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mysicklove · 1 year ago

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summary: Sukuna might not be the best older brother, but at least Yuuji doesnt seem to mind.

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a/n: wrote this instead of kinktober. oopsies. i was feeling soft, ok? leave me alone.

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Two little fists bang at the door and you find yourself awoken from your sleep. In your half-sleep state, you manage to hear the desperate rattling of a door, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then, a sniffle, and a broken sob. “Brotherrrrr!”

“No Yuuji!” Sukunas voice echoes in your shared room, and at this, you seem to jump awake. Sukuna, turns his stare from the door back to you, and his lips curl upward. “You awake? C’mon lets go for round two. Been waiting hours.”

You pull yourself up, ignoring the suggestive kisses that your lover places down your neck. Another cry is let out from behind the door, and more pounding. “I-I'll be a good boy! Please, please, please Kuna!”

Sukuna growls into your neck, pulling away and yelling back a, “Yuuji, I told you it's adult time. Go watch your cartoons before you piss me off!”

A whined, “Noooooooo!” Is let out, and Yuuji by now must be sobbing, clawing at the door like some sort of puppy.

You turn to Sukuna, and his cocky smile returns, leaning forward to press more kisses along your cheek. You pull away, a scowl on your face, and he groans knowing what's to come. “Aw cmon, don't be mad. You promised me we would go again. ‘ts not my fault the brat is a clinger, Uraume is supposed to be watching him.”

You pull the sheets away from your body and Sukuna makes a noise of complaint. “Hand me your shirt,” You demand, pulling on your underwear as quickly as possible. He rolls his eyes at your tone, but pulls the cloth over his head and throws it to you. You are quick to put it on, satisfied when it comes just above your knees.

Then you pad over to the door, while Sukuna sighs, and pinches his brows. He isn't getting lucky for nights to come, you've already decided.

When you open it, you find Sukunas four year old brother standing with his bunny stuffed animal, and tears streaming down his face. When he finally processes that its you, he immediately drops the bunny, and stumbles over to you as quickly as he can, the cries coming louder. His arms shoot up and he is warbling a, “Up! Up!”

You are quick to abide by his request, picking him up and pressing the boys body to yours, and shushing him when he sobs into your neck. Your hands run through the near identical pink hair, and you mumble out a, “I know, I know. Sukuna is so mean. Its okay. Shhhh, don't cry.”

The boy fails to listen, and you don't blame him. He must have been really hurt by his brother blatantly ignoring him. You glare at your lover as you make your way back toward the bed. He holds his hands up sheepishly, and you roll your eyes. You crawl back into bed, resting your back on the headboard, while the four year old straddles your lap, crying into Sukunas shirt.

“You coddle him too much,” The pink haired man complains, glancing at his brother who was staining his shirt.

You scoff at him, continuing to run your fingers through the boys hair as he finally begins to calm down from his wish being granted. “So you were going to let him just cry out there?”

“It's what our parents did to me, and I turned out just fine.” You bite back a frown, but place a comforting hand on his own. His eyes flicker to you, and he nods, not saying anything. You are glad their parents are gone, and he is too. Although being left to raise his brother was more tedious than he thought, to Sukuna at least.

The last of Yuuji's tears fall, and you wipe them away with a small smile. The boy leans into your hand, loving every second of physical touch. He always seemed to want to be touching one of the two of you, whether it by means of having you carry him, or him very tentatively asking his brother to hold his hand. In those moments, Yuujis smile seems to be the brightest.

The puffy eyed kid turns to Sukuna, while continously holding onto your arm so that you don't stop your petting. “Brother is so mean!” Yuuji complains in a high voice, but he doesnt sound upset, only mimicking what you told him earlier. In fact, a smile was already beginning to creep on the boys face, already forgetting about the situation.

A playful finger jabs into the boys chest, and the boy squeals with delight. “Wouldn't be mean if you weren't such a brat.”

Yuuji shakes his head, a massive grin plastered to his face. “Nuh-uh! You are brat!”

Sukuna raises his eyebrows and you chuckle, nodding at the boy with approval. “Tell me about it,” You encourage, and the boy in turn giggles, liking that you took to his side.

The older of the two holds a predatory smile, and you raise your eyebrows. “You wanna say that again, kid?”

Yuuji doesnt understand threats, nor does he know that brat is considered an insult. “Brother Kuna is brat! Like me!”

Sukuna’s hands dart out to your lap, and make their way to Yuujis sides, quickly running his fingers over the skin. The boy squeals again, and then begins to frantically giggle at the ticklish feeling. Your lover's hands are tortuous on the boy, and in turn Yuuji's laugh begins to echo in the room, as he tries to squirm away. “No! Kuna! No!” He squeals, tiny fingers clawing into you as he tries to seek help from you.

His brother holds a small smile too, obviously trying to hold the cold front, but can't when hearing the infectious laugh. Eventually, when Yuuji seems to be loosing airflow from all his laughing, you defend the boy, batting away your lovers hands from his small body. Yuuji comes collapsing into your abdomen, trying to catch his breath, but smiling non the less. You stare fondly at him.

Sukuna, on the other hand, manages to find a paper folded in Yuujis pocket. He glances at the kid, who is already watching him with pure adoration. The kid had a huge problem of idolizing his older brother, even after being tortured by tickling and left outside the room.

Yuuji points to the paper. “Gift!”

“Did you draw us something?” You question, tapping on Yuujis nose. He smiles and nods, squirming in excitement for you guys to see.

Your lover unfolds the paper, glancing at you with a bored expression. You read right through him though. He is curious to see what his brother made, you just know it. Yuuji's hands grips onto your shirt.

Inside is three stick figures, obviously drawn by a young child. Some of the heads are too big, and they are drawn with purple crayon, sloppy, but made with love. There is a little figure in the middle, coated with pink hair, and holding onto two taller peoples hands. On his left side is a carbon copy of the little one, also with pink hair, but frowning. On his right, was the color of your hair made sloppily with marker, and a smile big enough to match Yuujis. Cute.

“That ones me!” Yuuji exclaims, pointing to the little figure in the middle.

“I couldn't tell,” Sukuna says very much sarcastically. Yuuji doesnt understand it, so he beams with pride, excited at the idea of possibly being compared to his brother that he idolizes so.

The boy giggles, and turns to you for confirmation. “Do me and brother look alike?”

You hum in thought, dramatically tapping your chin. “Definitely. But, one of you guys happens to be way cuter than the other though.” Before Yuuji can ask who, you lean forward and blow raspberries on his stomach, chuckling when more squeals and giggles come tumbling out. Sukuna hides a smile.

A second later Yuuji comes flying out of your lap and into Sukunas. The older grabs him forcefully by the hood of his jacket, like a mother cat does to its kittens. You roll your eyes at the treatment, knowing well that Sukuna by now knows how to hold a child. But the boy doesn't mind, now sitting contently in Sukunas lap and staring up at him. “You wanna look like me?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” Sukuna licks his hand, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then he very much too forcibly runs his fingers through Yuuji's hair. You jump watching the boy nearly collapse backward at the motion of his hands, but braces himself. Sukuna has a really bad problem of treating his brother with a little to much force than what a child should be used to. But Yuuji was a strong kid, so he never barked a lick of complaint – it was only you that were biting your fingers with nerves.

Sukuna brushes the pink hair backward, similar to his hair cut. Then he uses more saliva to spike it up. Once finished he nods at the kid, content with the hair that looks identical to his.

“Alright. Good. Now go grab a sharpie, we gotta give you some tattoes.”

Yuuji borderline has a tantrum when you tell him why you can't do that, while Sukuna laughs the entire time. But, the two of you compromise, and now there is a picture hung in Sukunas room where Yuuji is coated with black marker tattoos, identical to his brother.

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #gn! reader

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emmyrosee · 11 months ago

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tw // arachnaphobia!!!

You’re surprised your shriek of terror doesn’t shatter the windows in your apartment.

The pitch of fear in your voice at the sight of the eight legged monster that sits stagnant on the wall across from you hurts your own ears, and you’re sure your neighbors will hear it, but you don’t care.

Your scream was to rouse Sukuna from his games to deal with the terror. And judging by the pounding of feet down the hall, you’re confident it worked.

“-at whAT WHAT?!” He yells, his head whipping around the room to scan for danger, and when his eyes fall into you, his chest heaves and eyes are blazed with fight or flight. He’s in an oversized shirt and basketball shorts, his headset off one ear and controller dangling in one fist. Not exactly ready to fight, but you find it heroic all the same. “What! Why’d you scream!”

Your eyes curve in fear as you point to the other wall, the spider continuing to sit unbothered as your horrified screams disturb everyone else. His head darts to the other side of the room, and his raised brow come down as ‘fight’ turns into ‘annoyance.’ “Fucking seriously?”

“There’s a spider,” you whimper.

“Yeah, fucking see that,” he snarls. “My question is, did ya have to shatter my eardrums and cost me my game to look at it?”

You pout at him as you curl closer to yourself, and just as he turns to leave, you’re quick to call out for him. “Please kill it!”

“You do it.”

“You know I can’t! Please I’ll let you play in peace, I’ll cuddle you and shut up I swear-“

“Alright, alright,” he groans, walking up to the wall confidently. He makes direct eye contact with you, and if you thought you were going to pass out before, nothing could’ve prepared you for the massive disbelief that grips your heart when Sukuna Ryomen, the man you love, the man you give your soul to-

Uses his bare fucking hand to kill the spider under his palm.

The loud THWAK! silences the apartment air, making it still as your jaw slacks and your breath gets caught in your throat.

“You’re welcome,” he says, looking at the squashed spider in his hand. “Come cuddle once you’re stable again.”

“YOURE LITERALLY NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN!” You wail, backing yourself into a corner as he rolls his eyes and makes his way to the adjacent bathroom.

“Fuckin’ thinking that’s a good thing.”

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entirelytoooobsessed · 1 year ago

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touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.

that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.

who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.

who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.

touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,

who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.

who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.

who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.

touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.

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writer-freak · 6 months ago

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Haikyuu aftercare headcanons | Gn reader

Characters: Kuroo Tetsuro, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Kotaro, Terushima Yuji, Semi Eita, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, a bit repetitive, english isn't my first language, haven't written for Haikyuu in a long time and this is an old piece

A/n: My Haikyuu hyperfixation was awakened again and I looked through some old writing and decided to fix this up. Still isn't my best writing and I also had some family issues so I didn't really have motivation to write. So I'm going to have to get back into the groove.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo's aftercare is really about making sure that you feel loved and comfortable. He’s the type who would immediately clean you up and then wrap you in a cozy blanket. He’s got a stash of your favorite snacks ready, and he’ll cuddle up with you, asking about your day and making sure you’re feeling great. Expect a lot of soft kisses and maybe some playful teasing just to make you laugh. After that, he’ll hold you close, rubbing your back until you both drift off to sleep.

Kozume Kenma

Kenma tends to be more gentle and quiet with his aftercare. He’s not overly expressive, but he’ll make sure you’re taken care of in his own way. He’ll hand you a water bottle, clean you up, and then settle down next to you with his Switch or phone. If he's really tired, he might just go to sleep with you right away. In general, he likes aftercare to be more calm, so he’ll play your favorite game together or watch something with you. He’ll occasionally check in with a soft, “You okay?” if you stay awake with him. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll pull you close and wrap his arms around you.

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto is very enthusiastic with his aftercare it is almost overwhelming but he just wants the best for you. He is always about about making sure you’re happy and comfortable. He’ll scoop you up for a bear hug, clean you up quickly, and then bring you some water and snacks. He’s super attentive, asking if you need anything and telling you how amazing you are. He’ll probably end up talking about whatever comes to his mind, as he tends to be very energized even after sex. When you’re ready to sleep, he’ll make sure you’re tucked in snugly, holding you close to him and whispering sweet things until you both fall asleep.

Terushima Yuji

Terushima is more laid back with his aftercare. He’ll clean you up and then pull you into his arms, making sure you’re pressed against him. He’ll either talk to you about anything and everything, or he will just immediately take a nap with you. If he is in a talking mood expect a lot of laughter and maybe some silly jokes. When you’re both ready to sleep, he’ll adjust the pillows and blankets to make sure you’re both comfy, then hold you close as you drift off.

Semi Eita

Semi is really caring and attentive with his aftercare. He’s the type to make sure you’re hydrated first, offering you a glass of water and ensuring that you actually drink it before cleaning you up. He’ll ask how you’re feeling and if there’s anything you need. He’s really good at reading your emotions, so he’ll provide exactly what you need, whether it’s cuddles, talking, or just lying together in silence. Sometimes while cuddling he even hums your favorite song. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll pull you close and make sure you’re both comfortable, his soft humming lulling you to sleep.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa is more thorough and meticulous with his aftercare. He’ll make sure everything is clean and tidy, including you. He’ll bring you a warm towel and help clean you up, then offer you water and make sure that any mess is cleaned up. He’s not the most verbally expressive, but his actions show how much he cares. He’ll settle down next to you, holding your hand and he allows you to play with your hair if you ask him to. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll make sure you’re tucked in comfortably and just hold you close.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is really affectionate but also a little cheeky with his aftercare. He’ll clean you up with a playful grin, maybe leaving some teasing touches while cleaning you up. He loves making you laugh, so expect some teasing and jokes. He’ll bring you snacks and water, then cuddle up with you, wrapping you in his arms. He loves to chat and will just end up talking your ear off, making sure you feel completely relaxed. When you’re ready to sleep, he’ll pull you close, making sure you’re both cozy and whisper sweet nothings until you drift off.

