#yuuta okkostu

[lesmeow]

some assorted sketches from my homework and scripts

[bunji-enthusiast]

Today was a good day — Yuuta Okkotsu

• Sypnosis || He can’t help but just recall all the things about you that made today a good one.

• warnings || sfw, first attempt at writing this boy, fluffy to the MAX.

• pairing || Yuuta/GN!Reader

• Note || I got inspired by Ice Cube’s song It was a Good Day, sue me.

He can’t help but just smile at the way you can talk, hold yourself accountable or simply just even do things for people. Even if it was something you didn’t realize you did. He notices all of it.

Your hair, even if you didn’t have any. He’d still see you line your body was the very things sculpted by the god of the sun. Made so perfectly he felt like he’d taint you with his touch.

Yuuta can’t help but crack up whenever you think, having a very cute and certain expression ingrained into his brain when he prefaces that very expression whether on missions or even on regular occasions.

Oh goodness, even your mannerisms are so adorable. He can’t get enough of you, even in ways he didn’t realize… you really do make his day a little better.

To be a little more truthful, Yuuta does feel somewhat embarrassed if he is unwillfully a little obvious about his tiny crush on you. Sometimes even Panda or Inumaki would point out the barely visible blush dusting the shell of his ears to the front of his cheeks.

In a way, Yuuta finds comfort in your presence. Sometimes going out of his way to help you with errands or even just to go shopping if that had been a thing of yours.

If you had a particular thing for taking pictures, even of yourself or scenery. He’d be happy to partake in your hobby! Yuuta thinks it’s pretty neat how photography can be a form of art, divulged with messages you can interpret yourself at first look.

Yuuta loves your hands, no matter the size. His own hands are unfortunately calloused to the touch, not as smooth as to the touch they had used to be. He doesn’t exactly know how to take care of his hands properly.

He loves your voice, the dulcet and varied tones it can carry depending on the time of the day. Yuuta can simply listen to your voice for hours on end if he had the chance to.

“You alright?” You spoke, waving your hand for a few moments to gain Yuuta’s attention once more if it was possible. “You kinda been staring off into the distance my dude.” You snorted with a smarmy grin.

Yuuta looked up and gained eye contact with you, blinking for a second to get the blurried traces of the sleep he had been ripped away from before. “Ah, sorry.. just thinking about something.” He smiled gently, rubbing the nape of his neck as he would. At times you have seen Yuuta be so particularly serious and poised in combat and even out of combat. This was a rare occurrence where he had been so shy, reminiscent of when he had first joined Jujustu High.

You nodded and crossed your legs, thinking of what else to say as you had forgotten what you had been talking about before when you had noticed Yuuta not paying attention. “Man, what was it I was talking about?” With a groan you facepalmed your head.

“I think you were talking about how you had liked those.. videos that had made you laugh so much.” Yuuta spoke, within a bit of a nod that had indicated he was trying to spark an idea as he wasn’t too sure of what it was himself. His own fault, he had thought.

“AH! That was it,” With a snap of your finger, your lips curled into an enlightened smile. “Thank you.” Yuuta had nodded, somewhat in a way to encourage you to keep going. Then you perked up again, and took out your phone teeming with a sort of laughter when you remembered what the video you were thinking of specifically was called.

“Aha.. all the keywords baby.” Yuuta raised a brow at this, waiting for your elaboration. “One sec, I almost have it. I swear.” He looked at you with a curious smile, his brows flattened and curved. His eyes just teeming with a type of joy that could never truly be explained, never described.

You then turned the screen of your phone to the raven-haired boy, the video now playing on screen. “Ple-pfft.” It was a clip from a stream displaying Fanum and his friends, trying to keep themselves from losing it which in turn had failed at the near end of the clip. The clip was ridiculously popular, in its own right of course.

Yuuta let out a chuckle, then erupted into laughter. Causing you to laugh as well, you simply couldn’t help it. Too good!

“Thank you, you find some pretty interesting stuff.” Yuuta said, still chuckling a little bit from the post-high euphoria. You nodded with your very iconic grin, being the proudest best friend that you were. Sometimes you just liked to be a little dramatic.

“What can I say?” You laid a hand on your chest, wiggling your finger slightly with your other hand as you displayed a dramatic scene, “I live to be the best.”

Yuuta let out another breathy laugh, leaning back on his rear slightly as he let out a hum.

Yeah, this was a damn good day.

[lavenderjewels]

“So how’d you do it?”

Yuuji: “Hard work and perseverance 😤💞💪😊💖✨🌸🩷✨🤭”

Yuuta: “By cheating 🫤”

[shmpxx]

HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND — y.o

⛤ yuuta okkostu x fem! reader

How else would yuuta react if you denied your relationship in front of everyone? You obviously weren’t gonna be let off easy.

cw. smut. (kinda) exes to lovers-ish. thigh riding. semi-public sex. library sex. dry humping. oral (f. receiving). groping. marking. pet names (princess). face grabbing. slight manhandling. +18!

wc: 1.1k

a/n: yall i got a full time job and I’m doing school and i really want to post my fics more bc i love sharing my writing and hopefully this doesn’t sound rushed lol.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

You practically had to shout it out loud for it to be known. How many times did you have to say it to get through Maki’s skull as she was constantly teasing you about how you and Yuuta used to act like two middle schoolers in love, laughing about it in front of everyone.

You wanted to craddle yourself into a ball hearing it all made you remember the soft moments you had together and then made you cringe about it in every being of your body.

You held hands and tried to catch the perfect moment to kiss but was too anxious to, spent everyday together before he left, he promised to send a call, text or at least email and now he’s back, decides to act all cool, his attitude changes only slightly like he’s all that now, he had fixed his hair to side and his demeanor turns cold. Everything about him and his current presence ticked you off. He didn’t have to stay. You wished he’d go back.

Did you really wish that? Or did you need him to trap you in the darkest aisle of a library where he caught you. Whispering in your ear to take all those awful words you said back while he’s pinning you against the tall shelf, his pelvis is rocking against yours, his lips ambushing your neck. He’s just kissing you and touching you all over, making sure you don’t escape him either. He’s squeezing your tits a bit too hard, leaving too many hickeys.

“Can we just take a moment—“

“Why should we?” his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, traveling down your jawline. His hand squishing the sides of your cheeks to turn your head to the side to gain access to your neck. You could feel his wet muscle and his warm lips glide over your skin, his hand on the back of your ass, squeezing it and also pulling you more into him.

