will0waesthetic

[will0waesthetic]

Things I don’t understand in fanfics

At the beginning of a story the reader has a life (work , friends , hobbies) and then when she meets the character it’s like those things disappear

When the fem reader quit her job when they get married 💀

I don’t understand the whole “oh he is such a girl dad” in fanfic, like would he treat the kid different because it’s a girl 🤡 it’s a little sexist in my opinion , and the way every time it’s a girl she make tea parties or want to put makeup on everyone like omg

The reader never getting abortion

Why is reader always weak (This point is for jujutsu kaisen fic , we need more ,powerful , crazy fem reader , like she enjoy killing curses )

Why reader never saying no to moving in with the character (don’t need to live together to be in a relationship)

[will0waesthetic]

❀ 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝟔

Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru

Falling in love despite a language barrier.

𝐂𝐡. 𝟔 | 𝐖𝐜. 𝟖𝐤 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

To be able to kiss you every day... what would that be like? Some people are so lucky as to have their lovers by their side, but his lover is on the other face of the planet.

What are you up to right now? is a question that lingered in his mind every day as he dragged his feet from room to room across the apartment — oh he was in such a state after you left, he kept his gaze pointed downwards and snuggled his face into the plush bunny that you had forgotten to pack. Aimlessly wandering like this, Satoru's lost blue eyes lingered on small objects that reminded him of you.

The cup from which you drank, the pillow you loved to hold while sat on his bed, the photo strip with the tiniest square piece of evidence that he had the guts to kiss your cheek... the kiss that you left on his lips that he daydreamed about over and over again.

Sometimes it felt like your kiss was still on his lips, like it was a tangible memory; your breath, your mouth, your taste, your affection.

Blinking up at the ceiling, Satoru often laid awake in the middle of the night and thought of you with such focus that he almost felt like you were there. After long, blushing daydreams, he'd eventually roll over onto his side and hug his ribs — as he habitually did whenever he felt lonely.

One sleepless night, he penned down this feeling, 'I'm in my home, yet I feel homesick. Why can't I just be a rabbit and burrow a home in your chest where I know I'll be warm?'.

Some nights, just before he fell asleep, he'd stare into your photo and couldn't help but get teary-eyed, couldn't even hold back the tiniest of tears that leaked out and rolled down the side of his nose.

今すぐ会いたい ...

And Suguru?

Oh, Suguru.

Let’s not even begin to describe what he felt when you left.

He acted strong for his best friend; making sure that he didn't forget to eat, surprising him with little gifts like his favorite sweets when he came home, spending late nights watching TV with him until he was smiling again.

But despite Suguru’s efforts to cheer up Satoru, some days were stained with a frown. Satoru wouldn’t even notice how miserable he looked until Suguru said something about it.

"Satoru, you're frowning again." he commented while making coffee in the kitchen.

"And I’ll be frowning for as long as she’s not here." replied Satoru quite dramatically.

Suguru shook his head and slurped his coffee.

"... she hasn't fallen off of the face of the earth, you know." he said, setting down his mug.

"I know, but it feels like it." whined Satoru

"Don't mope around too much. She'll visit again, and I can bet that she'll make it for your birthday."

Satoru's face lit up ever so slightly at this.

"Mm... maybe..." mumbled Satoru.

"Now stop frowning; you'll get wrinkles."

"Nah! You may have that old man look about you, but I'm never gonna wrinkle — I'm forever twenty-one!"

Suguru spread his lips into a thin smile and laughed lightly. "Well, you definitely still act like a twenty-one year old..." he muttered in English under his breath.

“Hey, what’re you saying!”

“Nothing, nothing.”

They stood in the kitchen, drinking iced coffees before work started, feeling a coldness making its way up from their ankles to their ears. It wasn't cold because winter was nearing; it was cold because your warmth wasn't there.

As Suguru thought to himself, you're the sun that lights my way and warms my skin — but he didn't write this into his notes app, of course, because he felt it was too cheesy.

"If you miss her so much, just text her more often." said Suguru.

"I don't want to seem clingy." Satoru admitted.