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sincerelyyuu · 8 months ago

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hidden affections • itadori yuji

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ synopsis: after moving to a new school, you quickly gain the affections of a mystery admirer. ➼ pairing: itadori yuji x gn!reader ➼ content/tw: sfw, secretadmirer!yuji, tooth rotting fluff, no curses au, yuji is basically a lovesick puppy and is whipped for reader ➼ wc: 2K words ➼ a/n: desperately in need of some cute yuji content! likes and reblogs are appreciated ♡

Growing up, there weren't many people that Yuji found interesting enough to date. People seemed to gravitate towards his friendly and outgoing personality so making friends came easy to him. Even then, there wasn’t anyone that really caught his eye. Of course, he had his preferences (Jennifer Lawrence being one of them), but no one that he considered passing the threshold of friendship with.

That is until he met you.

Nobara had mentioned a new student was transferring into their class. It was a little unexpected considering it was the middle of the school year, so he was curious as to who this person was. When you first stepped into the classroom, Yuji felt the breath knock out of his lungs.

He always thought the idea of falling in love at first sight was so cheesy and something that only happened in movies. Yet suddenly all of those love songs on the radio made sense. You were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He hadn’t realized he was staring until Nobara shoved an elbow into his side, snickering at the way his jaw snapped shut from the way it hung open. Meanwhile, you stood at the front of the class, doing your best to smile despite your nerves at all the attention on you.

“This is (y/n). They’ll be joining us for the remainder of the school year. They just moved here, so please do your best to make them feel welcome,” the sensei introduced before turning to you. “You may take a seat.”

Bowing in respect to the teacher and then once more to your new classmates, you briefly scanned the room. You decided to take a seat next to a pink haired male who waved hello enthusiastically to you, already feeling your nerves dissipate from his cheery demeanor.

“(y/n), right? I’m Itadori Yuji,” he greeted with a grin.

“It’s nice to meet you, Itadori,” you returned his smile, pulling the supplies out of your bag to get ready for the lesson. “I like your hair. It kind of reminds me of strawberry milk.”

The words leaving your lips before you could stop them, you looked at him sheepishly, “Sorry, was that weird to say?”

Yuji laughed lightly, a little embarrassed at your thoughts on his hair. “No, it’s fine. I haven’t heard that one before but thanks, I guess.”

“If you want, my friends Fushiguro, Kugisaki and I can show you around. I wouldn’t mind-, I mean, we wouldn’t mind,” he offers, quickly correcting himself and silently cursing himself for lamely stumbling over his words.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to catch it and nodded your head eagerly, “I’d like that a lot.”

Just like that, you found yourself hanging out everyday with this trio of friends who accepted you into their group with open arms. There was rarely a day where you weren’t with them, be it group study sessions in the library or outside of school going on convenience store runs. Among this group, you naturally became closest with Yuji who always made you feel welcomed.

Meanwhile for Yuji, what started as innocent interest quickly evolved into a full blown crush on you. He was drawn to your bubbly and sweet nature and like a moth to a flame, his heart followed you. He found himself thinking of you all the time, wondering about what you liked or what you were up to. Wondering if you thought about him as much as he thought about you.

It was the little things that sent his heart racing. One random day, his number two pencil had rolled off his desk. Leaning down to grab it, his hand brushed against yours feeling the soft skin of your hand against his fingers. You were a step quicker than him and grabbed the pencil first, placing it back on his desk.

“Thanks,” he expressed, doing his best to fight back the rush of heat to his face.

You merely waved him off nonchalantly in an effort to tell him not to worry about it. After that, Yuji would purposely drop his pencils often in class, timing it so that his hands would brush against yours every time. You joked with him about how clumsy he was when in reality, his hand would tremble as it yearned to hold yours.

Yuji never had a problem with expressing himself to others. However, when it came to you, it was like his brain immediately turned to mush. All of his thoughts fly out of his head the minute you're on his mind.

“Why don’t you just tell them how you feel?” Megumi asks him a different day.

“What if they don’t feel the same way?” Yuji whines, plopping his head onto his folded arms on his desk. “It would be so embarrassing if they rejected me.”

“You don’t know unless you try,” his friend replies, mildly amused by the distress on Yuji’s face. “Besides, I’m surprised they haven’t figured it out yet.”

Raising his head, Yuji looks at him in surprise. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Megumi rolls his eyes. “You literally have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at them.”

Did he really? He couldn’t help it. Every time you walked into the room, it was like all he could see was you. The way your eyes light up whenever you wave hello to him. The crinkle of your nose whenever you laugh at something funny he said. Your voice dripping with honey every time you spoke to him. You were absolutely captivating to him.

“Look, I’m just saying that there are other ways to let them know your feelings,” the spiky haired teen suggested cryptically with the gears turning in Yuji’s head as he thought over his best friend’s advice.

The next day, you and Nobara were aimlessly chatting about plans for the weekend. When you walked into class, you were surprised to see a red and brown box sitting on top of your desk. Upon further inspection, you saw it was a pack of chocolate Meiji Hello Panda cookies, your favorite childhood snack.

“Whatcha’ got there, (y/n)?” Nobara asks as she throws her bag to the floor and slips into her desk beside yours.

“Cookies,” you answered and held up the box to her. “Did you see who left these here?”

The ginger shrugged, “Wasn’t from me. Is there a name?”

Taking a closer look at the box, you couldn’t find a sender name. Instead you found a tiny strawberry sticker pasted on the front. Why would someone leave you this on your desk? As if answering your thoughts, Nobara leaned in with a cheeky grin.

“Looks like someone has a secret admirer~,” she teases.

You shook your head at her in disbelief. “I doubt it. Maybe someone is just being nice?” you tried to reason with her.

“Oh, definitely. That’s exactly why I have a box of treats sitting on my desk, too,” Nobara sarcastically retorts and gestures to her empty desk.

You shoved her shoulder playfully with a laugh, opening the box and shaking a couple of the shortbread pandas into her awaiting hand. Hearing a chair screech on your opposite side, you turned to see Yuji looking at you with expecting eyes.

“Hi, Itadori!” you greeted, holding out the box to him. “Want some? Someone really sweet left these for me on my desk today.”

“O-Oh, really? That was nice of them,” he stammered in response.

He stretched out his hand and let you drop a couple of the pieces onto his palm, crumpling the convenience store receipt with the name of the snack inside of his hoodie pocket.

Satisfied with how the first time went, Yuji started leaving anonymous tokens of affection at your desk every day. A single stem of your favorite flower (which he found out through Nobara who had a field day when he told her of his crush on you). A bag of candies as sweet as you. A cute bunny keychain that he won at the local arcade (and spent way too much money to get) that reminded him of you. Each time he would wake up extra early to make sure he was the first one to get to class to leave his little gift.

Feeling a bit braver, Yuji also began writing love notes to you to slip into your locker. Just little one liners onto torn notebook paper of things he wished he could say to you but didn’t have the courage to say to your face.

“Seeing your smile is enough to brighten my whole day.”

“You are my sunshine on my darkest days.”

“Do you understand how amazing you are?”

With every passing day, you wanted so badly to find out who your secret admirer was. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t start to develop a crush on them back. How could you not when they were clearly trying hard to convey their feelings for you in the most endearing way?

The only clue you had was that same strawberry sticker that accompanied each gift and note. You did feel guilty that this mystery person was spending all this time and money on you without getting anything in return. The curiosity was starting to become unbearable.

So, you made up your mind. You were going to find out who this person was whether they were ready or not.

Waking up just as the sun was rising, you hurriedly got ready and made your way to school. Walking through the empty hallways, you stopped just as you were a step away from the door of your homeroom, careful to avoid being seen through the class windows. Your heart accelerated once you heard footsteps inside the classroom. They were already here. Inhaling deeply to steady your rapid heartbeat, you slid open the door.

“...Itadori?” you gasped.

The tall teen looked at you with wide eyes, unceremoniously dropping the adorable shiba dog plushie on your desk. He felt a panic rise in his chest. You weren’t supposed to be here yet. What were you doing here?

Wracking his brain on what to say, he ultimately sighed. Turning to face you, he rubbed the back of his head bashfully, “You finally caught me. It was me.”

You felt your heart grow warm at finally matching a face to all the gifts and the love notes. To think it was your friend Yuji this entire time. As you studied the male, your eyes gravitated up to his strawberry pink locks.

Strawberry. The strawberry sticker. You finally connected the dots. It was his way of telling you it was him and you didn’t even realize it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you questioned softly. Walking up to the tense male, you saw him gulp as you stopped in front of him, looking so nervous and utterly adorable.

Yuji gave a half hearted laugh before replying, “Would you think I’m lame if I told you I was afraid to?"

"You just make me so nervous. I really like you. I’ve liked you for a while now but I didn’t know how to say it without ruining our friendship. I wanted to give you an out in case you didn’t feel the same.”

Picking up the plushie, he tentatively held it out to you. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the way you accepted it and held it to your chest affectionately.

“Yuji,” you gently beamed up at him. “Can I call you that?”

Yuji swore he died and went to heaven upon hearing you say his first name. Cheeks flushing, he nodded fervently. He felt his breath hitch when you leaned up to press a kiss to his reddening cheek.

“Thank you for everything,” your voice full of gratitude as you stared into his fawn colored eyes. “For the record, I really like you, too.”

Feeling a sudden wave of confidence, he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Does this mean I can finally take you on a date?” he asks, his cheeks aching from how widely he was smiling.

Hiding your face behind the plushie in your hands, you peered up through your lashes at him with twinkling eyes. Too cute, Yuji thought.

“Just say the word and I’ll be there,” you promised.

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yanluvr · 1 year ago

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yandere!yuji who would hold you like a koala, tight with no signs of letting go. it would take you being a master ninja to escape his grasp, but it would still be a challenge if you were one. yuji would be grumpy if he’d woken up to an empty bed, pouting at you in the kitchen where you’re making breakfast for the two of you as his arms snake around your waist once more. he’s grateful that you’ve taken the time to cook his favorite meal of the day, but why didn’t you wake him up so he can help you? he’s such a clingy puppy.

yandere!yuji who could always convince you to deny your friends invitation to hang out with the excuse that “you can always hang out next time”, but that next time never really comes. but you aren’t sad, how could you when you spend the whole day having fun with your boyfriend? coffee in your favorite cafe, him winning prizes for you in the amusement park, catching a movie, and finally relaxing in your shared apartment. yuji always makes sure you’re having the best day everyday. more fun than your “friends” could ever give you.

yandere!yuji who’s phone storage is filled to the brim in photos and videos of you. some innocent, some not so much. some before you dated noticed him, some afterwards. but you’ll never know about his peculiar habits. you’ll never know that behind that adorable, dorky smile, is an obsessive stalker who would do anything to protect you. yuji has lost so many people in his life, and he’ll be damned if you joined them. he’ll always be the guardian watching over you.

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nariism · 1 year ago

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*ੈ✩ LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR

pair. itadori yuji x reader

synopsis. in the 3 days following the shibuya incident, itadori yuji emerges as a husk of his former self. with his immediate execution resumed, you both grapple with the feelings you have for each other and come to terms with his impending death.

content. hurt/comfort (lots of comfort, thank art because i was gonna be mean about this and they convinced me not to), slightly canon divergent (taking place between shibuya and the culling games), fluff and minor angst, yuta is the best wingman

wc. ~4.4k

NOVEMBER 1 2018

You imagine that your face was rather ghastly when you received the news.

"Execution?" You repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. No, that was the wrong description. It tasted of death—like iron and the depths of Hell filling your mouth until you were gurgling on it.

Unlike the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo, you had been ordered to stay back with Shoko in case of an emergency. You remember your exile from battle had left a similar rotten flavour in your mouth.

You vanished off the face of the earth after the incident was over. Most probably presumed you died in the aftermath. Devoured by a curse, they would say and shake their heads. You were always troublesome. And then they would move on with the rest of the world, all the same.

Lives were only temporary in the world of curses. Focus on who you can save, not who is already gone. They'll only end up a curse in your sleep. What a horrible notion to have.

The truth is that you'd been whisked away with Yuta, who seemed to be scheming a plan of his own. Perhaps as a middle finger to the higher ups he hated so much, or perhaps just for his own selfish reasons. You wouldn't know until he was finished carrying it through—he's too good at keeping secrets.

He wanted your reverse cursed technique, you knew that much for sure, even though he could do it himself. You were useful by his side, fitting into his plot in a way you could not in Shibuya. Feeling some sort of obligation and satisfaction, you followed him like a lost puppy.

And now here you are, seated by a dimming fire in the abandoned part of the city. Yuta was too clever for his own good. You suppose Gojo taught him some things well. This was their plan after all.

Yuji was safe, if only for this moment in time.

"Now with Gojo gone, it would have been easy for the higher ups to send assassins your way."

