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This. This is cinematic.

Leon Kennedy One Shot

Content: fluff, established relationship, allusion to mature themes (bondage?)but fades to black so no real NSFW wanted to keep it pg

Pairing: Leon X reader

Synopsis: You get bored and tie a ribbon around his bicep

A/N: I wrote the first bit of this when I was half asleep lol idk I thought it turned out bad but I reread, edited, and finished it and now I’m happy with it so enjoyyy ^_^ I think the concept is cute and I wanted to write it outside of a smutty context (even though technically it ends up there but whatever) have fun x

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“There!” You announce, sitting cross-legged on the couch while Leon works on his computer beside you. He’d been at it for hours, and you were admittedly a little bored. He kept saying “Almost done babe”, but that felt like hours ago now. So with nothing better to do, you decide to amuse yourself by getting some of your pink ribbon and tying the most perfect bow you could around his bicep while he typed away on some boring report. Leon had asked you what the hell you were doing, but you shrugged, and he just let you, most of his focus on work he needs to finish.

It had taken you way too many tries to get it this perfect, and you grin at your accomplishment as the tips of your fingers tickle the bunny ears of the satin bow. It’s something you’ve secretly always wanted to try. You loved his arms and seeing the delicate fabric of the ribbon tied around his muscles like some spiffy package that was all yours was tantalizing. It was satisfying to see his calloused muscles adorned with a signature of something that was so distinctly you, that you can’t help but feel a little spark of warmth and pride as a smile lights up your face.

He spares a glance over his shoulder at your little piece of art, a ghost of a smile not quite manifesting on his face in its entirety.

“Pretty.” He humors you, clicking his mousepad a couple of times in half-baked attention. You crinkle your nose, huffing a puff of air through it. Even if he’s mostly focused on work, he can’t help himself when it comes to giving you a little bit of a (lovingly) hard time. And he’d be lying if he told himself didn’t think your little pink ribbon was cute.

“Hey!” You protest as his bicep suddenly flexes, the ribbon popping at its tension point and fluttering onto the cushion of the couch.

“Stoppp…!” You draw out the word in a light-heartedly annoyed whine, picking the tatters of your little art piece off the couch.

You grab a new strand of ribbon, tying it around his bicep once again in three or four tries, biting your lip in concentration. Leon dulls an affectionate smirk as he watches you out of the corner of his eye, his attention shifting over more to your little antics. You lean back, blowing a strand of hair from your face.

He has to do it again.

“No don’t— no!” You scold, grabbing onto his arm when he begins to flex his bicep again. Your hands don’t fit all the way around of course, put you still push your palms towards each other into the muscle on either side, trying to force him to relax and not mess up your little masterpiece.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest and sending warm tingles down your back at the domesticity of it as he relaxes the muscle. It’s not often you see him this relaxed, and it feels really nice whenever you catch a glimpse of this side of him.

His computer is discarded, and in a flash he grabs your hands, pinning your wrists together as he reaches for your vulnerable sides. You erupt into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as he tickles you, his bicep flexing and relaxing under the ribbon still tied to his arm.

“Let’s see how you like it. C’mere.” He grabs a strand of ribbon himself, winding it around your wrists and tying them off so you’re stuck. You squeal as he throws your arms a loop around his neck, and nuzzles your nose and face, making you writhe and giggle beneath him ticklishly as his hands ruthlessly attack your sides.

Your elbows dig into his shoulders as you laugh, writhing wildly under him. Curse your ticklish spots and sensitive nerve endings, and screw him for knowing where they are.

“Stop! Sto-“ You’re cut off as his fingers flatten against your ribs and his lips abruptly press against yours in a breathless flare of a kiss.

Traces of breathless laughter spill from your mouth when he releases them, as your chest heaves up and down against his for air.

“I’m stuck!” Your wrists writhe against the bindings of silk, eliciting no reaction of sympathy from Leon like you intended. “Leon-“

“Nah, I like you like this.” Refusing to help you, he peck your lips again, pressing doting little kisses all over your cheeks and nose. You erupts into soft giggled again, making warmth flood through his chest and invigorate his tired muscles.

He pulls back again to look down at your rosy face.

“Untie me.”

His gaze flickers to the ceiling as if in thought momentarily before returning to you. His voice rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating into yours. “Mm… No.”

“Leon!” You whine, making him chuckle again and drop his lips to yours once more. He snatches you up in his arms so suddenly you squeal, fingers digging into the back of his shirt as he bounces you once in his arms for a better grip.

“I’ve got a pretty little package,” He says walking with you to your bedroom, nuzzling your face affectionately, making you show him that adorable smile he loves. “And I’m gonna open it.”

And open it he does.

All night long.

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"Finally in your arms." Satoru Gojo x reader (m/f/nb/everyone)

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

The sun was setting as Gojo waved off his students with an exaggerated stretch and a dramatic yawn. “You’re free for the day! Go cause some trouble—or not. Just don’t text me.” Itadori looked particularly betrayed, standing there with his movie ticket clutched in hand. “But I thought we were—”

“Change of plans, kid!” Gojo interrupted cheerfully, herding them all out the door. “Gotta prioritize the important things in life.” He shut the door before they could argue, grinning smugly. He’d made sure of his priorities today. You were finally back, and he wasn’t about to share a single moment of your time.

He waited for your arrival impatiently while checking his watch every five minutes. When he heard the buzzing sound of the door bell, he immediately open the door, seeing your figure after a long time

"You're here~"

When you arrived, suitcase still in hand, he barely let you finish saying hello before he insisted you crash at his place for the night.

he led you to the couch and had you sit down next to him. His expression become more serious but still holding a hint of excitement. There was a small smile on his face as he look at you. "You should have visited more often. I was getting bored, you know?"

