#this seems almost shojo

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Hiii!! I see you’re taking asks! Would you consider doing some Tokyorev boys with a gf who is cool and focused at school and with her hobbies but is kinda oblivious to things outside of that? Like with relationships and when navigating life outside of that. Maybe she doesn’t realize that they like her or something? Maybe it can lead to more? Up to you! I can’t decide who’d be cool for this one though.

Kazutora, Chifuyu, Baji x oblivious! Reader

Chose them because I thought they would be so funny trying to rizz an oblivious reader, anyways hope you enjoy

No warnings, fluff and crack (mostly crack), Kazutora struggling, Chifuyu is kinda cringe ngl, Baji is as oblivious as you are

Kazutora

- He hates you fr (he loves you sm)

- This guy already struggles with realizing his own feelings, he ain’t gonna help you with realizing his

- God help him, he can’t flirt for life and you don’t seem to realize his advances (which aren’t really advances)

- I mean come on he tries hard, really hard, giving you flowers he stole borrowed from an old lady’s garden (I swear he does that)

- I think he struggles with compliments

- put on makeup and poor guy will freeze

- "You… put on makeup…" (meant as a compliment)

Chifuyu

- Tries to pull up moves he saw in shojos but is too nervous to do them correctly

- Tries to to kabedon (the thing when someone pin you against the wall)

- failed miserably, pushed you instead and you almost fell

- he apologized by giving you chocolates (you just saw this as an apology and nothing else)

- i think he’s a bit shy while kindly letting you know he doesn’t see you as a friend

- At one point though he had enough

- "Im not being friendly!" (You thought he meant he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore, god give him patience)

Baji

- Tf you mean love? What’s that? (Baby don’t hurt me)

- Thinks he’s just friendly and protective (he has a crush on you)

- Chifuyu has to put some sense to him by saying scaring off other guys that talk to you isn’t friendly behavior

- Proceeds to take you on a date at the park (Chifuyu told him to do this)

- Stiff because he was bored (I mean, why a park out of all things? There’s nothing to do there)

- MUST have thought you were dating at the end of it

- "What do you mean we’re not dating?" He took you on a date and gave you flowers, how are you two not dating ? (Chifuyu pls help him)

[mononijikayu]

so high school ! — itadori yuuji.

Yuuji chuckled, his laughter mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. "Yeah, I guess I was pretty excited to become a jujutsu sorcerer. It gave me some purpose, y’know?" he admitted, his expression softening with nostalgia. "But meeting you was definitely the best part of that day. You were smiling at me and I just think it made me happy!”

GENRE: cursed womb arc, 2018;

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, actors au, friends, friends to lovers, domesticity, fluff, romance, humor, first love, first love, flirting, slice of life;

LISTEN: so high school by taylor swift

NOTE: i wrote this inspired by a friend's idea and here it is. i love yuuji so much guys. he deserves so much good things in life. seeing him suffer in the manga, i think this is where he belongs - shojo </3

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kayu's playlist — side 700;

YOU WONDER IF YOU WERE BEING TOO OBVIOUS. It was a typical day at Jujutsu High, filled with training, missions, and the occasional life-or-death encounter. But for you, there was something—or rather, someone—who made every day feel like high school all over again. That someone was Itadori Yuuji.

Every time you looked at Itadori Yuuji, you felt a flutter in your chest, a sense of nervous excitement that reminded you of teenage crushes and awkward confessions. Today was no different. As you sat in the training yard, pretending to read a book, you couldn't help but sneak glances at him. He was sparring with Megumi, his movements fluid and powerful, each strike and dodge a testament to his strength and agility. But what caught your attention even more were the brief moments when his gaze would flicker towards you.

Your heart would skip a beat each time, and you'd quickly hide behind your book, cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was almost comical how transparent you felt, as if everyone around could see the obvious attraction you had for Yuuji. The pages of your book blurred as you tried to focus on the words, but your mind kept drifting back to the way Yuuji moved, the determination in his eyes, and the infectious smile that seemed to light up the entire training yard.

The day carried on with its usual routines, but you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Your thoughts were consumed by Yuuji, his laughter echoing in your ears, his encouraging words to Megumi resonating within you. It was as if he had a gravitational pull that you couldn't escape, drawing you in closer with each passing moment.

"I feel so high school every time I look at you," you muttered to yourself, watching him through the pages. You sighed. “Why is he so pretty? It’s hard not to look. Not fair.”

During a break in the sparring session, Yuuji caught your eye and grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. Your heart fluttered wildly, and you ducked your head, pretending to be engrossed in your book. But the heat in your cheeks betrayed you, and you knew your efforts to remain inconspicuous were futile.

"Hey!" Yuuji called out, making his way over to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, the book trembling slightly in your hands. When you finally dared to look up, he was standing right in front of you, his smile warm and inviting.

"O-oh! Hi, Yuuji," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The proximity made your nerves dance on edge. You smiled tensely, hiding your book. “W-what’s up?”

"Taking a break from training?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours with a curious intensity. You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence as the fluttering in your chest intensified.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, already sitting down beside you. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You nodded again, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his charm.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet corner of the training yard. The awkwardness of high school crushes came rushing back, but this time, there was an undeniable connection, a spark that made you hope that maybe, just maybe, Yuuji felt the same way.

As he settled in beside you, Yuuji turned his head and looked at you with that disarming smile. "You know….." he began, his voice soft but clear, "I've noticed you watching me during training."

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you stammered, "I-I was just... um, I mean..."

He chuckled, a warm, comforting sound that made your heart flutter even more. "It's okay!" he said, his gaze gentle and understanding. "I've been watching you too."

The admission hung in the air, a silent confession that seemed to bridge the gap between you. The flutter in your chest transformed into a steady, hopeful beat, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that this nervous excitement might lead to something wonderful.

The awkward silence that followed his words felt charged with potential. You could see the sincerity in Yuuji's eyes, the same nervous anticipation mirrored in his expression. He shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"So….." he began, his voice a little hesitant. He looked a bit flustered, ears slightly red. "Do you want to maybe... train together sometime? Or just hang out? I mean, if you're not too busy or anything."

Your heart soared at his suggestion, the idea of spending more time with him sending waves of happiness through you. "I'd like that." you replied, your voice steadier than before. "I'd like that a lot."

Yuuji's face lit up with a smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Great! How about after today's session? We could grab something to eat and then maybe... I don't know, just talk?"

"That sounds perfect," you said, unable to keep the smile off your face.

For the rest of the training session, it was hard to concentrate. Every glance Yuuji sent your way, every encouraging word, seemed to stoke the fire of excitement and anticipation. When the final sparring round ended, you quickly packed up your things, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the evening might bring.

Yuuji met you at the edge of the training yard, his eyes sparkling with the same excitement you felt. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice full of warmth and eagerness.

"Absolutely," you replied, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

As you walked together through the campus of Jujutsu High, the conversation flowed easily, a mix of lighthearted banter and more serious topics. Yuuji's laughter was infectious, his stories captivating, and you found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn't expected.

At a small, cozy café just outside the campus, you both ordered your favorite meals and settled into a booth. The atmosphere was relaxed, the soft hum of conversation around you creating a comfortable backdrop for your own exchange.

"So, tell me," Yuuji said, leaning forward with genuine interest, "What made you join Jujutsu High? What's your story?"

You hesitated for a moment, but the openness in his expression encouraged you to share. "Well, it's a bit complicated," you began, tracing the rim of your cup with your finger. "I lost someone important to me to a curse. It changed my life, and I realized I wanted to prevent that from happening to others. So, I trained and eventually found my way here."

Yuuji nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I get it. Losing someone can be... really hard. But it's amazing that you turned that pain into something positive. You're helping others, and that's really inspiring."

His words touched you deeply, and you felt a connection with him that went beyond mere attraction. "What about you?" you asked, wanting to know more about the person who had become such an important part of your daily thoughts.

Yuuji's face grew more serious, but he maintained his warm demeanor. "It's a long story, but basically, I got involved with curses because of something I found—a cursed object. It led me here, and now I'm doing my best to make a difference, just like you."

You nodded, feeling a deeper connection with him. "I'm really sorry about your loss, Yuuji," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "It must have been so hard."

Yuuji's expression softened, and he gave you a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm okay now because I've met people who make it better, who make me feel like I belong. People like you."

His words touched your heart, filling you with a warmth that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of your own past. "Thank you, Yuuji," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me."

As the evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, you found yourselves delving into various topics, from favorite foods to shared interests. At one point, the conversation turned to the latest human earth work movie series, a topic that you both shared a passion for.

"I can't believe how intense the latest installment was. Like, it was just crazy!" you remarked, excitement lacing your voice. "The plot twists about the doctor had me on the edge of my seat the entire time."

Yuuji nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. "I know, right? And the special effects were mind-blowing! It felt like I was right there in the middle of the action. It was crazy!”

As you walked side by side through the quiet campus, the night sky above you filled with twinkling stars, the bond between you felt stronger than ever. The shared moments of laughter that had brought you closer together made your heart beat over and over against your chest.. With each step, you felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you, grateful for what Yuuji brought into your life.

When you reached the dormitory entrance, Yuuji turned to you, his expression soft and earnest. "Tonight was really great, y’know!" he said. "I had a lot of fun, and I hope we can do this again."

"Me too," you replied, your heart full. "I'd love that."

He smiled, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something more. But instead, he simply took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Goodnight," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

"Goodnight, Yuuji," you replied, squeezing his hand back before reluctantly letting go.

You wanted to look back towards him.

And you were sure that he was going to.

You wanted to continue drinking what he thinks.

You wanted to be high on his jokes all damn night.

Back inside, you squealed behind your door, blushing.

You just felt so high school when you were with him.

YOU WERE TOO EXHAUSTED TO MAKE A SOUND.  It had been a couple of days later after you went out with him. It’s been a while since you had gone through a mission — so you feel like you’ve been out of practice. You can only think that’s the reason why you ended up feeling rusty as you fought the curses. 

You could only sigh as  you returned from a particularly grueling mission, each step heavier than the last. There was some regret on your part, you were sure. You thought you’d do better than last time. But you only feel defeated. Still, the job was done. You had to put everything that happened behind you now. You wouldn’t be able to move forward as a sorcerer if you keep thinking about it. Well, that’s what Gojo–sensei says.

Exhausted and bruised, you made your way back to Jujutsu High, longing for the familiar comfort of your room and the solace of a hot shower. Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily on your shoulders, a part of you couldn't help but hope for a glimpse of Itadori Yuuji. You had been texting each other these past few days while you were gone on back-to-back missions. 

Those messages had kept your spirits up, knowing that someone was cheering you on, that someone was waiting for you to come home. His words of encouragement and light-hearted jokes had been a lifeline, making the long nights a little less lonely and the dangerous encounters a little less daunting. The thought of seeing him again was a bright spot in your otherwise wearied mind. It felt like the sun was finally returning in your life after days of only the cold dauntless gray clouds. 

As you trudged down the corridor towards your quarters, you heard a familiar, cheerful voice calling your name. You turned to see Yuuji jogging towards you, his face lighting up with a broad smile as he approached. The sight of him was like a balm to your weary soul, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him too as you waved at him.

"You're back!" Yuuji exclaimed, stopping just in front of you. You could see his energy peak as he smiled at you. You think you still had some time getting used to it. "How did the mission go? Are you okay? I hope you aren’t too sore, like you know!”