Ruthless and truthful, you flinch, but Yuji does not. He remains perfectly still in your hold, with your hands rotating his face around to get a better look at his wounds. You pour your cursed energy into him, hoping to breathe life back into his eyes, but they stay dull and empty.

"We'll find a way to stop this," you assure, reaching over to take a sanitizing wipe to clean an open cut. Yuta was too rough on him, but it was at least believable that Yuji was dead. He doesn't even recoil from the alcohol stinging his flesh, too engrossed in his own thoughts.

"Why?" He asks weakly. You gawk at him, but then it melts away into a softness that finally makes him blink up at you. "I'm evil."

"You're not evil, Yuji."

"I am. I killed those people. I did." His voice comes flat and defeated, nothing like the one you used to listen to over dinner while he reenacted shitty western films.

You never realize what you'll miss until it's gone. It's hollow, the ache in your heart.

"You don't understand. How could you? All this blood on my hands—"

"It was Sukuna," you quickly refute.

"And Sukuna only lives because I do!"

His voice raises at you, causing the flames behind you to flicker and crack. It's enough for Yuta to step in, acting as a barrier between your tense bodies. Yuji seems to shrink at this, realizing his emotions have run amok and that he has yelled at you.

You only stare back at him in bewilderment, like a frightened animal. Your upperclassman shakes his head.

"Enough of this. We need to start making plans."

You lay awake that night, alone and anxious. Yuta has taken the first shift of watching and patrolling while the two of you rest, though hesitant to leave you alone. He told you it’s another reason he dragged you along: having three people to rotate shifts instead of just two would be easier on your bodies and minds. The city is not what it used to be, now overrun with curses of all grades.

You reassured him it would be fine, that you would fall asleep quickly and so would Yuji—his body has to run out of steam eventually, right? Oh, what a fool you were.

The tension is so heavy that it's awkward, even though you're sleeping on opposite ends of the tunnel.

"Sleep," you demand as if you were Inumaki, like you have the power to curse him.

His eyes flutter open. Even in the firelight, you don't see any shine in them, seeming as if they had been extinguished of life. "Why don't you?"

"I can't until you do."

"That's stupid," he tells you.

It's not the first time you've argued like this. Back when the world felt right, you would sneak in through his dorm window well into the hours of the night. Platonic, you had convinced yourself. You snuck into his bed seeking companionship as a friend. That's the lie you gorged on.

A piece of you knew, and you're sure he did too, that the way your hands explored his arms was unnatural for two friends, and that friends wouldn't sneak into each other's rooms like this with such severe punishment on the line.

It was safe in his arms, with the dull hum of his television running an old horror film in the background. You didn't have to think about much other than his warmth when you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. Or when his arm was draped over your shoulder and you were pressed into his side—actually, you think you preferred this one though you felt sorry for his sore arm.

You would bicker about dumb, pointless things. Which movie is better, or which character deserved to be mutilated more. It would go on for so long that Megumi would bang his fist on their shared wall to get the two of you to shut up.

There was no curse strong enough to change time itself, so you keep your thoughts and memories to yourself when you respond.

"You'll be too tired to function on your shift," you reason.

"You both will be fine without me." Better off without me, you know he means. You've gotten good at reading between his lines.

You slowly sit up in your sleeping bag, eyes never leaving Yuji. He seems so frail right now, even though he looks more adult than he ever has before.

"Human Earthworm 4 was better than 2," you suddenly say. His eyes peer open again in confusion.

"Huh? 2 was way better."

"I liked the love story in 4," you argue, slowly getting out of your bag to shuffle to his side of the concrete tunnel. He looks at you as if you've said something outlandish, too preoccupied with his thoughts to wonder why you've come so close.

"2 had the best special effects though."

Your body shifts under his blanket.

"But 4 had a happier ending." (As far as 'happy' goes in the Human Earthworm series, at least.)

His arm falls around your waist as it has a hundred times, pulling you into his chest.

"Whatever," he huffs. The next topic comes fast and you're thrown into a full blown conversation with him. If you concentrate enough, you can imagine your bodies being tangled together in his bed, safe and sound.

Concrete and fire and the stench of curses melt away until he's all you can focus on.

"You have weird taste in movies," he concludes with his eyes drifting shut.

NOVEMBER 2 2018

You think you know how to fix broken people until you find that they are more than skin and bones.

You learn one thing after the Shibuya Incident: there are wounds residing within Yuji just as much as there are marking his flesh.

Yuta, you realize, had left the two of you alone to sleep and has protected you all night. You'll make it up to him, you reason. Yuji deserved to sleep.

When you wake up to his sleeping face, you think his cuts are healing nicely. But then his expression twists up in terror—a nightmare, if he even had enough energy left in him to conjure up dreams. He murmurs in his sleep, shakes his head a few times and thrashes around so much you're surprised you slept through the night by his side.

"Sukuna," he's whispering. Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna. King of Curses. The second voice tormenting him that lives in his own brain like a parasite. You bury yourself into his chest and hold him as tight as you can. He relaxes, body releasing its rigid form, but the murmurs continue.

He is shattered beyond repair. No amount of cursed energy could fix that, even if you tried.

You had once watched Yuji electrocute himself trying to set up the janky old television in his dorm room.

He fell back onto the floor with a loud crash, head hitting the wood so hard you thought he might have a concussion. It caused such a racket that Megumi came running into the room asking what happened, demon dog ready behind him in case of an ambush.

You rushed to the floor, discarding all the food you had settled in your lap and crumbled beside him to scoop him into your arms.

"Yuji!" You called him. People rarely used his first name. You felt special, like you knew him better than others did and for some reason that was a privilege. "Are you okay?"

He laughed in your arms, seeming unfazed by the fact that electricity had run through every vein in his body. "I'm fine, see? My finger just slipped."

You and Megumi both sighed in relief, though you always thought it was strange when you reflected on it. Yuji was a funny guy, yes. He was equal parts humour and destruction but not a klutz. Mistakes happen, so you let it slide until now, but some part of you was nagging to ask.

"That day," you start while rolling up your sleeping bag. "You electrocuted yourself. Remember?"

He looks at you funny over his shoulder. Yuta has already started cracking open cans of food for breakfast, embers of your dead fire cracking.

"Hmm, yeah. I remember. Why?"

"I just thought..." you trail off. "Well, Sukuna makes you tough to a lot of things. I'm surprised small electric shocks aren't one of them."

Sukuna. A name you'd been avoiding since this morning. Sickening silence settles between you. It's so heavy that you pause in your cleaning to look at him, brow raised.

"Yeah," he coughs. "Well, maybe I exaggerated."

"Huh?" You sound annoyed now. "You scared us half to death!"

Yuji only falters in his own chores. When he looks at you again, there's a longing in his gaze that you don't know how you could have missed. Or perhaps it was never there until now.

"It was nice to have you fawning over me," he admits.

The day goes on and all you feel is a terrible grief.

You become painfully aware of each millimeter the sun glides across the sky, from one horizon to the other. Time slips through your fingers fast as sand.

Horrifically, you can't find anything to talk about to fill the emptiness—Nobara and Megumi feel off the table considering the extent of their injuries. You don't even dare to breathe Gojo's name, let alone speak of him so boldly as Yuta is.

You're afraid that Yuji will spiral again, confused and unwilling to cooperate with his judgement clouded by loss. It's not your fault, you would say. It is, he would argue. It would do neither of you good, so you idle around while he and Yuta devise plans to tiptoe around the higher ups.

A part of you knows that if either of you told him to submit and die, he would. He's already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

On the outside, he seems perfectly indifferent. Gaze steady, face stone and unchanging as he speaks. He's doomed, ill-fated, someone full of misfortune. He looks so lonely that the air itself parts for him where he stands.

To shoulder so much responsibility, so much death, maybe he truly is alone. Some fraction of him, at least—a piece of himself only he would ever understand.

Your hand snakes into his without a second thought. You don't know why you did it, nor do you have any reasoning that he doesn't yank away from you. His hand trembles, and it's then that you realize his whole body is wracked with tremors that don't match his distant disposition.

The second thing you learn is this: when Yuji self-destructs, he does it from the inside-out.

Itadori Yuji loves chocolate cake.

He loves all food, really, acting like your friend group's personal food dumpster whenever any of you were full. But chocolate cake you knew he had a sweet tooth for.

You used to bring it with you to his dorm, stopping by the convenience stores on the way home to grab a pre-packaged slice from the fridge for him to eat.

"You're making a mess," you would tell him with a frown, using your thumb to wipe up frosting from the corner of his mouth. You would lick the pad of your finger clean after that, and he would watch almost in a trance.

It's the reason why you stop on one of your patrols, poking through the fridge section of a convenience store. The power has been out for a long time in this part of the city, all the food is already room temperature, but you figure this is fine as long as it smells okay.

The way Yuji's face lights up when he sees you is all it takes for the worry to go away.

It briefly feels as though nothing has ever gone wrong—that after this slice of cake the two of you will tumble back onto his mattress and turn on another showing of Titanic. (He groaned about it once, saying he got KO'd too many times during this film. You only laughed in confusion.)

At the end of the day, you know those days will never come back to you, lost forever in the wind.

Fire dances before you and you watch, enchanted by the flames. You remember last night, how not even the firelight could make Yuji look the same as he did before. You turn your head to look at him, to see if it's any different tonight, just for your cheek to be caught in his palm.

His thumb traces your lip, the way you used to do to him. You recognize the pull of his finger against your flesh, the swipe of it to get frosting off, but he still seems dissatisfied.

"What?" You ask.

"It didn't come off," he mutters, leaning in dangerously close to observe. Heat rises all the way to your cheeks and makes your hairs stand on end. His touch is like molten lava. You wonder if it has something to do with the monster living inside of him.

"I can't see it," you whine without a mirror.

He draws a little closer, until he's inches from your face. "Let me..."

You've suddenly been dropped into cold, unknown waters. This is all unfamiliar. He's rushing this, as if making up for all the time the two of you lost pretending you were only friends. As if he can cram all the things he's wanted to tell you into one night.

Recoiling away, you find yourself hesitating. If he kisses you, this all becomes too real. It's an acknowledgment of his impending death. That the thread of his life is finer and further stretched than yours is.

An unpleasant thought rings through your mind. What if I become a curse on him?

"This only ends badly for us," you whisper, but the conviction is missing from your voice.

He doesn't care. At least, it doesn't look like he does. Who knows what he's thinking right now?

"Who cares?" He says. "We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. Everything bad happens to us no matter what."

You don't have any rebuttal to that, no argument that forms in your mind that could challenge his words. He was right. Only disaster befalls Sorcerers. Disaster and grief.

For a while you had forgotten, living these idyllic months watching the days pass by. You feel like you wasted that precious time worrying about stupid things, like what to have for breakfast or what kind of snacks you should pick up for movie night.

(It ended up being popcorn every time. He liked to piss off Sukuna with it, saying the King of Curses would never get to experience the pleasure of picking out kernels from his teeth. You scoffed but bought it anyway.)

Another thought crosses your mind: Yuji is more fit to be in a rom-com, or a television series where the good guys always win. Not this tragedy. Not this massacre.

You wonder if he's ever felt the same way. If he ever wished he could reach into the sky and turn the sun back to a time before he even knew what a curse was.

If you’d met each other under different circumstances, would this have been a different story? The thought makes your heart ache, a part of you so deep that even if you reached into your chest and plucked it, you'd still wail.

"Can I?" He asks you, eager but quiet. Had this been a few months ago, you imagine that he would have had this spark in his eye. That his lips would be crashing into yours with no inhibition.

But Yuji has always been selfless, you think he always will be. He doesn't want to drag you down if you don't want to—an out, they call it. An escape route just before he careens into a ditch.

Hope has drained from every inch of his expression. This is his loneliness talking.

Despite the dread that licks up your spine, you cup his face. You swear he jolts slightly beneath your touch, as if you've reached out to strike him down. A retribution he believes he deserves.

He kisses you like it's his last day on earth.

You learn one last thing: Itadori Yuji tastes familiarly of death.

Yuta decides to leave you alone for a second night in a row. His presence is so crushing that you know he's alive, but he stalks off somewhere else, leaving just you and Yuji huddled by the pitiful fire you've built.

He once claimed himself jokingly to be a love expert, and then ran off to Kenya for so long that you lost track of how much time passed. You wish you'd asked him before he left what he meant, but at the time it seemed irrelevant. Insignificant. The name Itadori Yuji had not yet been impressed into your heart like a seal.

You're busy setting up the sleeping bags, this time pushing them flush together. They're so close you can barely see the seam between them. Yuji stands on the other side of the fire, watching.

It reminds him of all the times you'd ever scolded him for not making his bed in the morning. I'm gonna crawl back in tonight anyway, he said. Who cares if it's messy?

Idiot, you would call him. But there was no malice behind it. He treated it like a pet name, a badge of honour to be your idiot.

Life felt so simple back then. He was full of determination and life and stuck to his morals as best he could. When he wavered he would text you to come over so you could fall asleep on his chest and suffocate any other thoughts out of his head.

"I've never felt so powerful before," he admits quietly. You turn to look at him, curious. "Like I could do anything in the world."