"visits instead of sleeping over, right Satoru?" you tease, moving to stand up belfre he pushes you back down to sit “You’ll be more comfortable here! Besides, I missed you,” he said with a pout. Not long after showering (with a lot of effort to get the leech off you), you found yourself lounging on his couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he owned, with his head nestled against your stomach.

After a while of watching the second movie out of five you turn to him. “Y’know,” you teased, running your fingers through his snowy hair, “I think you orchestrated this whole thing just to be pampered.”

“Who, me?” he mumbled, the smugness in his voice undermined by the way his eyes fluttered shut as your nails lightly scratched his scalp. His long limbs sprawled out lazily, but his grip on your waist was firm, as if you might vanish again.

“Sure, sure,” you said with a laugh, watching his lashes flutter again. The warmth of the blanket, the quiet hum of the TV, and the soothing scent of your shampoo all conspired against him. Despite his best efforts, his breaths evened out, his body melting further into yours.

Smiling down at him, you whispered, “Guess I win this round, huh?” But he didn’t answer. Gojo was already fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way that made your heart ache. You tightened the blanket around you both, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Gojo was already fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way that made your heart ache. He looked so different like this—soft, unguarded, and free of the usual playful arrogance that he wore like armor. You tightened the blanket around you both, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest against your stomach as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Your gaze lingered on his features, tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, and the faint shadows under his eyes. He looked so utterly at peace, as though every burden he carried had melted away in your arms. You felt a pang of guilt settle in your chest, heavy and undeniable. You’d been away too long—too far from him, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that never stopped asking for more from him.

You reached up, brushing a thumb gently across his cheek. His skin was warm under your touch, and he shifted slightly, his breath hitching for a moment before settling back into steady rhythm. “I’m sorry,” you murmured softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of the TV. It wasn’t just an apology for being away; it was a promise to do better, to be here for him the way he always seemed to be for everyone else.

As you watched him sleep, a strange clarity washed over you. You’d always heard people talk about weakness—how it wasn’t just about your own shortcomings, but about the things, or the people, that could bring you to your knees. You’d never understood that before, not really. But now, as you looked down at him, you knew.

Gojo wasn’t a weakness in the way the world defined it, but he was your weakness. The one person who could make you question everything, who could make you feel vulnerable in a way nothing else could. And as terrifying as that realization was, it was also strangely comforting.

You ran your fingers through his hair one more time, letting your touch linger as a silent promise to give him more of what he deserved—more time, more care, more of you. For now, though, you held him close, the weight of his trust settling over you like a second blanket. Whatever tomorrow brought, you’d face it together.

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

Got this prompt from a prompt list on Tumblr (HAD to write this one out, especially after I took the most godly shower and skincare routine was done. Sniff me. No fr sniff me right now.)

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Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

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"Can't stop watching..." Student!Nanami x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)

Gojo’s ver - Geto's ver - Shoko's ver 𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

1 - An Uneventful Beginning:

Nanami first becomes aware of you in the most mundane way possible—when Principal Yaga hands him a folder and asks him to deliver it to you. He’s in the middle of something else, but he doesn’t argue, choosing instead to finish his task with quiet efficiency. When he finally finds you outside, he hands over the folder with a curt, “This is from Yaga. He said to read the last page carefully.”

You take the folder with a simple nod, your stoic demeanor matching his no-nonsense approach. Nanami thinks nothing of it at first, brushing the encounter aside as just another part of his day.

2 - An Unwanted Team-Up:

The next time he interacts with you, it’s during an impromptu mission. Yaga assigns the two of you to deal with a Grade 1 curse that’s popped up nearby. Nanami initially balks at the idea of working with someone he doesn’t know well, but he doesn’t voice his irritation.

During the fight, he notices how precise and efficient your movements are. There’s no wasted energy, no unnecessary theatrics—just cold, calculated action. It’s something he can respect, even if he doesn’t say it outright. Afterward, he quietly thanks you for your work, noting how your demeanor doesn’t change even in the heat of battle.

3 - A Growing Annoyance:

As luck would have it, Nanami keeps finding himself in situations where he has to interact with you. Whether it’s passing along messages from Yaga, being paired on another mission, or running into you during meetings, you somehow keep crossing paths. He doesn’t mind at first, but Gojo notices almost immediately and doesn’t hesitate to tease him about it.

“So, Nanami,” Gojo begins one day, slinging an arm around his younger classmate’s shoulders. “You and our mysterious Special Grade 1 seem to be spending a lot of time together. Coincidence? Or fate?”

“It’s neither,” Nanami replies, his voice clipped. “I’m simply following Yaga’s instructions.”

“Oh, come on,” Gojo laughs. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how cool they are. All stoic and mysterious, like some kind of lone wolf.”

Nanami sighs heavily, brushing Gojo off. “I have no time for this nonsense.”

4 - The Little Things:

Despite his protests, Nanami starts to notice the little things about you. The way you remain calm under pressure. The way you always seem to know exactly what needs to be done. The way your silence isn’t cold, but rather reflective, as if you’re carefully considering everything around you.

He finds himself respecting you more than he expected, though he doesn’t let it show.

5 - A Subtle Shift:

During one of your interactions, you surprise Nanami by offering a brief comment about his fighting style. “You’re efficient,” you say simply. It’s not much, but it catches him off guard. He nods in acknowledgment, unsure of how to respond.

Afterward, he finds himself replaying the moment in his mind, wondering why your words seem to hold more weight than they should.

