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I really wanna write a love and deepspace fic so bad I'm tweaking out. (Also, I just found out a lot of ppl I know. irl use that app, and I still can't pick my jaw off the ground. I'm talking ppl I never expected to be in the otome genre or anything related lmao)

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"Tumbling into You" - Nanami Kento x playful reader (nb)

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You’ve always marched to the beat of your own drum—even when it comes to something as simple as a hug. You remember that early day all too well: Kento had asked for a proper embrace, and you, with that trademark mischievous glint in your eye, sidled in for a half-hug instead. Leaning against him just enough to spark a smirk, you teased, “What? Something wrong?” Though his features momentarily clouded with puzzlement, you could see the warmth behind his eyes as he learned to appreciate your defiant playfulness.

Years have passed since those first awkward, yet endearing, encounters. Now, you and Kento share a quiet life defined by a dance of teasing banter and tender moments—a love built on your polar opposites finding common ground. On this particular afternoon, the light streams softly through your living room, casting gentle shadows that mirror the playful mood between you two. Kento, ever the composed one, looks at you with a mixture of fond exasperation and affection as he asks for a kiss in that low, earnest tone you know so well.

Of course, your first instinct is to stick to your rebellious streak. With a quick, almost imperceptible smirk, you tilt in for a fleeting peck, then—true to form—bolt away before he can properly savor the moment. But today, things don’t go exactly as planned.

In your haste to escape your usual routine, you find yourself perched precariously on his lap. When you make your move, you try to dodge the comforting weight of his arms as they instinctively reach out to hold you close. Instead of your practiced, graceful retreat, you overestimate your dash. Your legs scramble for balance as you simultaneously attempt to slip off his lap and sidestep his enclosing embrace. The result? A comical collision of momentum and gravity sends you stumbling backwards until you land with a soft, ungraceful plop on your butt. A whine of frustrated surprise escapes your lips as you sit there, a mix of indignation and sheepish amusement washing over you.

For a brief, suspended moment, Kento simply stares at you in disbelief. His eyes, usually so reserved and stoic, soften as they crinkle at the corners. Pressing his lips together in a vain effort to hide the smile threatening to break free, he shakes his head slowly, a silent declaration that despite your antics, he finds your every quirk utterly irresistible.

With tender care, he steps forward and helps you back onto your feet, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, familiar embrace. In that moment, the playful chaos of your defiance melts away into something far more sincere—a quiet, unspoken truth that says, despite all the teasing and the playful disobedience, you are exactly who he loves.

And as always, with that gentle, knowing look in his eyes, Kento seals his affection not with words, but with a soft, lingering kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes—a promise of understanding, of acceptance, and of a love that finds its strength in every playful misstep along the way.

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Thought of this after coming across this fic and had to write this asap!!! I'd be lying if I didn't admit that this is, in fact, how I act. I can't help it mahn (●´ε｀●)

Me and Kento darling rn:

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ARCANE MASTERLIST

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Viktor

1 - "A Scientist and The Ballet of Hextech" - Viktor x Male Danseur Reader.

2 - ....

Crickets...

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"A Scientist and The Ballet of Hextech" - Viktor x Male Danseur Reader.

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The grand hall is alive with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the soft rustle of silk and satin. Viktor stands near the back, leaning on his cane, his sharp eyes scanning the room with mild disinterest. Jayce had insisted he attend, claiming it would be “good for networking,” but Viktor would much rather be in his lab, tinkering with his latest project.

The lights dim, and the audience falls silent. The curtains part, and the performance begins. Viktor’s gaze is drawn to the figure at the center of the stage—the danseur. His movements are precise, fluid, and filled with an intensity that makes it impossible to look away. Viktor finds himself leaning forward slightly, his analytical mind momentarily silenced by the raw emotion on display.

But then it happens—a tiny misstep, so small that no one else seems to notice. Viktor’s sharp eyes catch the flash of rage in the danseur’s eyes, the way his jaw tightens for the briefest moment before he continues as if nothing happened. The performance ends, and the danseur strides offstage before the applause can even begin. Viktor watches him go, intrigued.