"Huh, why? Jeez, ‘Toru... don't overthink things so much. You’re cute when you’re a little clingy; and I’m sure she'd appreciate hearing about even the most mundane things that happen throughout your day. Why don't you show her the route you take to work? It's pretty scenic. And I'm sure she misses your voice... I mean, don't you miss her voice?"

Satoru looked thoughtfully at his iced coffee, contemplating on what Suguru had suggested. He was using the same cup that you liked using, wearing the same shirt that he wore when he went with you to the aquarium.

"Yeah... that's a good idea..." Satoru replied at last. "I'll do that."

"Good; and stop being lazy and start learning English." Suguru teased.

"Well why don't you teach me yourself!"

"I'm not a good teacher..."

"... please?"

Suguru gave in so easily. "Alright. When I get home from work today, I’ll look for my old textbooks." he promised.

*****

Whether he was inside or out of the house, Satoru was always thinking about doing things with you, eagerly sharing snippets of his day after feeling this newfound freedom from the fear of seeming clingy — something he’d been scared of his whole life.

But just a few small words and encouragement from his best friend opened his eyes.

What's the point of fearing that? Why not risk seeming clingy? I'm only alive once, and I probably only know you in this lifetime.

I want you to be the one I watch late-night TV with, I want your scent to be the one I smell on all my clothes, I want to buy your favorite drink for you on my way home, I want you to be the one I walk alongside, I want you to be the one I complain about the weather to, I want you to be the lips I kiss before heading off to work.

So, Satoru tried to include you in his daily life.

But the things that he thought to be mundane, like his commute to work, meant so much more to you — the route he walked to get to work, the flowering trees that he passed on the way, the train that he took, the convenience store that he bought sweets from, the stray cats that he petted, the way he timidly spoke any new English that he learned even if it was almost completely muffled by his mask.

Being online together, even if it was just for a few minutes, left him glowing and warm. Suguru had come to know this glow on Satoru's face very well; whenever he caught Satoru smiling at his screen, he instantly knew it was you — cheeks tight and red, face alight with the glare of the screen, conversation reflected in the tiny diameter of his pupils.

Satoru always had a spare ear for you, always wanted to hear about your day — it was something so simple, and yet he was so eager to know every little detail.

Conversations kept the both of you awake so late because of the time difference. And it took a lot of discipline for Satoru to pry himself off of his phone; he only really stopped texting when he fell asleep, when his eyelids started blinking shut with little daydreams behind them to lull him into sleep. The screen would go black, leaving him laid there, softly snoring, with the cat snuggled at his feet.

On the other side, in the morning, you'd wake up so groggy, eyes barely able to open yet, whole body dreading going to work — but then you'd fish your phone out from under your pillow, and smile as soon as you saw your notifications;

✉ ​Satoru → Sent a photo; his cute groggy face made you miss waking up next to him. Good morning 🐥

→ Sent a video; at first, he pans the camera to get a slow, sweeping view of the train station, capturing a moment in time of such an ordinary day. It ends with him panning to himself and hissing a smiley 'it's cold'. Commute to work :) Hope the weather is better over there.

✉ ​Suguru → Sent a photo; he was showing you the back of his hand where there was a scratch. mint woke up and chose violence and we've run out of the hello kitty bandaids. pls kiss better.

✉ ​Satoru & Suguru → Sent a photo; they're sat at a cafe, smiling into the camera. Suguru looks sleepy and Satoru looks energetic — as is their usual dynamic.

we found a new cafe today. by the way, how's your spider situation? satoru suggests giving it an eviction notice 😄

✉ ​Suguru → Sent a photo; it's of Satoru looking down at two open books at the same cafe on a different day. He's scrunched up his face in focus, seemingly studying hard. toru’s studying hard. i'm his unpaid english teacher now.

✉ You Aw, can you be my teacher too? 🥺

✉ Suguru yes. send this to satoru: さとるに会いたい

✉ You What does it mean...? Are you teaching me terrible things, Suguru?🤨

✉ Suguru i'll tell you after. trust. i'm on a mission to make him blush.

So, you did as he said. Not long after messaging this to Satoru, (and being left on read for a few minutes), Suguru responded again.