6 - The Teasing Intensifies:

Gojo and Geto don’t let up. “Nanami’s got a crush,” Gojo sings one day, earning a sharp glare from Nanami. “It’s written all over his face.”

“I do not,” Nanami replies, exasperated. “And if you have time to bother me, you have time to finish your own work.”

“Defensive, huh?” Geto chimes in with a smirk. “That’s how you know it’s true.”

Nanami grits his teeth, determined to ignore them. But their teasing leaves him wondering if there’s more truth to their words than he wants to admit.

7 - Forced to Reflect:

One day, after another brief but efficient mission with you, Nanami finds himself reflecting on how much he’s come to appreciate your presence. You don’t waste words or actions, and there’s a quiet strength about you that he finds... grounding.

It’s not that he’s infatuated—he tells himself that firmly—but there’s a growing sense of admiration that he can’t quite shake.

8 - The Unexpected Gesture:

The turning point comes when you return a small favor without being asked. During a meeting, you casually hand him a document he forgot, saving him the trouble of backtracking to retrieve it. “You left this,” you say simply, as if it’s nothing.

Nanami is taken aback, not used to such gestures from someone as reserved as you. “Thank you,” he replies, his tone softer than usual.

9 - A Quiet Connection:

From then on, there’s a subtle shift in how Nanami interacts with you. He doesn’t go out of his way to seek you out, but when you’re around, he makes an effort to acknowledge you—a nod, a brief word of thanks, or even a rare comment about the task at hand.

You respond in kind, and though your interactions remain minimal, there’s a newfound sense of mutual respect between you.

10 - Acceptance:

Nanami doesn’t dwell on his growing interest in you. He’s not the type to overthink or chase after things unnecessarily. But he acknowledges to himself that he respects you deeply—and maybe, just maybe, there’s a part of him that wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, should the opportunity arise.

For now, though, he’s content with the quiet understanding that exists between you. And if Gojo teases him about it one more time, he might just request a solo mission to get some peace and quiet.

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I made sure to stay true to Nanami’s pragmatic nature even though the aim was slowly built interest in the reader (hehehe) while knowing nothing about them (lowkey I can relate to this). I had to focus a bit more than usual to keep his personality as exact whilst following the trope and I'm satisfied!! ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○

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"Through Her Eyes..." Student!Shoko x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)

Gojo’s ver - Geto's ver - Nanami ver 𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

1 - The First Sight:

Shoko’s first encounter with you happens during one of her many class-skipping smoke breaks. She’s leaning casually against a wall, cigarette between her fingers, when she notices you in the distance, walking toward Yaga’s office. You don’t look at her, your expression unreadable, but there’s something about your presence that makes her pause. You carry yourself with a calm confidence that doesn’t demand attention but commands it anyway.

She exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching as you disappear into the building. “Special Grade 1, huh?” she murmurs to herself, vaguely recalling something she overheard Gojo say in passing. You’re different, she decides, though she can’t quite put her finger on why.

2 - Idle Curiosity:

At first, Shoko doesn’t think much of it. She’s seen plenty of strong sorcerers come and go, most of them loud and full of themselves. But something about you lingers in her mind. Maybe it’s the way you seem completely uninterested in the school and its people, or maybe it’s the air of mystery that surrounds you. Either way, she finds herself looking for you whenever she’s near Yaga’s office.

3 - Watching From Afar:

It takes a few more sightings before Shoko realizes her curiosity has grown into something more pointed. She’s not obsessive—far from it—but she catches herself lingering longer outside during her breaks, hoping for a glimpse of you. She tells herself it’s just because you’re interesting, nothing more. But when she notices the way her eyes track your movements, she knows there’s something about you she can’t ignore.

4 - Breaking the Routine:

The first time she tries to approach you, it’s casual. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself. She spots you walking down the hallway after one of your meetings with Yaga and times her stride to match yours. “Special Grade 1, huh?” she says, her tone light and teasing. “You must be important if Yaga keeps calling you in.”

Your response is brief—a polite but cool acknowledgment before you move on. Shoko doesn’t press further, letting you go with a small shrug. But the encounter leaves her intrigued. You didn’t brush her off completely, but you didn’t invite her in either.

5 - Building Tension:

Shoko isn’t one to overthink things, but you’ve got her attention now. She starts noticing the little things about you: the way you carry yourself, the way you rarely linger in one place, the way you seem completely unfazed by the chaos around you. There’s something quietly impressive about your composure, and Shoko can’t help but want to know more.

Still, she doesn’t chase after you. She’s patient, biding her time and waiting for the right moment to approach you again.

6 - The Second Attempt:

The next time Shoko crosses paths with you, it’s outside. She’s leaning against her usual wall, cigarette in hand, when you walk past. This time, she doesn’t let you go without saying something. “You’re always so serious,” she remarks, her tone lazy but not unkind. “Doesn’t it get tiring?”

You pause for a moment, glancing at her before continuing on your way. But there’s something in your expression—a flicker of amusement, perhaps?—that makes Shoko smirk. Progress, she thinks.

7 - Acknowledging the Gap:

Shoko knows you’re not the type to open up easily. She doesn’t expect you to. But the more she observes you, the more she finds herself wanting to bridge the gap between you, even if only a little. It’s not about getting close—it’s about understanding what makes you tick. And maybe, just maybe, earning a bit of your attention in return.

8 - The Breakthrough:

It happens unexpectedly. You’re walking past her usual smoking spot, and this time, you give her a small nod—a silent acknowledgment that catches her off guard. Shoko raises an eyebrow but doesn’t miss a beat. She gives you a casual wave, the corners of her lips quirking up in a faint smile.