The slight change in yuuta was quite scary, he wasn’t as soft as he used to be. He’s leaving marks and his hips are moving recklessly. He knows it will be so much better if he could take your clothes off and be bare already to fuck you like he is your boyfriend, you’re all his.

He guides his leg between your legs under your skirt, his thigh grazing your covered cunt and his hands situated on your hips to rock you against his thigh.

“Didn’t you think it hurt my feelings when you said that in front of everyone?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes knowing his eyes bore into you, he was looking for an apologetic look from you but you were too distracted by looking down watching as he was driving your hips to desperately drag on his thigh. He was pressing his leg harder into you making you finally let out out moan. The shame you felt when you realized you were in a public place making such noise.

“I was just telling the truth..hah…” your tone with half of regret and moans by yuuta forcing your hips to grind on him, your clit throbbing from the harsh friction and you’re already leaving a damp on his leg.

The way your words were set in annoyance and anger like you truly disregard the fact that you and yuuta never had a thing going on and this frustrates yuuta when he replays how you yelled that he wasn’t your boyfriend.

“I am your boyfriend, i just wanna make sure you don’t forget that princess” He pulls down your bottoms and he’s on his knees with his hands on the sides of your thighs like he’s kneeling to an angel which you were to him and you never thought so with all the built of negativity you had towards him.

“Alright i get it—“

He doesn’t think you do, he wants you to understand that you were his and he was yours. Why would he stop here? He’s already pulling down your underwear and your anxiety strikes at you when he gives your pussy a gentle kiss and you gave out a yelp, you kept your eye down the aisle to see if people would pass by. Your hand is slightly hovering over your mouth, so you’re still emitting small moans.

“C-come on yuuta—quit it already..ah!” You would rather move somewhere with more privacy though yuuta doesn’t care a place, he was too busy making out with your cunt now, his tongue flicked and sucked on your clit.

And it was not enough for him he had to prop your legs on his shoulders that your back pressed against the shelf of books more and you gasp by the sudden feeling of being weightless with your feet off the ground and yuuta buries his lips, his tongue to eat you out.

You cursed under your breath not knowing where to put your hands, you wanted to support yourself to not fall though yuuta would never let that happen and yet also drown in bliss with your hands gripping his black locks. the anxiousness and the pleasure clouding your mind at the same time.

Your trying your best to keep it down and your constant repeated pleas. Yuuta was lapping his tongue from the outside of your walls to your clit and something ignited deep in the pits of your stomach that just made you push your hips further into his face. It doesn’t seem like he was gonna stop anytime, he was so focused his eyes were shut thinking about how good you taste and how he had never got the chance before. he can tell that your twitching to cum soon and your sobs getting a little louder.

“Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” You squealed, your legs wrapped around the back of his neck and your heels digged into his back, your spine arching off of the shelf and your eyelids flutter.

“Cum on my mouth princess, I’m all yours…” the way his voice melted your heart all over again, causing butterflies to fly in your tummy, made your orgasm come faster but also made you feel shamed and entirely hate it for feeling this way.

The moan of his name being let out so indecently that people might hear or probably did. Feeling the waves of you cumming flow through your body and his mouth hasn’t yet disconnected from you.

Yuuta looks up at you like this was just the beginning. You’re forced to wrap your arms around his neck when his hands comes under behind your knees, you still had no chance of keeping your feet on the floor. He’s already planning to fuck you with the zip of his pants and his cock freeing out, make you cry out a million times repeatedly that your his and he’s yours.

Now you’re gonna have to take everything you said back.

[colonelarr0w]

now playing - jujutsu kaisen

" being a child is not a sin. " " the most twisted curse of all is love. "

featuring -> satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, hiromi higuruma, ino takuma, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkostu, toge inumaki

key : * = angst ~ = smut ^ = fluff

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entry 001 : who is (y/n)? ft. kento nanami * entry 002 : a quiet night in ft. kento nanami ^ entry 003 : voices ft. suguru geto ^* entry 004 : baked goods ft. suguru geto ^ entry 005 : girls night out ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, choso kamo ^~ entry 006 : recharge ft. kento nanami ^ entry 007 : fix you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 008 : soft dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 009 : everyone but you ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 010 : cold, dead heart ft. ryomen sukuna ^* entry 011 : cat-like ft. choso kamo ^ entry 012 : opposites ft. yuuji itadori ^ entry 013 : starry night ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^* entry 014 : betting on you ft. satoru gojo * entry 015 : pink-haired matchmaker ft. kento nanami ^ entry 016 : firsts ft. kento nanami ^~ entry 017 : private, not secret ft. kento nanami ^ entry 018 : looking after you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 019 : jealousy ... insecurity ft. yuuta okkotsu ^* entry 020 : part of you ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 021 : aggressive dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 022 : why you? ft. suguru geto ^ entry 023 : everything was perfect ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 024 : deserved ft. hiromi higuruma ~ entry 025 : my love, mine all mine ft. multi ^ entry 026 : never alone ft. suguru geto ^* entry 027 : designated seat ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 028 : not her ft. yuuji itadori * entry 029 : shoulders ft. suguru geto ^* entry 030 : to you ft. toji fushiguro ^ entry 031 : softened edge ft. ryomen sukuna ^ entry 032 : not her (2) ft. yuuji itadori * entry 033 : mirrored image ft. suguru geto * entry 034 : drunkenly yours ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 035 : not yet ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 036 : across the universe ft. multi ^ entry 037 : what might've been ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, ieri shoko ^* entry 038 : a welcome distraction ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^

[luv4fushi]

your work is so cute! i love it so much 🩷 could you do: you’re getting me confused with your other girlfriend! for yuuta? 🫶

wrong girlfriend!

jjk okkostu yuta x fem!reader

content: silly yuta, reader is instigating .. again, fluff!

[nothers]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT

lmaooo this is kinda corny but i was bored at 2 ina morning and missed my man! , kinda long idk how many words, not proofread, nothing crazy js people confessing,, live laugh love Yuuta🌝🩷🫶🏾

dating YUUTA OKKOSTU who was so shy at first when you two met each other. a stuttering mess who was putty in your hands over simply holding hands. Maki, Panda, and Inumaki are constantly getting on his case about his obvious crush on you!..