There's a negative connotation to that, you know. He could do anything. The world would crumble at his feet and there he would stand, laughing at it all. It isn't his will, not even slightly, but the demon taking refuge in his body would love to see the blood pool.

"Like I could just... reach out and—"

"Yuji!" You hiss, lurching forward to take his hand into yours and retreat from the flame. The skin is already pink and blistering, scorched by the embers. You twist his wrist around, observing where the fire licked the deepest, and pour your energy into him.

When you look up to see if he's crying, or at least grimacing in pain, you find only his smiling face—warm and adoring. For a second it feels like the world isn't burning around you.

It was nice to have you fawning over me.

You wipe that stupid smirk off his face, leaning in to smear a kiss along the scar on his lip.

"Idiot," you say, and he laughs for the first time in so long that it sounds foreign in your ears.

(He doesn't fall asleep that night. He would rather savour the sound of your soft snores, memorize the form of your body in his hold, and try his hardest to burn this into his brain.

So be it if you come to curse him one day. He would welcome you with open arms.)

NOVEMBER 3 2018

The day comes when Megumi sneaks into your hideout, asking for help.

His sister, he explains. He needs help saving Tsumiki. For some reason, resentment boils in your stomach, but then it's snuffed just as fast.

Two days and two nights you've spent pretending Japan isn't collapsing, content with sitting idly by as curses overran Tokyo. You're sure Megumi thought you to be cowards, that you were all hiding under this bridge to wait out the hellstorm that was raining down on your homes.

It was true to some extent. Once Yuji stepped out into battle again, that was that. You're not sure things would ever be the same again, though you suppose you lost the privilege of routine days ago.

"Let me come too," you urge. Three pairs of eyes land on you.

"No," Yuji pushes. "It's dangerous."

"I can fight!"

"You can't," he pauses, then corrects himself, "You won't."

Awkward silence settles over your encampment. Yuta stirs, standing to hold you steady by the shoulders.

"If we need help... if one of us is hurt, we'll need you unharmed. Do you understand?"

Ah, ever so wise, your upperclassman. So easy to persuade you. There's a reason why he's the chosen one only second to Gojo.

You swallow the bile that fights up your throat. "What if you don't come back?"

Yuji steps in this time, knocking away Yuta to hold you by the face. Get a grip, this means. Pull yourself together, don't you dare fall apart in front of me.

"We will."

You once considered telling him how you felt, letting it eat away at you until Nobara groaned in disgust.

“If Itadori starts dating before I do, I’ll puke.”

You remember that you laughed, thinking she was so dramatic. You loved that about her. “I think you would do worse.”

She glared at you, foot lightly kicking at your shin under the table. Still, she made sure to push equal amounts of rice to your side of the plate. “I might burn a village down,” she huffed, placing her chin on her palm.

“You’re fine. Even if I told him how I feel, I don’t think he’d accept.”

“Huh?” Nobara sounded genuinely confused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”

You didn't know how to answer that. Maybe you were just afraid that you had misinterpreted everything, that the way he held you was protective in a familial manner and that he would slam his door in your face when you tried.

Looking back on it, you can imagine him in the next room ranting about the same things to Megumi.

“He still has posters of Jennifer Lawrence on his wall,” you argued weakly while shoveling rice into your spoon. She watched you take your bite with her lips parted in disbelief.

You wish you had told him, then. Not that it would have changed where you both ended up.

You watch as they pack up their things.

Megumi's demon dog keeps you quiet company, tail thrashing against the ground as you slick back its fur. They talk around the dying flames, devising plan after plan. None seem safe. None would be.

Yuta and Megumi leave first, taking the lead in front of the pack. His dog melts into the shadows and disappears, leaving you sitting alone.

"I want to take you back, but..." Yuji glances over his shoulder toward his death sentence. "Will you make it okay on your own?"

You get up slowly, as if to draw out the time he stands before you. A thousand questions run through your head: what if you never see him again? What if this kills him, not by body, but by his already damaged soul?

He must sense the racing of your mind, so he leans in to engulf you in his arms. In an instant, memories of those days spent lounging in his bed, shoveling your food onto his plate, and purposefully talking louder to tease Megumi come flooding.

A year you would never forget. You're sure it'll become a curse if you dwell, so you tell him: "I'll make it. You go on, they need you."

I need you, too. Stay. If only it were so simple.

He smiles at you, warm like the sun that's hidden behind the barrier. Itadori Yuji looks like a ghost of his former self, battle-worn and covered in scars where his skin used to be smooth. He kisses you again for good measure, making sure he remembers the way you sigh into his mouth.

When he pulls away, there's life gleaming in his eyes.

"Let's watch Human Earthworm 5 when I come back."

Your thumb brushes the corner of his lip. You open your mouth to speak, to finally tell him the truth after all this time. You'd rather not die regretting you never said it, after all.

But you stop.

"I prefer Titanic," you confess. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. Then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

You'll make up for lost time one day. It won’t be today. You can tell him all about your feelings when he comes back to you.

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im-n-your-walls · 25 days ago

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HIIIIIIII!!!!! 👋 I HAVE A TEENSY TINY REQUEST PLS🥺🥺🥺

Can i please have Haikyuu characters when we ask “would you still love me if I was a worm” and the next morning we trick them into thinking we got turned into a worm >=3???🪱🪱🪱

*staring at u with my autistic eyes*

a/n p this is I think the fastest I have finished a request

——————————*asking them*—————————— “no”

tsukishima, atsumu, Kageyama, ushijima, suna

“I’d eat you”

Nishinoya, tendou, seako

“Ofc I’d love you!”

akaashi, suga, hinata, yamaguchi, yachi, osamu

“Would YOU love me if I turned into a worm?!”

Tanaka, Yamamoto, lev, Terushima

-———————*when you disappeared*———————-

calls you like a sane person

Ushijima, Kageyama

Panics till they cry

Yachi, hinata, yamaguchi, Tanaka, Yamamoto, lev

at first thought you were chill and needed space but now there flipping every stone

Tsukishima, suga, osamu

breaks into your house to find you

Nishinoya, saeko, Terushima

all of the above in that order

tendou

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asuyaka · 1 year ago

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GUESS WHO'S CLASSES ARE FINALLY OVER GIRLIES💃💃

Damn, it's been a heck of a while since I last came back to this blog--

Anyways! I've been following the new JJK episodes(I am not fine and it's all Mahito's fault.), so to put a bandage on his gap in my chest, how about some reverse comfort shot for our boy Yuuji during the Shibuya arc? Heaven knows he's in need of it. The prompt would be that he's having the meltdown/panic attack after regaining control over his body after Sukuna raised hell on the city(along with all the memories that come with it) and his lover finds him crying on the ground and rushes to comfort him and ground him.

I just want my boy to get a hug goddamn it, Gege won't give him any breaks😭

- Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.

★ - 'm honestly haven't watched the new episode yet (prayin' s'the "I'm you." timeline !!) but, 100% agree! 'm boy needs a break !! (gege is cruel (；′⌒`) )

☆ - Itadori Yuuji x Reader!

♡ - 'm sososososo glad t'see you again 🌈 !! 've lowkey been burnin' out, but 'm glad you're here !! <;33 （〃｀ 3′〃）| listenin' to... Skyfall

Good God— you don't know how you're alive right now.

The stench of curses and blood permeated the air, dried blood from curse users and curses stuck your hair to your face; heavy breaths leaving your lips as you looked around for any familiar faces.

Shibuya is in shambles, nothing more and nothing less. Dead civilians and auxiliary managers litter the streets, and several cars and buildings are smashed and flipped on their sides.

"Fuck," you wheeze, holding onto the scar that stretches to two separate sides of your face.

Your ribs are most definitely bruised or broken— there's no doubt about it. Your ankle is a bit sprained and you can't hear anything from your left ear.

You're really looking for Yuuji, you're lovable, and sometimes (a lot of the time) oblivious boyfriend. It's a bit biased, you know. Though Yuuji is at the top of your priority list, you really just want to find anybody who came to Shibuya with Gojo.

An earth-shattering sound makes its way through your ear(s). You turn around sharply, staring in shock as a few inches away from your foot is completely gone.

There's a presence you've felt ever since you woke up and you more or less guessed it was Sukuna.

If you had moved one step ahead, you would've died by what you assumed was Sukuna's domain.

Sukuna.

Your eyes widen as they stare at the crater formed by the King of Curses' domain. There's no way people aren't dead.

Yuuji.

"Oh fuck, Yuuji?!" Your anxiety goes haywire as you force your body to move. Even though every bone in your body aches in pain, pushed to its limit and beyond during the plethora of curses you've fought, you move.

Your heartbeat accelerates as your breaths get shorter. As fast as you run around the perimeter of the crater, you still haven't found Yuuji. Yuuji and his boyish smile every time you get him a gift, Yuuji, and his airy laugh whenever he sees something that manages to get him just right.

Yuuji and, his adorable love for movies, Yuuji, and his bright demeanor, able to make almost anyone fall under his spell.

Yuuji, who you find scratching at the road with tears falling down his eyes, wailing about how he should be the one to die.

It's right then and there, that your heart breaks.

Forgetting about the pain in your body, you rush over to where Yuuji was a heavy exhale, tears brimming your eyes and throbbing pain coursing through your body.

He turns to look at you with eyes that don't look like your boy, that don't look like Yuuji. He looks as if he's seen a ghost —like he didn't expect someone he knew to still be alive.

"You're alive...?" His voice is hoarse like he's dehydrated. It's missing its usual animated tone, his normal light voice, and his smile — fuck his smile.

"Yuuji," You exhale. "Yuuji, you're alive, fuck— you're alive." You get closer, and your body finally collapses on you. You're able to feel the emotions you forced yourself to push down the minute you stepped into the veil encasing Shibuya.

The hurt when you saw people you hold near to your heart die in front of you, the pain every time you felt your bones cracking, or the feeling of your skin stretching to accommodate the wound that was bound to form a scar stretching across your face.

Yuuji backs away from you, his fingers leaving a bloody trail from where you found him scratching at the road. "No! Get away from me— I'll try and kill you too!"

He'll... try and kill you?

Yuuji hangs his head in his arms as he curls into himself, seemingly trying to make his body as small as normal. "I'm nothing but a murderer! No matter what I do— or what I try to do— I just," He interrupts himself with a hiccup, blood mixed with tears leaking from the bottom of his face.

"I can't help anybody! I killed innocent people, I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

Yuuji continues to cry, his bloody fingers gripping his now dirtied pink hair.

Gently, as to not make him pull away from you, your arms wrap around his body. He refuses, trashing in your hold as he begs for you to let go of him, to distance yourself from him in case Sukuna somehow manages to take control again.

"Yuuji." You say softly, letting your coarse arms run through his hair.

He doesn't respond. Though he isn't struggling to move, he still remains unresponsive. "Yuuji, you aren't a monster."

He shakes his head furiously. "I killed them with my own—"

"Sukuna killed them, not you." You mutter softly. Even though you don't know the whole story, you know Yuuji, your Yuuji, would never kill innocent people.

"Yuuji, you aren't a murderer. You aren't a murderer."

Yuuji sobs into your shoulder, his bloody fingers gripping tightly against your shirt. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry!"

You keep your voice soft, softly running through his hair and rubbing circles on his back as well. "It wasn't your fault, 's okay..."

You reassure him, keep telling him that he wasn't a murderer, that he wouldn't kill innocent people on purpose, and little by little you think he's believing you.

"We, we have to go find everyone else," Yuuji says. His voice is drier if that's possible and his eyes feel so sunken, they don't feel like Yuuji. You don't hold that against him, he just went through a traumatic experience and obviously he isn't going to be the same boy you're used to.

Your shoulder is wet, and Yuuji's blood is staining your back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Yuuji nods. Though it doesn't feel all the way true, it doesn't feel fake either. You press a tiny peck on his cheek, showing him a smile to let him know that he isn't alone.

As long as you were there with him, he'll never be alone.

"Fushiguro is... is [Name] still alive?" Itadori asks, sitting across from Yuta, divided by their makeshift fireplace.

Fushiguro averts his eyes with a guilty look on his face as he shakes his head.

"Oh."

Itadori Yuuji is alone.

He's lost his best friend, Nobara, his mentor (practically his father), Nanamin, Todo lost his technique because of him, and now, he's lost the one person who he truly felt like he could fall back on.

The one person who saw him at his lowest, and somehow brought him back from that.

"Oh."

He's alone.

And he genuinely doesn't know how he can cope without the help of his lover, his [Name].

#writin' shit.#ANSWERED LETTERS — 010 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuuji #sukuna ryomen #itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #x male reader #male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x gn!reader #itadori x gn reader #yuuji x gn reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #x gn reader #gn reader #angst

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harusaki-hugo · 1 year ago

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RED MEANS I LOVE YOU

Fandom:Jujutsu Kaisen Character: Multiple Genre: Yandere/Dark theme/Short writing/ Warning: Possessives behaviors, kidnaping, blood, obsession, mildly dubious consent? Sukuna is his own warning. Smut? Age gap [sukuna], huge age gap [sukuna], can be seen as grooming because it's sukuna, underage victim because sukuna use Itadori body, fuck sukuna have to many warnings.