It’s not much, but it’s something. And for someone like you, Shoko knows that even the smallest gestures carry weight.

9 - Mutual Recognition:

From then on, there’s an unspoken understanding between you. You don’t talk much, but when you cross paths, there’s a quiet acknowledgment—a nod, a wave, sometimes even a brief exchange of words. Shoko doesn’t push for more, content with the progress she’s made.

10 - Reflecting on the Change:

Shoko doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but she feels a sense of satisfaction knowing she’s managed to break through your stoic exterior, even if only slightly. “They’re not so bad,” she remarks one day to no one in particular, exhaling a stream of smoke.

It’s a far cry from the dynamic you share with others, but for Shoko, it’s enough. She’s not interested in changing you or making you open up completely. She’s just glad to have found a small connection in the midst of all the chaos.

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This one was so fun, I don't know why people don't write more fics in Shoko. WE NEED MOREEEEE!!!

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"Just One Glance..." Student!Geto x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)

Gojo’s ver - Shoko's ver - Nanami ver 𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

1 - The First Glimpse:

Geto first notices you during one of your private meetings with Yaga. He’s not one to jump to conclusions, but there’s an air about you that commands attention—an unshakable presence that doesn’t try to impress yet leaves an impression nonetheless. Unlike Gojo, who might blurt out something cheeky, Geto quietly observes from afar, his curiosity growing the longer you remain an enigma.

2 - The Quiet Intrigue:

Your stoic demeanor piques Geto’s interest. He finds himself wondering about the reason behind your visits to Yaga. Are you discussing sorcery? Missions? Family ties? There’s no obvious answer, and that mystery pulls at him in a way he doesn’t quite understand. When he casually mentions you to Gojo or Shoko, he does so in an almost offhanded way, careful to mask his growing intrigue.

3 - Controlled Curiosity:

Unlike Gojo’s playful attempts at interaction, Geto is more subtle in his approach. He doesn’t go out of his way to force encounters, but when you’re near, he makes it a point to observe you—your movements, your voice, the way you carry yourself. He’s analytical, trying to piece together the puzzle of who you are. Still, your cold, indifferent demeanor makes it difficult for him to figure you out, which only deepens his fascination.

4 - Shared Silence:

One day, Geto finds himself in the same space as you while waiting for Yaga. Neither of you says a word, but the silence feels charged, almost like a test of wills. Geto doesn’t push for conversation, respecting your apparent preference for quiet. Yet, in the stillness, he finds himself drawn to your composed presence. It’s not often he meets someone who doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence—and he finds it oddly refreshing.

5 - A Subtle Shift:

Geto starts noticing himself going out of his way to catch a glimpse of you. He lingers a little longer outside Yaga’s office or positions himself in places where he knows you’ll pass by. When Gojo teases him about it, he brushes it off with a calm, “I’m just curious.” But deep down, he knows it’s more than that. He’s not just curious about who you are as a sorcerer—he wants to know who you are beneath that stoic exterior.

6 - Observing Your Strength:

The first time he sees you in action is during a chance encounter on a mission. You move with precision and purpose, your skills rivaling even the most seasoned sorcerers. Geto doesn’t say anything, but there’s a flicker of admiration in his eyes as he watches you. You’re not just powerful—you’re composed in a way that feels almost untouchable. It’s this untouchability that makes him want to get closer, even though he knows it won’t be easy.

7 - The Quiet Challenge:

Unlike Gojo, Geto doesn’t try to make you laugh or react. Instead, he challenges you in subtle ways—posing thoughtful questions during brief conversations or making quiet observations that seem designed to provoke a response. Sometimes you reply, sometimes you don’t. But every interaction, no matter how brief, leaves him thinking about you long after you’ve walked away.

8 - A Growing Obsession:

Geto starts to notice how much space you occupy in his mind. It’s not just your strength or your stoic nature—it’s the way you remain unaffected by the world around you, including him. For someone like Geto, who’s used to being seen and understood by those close to him, your indifference feels like a puzzle he can’t solve. And yet, he doesn’t resent it. If anything, it makes him respect you even more.

9 - The Friends’ Perspective:

Shoko and Gojo are the first to catch on. Shoko casually remarks, “You’ve been unusually quiet lately. Thinking about something—or someone?” Gojo, of course, takes every opportunity to tease him about his “mysterious new fascination.” Geto doesn’t deny it, but he doesn’t confirm it either. He simply gives them his usual calm smile, keeping his thoughts to himself.

10 - A Moment of Vulnerability:

The closest he comes to revealing his feelings is during a rare moment of honesty with Shoko. “There’s something... different about them,” he admits, his voice low and thoughtful. “They don’t try to impress anyone. They just... are.” Shoko raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press him further. She knows Geto well enough to understand that when he feels something deeply, he prefers to let it unfold in his own time.

11 - The Lingering Glance:

One day, as you’re leaving yet another meeting with Yaga, you glance at Geto. You, without any prompting or attempt at catching your attention, scan the room until your eyes land on him. It’s brief—so fleeting he wonders if he imagined it—but for a moment, your eyes meet. There’s no smile, no expression, just a look. And yet, it stays with him, replaying in his mind long after you’re gone. For the first time, he wonders if maybe—just maybe—you’ve noticed him too.

12 - The Long Game:

Geto doesn’t rush things. He’s patient, willing to wait for as long as it takes to understand you. In the meantime, he finds himself drawn not just to your strength but to the quiet moments when your presence feels like a steady anchor in his increasingly chaotic world. Whether or not you ever open up to him, he knows one thing for sure: you’ve already made a lasting impression on him, one that won’t fade anytime soon.

