#maybe when I finish him I will write the yuuta one

[emoisthenewemu]

Favorite present! ~ Megumi Fushiguro x GN! Reader

A/N i live for soft boy megumi like SORRY but he is sensitive I don’t make the rules. i love him sm and plan to write more for him in the future.

If you were to ask Megumi Fushiguro what his favorite present was this year, he would probably say you.

Wc:1086

"Meguuumiiii" You whine from the hall, holding a cardboard box full of your friends' presents. Ones you handmade with blood, sweat, and literal tears. In fact, you had begun the project as early as October (before Halloween even).

What at first seemed to be a cute idea of making stuffed animals soon turned into a pain in the ass, taking up most of your free time.  Of course when you and Megumi would see each other you would refrain from letting it distract you but the very second he left or even fell asleep there you went-crocheting away. When he would walk in your dorm after a long day of class?

There you sat, legs crossed and an ever-so determined look on your face. Hunched over in a way that looked painful-which it definitely was because you had been complaining about your horrible back pain for the past two months.

Every time the two of you would FaceTime you would be groaning and sighing, complaining about how it was crooked or you put too much stuffing. That your fingers were cramping or now you need to start all over because it looks just awful.

Oh how annoying it was for Megumi to sit and watch you suffer over something absolutely no one is forcing you to do. He told you countless times to just give up and ‘buy everyone gift cards like a normal person’.

But he soon learned his lesson because every single time he said anything like that it just ended in a speech about how important it is to ‘finish things you started’ and you ‘promised yourself it wouldn’t be another abandoned project sitting in the closet’. Yes, Megumi understands. He still thinks you are insane. And he will tell you so.

“Isn’t that why you love me?” You say and he can only nod.

Megumi loves your tenacious spirit. How passionate you are about the things you care for. How lucky he is to be one of the things you are very passionate about. It is the only reason he continues to support you in your endeavor. As long as you promise you will not be doing this shit again next year. He even puts a cute little Santa hat on and wears matching slippers with you. It only took like five minutes of begging!

The only thing that continues to bother him is that you did not make him one. Surely you would have mentioned it by now. He would have seen it one of the countless times he walked in to find your room scattered with yarn and your many ‘rough drafts’. He would also be lying if he did not admit he went snooping around a few times when you were showering in the hopes of finding his.

Kugisaki is getting a white bunny. A pink bear for Itadori. There’s an animal for Maki, Yuuta, Inumaki, Gojo, a panda for Panda (duh), and nothing for him.

Maybe you forgot. You’ve been so busy making all of them and it must have slipped your mind. You probably did not even think he would want one. He has no stuffed animals in his room or anything even remotely similar. It’s not like he would cuddle it at night and think about you or anything.

So he delivers the gifts with you-with a smile on his face. Whatever Megumi considers to be a smile at least. Even ignoring the comments of how ‘whooped’ he is to be standing there matching with you. A thing he once swore he would never do.

Until he met you. You softened him up like butter. Gone is the aggression that was always his go-to in any situation. The way you loved him made him feel complete. He used to find it absurd that falling in love could change a person.

But you change him for the better. You challenge him emotionally without trying to change who he is deep down. You bring out the best and suppress the worst of him. Oh how Megumi loves you, more than words can describe.

It is your first Christmas together. As a couple at least so he may have went a bit overboard with the presents. He was trying very hard to impress you. He would be deeply embarrassed if he got you a bunch of presents and you got him nothing.

Surely that would not happen. You gave him a present last year. Why would this one be any different?

He is just anxious, a feeling he knows a bit too well. Megumi is an overthinker, sometimes he will let even the smallest things eat him up inside. He is nervously chewing at the inside of his cheek, holding the now empty box as you finish giving away your last present.

You grab his hand, squeezing it tight before pressing a kiss onto his cheek. “Thanks for coming with me handsome. Im so glad this is over” You groan and he chuckles at the exasperated look on your face. “You were so right. Never again” You peck his cheek again and he smiles contently.

Your touch is so comforting he does not even realize the two of you are heading back to your dorm instead of his. Too lost in the warmth of your smooth hands and intoxicating giggle.

It is not until you open the door and walk him inside that he understands that all of his worries were for nothing. Sometimes he forgets that you might love him just the same way he loves you. Maybe even more like you swear you do. He feels almost silly for doubting you. As he should.

Your small twin bed is covered in presents. His presents. They range all different sizes. But right in the middle, atop one of the gifts sits two little crochet figures.

Two wolves, a white and a black one.

His chest is warm and tingly. Megumi pulls you into a hug. Arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head digging into the nape of your neck-he swallows the lump forming in his throat.

“Thank you” Megumi sighs into your chest, moving up to kiss your neck lovingly.

“Ohh Megs” You chuckle, trying to jump excitedly up and down but his arms prevent you from doing so. They grip you tighter. “You need to open them first!”

And he says something so cheesy he would have thrown up if the moment wasn’t so sweet. “You’re the only present I need”

[ghostbeam]

Everyone is being so nice abt my silly mech post I regret to inform u that my mech fic is abt Touya not yuuta

[strawberrymochin]

𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ

satosugu x fem!reader

Synopsis- Satoru once came across a rumour regarding a cafe he visited years ago. Rumour has, it possesses the capability to whisk one back in time— to the past. He never took time travel seriously. After all it was a law of nature, a string left to be untouched even by jujutsu. Yet, now years later, he finds himself fiddling in front of the cafe contemplating whether to get in or not. 

Warnings- time travel!au, gojo travels back in time to meet geto one last time and talk to him without regrets, so so so angsty with fluffy fluff that makes one melt, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, geto being so soft with gojo, reader being so cold to gojo, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

Word count- 4.3k

a/n- omg! i finished writing this in one day. i had this idea ever since i read the series. i really wanted satoru to travel back in time and meet geto. this is a fic i wrote for me. please tell me if this brings a smile on your face. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. do read the book its amazing and yeah have a good day besties. oh and a yuuta fic is coming soon.

Gojo satoru, always had a big cocky smile plastered to his face. A smile which overshadowed his eyebags, his half healed melancholic wounds and his regrets. 

He loved being a jujutsu sorcerer. But often he had not. Especially, when past memories come back overflowing in his mind, drowning him out of the present. Sinking him in the despair of not being able to save someone who was so close to his heart. And he regretted it. 

He regretted the words he left unsaid to geto suguru, the one who once claimed to be his best friend. 

The one, who's body is lying, trapped in cold webs of death. 

Gojo wasn't a person who had enough time to reminisce about the past. He had to take care of missions, exorcising curses, teach his beloved students and save the youth of the young generation to feel less guilty. 

Most of the days being hectic which he'd spend with the same cocky smile, grinning from teeth to teeth. And yet amongst his tight schedule which only allows him 3 hours of slumber, he still couldn't get a brink of sleep without having flashed the face of his best friend. 

And the familiar feeling of having a lump in the throat, unable to shout out the words he intended to say. He intended to cry out desperately for geto to stop. To not leave him behind. 

But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get one word past his lips. He just simply couldn't. Maybe because he knew geto wouldn't listen. Or maybe he was afraid of rejection. Whatever the reason might be, back then, now it's all excuses. 

Years later, the itch of unable to form those words still persists and it grows each day. Thrives in the threshold of the suppressed emotions gojo has buried deep in his heart. 

Yet.

And yet.

Here he was, standing infront of the cafe ‘lá láttes’ contemplating whether to get in or not. 

He used to frequent this cafe with geto during his first and second years. Before everything went wrong. 

Geto always found this one cafe, a bit peculiar with bits of comfort hidden inside. He loved coming to this cafe and always used to order pumpkin spice latte without the maple syrup. Odd indeed gojo thought. 

Though he loved the way geto drank up his latte, the way he used to gulp and nod satisfactorily at the taste being not very sweet. 

The cafe was situated at the outskirts of Tokyo, back in a narrow alley. It was a basement cafe with only 9 seats to offer. Most of the time it didn't attract any new customers but only a bunch of regulars, among whom geto was one.

The cafe still looked the same from a decade ago. Only a little to no renovations were noticed. 

The board which displayed the cafe's name was still covered with the big leaves of a money plant curling itself from the stand. 

Clang-dong

The glass door opened as gojo shifted his head to the other direction trying to appear nonchalant. He slowly brought back his vision to the person who came outside to dump the trash. The recognition rang through in his mind as pictures of the owner flashed in his mind. He has grown old, now grey tainting his previous brown hair.

The owner looked at gojo, dusting off his hands, as his eyes narrowed at him. 

“Omg, the blue eyed? Aren't you?” 

Gojo frozen for a second, mentally cursing himself for gaping at the owner. Smiling nervously, he nodded at the owner, “good afternoon.” 

“Haha, good afternoon, you've grown up quite a bit hah!” The owner closed the distance between them before grabbing the door handle and opening it. “Come in. Let me treat ya’.” He said, gesturing to him to come inside. 

“Oh no! You don't have to.” Hands vigorously shaking criss cross, not wanting to freeload. The cafe itself has a very few customer base, gojo can't sit right with the idea of freeloading. 

“Nah! It's on the house. Come in boy!” the owner dragged him in. 

Clang-dong

The doorbell chimed through the staircase as the owner guided him downstairs to the basement. The smell hasn't changed too, musky and rich with the aroma of crushed coffee beans. 

As expected the cafe was empty except for two customers, one occupying the seat very last to the third row. His back hunched over several magazines, scribbling information on a small notepad. 

While the other one was a lady in white, a big straw hat placed on her table while she read a novel with golden letters printed on the covers —‘The lovers’, barely looking up from the book. 

Gojo recognised her as a regular. He'd noticed her often when he tagged along with geto. She wore the same white flowy dress down her knees and always read the same novel. 

The owner asked him to sit on the counter and order a drink of his choice, passing him the menu card. 

“Pumpkin spice latte,” gojo said without bothering to look at the menu. “Without maple syrup.” His eyes growing foggy as distant memories start clouding his mind. He sighed, before turning to look at the regular seat they used to occupy. The middle one in the first row. 

Did geto still used to visit this cafe even after they stopped contacting each other? He couldn't help but wonder. 

“Do you know the rumours about this cafe?” Geto said, sipping on his pumpkin spice. 

“Rumours?” 

“Yes, people say this cafe can whisk one back in time.” Gojo choked on his drink trying to suppress the laugh bubbling in his throat. “Really? You want me to believe in this shit?” 

“Naah! But it's interesting, even a jujutsu sorcerer can't interfere with time.” geto’s crescent moons crinkled a bit as he quirked a sassy eyebrow at him. “If you could go back in time, who would you meet?” geto asked raising his eyebrows. 

“I simply wouldn't.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“Because it's not possible.” Gojo laughed it off, while geto just sulked a little. He firmly believed that interfering with the flow of time isn't possible. It could distort the world and just simply impossible. 

He didn't answer geto’s question back then. 

He wondered why?

Maybe because he didn't have any reason to go back.

But what about now?

“Here…” the owner passed the pumpkin spice latte to gojo as he muttered thanks to the owner. “So, haven't seen you here for a while…. where's your friend?” 

Gojo stopped midway on his sip of latte, he looked at the owner and put the glass back down. “eh…you see…” he couldn't quite find the right words to say. Normally he would have maintained his composure and maybe even winked and said ‘sowwy I killed him.’ with a peace sign included. 

However he seemed unable to regain his normal demeanor. The mask he put on for so long was broken. And it shattered into pieces with his vulnerable self showing, bare to the world. He felt ashamed for no reason. 

“He…um is dead.” Awkwardly shifting in the round stool, he couldn't meet his gaze with the owner. As if he could see through him and will be disgusted by the truth. The truth he hated for so long— of killing his best friend with his own hands. 

Of abandoning the corpse unable to handle the burden, leaving it to rot. Gojo felt disgusted, yet he masked himself with the same cocky smile he was fed up of wearing and went to his students.

Oh how awfully obnoxious he felt. 

And how desperately he wanted things to change. 

Later that night, he kept on washing his hands for hours. Scrubbing his skin with his nails, scraping the hands tainted in the blood of his beloved. 

His hands were clean. 

Though the red splatters of blood kept appearing again and again. 

“Oh,” the owner gulped, shifting his eyes from gojo to the kitchen. 

Gojo opened his mouth once again. He had practiced these words for the past week. He was the strongest. Then why was he getting nervous now? He gulped his own saliva trying to moisten his dried throat. 

The pumpkin spice latte was still untouched. 

“I wa—” he didn't get to finish his sentence as the owner interrupted him. His old wrinkled eyes now had a dull spark. Dangerous even, saying to be left untarnished but as if compelled to a spell, he spilled the words in gojo's stead. “So, you want to go back in time.” 

If you could go back in time, who would you meet?

“Yes,” gojo lets out a shaky breath, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants. “Yes, I do.” 

He sounded desperate, for he'd been wretched in anguishing fraught, so long that now the cry echoed in his ears. He'd seen geto, controlled by kenjaku. His body, being used even after his death— a weapon. 

Is this the curse of being a jujutsu sorcerer? 

He regretted the very moment. If only he'd said those words back then maybe the present he was living in would be a bit different. 

If only he tried a little hard.

If only. 

“Why?” the owner asked him with unwavering eyes, piercing through his soul. “What reason do you have to go back?”

“I…there are words I need to convey.” Gojo gulped feeling hot and sweaty even though the basement was well ventilated. The owner narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing him. “Can I really go back in time? I really need to tell him something.” 

The owner stayed quiet. His hands simply wiping the inside of the freshly washed glasses. “Sounds trivial.” 

A voice emerges from the kitchen as you handle the owner, a fresh pack of coffee beans yet to be grinded. 

“Wha—” 

“Y/n! Don't be rude to customers.” The owner said in hushed voice, which was clearly audible as the cafe was almost empty. 

You rolled your eyes at gojo and get back in the kitchen. 

“I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior.” 

“Oh…it's fine.” Gojo stayed quiet a while clearly offended but when the owner said nothing more, he stood up from his seat. That's right it was a rumour after all. Time travel isn't possible, what is he on drugs or something? He felt dumb for believing in something even kids wouldn't trust.

“I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'd like to pay for the drink.”

“eh…you're not going back?”

“To where?” 

“To the past.” 

“I…I can? It's true.” 

The owner smiled wryly before answering, “yes. It's true.”

Gojo felt like a dummy and his head spinning, he didn't wanted to believe in this, yet the slightest chance to meet geto and maybe change the future. 

“Though I would like to inform you, one can't change the present.” gojo’s eyes widened as if caught red handed stealing. He didn't get it, if all this was a joke or he was the joke. 

“Huh?” 

“You can travel back in time. That's upon the customer to decide. If you want, sure you can. But…” 

“But?” 

“Traveling back in time comes with lots of risk. And there are certain rules. One of them being— you can't change the present.” The owner explained now pouring the fresh coffee beans into the grinder. 

“What do you mean? Isn't a change back in the past followed by a change in the future?” 

“Well it's for the folks. However, no. You cannot change the present,” the owner waved his palm flat in the air, gesturing him to return to his seat. “You can try but the present will not be altered. A friend, dead will not be alive even if you try to prevent it.” 

“So are you still willing to go…even if the present can't be changed?” The owner shifted the grinded beans into the pot, ready to brew a handmade fresh cup of coffee, while waiting for gojo’s reply. 

Gojo looked back to the seat they used to occupy in the past. So what if he's still dead? If gojo can somehow share his feelings, or maybe even see his face— see geto, the real geto, the one who has its own soul and not controlled by kenjaku, the one who recognises gojo. It won't be that bad right?

“I still want to go,” gojo was disappointed, but even if seeing geto for one last time was possible he would not miss it. He'd regretted not acting upon his impulse before and he doesn't want to regret it again. Not now, given any benefit of doubts. 

“Sure.” The owner nods painfully slow, having gojo rethink if this isn't some vile prank. 

“So..?” 

“Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while. The specific seat is now occupied by…um the lady in white. Y/n can explain the rules to you meanwhile.”

“Why? I can just request her to unoccupy the seat for a while.” Gojo suggested, standing up when the owner halted his actions. “Oh no! I'd suggest you not.” 

“Why?” 

“You see…the lady is…a ghost.” 

“A curse you mean…I can exorcise it.” 

“No. A ghost. Not a curse.” 

“Are you kidding me? If the thing is just a rumour you could just tell me the truth. There's no need to make excus—” The owners deadpan look caused his words to die midway. 

“How long do I've to wait?” 

“A little while. She will soon go to the washroom. You can finish your drink till then.” 

Gojo had no other option but to comply with the owner's words. He tried using his six eyes but for some reason it didn't work well as if the cafe has its own domain blocking out the powers of other jujutsu. 

A while later gojo had ordered two more drinks he finished sipping and the lady was still glued to her seat. ‘what a bummer!’ he thought. 

You walked out again from the kitchen this time with a bunch of paper napkins. “Why are you still here?” 

“Y/n!” The owner hushed you again, explaining you the entire situation and ushering you to explain the rules to gojo, who was sitting confused. 

You hated when people came here to travel back in time. The fact you even hated yourself more than you've to be involved in this.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you step infront of the white haired guy. “I expect you know the rules?” You cocked an irritated eyebrow at him.