'Such passion… such fury.' He thinks as he mulls over the performance the remainder of the night 'It’s almost...' though he doesn't finish the thought.

A month later, Jayce bursts into Viktor’s study, his usual energy filling the room. “Viktor! I’ve got an idea—no, a vision! We need to make Hextech more accessible, more personal. And what better way to do that than through art?” he grins, waving a familiar flyer in his friend's face.

Viktor raises an eyebrow, setting down the tool he’d been using as he eyes the paper. “Art, Jayce? You want to combine Hextech with… ballet?”

“Exactly!” Jayce grins, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ve commissioned the danseur from the grand hall performance—you remember him, right?—to create a modern ballet piece inspired by Hextech. We hope to have people grasp it better with the pull of art and view it as a powerful and personal experience to unify Piltover to new changes rather than see it as the..." he thinks for a moment,"the apparent danger Heimerdinger describes.”

Viktor hesitates, his mind flashing back to the danseur’s performance, the fire in his eyes. “I’m not sure I’m the right person for this, Jayce. I’m a scientist, not an artist.”

“But that’s the point!” Jayce insists. “You’re the perfect person to bridge the gap between technology and art. Besides, I think you’ll find the experience… fascinating.”

Viktor sighs, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his chest. He mulls it over for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the danseur’s raw passion and fury. It might be worth it just to see him perform again.

“Very well,” Viktor says finally. “I’ll meet with him.”

“Trust me, Viktor. This is going to be incredible! You’ll see!”

The grand hall is quiet on later night, the only sound the soft echo of music and the rhythmic tapping of the danseur’s feet as he practices late into the night. Viktor hears the music as he passes by, his curiosity piqued. He follows the sound, his cane tapping softly against the floor.

He finds the danseur onstage, completely absorbed in his art. Viktor watches from the shadows, mesmerized by the precision and emotion of the performance. When the music stops, the danseur finally notices him.

“Who’s there?” He snaps, his voice sharp with irritation.

Viktor steps into the light, raising a hand in a placating gesture. “It is just I, my apologies. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was… captivated.”

The danseur raises a brow, his expression guarded as he sarcastically asks “Captivated? By what? My mistakes?”

“No,” Viktor says, his voice calm and sincere. “By your passion. Your dedication. It’s… remarkable. I can see why you lead as one of the well known in your profession. Well earned.”

The danseur studies him for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing. “You’re the scientist Jayce mentioned. Viktor, right?”

“Yes,” Viktor replies, his amber eyes meeting the danseur’s gaze. “And I already know who you are. There’s no need for introductions.”

The danseur hesitates, then gives a curt nod. “Goodnight, then.” He turns on his heel and strides offstage, leaving Viktor standing there, watching him go.

'He’s like a storm—beautiful and dangerous.' Viktor can't help but want to understand what swims behind those fire eyes.

The tension in the room is palpable as you rehearse with the other choreographers. Viktor and Jayce watch from the sidelines, Viktor’s sharp eyes noting every detail. You push yourself too hard, your frustration evident in every movement. And then it happens—a misstep, a stumble, and a sharp cry of pain.

Viktor is on his feet in an instant, his hand gripping his cane tightly as he rushes to your side. “Are you alright?”

You glare up at him, your pride wounded more than your body. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

But Viktor isn’t convinced. He helps you to a guest room to recover, his mind already working on a solution. Once you are settled, Viktor returns with a temporary brace he’s designed using his knowledge of biomechanics.

“Let me help you,” Viktor respons in a calming tone, tentatively taking a seat on the end bed, his cane resting on the wall near before holding out the device. “This should aid your recovery.”

You hesitate, then reluctantly agree. As Viktor works, slowly slipping your foot from under the silk sheets and placing it on his lap to tend to, you watch him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. “Why are you doing this?”