You managed a tired smile. "It was tough, but I'm fine. Just really tired."

Yuuji's expression softened with concern. "You look exhausted. Come on, let's get you back to your dorm room! You need rest!”

Without waiting for your reply, he gently took your arm, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you towards your quarters. The warmth of his hand on your arm sent a comforting sensation coursing through you, like a reassuring anchor in the midst of a storm. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes, reminding you that you weren't alone in this.

As you walked together, his presence beside you was a steady source of support. The weight of exhaustion and the memories of the mission still lingered, but somehow, they felt lighter with him by your side. He kept the conversation light, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. 

Instead of probing into the details of the mission, he asked about your well-being in a way that allowed you to share as much or as little as you wanted. It was a subtle yet profound display of empathy, a testament to his understanding of what you needed in that moment.

With each step, you felt yourself relaxing, the tension in your shoulders easing as you basked in the warmth of his presence. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his care and concern, you felt safe, cherished, and deeply grateful for his unwavering support.

When you finally reached your room, Yuuji insisted on helping you inside. He looked around, spotting the kitchenette. "Why don't you sit down and rest? You must be hungry now, right? I'll make you something to eat."

You protested weakly, but the truth was that you were too tired to argue. With a grateful nod, you sank onto your bed, watching as Yuuji moved around your small kitchen with surprising ease. In no time, he had whipped up a simple but hearty meal. The aroma alone made your stomach rumble, and you realized just how hungry you were.

"Here you go," he said, bringing a steaming bowl of soba over to you. He grins at you with a thumbs up. "Eat up. It'll help you feel better."

As you took the bowl from him, your fingers naturally brushed against his in the process, sending a subtle yet unmistakable jolt of electricity coursing through you. It was a fleeting touch, but it sparked something deep within you, a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the very core of your being. The simple act of sharing a meal with Yuuji felt oddly intimate, like a silent affirmation of the bond that existed between you.

As you ate, Yuuji remained beside you, his presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance. He didn't need to say anything; his mere presence was enough to ease the fatigue and tension that had built up during the mission. With each passing moment, you found yourself relaxing more, the weight of the world gradually lifting from your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Yuuji's gaze never wavered from you. You don’t think you’ll ever see something more profound than him looking at you. The way he looked at you was something you didn't notice, too lost in your own thoughts and the exhaustion that still lingered. But to him, it was everything. 

His eyes spoke volumes, filled with a tenderness and depth of emotion that words could never fully capture. In that moment, as he watched you eat, he felt an overwhelming sense of love and contentment wash over him. It was the most tender expression he could offer, a silent declaration of his unwavering affection and devotion to you.

After you finished eating, your energy replenished and your spirits lifted, Yuuji reached for the bowl, his movements fluid and graceful. With a gentle touch, he took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours once again in a fleeting caress. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes, conveying a sense of care and consideration that warmed your heart.

Setting the bowl aside, Yuuji turned back to you, his gaze soft and attentive. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes, a depth of emotion that made your breath catch in your throat. In that moment, as you looked into each other's eyes, it felt as though time stood still. There was a silent understanding between you, a bond that transcended words and spoke directly to the heart.

With a tender smile, Yuuji reached out to take your hand in his, his touch gentle yet reassuring. It was a gesture of comfort, a silent reminder that you were not alone. In his presence, you found solace, a sense of peace that washed over you like a gentle wave. Together, you sat in companionable silence, the warmth of his hand in yours a comforting anchor in the midst of the storm. But soon, Yuuji broke that silence.

"Feel better?" he asked, his bright eyes searching for yours, softness in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Yeah, much better. Thank you, Yuuji. You didn't have to do all this."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wanted to. Besides, I missed you."

His admission made your heart flutter. "I missed you too, you know." you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuuji's expression grew with relief, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. 

"I'm glad you're back safe, hm?" he said softly. "I was worried about you. I kept texting, telling you what I’ve been doing while you were away. I don’t think they were getting through!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was adorable. “There just wasn’t any signal. You know, you could send the pictures again if you want.”

He grinned wider. “Would you like to see them?”

“Yeah, send them to me.” You nodded, smiling back just as widely. “I’ll look at them!”

For a moment, the exhaustion and bruises of the mission faded away, replaced by the warmth of his gaze and the sincerity in his voice. He kept telling you about places he ate along with Gojo–sensei, things he, Kugisaki and Fushiguro took pictures of. You felt comfort in knowing that his voice was always as tender and warm as a hug. The connection between you felt stronger than ever, and you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

"Thank you," you said again, reaching out to take his hand. "For everything."

Yuuji squeezed your hand gently, his touch reassuring and grounding. "Anytime," he replied, his voice full of promise.

As you sat together, the room filled with a comfortable silence, you realized that this was where you belonged. With Yuuji by your side, you felt ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that you had someone who cared for you deeply and would stand by you no matter what.

As the peaceful silence enveloped you both, Yuuji broke it with a soft chuckle. "You know," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "Whenever I'm with you….I just feel like I'm young.”

You turned to him, giggling. "Younger days? Yuuji, we’re in high school!”

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, exactly. Like it’s meant to be, y’know? It's like all the worries and responsibilities just melt away, and I'm free to be myself. Like we’re finally kids.”

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought of being able to bring Yuuji a sense of youthful joy and freedom. "I'm glad I can help you feel that way," you replied sincerely. "Being with you makes me feel the same, you know?”

You looked at him tenderly for a second.

The same shine in his eyes as he looked back.

You felt your lips echo into bright beaming laughter.

You both felt bittersweet sixteen all of a sudden.

But that was alright, when the two of you were together.

IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE YOU BOTH STARTED GOING OUT.  As the days turned into weeks, your bond with Yuuji only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Every date, every shared meal, every laughter-filled conversation only served to deepen the connection between you. It was as if you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

Yet, despite the undeniable chemistry between you, there remained an unspoken understanding that neither of you had ever explicitly labeled your relationship. It was a silent agreement that hung between you, a delicate balance that you were both hesitant to disrupt.

You often found yourself grappling with the question of how to broach the subject with Yuuji. Each time you considered bringing it up, the words seemed to stick in your throat, weighed down by the fear of ruining what you had. You feared the uncertainty that came with putting a label on things, worried that it might change the dynamic between you or worse, lead to disappointment.

But even as you wrestled with your doubts and insecurities, there was an undeniable truth that lingered in the back of your mind. You knew deep down that your feelings for Yuuji went beyond mere friendship, that there was something more between you that defied easy categorization.

So for now, you thought to yourself that you were content to savor the moments you shared, cherishing each stolen glance, each tender touch, each whispered conversation as if it were a precious gift. And as you navigated the uncharted waters of your relationship with Yuuji, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with apprehension, wondering what the future held for the two of you.

After an exhausting training session that left you feeling drained both physically and mentally, Yuuji's hopeful smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness. His eyes held a spark of excitement as he turned to you, the corners of his lips upturned in a gentle smile that melted away the fatigue weighing on your shoulders. 

As you caught his gaze, a wave of warmth washed over you, chasing away the lingering remnants of exhaustion. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and effort worth it, knowing that you had someone like Yuuji by your side to share in both the triumphs and the challenges of your journey.

Despite the aches and pains that throbbed through your body, the promise of spending time with him filled you with renewed energy and anticipation. You couldn't help but return his smile, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of the memories you would create together.

In that fleeting moment, as you locked eyes with Yuuji, everything else faded away—the worries, the doubts, the uncertainties—all replaced by a sense of warmth and belonging. It was a reminder that no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as you had each other, it was going to be alright.

“Hey, pretty!” He walks up to you, smiling brightly like the sun. “You’re done practicing for the day?”

“Yeah.” You whisper, trying to calm down. He was so cute, you might lose it. “But I’m just going to clean up.”

“Oh? Let me help you!”

“Ah, Yuu, it’s fine—”

“Eh? But how could I let my pretty love just clean up by themselves like this?” He grins at you as he starts picking up the weapons you just trained with. “Let me help you, hm?”

As he busied himself with the task, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for him. It was the little things he did that made you fall for him more and more each day. The way he always looked out for you, ensuring you were okay after missions, the way he made you laugh with his silly jokes, and the way he was always there, offering support and comfort without expecting anything in return.

Yuuji looked up and caught you staring, his grin widening. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

He laughed, a joyful sound that made your heart flutter. "I'm the lucky one," he said, walking over to you and gently taking your hand. "You've made everything so much better."

His words were simple, but they held a depth of emotion that touched you deeply. You squeezed his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for the boy who had become your everything.

In the quiet moments like these, you often find yourself reflecting on how much Yuuji meant to you. He was the one who made you feel seen and cherished, the one who made even the hardest days bearable. His love was a constant, unwavering force that filled your life with joy and hope.

"Thank you, Yuu." you said softly, turning scarlet red."For everything."

He smiled, his eyes full of warmth and affection. "Always." he replied, pulling you into a gentle hug. "I'll always be here for you."

You’re still not used to calling Yuuji by your new nickname but your relationship leveled up to the comfort of him calling you with adorable nicknames. You think that his name was already beautiful as it was, but you found him pouting about it and you felt your heart break — you realized it was that important to him. You could only sigh as you remembered the day

After the exhausting days of missions and the comforting time spent together, you and Yuuji decided to hang out in his room, away from the stresses of the outside world. Yuuji had suggested playing video games, a perfect way to unwind and just enjoy each other's company.

His room was cozy, filled with the typical teenage clutter of books, clothes, and gaming gear. You both settled on the floor in front of his TV, controllers in hand, ready to dive into the latest game he had been raving about.

As the game loaded, Yuuji looked over at you with an eager grin. "Ready to get your butt kicked?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with playful competitiveness.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "We'll see about that, Yuu."

The moment the nickname slipped out, you saw a change in his expression. His eyes widened slightly, and then his entire face lit up with the most genuine smile you'd ever seen. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and happiness, almost like a golden retriever who had just been given a treat.

"Yuu?" he repeated, his voice filled with delight. "Did you just call me Yuu?"

You nodded, feeling a bit shy under his intense gaze. "Yeah, I did. It suits you, don't you think? Plus, it sounds like I'm saying you belong to me."

His cheeks flushed a light pink, and he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. "I like it," he said softly. "No one's ever given me a nickname before. And if it means I belong to you, then I like it even more."

You felt your own cheeks heat up at his words, but there was a warmth spreading through your chest that made you smile. "Good. Because you do belong to me, Yuu."

He looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a tender emotion that made your heart skip a beat. "And you belong to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're in this together, right?"

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection and belonging with him. "Together," you agreed.

With that, the moment passed, and you both turned your attention back to the game. The playful banter resumed, with Yuuji occasionally glancing at you with that same joyful expression every time you called him by his new nickname. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to him.

As the game progressed, you found yourselves laughing, teasing, and enjoying each other's company in a way that felt so natural and right. The world outside might be full of dangers and challenges, but here, in this small room, with Yuuji by your side, everything felt perfect.

At one point, during a particularly intense part of the game, Yuuji turned to you with a playful smirk. "Come on, Yuu," you said, trying to keep up with him. "Stop hogging all the power-ups!"

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Only if you can catch me, Yuu!" he challenged, making you laugh even harder.