“just tell her,” Maki said. “this is getting hard to watch,” she continued. Inumaki and Panda nodding in unison. “there’s no way she’d like me back. she’s way outta my league..,” Yuuta replied. “LETS PLAY MATCH MAKER!” Panda yelled. “well i think she knows our plan now with your loud ass hollering!” maki responded back. they all turned to you who was sitting in the sparing area with your legs crossed messing with what little flowers were left after accidentally stepping on them during training. your hair framing your face perfectly. your skin shining under the afternoon sunlight making you look surreal. you were perfect, everything he needs. a beautiful smile and soul to pair with it. your uniform hugging your body so well it wouldn’t take much for Yuuta to imagine you without it on. a light hand on his shoulder snapped him outta his trance. “fish flakes.” Inumaki, Yuutas Best-est friend even if he couldn’t quite understand him yet. Yuuta could hear Maki and panda laughing at him, realizing they caught him. “while you two are laughing how are we even going to play this stupid game!” Yuuta exclaimed with embarrassment in his tone. the pair stopped laughing and seemed to ponder. “one of us could ask her what her type is,” maki said. silence engulfed the group as six pairs of eyes stared at Maki. “what?” she asked. “well..,” panda started, “you’re the only other female here so it’s best you ask her,” panda finished. “ugh, fine, you’re lucky i actually want to see how this ends between them,” maki responded. the group decided to start the game once sparing was over, free time.

putting your training weapon back in its spot you turn to see maki standing behind you. you flinch slightly, “maki! don’t stand behind people like that! that’s creepy!” you exclaim clutching a hand to your chest in an effort to slow your racing heart. maki sighs softly, muttering an apology. “wanna hang out for a bit? i wanna get to know you since you’re new here.” Maki says, quickly starting a new convo. “yea, of course!” you say. as you and maki walk out of the weapon room the convo starts out smoothly, asking each other what your favorite foods are, favorite colors, and how you both ended up at jujustu high. you two get along pretty well! you and maki clicked instantly, finding that each other liked similar things. making it to a small clearing you two continue chatting away. almost forgetting to ask the most important question of all, “what’s your type?”, maki asks. “hmm.. my type..,” you say in thought. “maybe someone who’s nice to others but is even nicer to me, if you understand..” you say with hesitation. Maki raises an eyebrow. “like someone who treats me differently from others i mean!” you say quickly in hopes of not seeming weird in front of your new friend. “i knew what you meant, i was just messing with ya.” maki laughs. “ugh! not funny..,” you pout, embarrassment fading. “i meant it as i wanna be someone’s special someone.. i want someone to obsess over me and actually want me,” you say with a semi - sad expression. your mind filling with your ex relationships. they all wanted what was in between your thighs, they never really wanted YOU. “maki stares at your side profile for a moment before looking forward and speaking “ i get it. i used to wish for that as well.” you glance at her “really? what’s your type then?,” you say. “someone to stay with me until the very end.” Maki responds. you two sit in comfortable silence for a bit. “black hair,” you say quietly. maki looks at you again. “black hair and a cute face,” you say with a cheeky smile in her direction. maki returns a small smile back in your direction.

this game of match maker is already half way done.

Panda and Inumaki crowded around Yuuta who was sitting on his bed in his dorm. Yuuta ranted on and on about everything he adored about you. your eyes, the way your nose crinkles when you smell something good or when you’re about to sneeze. the way you style your hair or the days you wrap your hair in a scarf to protect it from the rain that’s coming sometime that day. the way you dress. your style is hypnotic, everything you wear you look absolutely stunning in. even your footwear, keeping up with the best shoe brands. don’t even get him started on the way you always seem to bump into everyone you chat with, arms accidentally knocking against one another’s, shoulders touching as you two walk together. your perfume.. it’s intoxicating. it’s like he gets sucked into cloud 9 every time he’s with you; and he wouldn’t have it any other way. this went on for a while. panda listening intently while inumaki was nodding off. everyone jumping slightly at a sudden knock on the door. Yuuta gets up and opens the door to maki standing there. ”maki, how’d it go?” Yuuta asks as he steps to the side to let maki walk in. “it went well, i suppose. we have more in common than i thought.” Maki responds. “what’d she say about Yuutaaaa,” panda sings. “even tho there’s only one person here she could’ve been talking about,” maki starts, looking at yuuta, “she says that her type is dark hair and a cute face,” maki finishes. “tuna mayo” inumaki retorts “i know! you might have a chance after all yuuta,” panda exclaims. Maki holds a finger out towards the group “she also said that she wants to be with someone who will actually want her and obsess over her, someone who actually loves her,” maki says. she turns to yuuta again “if you end up going out with her and you end up hurting her i’ll kill you with my bare hands,” she finishes with in an angry tone. “i do! i’ve been telling panda and inumaki how much i love her this entire time!,” Yuuta exclaims. “salmon,” inumaki says in an exhausted tone. maki huffs.

the next training day rolls around after a 2 day break. you and maki have gotten closer over that time. you two hung out the entire time, watching movies, gossiping, and looking at hot guys on instagram. even doing errands together! you two were almost inseparable. even going as far as to try to get paired to spar together, but gojo had other plans. “Panda and Maki, Yuuta and Y/N! inumaki you’ll stay with me and observe.” everyone nodded and headed to their weapon stations. you walked a little ways ahead of yuuta who seemed to drag his feet, yet you didn’t mind. that’s what he loved about you the most, you didn’t seem to mind most inconveniences in your life, believing it was simply life. making it to the weapon room before him you grab both of your weapons to make the trip quicker. “here,” you say in his direction, handing him his while reaching for your weapon which was oddly placed higher and in a different spot then were you last placed it. you feel him take his weapon out of your hand and see his arm extending past yours, reaching your weapon with ease and handing it to you. “thanks,” you say to him with a bright smile. Yuuta blushes heavily and mutters a small ‘you’re welcome’ before quickly turning and walking out of the room back to the field. you and yuuta’s sparring session went… okay, i guess? it took yuuta a while to adjust to your combat style, but every time he fumbled you extended a hand out at him with a smile on your face saying “let’s try again, yuuta!” as much as he wanted to give up, how can he deny you?

a few hours passes and everyone was beat. you and yuuta were the last ones to put your weapons back in their spots, leaving you two in the room alone. yuuta deciding there’s no other chance he’ll find you alone with out the other three, he goes for it. “y/n, can i ask you something,” yuuta says in a shaky tone. you turn to him eagerly “yea, of course! what’s up?” you respond turning towards him. Yuuta hesitates for a moment thinking carefully of what to say to not embarrass himself. “y/n, when i met you it was like i met another version of myself. you bring out a side in me i never thought would be found. you’ve.. changed my life for the better. you give me a reason to look forward to what the day brings. even rika likes you,” he laughs to himself. you get a bit nervous. is he saying what you think he is?.. “y/n.. you’re so perfect and you might even find me a creep and avoid me, but i like you. not even like, i love you y/n. i can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore,” he finishes looking down at the ground bracing for rejection.