“Um…no.” 

“Ah…I might advise you to run away then. The rules aren't made for someone weak.” You smirk clearing away his empty cups for a wash.

“do you even know who I am? I'm gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer throughout heaven and earth.” he'd enough of your brat behavior.

“The strongest in your dreams…why are you so desperate to go back then? Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?” 

“Y/n!,” the owner scolded you, as you rolled your eyes again. “I'm sorry, she's always sensitive when we have customers wanting to travel back in time.” Gojo just nods at the owner. Your bitter words rang through his ears. And worse that you're more or less right. 

Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?

“I will be stating the rules…better be attentive.” You say taking in a deep breath calming your raging heart. 

“you can't change the present no matter how hard you try.

“you must sit in a specific seat for being able to travel back in time.

“you can only meet people who have been in the cafe.

“Once you're back in the past you can not get up from the seat. If you do, you will be forced back to the present. 

“Your time starts in the past once I start pouring the coffee in your cup and it lasts till your last sip of the coffee.

“That many?! Isn't it too overboard?” gojo interrupts you, his jaw opened wide hitting the counter. “Overboard or not. You've to follow…” 

The creaking noise hits both of your ears drawing attention to the lady in white. She slowly raised from her seat, flipping the book shut and placing it on the table. Emptying the seat, she went outside to the left, where the bathroom was. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked at you. 

“Alright go take your seat.” 

What's so special about this specific seat? He thought but went anyway. Upon settling in the seat, he realised it’s no different from the ordinary chairs. Pretty much the same, however the temperature of the air surrounding the half of the table was slightly different from the rest of the cafe. It was a bit cold. 

Will he now go back to the past?

To geto suguru? 

What will he say? 

He'd practiced it so many times in his head, in front of the mirror, on his way to this cafe and yet he felt completely blank right now. 

He won't be able to change the present or the future, still….

You came over to his seat carrying a silver tray with a kettle of similar silver. There was nothing so special about the cups you placed infront of him too, clearing away the previously used ones of the lady in white. 

Gojo’s blank mind had millions of thoughts flooding now. What will he do if he ends up at the wrong time? Will he really travel back time? 

“You just need to imagine the time your friend was sure to visit while I pour the coffee.” You say, picking up on his thoughts, brewing the coffee now. 

The rich aroma of the coffee filled the entire atmosphere surrounding him. He wasn't really fond of coffee, especially hand brewed ones, he looked for the owner, his old eyes plastered on the glassdoor. 

“I will pour your cup now. Just remember to finish the entire cup before the coffee gets cold.” 

“what happens if I don't?”

“Then you will be sitting as a ghost in this seat until someone else occupies your position.” Gojo shot his head up to look at you, your eyes had the same deadpan look as the owner. “Just sip it before it gets cold and you will be fine.” 

You start pouring the coffee without allowing gojo anymore questions. 

He was about to speak, he didn't understand the last rule. What did it mean? But he couldn't get any voice out of his throat. 

A thin string of hot steam coming from his coffee gulped him in as if he was the steam himself, flowing up along with it. The three clocks surrounding the walls of the cafe now became big and blurry yet striking clear. Its hands are each revolving in different directions. It's not the time to think about what's happening. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the day geto would surely make his visit. 

Saturday mornings.

Soon gojo’s waving body materialized as he felt his sensations back. His eyes still closed shut. Slowly he opened his eyes. The cafe was pretty much same. Nothing changed. Except it being totally empty. And at the counter a much younger owner. 

Did he really travel back in time?

But he was all alone. Geto wasn't in the cafe. 

The owner looked at him, and ignored. 

“Um…” gojo said, trying to get the owner’s attention. 

“Yes…oh the blue eyed. What happened?” He asked concerned, the wrinkles under his eyes looked much softer. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked behind the owner, his breath hitching as his eyes widened. 

It was geto suguru. 

The owner followed gojo’s eyes and welcomed geto in. 

“suguru…” his voice barely a whisper echoed through the entire cafe. 

Geto, who finally noticed, freezed a while, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Satoru?” Geto gulped, before awkward tugging his hands back in his pockets, unwillingly walking up to him and sitting down at the seat opposite to him. “The regular…” geto ordered, before turning his head back to gojo. 

“Why are you here?” Geto asked directly. 

“I…uh I was just passing by.” He lied. 

Geto leaned back in his seat, his eyes unreadable. 

Gojo sucked in a breath. What is he doing? This isn't why he was here. He wanted to talk. But he couldn't find his words again. He gulped thickly ready to blurt any incoherent talk at him. 

Gojo didn't think anymore. He didn't cared about words any more, he just wanted to have one last conversation. 

“just why?” Geto hissed, “why did you come back?” 

He knew?

“I…ah..”

“Satoru you can't expect me not to know when you're sitting here in this seat.” He blurted frustratingly, bringing his thumb and index to massage his temples. 

“I wanted to apologize,” he met his eyes with geto, saying nothing for a while. The owner brought and placed geto’s pumpkin spice in the table, whisking himself away to the kitchen to leave both of them alone. 

“Drink.” Geto ordered. 

“What?” 

“Drink the coffee, you moron!” He let his head fall in his palms, before groaning. 

Gojo sipped the bitter coffee a bit, placing the cup back down to the saucer. It was still warm. 

“Why are you so infuriated—” 

“How can I not satoru? You know you're being mean. Why must you do so? Just sip the entire coffee and go back.”

“No!” he protested, maybe first time being so vulnerable to someone but he didn't care. “No, I want to talk to you!” 

“satoru ple—” 

“Suguru, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being with you when I should've been there. Sorry I turned a blind eye to you. Sorry for neglecting you. I told myself I was the strongest…but no I'm not. You asked me if I'm the strongest because I'm satoru gojo or I'm satoru gojo because I'm the strongest…let me answer you,” he took in a deep breath before continuing, “I'm not the strongest suguru. I'm not. I was the strongest— because of you. Because you were with me. Because we were the strongest, suguru. I'm the worst friend ever. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I couldn't stop you that day. I wanted to, desperately. I wanted you to stop and not leave me behind alone. I wanted you to think of me suguru. But I couldn't say that.” 

The cafe was silent. So was geto. He never expected gojo to burst out like this. 

“So…do I die or what?” Geto laughed at gojo’s face twisting into horror. “So I do die.” 

“How can you laugh?” Gojo asked him as geto pointed him to sip on the coffee, which he did. 

“I'm laughing at how messed up you look without me…did you have a hard time?” gojo doesn't answer him trying to calm himself down. 

“Listen bummer, you don't have to feel guilty. I chose this path on my own. And I don't regret it, even if I die. Just take care of your shit.” geto sighed, “though I'm skeptical about the one who unalives me…bet it’d be you—” geto halts mid sentence.

Gojo felt something wet in his face, afraid, he brought his hands up to his face, wiping it only to find his tears. Great, he just cried infront of him. 

Geto gulped thickly, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry,” he bit his lips before continuing. “atleast you could do is curse me a little at the very end.” 

Geto’s words made him cry even harder. He didn't try to stop him though.

“satoru, please don't be mean to me, gulp the entire coffee and go back before it gets cold. You wouldn't want me to go into another depressive slump will ya’.” he forwarded his hand hesitatingly, wrapping around gojo’s. He knew the rules of this cafe, and he didn't wanted satoru to stay any longer, considering the bigger threat that looped at gojo’s neck. He didn't wanted the coffee to get cold and gojo to be stuck forever in the time loop becoming the next ghost to haunt the seat. 

“Drink it for me, will ya’.” he said in the most sweetest voice gojo will ever hear again and wiping his tears with the other hand he forwarded the cup to gojo. 

Unwillingly, gojo gulps the bitter coffee, not caring for the aftertaste, his time would end soon. He grips suguru’s hand even tighter. He didn't tell him about kenjaku or the mistakes he'd made, but at least he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Be safe and healthy for me.” Suguru’s words echoed through his ears as he lost his sensations in his body, as if floating upwards. geto's grip on gojo's hand wavered as if he's holding onto air. 

He will not regret anymore. 

“I love you.” he shouted, uncertain, if his voice would reach to geto or not. But he did shout. And geto smiled. He smiled as sweetly as the ocean smiles to those who willingly drown. He muttered something to gojo which wasn't audible to him. And before he knew he opened his eyes in the present again. 

You stood up straight from the counter, sighing in relief, before whisking yourself back to the kitchen. 

“I'm glad you came back safe.” said the owner.

“Yes. Yes thankyou.” He didn't knew but his cheeks still had those tear stains the owner chose to ignore. 

He didn't get to listen to suguru's last words but he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Move.” the lady in white commanded as gojo immediately stood up walking straight to the counter. 

“I'd like to pay.” 

“Yeah. But the pumpkin spice latte’s on the house.” 

“Sure.” Gojo smiled brightly, and for the first time in years he felt it wasn't a mask but a genuine smile. He'd soon catch up with geto.

“ So that will be 2700 yen.” 

“Here.” 

Clang-dong.

The lady in white sat on her seat and opened the novel again; the one titled The lovers.

© strawberrymochin 24 | please don't plagiarize my work |

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

jjk ch. 262.5 spoilers under the cut !!

I REALLY ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!

not that much to say overall; i’m really hyped that inumaki is finally getting his chance to shine, and the final panel is just . so hype????

GORGEOUS . WHAT THE FUCK. akutami’s art my belovedest ever ever ever i do also want to shout out gojo’s undercut…. hi there king <3333

obviously i’m nervous about the aftermath of this. but i do genuinely think it’s about to be sukover very soon . i’m still hoping wishing praying that gojo will return but it’s starting to seem unlikely huh? i’ll still stay a believer until the last page but… at this rate i think it’s probably better to assume he’ll get one more airport scene where he properly says goodbye to everyone . (if he doesn’t i willlll have a bone to pick with my dearest mangaka because that’s a little unfulfilling imo and i’m saying that as someone who loved both 236 and 261)….

anyway . onto the most important matters!!!! gojo crumbs :3333 omnomnomnom……..

i love how you can TELL that it’s yuuta. i love it so much. akutami is so wonderful when it comes to drawing expressions and letting a character’s personality shine through their face so it’s like… almost kind of funny to see gojo with yuuta’s anxious face scrunches LMAO. i’m really grateful that we got to see a truly panicked “ohhh fuck” gojo because as far as i remember we really haven’t seen him make this kind of expression before 😭 also am i crazy or did yuuta give gojo the most dainty lashes he’s had yet because wtf….

ALSOOOOO . THIS. KILL ME

i have a lotttttt of yuuta/gojo thoughts that i’ve prepared for the 261 metapost that i’ll probably never finish but like . oughhh. he understands him and sympathizes with him more than anyone. i really adore this post-death exploration of gojo’s loneliness because it makes everything feel that much more tragic……. i also think you’re a little insane if you think akutami genuinely hates gojo because he writes him with more care than ANY other character in the story .

i really hope that we’ll get to see more of gojo’s memories through yuuta’s eyes (maybe hopefully something with geto wink wink nudge nudge)…..

BUT OK I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST . THIS PANEL :(((((((((((( OHHHHHH MY GOOD I’M GONNA WEEP???????

I’LL CRY . I’LL CRYYYY . I LOVE GRUMPY HOODIE WEARING GOJO!!!!! icl this is one of my favorite gojos yet…… grumpy ass man……. be nice to your students……… 🤨 i love his dynamic with the second years so much because they really are like rebellious kids while he’s the reluctant stepdad LMAO. and i loveee the protective huddling of yuuta they’re so CUTE……….. gojo sticking his tongue out…………. i love this more than words can express :’3 AND I LOVE HOW GOJO IS MORE STRICT WITH YUUTA . because he places so much faith in him and his abilities . he has such high expectations of him. i think that’s also part of why yuuta took the plunge with his corpse .

anyway anywayyy !!!! very good chap :3 i’m excited to see where this goes + still salty that kenny is dead 😔 sukuna mentioned them this chapter and my knees buckled like a widow hearing her beloved husband’s name for the first time in years

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just finished reading Pez Dispenser Debris (I don’t even go there but I am fueled by Wiki articles and a love for your storytelling) and first of all—amazing!!! 10/10, I think I need to watch this series now. 

Second, I  noticed that (while very much distinct) Yuuta & Izuku have a lot of similarities in the voice you gave them—maybe it’s the constant panic attacks or perhaps both of  them placing blame for everything squarely on their own shoulders, but ough it makes for the perfect blend of gut-punching angst. I’d love to hear any ramblings you currently have about either of them. I am currently obsessed with both of them now and am placing the blame on you <3

I’m gonna pretty heavily discuss some spoilers for my hero academia in this. I figured that was okay since you’d already read my fanfic and the wiki so the cat is out of the metaphorical bag. That being said, maybe wait to read this answer if you want to not be spoiled for more details in my hero.

Yuuta and Izuku absolutely have the most similar voices out of all of my narrators and it is 90% because they are both completely insane and in violent need of a Xanax and a nice soothing cup of chamomile tea. God I love them both so much. They should each be heavily medicated.

My hero academia is a pretty great watch through the Shie Hassaikai arc. The concept is entertaining, the characters are GREAT, and the world building is really cool.

Then the story sort of. Went to shit.

I tried for a while after that, but eventually had to stop watching. My friends and I have a group chat named “horikoshi just call us” because we got so despondent at the writing decisions after that arc.

Horikoshi. If you’re out there. If you’re reading this. Just call us. We just want to help.

That being said, my love for the characters maintains its death grip on me. I simply adore them. They’re delights.

Yuuta and Izuku, on their face, have a lot of similarities as protagonists. The aforementioned insanity and need of Xanax, of course, but the skeleton of the stories has a lot of common touchstones and themes, like:

Both characters have some kind of history with suicidal ideation or tendencies. In the second scene of JJK0, it’s established that Yuuta canonically tried to kill himself. In the first episode of BNHA, Izuku is told to kill himself by his bullies, in an act which appears to be common to izuku’s life, and the only reason Izuku comes up with to not do it is “then you’d get in trouble for telling me to do it.”

Both characters have severe self worth issues. Yuuta’s looking for a reason to be alive at the start of JJK0. He’s looking for a right to be alive. In a way, Izuku is too at the start of BNHA. At the open of action, he is told by everyone in his life that he is useless. His nickname is “Deku,” which uses some of the same kanji as “Dekunobo,” meaning blockhead. The most direct translation were given is that this is a way of calling him useless. He’s the powerless member of a society choked with superpower, and he’s been told his entire life that he can do nothing, that his dreams are pointless, and that he’s a burden who would be better off dead.

They’re both saddled with power they can’t fully control. Yuuta with Rika, and Izuku with One for All, a transferable power that’s too strong to be contained in his body.

They both have a close relationship with an impossibly strong mentor that they are implied to be the successor of. Yuuta with Gojo, as he’s second only to Gojo in the modern age, and Izuku with All Might (aka Toshinori Yaga), who he is more literally taking on the mantle of One for All from.

They both are chugging that Loving Their Friends Juice and have tried to kill grown men with their bare hands as a result

That all being said, they could not be more different characters and honestly aren’t all that similar.

I have this sort of lasting grievance with literary analysis when people take a list of common plot points or events and use them to make the argument that characters are similar or parallel one another. Like, that’s all facial. The real question is how do they substantively handle those events. How do their story arcs treat those things? How does their character react to them?

Yuuta and Izuku’s actual substantive characters don’t really react to those events in the same way at all. The analysis could go on all day in this respect, really, but the biggest difference is how their respective story arcs treat the cornerstone of their original conflicts.

Yuuta opens action with Rika as the cornerstone of his conflict. She’s who he wants to free, she’s who he’s chained to, and it’s her protection of him that makes him think he deserves to die. Izuku’s cornerstone, meanwhile, is his own Quirklessness. He desperately wants to be a hero, and everyone in his life tells him he can’t be because he is Quirkless. He’s useless because he’s Quirkless. He should kill himself because he’s Quirkless. He’s a burden and always will be because he’s Quirkless.

And while Yuuta’s arc reconciles him with his cornerstone, Izuku’s forgoes it entirely.

The story just. Forgets. That he’s Quirkless. They stop talking about it. It never comes up again. It doesn’t make any real big impact on his character or decisions. It’s one of my biggest axes to grind with how the story developed, and it’s actually one of the biggest reasons why I wrote pez dispenser debris.

Pez dispenser debris was actually inspired by this one piece of my hero academia art where Izuku is hugging his younger self. I don’t know if it was official art or fan art, and I have no idea where it is or where to find it because by god have I tried so I can find it and link it for credit/to boost it. I saw it literally years ago, thought “oh that’s cool,” wrote the original first scene of the fic (where Midoriya stops the bus and is hit by the Quirk), wasn’t feeling it, got distracted by other projects, went to law school, graduated law school, signed up to take the bar exam, and was suddenly electrified in the last fucking month of studying with this fugue state of feverish artistic inspiration. I have never written so easily or so compulsively in my life. I’d write for eight unbroken hours and it would be fucking magic every time. It was like an addiction. I was writhing with a need to create and had so much fucking anxiety about the test I was not studying for instead. The words could not be restrained.