Time seemed to fly by as you played, and before you knew it, hours had passed. When you finally put the controllers down, exhausted but happy, you leaned back against the bed, Yuuji flopping down beside you.

"That was fun," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "Thanks for spending time with me."

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. "Anytime, Yuu. Anytime."

He looked at you, his eyes shining with gratitude and something deeper. "You're the best," he said softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here with me."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the same way. "Me too, Yuu. Me too."

Once he carries your used weapons, he hums a light tune, moving with an ease that belied the intensity of your earlier training session. His cheerfulness was like a soothing balm, easing the weariness from your bones. You followed behind him, your heart swelling with affection and a touch of awe. How could he always be so full of life, so effortlessly kind and giving?

You could only sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips. You were too far gone when it came to Yuuji. His presence had become a constant source of joy and comfort in your life, and you found yourself longing for these moments more and more.

As you trailed behind him, your thoughts wandered. You thought about how Yuuji had always been there for you, how he had a way of making even the darkest days seem brighter. He had a unique ability to lift your spirits with just a smile or a kind word. His love and care were unwavering, and you often found yourself marveling at how deeply you had come to rely on him.

Reaching the storage area, Yuuji carefully placed the weapons in their designated spots. He turned to you, still humming, his eyes alight with that familiar spark of happiness. "There we go, all set!" he said, dusting off his hands. "Now, what do you want to do next?"

Before you could answer, he added with a grin, "Actually, I was thinking... Megumi, Nobara, and I were planning to watch a movie later. Want to join us? It'll be fun!"

His invitation caught you off guard, but the excitement in his eyes was contagious. "A movie?" you echoed, your curiosity piqued.

"Yeah!" Yuuji nodded enthusiastically. "We were thinking of watching something light and funny. It's been a while since we've all just hung out together and relaxed, you know? And honestly, it wouldn't be the same without you."

As Yuuji's words washed over you, a rush of excitement surged through your veins, making your heart skip a beat. His bright eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves as you met his gaze. He looked so cute, so effortlessly charming, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Movie night in your dorm room sounds perfect, Yuu!" you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried to contain the joy bubbling within you. "I'd love to join! It sounds like a lot of fun."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice the way Yuuji's smile seemed to grow even brighter, as if your enthusiasm was contagious. It was moments like these that made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company, how much you looked forward to every opportunity to be near him.

Yuuji's face lit up with a wide smile, his eyes shining with delight. "Awesome! It'll be great to have you with us, pretty!”

"Do I need to bring anything tonight?" you asked, trying to hide the nervous flutter in your stomach behind a casual tone. “Food, drinks, DVDs? Anything?”

Yuuji shook his head, his smile never faltering. "No, just bring yourself!" he replied, his voice warm and inviting. It was a simple gesture, but it filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance, as if he were silently assuring you that everything would be okay as long as you were together. “You’re more than enough! ‘on’t worry about it, pretty!”

You felt scarlet heat all across your cheeks. With a shy nod, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at Yuuji's words. As you watched him, a wave of affection washed over you, filling your chest with a sense of contentment. Despite the uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind, there was a part of you that felt at peace whenever you were with him.

As the evening approached and the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the movie night ahead. With a quick goodbye to Kugisaki and Fushiguro, you made your way to Yuuji's dorm room, your heart racing with excitement.

You think you can’t really help it.

Yuuji just has a way with you, you know?

He’s too good for the world, too good for you.

How were you this lucky with him, to be with him?

As you stepped into Yuuji's dorm room, the warm glow of the evening light bathed the space in a soft, inviting ambiance. Yuuji stood by the entrance, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as his eyes met yours.

"Pretty, you made it!" he greeted, his voice filled with genuine excitement.  

"Hey, Yuu!" you replied, feeling your ears turn red as you returned his smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

His smile widened at your words, a warm glow spreading across his features. "Glad to hear it," he said, stepping aside to let you in.

The sight of him filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him. It was moments like these, simple yet significant, that made you grateful for his presence in your life. As you settled into the room, you greeted Kugisaki and Fushiguro, who were already there, with warm smiles and friendly gestures.

"Hey, guys!" you exclaimed, waving at them.

“Glad you can make it!”  Kugisaki waved back with a tender smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she welcomed you. She patted the seat next to her. “Come here!”

"Hey," Fushiguro greeted in his usual calm tone, nodding in acknowledgment.

Despite the differences in their reactions, you felt a sense of belonging among the three of them. It was moments like these, surrounded by friends who cared for you, that made you feel grateful for the bonds you had formed at Jujutsu High.

Later, as Yuuji made popcorn, Kugisaki approached you with a curious expression. "So, what's going on between you and Yuuji?" she asked bluntly, her tone betraying a hint of mischief.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Like, you know? You guys are dating!”

“Yeah, we are…”

“But what is it like? Are you labeling it soon?”

Your heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her directness. You glanced nervously at Fushiguro, hoping he would intervene, but he remained silent, watching the exchange with a guarded expression. He was always hard to read, but you knew he seemed interested too.

"I-I don't know," you stammered, feeling a surge of panic rising within you. "We're just... friends, I guess."

Kugisaki raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by your response. "Hmm, really?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Because it seems like there's something more going on between you two."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, struggling to find the right words to explain the complexity of your relationship with Yuuji. Before you could respond, Fushiguro stepped in, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Kugisaki, that's enough," Fushiguro said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. "It's not your place to pry into other people's personal lives. Let them deal with that and tell us.”

"Sorry, sorry," Kugisaki muttered, holding her hands up in surrender. She looks at you apologetically, seeing how uncomfortable you are. "I’m sorry. I was just curious, you know? But I'll drop it."

“It’s okay.” You say, a small smile echoing at your lips as you three went back to watch. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, I’m back!” Yuuji says, grinning as he holds the bowl of popcorn in one hand. “Butter flavor!”

“You’re so loud!” Kugisaki retorts back as she points to the television. “I’m trying to watch the movie!”

“But aren’t you the one screaming at me?” Yuuji furrows his brows back at her.

Fushiguro frowns slightly. “Can the two of you just shut up?”

As the movie resumed and the room filled with the sound of the film playing, you couldn't shake the lingering question in your mind. What were you and Yuuji together? Were you just friends, or was there something more between you? The uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you restless despite the comforting familiarity of Yuuji's presence beside you.

Glancing sideways at him, you noticed the way the soft glow of the screen illuminated his features, casting shadows and highlights across his face. He seemed completely engrossed in the movie, his eyes focused on the screen, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was aware of your internal turmoil.

Lost in your thoughts, you absently reached for a handful of popcorn, but your mind was elsewhere. The warmth of Yuuji's hand brushing against yours sent a jolt of electricity through you, pulling you back to the present moment. Turning to him, you caught his eye, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of understanding in his gaze.

It was as if he could sense the unspoken question hanging between you, the silent tension that lingered beneath the surface. And yet, neither of you dared to voice it aloud, afraid of what the answer might be. But as the movie played on and the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it was time to have that conversation.

The movie eventually ended, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the screen's credits. The lingering silence between you and Yuuji felt heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. You stole a glance at him, noticing the way his features softened in the dim light, his eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and contentment.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to break the silence. "Yuu," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

Yuuji turned to you, his expression curious but open. "Yeah, of course," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Got s’mthing on your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start. The words felt heavy on your tongue, each syllable weighted with the uncertainty of the unknown. But you knew that you couldn't continue to avoid the conversation any longer.

"I've been thinking..." you trailed off, searching for the right words. "About us. I mean, what are we, Yuu?"

Yuuji's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your question. "I've been wondering the same thing," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I mean, we spend so much time together, and we’re dating….. I care about you a lot."

A rush of relief washed over you at his words, knowing that you weren't alone in your confusion. "I care about you too, Yuu." you confessed, your heart swelling with emotion. "More than I can put into words."

Yuuji reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness. "Then maybe we don't need to put a label on it," he suggested, his touch warm and reassuring. "Maybe we can just... see where things go, together. Enjoy each other, y’know? We’re still young and we are happy, so….”

With a soft smile, you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I’d like that." you said, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you. “Very much, Yuu.”

As the tension lifted, the atmosphere in the room became lighter, filled with a sense of newfound understanding and acceptance. You shifted closer to Yuuji, relishing the comforting warmth of his presence as you leaned against him.

"Hey, do you remember that time we first met?" Yuuji asked suddenly, breaking the silence with a playful glint in his eye.

A fond smile tugged at your lips as you recalled the memory. "How could I forget?" you replied, laughter bubbling up inside you. "You were so full of energy, I thought you were going to burst!"

Yuuji chuckled, his laughter mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. "Yeah, I guess I was pretty excited to become a jujutsu sorcerer. It gave me some purpose, y’know?" he admitted, his expression softening with nostalgia. "But meeting you was definitely the best part of that day. You were smiling at me and I just think it made me happy!”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of affection washing over you. "I feel the same way, Yuu." you confessed, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. "You've brought so much joy and excitement into my life, Yuu."

His gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "And you've brought so much warmth and kindness into mine, pretty." he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’d love more and more.”

In that moment, as you sat together in the quiet intimacy of the room, you knew that no matter where life took you, you would always have each other. And as you leaned into Yuuji's embrace, you felt a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that together, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand.

And suddenly, you think,  in a blink of a crinkling eye.

You were just both sinking, with your fingers entwined.

Your cheeks were just lovingly pink in the twinkling lights.

All night, he tells you about the first time he saw you again.

Happily, not bitterly this time, suddenly, sweet sixteen.

Everything, from then and now, truly feels so high school.

[ddarker-dreams]

ive been reading way too much romance manga lately and all of them seem to have a wardrobe malfunction scene and I MUST to ask.,. sr reader having a wardrobe malfunction ?? their reactions like “I do not see I do not perceive” but internally screaming. thoughts? ponderings? musings even??

WAIT HOLD ON !! YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE !! there is nothing i love more than shojo tropes... scarlet ribbons would pair so well with them omg... i need to look up a list and start writing them for funsies <3

reader here is fem!

[Scarlet Ribbons Index]

Giorno

Giorno is stuck in the middle of an intense moral dilemma. If it’s just the two of you, he’d rather not embarrass you by pointing it out; he’d use his Stand to pull down your skirt on the sly. He doesn’t want you to think he’s been ogling you and that’s how he happened to notice the malfunction. In the moment, he’s honestly so concerned about navigating this with decorum that he forgets to get flustered. It isn’t until later when he lays down for the night that the weight of the situation hits him. He feels like he’s disrespecting you somehow by letting his thoughts wander and does his best to think about anything else, takes a cold shower and everything. Almost loses it on the spot when your Stand gives him a knowing thumbs up the following day. 

Bruno

Bruno is similar to Giorno where he prioritizes not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. While he’s trying to figure out what to do, he’ll be damned if he lets anyone wander into your general vicinity. He radiates the most ominous aura to keep others at bay. He fights every instinct in his body not to stare and admire the skin he isn’t used to seeing. Bruno already feels guilty for harboring romantic feelings for you in the first place, seeing as you’re his subordinate. This definitely isn’t helping. You’re over there smiling and making jokes while he’s struggling to remember how to breathe. Ends up shedding his blazer and throwing it over your shoulders, unable to take the stress any longer. The end of one crisis ends up inadvertently causing another. Bruno learns that day that he really likes how his clothes look on you. 