“I like you too, Yuuta.”

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edit: i finally proofread this and the embarrassment was so bad .. how did i not notice the errors .. anyway though hope yall enjoyed 🌚🌚

[todorokies]

: ̗̀➛ ˚⋆ᡣ𐭩˚ JUJUTSU KAISEN. . .

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── SATORU GOJO

────── dabbles & oneshots . . .

slice of life parenting megumi & tsumiki ﾉ fluff

satoru cannot stand the taste of alcohol ﾉ fluff

tag teaming with satosugu ﾉ nsfw

bratty!gojo + part two ﾉ nsfw

pervy!gojo ﾉ nsfw

a long walk ft. geto suguru ﾉ fluff, angst

morning glories ﾉ fluff

─────── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

taking care of their s/o after a mission ﾉ fluff

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── SUGURU GETO

───── dabbles & oneshots . . .

everything everywhere all at once ﾉ angst, fluff

cherry blossoms, tarot cards & chamomile ﾉ fluff

midnight love affair ﾉ nsfw

tag teaming with satosugu ﾉ nsfw

geto x glasses wearer reader ﾉ nsfw

a long walk ft satoru gojo ﾉ fluff, angst

rumor has it; vampire!geto ﾉ suggestive

geto with a astrologer gf ﾉ fluff, nsfw

────── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

carving pumpkins with jjk the characters ﾉ fluff

random geto thoughts ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

──── drabbles & oneshots. . .

spending october with megumi ﾉ fluff

megumi x bimbo reader ﾉ fluff

────── headcanons . . .

megumi as your boyfriend ﾉ fluff

taking care of their s/o after a mission ﾉ fluff

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── KENTO NANAMI

──── dabbles & oneshots . . .

the boy is mine ! ﾉ sfw

──── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── CHOSO KAMO

───── dabbles & oneshots . . .

death and the maiden ﾉ nsfw

lovesick!choso ﾉ nsfw

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── YUUTA OKKOSTU

──── dabbles & oneshots . . .

yuuta with a bratty girlfriend ﾉ fluff

[2xcursekissed]

gojo uses yuuta's phone number and e-mail to sign up for a bunch of stuff so he'll receive scam calls.

Anxiety becomes frustration as the teen lowers his phone, marking the end of a call-- the eighth call of the day-- the nth call of the week. Yuuta wasn't too fond of speaking on the phone in general, especially not strangers. However, it was something he had to deal with receiving calls for missions when his teacher was away, or he had special tasks from some of the more prominent sorcerors. That was why he couldn't ignore calls from unknown numbers.

'Is this Okkostu Yuuta?' the teen remembers the caller asking, luring him with ease. He had confirmed his identity, and the caller did not hesitate to start a spiel on the latest smartphone device. It had taken him five minutes to see himself out of the conversation, not too keen on abruptly hanging up on the poor person on the other end of the line doing their job no matter how inconvenient it was for the second-year student.

He sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket as he made his way to his teacher's office. Gojo-sensei had asked him to visit when he had the chance to do some additional hand-to-hand combat training; however, he was interrupted by the call, one of many that interrupted his daily activities, including sleep and lord knew the teen needed more of that.

He knocks first before entering, giving his teacher a wave as he stood by the door. "Hey, are you busy? I finished my mission early."

"Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner... I've been receiving so many spam calls lately. Do you happen to know how to get spammers to stop messaging you?" he asks, hoping Gojo has an answer-- he usually does, at least for combat-related things. He was almost 30. Yuuta figured he should have life experience too.

[honney-pies]

Ma Cherie ❤︎

Summery: Kamo Kanae has had quite the interesting life, attempted murders, arranged marriage, being raised and adopted by Gojo Satoru, being a jujustu sorcerer. Come along for pure fluff and gut wrenching moments 🥰!!

Paring : Inumaki Toge/Kamo Kanae/Okkostu Yuuta

Word count: 321

You can find it on ao3 as well and there will also be a self-insert version soon!

This is the teaser hope you enjoy!

chapter one

“My love, do you remember how the two of you met?” Toge shook his head yes. It was Yuuta’s first day of school and he had thought that Yuuta looked like a lost puppy, until Rika came out and tried to kill him.

“Do you remember how we met?” Toge shook his head no.

“We were three. Your family and mother had came to an agreement about our marriage. They decided that it would be the best thing for us to do. You’re guaranteed to no longer be an outcast and I have a secured marriage with someone my age. Someone who wouldn’t abuse me, at least mother hoped. Above all else we both would be protected.” Toge reached out and grabbed her hand in his. She looked at him and smiled.

“I remember when I realized that you wouldn’t be the worst person to spend the rest of my life with. It was cold, January if I remember correctly, and we had begun to spend a lot of time together. I was five, you were four. I told you I thought we should get matching bracelets and you agreed. You held my hand for the first time actually!” Toge just laughs a soft laugh. She feels her heart flutter at the sound.

“You were there for me then. That was the year everything really changed. I really care about you, Toge, you know that right?” He just looked at her as if she had hung the very stars in the sky. He simply signed ‘I know’ and stood closer to her.

“Hey guys! There you are!” Next thing they know a pair of arms wrap around them and smiles. They all giggle and talk away. Well, except for Toge, but the both of them know what he’s saying. For the most part at least. A warm feeling floods Kanae’s chest.

I could spend the rest of my life like this.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Yuuji Itadori

Drop a bullet

Megumi Fushiguro

Drop a Bullet

Nobara Kugasaki

Drop a Bullet

Satoru Gojo

Drop a Bullet

Sukuna Ryomen

Drop a Bullet

Maki Zenin

Drop a Bullet

Yuuta Okkostu

|| Today was a good day ||

Suguru Geto

Drop a Bullet

Nanami Kento

Drop a Bullet

Choso Kamo

|| gentle lovin’ ||

Toji Fushiguro

|| Relinquo Omnia || skyscrapin’ hell || domesticated ||

[ramonathinks]

listen… the chapter after is called “OKKOSTU’S CURSE” which is a double meaning because we get lore about rika’s past AND find out yuuta’s cursed because of rika like walk we me please please 🙏🏾😭🫶🏾

we getting closer and closer to gojo return 😭🤞🏾🤞🏾

[shmpxx]

[gojuo]

Weekly Shonen Jump 02/2022 issue.