Anyway I taught myself three subjects on the plane ride to the state I was taking it in and passed anyway so it’s fine we’re fine

The moral of the story is that this story has been cooking long enough for me to get two more diplomas than I had when I started it and I have no idea where to find that fucking piece of art that inspired it, but if I find it, I’ll reblog it so y’all can see it too.

The thing is, the narrative sort of forcibly excluding Izuku’s past as Quirkless would make total sense to me if it was used as something Izuku himself was doing.

Izuku necessarily had to hide the truth of his former Quirkless status at the start of action—he needed to keep the secret of One for All. Like, he could not let people find out that a Quirk was transferrable, but you know, just the most powerful one, and also he had it, please come torture it out of him.

But as the narrative goes on, that rationale becomes less important. He has people he can trust with it. And yeah, eventually One for All becomes more known, but the discussion is all about him being all might’s successor. Him being Quirkless and how that affected him and still affects him isn’t really discussed or treated as important. And Izuku doesn’t act like it’s important to him either. He never really thinks about it.

And I just hated that. Like. He spent almost his entire life as a member of society who was spit on. He’s had a Quirk for less than a year. How are his experiences with Quirklessness not important to how he interacts with the world?

The other point of contention I had was Mirio.

Mirio is this superstar of a senpai who takes Izuku under his wing. He has an extremely powerful quirk that’s only as effective as it is because he put in the work and learned how to handle it. He’s a perfect, eternally smiling paragon of heroism. He’s flagged early as the one out of everyone, including heroes with established careers, who is most likely to replace All Might.

He’s also the one who was supposed to get One for All.

His mentor had found him and trained him to be All Might’s successor. Before All Might could meet him, however, he found this feral raccoon child in a sewer and said “oh my god I can’t not offer him incomprehensible power within the first three hours of meeting him” and tripped face first into fatherhood.

During a rescue mission, Mirio loses his Quirk in a way that’s borderline irreversible. There’s no known cure, and the only possible one is dependent on a little girl learning how to control an extremely volatile and dangerous quirk and using it in a way she never has before.

So surely, they’re going to commit to that writing decision, right? He’s Quirkless. We’re bringing back having Quirkless characters. It’s going to be this sick as hell juxtaposition between Izuku and Mirio. We are at least going to force Izuku to reflect on his own times as Quirkless or have some kind of discussion about how Mirio is treated differently now that he is Quirkless.

But no. He gets his Quirk back by the next season. We don’t talk about it much. It’s more of a minor inconvenience than anything.

It’s almost as if the show accepted as an actual rule that you couldn’t be a hero without a Quirk. And then just. Forgot. Everything it had to do with its literal protagonist.

Anyway, I hated it.

In contrast, I fucking loved how yuuta’s storyline with Rika ends. That scene where Yuuta’s turning back to Rika, thanking her for loving him, telling him they can die together? I’m obsessed with it. I recently moved across the country and listened to that theme song on loop during the drive.

Yuuta and Rika’s love was unhealthy. They hurt each other. But it wasn’t malicious.

They just didn’t know how to love each other in a way that didn’t hurt.

They were in shit circumstances. But the love was there.

Yuuta felt guilty for Rika’s love for him and his for her almost the entire narrative. He thought he cursed her with his love. He wanted to kill himself because of how she hurt people out of love for him. It’s why I have moments in sea glass gardens where Yuuta talks about begging Rika to stop loving him—he didn’t know why love had to hurt so goddamn bad, and he’s sorry for that, he really is. He wishes he was better at it than he was.

At the end of JJK0, Yuuta truly is the last person who remembers Rika as she was and still loves her for who she is. He’s faced with Geto, who wants to use her as a weapon. Everyone treats her as a threat or a tool, except for Yuuta.

Like. Just that moment. Of loving someone so genuinely, and being the last one who does, and knowing that everyone else will just use them. I’m obsessed with it.

Yuuta reconciles with his love for Rika and her love for him, and they’re both finally freed. It’s this perfect moment of acceptance that I adore. He comes to terms with his past. It doesn’t hurt him so much anymore.

I wrote pez dispenser debris to sort of force Izuku to have that kind of reconciliation. As it is, he hasn’t reconciled with his own Quirklessness and how that affected him. I wanted to give him something he couldn’t physically escape and had to face.

[darlingpwease]

What?? I'm not even trying to escape this time 😭😭 she sounds so cool tho,, I don't know anyone irl who reads those kind of novels, and the people online who write about them are small so I always get excited when I see people talk/write about it lmao,, so she sounds amazing to talk to (I bet she was wonderful either way but I think you know what I mean)

That's alright <333 I absolutely love reading web novels,, so I read those kind of stories a lot

From me??? I just don't think it was ever brought up before for me to mention it. I think they're safe <333 /t ...👀 they're really good I'd suggest reading them some time

KNOW this novel? I practically BREATHED it when I first read it /j

🎉🎉

AAA so good so good <<333

He'd be so adorable clinging to you. When you first met him (again), you originally thought that it would be you following him, not the other way around. Maybe getting jealous over your past self, so whenever you go and take Xie Lian on a date, you do so to replace those memories with who you are now. Xie Lian has even caught on to it after a while, but he can't bare to tell you that not only do you have no reason to be jealous over yourself, but also that you're already doing something you've done before <//333

That doesn't make him any less happy though, he happily indulges you. Every new object you buy him is always similar to one you've done before, every festival you take him to, you both have already celebrated, every mountain to camp in and river to swim in, there's always a trace of you two. Not that either are complaining though.

Yes yes,, I agree I agree. Both are good, very good.

-panna cotta

🤨🤨🤨I can't trust you. the only thing I can do is believe that if I grab you by your fox tail, you won't run any further🙄 /t /j yes yes~ she was very absorbed in what she liked and passionate, and although she was too perfectionist, she was very sweet and loving to talk about her thoughts. we stopped communicating after I gave up my old works, but I still hope that everything is fine with her and she is now doing what she loves<3 (bad for them, though, I sympathize with everyone who doesn't know my cute flower boy<///3)

mhm,,, I prefer novels about transmigrators and the like than exclusively xiaxia — with rare exceptions</3 luo binghe my beloved<//3

I mean, you can enter topics without me having to raise the green flag🤨 our relationship is now an imbalance of power I see🙄😒 /t /hj I almost finished reading svsss at the time and accidentally found the 'blessing', but I could not bring myself to read the demonic cultivator, although it looks the most interesting and tragic,,, but I will accept your words, just because of your not completely fox-like authority, and at least some faith in your words.

🎤🎤🎤 tell me something else, I'm listening carefully, I don't trust simple words on the Internet!!! /t /j who are your favorite characters??? /gen

husband material<3333 im so so so in love with him until yuuta does not appear in front of me</33333

xie lian looks,,,, looks like a puppy. the very obsessive, emotional, sensitive and gentle puppy who puts chin on your palm and smiles like the july midday sun when everything around you seems to shine, emphasizing his extraterrestrial beauty, — only to be able to protect you from everything by more than cruel and ferocious methods, not allowing anything else and no one to take you away from him, going against what should happen when xie lian finds you again and again, eventually becoming so good at it that he begins to feel when you reappear and be yours a shadow by the time you were already mature enough that the thread of your destiny began to weave — and was cut and intertwined into one where he would be the only thing in your life.

the Gods cannot interfere with what is about to happen, but he has already sunk down enough and has been overthrown not only and not so much by heaven, but also by you, kissing you while your fingers slide along his neck, stroking the marks on his thin skin, almost forgetting that he is a God, that he is much stronger and powerful than you when xie lian looks at you from the bottom up, touching your palms with lips and letting you let his hair down, enjoying the painfully familiar unfamiliar look; for a moment you see the most gentle and kind young man, looking with bright naive eyes, kind and impulsive, spoiled by the world and fate itself, not yet knowing either the dirt or the sadness of the world — eccentric, but divine, like only a soaring bird or the first ray of the sun after a hundred years of harsh winter. he was like a kaleidoscope of colors, unblemished by nothing but his morality, desire and you, stealing kisses from you while no one is looking, timidly intertwining his fingers with you, learning something like this for the first time — your prince was bright, colorful, intense and loud, he was everywhere and always with you, while your god was gentle, quiet and calm, like a gentle timid wildflower, much more beautiful than any decorative ones, but at the same time not at all the way you remembered the one who scratched your heart like a kitten with a claw. and you know that he sees it in your eyes, for a moment kissing more jealously and rudely, as if forcing you to think about him now, about what he is doing now, childishly hating when he saw in your eyes not himself now, but the prince who caused your death,

who killed you.

he tells you that you've met before, he knows you even when he was a prince, like a demon whispering to you about the time when you were almost lovers, and he promised that you would become Gods together and be always together, that he would protect you from everything and you would make this world perfect, — and you have strangely detailed dreams about a kingdom that no longer exists, and a facial craze, forcing you to wake up in a cold sweat while xie lian lies nearby, not needing sleep, but just wanting to be there with you — and immediately feeling that your heartbeat is going crazy while you're breathing hoarse, loud, scared, and he's gently soothing you, without asking what you dreamed, as if not for the first time encountering this,

and for a moment you are bitter that you may not be his first "you".

while he goes further, sees more, hears more, while you only look back, seeing that he has become different, and each time your memories are more and more mixed — when you were the child of a rich peasant, when you were the child of a rich merchant's concubine, when you were the eldest child of a high-ranking general, when you were a member of the royal family, when you became the child of a famous scholar from the city — and there he is, always he is, always leading you away from how it should be, as if already at the moment when you were born, your fate was intertwined with his, no matter in which state you were born or where, he will always find you. and the more memories mixed about it, the more thoughts mixed with others, the more glances, no longer understanding whether he looks at you or at that peasant, or at that townsperson, or at that heir to the kingdom — or as his future spouse, as if you can only be his spouse, to be with him like mandarin ducks, whom everyone is trying to separate with the help of blows of a stick on the water.

you are devoted to him, he is the only God in whom you believe, you know that you will never leave him and you will never stop believing in him — but you have limits when you no longer understand what you are doing, while xie lian only becomes even more clingy and needy, bringing you to your home, where it is very conveniently, he takes care that the house in the forest is comfortable and clean when you return, even if can't cook you anything delicious despite all attempts.

when he almost obsessively tries to make you understand that this is a beautiful house, with beautiful things, in a beautiful place, very beautiful and nice, as you love, he knows how you love, and you just... you get... tired. knowing that you are constantly repeating yourself, because you do not change the same way as he does, do not remember everything, do not know what you did and did not do until deja vu pounces on you, as if humiliating you in the fact that you constantly go to the same places. this is good at first, but the period of your reincarnation is painfully short, as if you are just floating around the world until you find a suitable body instead of passing the circle of reincarnation; and although xie lian becomes even more and more obsessive with you every time, even more dependent, feeling how his world becomes stable and correct while you are around, it hurts you to understand that you have nothing to give him.

you adore him, you are absolutely loyal to him and absolutely devoted, and you know how painful your lives are without him, and how you remember all your lives and his when you see his gentle soft figure, but maybe that's why you will never be equal to him.

because you are so full of love for him and his love for you that you will never be able to ascend until you feel everything that is meant for you.

hehehe~ panna cotta of culture, I see<3333

[leviathanswingman]

15 questions tag game!

thank you so much for tagging me @melverie <33 (answering on this blog bc why not)

01 - Are you named after anyone?

nope! not with my old name, not with my current name either. I did name myself after one of my Sims characters though, which is mildly embarrassing but also very in character for me.

02 - When was the last time you cried?

i'm not that much of a crier if i'm being honest. don't wanna admit it but you really have to beat emotions out of me with a baseball bat. i think i cried a little when i finished watching the untamed?

03 - Do you have kids?

my cats are my human children boys. also my OCs Yuuta and Valac. also om!Luke of course.

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

absolutely none :D i have always been painfully unathletic. honestly, the playground used to be my absolute fear zone, i would always manage to get a ball thrown against my head in one way or the other. i also managed to snap my ankle by running one time so. i'm trying to get into running and doing home workouts atm, but i do try to walk places when my schedule allows it (especially bc the busses in my city do whatever the fuck they want anyway)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

I would never.

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

the way they treat the people that are around them. it does say a lot about a person. right after that would probably have to come the way they look at you. over here there's a lot of people who just like to shamelessly stare and sometimes you just gotta throw that stare right back to assert dominance

07 - What's your eye color?

blue-grayish

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

both? it really depends if i'm being honest. i really like me a good slasher or thriller, but sometimes you just gotta watch something with a nice happy ending to lift your mood a little

09 - Any talents?

oh i can come up with a mean pun (threat)

10 - Where were you born?

Germany!

11 - What are your hobbies?

currently that would have to be writing, writing and writing xD i am slowly getting back into old hobbies as well. i've been really stressed for a few years and am slowly regaining the energy to do things that i like again i like gaming (currently trying to navigate between genshin/hsr/ace attorney/danganronpa) and i have started to learn Russian and relearn some French.

12 - Do you have any pets?

i have two cats! the older one is really smart, a hater at heart and an absolute bastard who WILL start terrorizing me at 7am bc he needs to be fed IMMEDIATELY. also the reason my doorhandles are turned downwards, man will just let himself in by flinging his entire bodyweight on top of the door handle. the younger one is small (klein und kompakt), kind of stupid and a bit TOO loyal for his own good (treudoof). i picked him up off the street when he was maybe 2 weeks old bc his mother abandoned him for being too sick.

13 - How tall are you?

I'm 173 cm / 5'8

14 - Favourite subject in school?

English and German classes and anything related to literature tbh. French classes sometimes. I also really loved my theatre classes.

15 - Dream job?

i don't think i necessarily have one? i really love writing and will maybe try to write my own stuff and try to publish it someday. if it doesn't work out then so be it.

i'm also currently studying to become a social worker, and i do like the work. it isn't my dream job, but i don't think it has to be for me to be passionate about it.

my dream job would be me living by the sea, going on walks, writing and doing jack shit if i'm being really honest right now.

not tagging anyone for now, but this was fun!! if you see this and wanna do it, do feel tagged by me!!

[kyupidos]

3/27/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

this happened at the start!ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘how do i summarize this? ah..you, you are the tsundere. enough said.’

avg of 750~ words per bc i accidentally went a wee insane 😞

characters. special : enma yuuken , hirasaka yuuka , mito yuuta ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is not yuu, reader belongs to the dorms of the books each yuu belongs to, pre-relationship, use of ‘dude’ in yuuta’s but it’s meant to be gender neutral ack, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. we as a twst society don’t have enough tsundere mcs. pls bro someone write for tsundere mc bro pls pls

e. yuuken

— paint the roses red, paint the roses red.. keeping up with the 810 rules of heartslabyul is a chore, but you’d rather not it be ‘off with your head’, right? the sound of a ‘click’ brought you out of your focus, giving you time to notice four people, particularly those who you recognized to be the ones who broke the chandelier and nearly got expelled. “yo, cater,” you called out in complaint at the way he was pulling off his work for even a moment, “hurry it up and get back here. i’ll snitch if you keep that up.”

— “huh?! oh? rightt, no time to chat then!” he called out right back, and the last thing you saw was his apparent recruitment of the ones you hereby declared the freshmen delinquents before you figured you might as well get back to work—before you were promptly distracted once more, but this time by someone specifically; who you recalled to be the newly appointed dorm leader of ramshackle, who from cater’s chatting you recognized as well to be ‘yuuken’. “sorry for the interruption..” he began awkwardly, but for some reason you found it in yourself to not be rude about it unlike usual, “i’m trying to help out with the roses and all, so..do you know any places that still need painting?”

— well, at the very least, he seemed competent enough for the job; plus you’d have less work to deal with in the end. you nodded carefully, shrugging in the direction of an area you’d yet to paint. “mm? this sure is a lot of work,” and while you thought he was complaining, “but i’m sure we can get it done in time. you were going to do this with just yourself and cater, right? your work’s commendable.” your eye twitched, and you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered—you just couldn’t help but end up that way whenever someone complimented you, huh?

— “go ahead and get back to work,” you tried to distract as you started to think about how handsome he really was, which you didn’t even start to pay attention to before that little compliment of his, “i’m not trying to lose my magic any time soon.” you were a little worried he’d be upset with you at your unintentionally aggrieved tone, but by the looks of it he didn’t really mind. “oh, right, sorry, but thanks for helping me out!” and he waved before heading to the area of the maze you directed him to.

— you were just about done in your area, barely even realizing how you were suddenly so motivated to finish up. you just shrugged, before you noticed how yuuken seemed to be just a little behind, given he was without magic and needed to use paint instead; so..you might as well help him out, right? “ah, uhm, hey..!” you cringed a little at how nervous you made yourself out to be, especially when you weren’t usually like that, “do you—do you maybe need help?” “oh, that’d be nice, it’s a little hard to do this much with just paint.” that was that then, and you ended up losing yourselves in conversation, your ability to keep painting the roses left to just muscle memory; you did unintentionally insult and berate him at times though, and you were thankful he brushed it off. once you both finished though, you had to move onto separate areas of the maze to keep it up, but as you inevitably had to leave him alone, you left with a smile and still flustered, barely realizing that much.