Fugo

Fugo starts sputtering, trying (and failing) to string together a coherent sentence. He’s landed in this situation a few times ever since you started rooming together, summer being especially dangerous. He honestly has no idea what to do with himself when you’re walking around in a tank top and short shorts. Ends up getting mad at you and your stupidly attractive body, but is even more upset with himself for how easily it riles him up. It’s just a little bit of skin, why can’t he control himself? He’s above such boorish behavior! Probably. You’re none the wiser to his tribulations and assume he’s just glaring at you because you forgot to take the trash out or something. Will only inform you of the malfunction if you’re planning to go out — he’s not letting anyone else get treated to such a view. Fugo ends up having to pantomime the issue to you because his tongue simply will not form words. He cannot look you in the eyes for the next few days. 

Mista

Mista is uncertain if this is a blessing from God or a trial from the devil. He’s being allowed to view a little glimpse of heaven, yet the cost is steep; what if you catch onto his staring and piece everything together? You’d probably write him off as a creep. Then his chances with you would be ruined forever unless you got hit with a memory-erasing Stand. It’s unusual for him to be perturbed by anything, he’s normally so relaxed. He would be if this was happening with literally anyone else but you. Since you’re involved, he needs to use like, tact or whatever. It’s rough. Eventually, he brings you close with an arm around your shoulders and whispers what the problem is. He’ll eagerly offer to help in any way you need it. 

Narancia

He goes to cover his eyes with his hands... but then splays his fingers so he can still see. Only a peek. You’ll find out what’s going on the fastest with him. Narancia just can’t keep his thoughts inside his head when you’re involved. It’s difficult to tell who is the most embarrassed between the two of you. He’s apologizing, you’re apologizing, it’s developing into quite the scene. It doesn’t help that he swears to stab anyone who walks by to preserve your honor. You have to convince him to put the knife away while readjusting your traitorous outfit. After the heat of the moment has passed, he dejectedly asks if you hate him now. Please reassure him that he did nothing wrong or he’ll be sad for ages. 

Abbacchio

Surprisingly has the most composed response somehow? He knows how the rest of his team gets when they’re around you, it’s like the caveman part of their brain takes over. Abbacchio likes to think he’s better than that. He’ll call you over and calmly explain what the issue is. He doesn’t beat around the bush but he’s not crude either. If you’re out and it’s something you can’t fix right away, he’ll offer to go buy you a hoodie or whatever. It might be a little mean of him to admit, but it’s kinda cute watching you get flustered over the whole ordeal. Though he’s nice enough not to tease you about it in the moment, expect him to bring it up every now and then whenever you start pestering him too much. 

[jojo-schmo]

So I, uhhhhhh- tried to do the evil art style challenge but I think…… I just ended up making a Mirror World version of my Kirbysona instead LMAO

I was procrastinating and I just doodled at the bottom left of this and just kept designing and playing with it going counter-clockwise across the paper until I realized I had something here!!!

She seems like a good candidate to represent the cringey and slightly chaotic part of my humor that I tend to hold back in most circles haha. I will call her “Shadow Jojo!!!”

…maybe ShoJo for short? It’s kinda funny how that’s almost Shoujo which is just the word for “girl” in Japanese, right? I am a girl so I’ll take it lololol

[4amfnaf]

FNAF 1 Kingdom AU Headcannons?

I guess? And they’re also humans idk

Idk whats come over me, might continue with this if people like it though…

Freddy:

The King, duh

Good at his job, respected by his people, feared by his enemies.

May have certain mysterious magical powers

Charismatic, intelligent, an excellent leader with a sort of mysterious allure to him; almost always seems to know something you dont

Overall really awesome, yet somehow chronically bitchless

Bro CANNOT get laid, most girls end up thinking hes weird (no one knows the reason)

Citizens and other royal subjects genuinely fear he may never produce an heir 💀

Both of his parents are dead, and he doesnt even need to tell you, you can kind of tell just by looking at him

Chica:

The Royal Advisor/personal assistant/acting Queen (since Freddy cant get a real one)

Has lived with the royal family her whole life, and was initially a servant until her friendship with Freddy led to her gradual promotion

Shes basically his second in command when it comes to the welfare of the people; she cares a lot about keeping them happy and healthy

Many wish she would actually marry Freddy and become the Queen, but shes really not interested (after knowing him his whole life, he is NOT her type)

She has a sweet and caring nature, and is loved by the community for it. Although, shes known to be a little too ambitious with her kindness, which has ended up biting her in the past

Also is known to spend a lot of her free time in the royal kitchen, baking, cooking, and maybe only a little annoying the head chef by butting in.

Bonnie:

The Court Jester

Fuckin hates his job

Does he run around jingling and making a fool of himself regardless? Yes, but he does NOT enjoy it

Only remains employed because sometimes he gets to shred on the lute (and because Freddy insists hes “such a silly little guy” and wont release him)

Actually somewhat stoic and nihilistic by nature, dare one say cool, but certainly capable of mischief

Occasionally gets fed up while performing (because anything other than playing the lute drives him crazy), and loudly threatens to- ahem- ‘kill everyone in here and then himself,’ but no one takes it seriously because they think its part of the bit (this drives him even crazier)

Shockingly, is also a close advisor for Freddy. Given that he’s always around for entertainment, he ends up hearing everything anyways. Sometimes has good ideas, sometimes Freddy just laughs and says “what a silly little guy” when he suggests something (once again drives him crazy)

Known to flirt with any nearby maidens, and it would probably work if not for his goofy ass outfit. He curses Freddy’s name for making him dress like a freak.

Foxy:

Pirate turned Knight

Was a highly wanted criminal, as he was very good at being a pirate. When he was eventually caught, Freddy gave him the choice between life in prison, or becoming a knight, as he was skilled in combat.

He actually chose life in prison initially, something about a pirate’s honor or whatever, but Freddy said he could keep his ship if he became a knight, so he couldn’t refuse

Definitely relishes the glory and attention he receives being a knight, but if you ever asked him he’d vehemently deny it- he’ll always be a pirate at heart

He worked his way up the ranks and is now one of the head knights, being the fastest and most agile. He works closely with Freddy, as Freddy values Foxy’s less biased input (all the other nights and guards kiss his ass)

Fiery and a tad dramatic, has many pirate stories to tell (that no one can verify the truth of), and the people somewhat begrudgingly regard him as the strongest warrior in the kingdom other than maybe Freddy himself (if he were to fight that is). Hes capable of getting down to business when needed, but he tends to be a little more on the eccentric side.

However he is chronically clumsy around girls, therefore also subsequently bitchless

For some reason fnaf reverse harem kingdom AU shojo comedy is really speaking to me rn

Considering making a little fanfiction comic about this… idk should i do it? Be fr with me guys

[goldenkamuyhunting]

Is it me or was it kind of disappointing that almost every woman in GK had "love" be a part (or central) to their character plot? Either involved in some unnecessary love triangle, object of desire or open crush/relationship with someone.

It's more a staple of the genre.

Goldern Kamuy is a seinen, a manga targeted to Japanese male adults. When this was pointed out in Japan as a 'flaw' of the genre, the males who got interviewed more or less said they weren't interested in having women in the story that weren't there for the male characters' benefits (aka mothers, sisters, wives, fiances, love interests and so on or, at best, very minor supporting roles for the male characters).

Noda was notably one of the few mangakas who had a large and diverse female cast... even though at the end said female cast continued to exist more to support the male cast than themselves which I discussed largely in my complains about the ending of GK.

So yeah, the way seinen tend to handle females is VERY disappointing but as long as the target audience doesn't want to change, it's unlikely something will be done and for a better handling of female characters you've to go for manga targeted at females (Shojo and/or Josei).

However, since interviews about this were done and since some manga are definitely doing better than in the past it's possible that slowly things will change.

Ironically, even if the target audience is males, it seems seinen (and shonen) have many Japanese female readers (while Shojo/Josei hardly have male readers except some notable exceptions).

If Japanese female readers show discontentment, things might change. We'll see.

[cho-aaacho]

Hey, Cho... how are you? If you don't mind, I want to see a Librarian Wesker and Reader, please? I want to see him behind the bookshelf and I think it's cute.

Hello, there! It sounds great! I've always seen people romanticize being a librarian. I'll write something for you.

Librarian Albert Wesker

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Everything in your life has been turned upside down. At that moment, one of your lecturers asked you to return a book to the library. At first, you think it's very annoying and boring.

But not after you saw him. A man in a white shirt rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He showed off his strong arm and delicate fingers as he arranged those books.

A yellow hue from the sunlight touches his golden-glow hair as he stands gracefully in front of the bookshelves, lighting up his magnificent figure.

Calm. It almost made you crazy. And there he was, smiling with a kind face and his angelic eyes. Blue.

Albert: Oh, you want to return the book? Come here! I'm new here. My name is Albert Wesker.

His voice was mellifluous, like a morning breeze. It was so calm and gentle, it made you feel as if you were trapped in a longing for him.

Always smile when his sight line meets your presence at the library entrance.

Your habit seems to change from time to time. You have an urge to meet Albert and see his face. Scanning his beautiful eyes once again.

Your library card is filling up quickly. You sometimes borrow books that you don't end up reading.

What a shame.

In the meantime, he would sit next to you, reading a book or helping you solve a quiz.

When he did that, he would lean in close to you. Close enough for you to feel his slow yet steady breath, cologne, and warmth radiate against your nostrils.

Love starts to hit you like a ton of bricks. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and coursing through your veins.

As you leaned down on him, you urged him to place a kiss on your soft lips. He immediately reached for you, covering your face and his own with a book and starting to kiss you.

His lips are soft, wet, and warm, but you can sense a desire overload from his touch.

Oh... It was so sweet until he whispered something in between the kisses.

Albert: Do you want to try again at my apartment?

I hope you love this, and I'm so sorry if it feels like a Shojo manga trope.

[rikeijo]

Hello! :) Hope I don’t seem like I am trying to cause drama. 😅 I would like to ask how different and / or similar is the YOI fandom in Japan compared to the English fandom? Another thing I’m curious about is how do Japanese BL / GL fans view view Western shows with LGBT+ characters? For example does The Owl House have a lot of GL fans or do they not really care about the show?

Hello! Thank you for the message!

I don't think that it's trying to cause drama... In case of YoI and all the very unusual things that happened with this IP, if we try to understand why it happened, imo, it's impossible to see the whole picture without taking into consideration how Jp anime industry&fandom perceive LGBT+ related stuff.

The main difference is that, in case of anime like YoI, in Jp, majority of people think "fujoshi" when they see it, not "gay representation/ LGBT".

This is a quote from an article I happened to read recently (link) that answers a lot of your questions. A person, who works for a company that specializes in BL marketing, talks about Jp and Asian BLs.

"In Japanese BLs there is a lot of settings and cliches expected to appear in the story. There is so much that I'll only give you an example here, one that is difficult to explain in words - for example, the seme (the man that leads in the romantic relationship) is cool and the most popular person in the class, and on the other hand the uke (the man that is led) is more plain, and a bit of an natural airhead - this pattern is one of the classics. In BL, part of the culture is to enjoy those settings and story templates.

(...)

Of course, in the West, there are also BL stories called M/M, which portray romantic relationships between men and they have a lot of fans in Jp. But according to Tsutsui: "In the West, those stories are created more in the context of LGBT and are of a different kind that Japanese and Asian BLs."