Viktor looks up, meeting your gaze. “Because I admire your dedication. And because… I want to see you dance again. I want to see you feel how you make your audience feel. I, being one among them.”

As you take a week off to recover, you find yourself fascinated by the precision and grace of Viktor’s machines. Viktor, in turn after a weeks recovery, is captivated by your ability to translate complex emotions into movement.

You spend more time together, Viktor’s quiet admiration for your talent growing into something deeper. You, who's usually closed off and short-tempered, find yourself softening around Viktor, who seems to understand your need for perfection in a way no one else does.

The day of the performance arrives, and the grand hall is packed. The air is electric with anticipation, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the audience. Viktor sits in the front row, his eyes fixed on the stage. Your performance is breathtaking, a perfect blend of art and technology. The music swells, the lights dance, and you move with a grace and vulnerability that wasn’t there before. That you hadn't felt in a long time.

As the final notes fade away, the audience erupts into applause. Though you stay onstage, your eyes search the crowd until they land on Viktor.

For the first time, you don’t feel the need to run. You performed, strangely, not to establish dominance and meet your extreme standards but for the man sitting front row. The man who watches you with proudly adorned confidence and unhidden fascination in your performance. The man who has calmed the never-ending blaze within you, not by extinguishing it, but by giving it a new purpose—a new flame to guide you forward.

The man who watched his muse.

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The end!! Had a dream about this and had to write it asap! Also, apologies if there is a sentence that sounds silly. I struggle to explain exactly what i want to convey sometimes since English isn't my first language, but that's the point of writing. Learning!

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Hi! I hope you are having a good weekend so far. Would it be okay for me to request a Platonic Gojo x Younger Sister?

Hes still his canon age, while his sister is 15 or 16 (like Yuji and the gang). Shes extremely powerful like him, but UNLIKE him, shes tiny, the mature one between them, and gentle (when shes not fighting).

There is a fight where there were she manages to exercise a special grade, but there were a fair amount of casualties. Back at the school, she locks herself in her room . Shes blaming herself and questioning her abilities and mourning the innocent civilian lives that were taken. Gojo finds her. He becomes serious for once. He gives her a talk, and tells her the truth; being the strongest comes with a price. They can save many, but they cant save all. Being the most powerful can Sometimes make you feel the most powerLESS. Its a burden they will both always live with. Ending up to you!

Dont feel pressured to write this one if youre not comfortable with it / dont want to! Have a good day :)

"The balance between power and burden" - olderbrother!gojo x younger sister reader (platonic)

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You’re sitting alone in your dimly lit room at the school, the quiet of the night contrasting sharply with the chaos of your thoughts. Shadows stretch across the walls, and every soft creak of the old building seems to echo the turmoil inside you. You still feel the raw edges of grief and guilt from the battle—a fight where you unleashed a special grade technique that, despite your power, couldn’t prevent the tragedy that followed. The weight of every lost civilian and the unanswered questions about your abilities press heavily on your chest.

Your fingertips trace the faded lines of posters on the wall, reminders of simpler times before the burden of power made its mark on you. The silence of the room is almost suffocating, each minute stretching out as you replay every moment of the fight, questioning if you could have done something differently. The room, once a refuge, now feels like a cage built from your regrets.

A soft knock at the door cuts through your spiraling thoughts. You hesitate, your heart thumping in a rhythm that matches your anxious mind. The knock comes again, gentler this time, as if urging you to not shut the world out entirely. Before you can gather your courage to answer, the door opens slowly, and there he is— Satoru.

For a long moment, you study him. There’s a tenderness in his eyes that you rarely see, a stark contrast to the usual playful mischief that defines him. Tonight, his expression is serious, his presence calm yet commanding as he steps into your private world of pain and doubt. The familiar scent of his cologne mixes with the sterile aroma of the room, and you feel, almost imperceptibly, that his arrival was meant to bridge the distance between your isolation and the support you desperately need.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice lacking its usual levity. “I heard what happened.” His words are measured, not reproachful, but filled with a deep understanding that only someone who’s carried their own burdens for so long could offer.