— ..and that just a few moments later was when you found that they were promptly by cater. you’d give yourself time to be just a little disappointed, before you were once again faced with interruption, and while you’d be aggrieved about it.. “hey, so you’re into that yuuken guy, right?” “huh?! no way?!” ..but a part of you was upset you’d denied it like that. and how you’re back to being aggrieved that yuuken’d managed to get you so flustered like that. even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him like you usually would someone who complimented you like he did.

— you liked it, in fact.

h. yuuka

— you tried your best to restrain yourself from yawning overdramatically as you were surrounded by people, who seemed adamant about warning you about a person who was apparently targeting people ready to participate in the spell drive tournament. well, it was an ego boost to know you were a “target”, but you were starting to get fed up with the way they also seemed adamant about “protecting” you. at least yuuka gave you a good enough space. on another note, she was really pretty and you liked her voice, maybe another reason you were alright with her concern for you as a target—you wouldn’t ever admit that, though. but then, back to the topic at hand..

— “eh, no need to worry about me,” you waved off uncaringly, yuuka raising her eyebrow at the likes, and while you’re sure the others did also, you were really only paying attention to her despite the fact that your eyes were closed with how apparently over the top you were being. “i won’t be targeted. go after some others or something, i’m fine.” her friends you knew eventually got the hint, light banter as they checked for other possible apparent targets, while yuuka seemed to linger. “my bad if i’m being a bit invasive,” she began, as if knowing you may be ticked off ( and while you admit you may have appeared so outwardly you could never be ticked off at her ), “but how do you know you won’t be targeted at all?”

— alright alright, stick to savanaclaw’s plan or admit to the girl you’ve found yourself liking, stick to the plan or tell yuuka why..nope, nope nope nope, you can’t bring yourself to step away from the plot. as for yuuka though, you can’t help but keep away from disappointing her. “whoever it is, i couldn’t care less, i’ll deal with them,” and you cringed at the way you could tell why yuuka’d deem you ticked off by how you come off, “you think i’m not capable?” but yuuka, ever so resilient ( you’d found you tend to never stop finding ways to praise her ), didn’t seem too upset about your words.

— “oh no don’t worry, it’s not like that,” she noted, making her point clear with the point of her finger, “it’s just, i want to make sure nobody gets injured, right? especially you, you know.” uh, wait—uh, huh? “me? especially?” you find yourself just barely capable of getting out as you end up annoyed with yourself at the way your face began to heat up, and yuuka didn’t take back her words at all. “yeah, i mean, we’re friends, aren’t we?” she smiled while hoping to confirm, which brought you back memories; right, that. you recall completely like it was mere yesterday, how without thinking you smacked one of your dorm mates behind the head for trying to pick a fight with her, before dragging them off to help you with something random.

— you couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by the way she referred to you as ‘friends’, but to be fair, it should technically be vice versa in that case since the action meant nothing to you, but it made her ease up around you, it seemed, and she started to become accustomed to having at least some light conversation with you every now and then. but, you had to start somewhere, right? even if you had a bit of trouble expressing your own feelings, then surely..

— “y..yeah, right! we’re friends..” you tried to wave off uncaringly as you did so easily before, and yet you were nervous by how it came off making you look more flustered than you were trying not to be, but even if yuuka did notice, she didn’t point it out. you couldn’t help but be grateful for that. “but, uh, don’t try using that for favors, ‘kay?! i won’t be helping you around savanaclaw or in your little quest for that perpetrator of yours or anything..” you slipped up with your mention of savanaclaw; you didn’t even notice actually in your embarrassed state, but yuuka just nodded at the clue in, waving to you, mentioning how she’ll be happy to see you in class later, you finding it in yourself to at least wave back.

— you can only thank your past self for that little, unimportant action.

m. yuuta

— you were simply helping out deuce and ace around now that they were to work under azul given their contracts. absolutely not to indirectly get in yuuta’s good graces because you can’t bring yourself to admit you want his affections for things like helping lighten his load. but in hindsight, you probably should’ve taken into account that the two would probably notice why you were catering to them despite how obvious it was that yuuta was the one you favored of the trio. equally not on your mind, ace’s annoyance to the way you always seemed to be on yuuta’s mind and wanting to get your mushiness over with, and deuce’s genuine want to help the both of you out in the romance depart. so in the end, they practically became your wingmen, albeit unspokenly so.

— in which case, when yuuta initially came to octavinelle to see what was up and about with his suspicions of the anemone ( an appearance ace and deuce were thankful for anyway ), they brought his attention to your aid, ace teasingly so and deuce in a more genuine tone, but tomato tomato, they got the message across. and lucky you, because just moments ago they let you in on random little tid bits to know about yuuta, like his favorite foods in particularly, and seeing as you worked in the mostro lounge, it was of course a given that’d be your go to.

— thus when he and jack were eventually seated at one of the table booths and he called out to you happily in recognition of your figure, you did your best to keep straight faced and push away the sparkles around you at the elation that he could tell it was you from just that much. jade had finished telling them about the lounge, and it seemed they were ready to order their one drink minimum. and there you were, already ready with at least a meal you knew yuuta would like, plated and everything. maybe you shouldn’t have been so hasty and waited instead for him to make an order so it wouldn’t look like you were looking to make a meal for him..

— well, you reaped what you sowed; and he was calling out to you, and you felt like if you didn’t respond then the guilt would gnaw at you so bad you’d be willing to sign a contract with azul to find a way to redo it all—and considering all that was going on at the moment because of how many people had decided to sign contracts, displayed clearly because of the anemones..well, you weren’t up for that any time soon. thus off you went to greet him at his table, passing by jade who give you a teasing glance, which you tried not to grit your teeth at as you thinly smiled his way.

— “ah, yuuta! i’ve heard you’ve been the talk of the town lately, hm? we’ve been expecting you, so i’ve prepared you a little something..” and with an internal huge sigh of relief that you managed to play it off so smoothly, you presented him the dish you put together ( thank goodness for your excellent customer service the octotrio had ingrained into you ), before remembering jack who was beside him, “oh? and an extra, my condolences! anything you’d like?” yuuta looked like he had something to say; before a certain eel interrupted the moment.

— “[y/n], giving out free meals, i see?” jade spoke, more teasing in his tone as if he wasn’t truly reprimanding you ( he found your crush on yuuta quite funny ), “not to worry, we already have staff to deal with orders, remember? they ought to pay for their meals.” so you with forced, with an unfortunate strained breath in, to go off and do the work you were supposed to do in the first place as ace and deuce were to take over, though so obviously begrudgingly. but, they stopped you midway through your pout, “don’t worry dude,” ace strained to reassure as the anemone pulled him toward where jade directed, “we know you’re head over heels for him..” deuce was quick to follow, equally resistant ( though of course it’ll always be futile ), “we’ll—hrk—we’ll try to help out!” thank goodness you’d already served him, otherwise the meal’d have fallen to the floor the way you covered your flustered face with the tray that was holding it.

— well, at least you had a sure fire way to figure out how to romance yuuta without your accidental meanness getting in the way..

[hxhhasmysoul]

I don’t see this as overly negative, just not really based in text and kinda inconsistent and kinda biased against Yuuji. 

May I have a friendly reminder that Yuji has been handcrafted by Kenjaku himself, getting a Heavenly Restriction level of strength with also being able to use CE as a default of his strength?

Yuuji couldn’t use CE as default, he had to learn it. Eating the finger was a trigger for him unlocking CE. When he was in a life or death situation fighting the finger bearer in the detention centre, it gave him nothing. He landed a hit reinforced with cursed energy and it did exactly nothing. And he couldn’t do it again without Gojou’s guidance. In an analogous situation in the school, Yuuta just takes off his ring and Rika rips the curse to shreds. 

You could say that Yuuji switches with Sukuna and Sukuna rips the finger bearer to shreds. The difference is that Yuuta saves the day with no consequences. Yuuji dies and feels guilty for Sukuna almost killing Megumi. 

This is actually a parallel moment between them, showing more mature writing from Gege. Yuuji doesn’t get a creepy but devoted monster he can unleash to save himself and everyone else, he can’t reason with his monster to control him, he has no emotional control over Sukuna. 

We also don’t exactly know how much Kenjaku handcrafted and how it was just left to chance. The way Sukuna speculates in the recent chapter, it feels like Mother had tried to make babies with the twin over and over again, likely due to the uncertain nature of CT inheritance in the JJK world. It’s likely that Yuuji was the first one who was born with it, maybe because Kenjaku used the knowledge they gained through the Death Paintings experiments and they managed to force him inheriting the technique, or maybe that helped with Yuuji getting the special body, but your comment also dismisses the fact that Yuuji’s creation took Kenjaku a millennium of plotting and hard work, while Yuuta just randomly got born like that.

Anyway, when Yuuji finally learns to control his CE through movie watching, his output isn’t that high. It’s a bit above average, according to Nanami, he calls it potential. 

We don’t really know the exact progress of Yuuta because Gege wasn’t as detailed with dates in Zero. But his every fight ends in an unquestionable win for him with no drawbacks. He saves everyone he wants to save, his enemy is categorically defeated. 

Gege even doesn’t make Yuuta struggle with the need to finish off Getou. Everyone else Rika had killed before was out of Yuuta’s control, he felt guilty about it, but he had no understanding what was going on or how to prevent it. Granted it also speaks to his passivity because it doesn’t seem that he’d tried to properly negotiate with Rika prior to getting into Juju Tech. But with Getou, Gege leaves that to Gojou. Yuuta doesn’t have to consciously make the decision to kill another human. 

Yuuji doesn’t get this kind of easy treatment. Yuuji has to deal with killing humans: the transfigured ones, the Death Paintings. Then deal emotionally with the deaths of all the people his monster kills because he can’t tame that monster. And it all weighs on him. 

________________________

The entire deal with CT is that you get those by chance of genetic, but only a CT and not everything else that comes as being a sorcerer (i.e reinforcement, speed, other techniques) Is much like how Itadori get's to hit a black flash and instantly becomes more proficient with his CE, or how Sukuna can copy any other techniques and has over twice the cursed energy of Yuta, is something that they simply have over their abilities got by chance

Yuuta’s cursed technique is literally Copy without any drawbacks (I think Gege tried to add some rules to it in the recent chapters but I’m not too sure). And Yuuta literally genetically has his broken CT, his CE that he says is higher than Gojou’s, but Gojou can use his more efficiently due to the Six Eyes so he will theoretically never run out.

Sukuna can’t simply copy techniques of others. He took over Megumi’s body and learned how to use the Ten Shadows better than Megumi. He uses Max Elephant to imitate Piercing Blood with the water attack. Makora invented the reality slicing for Sukuna, that was the whole purpose of that exercise, so Sukuna could learn a way to kill Gojou. 

I even consulted with @cursedvibes (he’s a saint) and he confirmed what I remembered from the manga:

The Black Box or the fire technique could be copied, but he must have some strong limitations and conditions to fulfill or we would've seen him use it more often. We never actually saw him copy any CT. He could use RCT on his CT similar to Gojo and learned to turn himself into a cursed object, but that's not copying and not CTs

I personally don’t think Sukuna was just born with that much CE. He could've had a lot but Sukuna has mastered jujutsu, he is actually a nerd. Everything he knows, his power, it comes from his analytical approach. He has a level of knowledge about jujutsu that maybe Kenjaku or Tengen had. It’s very apparent in how he fights and constantly analyses everything that happens to him. He’s much older than Yuuta and clearly devoted his life to studying jujutsu. 

And I just want to point out that Yuuji’s creation, all the genetic benefits he has are a violation. His bodily autonomy was repeatedly violated, his whole life and his body exist only to further Kenjaku’s plans. Even Gojou’s birth was orchestrated by Tengen, though much less directly than what Kenjaku does with Yuuji. While Yuuta just got born like that, no outside interference, no messing with fate. 

________________________

That being already said, Yuta has been trained for over a year oversees by Migiel, and we see that his training paids off from his reinforcement no longer breaking up what he uses to developing a domain and learning about sorcery Yuji biggest trainings on screen are his tunning from watching movies and getting punched, and getting Todou teachings in the first try. The biggest training Yuji has ever done was offscreened in a whole month were he got blood manipulation from eating the cursed wombs (something he could only do because of his special body), learned RCT, and expanded even more his CE reinforcement all in the span of a single month

Can you please point me to the on screen training of Yuuta? If you’re going to use this against Yuuji, then Yuuta’s training on screen should be very thorough. In Zero, after 3 months of physical training when his body was very weak before, Yuuta can do somersaults in the air with his katana… he doesn’t get hurt at all in the fight in the shopping centre. Yuuji, despite his stronger body and fighting experience, gets hit and hurt a lot during his fights. 

During the fight with Getou, Yuuta gets seriously hit once, on the head and the jaw. Rika catches him and he gets right back into the ring. Despite Getou being a seasoned special grade with more than one curse at his disposal that he can attack and confuse Yuuta with.

In the first fight against Mahito, Yuuji gets hit by Mahito’s attacks repeatedly, Mahito manages to overpower Yuuji at times. At the end of the fight Yuuji faints from his injuries. Yes, his body is special but it has its limits. 

Yuuta learned RCT on the spot, like literally during the fight with Getou, and the harder version too, one that lets him heal others… 

I think Yuuji gets the black flash on the second try, but I’m just being petty ;)

And again, there are no drawbacks to Yuuta’s development. He never sacrifices anything, no injury, not death of someone who matters to him. He never kills his family. He doesn’t have to eat his family, preventing them from ever being born.

And he doesn’t lose anything by letting Rika go. It kinda goes against the whole give and take of jujutsu. His CE doesn’t drop, he doesn’t lose the techniques stored in the og Rika. He still has a Rika to help him out, that isn’t much weaker or less independent than the og one. 

@/cursedvibes summed it up like this when we talked while I was writing this post (sometimes we have the same thought XD): 

Even Gojo had a learning curve. He was strong from birth, but to take on a weakened Toji he had to improve himself. We see more of Gojo struggling and developing his talents than we ever get for Yuuta. Also, we don't necessarily need training arcs. With most characters we see them develop in a fight. Megumi creating his domain, Yuuji needing the help of Choso to use Piercing Blood and control his RCT (showing that it's not all natural, you have to know what you want to heal for it to work), Yuuji developing Black Flash when pushed to the brink like with any other sorcerer, Maki needing to understand her own body again and how her Heavenly Restriction works. Yuuta never had any of that. He just does things and succeeds. Sukuna's fight, the final fight, is the only time he ever got seriously hurt and lost, otherwise he's just breezing through the story unbothered by anything.

________________________

Saying that one character is less than other because they got "gifted everything" is a little dishonest seeing that even Yuji himself is where he stands from being a special case from the very start

Yuuta is also born very special, like Gojou. And he didn’t even need a near death experience like Gojou to unlock a better version of RCT than Gojou learned on the brink of death. And things Gojou unlocked then were paid for in the death of Riko, in the evolution of Tengen and Getou’s defection. All having disastrous consequences. Both for Gojou personally and the world.

This is how the story gifts everything to Yuuta. There are no negative consequences to his actions. There’s no cost to his power ups, he doesn’t give up anything by releasing Rika. 

Yuuji is a special case from the start and it only brings him suffering. He gets repeatedly brutalised, breaks down mentally, dies, loses people dear to him. Starts dehumanising himself, thinks of himself as a cog, as insignificant. And throughout the jujutsu world most people don’t see him as a person, he’s Sukuna’s vessel. 

Where Yuuta’s journey is the opposite, he finds friends and gets taught he matters, granted he uses them as a crutch for his self worth, but his journey is from being suicidal to believing he matters. 

Even how you talk about Yuuji is kinda instrumental and dehumanising. You're not as bad as the rest of the fandom, but you ascribe everything that Yuuji is or can do to outside forces, to Kenjaku, Sukuna to the Death Paintings he consumed. You never mention the emotional journey he goes through. You refuse to treat any training he does as valid as Yuuta's training, even though Yuuji actually gets instructions on how to do most of the things he can do on screen, from other characters. While Yuuta just figures out how to use Copy or RCT. And you never acknowledge that Yuuta was born special. He comes into Juju Tech as a special grade for goodness sake.

________________________

And "Yuta gets to kill Kenjaku without putting an effort on his part" was the entire plan, they even mention how Maki could've done it but doing so would mean not dealing with the curses They simply talked the intelligent method of taking Kenjaku by surprise and don't waste energy before fighting against the strongest sorcerer in the setting

Yuuta could’ve at least wasted time on the curses, and Maki is more than capable of dealing with the curses, she’s been doing much better against Sukuna than Yuuta did. (Which is no surprise, both her and Yuuji had to understand themselves much better than Yuuta himself to unlock their potential)

Momo could’ve helped with the curses, Noritoshi could’ve, are Gakuganji and Utahime dead? I don’t think so. Gege could’ve brought Nobara back for that, we saw how good she is at crowd control in the detention centre. Hell, Gege has handled Uro really poorly so far, so they could’ve had Yuuta grovel to her for help, like he grovelled in front of Miguel. I mean that would’ve been in line with how shitty their previous interaction was. 

Honestly, anything other than just poof and it’s all okay.

Even Sukuna’s really well planned out and eventually successful strategy for killing Gojou had risk attached to it. He had to work hard for it.