[mintmatcha]

careful patchwork

okkotsu yuuta x reader - apocalypse au

cw: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+, cisfem reader, blood, violence, slight gore, mentions of knives and needles, death, sex, mature themes!!!

wc: 5k

synopsis: when chance brings you into his life, Yuuta has to decide which parts of the past define him.

A/N: a big thank you to @heich0e for being my beta-reader. Your advice, love and friendship are so valuable to me!!!!!!!!

He first met you in a break in the chaos, in between the world falling apart. 

Yuuta watched the fire crackle, the kindling consumed and logs just starting to catch. It painted the night with scarlet movement, as if the flame itself was alive and dancing. The glow barely illuminated the woods, casting only vague, gray shadows through the trees, the flame blinding him to everything outside of his circle. If he stared into the nothingness for too long, lost in the silence of the world and the silence of his own thoughts, his eyes would play tricks on him; a stray lick of flame would send shadows darting across his vision and his whole body would tense in reflex.

His body ached for sleep, ached to rest his head on a real pillow. The days had been long, the fights somehow longer. He was starting to think it’d never end. 

Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this was life, he thought. Society crumbled so quickly, so permanently. One day he was going to school, dreading the monotonous drag of the day to day. The next, he was running. From everything and nothing, from past, from present, from future, caught in a strange new land that lived in the carcass of his old life.

He was starting to wish it would end. 

He was starting to wish he would end.

Yuuta rubbed his hands on his jeans to clean them. They were his only pair, the denim stiff with the salt of his sweat and the toil of his travels. His mother used to reinforce the knees with bits of jeans that no longer fit.

( ‘I know you’re grown,’ she said, needle in hand and love in her voice, ‘But let me dote on you a bit longer. While I still can.’)

The calluses on his palms caught against the perfect stitching she left behind.

 “If you’re going to attack me, you might as well do it already.” Yuuta called into the darkness when waiting became too much.

Someone lurked just beyond eyesight. This wasn’t a trick of the eye. He could hear how they slogged through the underbrush, growing ever closer. In between bites of mangled protein bar - expired pieces that broke apart in his hands- he waited, twisting his ring with his thumb, turning it over and over and over again in preparation. He ran the pad of his finger over the gem in a  silent prayer, like a rosary, calling for Rika instead of some god he was afraid to meet.

The night laughed back.

“Don’t worry.” the voice in the woods was frail enough from him to believe it. “I don’t have any fight left in me.”

You walked right  out of the night and into his life with an upward tilted chin and a sad, lost smile. It was almost… apologetic, like you were embarrassed for intruding more than anything else. Holding yourself around your middle, fingers digging into your side as if you’d fall apart without them, you dipped into a polite bow. Even in the low light, your arms glistened, smeared with dark, dark, dark unmistakable liquid that oozed through your shirt. 

 If Yuuta was someone else - a smarter person- he would have attacked before you even made it this close. Chaos makes men go wild, injury makes them panic. A wounded dog bites to protect itself, kills as to not be killed.

You were a victim of this life too, he thought. No supplies. no weapons, you had clearly been robbed and attacked, then left for dead like a stray dog. Just like him, you were stuck in the games and bloodshed that the universe demanded.

What would the other do? Gojo? Nanami? Kusakabe? 

“Just looking for a warm place to sit," you said, like it explained everything. Yuuta just waited, watching you with an unblinking stare. His elbows sat on his knees, ready to push his tired body up at any moment and defend- maybe even attack.

Kusakabe was driven by fear. He’d attack, wouldn’t have even given you a chance to get this close. He wouldn’t hesitate to gut a stranger, injured or not. 

(Kusakabe had gotten into a fight he could have avoided, but never could have won.)

Nanami was more rational. He’d wait, maybe even show compassion if the moment was right. 

(It’s important to remember, Yuuta thought, that bits of Nanami were currently rotting in the summer heat.)

Gojo… Gojo would be Gojo. Cocky, annoying, and yet a total wildcard.

(Gojo’s gone in every way that matters.)

"If this is some sort of feint, I'm not falling for it." he said, popping more food into his mouth.  Mongooses, he once learned, never get full. It keeps them sharp, keeps them ready to fight. If your body aches for more, you’re more willing to fight, more desperate to win. 

(He might be getting too hungry- his pants barely cling to his waist anymore.)

“Just need a rest.” you said, never pulling your eyes from the fire. They were glazed over, barely blinking, “A nice, warm, rest.”

You unceremoniously crumpled over yourself, folding at the waist as your knees buckled, your free arm barely extending in time to stop yourself from falling face first into the grass. Injury makes the body move in strange ways, Yuuta thought. Every movement of your body seems foreign to you.

Yuuta pinched what was left in the crinkled seams of his snack and licked the dust from his fingers.  He searched for the sweetness in the final mouthful, but it tasted more like dirt and the strange, tangy residue of blood more than honey granola. The night crackles in the wind, the steady creak and cry of tree branches rubbing together echoing through the woods.

Hunger still crawls in his ribs. 

“I could kill you, you know.” he said after a while. Time and loss bought him more confidence… sometimes too much. He felt it stretch inside of him, flexing unnecessarily. 

His words weren't a threat. 

Just a statement. He could kill you. He’s done it before. The knife on his belt weighed heavy on his mind.

Nodding in agreement, you peeled your arm from your side. The laugh rattled deep in your lungs, soft and wet, a horrifyingly familiar sound. The light of the fire caught your face, shadows stretching over your features and painted your eye bags darker, making your expression grave even as you smile. Melancholic, Yuuta decided grimly, you were melancholic and resigned. As he eyed the fabric of your shirt unhindered for the first time, he could see why; it was soaked through, mangled into strips of dark reds and blacks, dirt mashed into every wet crevice he could see.There was too much- too much to tell where the source is, too much to be healthy, too much for him to keep looking at. 

“Do it.” you invited him into yourself like a welcome guest, “It’d make my night a little easier.”

In this world, sometimes death could be mercy. That's what Gojo taught him, all those months ago when a woman broke into their makeshift camp. The image of her face clung to the corners of his mind, peaceful in only the last seconds of her life.