✉ Suguru → Sent a photo; it's of Satoru hiding his face with his shirt, only his eyes revealing how hard he must have been smiling. mission success 👍

*****

Just seeing the whirl of life in the screen brought tears to your eyes — so as you can imagine, watching your daily 'mundanities' had the same effect on Satoru.

You were his favorite notification, yes, your messages were on high priority and had their own special sound so that he could tell your texts apart from everyone else's. Nothing could describe the way his whole body reacted whenever he heard that twinkling sound — he'd jolt, reach for his phone, and return back a small text... even if he was at work.

*****

"Nanami, does this sentence make sense?" he'd sometimes ask his blonde co-worker.

Satoru would often earn a pitiful look from Nanami after he'd shown him what he'd typed.

"... uh, let me re-write that for you..." Nanami offered, taking Satoru's phone and into his hand and correcting almost everything.

Because he was fluent in English like Suguru, that meant Satoru nagged him just as much to help him out.

What does this mean? How do I say this? Don't sigh at me. Come on, help a guy out; I’m in love with a girl and I have no idea what she’s saying ninety-percent of the time.

The clacking of keyboards and of phones going off filled the office, then it was lunch — time to sit too close to Nanami and nag him. Of course, one look at the genuine desperation in Satoru's blue eyes, and he couldn't refuse.

"... so is she visiting again soon?" Nanami asked conversationally, eating slowly.

Satoru nodded, mouth full of lunch, "Mhm, I think she'll make a surprise visit in December. I've got a hunch."

"For your birthday?"

"Ah, if I could be so lucky... I think she'll be able to visit in time for Christmas... which is perfect. I could ask her out for the twenty-fifth to see the lights... oh, Keyakizaka... I've wanted to bring a girl there for so long." Satoru swooned, "I'll make it an experience that she'll never forget."

Nanami toyed with his food, preparing to make the perfect last bite. With the way Satoru sounded — like a man who was beyond lovesick — Nanami made an assumption that took Satoru completely by surprise.

"Are you going to propose to her?"

Satoru nearly choked. His jaw stopped moving. The mix of food stilled in his mouth. His eyes went wide. His heartbeat felt like a drum. Blood rushed to his face.

"Propose?! Like, marriage?!"

"Uh, yeah — what other kinds of proposal are there?"

"I... well...” Satoru shifted around in his seat, touched at his neck, and looked up at the lights, “I don't think that she'd accept me as her husband. I mean, at the very least, she'd think it's too soon, wouldn't she? We've only kissed once..." Satoru started rambling.

Nanami shrugged, "It's either a yes or a no. Honestly, I believe you may as well go for it. From what I've heard, she's the one. Who else but someone deeply in love would travel so far just to meet a man who can't even speak her language?"

Satoru looked down in thought, face still completely red even up to his ears. One pale hand laid lax on the table, wrist poised to take another bite of food.

He pulled his shoulders up into a shrug, "I never thought about that... I mean, she likes Suguru, too."

Nanami waved his hand dismissively, "That's just platonic."

"No, it isn't; they've kissed."

"You don't get it; it's not the same."

"Maybe... I don't know, I haven't asked her about how she feels... I'm too shy to do that." Satoru admitted.

"Satoru." Nanami shook his head, like his co-worker was an oblivious idiot, "You don't get it," he emphasized, "I've never ever in my whole life seen a woman look at a man in the same way that she looked at you that night. It was like a novel. I generally don't believe in fateful encounters, but you and her are a story that the entire universe has carefully written. So, if I were you, I'd put a ring on it."

Satoru went silent, stopped eating completely, and just felt all his feelings right there in his office's cafeteria. A long moment went by, and eventually he stuttered back to reality.

"... what are you, a poet now?" Satoru teased Nanami.

"I'm serious."

"Yeah, I know. I'll think about it..."

And he did think about it. In fact, he thought about it all the way home; from the moment he hurried out the office at 5 PM to the moment he boarded the train home, Satoru was in deep thought about everything Nanami had said.

... you and her are a story that the entire universe has carefully written...