Minor DNI.

Seriously don't if you uncomfortable with this kind of genres.

Nanami Kento:

"i don't like working overtime."

Nanami let out a heavy sigh as he loosens his ties, eyes narrowing slightly behind his glasses as he pinned you down with one hand, "but you just have to make me do more work, huh?" his hand moves toward your hair, stroking it gently before he grabs it harshly emitting a painful cry from you. Nanami just chuckle lightly as he pull you up to face him , taking off of his glasses he glare at you, "this won't happen if you just being obedient and stop running away." he growls as his grip on your hair tighten , seeing the tears running down your cheeks his expression soften just a bit before he let you go uncaring that you crash on the floor below. "Now be good. I won't stop even if you beg." he smirk slight as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Kugisaki Nobara:

"this won't happen if you listen to me, you know."

Kugisaki Nobara let out an annoyed huff as she sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes glancing at you tied up form on her bed. she warned you to not get close to the boys, they didn't deserve you, but you didn't listen. you belong to her, not Megumi or Yuji. it's her, your whole existence belongs to her.

"now be a good pet, I don't want to ruin the makeup I do for you."

she reaches out toward you, thumb stroking the makeup she does for you when you are unconscious. you look pretty like this, all dress up just for her, only her and no one else. "But i kind of want to see the makeup ruined when i done with you..." she grinned as she grabs your head, eyes darkening at the thought of your crying face.

Choso Kamo:

Choso fingers wrapped around your wrist tightly as he stares at you who laying down beneath him, defeated by him in battle, the half-curse tilts his head to the side before he leans down and grab your collar before pulling you up closer to him, ignoring your painful groan. Bruises and cuts all over your skin from the battle you have with him early, blood dripping down from the injuries. "...You are different." Choso mutter softly as he let your wrist go to wipe the blood dripping down from the corner of your lips, tired eyes flicker around your body as he feels a sudden rush of strange emotion rising up his chest, a feeling he never experience before. His heart beating fast at the sight of your pained face, and it's made his cheeks heated up. Choso is confused, why did he feel like this, why by a simple sight of you make him hot under the collar. Without saying anything anymore he picks you up despite your protest and walk away with you on his arms, "I'm going to introduce you to my brothers. Don't worry, they will like you as new sister."

Gojo Satoru:

"Ahahaha...yeah, that's it." Gojo let out a breathy laugh as he presses you more onto the futon beneath you two, his hand gripping the back of your neck tightly as sadistic smirk grow on his face. "Mnm...i love it when you cry and squirming like this." He leans down pressing his body firmly against you as he let out a satisfies moan at your pained cry, breathing heavily he press a light kiss on your cheek before he gently nibbles on your earlobes. Gojo rarely comes back to his clan's main home, and if he ever visits it's mainly because of you, his pretty little non-sorcerer servant. What else is he supposed to do here other than messing up with his beloved you servant? making sure that everyone listens to your adorable screaming of his name.

Fushiguro Megumi:

Fushiguro Megumi know that he's obsessed with, ever since he first laid his eyes on you that day. The way his heart skips a beat when he sees you, the way his chest warmed when he hears your laugh, and the need to tie you up on his bed so he can forever hear your voices when he has his way with you. He knows his obsession is unhealthy and not normal at all, but does he give a fuck? Hell No. Unlike his good for nothing father, he won't leave you, he won't let you go forever. So that why there's no ounce of guilt when he locks you up in his room, all pretty and tied up. He right, you look absolutely beautiful on your knees.

Itadori Yuji:

"I'm sorry...i'm sorry..." Itadori Yuji feels sick at himself, disgusted by his sick obsession as he looks down at you who unconscious on his bed. He knows this is wrong, he knows that he not supposed to do this, but he scared, he scared that you going to leave him too like others. That one day you have enough of him and left him alone, you will completely forget about him. Climbing on the bed, he shakily reaches toward you, hesitate for a moment, afraid that he going to hurt you. But when he hears a soft murmur of you calling his name in your sleep, he knows that you going to forgive him at what he about to do, wasting no time Itadori presses his lips against you as he climbs over your body. "I love you..." He keeps kissing you again and again while repeating, "I love you, i love you..."

Ryomen Sukuna:

You struggle against the grips around you as Sukuna wrapped his arms around your torso from behind, nuzzling his face against your shoulder as he let out a low growl, "Stop moving." One of his hands starts moving up and down your body causing you to let out a fearful whimper, Sukuna then grabs your chin and tilt your head upward as he takes a deep breath of your scent. "I don't know why that brat like so much about you..." He mutters as he tightens his grip around your chin, turning his head to the side Sukuna start pressing a small kiss on your neck ignoring your begging and protest, "Guess i have to see it for myself. Don't break on me now, if you satisfied me, i might use you again."

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mysicklove · 1 year ago

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summary: Yuuji finds himself sick, and it gives him a perfect opportunity to spend time with his older brother.

wc: 1.8k

a/n: its back friends. all i think about is them.

big brother au masterlist

Yuuji lets out a mucus-filled cough and Sukuna cringes. The toddler turns to him and sniffles with a frown on his face. The elder, in return, rolls his eyes but readjusts the cool rag on his brother's forehead. "Don't look at me like that. Whose fault is this? If you do stupid things, you have to pay the consequences, little pest."

The boy doesn't move; instead, he just stubbornly shakes his head. "W-Wanted to play!"

"In the rain? Without any warm clothes? You truly are an idiot," Sukuna scolds, grabbing Yuuji's water bottle from the nightstand and forcing it into the little boy's mouth.

Yuuji developed a fever this morning after sneaking out into the backyard last night to play in the rain puddles. Now he was stuck in bed, which was hard for the toddler who was always on the go and harder for Sukuna, who has to pretend that he isn't worried sick.

You walk into the boy's room, and Yuuji immediately looks towards you. He tears the sippy cup from his mouth and lets out a high-pitched whine, already beginning to reach his arms toward you. He knows youll coddle him, unlike his brother, and the exhausted boy was craving attention. When you make it over the bed, he reaches his hands upward to you and pleads, "Up! Up!"

You frown at the boy, already reaching down to scoop him up, but Sukuna quickly intervenes, gently slapping your hand away. "No. He might get you sick too. Brat, you stay in bed."

The toddler opens his mouth to protest, but another cough cuts him off. Then, with watery eyes, he turns to Sukuna and nods. "Yes, b-brother."

You coo at the boy, using your palm to cup his warm cheek and thumb at the soft skin. Yuuji rests his entire head on the touch, and you frown. "Poor baby," You sigh, and Yuuji, ever the one to love being doted on, nods pitifully, adding an extra sniffle for effect. Sukuna almost rolls his eyes at the action.

"Why don't you coddle me like that when I am sick?" Sukuna complains before reaching over and pulling the blanket higher up Yuuji's chest. The boy mumbles out a thank you, but the elder ignores him.

"You whine too much, act like you are dying. Yuuji isn't being dramatic, huh Yuuji?" The boy nods, gripping your arm and rubbing his face into your hand.

"No," he mumbles, "Not being dramatic!" He lets out a loud whine, and Sukuna already knows what's coming. "Feel so bad. Hurts!"

The boy seems to curl around your arm, and Sukuna sighs. "Yeah. Not dramatic at all." The kid sounds exactly like Sukuna when he is sick. Just minutes before, he proclaimed to Sukuna that he wanted to play again, even if he was still immensely ill. He just wanted attention, and it was obvious to everyone but you.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Yuuji. I brought you some medicine that will make you feel better." The boy's face drops at the word, and he hesitantly lets go of your arm. Sukuna barks a laugh at Yuuji's now twisted face.

The toddler shakes his head gently, too tired to show his real disapproval. "N-No! No medicine!" It always tasted horrible to the toddler, and he knows that if he whines enough, he may be able to get his way.

Sukuna sighs, holding out his hand to you, and you drop the bottle into it. Then, he pours a copious amount of the pink strawberry-flavored liquid, made specifically for children, into the small measuring cup.

Yuuji starts to scoot backward on the bed, trying to create some distance between the two. The elder does not let him go far – he grabs Yuuji's hand and places the small cup into it. "Now drink it, or I'm forcing it down your throat."

The boy gulps, glancing at you, who gives him an encouraging nod. Then he places it to his lips but pauses. "Go on," Sukuna demands.

"I want a treat after!"

Sukunas barks a malicious laugh, and you raise your eyebrows at the boy. You have never heard him try to negotiate before. "Bullshit. Your "treat" is not to be stuck in bed, weakling."

You narrow your eyes at him when you hear the curse word, but Sukuna shrugs it off. Yuuji, on the other hand, eyes widen, and he shakes his head. "Bad word!" He then turns to you in confirmation, pointing at his brother. "He said a bad word!"

You nod your head at him, trying to hide a smile. You were glad that your lessons of not saying curse words stuck with the boy, even with his brother's foul mouth. "Yes, he did. Sukuna, now you definitely owe him a treat afterward."

Sukuna glares at you, but you are used to it, so you instead just flash him a grin. You have told him a multitude of times how you feel about him saying curse words in front of the kid. You didn't want him to grow up so similarly to Sukuna; as much as you love the man, his dirty mouth is not something you hope Yuuji will inherit.

Sukuna turns his attention back to his brother. "You little–"

"Please, Kuna?" Yuuji pleads, letting out another cough that makes him nervous. He rubs at his temple.

"Fine. Whatever. Just drink it, you manipulative brat." Yuujis eyes lighten up, and he brings the artificially smelling liquid to his mouth, cringing but drinking the entire thing. When he pulls away, his face is contorted in disgust, and he looks toward you. You run your fingers through his hair and praise the small boy, grabbing the small cup from his hands.

Sukuna curtly nods his head. "Good. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, brat, but we are out of chocolate. No treat for you," He fake pouts at the boy, but Yuuji, in turn, just shakes his head with a small smile.

"Not what I want."

Sukuna raises his eyebrow, thinking for a second, before sighing. "We are out of popsicles too."

"Not that either!" Yuuji shakes his head with this one, and you cock your head to the side in confusion.

Sukuna borderline growls at the boy. "We are not watching Human Earthworm 2. Last time you nearly pissed yourself from how afraid you were." You laugh at the memory, remembering how much Yuuji pleaded to watch it for days, only to have it be turned off twenty minutes into the movie. The poor boy would make Sukuna walk him to the bathroom at night because he was so afraid of being alone in the dark.

Yuuji pouts at him, and another small cough it let out. You grab him some more water, and the boy mumbles a thank you before turning back to his brother. "I wasn't scared! And no, not that either!"

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to lose his temper. "What do you want then?"

The smile on Yuuji's face returns, even with the pinkened cheeks and the little bits of sweat on his temples. "Want Kuna to cuddle me!"

Your eyes widen, and you can't stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Sukuna, on the other hand, goes silent for a long moment. "Not happening. Pick something else."

Yuuji whines out, shaking his head stubbornly. "Nooooo. You said I get a treat!"

"You are going to get me sick."

The boy sniffles at him, shaking his head. "Th-Thought brother was the strongest…"

This makes you grin, knowing your lover's ego well. And just like you thought, Sukuna lets out a dramatically large sigh. "Fucking–Fine. Whatever. Scoot over." You and Yuuji both let the curse word slide, being shocked at him actually agreeing.

Yuuji slides over, and Sukuna forces his way under the blankets beside the boy. You sit and watch as Yuuji basically scampers up Sukuna's chest until his head is placed in the elder's neck and his entire body is on top of the man. "Okay, really?" Sukuna grumbles, and you chuckle at him. "Are you some sort of spider monkey now?"

The boy hums in agreement, pressing himself impossibly closer to his brother. You take this time to stand up from the bed, having no room to fit you both. Sukuna watches you begin to leave and frowns at you. "Where are you going?"

This was a perfect time to give them some bonding time. So you shrug, "I'll be right back."

"You better be," Sukuna grumbles and Yuuji coincidentally sneezes into his neck. The man's whole body jerks, and he cringes. "Hey! None of that, that's disgusting!"

Yuuji whimpers, wrapping his arms tighter around his brother as if he was afraid to leave. Then he whispers an apology, and Sukuna rolls his eyes again.

You grab the door to the handle and step outside. "Well, have fun you two. Yuuji, feel better!"

Yuujis cranes his neck to look at you and waves back to you with a small smile, content in his position. Sukuna, on the other hand, glares at you. "Dont you dare leave me here with this brat."

You huff a laugh, ignoring him and already planning what movie you will watch by yourself. "Love you!"

"Hey!" He yells when you shut the door on him.

And, of course, luck is not always on Sukuna's side. When you come to check on them two hours later, you find them both passed out – Yuuji practically smothers Sukuna with his tiny body, drooling on the elder's face. You leave them like that, not thinking much of it.

But three days go by, and somehow Sukuna finds himself stuck in bed with a fever. He never dared to mention that Yuuji probably got him sick, his pride getting the better of him.

You and the kid walk into your shared bedroom, Yuuji with a massive smile, finally feeling better, and you with a content grin. Sukuna slowly peers over to the door and groans out loud and dramatic.

