mother with safety and so her becoming a woman is also like putting on armor.

Getting sexually assaulted is something that is quite associated with women in misogynistic societies where, if a man goes through that, he'll be mocked about it since "that only happens to women" Since Michi is a victim of the Jujutsu world and Japanese misogynistic culture (and misogyny harms men too) I think it could be possible that he doesn't feel like a real man beacuse his surroundings made him believe so: -> He's weak, that's something to be embarrassed as a man -> And not only that, if I'm right, he had been sexually assaulted therefore is even lesser of a man compared to the rest

This is a really excellent observation again. You're a good reader. I hope you don't mind if I add onto it.

A big thing with Michi's character is that yes men aren't seen as sexual assault victims. So, characters like Utahime and Gojo would lecture Michi for being weak but they wouldn't guess that Michi was a sexual assault victim in like a hundred years so they come off as ignorant. Michi also doesn't meet the standard definition of a sexual assault victim. He doesn't act like victims are supposed to act. He doesn't go cry in the corner.

Geto on the other hand at least understands that there's something wrong with Michi and starts paying close attention to him, because Geto is the opposite of most people in the Jujutsu World. He wants to empathize with weak people. He's the only one who cares for Michi's point of view and this becomes more obvious as the fanfic goes on.

Michi is a man, and a woman. They are what you'd call x-gender.

Of course, he doesn't really feel like a man or a woman either. To Michi gender is a costume he wears to protect himself. Gender is a performance. He becomes a woman, and it's like wearing armor. That's just Michi's unique view on gender though I'm not speaking for all people.

Michi definitely leans more towards being a woman than a man. It is in part, because when she was victimized, she was victimized by a male predator who saw them as a man. On the other hand, it's less that he feels like he's too weak to be a man, but rather he sees masculinity as something inherently toxic and doesn't want to be like that.

That's not true of course that's just how Michi sees it as someone who was thoroughly abused by a man. This is also to contrast with Gojo, who despite being as queer as Michi and in love with a man basically perfectly embodies the straight cis male paradigm that's held up as the gold standard of Jujutsu Society.

If Michi doesn't feel like a man, it's because he doesn't even feel human so he doesn't feel like a man or a woman, and if he's dressing or acting like a man or a woman in the moment that's more like a costume. It's very hard for him to feel natural in his own skin "to be a man".

Thank you for sending me your wonderful thoughts, I'm working on responses to your other comments as we speak.

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wintergojo · 3 years ago

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Hi this is my first ask ever so I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right hehe XD I really love your dad!gojo and baby seishi works! Could you maybe do one where baby seishi gets a cold and gojo and reader try their best to calm down since it's his first time getting sick? Thank you!

omg anon this was actually one of the things on my list of drabble ideas ^0^ i was so excited to write when i saw this! :DD and can i just say i feel honored to be the first one to receive ur ask and that u love my fics? 😭😭 and dw there's really no format for them :33 (aside from being polite hehe)

i’m also sorry this was mainly focused on fever instead of cold, it’s bc i read that colds in babies normally has fever as the symptom and the actual cold starts after 3 days (although i cut it short here) but i still hope u enjoy this! 😚😚

cold cold cold (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

tags: tbh idk what genre this is (hurt/comfort? angst? fluff? help me pls), slice of life, just bby gojo getting sick and his parents worrying, mentions of sickness, death

wc: 2.9k (what drabble)

navi

additional note: i was actually debating whether to write seishiro as 5 months old or 13 months, but i thought 5 months would be better since they would be very new dumb parents & seishi is kinda more vulnerable at that age bc his immune system's still weak (makes them more scared) hehe

how did it come to this?

yesterday seishiro was still his energetic 5-month-old self, actively attempting to roll around and lift his head as both his parents encouraged him on. he even had enough strength to try sitting up without any support.

yes, you and your husband took him outside in the middle of winter. but it was just for 20-30 minutes to get some fresh air on the balcony.

you both made sure he was wearing layers and layers of clothes to protect him from the cold and the wind. satoru even made sure your little baby was wearing the viridescent mitten maki gave, a cute tangerine-colored bonnett nobara gifted, a pink fluffy earmuffs given by yuuji, an indigo bootie chosen by megumi, and a very thick and warm baby blue blanket you spent your whole pregnancy knitting.

yet the next morning both of you were woken up at four a.m. by the crying sound of the boy, a drastic difference from how he usually wakes up at seven a.m. without any fuss. just a toothless smile showing his tongue and a little flailing upon seeing his parents hover their face over his bassinet.

since the cot was on your side, satoru allowed you to get the baby and was about to fall back asleep when he heard you curse under your breath upon checking seishiro.

the sorcerer instantly gets up and scoots over to your side, slowly getting filled with anxiety.

the room has no light in it except for the night lamp you turned on, but satoru could see the worry starting to brew in your eyes.