(...)

Also, in BLs there is a lot of taboos, called "jirai, landmines". If you detonate those because you lack understanding [of the BL culture], users will immediately go away.

One example of a landmine is when seme and uke swap places, called "reverse"."

Of course, YoI isn't BL, but fans of YoI ships have exactly the same mindset: one uke, seme(s), enjoying our fantasies, not interested in LGBT. Obviously, it's not 100% of the fandom, but the vast majority is really like that.

VicYuu (Victor seme, Yuuri uke) is the most popular ship (seme the coolest character x uke the main character "I'd like to read shojo manga, but they have women there and I hate those" template is the most popular fujo template for every story - for example, in case of JJK, the most popular ship is... Gojo Satoru x Itadori Yuji (15) with almost 700 millions views in total on pixiv). So, that Yuuri doesn't look uke enough and Victor looks like a "fa*got with fake eyelashes" (that's a quote), when he should be a masculine seme, in a lot of arts is one reason why fujos started to hate members of YoI staff. Just like that person in the article said - for fujos, it's a landmine. I've talked about it a few times before - one of the most hated YoI staff member is Mitsurou, and there is plenty of reasons why she was targeted, but one is that the way she draws Yuuri and Victor is more similar to how "YuuVic" fanarts are drawn (and often you can basically tell the ship by how the person draws the characters)...

I don't know a lot about The Owl House, but of course, it has fans in Jp as well - only, I think that those fans (of Western LGBT shows in general) are more from the progressive side and there is little overlap with classic fujos (so a kind of BL/dojinshi fan). Another example, the Witch from Mercury was also popular with the progressive people of Jp twitter and they were also bashing the IP holders because of the marriage controversy... Of course, more progressive people read BLs, too, but many are against being labelled as "fujoshi"... That's generalization, but fujos are those people who labelled and still call heterosexual love "normal love" - I think that says a lot.

In my observation, YoI's Jp fandom is in majority fujo-fandom (2016 was a few years ago...). In 2023, however, more and more people are more open and know more about LGBT+ stuff, so there is also growing "progressive" population of fans on twitter etc. and those people gravitate towards different shows/have different interpretations compared to classic fujos.

So yeah, generally & simply speaking, in Jp, fujoshi, BL =/= LGBT. And btw, as I was labelled fujo-hater in the past, I don't think it's "bad" that fujos like to feminize their uke so much to self-insert and fantasize about the masculine seme(s) loving them, effectively making the ship into a heterosexual ship, because that's what they prefer (although when a grown-up woman is fantasizing about a tiny teenager having sex with a man twice his age and size, well... I'm not sure it's healthy) but I just don't think that it has much to do with LGBT rights and being allies or anything like that, and that it's something that should be acknowledged, too.

[confundida25]

My hero academia and the Straight agenda

Ok, listen

I have seen a lot of Anime, I had seen Anime for more than 20 years, I hear all the excuses for the poorly written female characters in shonen, all the stupid contrived ways the protagonist and his lame love interest get together in the last second of the last episode because this is a shonen this is not a shojo we don’t have time for silly little romance plots discourse. How it is not that the protagonist is gay, is just that romance is not his priority, and let me tell you that excuse doesn’t work with my Hero academia.

In My Hero Academia, we follow a bunch of teenage kids in their first year of high school, which is a coming-of-age history. 7 seasons and more than 140 episodes, now, I have not read the manga this is only an analysis of the anime.

Now, in the class 1-A, we have 20 students, 6 girls and 12 boys. Did all these girls and boys have a romantic storyline? No of course not that would be insane.

BUT all of them in some way or another talk or act in their view of romance, lets discuss about it, i have nothing better to do with my life and this show is living rent free in my head.

First, the girls, we have, along the seasons multiple times of the girls talking about crushes, about boys, who the cute boys are, we usually see them gossip and whispering about it, hell we have an entire subplot of our only female villain been crazy about her romantic feeling, almost as if this show were written for a middle age man who hasn’t never touch the female experience, but that is beside the point. We can tell without a doubt that at least: Ashido, the invisible girl, and Uraraka like and want male attention, I´M NOT SAYING THAT THEY WANT TO BE HARRAS, I'm saying that they pretty much like things like a boy telling them they look pretty in a nice dress, ok? Are we OK?

Now the boys, Mineta is a caricature of what a teenage boy is, I must say I remember being in middle school and hearing some of the boys be gross about the girls and plan elaborate ruses to harras them, sadly that happened, I also worked as a high school teacher for a few years and there are boys (and even men) who are like him, so yea that.

Besides Mineta, who other boys crave female attention? (in not a creepy way)

Kaminari is mostly the usual Mineta companion in his shenanigans a long with Sero.

Among them we have Tokoyami, he never participates in the russes of the others BUT when they go and examine all class 1A rooms, he along with the Octopus (I don’t remember his name sorry) says that the girl's rooms are “A forbidden paradise” and they are excited to be allowed to see them. Again, pretty standard teenage boy behavior, the girls are equally excited to take a peak in the boy's rooms. Tokoyami also comments in how, when he is carrying Jiro into the battlefield that her but is doing stuff to him, so please stay still to which she responds that he is a stupid boy or something like that, I saw it in Japanese with subtitles in Spanish please don’t fight me.

We also have Izuku.

Izuku Midoriya is a shy teenage boy, he reacts in panic and immediately flushes and stutters when a girl or a woman shows him any affection, we saw this with Uraraka, with Toga, with the girl from the first move, etc, he likes female attention, he thing about the female attention as something positive and desirable

Iida is a strange case, he never said anything explicit about the girls, and he never participates with his classmates in any elaborate ruses because he is the class president and in general a very strict dude, BUT we have that weird exchange when he goes with Midorya to visit Hatsume and make a super weird comment about Hatsume boobs. Like, honestly I don´t know what the hell was that.

Sugarman likes to bake and is more than happy to give pastries to all the girls and feels overwhelmingly good by their response. He seems like a nice dude.

We have explicit confirmation with  Kaminari and Kirishima, they are explicit in their feelings, Kaminari has a crush on Jiro and Kirishima with Ashido.

I'm not saying all these characters are straight, they could be bi, but in the text, in the actuall Text of the show, all of them at least want the opposite sex's positive attention.

Who is left?

The guy that talks to animals, tailman, Aoyama, Todoroki and Bakugo.

Todoroki is a special case because he has his issues, he doesn’t respond like others to social clues, you can read his interaction and admiration toward Momo as romantic or you cannot, I think is pretty ambiguous and we cannot with all true said that he likes girls. He likes positive attention in general, he likes people and taking care of his own business.

So ok, the guy who talks with animals is a shy introverted kiddo, and tailman I don’t know if I´m misremembering but I'm pretty sure that he joined their classmate to ogg the girls during the sports festival when Mineta and company trick them to dress as cheerleaders, I could be wrong.

Aoyama is mostly explicitly gay, or you know, the most explicit gay a shonen anime could be.

But they are minor characters (except Todoroki), is understandable that we are not sure what is their deal, again they are 20 1A students and like a trillion other characters.

But Bakugo Katsuki is not a minor character. He is pretty much a co-protagonist. And we never. Ever. Watch him wanting female attention in any way, nop, zero, nothing. So, it must be delivered.

And this is not me being delusional and claiming Bakudeku is real, this is me confronting the facts.

Bakugo's group of friends are the boys, the bros, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero, and he never join them in anything related to the girls.

His interactions with women are few, first, his battle against Uraraka in the sports festival, now, Kaminari also fights a girl and he slips a comment about how pretty his opponent is, Bakugo never comments on Uraraka´s body, he has the opportunity, he doesn’t.

We see him concentrate in the fight, he doesn’t want to lose, not because he doesn’t want to lose to a girl but because he doesn’t want to lose to anybody, he goes hard on her and the audience buuuu him, even his friends call him out in his behavior, to which he responded that Uraraka was not weak, he must take the fight seriously, I know I know Feminist icon Bakugo Katsuki (I'm joking).

We have another interaction with that girl from the other school, the sexy lady that creates illusions that were part of the group of people who fail the test for the provisional license. She pretty much flirts with Bakugo and he pretty much ignores her.

Bakugo is a character who wants fame, he wants power and glory and money, when he is being a brat in the first episode he rants about how he is going to be the number one hero and he is going to be rich and famous, he wants all those significant of success.

He never talks about women in those fantasies.

Girls pretty much don’t matter to him.

But does he ever crave Male attention?

Yes, he does, he likes it when his minions follow him around and obey his orders, he is tormented by Izuku's admiration, he wants all might attention.

I'm not saying that his friendship with the Bakugo squad is not genuine or that he had a crush on All Mighty (he totally had one when he was little and grew out of it but that is my headcanon), im saying that he had no female friends, he doesn’t want or need or crave female attention, his necessity to be the best comes from himself and other men.

So, there is nothing in the text that suggests that Bakugo Katsuki is a straight boy, yeah I know, I also had read the ton of Bakugoxfemalereader works floating around, they are good and fun, but they are an extrapolation of the character.

Nothing in the text ever suggests that Bakugo Katsuki likes girls and that is fact

[sitp-recs]

BL Reclist - Part 2

Happy Friday friends! I had a blast putting my first BL reclist together a couple weeks ago and the lovely @blue-inigo encouraged me to do a part 2 so here it is! Once again this is a mix of Korean titles I’ve discovered recently and some good old Japanese BL I revisit often. I kept this short and sweet because I can only include 10 pics per post but I’m considering a Part 3 with some ongoing stories I’m currently following (there’s a couple on this list but they’re a bit more advanced). Now I’m revising it I realize this second list is considerably angstier than the first one, and almost all of these include potentially triggering themes (marked with an *) so please check the tags and stay safe! If you’re looking for gorgeous art, hot smut and top notch (if sometimes quite problematique) drama you’re at the right place! Enjoy 🔥

1. *December Rain by Kimon (Explicit, Completed)

Tragedy :( gimme catharsis or give me nothing!!

Fresh out of the army, Suchae decides to take some time off and travel around the country by himself. On the first day of his trip, he spots a guy who looks totally his type at a rundown bus terminal. The only problem is, it’s the same guy who was jerking off in the bathroom 5 minutes ago. Despite the possibility of him being a creep, however, Suchae is drawn to the mysterious stranger. He finds everything about him...arousing. Who is this stranger? And why is he on the road?

2. Joy by Etsuko (Mature, Completed)

Not my fave art-wise but a surprisingly deep bi awakening story, MC is cute and SO relatable

Goh Akazaki is a 26-year-old man...who happens to be a shojo manga artist. His assistant is Yusuke Akune, who happens to be a mangaka in his own right. But when Goh accidentally finds out that Yusuke is gay, he's thrown for a loop—what else about his friend doesn't he know? And when Goh is asked to draw BL, he tries to pry into Yusuke's experiences for inspiration...but when he is ultimately inspired by the idea of "unrequited love for Yusuke," can he keep his own feelings out of the mix?

3. NightS + Reply by Yoneda Kou (Explicit, Completed)

I’m so biased about Yoneda Kou’s Yakuza stuff, everything she creates is an instant fave

NIGHTS: A Yakuza comes to request the services of an specialized transporter that takes care of delicate and illegal merchandise. It seems this transporter is quite picky about his clients, stating that he doesn't belong to any group; you can't trust yakuza. However he gets interested in this transaction and in the mysterious man that is negotiating it.