"Dont worry, Kuna! Dr. Yuuji is here to take care of you!" He cheers, grabbing his toy stethoscope and shuffling over to the bed. He manages to climb onto the bed with his brother without much trouble, and you follow him, sitting on the bed next to your lover. Like you did with Yuuji, you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

Sukuna peers at you, eyes slightly lighting up and a familiar grin pulling at his face. You already know something inappropriate is about to leave his mouth.

"I would feel so much better if you were in a nurse costume right now." But before you could try to reply, Yuuji shuts him up by shoving a toy thermometer into his mouth.

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #gn! reader

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emmyrosee · 5 months ago

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Okay okay hear me out.

Sukuna and reader visiting little brother Yuji at school for whatever reason.

I can imagine people would prob find Sukuna super scary and intimidating and try to move away from him but he doesn’t rlly mind it.

And imagine Sukuna carrying a tiny Yuji and playing around with him at the play ground oml 🤭🤭🤭

GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHDDDDDD

There’s just this mammoth of a man, ducking through school hallways and bearing his teeth at anyone who dares look his way. He’s blanketed in tattoos, he’s in a tank and sweats, completely inappropriate attire for a guardian-teacher conference. But hey, it ain’t his fault his Ma couldn’t make it in.

In his ring clad left hand, is your right. In his bent right arm and perched on his hip, is Yuuji. You and Yuuji, naturally, are smiling and waving at everyone while Sukuna guides you both through the halls, and he looks like a ferocious beast barely able to be tamed enough to be there. People quite literally part the halls to let you all pass, and it makes you turn your head to him.

“Why is everyone looking at us?” You ask, he flicks his gaze down to you briefly before looking back down the hall.

“Because you’re too hot to not look at,” he says, and when you giggle and press a kiss to the back of his hand, he smirks.

Yuuji starts to squirm and paw outwards at a classroom, and inside a kind looking teacher waves, calling the three of you in.

The conference goes as planned, Yuuji is learning on track, not great with his alphabet yet but superb with counting, he gets along with all the kids but has one special friend named Fushiguro that he spends all his time with, and he’s just the happiest boy to be around in class.

“Nothing like you, huh babe?” You tease Sukuna, and he nods while the teacher laughs.

“Jokes on you,” he begins. “I’m great at the alphabet.”

After being dismissed, you once again walk through the halls of parted guardians before making your way outside, where Yuuji once again starts to paw at the playground. Sukuna rolls his eyes, “come on, ma’ll kill me if you’re late for nap time.”

“But!” Yuuji whines.

You coo at sukuna, “a few minutes won’t kill him. It’ll tucker him out even more, no?” You flash your own pair of puppy eyes at him, “please, sukuna?”

“Fuck, are you asking for you or for him?” He scoffs, passing you the small child. You two squeal and make your way to the playground, making a beeline for the slide. Yuuji eagerly climbs up the ladder while sukuna trails behind.

“Su’kna!” He calls to his brother. “Catch!”

“I’m not catching-“

He can’t finish his sentence before yuuji starts to slide down on his bottom, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna move so fast in your entire relationship, than to catch his little brother at the base of the slide to catch him in his big arms. The little boy giggles as he’s caught and hauled back into the air by his brother, “you’re a little troublemaker, you know that?”

Yuuji simply laughs as he squirms from his brothers grip and runs off, leaving you and sukuna to watch.

“He’s such a good boy,” you hum.

Sukuna wraps his arm around you, “he’s just okay.”

“Yeah, okay,” you snort, resting your head against him. He goes quiet, and you look up at him lovingly, “what’re you thinking about in that big melon head of yours?”

He glares down at you briefly before sighing and shaking his head, “he’s just… he’s so big.”

“I know,” you agree.

“And… I want him… to stay this way. Forever.” He chuckles, “don’t want him to grow up and one day be stuck with a brat like you.”

“I’m not a brat,” you scoff. But you turn your head up to him to press a kiss to his jawline, “but he’ll always be little, to you. And hey- if he does meet a brat, he knows you’ll be there to take care of him.”

He hums and watches as his brother climbs to the top of the jungle gym, calling Sukuna’s name proudly. “I gotta go make sure he doesn’t break his arm. Want to go to the truck?”

You chuckle and nod, “sure. I’ll see you both in a bit.”

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fandomfloozy · 5 months ago

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Strawberry Mentos

pairing: yuuji itadori x sweet tooth!reader

c/w: fluff, song prompt, based on this post, early relationship, petnames (yuuji and reader call each other baby, reader calls yuuji sweet boy), gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

~°•*~

You chew on those little fuckers all the time. Between meal breaks at work or while out running errands, you're more likely than not macking away at one of the chewy circles from the sweet roll of mints. Either that or you're out buying a whole new roll because you burned through the last one so fast.

You snack on other things, sure. You generally have a penchant for eating a wide variety of sugary sweets, much to the amusement of your boyfriend. Yet there's no doubt about which particular brand and flavor is your go-to.

Today, however, is one of those rare instances where you don't have a pack on you. Different snacks befit tonight's planned events.

It's movie night. Yuuji has invited you over to his place to introduce you to his favorite movie series. He's been gushing about it all week, very clearly and unashamedly excited. While you are as well, you're also anticipant about being at your boyfriend's place with him, alone, for the very first time. You're antsy and giddy the whole time Yuuji is preparing your bowls of popcorn while you sit on the couch, remote in hand.

"Chocolate bunches in yours, right?" Yuuji asks as he places his plain popcorn on the coffee table.

"Yes, please!" you respond. You smile up at him and he can't help but grab at your chin and shake your head affectionately.

"Coming right up, baby." He grins like a lovelorn loser.

You feel warmth bubble up in your cheeks, so you push Yuuji towards the kitchen. "Hurry up already! I wanna press play soon!"

Yuuji laughs as he pretends to run away scared. "Alright, alright! Not my fault you insist on adding candy to your popcorn! I'll be right back."

You rest your chin on your hands, which are covered by the oversized sleeves of Yuuji's hoodie. You hide your face in them and let out a deep exhale.

God, he makes you feel so soft. You know your insides are mushy, but this is ridiculous.

You do your best to compose yourself before your boyfriend comes out holding your popcorn bowl, already chewing before you've gotten the chance to have some.

You gasp. "You better not be eating my popcorn while I've been waiting patiently for you to start the movie."

Yuuji circles the couch, chuckling. "Of course not, wouldn't dream of it."

No sooner does he hand you the bowl that you playfully snatch it away and inspect its contents. It seems untouched and has the same amount of popcorn as his bowl, not including your added topping.

You narrow your eyes at him in scrutiny. He sits smiling and sitting crisscross on the couch like a puppy. The poster child of innocence. You narrow your eyes further. "Alright, I'm satisfied. Thank you, baby."

You lean over and pucker your lips at him, and he meets you halfway in a kiss. "Anytime, baby."

Yuuji grabs his bowl from the table and leans back, relaxedly placing an arm on the back of the couch. He faces the screen, waiting.

And nothing happens.

He turns to the remote in your hand. "You gonna put play, baby?"

He failed to realize that you'd been sitting staring at him unblinkingly. His kiss had given you pause.

You rub your lips together in thought. You put your popcorn bowl to the side. You then lean forward and place the remote next to his thigh, catching his lips in another kiss.

Now it's his turn to be taken aback. He's wide-eyed as you pull away. "Woah, what was that for?"

You furrow your brow lean forward again, taking his jaw into one of your hands and deepening the kiss. There's tongue now. Why is there tongue now? Not that Yuuji is complaining, but he's so lost.

You separate for the last time and you both give each other perplexed expressions. You speak at the same time.

"Baby, I'm so confused--""Why do you taste like strawberries?"

"Huh?"

You lick your lips a little to make sure. You breathe out a laugh. "Yuuji, you definitely taste like strawberries. The artificial flavor kind, anyway. Is that what you were chewing on?"

Yuuji suddenly blushes a deeper shade of red. "M-maybe..."

You let out a laugh at the state of him. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard, you just don't usually eat this kind of stuff. I was surprised."

"Well..." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I know you really like this candy. It's your favorite. And I just thought... I dunno, that you'd like it... for when I kiss you."

You blink at that.

Your favorite candy.

You couldn't tell him.

You couldn't possibly tell him that the reason you loved this particular candy so much, the reason you even picked them out in the first place, was because of how much those little pink pieces of sugar reminded you of him.

After you and Yuuji's very first date, when the inklings of real, true feelings were first beginning to blossom in your chest and in the pit of your stomach, you started to see him in everything.

In the glow of the blushing sky when the sun was setting.

In the rosé of sakura petals falling along sidewalks.

In convenience store candy flavors the very next day after he'd first held your hand.

You only ever reached for your very first roll of Strawberry Mentos because all you'd had on your mind--and all you'd suddenly had an intense craving for--was pink, and pink, and pink, and pink...

"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy." You grab him by both sides of his face and plant a big ol' smooch on his lips. "If you were any sweeter, you'd give me cavities."

He pinches your cheek and grins. "The amount of sweets you eat will do that way before I can."

You pout as he laughs at your expense. You grumble half-heartedly as you snuggle deeper into him, facing the screen. "Just play the movie."

He chest continues to shake in giggles as he wraps his arm around you. He grabs the remote and the movie starts playing. You reach for your bowl of popcorn again and settle in.

He's so kind. He's so stupid. Grabbing a pack of mentos just so you would taste it when he kisses you. Who does that?

You're glad he can't see the way your face heats up while you conjure up the image in your mind. Of him noticing how much you like to snack on strawberry mentos in particular. Of him looking for the pack while he's out shopping. Of him chewing on a few before he sat down to watch a movie with you just for the chance that you'd notice the flavor when your lips met.

So stupid...

...

"Hey, Yuuji?"

"Hm?"

"What's your favorite candy?"

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undermine-the-instinct · 2 years ago

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Stop looking at me with those eyes!! Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Todo, Miwa.

Characters are aged up, early to mid twenties!!

Warnings: Reader is GN but could be read as more feminine leaning, i.e wearing dresses, having painted nails. Spicy times are alluded to, directly insinuated in Miwa's part. Use of vibrators/edging. Minors DNI.

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Forget doe eyes. This boy {Yuuji} has these beautiful, wide, wet eyes like a newborn baby cow and it makes you soo angry. He's too freaking cute like get out of here with that!!

Your #1 simp. Cheerleader. Hype man. The type to run in front of you to get the door and announce your arrival like you're a monarch (in his eyes you are). Whether or not it's pre or after Sukuna he is sick over you. You're just so hot and pretty and amazing and he's the one who gets to be with you and he's just so grateful.

The eyes are out all the time and Nobara always makes a 'bleh' face. (she secretly fangirls over you two though in private, megumi told you).

He will carry you so your feet don't touch the ground ever. He will fluff your pillows and refill and watch your drinks and give actual advice when you want him to critique your looks. You're always beautiful but he'll tell you what enhances your beauty.

"I think this one is too short."

"Yeah. It's gonna ride up your ass when you walk. Not that one." You strip off the dress in front of him and smile when his eyes immediately turn to stare.

"The blue one then? Or the purple one?"

"...Which purple one again?"

You try to stifle your smile. "The one without sleeves, love."

"Why not the red, shiny one? That one is good."

"Red is kinda stereotypical, right? I don't wanna look too slutty and have guys keep approaching me."

Yuuji is pouting when you look at him, but his eyes haven't left your form.

"Wear it. You look so good in it, I'll be with you."

"That's more trouble for you then when people assume I'm free."

"It's fine." He whines. "It's okay, you can dress slutty, I can fight." You burst out into laughter. Yuuji perks up, and soon his laughter is joined in with yours.

There are tears in your eyes and you try to make sure they don't fall, you don't want the makeup to run. Yuuji's eyes are shining, he's looking at you like it's the first time all over again, and he gets up from his seat and practically floats over to you.

"Hey~ Stop looking at me with those eyes, Yuuji," you tease. He doesn't say anything though and just picks you up with a squeal from you. He rests his chin on your chest and fixes you with that stare, his heart in his eyes.

You run your hands through his hair, soft and pink. His roots were starting to show, he needs a touch up soon. You'll help him, of course. "You're such a sap, Yuuji."

He grins, and presses a kiss to your skin. "Only for you, love."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

Pretty, pretty eyes. You could get jealous over those lashes, but for however shy he is, {Megumi} always calls you beautiful. He doesn't want you to think he thinks of you as any less than that. And, seriously, you and Megumi are that one couple you see in the street that are just too pretty to believe.

Secret starer. Much like Itadori, he likes to look at you, you're just so amazing and kind and sweet and capable and you're his and– Oh fuck you caught him look away.

Remember in the last episode where Nobara was beating up Yuuji and he pulled his collar to cover his face? Yeah, that's him every time you catch him. His face gets all red and cute and it's too adorable for you not to mess with him.

"Caught you lookin'." Megumi just pulls his collar up higher, but doesn't quite hide how even his ears are red.

"I was just glancing. I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this."

You grin. "I'm not, but you seem pretty defensive. It's okay if you like what you see."

"I wasn't looking."

"You just said you were glancing."

"In your direction. Not at you."

"You're such a liar, Megumi!!" You slap his arm, and press up to him, so that no matter what, he is all you see and hear.

"You're too close."