(“You saved her a lot of heartache.” Gojo had reassured him.  Even when their hands were cleaned, after hours of scrubbing his full body in a stream, Yuuta swore he could still feel the tacky leftovers of blood on his face. “It was either you or her- she’s probably a lot happier now.”)

Yuuta turned his ring again. He didn’t let himself think about the incident often- if he did, the violence might start to define him. He debated killing you for longer than he wanted to admit. Only for mercy. Only to end the suffering. Maybe harm had become an inherent part of his person.

(Yuuta buried the woman with his own two hands, digging in the hard, frozen dirt until his fingernails split, until he could blame the tears on the frostbite. )

The fire popped, heat flickered and Yuuta swore he can feel the warm splatter of blood on his cheek again.

The universe is cruel enough. He doesn't have to be.

Yuuta scrounged around his backpack, feeling blindly the bottom for his provisions. A single bar remained, crushed and beaten between his med kit and belongings. Hunger -strong, sharp, intense hunger- nips for his attention again.

“Here.” Yuuta tossed it high, watching it sail over the fire and onto your lap. You didn’t move to catch it, letting it sit on your leg. 

“Food.” Yuuta prompted, almost like you were a dog. When you didn’t move, sitting there like a forgotten ragdoll, he realized it might be an empty attempt at kindness.  

Food wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t soothe anything that mattered.

 “Just don’t die here,” Yuuta said after a long while.

You stared back.  “I don’t think I have a choice.” 

A surrealness sat between you. He hadn’t talked to anyone for two weeks, not since Gojo took off.

(This time two, maybe three years ago he was camping with Rika, kissing off the marshmallow fluff that clung to the sides of her mouth. She tasted like chocolate and smoke, laughed like life was sweet and never ending. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear it, tinkling in the recesses of his mind.)

Back then, he was good. He was kind. He was nothing more than a child, burdened by nothing but the potential future.

When he opened his eyes again, you were staring back, chapped lips parted in a deep inhale. He was no longer a child, now dragging the weight of his sins and hoping they would drown him before any sort of future could come to fruition-

But he could still be kind. Truly, absolutely kind in the old definition. 

Yuuta stood, dragging his pack along with him as he made his way to you. He wished his hands didn’t fly to his weapon when you flinched, but instinct and self preservation were too deeply ingrained into his mind to ignore. You looked up, eyebrows furrowed and a funny, off kilter smile on your face. There wasn’t any fear on your face, no feral edge even as you eyed the weapon dangling from his belt. Just another person. 

"There's always a choice. You’re gonna see tomorrow."  Yuuta pulled the med kit from his bag. The bits and pieces clanked around the nearly empty tin, warning him about what he was about to do. Yuuta moved too quickly to reevaluate;  he snapped open the lid and pulled out the antiseptic, ignoring how light the bottle had become.

“You’re gonna see the morning. Take off your shirt,” he said, saddling up beside you. When he reached for you, you flinched, pulling back with sudden alertness. Fear flashed over your features for a moment, then a resigned acceptance.

“Wow, buy a girl a drink first,” you said, the humor in your voice a shield. If he moved too quickly, your arm would recoil up over the injury, protecting yourself. Like a deer, spooked by the slightest of movements, you watched him with wide eyes, ready to flee or fight solely on instinct.

(The woman didn’t flinch when the blade caught her. She kept pushing forward, those fingers like claws around his neck-)

“You know, you’re funny for someone who’s bleeding out.” Yuuta interlaced his fingers with yours, the rough of your skinned knuckle pressed into his palm.  “Do it with me.”

Neither of you were animals. You were people. You were human.

Together, you peeled the fabric from the skin, rolling it back until the wound stared back, shining and fresh. The touch of another human was foreign, the feel of skin - living, breathing, writhing- under his touch made his heart skip a beat. 

When was the last time he touched another person? 

(Living person. He can't count lifting that woman into her final resting place when her skin was so cold, so ridgid. He had seen death before, but never held it in his hands, never carried it’s weight.)

 He never touched Gojo, definitely not Nanami…. It hit him that it's been months- maybe a year at this point. The last time he could recall was… the kitchen table, when his mother pinched his cheek before returning to her needlepoint.

Yuuta squeezed your hand tighter, faintly in shock as you both traced up your stomach and ribs. There’s no edge of sexual desire to it, just genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings-

Until his fingers hit the gouge.  It was long and impossibly straight, following along the curve of your ribs, stretching with each labored breath, the all encompassing smear of blood ever growing.  Even face to face, he couldn’t tell the extent of the damage in the low light until he prodded and his fingers slipped inside.

You didn’t flinch, but drunk in the pain almost happily.

“This is fixable.” he mumbled, convincing neither him nor you, “We can stitch this up- you’re fixable.”

You hummed in agreement, head slipping forward, tilting down against your will. The edges of your mouth no longer pulled up. 

“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet.” Yuuta nudged you by the shoulder, trying to hide his worry. The antiseptic dripped from the bottle and the once clear liquid ran pink, heavy with clotting and dirt. The smell of alcohol overpowered the woodsmoke and yet it didn’t feel like enough.

“It’s okay. I’m going to die anyway,” you said, as if sensing his worry. It reminded Yuuta of a book they read in school. Shakespeare’s Hamlet, with Ophelia welcoming the end with open arms. You were just like her, incapable of your own distress. “You’re wasting your time.”

("You’re wasting your time." Gojo had said as he watched Yuuta gather river stones from the snow capped bank.  "No one’s ever gonna visit the grave anyway.")

“No, I’m not,” Yuuta whispered, “You have people who love you, who wanna see you again.”

You shook your head in a solemn no. 

“Then pretend I love you,” he said, “I wanna see you again, ok? I want to see you in the morning.”

Your hand squeezed over his. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Yuuta sewed the wound with a needle and fishing line, leaving  a jagged line that pulled much too tight in some places. Sterility was a lost cause- the needle slipped from his wet fingers over and over again, falling into the grass over and over again. Your body jolted with every prick, unable to stay still as time dragged on and on. By the time he had knotted the end, the fire had burnt to near embers, begging to be fed.  It was nothing like the work he had seen on TV, but it seemed to slow the bleed enough to plaster it with his remaining bandages-- and that’s all Yuuta could ask for. He severed the line with the knife that was once buried in the woman and the steel tasted blood once again.

He thought of that woman with every breath, how he placed the river smoothed stones on top of her grave, how he checked her wallet for an ID, just so he could remember her with a name.

(There was nothing in her pockets.)