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

And that concludes Suguru’s version!! Tried my best to keep him from being OOC and I think it's pretty good hehehe

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JUJUTSU KAISEN - MASTERLIST

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Gojo

1 - "Look at me..." Student!Gojo x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB) (🌸)

2 -"Finally in your arms." Satoru Gojo x reader (m/f/nb/everyone)(🌸)

Geto

1 - "Just One Glance..." Student!Geto x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)(🌸)

2 -....

Nanami

1 -"Can't stop watching..." Student!Nanami x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)(🌸)

Shoko

1 -"Through Her Eyes..." Student!Shoko x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB) (🌸)

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"Look at me..." Student!Gojo x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)

Geto’s ver - Shoko's ver - Nanami ver 𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

1 - The First Meeting:

It starts when Gojo first sees you in a meeting with Masamichi Yaga in a secluded area of Jujutsu High. His curiosity piques when he sees a sorcerer of your caliber—one not affiliated with the school (though the age of most of the students, almost passing off as one)—exuding a quiet but undeniable power. You’re calm, reserved, and composed, completely different from Gojo's usual playful energy, which only intrigues him more. You barely acknowledge his presence, and that just makes him want to know more about you.

2 - Subtle Beginnings:

At first, Gojo tries to play it off like it’s no big deal. But his friends, Geto and Shoko, start noticing him lingering around Yaga’s office, waiting for you to show up. Geto raises an eyebrow, smirking, while Shoko simply observes, knowing that Gojo’s “harmless” infatuation could lead to something more amusing than he realizes.

3 - Uninvited Encounters:

Gojo doesn’t let the cold indifference you show him get to him. He begins “accidentally” crossing your path more frequently—usually in the hallways, by the cafeteria, or even outside near the gates. His usual cocky attitude doesn’t faze you, but Gojo can’t help but find it amusing that he’s the one trying to make you notice him, rather than the other way around.

4 - The Playful Approach:

He gets more daring in his attempts to get your attention. Sometimes he’ll crack jokes or give you those dramatic, over-the-top greetings like “Oh! It’s you, the mysterious Special Grade 1 Sorcerer! I must be blessed by fate to see you again!” His friends often exchange glances, silently debating whether or not they should step in and save him. But they know Gojo’s persistence won’t back down, even if you don’t respond.

5 - The Silent Challenge:

You remain indifferent, your cold demeanor not wavering. But Gojo’s efforts only grow. One day, he takes it a step further and challenges you to a friendly sparring match. He’s hoping that perhaps you’ll let down your guard a bit during the fight, but you're completely stoic, not even flinching when he pushes you to your limits. He gets an adrenaline rush from the fact that you won’t react to him, which makes him want to break through your walls even more.

6 - Getting Noticed (Finally!!):

One day, after a particularly challenging mission, Gojo catches a glimpse of you talking to Yaga. There’s a moment where you give him a short, almost imperceptible soft glance, and for the first time, Gojo’s heart skips a beat. He can’t be sure if it’s just a casual look, but to him, it’s everything. He smirks to himself, knowing he’s finally started to get under your skin, even if it’s just a little.

7 - Getting Closer:

There’s an unexpected warmth in the way Gojo treats you now. He might still joke around, but there’s an underlying tenderness in his words when he speaks to you. He’s no longer trying to force an interaction but rather seeks you out when he senses that you might need assistance. Whether it's with a cursed object, a piece of advice, or just an awkward silence between the two of you, Gojo gradually becomes more attuned to your needs.

8 - Observing in Silence:

Geto and Shoko are the first to realize Gojo’s interest.

“He’s been unusually quiet,” Shoko says, watching as Gojo stares out the window, clearly lost in thought. “Bet he’s thinking about that Special Grade sorcerer.”

“Oh, you mean the one who looks like they’d rather fight a cursed spirit than talk to him?” Geto teases.

Gojo denies it, of course. “What? No! I’m just intrigued. They’re so mysterious, you know?"

Shoko and Geto begin to notice the subtle shifts in Gojo’s behavior. He's no longer his usual cocky self, especially when it comes to you. His attempts to make you laugh or get a reaction from you have become more genuine. Even though you stay cold and composed, Gojo begins to understand the weight behind your stoicism—perhaps a deep well of unspoken emotions or the weight of your responsibilities as a Special Grade 1 sorcerer. It doesn’t deter him; if anything, it draws him closer.

9 - Quiet Moments:

The real breakthrough comes during a rare, quiet moment after a mission. The two of you are sitting side by side in an empty room, the silence comfortable for the first time. Gojo speaks gently, not in his usual teasing tone but with sincerity. “You know, you’re the only person who can actually make me shut up for five minutes,” he says, giving you a playful smirk. This time, though, you glance at him—just for a second—and he feels a flicker of something more between you.

10 - Unspoken Understanding:

By now, Gojo has become almost hopelessly infatuated with you, in a way that’s different from his usual flirty nature. He doesn’t need you to fall for him right away, but he enjoys the challenge and the quiet moments he shares with you. He loves that you’re someone who doesn’t simply melt at his charms but rather makes him work for your attention. And maybe, just maybe, there’s a spark of something in your gaze every time he teases you—something he plans to explore, no matter how long it takes.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! I liked the idea of strictly focusing on Gojo’s pov like how crushes are in real life. It's difficult to gage people's minds and thoughts of you when u often think about the so much and the less you know, the more they draw you in and cooler they are! For all he knows the reader wasn't so indifferent from the start. That's power of POV for you. Like and repost!! My account is practically dead *sympathy wanting sobs intensify* also will be doing a Geto and Shoko ver tomorrow!!!