"I'm not close enough." Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you can count every lash in his eyes, his pores (kinda big. Stress, you two need to do masks), and the twitch of his mouth. He's so cute you can't help pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." He's pouting when you move back, and you're sure your eyes are shining, that he could see his reflection in them.

"Oh? I'm just returning the favor? You were checking me out." He clicks his tongue and tries to move away, flustered, but you tighten your hold, lower your voice.

"It's okay, Megumi, you can look. I don't mind."

His face is soo red, but he finally looks at you, pretty eyes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"I look at you all the time you know. You're so hot and your eyes are so pretty, even with your spiky sonic the hedgehog hair. I just keep thinking about just pulling you somewhere and doing something to you." His eyes widen as you continue on, and you see him struggling but he doesn't look away.

"Is that what you think of when you look at me? Is that why you get so embarrassed? It's okay, you don't need to, even if you look so cute all shy and stuff. You've already seen everything so–"

"Oh shut up already." Megumi sighs hard, breath washing over your face. His hands wrap around your waist, tight, secure, and pull you out of his space. You wiggle to get back but he holds you in place.

Ooh. He's in a mood.

"Stop playing with me. You like to tease too much."

"But I don't see you denying what I said? I'm right, aren't I?"

Still glaring at you, and stilled faced, he speaks.

"Thats it. I'm canceling date night."

Your eyes blow open.

"Wait, what, no! We planned this a week ago, we can't-"

"We're staying inside tonight."

Oh?

Oh.

"Oh. Oh. Okay!" Megumi snorts at how quickly you perk up, happy and glowing in his hands. He only has time to smile back and squeeze before you both snap into attention, pulling back from each other.

"You don't have time for lovey-dovey when you're in a life-or-death situation!" Megumi has a spear in his hand, the blade would have gone between, or through, both of you with how close you two were.

You turn, and Maki is wearing a frown, hands on her hips. Panda is currently using Nobara like a baseball bat against Toge.

"Get back to training!"

You snap to salute, which doesn't help Maki's frown.

"Yes ma'am!" You sneak a glance back to Megumi, to see him already looking at you.

"Later?"

He nods. "Later."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Nobara} can act like she's annoyed with how often you stare but she's secretly loving it.

She's a prideful girl, and she's still a bit shy about showing exactly how much she loves you in public. She still throws herself into your arms whenever she sees you, and she holds your hands and kisses your cheek and wears matching nails and jewelry (yes, nails. She needs to see how the design looks first so you're her test subject).

But when you're giving her those wide, adoring eyes? Suddenly she gets all squirmy and blushy amd she has to force herself to meet your eyes! You love her! Obviously! Very, very much, and she won't be embarrassed about that.

But damn, you're shameless.

"Hey. Hey. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"But I love you, I can't help it."

You're out on a group date with Megumi, Itadori, and their partners, and of course, you're currently at a karaoke bar. It's funny seeing Itadori metaphorically break down into tears during a love song, but you'd rather watch how the lights turn your girlfriend more into the effervescent goddess she is.

She tries not to squirm, but you see it, and grab her hand, and the lights still can't hide how her face flushes.

Suddenly, Itadori is at the table, and is pulling Nobara to get on stage, and you suspect she doesn't fight that hard.

You happily sit and watch her on stage, Itadori chose another love song, of course. She melts and gets into character as the song goes on, twirling and swaying, and around the second chorus, she catches your eyes again.

It suddenly all hits her, the situation, your lovesick eyes, but she continues on with hardly a hitch. And hey, if you're gonna look, she's gonna put on a show.

It's like a k-drama. She's singing on stage with Yuuji, who is serenading his own love, meanwhile every time she looks at you your eyes are on her with a smile on your lips. Shoujo eyes, she thinks, before she turns it up, sings louder, and points you out in the crowd.

The crowd jeers. And now it's your turn to blush as the crowd laughs and cheers and awws, and when Nobara finishes she fixes you with her own lovesick stare, just for you, and only for you.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

You and {Toge} are little shits together and the only reason why you mostly get away with it is because you've been blessed, with the true doe eyed gaze.

Any snide remarks or mishaps or pranks, you just turn the eyes towards your victims and they fold. Usually. Gojo-sensei always folds, but you only think it's because he thinks it's funny, your pranks and how he folds, and not because they actually work.

Of course, you use it in moderation, but Toge has mastered the look. He can't really speak, so he has to have other modes of communication. And he has levels for this.

First, he always has this soft boy look on his face, that just lowers your guard. Didn't work well when he had his hair up, but it's better nowadays. Then, it's the pleading eyes. If you want to resist, close your eyes, and run away.

Then it's the true doe eyes. The ones you often use together. 85% success rate, though there's ones these never work on. I.e Maki, Nanami-sensei, the principal. But then, and only Toge has this, there is the last level.

"Toge, no."

He doesn't speak, of course, but not because he can't. There are soft, sweet, innocent words he can use with you, but that's for special occasions, like anniversaries, or pillow talk, or shared baths.

You know he is looking at you with those eyes.

"Don't do this to me, Toge. Don't. Please. I need this." You close the fridge, and hold your pudding to your chest, grab a spoon.

"Please. You know I can't resist. I've been saving this. Please." He can't speak but you feel the silence, the expectation, he knows you will fold and he doesn't fill the air at all. The anticipation kills you.

"It's the last one, Toge." And, despite your common sense, you look.

Immediately, you're done, your back hits the fridge (something fell. You hope it doesn't spill) and you clutch the pudding tighter but it's too late.

The doe eyes have been turned up to eleven, you don't know how but his pupils are dilated, and there's a wet sheen to his eyes. The light reflects and makes them even shinier, and you have to resist. You have to be strong–

"Please?" Oh, God, no. He spoke, he spoke. He opens his eyes wider, and of course the devil looks so cute and innocent when he wants something.

"No!!! Stop looking at me with those eyes!!"

He just cocks his head all cute, the bastard, and takes a step closer. Defeat is imminent.

"..."

"No…" his mouth quirks like he wants to laugh but he holds on.

"...Please?"

"UGH!!" You scream. You bang your head back against the fridge (another thing fell) and hold it out to him. He snatches it in a millisecond, an impish grin on his face when you look back at him.

"You devil. You monster. Seducing me, exploiting me for your own sick desires–" a spoon is popped into your mouth, and you taste the pudding spread on your tongue.

"Share." He smiles, sweet again, and damn it. You love this gremlin.

He still ate most of the pudding later though.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

THIS GIRL COULD NOT HANDLE AFFECTION. {Maki} would fold and run the minute you got a little too sappy with her, in the beginnings of your relationship.

You've been together for a while, but she still gets loud and huffy whenever you get too sweet on her. Much like Nobara, only she's waaayy worse at handling it.

Of course, it's easier in private, she lets you gaze adoringly and pepper her in hugs and squeezes and kisses, and she returns them. Her love language though is more acts of service, and words of affirmation, which is great in the bedroom, and if you have mommy issues, but we digress.

But when Maki looks at you now? And when she's feeling frisky?

Oh My God, you've never seen siren eyes till you've seen Maki do them. Sharp and sultry and melting and fuuucck, your heart is beating so fast.

She's still much too shy to say it in public, but she's very much the 'come sit in my lap' type. You know what she wants when she has that look, so you spare her some dignity and plant yourself down.

"You could've come dancing with me."

"You know I'm not the type. I like watching you though." She joined you at this nightclub, even if she can't get drunk (crazy metabolism), and sports some fruity drink she holds to your lips. She wipes a drop from your mouth when she takes it away.

"You don't mind when I dance with other people?"

"No. You can dance, but I know you won't cross the line and go too far." She plays with the edge of your sleeve, and when she looks up at you her eyes are so dark.

You lean in.

"Little liar. I see the way you look at me, it's making everyone too scared to approach."

"Well, good then."

"Not good. You won't dance with me so I have to find someone else. But you keep scaring everyone away. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Oh? Fine then. Give me something else to look at then." She smooths a hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist and brings you in closer.

"...I still wanna dance." Her hands toy with the edge of your clothing, lifting it a few inches.

"Really? You sure?" She nips at your jaw and grins when you jolt. You sigh hard, annoyed (not really).

"I get all dolled up to go clubbing, what's the point if we go back early?"

"Hm." Maki pretends to think, tapping a finger against your hip. "You're right, you're right. We'd still have our fun no matter what time we got home." You blush, but don't object.

She guides you off her lap gently, so she can stand up, your hand still in hers. She starts pulling you off to the dance floor. She grins, eyes all sultry and lovely.

"So come on, like I said. Give me something to look at."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Todo} is another #1 simp. I honestly think that if you don't check this man, he will go fully yandere on you so, keep an eye out people.

If Itadori worships you like his sovereign, Todo worships you as his God. His religion. The only faith he would ever bind himself to. This man would easily make merch of you, even if you're just a nobody and he will wear it in public, proudly.

When I tell you this man stares at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky, believe it. When I tell you this man would serve on you, hand and foot, believe it. Baby, you are the breath in his lungs and the beat of his heart, this man is obsessed with you. Good if you have abandonment issues or insecurity, but I understand if you feel it's too much.

But he is a himbo so…

"Baby. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Eyes? What eyes?"

"You know what you're doing! You need to look ahead!" If it weren't for his amazing senses and situational awareness, you think he would have tripped over his feet by now.

It's not too crowded, and you're just taking a walk together, hand in hand, but his eyes haven't left your face.

"Stop it!!"

"You're so beautiful today!" He looks like he's about to burst out in joy.

"You say that everyday." You huff, and brush a stray hair out of place.

"You're wearing a new outfit today though, and it really brings out your eyes."

You smile at him, and you see him melt, like chocolate.

"You always notice the little things. Thank you honey." For good measure you reach up and kiss his cheek, and only a squeeze from your hand keeps him upright. This man is swooning.

But suddenly, Todo straightens, and grasps your hands in his own. His eyes look battle ready, and are focused entirely on you. "I would give my life for you."

"...I know, baby."

"No, listen." He suddenly falls to his knees, but he's so tall you can still easily make eye contact. "I will give up my life for you. I will spend the rest of my life serving you."

"But you're my man, what am I supposed to do for you?"

"Allow me to always gaze upon your splendor, and stay your beautiful self. Forever."

"Hmm," You pull a hand back to put on your chin teasingly.

"I can assure you I'll stay amazing and glamorous forever, though I am a piece of art. I am forever changing shape and form, so I can't ever stay the same. Would you still love me then?"

"If you still love me, then yes. Whatever form you take, I will love and honor whatever emerges. If you will have me, of course." It's strange, and cute, to see such a strong, intimidating man look so blushy and sheepish, and your heart flutters, full. You're sure you have your own heart pupils now.

"Of course I will. I love you, and how you love me and take care of me. Of course I'll have you. I'll always want you."

You both are staring into each others souls, when suddenly, the people around you break out into applause, and you both look up to see a crowd has formed around you two, sharing 'awws' and other exclamations.

It dawns on you two quickly, and your faces both explode into red. Some people even have their phones out for goodness' sake!

"Let's get out of here." Todo stands, and in one fell swoop scoops you up, and you're off.

"These people dont deserve to even look at you!" You can't help laughing at the situation, and wrap your arms around his neck.

"When you actually propose you're going to have to beat that!"

"Of course," he grins. "I've been practicing since our first month anniversary. You'll love it, I know it."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

I know we probably all classify our girl mascot {Miwa} as sweet and shy and awkward and I agree with those headcanons, to an extent.

See, when Miwa is in a relationship, a stable loving relationship, she changes. She gets more comfortable, more open, more loose. More confident.

Of course, she's still bashful, shy sometimes. But when she doesn't have to fear rejection or backlash is when she really shines.

Seriously don't know how, but she's got this blend of Siren and Doe eyes. Somehow, she's found a way to blend them into this cocktail that you can't ever resist, and maybe she abuses it.

Just a little though.

She wants to leave this restaurant already. She knows you made a reservation and she's been having an absolutely lovely time, she loves her new dress and the food and how good you look, but this vibrator is driving her crazy, and she's gonna leave a wet stain on the cushion if this goes on any longer.

How are you so calm? You have your own vibrator, and somehow fiddled with the things so they both work with one remote, which you still have. You look cool as a cucumber, and only her training and willpower has kept her still with a pleasant face. A red one, but relatively relaxed.

Relatively.

"The eyes, darling." You cut up your food, and the lights make you look so soft and lovely.

"Stop giving me those eyes darling." She didn't know she was staring, but she can guess what look she has on her face. She tucks a lock behind her ear and doesn't drop her gaze.

You turn up the intensity, and Miwa has to bite her lips and lower her head to stifle any sign of what's going on. Her thighs squeeze together tight, trembling. You just laugh, low, dark and smooth that makes her gut warm.

Minutes past, and you lower it, but it just makes her hyperaware to what she's not getting. Slowly, covertly, she slips a foot out her heel. She traces it up you calf, past your knee. You give her a look as she rests it on your upper thigh. You don't react when she nudges closer, closer to where she knows you're aching to, but suddenly you swat her foot away.

"Okay, that's enough." She hears you say, under your breath, almost imperceptibly, and you stand. She slips her heel back on.