REPLY: Seki is head mechanic at a car company in which Takami is the top salesman. After a chance encounter at work that involves Seki taking care of a spot of bother for one of Takami's clients, the two begin meeting regularly after work to dine together. Takami soon admits that he thinks of Seki as a good friend. Seki, however, knows that his own emotions are somewhat more complicated.

4. *Nights Before Night by Kazuki Natsume (Explicit, Completed)

Sequel to MODS, I suggest reading both for full context but I prefer this story

It's been a long time since Haru, owner of the gay escort service "Rain," left his yakuza days behind. But when the Ichijo clan, the group he had once belonged to, says he's the only civilian they can trust to hide the clan head's troublemaking son Yukitaka in line, there seems to be no choice for him but to follow suit. There's just one problem, though - Yukitaka looks just like his half-brother Shigure, Haru's lost love.

5. Pink Heart Jam by Shikke (Explicit, Completed)

Long-haired one is the prettiest and coolest BL character I’ve ever seen

Country boy Haiga has many questions he wants to learn the answers to when he moves to the bustling capital for his university life - and one of them happens to be, "do I like guys, too?" When his upperclassmen dare him to check out a box spa behind Shinjuku's Nichoume District, Haiga uses this opportunity to find out the answer to his question - and runs into his senior Kanae, who has one simple solution for him - clothes, off!

6. *Steel Under Silk by Snob (Explicit, Ongoing)

BREATH!!! TAKING!!!! ART!!!! A+ problematic smut meets nuanced historical drama, love it

Yeonjo used to have it all: a highly respected family, a kind brother, and a comfortable life. Now, with his father executed for high treason, his last kin dead, and damned to a lifetime of slavery, Yeonjo has nothing to lose. All that is left is vengeance, and his chance comes when the new governor assigned to the region is none other than Kwon Hee-ryang, the man who destroyed everything Yeonjo loved. Now, Yeonjo will do everything to get his revenge…even if it means getting in bed with his greatest enemy. Hiding a blade behind his beautiful smile, like silk hiding steel, Yeonjo waits for his moment to strike.

7. *The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace by U-pi (Explicit, Ongoing)

Came for the hot guys, stayed for the excellent depiction of mental health issues.

Woo-won is a pizza delivery guy down on his luck, and Seo-an is wealthy man suffering from panic attacks and social phobia. You wouldn’t think these two would have any reason to get to know one another, but one small kindness leads to a series of encounters that bring the two men closer together than either of them anticipated. Maybe they can find the solutions to their problems together…or perhaps they don’t need solutions, but simply each other.

8. *Walk on Water by Jang mokdan / Jaxx (Explicit, Completed)

Two hot porn daddies actors falling in love 🥵

Starring in gay porn was never on Ed’s bucket list. He’s straight, he’s not an exhibitionist, and he has a decent career in security. That said, he also has a debt that he’s been working to pay off for years now, and he can barely keep up with the accruing interest. If having gay sex in front of a camera is the way to digging himself out of this pit, then he’s willing to be filmed for that money shot. But when he meets Glenn, the charismatic CEO of a gay porn production company, Ed finds himself falling into something much deeper than financial debt.

9. Wolf in the House by Park ji-yeon (Mature, Completed)

Hilarious & sweet, with the most intimate sex scenes I’ve ever seen! Feel-good story 👇🏼

After ending an on-again, off-again relationship of 10 years, Minsuk decides to foster a Siberian husky named Bexan to mark the start of his new single life. He can’t wait to cuddle with his new furry roommate, take him on walks, and play fetch. But Bexan is no ordinary dog...and when night falls, Minsuk is in for a surprise.

10. *Yuuutsu na Asa by Hidaka shoko (Explicit, Completed)

Another problematic historical drama, good old master/butler classic

Upon his father's death, Akihito Kuze became a viscount at the age of 10. His smart, handsome young butler Tomoyuki Katsuragi has since managed all affairs pertaining to the viscountcy perfectly. The talented and charismatic Katsuragi is very popular in their social circle; but as Akihito grows older, he becomes colder and more distant by the day - though still as faithful to the Kuze household as he has ever been. Akihito is now a young man, and desperately in love with Tomoyuki. He’s determined to discover the reason behind his butler's inexplicable behaviour, and this is where their story begins.

[bichobolitach]

The more we see Jesse in the comics and in illustrations the more I think he genuinely just lives in his own little bubble and has no idea what is it that he did to wrong Seiji so much. I'm curious to see how this develops bc the Jesse from the lastest issues seems more in the clueless line than in the cocky entitled line he had in his first appeareance and in the books. I thought he knew what it was that he did wrong, he simply just didn't see it as a big deal; but now he looks like he's got no clue 🤔 I hope they keep him bratty tho or I'll lose interest in him I'm afraid I only like my blonds if they suck

THEN AGAIN maybe this little clueless prettyboy vibe is what we get from Seiji's pov. In the books, Jesse's first appeareance was under a very put together and almost kind and understanding light before he spiraled. And with all the shojo effects the pages have perhaps this is just how Seiji is interpreting his presence. When Nick comes in the scene Jesse is suddenly out of shojo effects and blushes and he is just annoyed and a little confused abt this mf. He is again cocky and turns his nose up at Nick. So maybe he is just sneaky. Hmmm

[justcourttee]

Dandelions-Prologue

A/N oh hey. it's been a while. care for a Dickinette AU?

Love at first sight always sounded so absurd to me.

An instant connection to someone you just met? The idea is so foolish that it sounds like some excuse a hopeless romantic made up to explain why they’ve never gone on a date before.

‘I just didn’t feel the sparks, you know?’

I, in fact, did not know. Nor did I bother to try and understand it. Love is fickle, the lines so blurry, so thin, that you never know where you’ll land until it’s too late to change your mind, much less your heart.

And while I couldn’t appreciate the concept when applied to relationships in reality, relationships in fiction were a whole other story. Watching two characters reach for the same piece of paper, eyes connecting while the rest of the world fades into the background, only leaving a longing to get to know this person right in front of them? It was something that never got old no matter how much time passed.

Rom-Coms, Shojo Manga, Soulmate AUs, Jane Austin.

From screen to paper, I’m obsessed, so much so that I began to write my own stories. But there’s one thing that’s been holding me back; I’ve never been in love.

Now I know how this sounds. Everyone tries to tell you that it’s not possible to never experience love, that there has to have been some unreachable crush, some first love, some friend that you loved much more than life itself, but I’m sorry to report that none of the above are true. Of course, I care for my brother and my best friends, but loving your friends doesn’t translate to the life-altering, reality-shattering love I want to write about.

I left college years ago, as the ever demanding job field insisted I needed higher education, I opted out for a couple of side jobs, using my free moments to sit in coffee shops and parks, anywhere I could watch love blossom and write down inspiration.

That’s how I met him. Dick Grayson.

Brew-tiful Day is one of my favorite spots to observe. The slightly overpriced coffee, the bumbling crowd of office workers, students, and hopeless romantics, the simple ambiance of it all just made for the perfect spot to write.

I was settling into my usual spot, my laptop booting up when the couch dipped so violently that I almost sent my fresh brew onto the three-day-old shirt I had dug out from the corner of my room. Scrambling to set down my cup, the weight beside me seemed to settle out, almost as if the person was trying to melt into the cushions.

The funny thing about watching romance movies play out is that when two characters unexpectedly sit on the same couch in the same coffee shop at the same time, I melt. When it happens in reality, I feel an intense sensation of existential dread.

The boy beside me must not share the sentiment, because as I go to move, trying to avoid any eye contact that may happen, he lets out the largest sigh humanely possible, so large that the pair of businessmen sitting nearby have resorted to glaring at us. Not him, Us. That’s all it takes for me to find my weight shifting back into the couch cushion. I can feel my brain scrambling at the speed of the words threatening to fall out of my mouth, unable to know where to go from here but desperate to fill the silence between us.

“What’s wrong?” It takes everything I have not to slap my hand over my own mouth. Word vomit. Usually, it’s only an impulsive thought that sits on the tip of my tongue, but not today.

His head lolls over in a manner that reminds me of a cat waking after a long nap, slow and lazy. He doesn’t appear to be appalled that I have spoken to him, but he doesn’t seem eager to spill it all either. If this was a movie-

I can feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks in waves. I just tried to drag this stranger into the rabbit hole of my obsession with love. The embarrassment of trying to recreate the moment that flashed through my head of two main characters having their first interaction together is crushing. For some reason, I feel the need to apologize and quickly.

“I’m sorry-”

“I’m in love with the woman I’m betrothed to.” His body remains frozen, his head still lolled in my direction, his arms still folded over his stomach, but one feature has become distinctly different. His lips have now moved only to find themselves pulled into a thin line that looks borderline painful.

The silence that followed was deafening. His eyes shifted over my face before fixing, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. Unsettlingly deep blue seemed to stare past where my eyes were on my face, almost like they were looking for something that wasn’t present on the surface.

With a shaky breath, I can feel the words desperate to fill the space and reluctantly I let them.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Typically, this kind of meddling would be unheard of for me. When I go to Brew-tiful Day, it’s to sip mediocre coffee and observe. If someone were to even sit too close to me, I immediately would abandon ship in favor of a new seat or a new coffee shop altogether. Looking back on this day, if someone were to ask me to put into words how I was feeling, sharing a couch with this listless boy with unsettling eyes I don’t think a word existed for it in the English language.

All I knew was that I was inexplicably invested in any and everything he would be willing to tell me. Any and every look he would give me. Any and every sentiment that might follow.

He hums softly as if contemplating my question, but eventually decides it doesn't warrant an answer. Instead, he asks a question of his own, “What’s your name?”

“Marinette. And yours?”

“Dick. Dick Grayson.”

Dick never gave me an explanation. Instead, I watched as he slowly sat up, his spine unfurling one vertebra at a time, feeling as if the world was holding its breath for what came next.

“Marinette is such a long name. Can I call you Mari instead?”

[mononijikayu]

let's fall in love for the night ━ nanami kento.

It killed him that there was a small hint of silence between them soon after. He awkwardly shifted his body, licking his lips as he slowly drank the beer once again. In a way, Nanami felt a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he had said that to her. Oh now that time passed by, Nanami realizes that it was even somewhat of a love confession. He drank the beer again.

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Gen, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband;

WORDS: 3.6k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i think when i wrote, i was obsessed with this song and just got to to the point where i thought that this suited nanami so well. i still think it suits him.

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NANAMI KENTO HAD NEVER TRULY FOUND HIMSELF FALL IN LOVE WITH ANYONE BEFORE. Especially falling in love with someone he cannot have, he was stuck in being a one-sided affair that only he truly knows. But he has never minded that. Not one bit.

After all, he was in love with her.

He heard her laugh out loud, the sound of her body shifting all around his couch at the joke that he could not fully understand. Grabbing the two cans of beer out of his refrigerator, he closed it firmly and moved to his pantry cabinet where the chocolate pretzels she liked sat in a round glass container.

Carefully, he gently showered them generously onto a small bowl. He admired the sight of her from a far, gazing at the wonder that exploded with joy from her body. Tonight, they were watching a new shojo anime that she had recently found herself interested in. 