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Cram Sessions

Izuku Midoriya x reader (NB)

Midoriya Izuku's eyes went wide when you approached him about studying together for the upcoming U.A. exams. A light blush dusted his freckled cheeks as he nodded vigorously, mumbling about how studying collectively could enhance everyone's academic performance. Little did you know, this angelic boy harbored a not-so-innocent crush on you.

For the next two weeks, you and Midoriya could be found tucked away in quiet corners of the library, pouring over textbooks and quizzing each other relentlessly. At first, Midoriya was a bundle of nervous energy, his emerald eyes darting anywhere but your face as you leaned in to examine his notes.

However, as the study sessions progressed, a newfound confidence seemed to blossom within the timid hero-in-training. Where he'd once stumble over his words, he began explaining concepts with clarity and conviction, his eyes shining with unbridled passion.

Midoriya proved to be an excellent study partner – attentive, inquisitive, and genuinely invested in ensuring you understood the material. He'd pause frequently to ask if you had any questions, hanging on your every word with rapt interest.

On more than one occasion, you caught him staring a little too long, his gaze drifting from the textbook to your face with an almost wistful expression. Midoriya would then start mumbling under his breath, a habit you'd learned meant his mind was racing at a million miles per minute.

Uraraka, ever the insightful best friend, couldn't resist teasing Midoriya about his not-so-subtle infatuation. During one of your breaks, she bounded over and plopped down beside you two with a mischievous grinder.

"Getting some extra 'tutoring' in, are we Midoriya?" she said with an exaggerated wink, causing the green-haired boy to sputter and turn beet red.

"W-we're just studying, Uraraka!" Midoriya protested, his freckles almost disappearing beneath his crimson blush. "There's nothing else going on, I swear!"

You tilted your head in confusion, missing the implication entirely, while Uraraka laughed and ruffled Midoriya's hair affectionately. The poor boy looked like he wanted to melt into the floor from embarrassment.

As Uraraka retreated with a parting salute, Midoriya groaned and hid his face in his hands. You placed a comforting hand on his arm, startling him.

"Don't mind Uraraka, she's just being silly," you said with an easy smile. "Now, where were we? I think I was understanding the physics calculations until that last practice problem..."

Midoriya's blush returned full force as you leaned over the textbook, your faces mere inches apart. Up close, he couldn't help but notice how your lashes fanned across your cheeks, or the entrancing way your brow furrowed when you were deep in thought.

Shaking himself from his daze, Midoriya took a steadying breath and launched into a thorough explanation, his nervous stutter slowly giving way to confidence once more. Your eyes lit up with comprehension, and you beamed at him with such warmth that he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

These study sessions, while academically productive, were also slowly becoming a form of sublime torture for the freckled hero. Every smile, every brush of your shoulders as you pored over the same book, Every murmured "thank you" as he helped you grasp a difficult concept – they all compounded the growing affection burning brightly within him.

By the time exams rolled around, you were fully prepared, thanks largely to Midoriya's tireless efforts and patience. As you exchanged bashful high-fives after the last test, he couldn't help but wonder what studying for the next set of exams might bring.

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Study Sessions

Bakugou Katsuki x reader (NB)

Despite his gruff exterior and tendency to lash out, Bakugo is actually quite knowledgeable when it comes to academics. He may yell at his friends for "being extras," but he takes studying seriously as part of his goal to become the #1 hero.

When you first approach him about studying together for the 2 weeks before a major UA exam, Bakugo's immediate reaction is to scoff and reject the idea outright. "As if I'd waste my time with an extra like you," he sneers. But there's the slightest tint on his cheeks that gives away his state.

You persist, however, insisting that you'll cover any areas he struggles with as well in exchange. Begrudgingly, Bakugo agrees, muttering something about you "getting in the way of his own studies."

In the quiet of the library, with just the two of you poring over textbooks, Bakugo's typical bravado melts away. You catche yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the determined furrow of his brow as he does his work, or when he's in deep focus trying to asses if you made any visible mistakes you could correct together.

To your surprise, Bakugo is an incredibly patient and effective tutor when he's in this mellowed-out headspace. He explains concepts clearly, using vivid metaphors that stick in your mind. "Imagine the laws of physics are the verbal lashings pushing you in the right direction," he says with unexpected wisdom.

There are even times when you manage to grasp an idea before he does, and rather than exploding in frustration, Bakugo simply blinks and asks you to walk him through it again. The shift in his usual demeanor is so jarring that you have to pinch yourself to make sure it's really happening.

When you nail a particularly tricky practice question, pride blooms in your chest when his crimson eyes read it over, a small nod of acknowledgement. "Not bad, (L/N)..." he mumbles, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Keep that up and you might not be such a dead weight after all."

There's an unguarded tenderness to the way he watches you work 1 week in, his usual scowls relaxing into the microscopic hint of a smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest. In these quiet moments, you catch glimpses of the real Bakugo hiding underneath all that bluster.

Of course, the blustery Bakugo inevitably resurfaces when your study sessions end and you return to the hustle of the classroom. He'll loudly berate you for taking so long or getting distracted. But you'll just smile to yourself, knowing you've seen the explosive boy's almost serene side.

As you leave the library, wondering how someone so coarse could also be so attentive and insightful, Bakugo watches you go in silence before regrouping with his friends.

By the time your test rolls around, you're prepared and confident thanks to Bakugo's tutelage. And while he'd never admit it out loud, there's a part of him that hopes you'll ask for his "help" again very soon. Maybe in the next terms exam.

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"C r u s h , c r u s h , c r u s h ."