You want to speak—so many thoughts jostle for expression—but the lump in your throat leaves you mute. Instead, you nod slightly, the silence between you heavy with unspoken apologies and self-reproach. Sensing your struggle, Gojo slowly approaches and sits down beside you on the edge of your unmade bed. His presence radiates warmth, drawing you away from the chill of isolation that has seeped into your bones.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The quiet is filled with the steady hum of distant conversations and the soft rustle of the night outside, a reminder that the world continues even when your inner world feels shattered. Finally, Gojo breaks the silence.

“I know it hurts,” he begins, his tone gentle yet firm. “You fought hard. And you did what you thought was right. But sometimes... sometimes no matter how much power we wield, we can’t save everyone.” His words hang in the air, resonating with a bittersweet truth. “Being the strongest... it comes with a price.”

You swallow hard, the sting of his words mingling with the tears that have begun to well in your eyes. It’s true—no matter how fiercely you fight, some tragedies are beyond your control. And it’s not that you lack the strength or the skill; it’s that the weight of every life you fail to protect can sometimes leave you feeling utterly powerless.

He reaches out, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The contact is both reassuring and painful—a reminder of the closeness you share, and the reality that even the mightiest have their scars. “Listen,” he continues, voice softening as if speaking directly to the vulnerable part of you that feels broken, “power isn’t measured by how many you can save in a moment. It’s in the strength to keep going, to learn from the pain, and to carry that weight without letting it define you.”

In that moment, his words settle over you like a warm blanket on a cold night. Each syllable seems to lift a small part of the burden from your shoulders, replacing despair with a tentative hope. You feel the sincerity in his tone, the weight of his own experiences reflected in the gentle gravity of his advice.

“Every time you step into battle, every time you face impossible odds, remember this: even when you feel powerless, you’re not alone. I’m here with you, and I always will be.” His gaze locks with yours, unwavering and kind. “The world may be cruel, and sometimes our choices lead to pain we can’t undo, but it doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

The raw honesty in his words cuts through the fog of guilt and self-doubt. In the dim light of your room, you begin to see that strength isn’t solely about the power you display on the battlefield—it’s about the courage to feel, to grieve, and to rise again, even when every part of you screams to give in. The scars you bear are not symbols of failure, but marks of a heart that has endured more than most could imagine.

As you sit there, absorbing the gentle truth of his counsel, you start to feel a subtle shift within yourself. The oppressive loneliness that had cloaked you in despair begins to recede, replaced by a fragile yet resilient warmth—a warmth born from the realization that you don’t have to shoulder everything on your own. The path ahead is still steep, and the shadows of loss might always linger, but you now understand that it’s okay to lean on those who care for you.

In that quiet room, with the soft murmur of his steady voice as your guide, you begin to piece together the fragments of your resolve. The conversation isn’t a cure-all, nor does it erase the pain of what happened, but it plants a seed of understanding: that even the most powerful among you can feel powerless, and that there is profound strength in accepting that truth.

You take a deep breath, the night air carrying away a small part of your sorrow. And as you look into Gojo’s eyes, filled with unwavering support, you realize that this burden, as heavy as it may be, is one you no longer have to bear alone. Tonight, in the quiet intimacy of shared vulnerability, you find the beginnings of healing—and the promise that, together, you can face whatever comes next.

The darkness outside may still be vast, but in this small, tender moment, a soft light has begun to shine within you.

I only noticed this today and am unsure when you sent this anon but I hope the wait wasn't long!!! I don't receive asks so I low-key gave up on expecting them but this made my day! Thanks! (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)

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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)

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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.

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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.

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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)(🌸)

3 - "The balance between power and burden" - olderbrother!gojo x younger sister reader (platonic)

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)(🌸)

2 - "Tumbling into You" - Nanami Kento x playful 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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