Kento himself could not say that he was a fan of the things she liked to watch but he found himself finding happiness when he comes across it all, he would watch it being reminded of her liking for the way it managed to stir her feelings and bring her joy.

She talks about it in the most adorable way, with the light in her eyes filled with bursts of excitement — almost wishing to paint the world she sees for him specifically. In a way, Kento had thought to himself that anything that she found joy in suddenly became his own as well. That's why he found himself awaiting when the show came out every week, finding it as a means to feel close to her when they are apart, which had been lately quite often.

“I hope you didn't hurt yourself laughing." Nanami exclaims as he walked from the kitchen and towards the living room. She looked to him, grinning as she stood up from the floor, having fallen off after leaning forward too much in her excitement. He let his brow rise. “What are you grinning for?”

“I thought you said this genre wasn't your type to watch, Min–min~” She teases. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Nanami placed the beers beside one another on the coffee table and handed her the bowl of pretzels. She mouths a thank you as she ate heartily.

Pretzel in her mouth, moments later swallowing. “You don’t watch this show! You told me when it came out that it wasn't your liking!"

“I do, I watch it casually on the weekends.” He defends himself, as she looks at him suspiciously with an eyebrow out. “What? I can't change my mind about it?"

“You seem suspicious.”

Nanami sighs. “I knew I was gonna not gonna be able to watch it as soon as it aired so I recorded it before going to work.”

She let out a small smile, looking away from him now. “What ever you say, Min–min~.”

Nanami sighed, trying to oblivate the dizzy feeling of her calling him like that. “I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“But I thought you liked Min–min?” She pouts at him, freezing him into place. She giggled. “See? I can see it in your face!”

He looked away. “….shut up."

He looked at her for a moment, her attention grasped by the wonder of the animation on the television. She giggled again, her most favorite character going about their usual antics. His gaze softened at the sight of her, so comfortable beside him. It had been a pleasant surprise to see her today, after her schedule had been so packed with the repetitive editing that had come with her newly finished novel.

But seeing her at such a late hour, sitting patiently with weary eyes at the office lobby - looking at the office elevators to see if he would come soon. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her, his breath disappearing without any warning. She had dressed to her comfort — a baggy shirt covered by a black hoodie and sweat pants. Nanami felt himself gulped, her smile astonished his being with the wonder of seeing the beauty in living. Greeting him, she scanned him from left to right and realized quite quickly that he had slept in the office again. 

On the way to the convenient store to get some things for their sleep over, she had scolded him about not going home again – prioritizing his work and not his health. He kept silent the entire time, in a way missing the worry that came with her voice. 

Around that time she worked, she would only send good morning and good evening through texts and remind him to eat well and do drink more water today than he did with beer – a vice he had not managed to better in these stressful days. That was something she had warned him about, knowing that he had more beer at home, at least two. She had been right of course, though Kento will not tell her she is. She was after all one to gloat a little bit about her  wins against him.

Exhaling a warmer breath, Kento knew that this was all he needed to rejuvenate his soul. Nanami Kento had never been one to admit the genuinity of how he felt for those around him. He was more in his own way a man who acts to prove what he feels. But he had to admit it even in his own head, even if just by looking at her like this for a moment in the silence, Nanami Kento admits that he missed her spectacularly. Even the little things, even the things that genuinely annoyed him.

How she often takes hours to get ready for small outings with him, wearing her matching blouses and pencil skirt and her beautiful hair neatly done in the most outlandish styles. He recalls the time they went out to dinner to celebrate the release of her best seller a few years ago and could not find the brooch to her newly purchase suit skirt ensemble.

They had nearly missed their reservation then, one that he had gotten in advanced. He disliked how quickly he had crumbled all about her apologetic smile then, how he had quickly found himself having so much fun with her, pulling him to a jazz bar soon after finishing their dinner and how drunk she had gotten to come up and challenge the pianist to a duel.

He disliked that she was someone who would always go missing in a crowd with whenever she was with him, often finding something that interested her. Anywhere and everywhere, she would be a ghost that he wished was haunting him. However, it would take him minutes and even hours to find her.

Going to the same jazz festival they met at when they were younger every year, Kento would always find that she would come and disappear and cause him to go in a panic as the crowds gather around dancing and clapping with the music. Last year, they had come to see a performance of Japanese jazz pianists and soon enough vanished into thin air. Kento had found her later on, dancing with random strangers laughing so hard happily in the crowd cheering them on.

Kento despised the fact that she often would skip out of her deadlines, going on small adventures in areas near Tokyo and documenting it to him. It was headache for him to try and find her, with his office phone ringing in those days, answering it and feeling pity for her editor who was crying over the other line because she had gone and played around.

He hated having to come and take her away from her play, seeing her mope and cry out about how she doesn't want to work anymore. He hated the sad pout on her face on the trip back home, he hated how he easily gave in and comforts her with the coffee she always liked to get near their train stop. How she would smile and thank him and ask him to stay the night so she could cook his favorite stew for him.

He hated how his life had become so full of her at times.

He hated how he drowned in her, how he breathed life from her existence.

And yet, he admittedly - all those had become things to love about her too.

Nanami Kento admits it to himself. 

He would hate it more if he did not have her to make his life full everyday.

The way she leaned back,stretching her arms out while wearing one of his newly laundried clothes — it caused all the butterflies in his stomach to react with vigor. The way you leaned your head onto a pillow, with her hair swirling so beautifully like Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

Nanami felt his heart pound as she sniffed it, almost craving the comfort of him remembering that you liked that pillow the most because it smelt like him. It was almost always the little things that intrigue him about her. The little things that become the gold that outweighs the things that were cons. 

Her hands diving through the small bits of pretzels, the ones that he always kept stock off because of it reminds her of home. The way her smile reaches her eyes as she munches away, the dimples that were kisses of angels enchant him in every way.

The way she wrapped herself the thick yellow blanket, one that she had come to attach to her skin whenever she came by saying that every bit of it reminded her of how warm Nanami was to her. The way she would ask to cuddle about him because at times, the blanket did not warm her enough. The way that she would act cute with him, asking for her most favorite hot chocolate drink that he only can make.

At times, she would feel weary of being in front of the television and come to his wide collection of books and close her eyes shut. How she would laugh, hitting her head at times in the shelves and books but continues on despite his worried calls to her.

How she would come and randomly pick any book — even if it was about anatomy or politics, she would give it to him and with her genuinely pure smile, ask him to read aloud to her. How she would be so excited when he agrees, sitting beside him more and leaned against the very etch of his skin with the eagerness to want to hear his voice be the lullaby that brings her to dream land.

How at times she would fall asleep with her body pressed to his and he would stay there too, letting her take all the rest she wants. How adorably she would mumble his name in her dreams too, calling onto him and making his stomach churn with all the uncontrollable confusions that came with loving someone?

Nanami sighed, reaching out for one of the beers and opening it. Drinking some, he looked up the ceiling. How could he not fall for her? How could he not find himself enamored with the wonders that she brings into his life?

How could he not feel his chest beating so hard right now when she was beside him like this, being everything that made him feel like home when she was not his to cherish in that way? The way she had filled the unexpected - the unexpected he would come to look forward to in his stagnant life filled with the constants that never seem to fade away. In a way, the monochrome had become so colorful again. He pierced his lips into a line. 

He wished this could be every day to him.

He wishes that he was the one she came home to everyday.

But he knew his boundaries.

He was only her best friend.

He knows better.

“I should take note of this scene.” He heard her mumble under her breath, more pretzels popping into her mouth. “This is really good material.”

“Didn’t you just finish a novel?” He whispers to her, brow raised.

“I did.” She grinned, putting her thumbs up. “But you never know, I might be inspired to do another one!”

Nanami sighs, smiling at her. “You workaholic.”

The loud laughter that popped out of her mouth seemed like most gorgeous hummingbird’s song to his ears. “The workaholic calling me workaholic! That’s rich!”

He snorted loudly, drinking his beer. “Hmm...says the one who forgot to finish the reservation we had for that restaurant because you forgot your deadlines again."

“Liar! You knew it was already finished! I just....I just fixed some things, you know? And we made it in time for the reservation, it ended up being a good night! The truffle pasta was great, wasn't it? We should come back to that restaurant again—Are you even listening to me, Min–min? I think now all you are doing is making fun of me!"

“Hmmm….whatever you say, buttercup.” He teased her, causing her to pout. Nanami laughed, beautifully.

“I really like your laugh.” She admits to him warmly, causing him to pause for a moment. “It really is a good day when you laugh.”

“I…Thank you.” Nanami did not know how to reply to her about that, those words just uttered out of his mouth like the wind against the leaves. He felt his palms sweat at that compliment, his stomach turning upside down at this new feeling. “I….I like your laughter too.”

She grinned at him happily. “Thank you!”

These moments with her, he cherished it all. Even moments like this where he felt like he would die of embarrassment, of feeling like he had no words to say anymore. Nanami Kento despite all of this was just genuinely happy. Despite the life that had been everything but good, she had come to become the one to bring in the good. Kento had not been sure how this had become his life, but he was glad for it. The nightmares at night, they didn't scare him anymore. Once it had made him feel so much fear, in his dreams - he saw her smile warm the cold shadows away.

He didn't feel so lonely anymore, that he was sure to say. 

The thing is Nanami Kento had never thought he would ever be happy like this. Not when he was younger. Not after Yu had passed. Not since that day did he not feel the pain of what it was like to be empty. Not since that day that he didn't wish he had not perished. And yet, in a way — he felt thankful for the grief.

He felt himself be thankful to for the misery. Because it made him realize on how this happiness had become the most precious thing in life for him. In a way, happiness does begin once again in time. 

In a way, he was thankful for the wait.

Because he would never risk this life for anything.

It seems like a beautiful time to be alive, once again. Even if he felt like it was only for the night. Nanami felt very glad, he had been alive.

His lips pursed at the sight of her singing along happily to the ending song of the show, thrusting the beer can upon his lips once more to swig the bittersweet taste of alcohol through his mouth. Kento knew every line of the song by heart, engraving every memory of her singing it in front of him with such joy.

He consumed the wonder that came from her excitement, with her favorite character doing something adorable. He could not help but smile again at her bubbly bursts of energy waving through in the ocean that had drowned him whole. Nanami drank a sip of his beer, silently watching her once again.

Once it was over, she turned to him with her eyes looking at him.

“What?” He asked her, his tone quiet as he could not bring himself to speak louder. He was breatheless at her beauty like this. To him, it was if Venus was reborn in front of him.

“Thank you for watching that with me.” She says to him softly, fondness in the deep ocean that was her eyes. “I know that I become overbearing and I feel like coming tonight is just me forcing you to deal with me—"

“Nonsense. It's okay. It’s not overbearing.” Nanami says in reply. His brows furrowed, seeing a hint of difference in her eyes. “Is it him again?”

Her face drops, her body slouches upon the couch. He saw the sad smile drapped all over her face and he frowns. Turning to him, she gazes at him. It just confirm to him. He frowned. Kento had hated the guy the moment she had introduced him that night after Christmas.

It was no secret that her boyfriend had not liked him either, even asking her to end her friendship with Kento as he saw him as a threat, a man that she should avoid. The fact that he did not take that kindly their relationship was a headache, it was full of hurt and the one that gets hurt the most was her. But she feels like she could not leave him. In a way, Nanami feels that she's too kind for her own good. To big hearted for those who don't even deserve it. He could see it in her eyes. It hurt him to see the truth.