Bakugou Katsuki x reader - (NB)

• Bakugo's crush on you started innocently enough - he begrudgingly admired your work ethic and quirk control during training sessions. But then he noticed the way your (e/c) eyes squinted slightly when you concentrated, and the adorable crinkle of your nose when you were deep in thought, and suddenly his heart was exploding like one of his nicely aimed AP shots.

• Whenever you're in the vicinity, Bakugo can't help but sneak glances your way, only to whip his head around with a fierce scowl when someone (usually Kaminari) catches him staring. "I wasn't looking at that loser, you idiot!" he'll growl, tiny explosions sparking at his fingertips.

• Mina and Sero live for teasing Bakugo about his crush, much to his chagrin. They'll make over-exaggerated googly eyes at him whenever you walk by, or loudly proclaim things like, "There goes the love of Bakugo's life!" This inevitably results in Bakugo chasing them around, threatening bodily harm if they don't shut their "damn traps."

• There's a running bet among the class on when (or if) Bakugo will finally admit his feelings. Kaminari has money on "Never, he's too proud." Mina is convinced he'll blurt it out in a fit of rage someday. Kirishima just wants his bro to be happy.

• In the rare moments when Bakugo musters the courage to talk to you, he instantly reverts to a flustered, stuttering mess. His ears burn bright red as he tries (and fails) to act casual, inevitably resorting to angry yelling to cover up his embarrassment. "Quit staring at me like that, (L/N)! Don't you have better things to do than bother me?"

• Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugo is incredibly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they'll find themselves on the receiving end of his explosive fury. He insists it's just because you're a fellow hero-in-training and he refuses to let his talents be outshone, but the class knows the truth.

• There's a notebook buried deep in Bakugo's room where he's meticulously analyzed all your quirk's capabilities, strong points, and areas for improvement. In the margins, doodles of your face and little explosions shaped like hearts decorate the pages. If anyone ever found it, he'd simply combust from mortification.

• During particularly intense battles or training exercises, Bakugo finds himself pushing harder than ever before, determined to impress you with his skills. Afterwards, he'll try to play it cool, like your presence had no effect on him whatsoever. But the glow of pride on his face when you compliment his power is unmistakable.

• You, precious reader, remain delightfully oblivious to Bakugo's inner turmoil. You see him as a passionate classmate and respected rival, making his crush on you all the more endearing (and frustrating) for the explosive boy. The rest of Class 1-A watches on in amusement, waiting for the inevitable explosion when Bakugo's feelings finally reach critical mass.

• No matter how much he growls and glares, at the end of the day Bakugo is an awkward teenage boy stumbling through his first real crush. And while his methods are unorthodox (and often involve yelling), his feelings for you are as bright and dazzling as one of his explosive blasts, lighting up the sky for all to see.

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"Staggered to meet you"

Neito Monoma x reader (F)

Neito Monoma swaggered into the Gym Gamma training arena, his blond hair perfectly coiffed and his U.A. uniform impeccably pressed. Flashing his trademark smirk, he scanned the crowd of students until his gaze landed on you - a relatively unremarkable member of Class 1-A.

"Well, well, if it isn't little (Y/N)," he drawled, sauntering over. "I was hoping to spar against one of the elite students today, but I suppose you'll have to do."

You narrowed your eyes as Monoma lazily twirled a lock of hair around his finger. His incessant teasing and constant attempts to rile up your class had become tiresome. But today, you were determined to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Bring it on, Monoma," you retorted, cracking your knuckles. "Maybe you'll finally get that ego of yours knocked down a few pegs."

Monoma let out a derisive laugh. "My, my, such confidence! Though I can hardly blame you for being starstruck in my presence." He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes glinting with Challenge. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

The match began, and almost immediately, Monoma's copied quirks gave him the upper hand. Bursts of fire scorched the arena floor as he unleashed a barrage of attacks. You dodged and weaved, biding your time as he continued his relentless assault.

Then, just as Monoma began to tire, you saw your opening. With a speed he didn't anticipate, you closed the distance between you, your fist connecting squarely with his chiseled jaw.

Monoma's eyes went wide with shock as he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet and crashing to the ground in an undignified heap. The entire class erupted into raucous laughter and cheers as the great Neito Monoma found himself flat on his back, staring up at you in disbelief.

"Impossible..." he mumbled, gingerly prodding his soon-to-be-bruised jaw. "How could I, the elite Neito Monoma, be floored by someone from the inferior Class 1-A?"

You offered him a sarcastic smile and a hand up. "I guess all that ego finally caught up to you," you quipped, trying (and failing) to stifle a giggle at his ruffled appearance.

As the days passed, Monoma found his thoughts continually drifting back to that fateful sparring session. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't shake the image of you standing over him, your (h/c) hair tousled and a triumphant grin on your face.

It was... oddly captivating.

He started noticing little things about you that he'd never paid attention to before. The way your nose scrunched up when you concentrated in class. The melodic lilt of your laugh as you joked with your friends. The confident sway of your walk as you strode down the hallway.

Monoma caught himself staring more than once, only to be met with a quizzical look or a teasing remark from his classmates. He tried to brush it off, but the truth became increasingly difficult to ignore.

Neito Monoma, the self-proclaimed "elite" who looked down on Class 1-A, had developed a massive, all-consuming crush on you.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks one afternoon as he watched you sparring with Midoriya. You moved with a grace and power that

left him slack-jawed, and when you caught his eye and flashed him a lopsided grin, his heart did a traitorous little flip in his chest.

Monoma was officially smitten.