"i think he has a fever, 'toru. he feels hotter than usual. what do we do? what do we do? we haven’t learned anything about this, we couldn’t even attend parenting classes, we’re not prepared at all, what if… what if–" you started panicking, lifting the crying seishiro off the crib and holding him close to your chest as you tried to shush him.

your husband frantically moves his arms around the both of you, not knowing where to put his hands nor who to hold.

"deep breaths, baby. we read about this in parenting books, remember?"

"who cares about those stupid books?! just hurry up and tell me what to do. ohmygod ohmyg–” you were cut off by seishiro crying even louder, prompting you to shift your focus back on him and settle him into a more comfortable position. “shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama and dada are here, okay? don't cry."

satoru stills. racking his brain to try and remember the contents of the chapter 'my infant is sick for the first time and i'm a shitty parent, what's next?'

he can't.

his mind is filled with too many worrisome thoughts over the possible outcomes of his son's fever to even recall what he read.

your husband pulls himself back to reality. no. he needs to think of what to do now to help his wife and his little dumpling. he refuses to even think about how this could possibly end badly.

shoko.

“i’ll call shoko! she’ll know what to do.”

the father grabs his phone from the nightstand and swiftly dials the doctor. his former classmate will most likely shout at him for calling at this hour and frankly, satoru doesn’t really care. the promise of free booze will be enough to appease her.

he waits for her to pick up while nervously pacing around the room, eyes never leaving his normally docile son he’s never been so afraid to touch. the in-depth thermography his six eyes can see is more than enough for him to tell how high the boy’s temperature is from the color vermillion spreading through his little forehead to the bright orange hue in his neck; a contrast from his mother’s pale orange face and blue cheeks.

satoru flicks the room’s light switch on and turns up the thermostat. it doesn’t matter if he or you gets too hot, seishiro needs to sweat more.

shoko answers at the eight ring, her voice obviously laden with sleep. “it’s freaking four o’clock in the morning. what do you want?”

“seishiroissickandwedontknowwhattodotellushurryup.” he all but let out all at once, pacing faster as he anticipates shoko’s directions.

“huh? what did you say? and is that seishiro i hear crying in the background?”

your husband takes a deep breath. he’s letting his anxiety get the best of him.

“seishiro has a fever and he won’t stop crying. we don’t know what to do.”

the white-haired sorcerer hears some shuffling in the background and the click of a switch. “have you taken his temperature?”

“no. we kinda focused more on making him stop crying.”

shoko’s sigh makes its way to his ears before her instructions for satoru on what to do. the man intently listens, asking some questions in between and engraving every word his friend says to his brain.

when the call ends, he sees you looking at him with hopeful eyes. “what did she say?”

“shoko said we should check his temperature first. i'll get the rectal thermometer, honey. hold on for me, okay?" he leans closer to you and the boy in your arms before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he then slowly raises his large hand to caress the back of seishiro's small head filled with little tufts of white hair and flinches upon feeling how warm and sweaty the 5-month-old is. he feels like he just touched a metal park bench in the middle of summer.

nevertheless, the father still presses his lips onto his son's forehead and mutters 'wait for dada, okay, dumpling?' in an attempt to soothe him before abruptly standing straight and darting his head around the dim room, trying to remember where you keep the rectal thermometer.

"we keep one in the bathroom's medicine cabinet!" he hears you urgently whisper-shout amidst your son's woes.

your husband instantly teleports into the ensuite bathroom in a hurry, not even bothering to walk. he comes back in less than a second and sees you gently laying seishiro on his back, slowly unzipping his furry snorlax onesie as you sing him lullabies you both know calms the baby down.

he recalls shoko's words. wipe the tip of the rectal thermometer with cotton and rubbing alcohol. make sure it's clean and dry.

the father's moves are swift and accurate, not permitting himself to make even one small mistake as he follows the doctor's instructions. put a small amount of lubricant on the tip. ("what kind of lubricant?") anything but butter. if you have petroleum jelly that'll do.

satoru dips his knee onto the bed while holding the newly cleaned thermometer and vaseline before tenderly stroking his son’s head as he joins you in singing. seishiro's cries were instantly reduced into light sobs, puffy cerulean irises instead focusing on his father as he calmed down.

you finish taking out the baby’s feet and hands from his clothes while your husband lightly dips his hand from the vaseline container to get a small amount of the product. without satoru telling you anything, you softly raise both of your son’s thick little legs together, exposing his bottom to the father.

just when he was about to insert the thermometer, seishiro's cries once again resonate throughout the room, expression twisted in what looks like agony as he babbles and tries squirming his legs held up by his mother.

your husband effectively halts his own movements, hesitation visible in his eyes as his shaky hand continues hovering in front of your baby’s naked buttocks.