She loves the fool.

And Nanami burns to see it.

It crushes him to know it.

Nanami could not help but want to just take her into his arms and tell her everything she deserves to know. He had always seemed to think that she was not someone worth treasuring, often treating her more like someone he can command rather than someone to love.

Kento had made it plain to her that the man was not worthy of her. But just as much as he knew he hates that guy, he knew that he was just her friend. He was not her brother and not even a male relative. He had no say in who she gets to love. Even if he feels his heart break at the thought of seeing her feel like this because that man had been telling her that she was not enough.

Nanami wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that she was more than that. She was not just someone. She was life itself. That she deserved to have someone worship the ground she walked upon. That she dserved someone who could give her the world.

That maybe he could be the one that could give that to her.

If she would only let him love her.

She smiled, putting her arms up. “It was nothing. I honestly think I’ll forget about it anyway and you know, its not a big deal, Min–min! I know we'll resolve it—”

“What did he do this time?” He could feel his blood boil at the thought of her getting hurt in any manner. “You should have told me—”

She let out a deep breathe. “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Why? He needs to be told properly that he made you unhappy—”

“Because I didn’t want you to be upset. You have more than enough worries as it is.” She says to him, sighing heavily. Her eyes shook as it lowered. Leaning forward, her hands rest upon the comfort of the couch.

“I just….I just wanted to not worry about him tonight. I am a big girl, you know? I can deal with it. But....I'm not here to think or talk about that. Just tonight, where you and I can bond. I mean, it has been a while! You’ve been so busy with work and I….”

Nanami shook his head as soon as she said that and gave her a fond look. “You know you’re more important to me than work.”

She gave him a small smile. “I know that.”

It killed him that there was a small hint of silence between them soon after. He awkwardly shifted his body, licking his lips as he slowly drank the beer once again. In a way, Nanami felt a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he had said that to her. Oh now that time passed by, Nanami realizes that it was even somewhat of a love confession. He drank the beer again.

It was now empty.

Leaning over, she looked at Nanami and smiled. Standing up, she places the empty bowl on the coffee table. She yawns, stretches with care which causes Nanami to look at her. “You aren’t drinking beer?”

She shakes her head. “No, no…..I’m sitting out the beer drinking tonight.”

“Alright—”

Placing the can of the beer he had been drinking back, Nanami almost falls as she wraps her arms around him and places a small kiss upon his temple. A blush appears warmly against her cheeks. Nanami looks up to her, eyes wide open shock. His heart was pounding so hard against his chest, he feels like he’s going to pass out.

Her lips pursed, she could not speak. Stumbling a little bit, moving away from him. She was so red, like the scarlet sky when the blue hour comes. “I…I am so sorry!”

The way she ran to the guest room, Nanami wanted to stop her but he couldn’t. When the sound of the door clicked into the lock, Nanami felt himself fall off the couch, crutching down onto the rug. He touched his temple slowly, feeling the heat all over his body emitting as though he was a hot sun beaming down on earth on a warm summer day.

Nanami Kento thinks he fell in love with her again.

But he didn't know that maybe that night was the beginning.

Blush upon her cheeks behind the door frame, she hid her scarlet face.

She did fall in love with him, for the night.

[the-musings-of-a-manga-reader]

Sensitive Boy

TW: Rape/SA, PTSD

Sensitive Boy is a newer series delving into a bit of a taboo subject. The MC was raped in middle school by a female teacher. There is a certain stigma around this subject as some people think it’s not possible for a male to be raped by a female. Tho of course it does happen, it’s just not something that people really talk about or gets portrayed much in media.

As mentioned the MC of this series, Kaede, was raped by a female teacher in middle school before the start of the series. As a result, he has PTSD from the incident, having panic attacks revolving around females in certain situations. Such as when a girl accidentally fell on top of him. On the other hand, we have Tsubasa, a love interest, who is a romantic at heart and dreams of having a relationship like those in the shojo manga she read. Of course, those idealized romances don’t usually play out in real life. 

Kaede's first attempt to tell her about the incident in his past didn’t go well as the Tsubasa mistook it as just groping. But in a recent chapter, she realizes she misunderstood the situation and asks him what really happened, to which he explained everything.

I’m interested to see how Tsubasa handles this because she has such an innocent idealized view of romance. So far it’s not looking good, as she seems to find herself sick by this, focusing on the fact that he’s had sex (even tho it was non-consensual). Tho we also see that she’s having an internal debate about this. She’s disgusted that he’s not “innocent” but at the same time, she keeps reminding herself that it wasn’t his choice. I’m curious to see how this goes, will she be able to continue with this relationship? Or will she end things? 

Spoilers for the most recent chapter, ch. 16. 

This is a hard chapter to read. We see Tsubasa let out everything in front of Kaede. Telling him how she doesn’t know how to handle all this and asking could him if he really could have been raped by a female. Why didn’t he just fight back? Personally, this part made me pissed, he told her everything and then she has the nerve to question him if it really happened. I don’t think she and Kaede are a good match. She is far too innocent and filled with too many ideal fantasies to be with him. He deserves someone better. After she asks him if it was really against his will we see Kaede tell her to stop and says she doesn’t understand since she didn’t experience it. He breaks down apologizing for everything, crying and Tsubasa runs off leaving him alone. 

The sad thing about this situation is that people truly do think that. There is a misconception people have that men can’t be raped by women.  And in my opinion, it doesn’t help that we don’t talk about this topic much. We see plenty of media dealing with a female being raped by a male but almost never the other way around. I think this is why this series is important, it brings up this topic that people don’t want to talk about.

All Kaede wants to do is live a "normal" life. He wants a girlfriend, he wants to be like the guys his age and date, but it's not that easy for him sadly. As much as he wants a gf, his trauma isn't going to make it easy for him.

(Screenshots are from fan scans via Tanzanite Scans)

[de-fright-ful]

Stealing it from a discord conversation, but Amity is always holding SOMETHING, and from a distance, it almost seems like she's pulling a Grimsley and has a personal 'good luck coin,' which I can't lie to y'all. That would look REALLY sick, a witchy goth woman with a signature coin that she flips? That's cool! That's like Shojo Protagonist, levels of cool with a capital C!

But Amity? My beloved, my darling, my sweet? She is not capable of being THAT cool, not intentionally, let alone unintentionally. I'm sorry.

Amity is always holding something, but it's not a coin or a chip; it's a button—a large, probably plastic or wood, vintage, textured button like these.

She enjoys running her thumb around its surface or passing it between her knuckles—she can even do a few tricks—which is impressive given that they have less weight than the average coin.

But Amity doesn't keep buttons for luck or to remember someone—they're more like a stim for her. You see, the sensation of holding a button in her palm or between her fingers and running her fingers over its surface is comforting, soothing even. It calms her (especially in unfamiliar, stressful situations) and helps ground her.

Hell—because of this habit, she's even started collecting buttons and has tins of them stored away in her home—each one with a story attached and fond memories!

Some people have their snow globes, others have stamps and bottlecaps, but Amity has buttons, and she's never without one! It's sweet but so, so dorky (affectionate) and that's really the Amity way!

If she likes you well enough, she'll gift you one that reminds her of you!

[lokislytherin]

JAY HONG CONSPIRACIES

ok so y'all know i love hong jaeyeol / jay and i believe he should have more canonical importance due to the role ptj-nim gave him not only as a good friend of daniel and potential love interest, but also as a strong fighter in his own right, and the son of steve hong, who seems to have more canonical importance than his son (who is part of the OG Squad) at this point.

hence i am creating my own headcanons about jaeyeol's past, present and future, some of which are definitely not going to happen in lookism but i'm just creating them for Fic Purposes.

the valid ones will probably age like cheese but hey! if it ages like cheese it means jay's back in canon so we should all celebrate that together instead! if some of the valid ones age like fine wine someone should hire to me to be their ghostwriter so i can use them as a stepladder to fame as an independent writer /j i'm already working on being an independent writer

anyway here goes nothing!

1. WHY DOESN’T HE SHOW HIS EYES

pretty boy: he has the most beautiful eyes ever, or he has heterochromia, and he's just shy / ashamed / scared of showing them which is sad because we all want to see his eyes come on ptj it's been over 8 whole years since lookism was first published i just want to know if he has eyes man

unlimited powaaaa: he'd be too powerful if he could see properly so ptj nerfed him like gojo satoru blindfold self-nerfing and booted him from the canon timeline

galaxy brain crack aus: he has no eyes that's it. he's medusa and if he looks at people they will turn to stone. he's got shojo manga female protagonist eyes and we'll all pass out immediately if we saw them because they’re too powerful (jaeyeol with gojo satoru style eyes? we’d all die fr)

2. WHY DOESN’T HE TALK

potential to be legit: selective mutism + he'll talk in his own time, he's mute full stop and cannot talk

galaxy brain crack aus: past hanahaki surgery bc he’s implied gay and we all know the effect of societal norms on lookism arcs (been there doing that), he's Really Bad At Socializing so he just Doesn't (doing a komi au for that)

3. WHAT’S WITH HIS PAST?

traumatic gay backstory: came out and didn’t get accepted by the family except joy over time bc she’s a Good Sister, steve hong was like ‘damn i can’t let the public know my son is Gay’ so basically kicked him out of the house but let him have an allowance bc he’s a c- parent (barely above the pass grade but he’s better than what we know of canonical khun eduan from tower of god who i am ranking as a failing grade, and daniel’s mom is s rank parent)

second son vs politics: first son kitae is the most important one bc he’s the one taking on the family business. only daughter joy is also important politically because she could get married off in the future for business partnerships. ideally you want to keep the power so marrying off your second son isn’t that great even if you don’t really care much about him and he doesn’t really care much about what you do, so you just keep him around and he does his thing and you get annoyed because his ‘thing’ involves smoking, driving motorcycles and almost breaking speed limits, beating people up, etc. oh yes you are steve hong.

slightly unseiso and definitely canonically impossible but potential fic material: aboverse. jay excommunicated from the family because he’s an omega born into a family of alphas. the social power scaling could be so interesting to explore because 1) the contrast between the stereotypical submissive and breedable omega who needs to be protected and kickass protector figure jay who is fully capable of taking down his own opponents and then yours as well unless he gets paired up with people like logan lee 2) i believe in switch jaeseok supremacy and i don’t see a lot of bottom jay fics on ao3 but at the same time it would be cool for omega!jay to top and overcome the social stigma attached to being an omega

3. WHAT’S HE DOING NOW?

med student: he quit j high to pursue a degree in medicine because he’s Serious about being a doctor and helping daniel like that, that’s why he had his 1 panel cameo. he just went back to visit his old classmates in hopes that daniel would be there

op character arc: he’s being trained like an anime protagonist rn. miss sophia trained him when he was young, maybe he went to miss sophia again or he went to another master and he’s getting even more deadly at systema and kali arnis so he can fight and protect daniel better! he’s preparing for his Main Protagonist Character Arc or he’s just doing it off screen rip

detective arc: he’s trying to figure out what happened to big daniel through sleuthing and Rich Boy Ways. will do this fix it au in the future

this is way too long. i should’ve made it a thread. but i hope yall had fun reading lmao?? feel free to expand on any of my ideas please i like Discussion if i expand on this i’ll rb too