Nah, Yuuta just gets to have his “goat” moment. Gege has really given up on writing Yuuta after Zero. Like Gege has clearly lost their heart for JJK a while ago, but they really had nothing for Yuuta, apart from Yuuta just having “goat” moments. I truly don’t get why Yuuta was brought back instead of developing other characters.

This image right here is the perfect illustration of the difference between Yuuji and Yuuta, it almost feels like a 4th wall break.

Yuuji has been working real hard ever since he became a sorcerer, he's survived hellish situation after hellish situation, lost so many people he cared about. And he made tremendous progress.

Yuuta was born with a hereditary ridculously overpowered technique and immense amounts of cursed energy. His playground girlfriend died and that was traumatic especially that she stayed with him and hurt people on his behalf even though he didn't want her to. But once he became a sorcerer that got very quickly resolved. Yuuta miraculously learned every technique he needed in the moment to save his friends, or cure them and himself, or to win against his enemies by just overpowering them. And then he killed Kenjaku without putting any work of his own into that.

So yeah, Yuuji has worked hard and persevered and has been disrespected and ignored for it both in the story and by the fandom. Yuuta's been given everything, even techniques and page time of other characters and congratulated for it.

[kitashousewife]

handle with care

an: i have so so so much toge on the brain. also i am actually quite good at wrapping presents might i add

pairings: inumaki x fem!reader

warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP, fluff lots of fluff, friends to lovers. no warnings really

-

with only a few days to spare, the rest of your christmas shopping is officially complete. every person on your list has been bought for, and each gift was chosen carefully.

thought was put into the wrapping paper as well. pretty paper, bows, even simple little gift tags to address afterwards, it was all perfect. you sigh as you flop down onto the couch, shopping bags crinkling against the floor once they're finally released from your grasp. it only takes a few minutes of relaxing for you to decide that there is no way you are going to do this, not alone that is. grabbing your phone to snap a quick photo, you send it to the only person who can help.

attachment: 1 image

what would it take to get you to help me wrap presents?

toge shows up at your door soon after, responding to you that the only way he would help is if you bought him dinner.

"thanks for coming, i just-"

a gasp cuts you off, and from by your side inumaki's face is wrought with concern. he raises an eyebrow at you while pointing at the multitude of bags and boxes. his fists move up, palms facing the air with a smirk. how much?

you roll your eyes. "hey, your gift is in there too. and it's...none of your business," you try to end the conversation quickly, thinking of a plan to snatch the receipts before inumaki can. he quickly plops down on the living room floor, grabbing the first box and shaking it. it rattles only slightly while he examines it, before gesturing it towards you.

you hum. "that one is for yuuta. it's a set of pens he told me about once," you join him on the ground, reaching for a gift tag and filling it out. you stop though, halfway through writing your name when you get a little distracted.

watching inumaki wrap a gift is how you think watching a professional chef plate a five-star meal would be like. he somehow cuts the perfect amount of wrapping paper without even measuring it three times to be sure (much like yourself). his delicate fingers smooth over the spot where the paper is joined together, placing a small piece of double-sided tape down. the ends are next, carefully folded with precision, and fastened in place. the present is perfect and professional, and not a single crinkle or bend in the paper. that's not even the best part.

"how many pieces of tape did you use?" you ask, completely baffled. all he does is laugh.

he holds up three fingers, not even looking at you before searching for the next gift.

"three?" he nods. "you're kidding. where did you learn how to do this?"

he knows your question is rhetorical, as it would take a long time to sign. questions like this one between the two of you are usually saved for later, once he has his phone to really get his thoughts out. for now though, he smirks, tapping his right thumb to his lips twice. it's a secret.

the next gift is a larger box, about the size of a shoe box. which, inuamki expects it to be. something for yuuji, maybe. he is mistaken though, as the box is quite heavy. he makes a dramatic groan, giving you a wide-eyed expression. you laugh, hoping he would grab that one before you could.

"that's for makki. it's a knife set she wanted," you explain, nodding as you use the seventh piece of tape on your very small perfume box for nobara. inuamki grins at that, before pointing at the gift and scoffing. he has one palm up, one palm down, alternating their positions. messy.

"leave me alone!" you groan, finally taping down the last corner. it's wrapped, that's for sure. inumaki has the audacity to laugh. "shut up toge! it's the thought that counts, right?" he points to it once more. "oh, it's a perfume for nobara. she showed it to me this summer when we were at the shops."

inumaki finishes makki's gift in a quarter of the time it took you, even adding a little bow to rub it in your face. he rubs his hands together before sliding a small box to you, and a larger one to himself to save you the trouble.

the larger one is something for panda. he had mentioned how cold it was getting, and you thought a heated blanket might be perfect. inumaki hums at the box, a little jealous before giving a pout.

the smaller one, which rests in your palm, was one you forgot to hide. toge points to it, and you panic.

"m-megumi, it's a new c-collar for one of his dogs," you stutter out a lie, keeping your head down as you try to wrap it quickly. thankfully inumaki continues on, gliding his scissors through the wrapping paper with ease.

the box is actually holding a simple ring. a plain gold band, with a beautiful deep purple stone set right in the middle. dainty and simple, but really quite beautiful. as most of the gifts you bought, this one really stood out to you. inumaki loves to wear rings from time to time, mostly simple or cool ones the two of you find on missions. the stone is the exact shade of his eyes, plus you thought it would look beautiful in contrast with his pretty, pale fingers.

you spent around fifteen minutes looking at the ring before you finally decided to just do it. a few weeks ago, you had the realization that your love for inumaki may be more than just platonic. his hugs began to feel tighter, heavy with adoration that wasn’t just friendly. your gaze landed on his lips more often than not, and every time the two of you were alone you felt your stomach flutter.

the day you realized your love for inumaki was when the two of you were getting lunch with nobara, gossiping and carrying on when the server slipped inumaki their number. he was polite of course, taking the slip of paper with a wave and his eyes smiling over his jacket, but you felt your heart sink. nobara noticed of course, talking with you about it later, when it finally hit you.

you decided to make this christmas gift a way to show your love, your feelings, your adoration and care all in one. and hopefully, convince yourself to finally confess.

the two taps of inumaki's fingers on the box in his lap draws your attention away from the box that feels very heavy in yours.

"oh, that's for yuuji! it's a..." you think for a second while he shakes it close to his head, but it doesn't make a sound. "it's some socks actually." his pointer finger pulls away from his nose as he laughs. boring.

"it is not! he asked for them! i promise," you hold your hands up and he snickers.

inumaki wouldn't want to be anywhere else tonight. he was overjoyed that you texted him. every minute he spends with you is perfect. he was actually hanging out with panda, and he wouldn't admit it but he did have plans to see a movie that night with panda and yuuta, but yuuta wouldn't let him. not that he's complaining, but inumaki feels nervous around you now. he feels anxious, the love he's grown to have for you feels suffocating at times. but, he's almost positive that you don't see him in the same light. why would you? the prettiest girl he’s ever seen surely has her eyes on someone else.

"that's the last one," you sigh, pointing at the final box at his feet. he grabs it, laughing at the amount of presents he's done in the span of your two. he thinks it’s cute, the scrunch of your nose and narrow eyes when you focus on getting the tape just right.

inumaki’s thumb rests under his chin, his pointer finger bending twice. who?

“megumi! it’s a matching set of food and water bowls for the dogs, i thought-“ you stop yourself when he raises his eyebrows at you and hums. “i-well..”

he tuts, scooting closer to you, only inches apart. his heart is racing, but he doesn’t show it. he looks up at you, purple eyes glimmering in the low light of the christmas tree. he picks up the wrapped box in your hands and shakes it lightly, gesturing it towards you, then to megumi’s real gift. his palm goes up, before making a hang loose motion and tapping his chin, worry washing over his face. what’s wrong?

you sigh, deep and a little shaky. your mind flashes back to that lunch, nobara telling you on the walk home to tell inumaki, that he might feel the same way. you close your eyes for a moment, opening then to meet inumaki’s eyes.

you soften immediately, met with the small smile of your best friend. his hair is messy, face exposed to show you his pretty tattoos and soft lips, which turn down into a small pout when you don’t speak.

“nothings wrong, it’s just…it’s stupid, really.”

his brows furrow and he shakes his head. you exhale, putting the small box on his knee that rests right next to yours.

“it’s for you.”

he points to himself, eyebrows raised. you nod, pushing the box further into his lap. both of his hands from a y shape, lowering down to his hips. now?

you give him a nervous laugh and nod. he carefully unwraps your rather rushed wrapping, shaking it at you and giving you a goofy grin before fully unwrapping it. popping the top off from the small box, he sees the ring.

the two of you stare, at the ring than each other. his mouth opens and shuts, oohs coming from his lips and mouthing wow to you over and over. you light up at his excitement. at the very least, at least he loves it.

“try it on!” you nudge him, and he picks up the ring, slipping it on his middle finger. he moves his hand around, watching the small stone catch in the light, before signing thank you over and over.

“you’re welcome, toge. merry christmas, i’m glad you like it. i saw it in the store and thought of you right away,” you explain, watching as he rises from his spot to rifle through his things by your front door. he returns quickly, holding a box of similar size in his hands. he places it on your knee as you did moments ago, signing now once more.

“okay, okay. you didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” he rolls his eyes at that and scoffs, holding his conveniently ringed finger up at you.

in your box sits a dainty gold chain. you pull it out and hanging from the chain, is a small purple diamond, almost identical to the stone resting on his finger right now. you gasp, looking up to see a wide smile.

“toge it’s stunning! how did you know?” he simply shrugs, shuffling over on his knees to grab the necklace from your finger tips. he kneels behind you, moving your hair out of the way to fasten it behind your neck.

“thank you so much, i don’t know what to say,” an airy laugh slips from your lips and you reach to hold the stone between your fingers, completely shocked that this is even happening.

inumaki feels like the room is spinning. he wants to kiss you, kiss your neck, kiss your cheek, kiss your lips. he can’t take it anymore. when he joins you back on the floor, you shake your head.

“i seriously don’t know what to say, besides thank you,” you smile, and he smiles back. his hand comes up, index finger, pinky, and thumb raised. i love you.

your jaw drops, heart racing and mind blank.

“toge,” you breathe, and he signs it again. then again. he grabs your hand in his, looking at you in the eyes.

“i love you too,” you whisper, worried if anyone else hears this all may stop, everything just in your imagination, much like the other daydreams of this moment you’ve created.

toge leans forward, eyes moving to your lips and back up, a wordless gesture but you know just what he means, you nod and not a second passes before his lips are on yours. he sighs into the kiss, and his lips are softer than you ever thought. he only pulls away when he’s good and breathless, opening his eyes to see yours looking right back at him.

he leans back against the couch, pulling you into his arms. you feel dizzy, trying to pinch yourself to make sure this is all real. inumaki signs it once more, which you repeat. he reaches his ring clad finger up to your necklace, lightly tapping the stones together, making you giggle.

“merry christmas, toge.”

he kisses your forehead, and you snuggle into his chest a little closer. while you’re distracted, he grabs his phone from beside his thigh and quickly snaps a photo of the two of you, angling it to get you cuddled into his chest, necklace still visible. he sends it to his group, making sure yuuta and panda see how his night ended.

attachment: 1 image

how’s the movie :p

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: yuuta x reader

♡   —   summary: By now, Yuuta has experienced enough to recognize love when it flutters back into his heart, but he also knows that with love comes fear and anguish and longing― and the uttermost horrid hope that maybe it’s all worth it.

♡   —   tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, set around their 3rd or 4th year of the tokyo metropolitan curse technical college on new year's eve, honestly this is just fluff and a feel-good fic <3

♡   —   words: 2.4k

♡   —   a/n: my first one-shot for yuuta 🥺💕 with this piece i've discovered i truly love writing about him... we're both romantic saps and i think it shows lol

♡   —  masterlist

Yuuta's cheeks had been tinted deep red since he entered the pub. Actually, they had been like that ever since he spotted you sitting near the window sipping a colourful drink with a small smile on your lips. However, you hadn’t noticed this until, long after he had taken the seat next to you, something you said made him laugh. Chuckling, Yuuta’s head moved and suddenly the dim lighting inside the pub reflected on his pale skin, revealing his lovely blush.

Maybe it is the alcohol. You knew alcohol tended to paint people’s faces in reddish colours, especially when they were as pale as Yuuta. However, the night keeps going and you can’t help but notice the colour wasn’t wearing off, even if he hadn’t drunk more of the one bottle of beer he had ordered more than an hour ago.

"Thought you wouldn't come today," you comment, raising your voice so he could listen to you on top of the pub's noise. He furrows his eyebrows, a small smile on his face.

"I'm not that introverted, you know?" he reminds you, taking a sip of his beer. "And it's New Year's Eve. It's been a while since I could celebrate it with friends."

He's thought of you each morning he walked into that rusty coffee shop that, even if it had seen better days, served the best coffee he had ever tasted. A couple of sips and he was already ready to start his day. Would kissing you be just like that? Would it fill him with such energy? He likes to think so. Sometimes, his phone would buzz with a message from you and it would be enough for him to leave his half-finished cup on the table with a couple of coins and get on with his job.

Yuuta bites his tongue. Should have he said that? Would you automatically believe that he only sees you as a friend? Because he doesn't― God, he doesn't. He's spent the past few months with your memory dancing and prancing around his mind, your pretty smile and gentle eyes making his heart skip a beat every time he thinks about them. He knows he doesn’t see you as a friend.

By now, he’s had enough life experience to recognize love when it flutters back into his heart; however, he also knows that with love comes fear and anguish and longing― and the uttermost horrid hope that maybe it’s all worth it.

Did you know how much an effect you had on him? That, last time Gojou sent him on a long mission, he asked if there was someone else who could take his place? Yuuta had barely talked to you in person. If he recalled correctly, it hadn’t even been more than three times than he had seen your face. Your relationship grew over texts and phone calls, and while he didn’t have a problem with the constant travelling he was usually pushed into, he wondered if you ended the calls the same way he did― longing for summer afternoons where both of you could lie on the grass, finally without the need of a phone for a change.

Would you get bored if all you did was talk? He was up to anything you wanted to do. If you wanted to rent bikes and ride around the city, he would find the best store and pay for both. If you wanted to have a picnic at the training fields, he would ask Yuuji to teach him one of his recipes. Even if you wanted to have a group hangout, he would ignore his selfish thoughts of having all your attention and would ask your mutual friends to tag along.

As he kept thinking about it, he realized he didn’t really care about the time, place, or even the people that were around him.

He just needed you.

You, who had not left his mind the past few months.

You, whose voice he longed to hear the most after a difficult day.

You, whose only mention could lift his spirits.

You, who had made his heart jump after years of silence.

You, who are looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Shit.

"Sorry, got sidetracked," he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head. "What did you say?"

Your smile disarms him once more. "It's okay. I was just asking if you brought a date."

Yuuta widens his eyes, clearly confused.

“A date?” he repeats, still a little dumbfounded. “No.”

“Oh, they stayed back, huh?” you ask with a playful smile. You take a sip of your drink, only making his confusion grow.

“Stayed back? No― no, I didn’t date anyone while I was travelling,” he says. Wait, did you think that when he wasn’t on the phone with you he was―?

“C'mon,” you insist, gently nudging his knee with yours. “You're really gonna make me believe you didn't meet anyone interesting abroad?”

“I was working, you know?” he says, not noticing the frustration growing in his voice. “It wasn’t a vacation or a― time off or anything. I had a goal, I wasn’t wasting my time.”

Your smile falls from your face but it was quickly replaced by another milder, faker one. “Yeah, of course. Sorry. You’re right,” you chuckle, and it’s at that moment that Yuuta realizes he fucked up. Your eyes don’t meet your smile and you’re looking anywhere but his eyes.

Look at me, he wants to say. Please, look at me again.

“You know, since we’re talking about that,” you continue, looking down at your hands. “I wanted to apologize. I always felt a bit bad for texting you so much when you―”

“No!”

Once again, Yuuta has raised his voice, and he doesn’t seem to mind that a couple of heads have turned in his direction. How could he, when you’re finally looking into his eyes?

“I didn’t mean it that way. I only meant I didn’t have time to date― not that I would be against― uh― dating? It just didn’t happen,” he explains, tripping over his words. “I wasn’t trying to date anyone. And your texts! Your texts were more than fine. They were― Honestly, I really liked them! They were the best part of my day.”

A genuine smile draws upon your lips and Yuuta lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Really?”

Yuuta nods eagerly, more sure of himself than he had ever been. “Yes.”

“Well, good,” you grin, so happy with yourself Yuuta feels the impulse to crash his lips against yours. “I liked hearing from you too. Whenever I went through some shit I really looked forward to listening to your voice at the end of the day.”

A warm sensation floods his insides, fueling him to continue the conversation.

“So…” he pauses, trying to contain his excitement. “You― you didn’t bring anyone either? To the party?”

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head. “Wouldn’t fair if I did, you know?” you ask, and there’s a dust of mischief in your eyes. “Since I already like someone.”

Yuuta’s heart jumps.

“Oh?”

“Five minutes until midnight!”