From that day on, his attempts to get under your skin took on a new, almost flirtatious undertone. He went out of his way to seek you out, always finding an excuse to be in your vicinity. Mundane things like watching you take notes in class or eat your lunch suddenly became fascinating displays worthy of his utmost attention.

"Eyes up here, Monoma," you'd tease whenever you caught him staring, causing his cheeks to flush a vivid shade of crimson.

His classmates mercilessly ribbed him about his not-so-subtle infatuation, but Monoma couldn't bring himself to care. He was a man on a mission - a mission to win your heart, no matter how bruised his ego became in the process.

After all, he reasoned to himself, a little humility was a small price to pay for the affection of someone as amazing as you. And if getting knocked down a peg or two was what it took, then Neito Monoma would gladly kiss the ground you walked on.

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"Letter to you"

Julian Devorak x reader (NB) (🥀)

Julian Devorak sat by the riverside, the gentle flow of the water a soothing backdrop to his whirling thoughts. The weight of his responsibilities as a doctor and magician in the bustling city of Vesuvia seemed to bear down on him, and the riverbank offered a rare moment of solitude.

With a weathered journal in hand, he poured his frustrations onto the page, the scratch of his quill punctuating each furious scribble. The worries that kept him awake at night, the doubts that crept in every time he tended to a patient, the loneliness that clung to him like a shroud – they all spilled forth in a torrent of ink.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Julian tore a page from his journal. With deft fingers, he folded the parchment into a small boat, running his thumb along the creases to smooth them. For a moment, he stared at the tiny vessel, a physical manifestation of the burdens he longed to cast off.

Taking a deep breath, he placed the paper boat into the river's gentle current, watching as it bobbed and drifted away, carrying his worries with it. A sense of lightness washed over him, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Days turned to weeks, and Julian found himself returning to the riverbank, time and time again. Each visit, he would write, fold, and release another paper boat, the simple ritual becoming a cherished respite from the chaos of his life.

Then, one day, something caught his eye – a tiny object drifting towards him, carried by the river's flow. As it drew nearer, Julian's heart skipped a beat. It was a folded parchment, not unlike the boats he had sent forth, but this one bore the unmistakable marks of having been handled and written upon.

With trembling hands, he plucked the paper boat from the water and unfolded it, his eyes widening as he read the words scrawled across the page. They were words of comfort, of understanding, as if written by a kindred spirit who had borne witness to his innermost thoughts and fears.

From that day on, Julian found himself engaged in a silent exchange, sending his worries downstream and receiving solace in return. The handwriting was elegant yet warm, the words a balm for his weary soul.

With each passing day, Julian felt himself growing attached to this mysterious correspondent, their empathy and insight becoming a lifeline in his tumultuous world. He found himself eagerly awaiting their responses, savoring each carefully crafted phrase as if it were a precious gem.

Yet, part of him hesitated to take the connection further. What if meeting the person behind the words shattered the magic they had cultivated? What if their bond, forged through the ephemeral language of the river, could not withstand the harsh light of reality?

Julian's heart ached with the desire to know them, to gaze upon the face of the one who had become his dearest confidant. But fear held him back, the fear of losing the one thing that had brought him solace in his darkest hours.

Then, one fateful day, another paper boat appeared, carried by the gentle current. Julian's hands shook as he unfolded it, his eyes scanning the familiar script.

"Dearest Julian, our connection has brought me more joy than I can express. If you are willing, I would be honored to meet you in person, to put a face to the kindred spirit I have come to cherish."

Julian's breath caught in his throat, his heart thundering in his chest. This was the moment he had both longed for and dreaded, the crossroads where their bond would either deepen or dissolve.

Swallowing hard, he made his decision.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the riverbank, Julian waited with bated breath. Doubts flickered through his mind like

fireflies in the gathering dusk. What if he had misread the situation? What if his correspondent was disappointed by the man behind the words?

Then, he saw a figure approach, silhouetted against the fiery colors of the setting sun. As they drew nearer, Julian's doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of awe that stole his breath.

Before him stood a vision of beauty, their features both striking and warm, their eyes shining with an intelligence and empathy that Julian recognized instantly. A gentle smile graced their lips as they held out their hand in greeting.

In that moment, Julian knew that his fears had been unfounded. This was no mere correspondence, no fleeting connection destined to fade. This was the beginning of something profound, a bond forged not just through words but through a true understanding of one another's souls.

As he took their hand, feeling the warmth and solidity of their touch, Julian felt a sense of rightness settle over him. No longer would he face the world alone, for he had found a kindred spirit, a partner to walk beside him on the journey ahead.

The river's gentle murmurs seemed to echo their unspoken promise – that no matter what challenges lay before them, they would navigate the currents together, buoyed by the love and understanding they had discovered in the most unexpected of places.

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Tiny : These will simply be fandoms I am interested in and know enough to write on whether it's a request or my own work.

P.s. Feel free to recommend anything I didn't watch.

ANIME : My Hero academia, Naruto, Bleach, A Silent Voice, Jujutsu Kaisen, Avatar (ATLA), One Piece, Slam Dunk, Haikyuu, Violet Evergarden, Wotakoi, DBZ, Gintama, The Promise Neverland, Noragami, Monster, Heavenly delusion, My Little Monster, Death Parade.

MOVIES : Brave Citizen, Scream, Alive (kdrama), The Maze Runner, Harry Potter, How to train your dragon, Raya (ATLD), Spiderman: into the spidervers, Spiderman 2, Money Heist (2017).

WEBTOON : A Good Day To Be A Dog, Lookism, Your Letter, Ecstasy Hearts, After School Lessons For Unripe Apples, Super Secret, My Deepest Secret.