Satoru took out his notebook, and scribbled down his stream of thoughts.

His heart throbbed. His tummy felt tight.

Marriage?

He mused to himself, picturing a scene where he got down on one knee for you.

The train reached its destination. Satoru put his notebook away, stood in wait to be let out, and took long strides through the station — completely towering over everyone else. As he went on his way home, the only thing that occupied his mind was marriage.

*****

Satoru and Suguru talked late into the night, cuddling up together in Suguru's bed with Mint fluffing her tail around at Satoru's side. The glare of the laptop lit up Satoru's face as he balanced it on his lap.

"... it's something like ¥400,000, and I stared at it and thought of her... hey, Suguru, as a to-be best man, I need your input. Is it too much? Is it too soon?"

Suguru shrugged, "Well, Monroe did say diamonds are a girl's best friend..."

"But is it too soon?" Satoru repeated.

"No." he replied "I don't think so."

A soft silence went by. Satoru's face was illuminated by the glare of his laptop's screen, and Suguru was wiggling his foot, thinking of a song that he couldn't recall the name of.

"Suguru."

"Hm?"

"... would it upset you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Nanami told me that he thought it seemed platonic between you and her... but I’ve always thought that you two felt more deeply for each other than I could judge. I don’t want to tread on your feelings, I’d rather we talk about it."

Silence. Suguru contemplated his response, pushed down words that could not be said, and then spoke.

"... she's special to me," Suguru began, choosing his words slowly, "But your happiness is also special to me. If I envision you and her being married, I don't feel bitter."

"You don't? Are you sure?"

"You're my best friend." Suguru emphasized, lips carrying a small smile.

Satoru blushed a little.

Suguru continued, "I'm not saying I don't have a little bit of a crush on her right now... I'm just saying that want to see a future where you're smiling at her side. You're the one who liked her first, you know?"

Oh he knew it wasn’t true. Oh even you knew; the one who liked you first was...

"Yeah."

"I mean, you said it once...  恋の予感 、ね？"

Satoru held down a smile.

"Aw, look who's blushing."

"Shut up..."

They laid in silence, growing drowsy, when Satoru started talking about how he felt.

"... what if she and I loved each other in a past life?"

"Now that is poetic. Write that down."

"I'm too sleepy, can you do it?"

Satoru offered Suguru his notebook, taking it out from under his pillow.

"Why do you keep a book under your pillow...?" Suguru questioned.

"... I get ideas late at night. Don’t you?"

"Oh... well yeah, but I just use my notes app."

"Laaame."

Suguru opened Satoru's notebook, flipped through it, and immediately a smile spread across his face.

"Damn... you’ve been writing a whole novel on the side and didn’t even show me? Oh, ‘her eye contact makes me stutter’? You’re so cheesy!"

"Like you’re not! I’m sure your notes app is full of the cheesiest shit ever."

"Should I translate this for you? I mean, one day you might give it to her to reminisce."

Satoru contemplated this for a second, sleepy head held up by his hand.

"... but first, pen down my thoughts before I fall asleep."

Suguru poised the pen, ready to write. "Where do I begin?"

"... the day I was born…"

"... good grief, we’re going that far back?"

"Just listen to me; the day I was born, I was cursed to be born here. But then, despite the distance between us, she and I still met each other – and that’s so incredibly special. Really, it’s all thanks to you, isn’t it? If you hadn’t started an account on that shady little chatsite… this story would have never begun. Ah, you’re like my angel, Suguru…”

Satoru had began mumbling drowsily, feeling a tide of sleep coming over him. Suguru penned down his best friend’s brilliant last few thought before the poor boy completely passed out on his shoulder, snuggled up to him like a baby koala.

Oh, Suguru.

His heart panged, again and again, each time he read-over those words…

Special, huh? How long ago has it been now since we met?

You, and only you, filled Suguru’s thoughts right then.

No, more dramatic than that – it felt as if every living cell in his body was aware of you, and your presence, on the other side of the world.