The DJ’s announcement breaks the moment and the next thing Yuuta knows, Maki, Toge and Panda are all running and crashing into the two of you. They’re very, very, inebriated but he can’t seem to care― not when you’re laughing at one of Panda’s remarks, your shoulders shaking as you do. Even if he’s frustrated you were interrupted, he can’t fight off the smile on his face. You truly look the most beautiful when you’re enjoying yourself, Yuuta thinks.

What did you mean when you said you already liked someone? Was that a confession? He felt his heart beating out of his chest while he considered the possibility you were referring to him. After all, you did say you liked talking to him on the phone and that you didn’t have a date for the night. Who else could you have meant?

Yes, of course, there was the possibility it could be someone else. Someone Yuuta didn’t even know. Maybe you met someone during one of your assignments, a non-sorcerer that, for some reason, couldn’t make it to this New Year’s Eve party. Someone who wasn’t in another country for the most part of the year, someone you could actually look at while you were talking, someone who―

Then again, you did say it was his voice you looked forward to listening to at the end of the day, right?

So, had it been a confession or not? And if it was, should he do something about it? The moment had been lost when the rest of your classmates arrived, but the party was far from over. Maybe he could find another opportunity to speak to you in private. He’d tell you that you’re more than a dear friend to him― that, at this very moment, he can’t even consider going on another journey if you’re not by his side. That he knows this feeling well, and it’s love. He’s fallen in love with you. Yes, over phone calls and texts, but it’s real. He knows that the reason your laugh pulls on his heartstrings with such ease is that he’s surrendered to you― body and soul, everything he is, is nothing but yours and only yours.

Before he can muster the courage to ask you for a private conversation, you’re standing up and leaving the group. Yuuta notices Panda is asking something to him, but he can’t pay attention. Where are you going? He watches your back disappear in the crowd and without thinking it twice, he stands up and follows you, bumping into strangers until his hand closes around your elbow.

“Wait! You can’t go yet― it’s almost New Year’s!” he says, and watches you turn on your heel with a confused expression.

“What? No, I’m not going home yet” you say with a laugh. “I’m just getting another drink.”

Yuuta looks over your shoulder and realizes you were heading to the bar.

Well, this is embarrassing.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, letting go of the hold of your elbow while you watch him with an amused smile.

“Want to go with me for a new―”

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

People around you at the pub started chanting the countdown to the new year, taking you by surprise. You looked over at the table by the window where you were sitting, but with how many people had jumped to the dance floor, it was almost impossible to find anybody more than a few steps away.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

Your eyes land back on Yuuta’s and oh― there it is again. The blush across his cheeks and his quivering lips, his dark circles on his pale skin and his gleaming eyes. He looks so good with his grown-out hair, and you wish you had the courage to push it away from his face, tangle your fingers, wake up to your face pressed against it.

You should say something. Tell him that ever since the first time you saw him, you knew you wanted him to be a part of your life. Whether as a friend or a lover, you weren’t sure. But as soon as his eyes fell on you and he greeted you with a smile, you realized you weren’t just meeting him― you were recognizing him. You had never seen him before and yet his presence brought you a peaceful warmth. The first conversation flowed easily as if you had shared your best years together and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, in some other life, you had.

He belonged in your life. And that thought was only cemented with the continuous calls and texts you exchanged while he was abroad. You felt like a little kid, grinning widely whenever your phone buzzed and, without even looking at the screen, you already knew it was him. And now, after months and months of imagining his expressions, he is here, right in front of you and you can’t believe it’s taking you this much courage to finally do something about it, tell him to―

Yuuta grabs the zippers of your jacket.

“Four! Three! Two!”

For the first time, his indecision is palpable. His body sways on his heels almost imperceptibly, backwards and forwards, not knowing what to do next. Yuuta looks down at his hands, your wrinkled jacket inside his fists and he mentally kicks himself for not being able to take the next step. He wants you, he wants you so bad he’s afraid of letting go and surrendering himself to a life of yearning from the sidelines. However, he’s mostly afraid of finally acting on his feelings and finding out, deep down, you didn’t feel the same after all.

“Yuuta,” you whisper.

His lips part as he raises his eyes back to yours.

“Kiss me.”

“One!”

His lips are pressing on yours. He’s kissing you― Yuuta is kissing you while the rest of the pub is cheering for the new year, yet only the two of you exist at this moment. All that matters now is his hands that have let go of your jacket and are now pulling you closer by the small of your back and his lips that taste like beer and yearning, like summer afternoons and the promise of a better tomorrow.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and you feel his back arching and lifting you up your feet. Yuuta steadies you by placing one of his hands on the middle of your back, securely holding you while his lips glide against yours. His touch is both gentle and desperate, the feeling of coming back home mixes with the exhilaration of new love and you swear you have never felt so much at the same time. You kiss him like you’ll never get enough of him, even though just by looking at your eyes he’s already giving you everything you ever wanted.

It takes a moment before he finally puts you down. Your breath crashes with his when you pull away from each other, still a little dizzy and disoriented, warm cheeks and blown-out pupils lost in each other.

“Hi,” he sighs, a silly smile drawn on his face. You chuckle softly against his lips and gently cup the sides of his face.

“Happy New Year,” you say, and Yuuta doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy.

He kisses you again.

[missmeinyourbones]

i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try ｡･:*:☆

okkotsu yuuta x reader | wc: 1.2k+ | L’s FOLKLORE event

While you know that no one is perfect, you think Yuuta comes pretty close.

Like an angel sent down to earth to walk amongst men, everything about Yuuta seems to radiate an ethereal sweetness. He holds the door open for strangers in the post office, adapts to his ever-changing schedule without breaking a sweat, offers his jacket to you whenever he catches you shiver in the slightest. 

He’s alarmingly good at everything, and still somehow always leaves you feeling important and worthy of kindness. It’s truly a gift—one you aren’t quite sure if he notices.

You sit together in a study room of your university’s library, scrambling to complete a math assignment due first thing tomorrow morning. 

Well, you’re scrambling. Yuuta’s more than halfway done with the paper in hand, casually gliding from question to question without an issue.

You can’t help yourself from seeking his validation.

“Can you check this one for me?” you slide your worksheet over the table, gesturing to the problem you just barely finished.

It’s messy, scribbled with random numbers and calculations all over the margins and corners of the paper. Little doodles sit in-between the few spaces the math doesn't reach—a flower with a smiley face, a sailboat on an ocean, your name written in calligraphy. 

“Sure,” he warmly replies.

You watch his soft features harden with concentration as he brings the paper closer to his face. His eyes rake over the equation with ease, mentally solving the problem as he follows along with your shown work. 

“You forgot to carry over the exponent here,” he mumbles beneath his breath, using his pencil to hover over your small mistake, “but other than that, it looks good.”

He slides the sheet back your way, and your hands just barely brush when you take it back from his hold. The tips of his fingers leave a buzzing warmth on your skin.

Looking over the worksheet, he’s right. Your mistake was minute, barely noticeable to someone in a rush, but Yuuta scoped it out with no problem at all. He’s always been good with things like that, observant and calculated as ever.

“You’re so good at this,” you subconsciously beam, returning your attention to erasing the wrong numbers messily scribbled before you.

Yuuta doesn't say anything, he almost doesn't believe you’re talking to him, until you continue. 

“It’s like being good at everything just comes naturally to you,” you brush the eraser shavings from with the table with a blow of air. “Not very fair, if you ask me,” you fake-hurt with a teasing smile. 

His mouth goes dry as his pencil stops writing. 

“Are you kidding?” he manages to squawk out. 

A bit caught off guard with his response, you simply tilt your head in confusion. Yuuta shakes his own with a dismissive wave. 

“Nothing about me is natural,” he mindlessly rejects the complement. 

Even the stupid word feels wrong in his mouth, natural. He’s never been called that, never thought of himself as anything even close to it. If anything, he’s artificial—always trying to do and say and think according to other’s wishes. He’s a lot of things: compliant, apprehensive, odd. Never organic, never natural. 

He’s never stopped to think that, maybe others don’t see him that way. He doesn’t understand why someone would think such a foolish thing, but after all, he’s no mind reader.

“What do you mean?” your voice is a bit hesitant, but genuine and curious nonetheless. 

Yuuta’s never had to explain himself before. He’s never said the things he thinks of himself aloud—scared to speak them into existence, only letting them ruminate in his mind like an unspoken mantra. 

He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know where to start. In fear of letting the ever-flowing glass of anxiety fill and tip over, he settles for what he knows best—a good ol’ fashioned, light hearted and self-deprecating joke. 

“All I do is try,” he shrugs, playing the off conversation as casual when it’s anything but. “I try, like, embarrassingly hard. It’s pretty pathetic.”

You simply stare at him for a moment, not that he’s brave enough to directly look at you, but he can feel your gaze hot on him through his peripheral. You stay silent for a few seconds (that feel like inching hours in Yuuta’s time) before simply returning to your attention to the next math problem.

With a hmph of wonder, you simply disagree, “Doesn’t come across that way.”

A weird, undiscovered part of Yuuta feels relieved. However, he knows it shouldn’t mean much. Maybe you’re lying, pitying him and telling him what he wants to hear to avoid an awkward and unprompted conversation. 

He decides to deflect the conversation elsewhere. 

“That’s good to know, I guess,” the equation he tries to focus on is unreadable with the heavy beating of his heart against his chest, “maybe I’m just a really good actor.”

A soft grin threatens to creep across your face as you nod in return, “Oscar-worthy, even.”

Yuuta finds himself mimicking your expression without thinking. 

“Well,” he sighs with a sleepy smile of his own, “if I’m ever nominated for one, you can be my plus-one.”

The silence returns, a bit more comfortable now as the two of you focus on finishing your assignments. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room are the scratching of pen on paper and the occasional yawn from one of you. 

Your voice almost startles him when you finally do speak up again. Soft and cautious, as if walking on eggshells, your tone is tender compared to your prior teasing.

“I hope you know that you don’t have to try around me,” you whisper, wanting to press your words beneath his skin and into his bones, so he’s forced to remember them. “I like you how you are,” you insist with a gleam in your eye, one that Yuuta can’t quite read. 

His breath hitches in the slightest, not having expected such a serious confession from you over algebraic and differential equations.

“Oh, thanks,” he blushes at the sudden sincerity of your words, before backtracking with a rushed, “I try not to try around you.”

The snort you let out almost makes him jump in his seat, but he covers himself with a minor flinch. 

“You try not to try?” you repeat with a confused giggle. 

Though you mean well, your words can’t help but remind Yuuta of his own feeble thoughts. 

“Yeah. Like I told you, pathetic.”

“I don’t think you’re pathetic, Yuuta,” your response is a bit too quick, almost harsh as it slips from your tongue without second thought.

Yuuta doesn’t know what prompts his next inquiry, but something in your eyes lights a fire beneath him. Unsure if it’s bravery, because he aches to know exactly what it is you see in him, or fear, because he doesn’t know what he is if not pathetic, the question comes regardless. 

“What am I, then?” leaves his throat without falter. 

There’s something in his voice, a pleading desperation that leaves the homework before you long forgotten. You find yourself reaching over the table separating you. Your hand grabs his, preventing his pencil from harshly pressing into the paper any further. 

The simple touch has him shaking in anticipation and exhaling in relief all at the same time. His eyes find yours as he melts beneath your hold. 

“I think you’re good,” you heart sits on the tip of your tongue, dripping like honey as you reassure the kindest person you know, “to your very core.”

[veshiro]

Hiii! Could I possibly request a toge inumaki x reader with mutual pining?? Like maybe reader learned a lot of sign language to be able to communicate with him but is too shy to go up and speak to him with it? Or maybe some hurt/comfort with protective!toge? I'll appreciate anything you write, thank you!! 😊

as a sucker for mutual pining i am more than happy to oblige!! idk why this took me so long, writer’s block hit really hard😭😭

now when you first met toge during your first year at jujutsu tech, you were kind of afraid to talk to him

he seemed like a scary dude, just staring and standing there with his hands in his pockets

it wasn’t until yuuta joined that you realized he’s completely the opposite of who you thought he was

it all started during a mission where gojo paired to the both of you to clear an abandoned warehouse of grade 4 curses

you may or may not have gotten distracted from toge’s cursed speech (seeing it in action fr has got to be an experience) and got smacked against a cement wall

he immediately reacted and held you in his arms as he finished taking care of the curses, the last thing you saw before passing out was his face

and now here you were, utterly enamored

it was so obvious. but not to the man himself, clearly

you two would play games together, watch movies in his dorm every night, and regularly go out on “dates”

so why aren’t you together🤨

everyone knew. so, often they would leave you and toge together during afternoon training

it was one of your late night study sessions when you decide to suck up your fears

you learned how to say various phrases in sign language to help him feel more included in conversations

including a confession

it took him a minute to realize what you had meant before a giant smile spread across his face

he wasn’t planning on it, but shyly whispered “i like you too” in your ear

everyone was like “finally” when you told them about your new relationship

[drxwsyni]

show me heaven, take me to hell︱okkotsu yuuta x f!reader

“Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore. He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.” a/n: this is my part for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab! i was really excited to write a fic with this prompt, and this collab was super fun so pls go check out the other writers involved!!! words: 3.7k warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+, noncon, somnophilia, virginity loss, rough-ish sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking for a quick moment, creampie, a little praise, heavy stalking & obsessive behaviour, gen. yandere themes

Yuuta liked to think he had control over his emotions—but peering down at you, he knew that was far from the truth. How those emotions manifested was what he could control, because if it weren’t for the steely expression cemented into his face, he’d be sure you’d know of all the debased things running rampant throughout his mind.

And yet, he doesn’t fear the falter in his masquerade right now.

You’re fast asleep, none the wiser to the looming figure of your boyfriend, locked onto the way your chest slowly rises and falls in a rhythmic manner. How his eyes nearly gloss over as they travel down the curves of your body, half exposed as you’ve only pulled the sheets up to settle around your waist.

Yuuta reminds himself to breathe, exhaling a little too shakily, wondering to himself how he’s made it this far. He was a damn good actor, and he knows that fact currently stood as the only thing that’s gotten him to where he is today.

If he thinks back, it’s hard to even find one moment out of all the time he’s spent with you in which he’d shown you his genuine self. Hell, the very first time you spoke to him wasn’t even honest. He remembers asking you your name after introducing himself, lying through his teeth because he already knew what your name was. Yuuta knew what rank you were (well below his), your cursed technique (too weak to really protect yourself), how long you’d been working alongside Gojo (two weeks―starting the day after Yuuta had gone overseas). But he still asked, enamoured with the way you bashfully looked down at your feet when he praised you for being able to put up with the white haired sorcerer so far.

Another lie―how he claimed he’d love to team up with you and show you around, when it was just to keep you as far from any real danger as possible.

But you didn’t know that, going along with each and every falsehood that left his mouth. Lie after lie, he’d draw on the knowledge of you he’d spent months gathering, gradually molding his character into whichever form earned those soft little gifts of affection. Becoming the person you wanted, the person you needed, slowly until you recognized him as someone special. Yuuta did everything right—only to be completely overwhelmed now that he had you alone.

Because of course suppressing himself wouldn’t work out in the long run. Burying the desire that felt goddamn near insatiable, ignoring the feeling of it festering, growing into something ugly and uncontrollable—the kind of thing he saw in others, and exactly what he was trying to protect you from. But Yuuta wouldn’t let himself believe that what you really needed protecting from was him, even though standing over you now, proof of that reality was finally beginning to surface.

Just for a second, maybe not even that, it crossed his mind—just a taste couldn’t hurt, right?

The bound passion he could never let see the light of day unraveled in the dead of night. You were just so tempting, blissfully unaware of the danger towering over you, a vulnerability that tore away at the seams of his self control.

Yuuta felt the first thread snap, a barely there fracture to spur his irreversible descent into self-destruction.

Moving without really even thinking of any future consequences, long fingers that were calloused from battle and endless training reached to where the sheets atop you rested. White, silken and gleaming under the moonlight, he carefully, calculatedly pulled them down your body. Letting it pool at the foot of the bed, he slowly appraised your sleeping form.

An almost inaudible curse left him, whispered under his breath—he didn’t even notice the way your sleeping shorts were discarded onto the floor before peeling back the sheets, but he couldn’t miss it now. Maybe...you wanted him to find you like this?

No...he knew you weren’t that daring. The two of you might be dating, but all those past insistences of not wanting to move too fast, dancing around intimacy like it was the bane of all evil alone told him that this naivety was genuine.

There was that, and the fact that you were staying in his guest bedroom. Too shy to sleep in the same bed, how cute. He was all too understanding just a few hours ago, leaving you for the night and planning on retiring to his room. Only he was drawn right back to where you lay, realizing it was yet another subconscious lie to tell you he was fine with taking things slow, giving you your space.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in this room—there was absolutely no way you planned on Yuuta finding you like this.

A voice in the back of his head warns him, tugging at his subconscious to leave you be. Yuuta ignores it for the first time, crossing a new boundary, knowing that it won’t be the last.

You’re sprawled on your back with the hem of your oversized shirt riding up just a little.

A little too much, he thinks, eyes travelling lower and lower until they land on the lace trim of your panties. Thin, adorned with a small bow at the top. His fingers itch, wanting to feel the fabric for himself, likely soft in comparison to his rough hands.