“Do you have a name?” Yuuta let himself crumble into you once he was done, head tucked into your shoulder. Anxiety ached in between his ribs and pressure pounded between his eyes: a sign of his body demanding food, water, sleep, relaxation, or something else he couldn't supply. 

The silence stretched much too long, consumed by the drone of cicadas. The empty bottle rolled in the wind, the fire whispered as it approached slumber, but you stayed silent, dreadfully, painfully silent.  Despair tasted like bile and felt like pricked fingers. Maybe the old world’s kindness really was a waste, maybe he could have spared you suffering with a swift death, maybe he had used his only medical supplies in vain--

Instead of praying for the things he needs, he prayed to see you in the morning.

“My husband called me darling.” the warble in your lungs only sounded worse, but the fact you were even responding made him want to cheer, “Since we’re in love and all… call me darling.” 

For the first time in what felt like years, Yuuta laughed. It was deep, from the pit of his belly, the kind of laugh that ached in between his ribs.  He couldn’t tell if it was from relief or sheer amusement. 

He had a hunch if there was more time, he might actually love you one day. 

“Okay, darling.” he said,  “I’m Yuuta.”

“No,” you smiled one last time, “You’re also darling.”

The night passed slowly, measured only in intertwined breaths, long and deep. Eventually, the rhythm lulled Yuuta to a restless sleep, still draped over your form. The desire to be touched overwrote the awkwardness and worry, made him forget all else for a couple of moments until unconsciousness overtook him.

"Good morning, darling." he whispered, "Good, good morning."

When he awoke, you were cold.  Morning dew clung to your eyelashes, thickening with the condensation from every breath, glimmering with the morning light. The scent of iron still clung to the air, coagulated blood just beginning to dry on your skin and his. Underneath his stiff hands, arthritic from hard living, your chest expands in short, sweet breaths.

The back of his mind wanted to keep him on edge, remind him of disease and illness, remind him that death could overcome you on any day, that the fight was long from over, but Yuuta refused to feel anything other than joy. First light was the first victory.

…..

He loves you in the peace times, as the world rebuilds.

Downstairs, in the half-fixed kitchen,  the murmurs of Itadori's voice mixes with the crackle of fat in a hot cast iron. When Yuuta closes his eyes, he can picture the scene: Itadori trying to pluck the pork belly from the stove top with his bare hands and scorching the tips of his fingers once again. Toge is probably laughing- no, definitely laughing; he can hear the rumble of it through the floorboards- while pretending to supervise. He always perches himself on the counter, right next to the stove, so he can lean over and read Itadori's lips as he talks. Sometimes Toge signs so wildly that they all worry he'll catch his sleeves on the open flame. 

Even with a pillow, stuffed with hand picked down, he still sleeps restlessly. He probably always will. The arm he drapes over you is tight, like he'd fall apart without you. 

Later, Yuuta might admonish them for wasting meat for the third day in a row, but now he relishes the smell- warm. salty. comforting. It fills the house and overpowers the tang of mildew that clings to the air. 

(When he met them both, there was fire. All consuming, it ate the edges of what used to be a pharmacy. The two of you had risked a lot to travel into town in search of antibiotics- later, he found out the same was true for the two strangers. The four of you stood and watched in horror as hope burned, a silent question hanging over all of you-- What now?)

Without either of them, this old farmhouse would still be bones. Itadori found the place sitting in a valley of fruit trees. Toge patched the roof while you began patching the windows, preparing for the upcoming winter.

Yuuta tilled the fields with his bare hands, the dark, fertile, soft soil staining his skin and nail beds. 

(He only thought about the woman he buried once, when he found a soft, weathered stone in the ground. )

(This morning, the same stone sits on the nightstand. )

Yuuta pulls you closer and buries his nose into the nape of your neck, his hand finding the weal of scarring on your side. Holding it has become second nature: pressure for the nights when it reopened, protection to keep you from turning in your sleep.  

The spot itself is still inflamed and puffy, with bits of fishing line forever trapped inside, but it's whole. That’s all he can ask for. It held you together for him. It held you together with him.

Your breathing shifts and Yuuta knows you’re awake; he presses open mouth kisses against your skin.  You move without looking, reaching behind you to tangle fingers in his shaggy, black hair and pull him closer, dragging him until his face finds yours. The first kiss is a chaste hello, nothing more but a fleeting thing, but you dip back in for a second, then a third. He knows his breath must taste like sleep and yet you pull him time and time again, like drinking him in is the most important thing in the world. 

With his eyes still closed, he still can find his favorite spots of you: the fat of your chest, the curve of your hip, the hem of your panties.  He’s mapped and explored every inch of your body countless times and yet he itches to travel again. You must feel the same; your nails gently brush over his jaw, his collarbone, his hipbone, traveling down to the elastic hem of his pants. It’s genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings, innocent and fleeting, but it grows, each kiss begetting another until each touch burns.

No words are exchanged- you both come together together silently.  As he peels your underwear to the side, you shimmy his pants down just far enough for his half hard cock to fall free and glaze your asscheek with precum. The heat of your pussy alone makes his hips stutter against you. The thin walls and floors give way to most sounds,  so he keeps his sounds as quiet as he can, speaking only in needy, keening breaths meant for you and you alone. 

Your real name is reserved for whispers across your skin when the two of you are alone. He anoints you with it like holy oil, bathes you in loving praise.

You whisper his name back as he enters you, filling you completely and fully.

There’s no rush to the roll of his hips or the press of his fingers, no push to finish anytime soon. Sex is nothing more than existing in the present as he loves you properly. If he could, this would last forever and the outside world would pause until it crumbled once again- 

Of course, the moment never stays. Your body stretches as you cum, partially trying to shake off the lull of sleep.  The side with the scar doesn't bend quite the same.  He follows suit, carefully pulling from your warmth and ruining the sheets below.

(‘What happens if you guys accidentally- ya know?’ Itadori gestured to his stomach as if holding a watermelon there, cradling something imaginary. The response at the time had been embarrassment and fear, but now, sometimes Yuuta longs for the possibility-- looks forward to the future where it happens.)

(That was the best part of all this. Finding things to look forward to again instead of always thinking back.)

As you both bask in each other, there's a knock at the door and you both quickly scramble to cover yourselves with the thin sheet. 

Toge cracks the door, hand jokingly over his eyes with splayed fingers, blocking nothing. Then, he brings his hands to his chest, dragging the middle fingers down with a flick, as if brushing off his clothes. With an accusatory point, he sticks out his tongue and silently gags in an over top display of disgust. 