*****

Not yet drowsy, as his night-owl side kicked in, Suguru laid there, careful not to disturb Satoru's sleep, as he meticulously translated every page of Satoru's diary. It wasn’t easy; some sayings in Japanese just cannot be expressed in English. Suguru wasn’t the most poetic in either language, so a lot of things ended up getting lost in translation much to his frustration.

It struck him, with each turn of the page, just how special it all was. Satoru had never been in love like this before. No, he can't recall a single person that made Satoru think like this, or write like a poet. You were very much his first love.

Flipping to the most recent entry, dated and marked as 10月5日/ 5:45 PM / 電車 Suguru read and translated what was written.

... the distance, the language; these don’t make me love you less, but I’ve got this ache in my chest that will only go away when I’m able to tell you just how I feel, on one knee looking up at you. I’ll be at your mercy, begging and pleading like a lovesick boy.

Reading it over again to be sure it was as close as possible to what Satoru meant, Suguru settled on this translation.

Pen stilled on the paper, feeling a pang in his chest, Suguru remembered something and hesitantly began to write it down.

悟、これをYNに言える

「月が綺麗ですね?」♡

Heart now throbbing after carefully stroking your name down onto the paper, he made a quiet promise to himself. Just a small whisper to his own heart. A whisper no one would ever hear except himself.

Then Suguru closed the book and set it aside, letting out a big yawn.

疲れた…

As Suguru went to turn off the soft-glowing lamp, that’s when his phone lit up with a message, so he looked over with sleepy eyes and went to check it.

✉ You → Sent a message to the group chat Exciting news, boys :) Gotta call tomorrow...

✉ Suguru oh really? can i get a hint?

✉ You Mister why are you awake it is 4 AM over there...

✉ Suguru uhh why are YOU awake? 👀

✉ You It's only 8 PM.

✉ Suguru normal people apparently sleep at 8 pm ☝️

✉ You Go to bed, silly.

✉ Suguru only if you join me

✉ You SUGURU 😳

✉ Suguru hahaha sorry. i’m kidding. i just wanted to see your reaction.

Suguru pursed his lips at the screen.

He glanced out the window, leaned towards it, and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the goddess in the sky that was causing such a bright illumination in the room.

The moon is beautiful...

His heart throbbed. He saw you typing, read your messages, and took a few seconds to comprehend them and respond; because his mind was elsewhere. Oh god I like you, what do I do? Will it all work out if I just deny myself to feel these feelings?

✉ Suguru it’s a full moon tonight, did you see?

His heart throbbed harder. His thumbs moved over his screen, dark hair framed his face – lit up only by the glare of the screen.

✉ Suguru is typing...

You waited, but then he stopped typing, so you sent your response.

✉ You

I see it. It’s beautiful.

So are you.

Suguru typed this out, erased it, and replied instead with a smiley-face.

*****

“And in time for my birthday, too…” Satoru smiled to himself.

“I really didn’t expect to see her so soon again.” Suguru murmured.

“The tickets are surprisingly expensive for this time of year… do you think she’d accept if we offer to pay for her flight?”

“Uh, probably not; I think she’d be too humble. But we could try.”

“Too humble? Damn, if only she knew the prices I’m lookin’ at for rings...”

Suguru chuckled, sinking his hands into his pockets in similar fashion to Satoru; they really did rub off on each other. Habits from each boy reflected in the other. They were out and about, crossing the busy street under a shivery sky, lazily shopping for a new electric heater but eventually turning course towards the diamond store.

Greeting the employees politely, Satoru browsed the rings on display. When Suguru caught a glimpse of his best friend’s eyes, he smiled.

“Satoru, y’know your eyes kinda put the diamonds to shame.” Suguru said.

Satoru grazed his fingers over his undercut, “... what are you getting cheesy for...?” he mumbled.

“I am not cheesy.” he denied, “Anyways, you should buy a measuring tape.”

“What, why?”

“… well, how else are you going to measure her ring size?”

His heart fluttered. “What!”

Suguru smiled, having successfully teased poor Satoru.

*****

In the weeks leading up to your December visit, Suguru noticed Satoru singing to himself. Little lovesick songs, the dreamy ones that reminded him of you.

There was one lyric in particular which he sang over and over.