Yuuta props one knee up onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly with his weight. With one more glance, just to make completely sure you’re still fast asleep, he allows his fingers to trace up the inside of your leg. Gliding along your calf, then meeting the soft plush of your thigh. Your muscles don’t even twitch, unmoving as his hand gradually creeps higher, higher, higher.

All he needs is to be closer, something to tide him over until you’re willing to let him in. He wants to know just what it feels like to have you under him, little weaknesses you hold that nobody else knows of.

Just a taste, he reminds himself.

Yuuta peers down at you, relieved and on edge at the same time when the tips of his fingers brush against the cotton fabric of your panties. Ever so lightly, his ring finger dips lower, gently pressing against your clothed slit.

The heat between your thighs makes him shiver, warmth pulling him in impossibly closer. Your legs are spread just enough for Yuuta’s hand to fit perfectly in between them, almost invitingly so. He feels like all of his nerves are standing on end, vibrating as just the simplest touch has such a large effect on him.

It’s a familiar feeling, despite always looking at ease, he frequently had to mask these turbulent emotions inside him so that he didn’t scare you away, just as so many others did. This new sensation, not having to worry about constant control, it was unimaginably refreshing. He didn’t want it to end.

You don’t seem to be stirred in the slightest, which is good, because he’s not quite satisfied. The both of you did have a tiring day to be fair—now making you a heavy sleeper. Yuuta deems it a saving grace, curiosity unquelled in wanting to know how far he could push his luck.

That same singular finger travels along the dainty fabric, gently dragging up your folds until stopping at your clit. Experimentally pressing into it, Yuuta spots the way your brows just barely draw together for a moment. The sound of your breathing meets his ears, turned airy as your lips part when he begins rubbing back and forth, a light friction that makes your sensitive, untouched body react unconsciously as you continue to sleep.

Yuuta thinks for a second of how you touch yourself when you’re alone—if you do as he is now, teasing your clit, making you squirm at the light stimulation. You’re not waking up, but your body is still reactive even in this state. With how your panties hug the curves of your body, how he presses them into your heat, it’s not hard to see the small patch of your arousal already leaking through.

It’s cute, you’re so much more honest when you’re asleep.

An idea strikes him, coming more as an intrusive thought than anything helpful, but it’s dangerously enticing nonetheless—if he could make you cum without waking you up. Earn a glimpse of what he hoped you’d let him see eventually.

You look like you want it, chest rising and falling a little heavier, and when he pointedly nudges your clit with the smallest increase in force, your breath hitches.

It would be cruel to leave you like this—Yuuta isn’t a cruel man.

He’s doing this for you now, not himself. It’s repeated in his head, words reassuring as he slinks onto the bed. His grip is delicate, pushing your thighs apart a tad bit more, just enough to make room to lower himself between them.

Eye level with your heat, the scent of your arousal washes over him. He can’t help but place a few ghosted kisses on your inner thighs, a quick nip at the supple skin that leads to a trail of the same before his lips hover over the seat of your panties.

Through long lashes, he focuses on your face, almost shuddering with you as his tongue comes into contact with the patch of wetness, dampness growing as he licks a slow strip up over the cloth. Yuuta repeats the action—once, twice, three times, then loses count. His movements are slow, soft and steady, taking what he can get but soon becoming frustrated with the barrier in his way.

The hands placed on your thighs twitch, and it only seems logical that if he wants to finish what he started, he needs to make things a little easier for himself. An unnatural strength imbued with cursed energy flows through his palms. He’s eager, doing it without thinking, not realizing the force he puts behind his actions until the seams of your panties tear with almost no resistance.

Yuuta’s eyes widen slightly, because his plan was to merely push the fabric aside. But that problem can wait, especially when he can’t.

The offending fabric is casted aside, and Yuuta knows he wants to take his time. Testing the waters, his thumbs come up to spread apart your soaked folds, taking in the way your hole clenches around nothing as he gently blows cold air against it.

He’s not shocked to find your muscles twitching so easily now, reacting to every little thing he does. Not shocked, but it does make him greedy. It makes him want to abandon caution entirely. Taking his time turns out to be a lot easier said than done—when his tongue places a few kitten licks onto your clit, the near sinful whimper that escapes you has his lips latching on and sucking instead.

You’re always so quick to flee from him, Yuuta can barely get a lasting kiss in before you push him away. To hear that leave your mouth, intentional or not, it’s dangerous. He’s starved for intimacy, starting to lose sight on why he’s worked so hard to become close with you, drowning in the thoughts of why he instead wants to rip that safety he provides from you entirely just to see the things you keep hidden from him and everyone else.

There’s his own personal heat building, hips grinding into the mattress now and then to relieve the ache you don’t even know you’re causing in him so quickly. It doesn’t do much, if anything it only makes his resolve weaken, low groans making their way up his throat and sending soft vibrations onto your sensitive nub.

His tongue darts back out, flattening as your hips buck against his face, trying to gain more friction.

And all it tells him is that you want this—just as much as he does. You’ve never told him, but you don’t need to. Your body speaks for itself.

The wet muscle pushes past your entrance, Yuuta’s nose bumping your clit every time his head jerks when his tongue curls against your walls. From how your body tenses, the feeling unmistakable under his large hands, he can tell you’re getting close.

All the breathy sighs and whines leaving you, the overwhelming taste of you on his tongue and in his mouth, it clouds his judgment more and more as each second passes.

Yuuta forgets about the hard work he’s put in to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up choosing him over everyone else. You’re intoxicating, and he can’t get enough. There’s no such thing as just a taste, not when he’s stopped trying to hold back and instead starts trying to devour you.

You deserve more, he thinks, coating his ring finger with your slick, teasingly swirling it around your entrance before letting it sink into your heated pussy. It reaches far deeper than his tongue, and with a few thrusts, curling his finger inside you, Yuuta finds what he’s searching for as you tense hard around the slender digit. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Yet no matter what he does, it’s still not enough. He wants to watch you finally fall apart, wants you to stop pushing him away.

And he realizes, it’s not a want, but a need. One that can’t be satisfied as easily as he thought when he first removed the sheets from your unsuspecting body. Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore.

He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.

Yuuta can’t think straight to save his life, he’s hooked on the way your body shakes beneath him, adding another finger pumping in and out of you, groaning against your clit as he desperately ruts against the bed.

You’re responding so well, it only confuses him more as to why you haven’t let him take care of you sooner, as clearly you needed him like this. He can practically hear his name fall from your lips, airy and begging him for more.

His eyes are screwed shut, and yours are open.

“Ahh—Yuuta...wh—ngh”

Those calloused fingers know just how to make you shake in pleasure, not relenting as you suddenly cum around them. He feels your swollen clit throb, over and over against his tongue.

When you start to convulse, near pained whimpers leaving you, he finally stops.

He’s frozen for a moment, your full awareness dawning on him.

A sheen of sweat clings to you, chest heaving, heartbeat going a mile a minute and hammering against your ribcage. You were falling back down from the high that made you see stars, the closer to reality you got, the more you understood what had happened.

The fear would hit you first, and it’d be fast—you’d scream, fight, try to leave him.

Yuuta knew this, he knew you, and so he moved faster.

Before you could make another sound, panic rising in your throat, a firm hand clamps over your mouth.

And god, you look fucking terrified. Both hands flying up to push him away, nails biting into his wrist while tears begin to well in your eyes. Irises swirling with fear, confusion, betrayal.

It should make him feel guilty, it does—but it’s not enough to stop him from wanting to make it worse.

His palm stays cemented over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

It’s not, all your squirming does is grind against his aching cock. And he’s so far gone that he might as well go further—he doesn’t even try to stop you. The hand over your mouth pins you down well enough, your body so much weaker compared to his.

“M’sorry, just—fuck…”

You’re not calming down, struggling harder with each second that goes by while Yuuta fights to hold you still.

“It’s alright, baby, you’re okay.” With everything running through his mind, the only thing consistent and true is that he has to be inside you. 

His free hand grips the waistband of his sweats and boxers, hastily pulling them both down at the same time. He hisses when the cold air of the room meets his cock, slapping against his abdomen. He’s already in between your legs, and you’re still trying to get away, hips lifting off the sheets as your legs helplessly kick. Your movements are uncalculated, frantic—it’s an accident when his cock brushes against your heat.

You squeal at the contact, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him from rutting against you, length sliding between your folds and coating him in your slick. A slight shudder runs through you as the tip of his cock catches on your puffy clit, repeatedly nudging it with each thrust.

It’s not enough. Not before, not now, he can’t seem to satisfy whatever want inside him has broken loose, and you’re forced to deal with it all because he couldn’t keep himself in check.

“Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good...promise you—”

Yuuta practically chokes on his words, lining himself up with your entrance, unable to stop his hips from pushing himself inside you all in one go. Blood rushing behind his ears drowns out the sound of your whimpers, lost in the way you keep sucking him back in when he goes to pull out. So goddamn tight—Yuuta’s glad he’s made sure he was the first to get to you, despite the circumstances.

He’s a mess, you’re a mess, it’s sloppy and it’s perfect, because the quick back and forth of his hips goes so deep that he’s grinding against your clit with each thrust. Your whines are in tandem with his movements, pain mixing with the building warmth spreading throughout you.

The body draped over yours is so much larger, broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight as Yuuta keeps himself propped up above you with a hand beside your head. The one over your mouth disappears, lightly wrapping around your throat for better purchase instead.

It’s too easy to lose himself now, letting his guard down—and you jump at the chance.

There’s a shove to his chest, and then he’s being kicked down the bed. The door is on the adjacent side of the room and so to make quick time you scramble across the bed sheets. Of course, a hand too cold clamps around your ankle, and it feels like he’s about to crush the bone beneath when Yuuta drags you back.

All your pleas go ignored, and he’s suffocating as your body is pinned against the bed by his own.

A lanky yet toned arm snakes around your waist, lifting your hips to meet his. “Just a bit—” there’s a pause, groaning as he drives his cock right back into your pussy, “—bit longer…”

Yuuta hasn’t completely forgotten why he decided to take things this far, his free hand reaching down to toy with your clit. With the new angle, his cockhead hits that soft, spongy patch that has your walls fluttering around his length.

Your fighting spirit diminishes more and more, not much strength to begin with in how you were woken up, only worsened by the way the coil in your stomach keeps tightening. When you go to shove the arm wrapped around your body, it’s not genuine, not completely at least. You’re overwhelmed just as much as him, and letting it happen doesn’t seem all that bad.

Slick is dripping down your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room alongside his grunts and your airy moans.

There’s a shake in your body, legs unable to keep themselves up as your voice breaks through the noise. “Yuuta...p-please…”

It doesn’t matter what it is you’re begging for exactly, but he tries to console you anyways. “I’m right here, baby. Just let go for me…”

The pads of his fingers press harder circles around your clit as the cant of his hips picks up.

You’re reaching your end, unmistakable in the way you tighten around his length, your muscles contracting and releasing. Yuuta is right behind you, thrusts growing erratic, barely pulling halfway out before sinking in again.

“Ah—that’s it, cum for me, good girl—”

There’s a moment where you go quiet, body locking up and mouth opening into a silent scream. It’s enough to have Yuuta’s body reacting much the same, a harsh ‘fuck’ leaving his lips before painting your walls white. There’s no thought to pull out, just that he wants to relax with you in his arms.

You’re trembling, aftershocks washing over you in waves, especially when he slowly drags his cock out and past your g-spot before leaving you empty.

Yuuta finally releases you from his hold, watching as you slump pitifully into the mattress. There’s a trail of his cum leaking down your slit, a little pool of it forming on the sheets. You look absolutely ruined, face turned and smushed against the bed—he can see the tears heavily wetting your cheeks, mouth agape as your chest heaves.

And he just...stares. Somewhat out of breath himself, hunched over, unmoving otherwise while realization crashes down on him.

You’d never forgive him, you’ll leave the second you get the chance. What Yuuta’s done to you is irreversible.

...As far as you know.

It’s always been like this, he thinks. Yuuta keeps you endlessly in the dark, meticulous pre-planning to make sure you’re protected always. And so he steps away, tucks himself back into his boxers, pulling up his sweats and grabs his phone. It looks like you’ve pretty much fallen asleep, which makes his job easier.

Plan A through Z, Yuuta has something to fall back on no matter what.

The screen illuminates his face, fingers swiping until Inumaki’s contact shines back at him. The cursed speech user owes him a favour, and there’s no time more perfect in Yuuta’s mind than now to cash it in.

A deep sigh from him sounds throughout the room—you won’t remember this happened, none of it. Yuuta will clean you up before Inumaki arrives, use reverse cursed technique to handle any wounds you may have, and then he’ll have his friend make you forget anything past going to bed.

While he still wants to keep you safe, keep you pure—it’s no longer for the same reasons. 

Darkened eyes land on your weakened form, and Yuuta knows this won’t be enough for him. You’ll push him away, he’ll get impatient...the rest is predictable, to say the least.

His message sends, phone turning black. 

Somehow, he’ll need to find a way to earn more favours.

[tobiotetsu]

strays

chapter one: sit 

pairing: Tojixf!reader, ft Naoya

genre: angst, 18+, NSFW, age gap, cheating, a teaspoon of fluff

Summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan sees a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojos, who’s a young successful jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.

word count: 4.3k

chapter warnings: violence, naoya being himself, grammar mistakes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

a/n: I have such a fat toji brain rot rn so I decided to write a series for him. lets see if I’ll finish this one! feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 hope you enjoy!  (the lovely fan art i used for the header is from @ jj59u on twitter!)

 masterlist ♕ next

You could swear you saw stars spinning as you hit the ground. You were definitely rusty but this? This was too much. Maki and Megumi handed you your ass more times than you could count.

���You know you’re supposed to be our teacher right? What were you even doing in Morocco?” Megumi said as he extended his arm to you.

“I went to check up on Yuuta, Megumi, I’m sorry I didn’t train every second” you spat out at him with an eye roll. He responded with a disappointed stare and turned away.

You knew he was only saying those things for your best interest. And the worst part was he was right. You couldn’t afford to be rusty, not when you had a complicated tie to one of the big three clans and especially not when you were a female jujutsu sorcerer.

“Gojo said you’re taking us today!” you’re brought back from your thoughts as Maki shouted across the room. “Something about him and a far more important affair than taking the next generation to their doom.”

You let out a small laugh. Of course, Gojo would leave you to drive Maki and Megumi to this month’s monthly Zen’in meeting. Even though they didn’t associate with their clan, their blood held power that could never be taken away. A blood claim was the highest claim that could be made, therefore to save them from future chaos with exiled members, they pretend to be on good terms with them. If they did not attend these meetings, it could result in death. The only one to never attend was Megumi's father but apparently, he was known as a “special case”. The Zen’in clan was the definition of playing dirty, so to avoid the worst, Gojo advised both his Zen’in students to attend such meetings without resistance.

“Of fucking course he did”

You hated wearing kimonos. Ever since you wear a little girl, it was the one thing you despised the most. You prefer to wear something comfortable and accessible for fighting. Megumi looked at you from the passenger seat and noticed your frustrations.

“I hate them too” he offers a light smile as he tries to make up for the earlier events. You return a simple smile back to him as you pull up to the Zen’in’s main estate. You looked at Megumi as he starts to fidget with his hands awaiting the hell they’re about to enter. If you were maybe ten years older, you would believe that he was your son. He was very similar to you in more ways in one which helped you connect to him when you became a teacher at the school. Right when you joined, you took both the Zen’in outcasts in your arms naturally.

“If you guys want me to come earlier to pick you up, just call me, okay?” you reassure them as you all exit from the parked car. As you make your way to the   front doors of the estate, you were greeted by some of the Zen’in clan’s caretakers. The three of you synchronously bow your heads in respect and thank them for their hosting your students. This was usually the part where you’d make your way back to your car and escape the terrifying grounds but, sadly not this time.

“Thank you for coming Megumi kun, Maki chan and y/n san, please enter” the three of your bowed heads snap up in synch with the same expression plastered on your faces. The Zen’in never extended entry to these meetings to anyone without their blood.

“Excuse me, I just came to drop Maki chan and Megumi Kun here, sorry for the interruption,” you say trying to justify the potential accidental invitation.

“No please, the head Naobito Zenin himself is waiting for your arrival” 

You didn’t think it was even possible for your faces to look more confused than they actually did till those words left her mouth. What the fuck? You turn to look at Maki and Megumi beside you to make sense of the situation but they’re as dumbfounded as you.

You hesitantly enter with your two students into a den of snakes, knowing damn well you did not belong. Eyes lingered on your figure as you walked by the dim halls. As far as you knew, you weren’t the secret love child of a Zen’in, so why were you being escorted to see the head of the clan?

The lady escorting you stopped in front of a door that you assumed held the most important person in the house. She bowed her head down wishing you and only you to enter.

The room was equally as dark as the hall you entered from. The only thing lighting the area were the lamps lined against the perimeter. You lowered your head to the man in front of you, only acknowledging him, no the figure standing beside him.