"you won't hurt him, 'toru. it's okay." your calm voice makes its way to him and he sees you gazing at him with eyes teeming with reassurance.

he takes a deep breath.

the sooner i get this done the faster my dumpling can feel better.

after that 4:00 a.m. what-to-do crisis, shoko sent both you and your husband a list on what to do and what not to do with your sick baby. one of the things on top was to give seishiro an acetaminophen to lower his temperature and pedialyte to avoid dehydration which—despite the abundance of all sorts of pain reliever medicine in your home—you do not have.

so at the crack of dawn in the middle of a snowy winter, your husband ran to the nearest pharmacy wearing his evergreen silk velvet pajamas and his 70,400 yen cream-colored gucci off the grid sandals to get probably everything the pharmacist recommended (judging by his baggage when he came back panting before dropping everything in bed) from medications to cooling patches to suppositories.

the doctor also said to bathe seishiro in lukewarm water and change him into lighter clothes (which you did, dressing him up in a short-sleeved romper) with a reminder to not bundle him up in blankets (you mentally note to give the doctor a generous gift when you see her), as well as to monitor his temperature regularly (which your husband did like a maniac, unbuttoning his son’s crotch every 30 minutes and sticking the thermometer to his backside to the point that you had to reprimand him).

you and satoru never left him alone, nor could you both manage to even be at least one meter away from him. right after his morning bath and giving him his fluids, you lulled seishiro back to sleep right in the middle of you and your husband as you watched him the whole time, monitoring the slumbering baby for any signs of discomfort.

when his lunch time came, the generally big-eater seishiro refused to drink your boobie milk nor the baby formula when he was so eager to suck in the morning (satoru was very jealous). shoko said it was normal for him to lose appetite and not force him to eat but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

“baby?” you hear your husband’s wary tone call you out from the living room while you’re chopping some carrots. you turn to your back and try your best to peek on the kitchen’s cased opening to get a look at your husband crouching down in front of seishiro lying on the couch. “what is it, ‘toru?”

his voice was still cautious when he responded, “i think our dumpling’s getting sick again?”

you dropped the knife, rushing to satoru’s side before crouching down as you touch your baby’s forehead. he wasn’t as warm as he was roughly eight hours ago although there’s some clear snot dripping down his nose. he’s looking at the both of you with cerulean eyes full of contempt, as if he absolutely hates his parents for taking him outside yesterday and putting him in his current misery.

"why does our son look like that?" the man on your left asks, slowly raising his hands to get the 5-month-old's mucus with his fingers and wiping them on your apron (you don't notice). seishiro glares at him even more upon seeing what his father did.

you answer his query with another question, "you think he hates us?" you too then lifted your hand before straightening your index and folding the other four. at this, your baby’s frown instantly smoothened, transforming into his usual smiling face as he raised his small appendaged and held the finger in his still-warm fist.

your husband hummed. “i don’t think so,” he tried copying what you just did, but seishiro just looked at his father with disdain and tightened his hold on your finger. satoru pouted and dejectedly muttered, “probably just his dada.”

you lovingly caress the man’s back in comfort before sighing and wiping another blob of mucus dripping from your baby’s nose. “i think he has a cold now,” you sigh as you continue, nuzzling your face into your husband’s neck and whispering, “i don’t know what to do anymore. i’m getting so worried about him…”

your baby seemed to have heard and understood your words, judging by his tiny little hand gripping your index with a little more force and a whimper falling out of his lips. his teary eyes became focused on his mother as the corners of his mouth turned down and his eyebrow furrowed. he also started babbling aggressively.

satoru rests his chin above your head, wrapping his right arm around your form before moving his hand up and down your torso. "i'll call shoko again, baby. it doesn't seem bad this time."