‘… あなたが 好きです … ’

Isn't that Lamp? Thought Suguru.

Suguru tried to remember the name of the song, going days with a perplexed expression on his face. At last, he figured it out one morning; it was a song that Satoru had sent you when the two of you first met.

二十歳の恋

It's their love theme, huh?

Suguru thought to himself, still listening to Satoru repeating those lyrics over and over, softer each time, sometimes experiencing a voice crack.

“さとる、かわいい...”

“え？”

"... because you sing like you’re lovesick."

“ 恋煩いじゃないよ！”he denied.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

They went back and forth like this throughout the day. Then came night, when it was time to crawl into a cozy bed and give you a call.

Satoru peered into the camera exactly like the cat sometimes does; two blinking eyes and a fluffy mess of white hair.

He had no idea why you were laughing, so he just confusedly smiled and stared intently at your lips and cheeks and watched how your features changed as you smiled.

“You should have seen him today, he was singing like a lovesick kid.” Suguru admitted.

This earned him a side-eye, because Satoru heard ‘him’ and ‘lovesick’ and pieced together what Suguru was saying. He stuttered, totally embarrassed, then pointed at his best friend while looking at you in the screen.

“Lie.” he said, “Suguru is a liar.” he said, sweet accent meeting your ears and making your tummy do flips.

Suguru was snickering off to the side.

“He’s been talking about you all day. Totally enamored.” Suguru snitched.

And queue the classic moment that’s happened since the very beginning; Satoru suddenly whisper-arguing in Japanese with his laughing best friend who just can’t take it seriously.

“What are you saying?! Don’t embarrass me... what are you laughing for!?”

“... Satoru, didn’t you tell me you were gonna show off what you learned to her?”

Satoru pursed his lips, “Oh... oh, yeah.”

You watched them go back and forth until they went silent – Suguru started snickering again, and momentarily left the two of you alone together.

Satoru sat on the bed, looked into the camera, and with the most red cheeks muttered a nostalgic “Hi” that just took you back to day 1; when Satoru had absolutely no idea what to say so he just said hi.

“Hey.” you replied with equal shyness.

He squirmed around, grinning with tensed brows, “Sorry, ‘m shy...” he muttered clumsily, then blew giggles through his nose ‘till the two of you were burning up and – oh there he went, diving off screen into the pillow because he couldn’t handle the tension. His tummy felt as if it might implode – or his cheeks might tear from smiling so wide for so long.

“So, Satoru, what’s the plans for your birthday?”

“Oh my god...” he clapped his hands over his face when he heard you speak all of that. What was all that? Why couldn’t you just – oh never mind, I’ll try my best, he thought.

She said something about my birthday.

“Uh...” he nodded, looking around for the words, “My birthday?”

“Mhm.”

“December seventh.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m going to make a cake.”

“Yeah? What kind of cake?”

He twitched his eyes at you and made a pout at the screen.

“I don’t know? Pink?” he replied, rubbing his temples as he got more and more stressed out the longer he spoke English. "A good one."

You went red in the face, held in your giggles, and dodged off the screen. Satoru’s smile grew bigger watching you slowly crack.

“Do you like... cake?” he asked, trying not to break into laughter. He felt ridiculous.

「うーん、ケーキが大好き。」 you replied to the best of your ability.

Satoru inhaled sharply and went delirious with giggles – your English accent in Japanese was so funny, in a way that he could never dare explain to you. Charming, sweet – he could listen to you speak his language for the rest of his life; and it was also just so funny. He resisted the urge to tease you about it, because he’d been self-conscious of his Japanese accent in English.

“Um, so...” he began, fishing out his diary – oh Suguru, what a friend he was... he had filled a whole page with things for Satoru to  say.

“Sooo...” he stalled as you waited with a patient smile, “Are you excited to visit again?”

“Mhm. I miss you.” you nodded, wiggling your feet off camera as you listened to your sweet boy try his best to speak your language.

I miss you...?

Satoru blinked, his teeth slowly revealing themselves in a stubbornly cute smile.

She’s missed me...

“YN,” he replied softly, “I miss you too.”

Lingering silence, you shied away from your laptop camera because your smile was growing embarrassingly large.