"Stand up, and drop your glass on the seat as you do it." She's almost too out of her mind to question you, but she does as you say, and even adds a gasp as the glass slips from her grasp. She did leave a spot, how embarrassing. Oh well.

Immediately a waiter comes over and you step forward to speak to him.

"I'm so sorry, I think my wife isn't feeling too well. I'll pay for this, is there any way we can take this to go?" Things are sorted out, and she leans against your arm as you tip your server, and you kiss her forehead, guide her to the car.

As soon as the door closes she sighs, leans back against the seat and lets her expression fall into pleasure, shoulders dropping. You laugh, and press your mouth to her jaw.

"Yeah, I couldn't handle the way you were looking at me."

"How are you so calm? I was dying back there." Before you can answer she's grabbing onto you, moving to straddle your lap.

"Fuck it, I'm dying right now." You laugh again, press a kiss to her shoulder.

"We're still in the parking space love, it's not long till we get home, you can wait." She groans, and gives you those eyes, a mix of pretty please and hurry the hell up then when she looks at you, trailing her hands down, down. Your tummy jolts under her hands, you groan.

You grab her hands before they go down further, a tremble in your sigh. You're just as worked up. "Wait, love. We have time." She pouts, but slides back into her seat, fixing her dress. It is a nice dress.

"Can we have the leftovers afterwards?" You chuckle, and start the car.

"Of course, honey."

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🌦️There is you.

一STORM. 二SUNLIT. 三GLOW&FLOW. 死RAIN.

ITADORI YUUJI × GN!reader

``A darkened sky was bright once upon a time,

shine brighter it might now as a dime.``

The sky, heavy with sorrow, weeps its endless tears, cascading in rhythmic torrents, soaking the world beneath it. The once-vibrant streets, where the hum of morning routines once thrummed through the air, now lie abandoned, forsaken by time and human presence.

The world is quiet, save for the constant drip of rain, each droplet a muted echo of something lost. The rain itself is not mere water—it is a veil, a curtain drawn across the heavens, draping everything in its melancholy embrace, concealing and revealing the fragile beauty beneath.

Yuuji moves through this landscape, a solitary figure beneath his umbrella, a leaf carried by an invisible current. He is both part of and apart from the storm, drifting without purpose, carried by the weight of something unseen. The air is thick, laden with the scent of wet earth, damp stone, and the kind of forgotten memory that clings to the edges of one's mind.

His uniform, soaked through, clings to his skin like the remnants of something once dreamed but now lost. It holds the chill, though the cold is not what unsettles him. It is the silence, the profound silence that the rain brings with it, wrapping him in its heavy, wordless presence.

In this silence, the world feels distant, the sound of his breath swallowed by the roar of the storm. His own presence seems so small here, so fragile.

The street ahead is a canvas of gray, painted over with the strokes of rain, leaving puddles that shimmer like fractured mirrors. They hold reflections, but those reflections are not real—they twist, distort, and vanish.

His own face, should he look, is just another blur in the glass of the world, a fleeting image swept away by the next ripple of water. The rain erases everything. It is a quiet death, a soft erasure of the self, and in its midst, Yuuji feels himself begin to unravel, piece by piece. He becomes less defined in the storm, lost in the spaces between.

How unlucky, he thinks. How unlucky to be caught in this storm. How unlucky to wake up to a world that feels so empty, so distant, even in its vibrancy. The world seems to mourn itself, and Yuuji, for a moment, feels the weight of that mourning in his bones.

And then, a sound—an intrusion in the stillness.

"Ahaha!"

It is a laugh, sharp and bright, splitting through the monotony of the downpour. Yuuji stops mid-step, his breath halting in his chest. The sound is foreign, out of place, a thread of warmth in the cold, a flicker of light in the shadow. His eyes scan the world, searching for the source, for the brightness that dares to exist in the very heart of the storm.

"Ahahaha!"

Again, that sound, rising through the gray, as if it were a pulse, a rhythm that refuses to be stilled. It calls to him, pulling him toward it, like the promise of something unspoken. The laughter feels both strange and familiar—like the distant memory of something he has always known but forgotten. It is free, unrestrained, untouched by the weight of the storm, and Yuuji feels himself drawn to it, to the warmth that radiates from it. It is like a flame, flickering in the darkness, promising light, promising hope.

And then, in the heart of the downpour, he sees you.

You stand amidst the torrent, a silhouette against the shifting backdrop of rain. Your body is drenched, your hair clinging to your back like dark rivers, but you do not seem burdened by the storm. You are the light that does not falter, the pulse that refuses to be silenced. You are not a shadow in the rain, but a presence that transcends it. The world presses down on everything, but not on you. You stand there, not defeated but defiant, as if you are part of the storm, yet above it.

You are dancing in the rain, your arms wide as if to embrace the storm that has pushed the world away. The laughter bubbles from somewhere deep within you, rising like a stream that cannot be dammed. It is as though the storm cannot touch the joy that swells within you, a joy that exists beyond the reach of the cold, beyond the weight of the world. The rain falls around you, but you do not shrink from it. You do not retreat. You are not overwhelmed.

For a moment, the world pauses for Yuuji, the storm fading into the background, becoming a distant hum. The rain, the cold, the loneliness—none of it matters anymore. In the presence of your lightness, the storm feels like nothing more than a whispered memory, a fleeting thing that holds no claim over him. The wetness on his skin is no longer an enemy, but part of something larger, part of a rhythm that he has forgotten.

You are the breath that moves the storm. The heartbeat in the silence. Where Yuuji sees the rain as a burden, you see it as a freedom. Where he feels the weight of the world pressing down, you are unburdened, and the rain is not something to be endured but something to be embraced.

Yuuji watches you as you spin in the rain, each movement fluid and effortless, as if you are made of the very same water that falls from the sky. The water curls around you like a halo, turning every drop into a diamond, sparkling in the dim light. For a moment, the world holds its breath, as though it is waiting—waiting for him to understand, waiting for him to move.

And then, in the quiet pause between one moment and the next, you stop. Your eyes find his, and for the briefest instant, the world narrows, everything else falling away. The storm still rages, but it is as though the space between you is still, untouched by the rain, untouched by time. Your smile is the only thing that remains.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be out here,” you say, your voice soft, but the words carry through the rain like a bird’s song—clear, undeterred by the storm.

Yuuji is frozen. The world seems to hang between you both, suspended, as if the air itself is waiting for him to speak. The silence that fills the space between you is not awkward, but something else entirely. It is an invitation—inviting him to step into this moment, to be seen, to be understood. An invitation to leave behind the world of barriers and to enter something else, something more fluid.

The question escapes before he can stop it. It is fragile, like the first leaf falling in autumn, and yet it cuts through the silence. “You’re not cold?”

You shake your head, your laughter softening, and your eyes lock with his. “No. The rain... it’s not cold. It’s just part of everything. Just like us. It falls, but it doesn’t make us less.”

Something stirs in Yuuji’s chest, a quiet ripple that spreads through him like the first touch of spring after a long winter. The rain, which had felt like a burden, suddenly feels different, as though the world has shifted, as though something in the storm has changed. He looks down at the puddle at his feet, the water rippling with the rhythm of the rain. For a moment, he wonders if that ripple is something new, a beginning, a chance.

You step closer, and the air between you hums with a tension he cannot quite name. The rain falls harder now, but it no longer feels like an enemy. It feels alive, a living thing that moves with the pulse of the world. You are alive with it. For the first time in a long time, Yuuji feels it too. He feels the rhythm of the storm, not as something to escape, but as something to be part of. He feels the world shift around him, and for the first time, it is not an obstacle. It is a dance.

“You don’t have to run from the storm,” you say, your voice is quiet now, but there is something in it—something that makes his chest ache in a way he cannot quite understand. “You just have to let it move you.”

The words settle over Yuuji like a gentle weight. His breath catches in his throat, and for the first time, he feels something shift in him. The rain, the storm—he no longer sees them as things to endure, things to fight against. He understands, in this moment, that they are not to be resisted. They are part of the world, part of the rhythm of life. It is not the rain that is the enemy—it is his own refusal to move with it, to let it pass through him.

He watches you, standing there, unbroken by the storm, alive with it, and for the first time, he sees the world in a new light. The rain does not seem so lonely now. The storm, once a wall, now feels like a space to occupy, like a chance to move with something greater than himself. He understands, in that quiet moment, that life itself is made of moments like these—moments where the world seems to stop, and you are simply part of it, moving with it.

And so, as the rain continues to fall, as the storm rages on, Yuuji stands there, no longer just a spectator of life but a participant, no longer trying to escape the weight of the world but learning to move with it, to breathe in the rhythm of the storm.

His heart, once caught in the relentless pull of isolation, now beats in time with the rain, with the world. He watches you, this strange and ethereal presence, and he realizes something—something that had eluded him for so long. You are not here to rescue him. You are here to remind him of what it means to live, to be swept up in the very forces that would once have consumed him.

There is something about you that is not entirely of this world. You are not a figure that belongs to the storm; you transcend it. But in your presence, the storm does not feel like an enemy—it feels like a companion, a force that moves through you and yet leaves you unbroken, untouched by its fury.

You are something more than flesh, more than a being that can be contained in a moment.You are the embodiment of the moment itself. And in you, Yuuji sees the possibility of something greater, something beyond the simple weight of existence.

His eyes, once dull with the weight of his own thoughts, are now sharp, focused. For the first time in what feels like forever, he is not adrift. He is no longer caught in the undertow of a world that seems indifferent to his struggle. The rain, instead of drowning him, has become something else—a force that carries him, that invites him to dance, to move, to exist in the same space as it.

You are still standing there, as though you are one with the rain, as though you and the storm share the same heart, the same pulse. Your laughter, now a soft murmur beneath the roar of the downpour, weaves through the air, and Yuuji feels it in his chest—a vibration, a pulse, a beckoning.

It is an invitation to live, to feel the world around him without the distance, without the barriers that he has built to protect himself from its inevitable chaos.

For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of the storm and the beating of his own heart, now synchronized with the rhythm of the rain. He is no longer a stranger to the world. He is no longer an outsider, looking in. He is part of it, a fleeting note in the vast symphony of existence.

The realization is a quiet one, almost imperceptible, but it shifts something inside him. He doesn’t need to fight the storm. He doesn’t need to fight the world. The world is not an enemy. It is a force of nature, a thing of beauty and fury, and he can choose to move with it, to be swept up in it, to find himself in its embrace.

You take a step closer to him, your presence ethereal, yet grounded in a way that makes the world around you feel more solid, more real. You are no longer just a figure in the rain. You are the rain itself, the wind, the sky, the earth—all of it, alive and moving, and in that movement, there is something timeless, something infinite.

You do not need words now. There is only the space between you, the quiet hum of the world that connects you, that binds you in a way that cannot be explained. It is not the words that matter now. It is the silence between them, the shared understanding.

“You don’t have to understand everything,” you say, your voice barely audible against the roar of the storm. “Sometimes, you just need to let it move through you. Let it change you.”

Yuuji’s breath catches in his chest, and for a moment, he is lost in the weight of those words. They are not a command, not an order, but a simple truth. He doesn’t need to understand the storm. He doesn’t need to control it. He simply needs to exist with it, to let it move through him, to become a part of the rhythm of the world.

In that understanding, something shifts. He feels the tension in his body ease, the weight on his shoulders lift, as though he has been carrying something that was never his to bear.

The rain falls harder now, but it no longer feels like a threat. It feels like a cleansing, like a purification, washing away everything that he has held on to—the fear, the doubt, the need to be something other than he is. In the space between the drops, he feels free. For the first time in a long time, he is not burdened by the past, by the weight of expectations, by the fear of what comes next.

He is simply present. Simply alive.

You are still standing there, your arms open to the storm, your face turned upward as if you are offering yourself to the sky, to the rain, to the world. And in that gesture, Yuuji sees something that cuts through him, something that makes his chest ache in a way he cannot explain.

You are not afraid. You are not running from the world. You are moving with it, in harmony with it, as though you have always known how to be a part of it, how to exist in the spaces between the drops, between the moments.

In that moment, Yuuji realizes that he has been running for too long—not from the storm, not from the world, but from himself. From the truth that has always been there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be seen, to be understood. He has always thought that he needed to be something more than he is, something stronger, something braver.

But now, as he stands here in the rain, in the presence of someone who moves with the storm rather than against it, he understands that he doesn’t need to be more. He just needs to be. He just needs to exist in the world, to let it move through him, to let it change him.

The rain falls harder, but Yuuji is no longer afraid of it. He no longer resents it. He feels it, fully and completely, washing over him, soaking him through to his bones, until he is as much a part of the storm as the world itself.

He is not apart from it. He is not an observer. He is a participant, a fleeting note in the symphony of existence, and for the first time, he feels the weight of his own life, the fullness of his own being, in a way that he never has before.

The storm continues to rage around them, but it no longer feels like something that threatens to overwhelm him. It is a force, a living thing, and Yuuji has learned to move with it, to let it carry him, to dance in its embrace.

And as the rain continues to fall, as the world continues to turn, he knows, with quiet certainty, that he is no longer adrift. He is not lost. He is simply moving with the world, with the rhythm of the rain, with the beat of his own heart.

For the first time, he is truly free.

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