"Relax, we aren't naked," Yuuta half lies with his pants around his knees and your nipples visible through the sheet. Sex tussled hair suits you.

Toge makes v-shapes with his hands and taps them together wildly before pointing again, a shit-eating grin smeared across his face. 

You gasp, mostly mockingly. "We were not fucking!" 

He nods with a roll of his eyes and a shit-eating grin. Yeah, sure. He taps all the fingers of his dominant hand against his lips twice -the sign for food- before closing the door.  You both wait until you hear him hit the bottom step, the rotten one that whines under weight, before relaxing.

"I’m just glad he wasn’t a couple minutes earlier.” you say as you scuttle out from Yuuta’s grasp. The morning light peeks through the slats of wood, painting half of his face with light as he cranes to follow. When you look back at him, the split of a smile across your face, Yuuta thinks this is how it must feel to be chosen by God, to bathe in something divine. 

 “Good morning, darling.” your words are holy with the weight they hold. Love unsaid hangs in the air.

 “Good, good morning, darling.” Yuuta says.

As you journey around the room, pulling on the cleanest bits of clothing you can find, you hum your morning song. It’s something your husband used to sing each morning, a song Yuuta only knows through your memories, and yet he sings along under his breath. When he joins in, you laugh, head thrown back with sheer joy.  Yuuta  takes the moment to admire you, in all your glory, in all your flaws, in all your humanity. The world outside these doors isn’t perfect. It’ll probably never return to where it was, but within these walls he has found sanctuary. 

Not just in your hands. In this whole… commune, for lack of a better term. The four of you have stability, have a makeshift family that you all carved into the bones of this home.  Chance was the thread that stitched you all together, but love is the hand that pulls it taut.

Sometimes, it feels like he’s always loved you.

 "When do you think it stopped being pretend?" Yuuta asks. 

"What?" 

"Loving each other." he clarifies. Yuuta clutches the chain around his neck without thinking. Your engagement ring, the one your husband gave you all those years ago, hangs around it, sitting low enough that sometimes it presses into his clavicle. It has lost its diamond, but it glitters all the same. "When did it stop being pretend?" 

You pull on a shirt that was once his. "Was it ever really?" 

The gold is warm against the calluses on his palm. He twists it over and over again to feel it catch against the silver links. Tick. Tick. Tick. He counts them endlessly to his own comfort, like a nun over her rosary. “I mean, of course it was.”

“Maybe it wasn’t full-on love, but I had a hunch.” you pause to consider, pursing your lips in thought,  "Maybe you just loved me like a stranger then. You love me like a wife now.”

When you dip to grab your pants from the floor, your own necklace falls from your shirt. The familiar green gem glints in the sunlight and, for the first time in a long time, Yuuta thinks of Rika.

 “I don’t think love ever dies or is born,” you say,  “It just changes shape or redirects.”

He used to think you have pieces of Rika in you. Now, the paradigm has shifted, time has passed, and she has pieces of you. He can’t imagine her voice anymore in the same way he can’t picture his mother’s face.

"Come on-" Itadori's voice bounces off the empty stairwell, "We're waiting!"

Toge claps in agreement. 

He used to hold the past too tightly, in hopes it never slips away, but letting go has brought him here. Moving forward isn’t forgetting. Loving again isn’t the death of first love.

"They're waiting, slow poke. Time to get going." you say, standing at the door.

Yuuta lets himself move on with the day. He gets up and pulls on his pants, the reinforced fabric tight against his knees both a reminder of what he’s lost and what he’s gained.  When you open the door and morning’s first light pours in, he can make out uneven stitching around the elbow of your shirt. Silvery white thread that he unraveled from his own clothing scraps, sewn by candlelight solely to dote on you, catches the sunlight.

Love doesn’t die, it just changes shape. His mom lives on in his needle pricked fingers, just as your husband lives on in broken choruses. 

(Inumaki's brother is in the sign language flourishes that only the five of you understand. Itadori's grandfather died before the fall and yet he joins you all at family breakfasts.)

“What’s with that face?” you ask from over your shoulder, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Nothing,” Yuuta says, “Just in love, I guess.”

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yuuta + “i’m all about you” pls :)

yuuta okkotsu x “i’m all about you”

requested from this prompt <3 (this is my very last evermore lyric prompt! thank you to everyone who participated :3)

Yuuta is a light sleeper, most of the time.

So on nights like tonight—where you toss and turn in an attempt to get comfortable—he’s awake with you.

“Yuuta,” his name comes out as a whisper when you lift your head from your pillow.

He rests on your shoulder, giving you a small hum in response, letting you know he’s awake and ready to acknowledge your shenanigans—whether he wants to or not.

“I can’t sleep,” you state the obvious. He groans against your shoulder, knowing that if you can’t sleep, then that means that he won’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Can we play the question game? It’ll help me relax,” you childishly insist.

His eyes flutter open and you stare at his side profile—it’s dark in your shared bedroom, but the glow of the table side alarm clock is illuminating the bridge of his nose nicely. He looks angelic.

“Sure,” he mutters. You feel his voice vibrate your chest, “Ask me somethin’, pretty.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

He thinks for a moment, when his voice comes out gruff and filled with sleep, “That one dish you make,” he decides on, “with the garlic and potatoes.”

You smile to yourself, “Didn’t know that one was your favorite.” He’d never mentioned liking that dish any more than your other ones, “I can make it more often.”

You feel his head slightly nod against your shoulder, agreeing with you.

“What’s your favorite smell?” you continue on.

“I like that one perfume you wear sometimes,” he replies almost instantaneously, “the one that smells kinda spicy, like cinnamon.”

“All of your answers have to do with me,” you speak up, tone accusatory. “I’m asking you about your favorites, not mine.”

“I’m all about you. Everything with you is my favorite,” he answers sweetly—you feel him leave a tiny kiss where your neck meets your shoulder. 

“That’s cheating,” you mumble into the crook of his neck. You feel his body slightly shake with laughter.

“Wanna know my favorite thing ‘bout you?” he asks.

You hum in acknowledgement, encouraging him to continue.  

“My favorite thing about you is when you go to sleep—”

You smack his chest lightly before he can even finish his sentence. 

The two of you eventually drift off to sleep, resting on one another, exchanging tiny giggles and kisses. 

This, Yuuta decides, is his favorite way to fall asleep.