"thank you, 'toru. i'm going back to the kitchen." you give him a peck on his cheek before raising yourself a little and bending over your baby who still refuses to let your finger go. "mama's going to cook, okay? dada will take care of seishi."

over your son's nine day of sickness, you and your husband acted like freaks continually obsessing over your baby. you were two nervous first-time parents riddled with anxiety, fearing for the countless possible outcomes of his sickness, especially the worst of them all—death.

you remember clearly how terrified you were on the first day, when seishiro's fever was 38.8°C and he was hot and fussy and obviously in pain. you were so, so scared. you were sure your husband was too.

seishiro was back on his bassinet located at the side of your bed, asleep after all the ruckus that occurred at the break of dawn. your husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, intently observing him; his six eyes pushing themselves over the limit as he traced every surface of his dumpling's face and body for any unusual signs.

you on the other hand was inside the crib, lying on your side with your upper arm flat on the mattress, head resting on your upper arm. your left hand was softly caressing the boy's smooth warm face, hoping it would keep him calm until his usual wake up time. you wanted to hug him so badly, to let your little child sleep comfortably and safely on your chest, to hold him safe and sound until you were sure he was fine (you were doing your best to restrain yourself as it might be dangerous for babies to not sleep on their back).

your little seishiro was so, so precious. you’d give your life for his safety.

“babyy, go back here and rest. we have a long day later," you hear your husband whisper as he patted the mattress, before he sat up and walked over to your side to plant a kiss on your forehead. he continued hovering over the crib, large hand caressing your face just like what you were doing to your son.

you relax in his touch, eyes closing as you enjoy his loving touch, "i'm fine, 'toru. you sleep. i'll watch our baby."

satoru sighs, bending over the cot to lift you up bridal style. "no can do, my lovely wife. just leave our baby to me! i promise i'll wake you up if something's wrong."

when your husband laid you down on the bed, you gripped his pajamas and voiced out what you had been feeling since you touched seishiro two hours ago.

"i'm scared, satoru." your voice was merely a whisper, you wouldn't be surprised if your husband didn't hear it.

but of course he did. he always does. whether you shout, talk, whisper, or say nothing at all, satoru will always work his eardrums over the edge listening to everything you had to say.

he pulled you closer to his muscular chest and rested his chin on the top of your head, hands running back and forth to your spine comfortingly. "i know, baby. i know."

hot tears started to uncontrollably stream down your cheeks, instantly drenching your husband's 200,200 yen olivia von halle pajama shirt as you securely wrapped your arms around his waist. “i am so, so scared.”

and now, after countless sleepless nights combined with your son’s wailing and trash bags full of used wet wipes, your baby is back on the balcony basking in the warmth and sunlight the early morning offers.

his father stabilizes him as he tries sitting on the man’s lap, flailing his hands excitedly and looking up at satoru with wide expectant eyes when he succeeds (though your husband still has both of his hands at the boy’s back as a support). the older man gasps. “you can sit now, huh? last week you were just trying to roll. you’re growing up fast, aren’t you? hm? who do you take after? is it dada? or is it mama?”

seishiro babbles in response and satoru nods repeatedly as if in agreement. “that’s right, dumpling. you take after dada, don’t you?”

the glass window opens, and your form holding a tray full of food and baby formula comes into view. “don’t twist his words, ‘toru. our son said he takes after his mama,” you placed the wood onto the table and sat at your husband’s side, lifting the baby off his father’s lap and cradling him into your chest, “isn’t that right, hmm, baby?”

your son’s face contorted for a moment, taking his momentum to adorably sneeze before babbling excitedly at his mother.

you and your husband froze, heads turning to stare at each other as you both rack your brains.

“we really shouldn’t have taken him outside.”

ps. idk what happened but i was actually planning for this to be fluffy 😭😭 it kinda got all sentimental

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

masterlist

AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 3 years ago

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The truth is in the eye of the beholder.

Alright, so I totally understand why Kokichi is hated by other characters in the game because of the amount of messed up things he said and did... But honestly the fact that no one gave a shit about his death will always be so aggrivating to me.

Not even when Kokichi died did the characters ever put the slightest efforts to think about his feelings. The only character who genuienly considers Kokichi's feelings and last words was Keebo—a literal robot. It's sort of ironic considering how Kokichi constantly dehuminized Keebo and yet Keebo was the only one who believed in Kokichi's last words.

The fact that Kaito—the actual person who watched Kokichi's last moments had the fucking guts to say his breakdown right before dying was a lie? I'm sorry but even a kindergardener can come to understand that Kokichi wouldn’t have lied while in the brink of death and in pain.

If Kokichi was lying about his last words then why on earth would he sacrifice himself instead of letting Kaito die instead? If Kokichi drank the antidote and let Kaito die then Maki would be considered the culprit and Kokichi could easily kill two birds with one stone considering the fact that Maki literally wanted to murder Kokichi many times throughout the game.