“Sit” It was the first time you heard the head of the Zen’in clan’s voice. It was hard, cold and it caused you to crumble under the pressure. You immediately comply and sit in front of him. You dare to raise your head to see the faces in front of you, Naobito Zen’in and standing beside him was a tall man who had yellow hair with green tips. If you weren’t mistaken, that was Maki’s cousin, a misogynistic, classist idiot who couldn’t stand Maki because of her lack of cursed energy.

“Thank you for coming today, we spoke to the Gojo clan and they agreed that this would be the best decision” Naobito spoke which future drove your confusion.

“Excuse me head of the  Zen’in clan, I truly do not know the reason for my invitation,” your usual strong voice sounds pathetic right now. 

“You are arranged to become my wife,” Naoya says nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if marriage wasn’t a deadly bond forged by two people to ruin their lives.

“WHAT?” A roar comes out of your throat as you shoot up to your feet. “NO”

“Sit, y/n” Naobito ordered. His stern voice nearly cuts your will. It takes everything in you not to comply.

“Why? Why me? What do you want from me?” You ask frantically still holding your stance.

“HE SAID SIT YOU DAMN DOG” Naoya shouted at you before his father raised his hand signalling him to halt.

“The Gojo clan and ours made a deal. Since you are not a proper member of the clan we wanted to get you off their hands and they agreed,” Naobito said calmly as if this was a normal occurrence.

You were about to wring Gojo’s throat.

“I refuse. I have never had any intentions of marrying anyone in my life and they aren’t going to change now.” You turn to exit the room and get the fuck out of this place, but a rough hand grabbed your wrist for dear life.

“You’re just a bitch the Gojo family picked up because you’re a half breed. Nothing else, so sit like the good dog you are.” He spat out as his grip tightened.

“I may be a dog, but I sure ain’t yours” you spat right back at him and twisted out of his iron-hard grip then ran out the door and into the halls of the estate. You didn’t know where you were going but you never stopped. 

Did Gojo really do this to you? Did the higher-ups? 

All because they refuse to see a woman in power. Anger bubbled through your veins as you start running faster down halls that look the same as the ones you passed. You were lost and didn’t know how to get out of this maze from hell.

As you turned into a smaller hall you ran straight into a hard wall, toppling over. You curse your damn Kinomo for dragging which you assumed caused your tumble. As you sit up, you get a view of what you ran into. It definitely wasn’t a wall because it made a rough grunt as you ran into him. A tall muscular man wearing all black with a bag over his shoulders turned towards you. His face was almost a mirror of yours, pure annoyance and anger.

What caught you off guard was his appearance, he had straight black hair down to the nape of his neck, a strong prominent jawline with a matching set of emerald green eyes, which had reminded you of Megumi’s. He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi. Maybe they were of a close relation? Your head was spinning too much to care about that right now, all you wanted was to get out of this maze from hell.

“The fuck?” a deep voice pulls you from your dazed state. The man in front of you looked down at you, his face contorted in disgust.

Patience has never been your strong suit, that tied with your annoyance with this situation caused you to break.

“What?” You shot back at him with the same energy he threw at you. His reaction indicated that he never expected to come out of your mouth. “No apology?” he said with a raised brow.

“Like I owe you shit,” you say as you pull yourself from the ground and brushing off the dirt from your kimono.

“s’cuse me?” his voice raised, he sounded absolutely terrifying but it didn’t seem to matter to you. You basically just told the head of the Zen’in clan to fuck off. All these damn Zen’ins with their superiority complexes.

“All you fucking people seem to think you’re high and mighty because you’re a part of some big shot clan. You Zen’ins condemn anyone you see as inferior and you despise women. Well, screw your apology and screw you. I. Don’t. Owe. You. Shit. Did you hear that?” You spit out harshly, making sure to annunciate each syllable.

You take a deep breath after finishing your sentence but it’s immediately knocked out of you as the large man in front of you grabs you by your wrists and slams you hard into the wall.  

“You know you got a big mouth for a lady, most guys don’t like a loud woman,” he says looking down at you, hair covering his eyes. His body easily holds yours down. Fuck. You really should have trained in morocco.

Panic. That’s all that you’re feeling as you didn’t know what he would do next. You try to speak but, no words come out; not even air from your lungs escapes.

frozen.

A scoff escapes the man as he opens his mouth to say something but immediately stops. His eyes linger on your right wrist that the previous Zen’in grabbed. A few inches under where his hand laid, a dark burgundy bruise paints your skin, a fresh bruise that happened minutes before.

Your arms drop at his release. anger, shame, fear. Your head drops, eyes glued to the ground as your back rests against the cool brick wall. Part of you keeps your head down because you don’t want to face your reality.

“What are you doing here?” the same rough voice asks you, now standing a few feet away from you. You look straight up at him. He’s leaning on the wall opposite you.

“I don’t even fucking know,” you say on your breath. “I’m just trying to get out of this hell hole.”

Something you said must have meant something to him as he pushed himself off the wall then proceeded to walk down the alleyway.

“Here” he pushed aside a stack of hay from the dead-end, revealing a wooden door. “Take a left at the end” he holds open the door for you, his other hand holding his duffle.

“And why would I trust you?” you push yourself off the wall and ask him hesitantly.

That probably was the wrong thing to say by his reaction. He lets out a small chuckle as he slams the door then walks towards you

“The fuck if I care” he says as he walks past you. By the time you turned to look at him, he was gone.

Today had become a bigger headache than you thought it would be. Screw it. You walked to the door and prayed this man wasn’t leading you to your death, but at this point, death was favourable to any Zen’in.

But you couldn’t die just yet, as you remembered you had someone’s neck to strangle.

“GOJO FUCKING SATORU” you burst into jujutsu tech screaming his name, startling him and Nanami.

“Wow, you look nice!! Did you just get ba-” before he could finish your sentence you jump on him ready to punch him square in his face. “You really sent me to get married to Naoya Zen’in??” you scream as the two of youtumble on the ground. Unfortunately, your already weakened body is like play dough in Gojo's hands. He easily gets out of under you and has you pinned. It was the third time this day you had beaten and cornered.

“Huh?? You’re getting married?” he said confused as he let go of you.

After nearly 30 minutes of explaining the situation to Gojo and Nanami, you decide to retreat to the training grounds on the perimeter of jujutsu tech. You had spent the day getting beaten and battered by men all day. The frustration in you started to make your blood boil. Megumi was right, when did you become so weak?

You don’t know how much time passed, you’d been training harder than you ever had in months. You knew your potential and that you were yet to be there. 

Strength training, weights, HIIT, boxing, you went through them like Gojo went through his mochi. Sweat poured down your face as you kept punching the sand bang in front of you. They say to imagine your worst enemy's face for the best results but you couldn’t choose. 

The Zen’ins? Naoya? The Gojo clan? Yourself?

Exhaustion took over as repeated blows landed on the bag. The large panel of glass that served as the fourth wall of the training room glistened as the moonlight hit it. You tear your boxing gloves and grab your water as you make your way to it. The dark night has taken over with only the moon being the only source of light. It seemed peaceful, quiet; the complete opposite of your brain at the moment.

You closed your eyes, hoping when you open them your problems will be solved.  You won’t have to deal with the Zenin’s or Gojo’s, just that everything will be okay.

A fool’s thought.

A sad chuckle comes out of you as you open your eyes slowly. Nothing changed, still here at 11:12 pm on a weekday. Still in a shit hole with no way to get out.

“You call that a punch?”

Your head whips to the door of the training room. Head almost touching the archway of the door, there stands the man you met a few hours earlier in a dark alley. The lamps surrounding the room lit up his face so you could actually see him this time. The scar on the right side of his mouth looks much deeper than a scratch now. He looked even scarier if it were possible.

“What are you doing here?” shooting him the same question he asked you a few hours ago.

“Just came to visit someone, m’not stalking” he held his hands up in surrender.

 A sudden rush of nervousness takes over your body. The realization of how bitter you were to him came to you.You took out all your anger on someone whom you didn’t even know the name of.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to take out my anger on you” you didn’t bother bowing with your apology, he didn’t seem like the type to be offended if you didn’t. Plus you weren’t very presentable in the first place; sweat-drenched hair and fabric clinging to your body.

“I really don’t give a fuck, m not a Zen’in” the monotonous words spat out of his mouth with ease. He truly seemed like he didn’t care. You shrug your shoulders as a response and took a swing at your water bottle.

Deep down even more guilt festered in you for assuming he was a part of that vile clan. But in your defence, he did look the part.

The only thing the Zen’in clan were blessed with was their looks. They were all great taking. Different shades of dark green and black hair with striking eyes and facial features. Exactly like the man in front of you. 

He was hot. Like very hot. But he seemed old enough to be a teacher to you.  Older than Gojo but definitely younger than Yaga.

“So who are you visiting?” Gloves slide back onto your hands as you readied yourself to start resuming your workout.

“And why do I have to tell you?” he clearly hated small talk.

“Well If you don’t wanna talk then leave” your voice matched his; chillingly cold. You start swinging at the sandbag in front of you hoping that he would take the hint to bid you adieu.

“Then I would miss your shitty punches. You’ve been doing that for the last 10 minutes. if you’re trying to kill someone with 78 punches keep going!” a sarcastic smile danced on his scarred lips.

He must be trying to get a rise out of you at this point. His smile turns into a smirk as he sees the annoyed look on your face.

He drops his crossed arms and walks towards you. Unconsciously you straighten yourself as much as you can, not wanted to look small against him. But with fail you did. He was huge; measuring to approximately 6ft with a build like a professional wrestler. He walked behind you and ghosts his hands around your body.

“It’s all in the stance, you’re not distributing your weight evenly.” he kicks apart your feet forcing your left foot to stand in front of the right.

“Remember your center of gravity is here” one of his hands lightly touched you right under your belly button. Even though it was gentle, his hands were anything but. You could feel the rough skin on his fingertips even through your clothes.

He must have felt your sharp inhale as he touched you because he moved his hand two seconds later. Something about his touch felt electrifying. You were too scared to feel it earlier when he pinned you against the wall, but now, even the smallest touch he laid on your skin made you dizzy.

He must have felt the same as he came back in. His chest was now fully touching your back as he brought his arms around your body to reposition your arms by grabbing your elbows and moving them closer to your chest.

Why was his touch so intoxicating? Maybe you were high on the ten thousand emotions going through your body right now, or maybe it’s because someone hadn’t touched you in the way he did in a year. The touches vanished as quick as they came.

“Try that,” he said stepping away from you “maybe now you’ll be able to get out of that hold from earlier”You drop your arms down to your side embarrassed by your previously frightened state.

“I could get out of that, you just caught me at a bad time” confidence you didn’t know you had left in you came out at his words.

You spoke too soon.

He slammed you against the wall, not as hard as before but equally as fast. He took both of your wrists and held them up above your head in one hand. A rough hand took your chin, tilting it to look at him.

“How about now? Get out of it now” his bright green eyes stared straight into yours. Your chest rose and fell quickly, telling him your state of him without saying a word.

In these moments you really curse your mouth for speaking without thinking it through. You were strong, but weren’t at your best right now. Even so, you doubt you’d actually be able to beat this man in a battle of strength, he was far too powerful.

“What if I don’t wanna get out of it?” another example of speaking without thinking. Yes he was clearly attractive, but you knew nothing of this man, you didn’t even know his name. But here you are hoping that his touches would never stop.

His eyebrows shot up at the sound of your words. His earlier bright eyes turned a shade darker. With one hand still binding your wrists above your head, the other grasped your face and brought your lips into his.

A deep passionate kiss. Everything in your body was going crazy. How you wanted this man to touch every single part of your body. You almost moaned as he deepened the kiss.

This was really happening, you were standing here with a man you barely knew a few hours before you got the news of your supposed arranged marriage.

His hand snaked its way down your body, roughing grabbing everything on its way down, he landed on the flesh of your hip and pulled you closer to him. This action caused your arms to swing down and wrap around his neck.

Now you really did moan. His actions felt like honey, simply cascading over your body with ease and sweetness. He grabbed the back of your thigh and brought your leg up to his waist. You were sure if you got any closer to him you would be having sex. And oh god did you want to. His rough fingers searched for your waistband and your hands pulled at his shirt signalling for him to take it off.

But before your thoughts could progress anymore, a quick sound of thunder spread through the room.

Both of you stood there, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Not a single word was said as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

You wish your senses didn’t kick back in. “I gotta go before it rains”

He hums agreement with your words as he steps back from you.  

Did you make the wrong choice? He was very attractive, slightly older, and a bit detached like you but, enough had happened for today, even though everything in your body was telling you the complete opposite.

“I didn’t get your name” You said to him before he walked out the door.

“Cause I didn’t give it” A  smirk tugs at his lips as he leaned on the side of the doorway.

You scoff at his words, ripping the gloves off your hands and throwing them in your bag.

“Toji, the name’s Toji” And before you looked he was gone.

As if it was on cue, the rain started to pour down on the window. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as your head swung back. Twice in a row, this man strolled into your life in the span of a few hours and he left you with a strange feeling in your core.

A hard kick comes out of you as your foot connects with the punching bag.

“shitty punches my ass”

Drenched clothes and squeaky shoes.

You wanted to avoid the rain for this exact reason, but of course, much like everything else that occurred today, it didn’t go your way.

“y/n!” a hard but kind voiced called your name from behind. It was Nanami with his briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other as he looked ready to leave the school. “Got caught in the rain?”

“No, I just felt like taking a shower with my clothes on” you say with a light-hearted chuckle.”

He takes a deep breath in at your response. “You know you’re very much like Gojo sometimes.”

“Oh please, it would hurt less if you called me an incompetent whore Nanami” the sarcastic words and a pout accompanied by your words made the usually stoic man break into a soft smile.

“Speaking of the devil, Gojo was called to speak to a parent of one of the kids. They might want to speak with you as well so you might want to-”

“Oh no thank you, I don’t do well with parents and I’ve had a more than eventful day.” you frantically cut him off hoping to end this day as soon as possible.

“Of course, you deserve to rest, goodnight y/n” he bids you farewell and you watch him walk until his blue umbrella disappears into the darkness.

Even though the dorms of Jujutsu Tech are pretty small and standard, your thoughts couldn’t stop dreaming of them. The teachers each have a dorm room appointed to them in case they need to spend the night at the school, and your bed was all you yearned for, but your hopes were quickly destroyed.

“Fushiguro, you really have impeccable timing, you know that right?” Gojo’s voice echoed from around the corner, right in front of your dorm’s door. He must have been talking to Megumi about something. You pray that you could squeeze through without them hassling you, but right when you walk around the corner you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“y/n! Just the lady we were looking for. Got someone for you to meet.” Gojo dragged you in by your arm so you couldn’t make a run for it. Beside him was the same tall dark and handsome man which fate brought you to meet once again.

You weren’t dumb, you were just having a bad day. If you hadn’t experienced one of the worst days of your life you might have realized that the man in front of you had identical dashing green eyes as your favourite student. You might have noticed that they had the same jet-black hair and facial structure. You even might have noticed the similarities in their voices. You mentally slam your head on the wall.

‘He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi.’

Of course, he had the same appearance as Megumi.

“y/n this is Fushiguro Toji, Megumi’s father”

[randoimago]

Day 1, Movie Marathon with Yuuta

FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen

Character(s): Yuuta Okkotsu

Type of Request: Oneshot, 🎄

Word Count: 382

Note(s): Okay so I definitely got behind when it came to these. Basically I put all my fandoms in a generator to see which one I wrote for for which day. Then I randomized the characters to see who I would write for in that fandom. 

So I wrote 25 Drabbles/Oneshots for different characters (some fandoms repeated, but each day is a different character).

Festive Prompt List if you’d Like to Request headcanons!!

“You know, Yuji would have happily watched these movies with you.” You shushed the comment that came from the dark-haired boy next to you as you hit the play button on the remote to start the first movie.

Snow fluttered quietly outside as you sat on the disheveled couch in front of the tiny television. Next to you sat Yuuta, who was still confused as to why you asked him to watch these movies with you. 

“I didn’t want to watch movies with Itadori,” you responded after a few minutes. “I wanted to spend time with you~” a sound came from Yuta, causing you to glance at him as he was avoiding eye contact and trying to hide his face. You still saw the tips of his ears turn pink.

“You’re going to kill me,” he huffed and you laughed at that before turning your eyes back to the classic christmas movie that was playing.

You finished that movie and a couple more Christmas movies before you both decided to take a small break to grab more snacks and just walk a bit to help your stiffening muscles.

“This is fun,” Yuuta said as he approached you while you were making another bag of popcorn for the two of you. You smiled at him as he admitted that. At first he was unsure when you had invited him, thinking that maybe you’d want someone else to watch the movies with. 

“It is! Aren’t you glad that I was able to convince you,” you smiled at him as he seemed a bit sheepish at remembering how hesitant he was.

“Y- Yeah, I am. I appreciate it. We should do stuff like this more often,” he told you. You nodded enthusiastically as you gathered up more snacks, Yuuta helping you carry things.

“We still have the rest of the day to watch movies!” Yuuta smiled at your enthusiasm. The two of you sat back down and continued on with your marathon.

The two of you were found later, cuddled up together while asleep as another Christmas movie played in the background. Inumaki made sure to take many photos to tease you both with later, but a soft smile fell onto your team’s faces at how happy you and Yuuta were just sleeping soundly together.