Kokichi was overwhelmed by the guilt of both Miu and Gonta's death to the point it drives him to his own death in ch5. He was becoming desperate and had a very obvious deep hatred for the killing game. So sure, Kaito could assume he was desperate enough to lie about his last words to get Kaito to help him end the killing game, but I really doubt thats the case.

Kaito went through Kokichi's plan as a bergrudging "thank you" for y'know... saving him which would in terms help save Maki from getting executed (not to mention, these two characters are very very VERY open about their hate and distaste for Kokichi). But Kaito never considered Kokichi's feelings or the actual sacrifice he made for the group as a whole.

And I find all of this hypocritical from Kaito's end since he also lied to himself and to others by saying that he was okay when in reality he was dying bc of an illness, just like Kokichi who lied to himself and others telling them that the killing game was fun as a coping mechanism and to survive. So I think it would've been much more touching to see these two characters who foil each other come at a genuine understanding of each other too.

I understand that Kokichi is considered the antagonist of the game and therefore has to be antagonized (sometimes unfairly) by the other characters but I feel like the game went too far with downright making the group disrespect Kokichi after he put his life on the line for them.

Then again, V3 has a knack of making characters be indiferent about a handfull of character deaths (Miu, Kokichi, Ryoma, Keebo, Rantaro, Angie, Korekiyo) while overglorifying and heavily highlighting the deaths of other characters. (Kaede, Kaito, Gonta, Tenko, Kirumi).

Also if we consider the fact that when Kokichi gets the consequences of every breath he takes throughout the game, its extremely frustrating that other characters get special treatment and not face or accept the consequences of what they did... aggresively stares at Maki.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my girl Maki but we all have to be honest here. She is never held accountable for her flaws. NEVER.

Over the course of the game she says and does a bunch of inexcusable things and is never once called out on for her behavior. In Chapter 5 Maki is never once called out for trying to get everyone killed for a selfish reason.

Soooo, let me get this straight: Maki gets easily excused and brushed off for trying to get everyone killed yet Kokichi didn't get the luxury to atleast be genuienly acknowledged and respected by the group after his death and downright saving Maki's life and sacrificing himself for everyone.

Maki also literally went against the groups wishes and literally attempted to kill Kokichi so it would only be a natural reaction for Shuichi to be annoyed at Maki for not only going against the group’s promise to try and harm Kokichi but to also try and get everyone killed for a mistake she made right? Sadly...thats not the case. Shuichi instead begins to praise Maki and forgives her endlessly.

To be honest, Kokichi was very mistreated as a danganronpa antagonist. If we compare all of this to Nagito (the sdr2 antag) and how Nagito's death was vital for Hajime's progression throughout the game and was able to understand Nagitos intentions completely, enough for even Monokuma to point it out. And lets not forget the fact that Hajime completley drops the misconception of Nagito's malice after ch6 and comes to an even greater understanding of Nagito.

It would have been great if Shuichi would've dropped his misconception of Kokichi and coming to understand him when he learned about Kokichi's organization, but when Shuichi finds out that y'know...Kokichi actually cares about people and was heavily against killing he just goes "oh so he wasn't a remenant of despair!?"

But when it came to Kokichi's death, there was never a moment were Shuichi truly acknowledges his understanding of Kokichi and just calls him "the embodiment of a lie". Which could be considered true since Kokichi's character is a representation of truth vs lies but as a viewer I felt very unsatisfied because Shuichi just pointed out something that we all know instead of diving deeper and considering Kokichi's last words, intentions and sacrifice.

Now, was Kokichi's death usefull for the progression of the game? Yes. Was the information Kokichi left after he died vital to pinpoint who the mastermind is? Yes. Did Kokichi's death motivate them to find the mastermind? No, but Kaito's death did.

I genuienly believe that Kokichi atleast deserved people to actually take in in his last words and intentions instead of just brushing him off as someone who "isn't the type to shed real tears." Sadly, many V3 characters were treated poorly and I think one of the biggest flaws in V3 was the casts indiference over certain characters death, most of them made jokes out of them or reacted aphatetically and I find that unjust considering the fact that some characters actually had the luxury to have their deaths to be considered relevant and acknowledged by the rest of the cast.

#Kokichi ouma #Danganronpa v3 #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #Monokuma #Nagito komaeda #Hajime hinata #Danganronpa v3 spoilers #Maki Harukawa #Miu Iruma #korekiyo shinguji #Keebo

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.