There’s so much I want to say to you right now. You have no idea – no idea at all.

He held up a finger to signal you to wait as he read some sentences that Suguru had translated in his diary, baby blue eyes darting up at you every now and then with a lethal attractiveness.

The way his brows framed those intense eyes had you breathing a little faster, gaze trailing down to his kissable lips. You kissed those lips not that long ago. And you were going to be all over them again, soon.

Too busy reading the pages of his diary, Satoru didn’t notice how your gaze softened into something more amorous. He was practicing what he wanted to say under his breath, audio choppy and delayed, picture quality dropping drastically.

“... なに これ? ‘the moon is beau — ’” Satoru stopped himself as he read the note that Suguru had written next to this. It’s romantic, save it for later, Satoru.

He went red in the face, and looked at you. “Oops.” he said, “Uhhh, anyways... uhhh... sooo...”

His cheeks were so soft and cute, eyes dazzling even with the low video quality – a poor connection plagued the call, but it hardly hindered the feeling tethering the two of you together.

Lost for words and struggling to see your pretty face when it hit 144p all of a sudden, Satoru just awkwardly smiled like a cutie pie. He brought his face closer, illuminating his features. Your memory made up for the lacking picture quality, recalling his tiniest freckles that scattered randomly across his pale skin.

“Satoru,” you began, voice full of love, chin resting on your palm, shining soft eyes at him like no one else in the world existed but him and him alone, “大好き。”

You caught him completely off-guard. He staggered, blinked with his mouth open. He scratched at his undercut, unable to respond.

“Uh, uhhh...” he went on like this, until his mouth formed a bashful smile. He clapped his hands over his cheeks, not knowing how to respond even though his whole body was screaming I love you I love you I love you.

Suguru returned to find you and Satoru were a mess of giggles. He snuggled back onto the bed, thoughtfully bringing back sweet snacks for Satoru.

“Wow, what happened?” he asked, switching to a whisper of his mother tongue and leaning closer to Satoru, “Did you propose to her or something?”

“Hey! Don’t spoil it!”

“Relaaax, I’m sure she doesn’t know what I’m saying.”

“How can you be so sure?”

They aimed a suspicious look at you. You blinked back at them, bewildered and confused and close to laughing again.

��Nah, surely she didn’t catch that.”

Satoru’s heart throbbed – what if you did?

“You two are so goofy.” you shook your head.

“And you’re pixels. Are we pixels, too?”

“Yeah, the connection is just awful tonight... should we reconnect?”

“No no! It’s fine. It’ll clear up. Stay here.”

Satoru plucked nervously at the collar of his baggy white shirt; eyes trying to find his favorite features of your face in the pixels.

“No problem...” he gave a thumbs up, briefly consulting Suguru on the side before adding; “You’re gonna be here soon and then – ” he did a little happy dance with just his hands, “No more screen.”

*****

Waking three hours early, the boys spent their time differently; Suguru was meticulous about making the house look as inviting as possible, meanwhile Satoru was meticulous about making himself look as inviting as possible. He sparingly dabbed on cologne between his collarbones and on his wrists, not wanting it too be too overpowering for you when you went in for a – hug? Kiss? Oh my god, where are my strawberry mints?

Satoru came out of his bedroom and Suguru was still in his lazy grey sweatpants, scurrying around like a maid and readjusting the welcome back banner – pink and cute and hand-made with all their love.

"I'm ready. Let's go."

"Satoru, her plane doesn't land for another three hours."

"So? I like airports."

“Three hours.” Suguru emphasized, “It’s going to be agonizing to wait that long. How are we going to pass the time?”

He shrugged, "We'll figure sumthin’ out!"

Suguru sighed and shook his head, giving up on persuading his best friend out of going to the airport three hours too early because he knew he couldn’t; Satoru was buzzing. On edge with excitement.

"That turtleneck looks good on you, by the way."

"Thanks. I appreciate that you've complimented me without fail each and every time that I've worn it."

"Yes, because it looks that good on you."

*****

In the hours leading up to your arrival time, feet wandering the airport floor, Satoru told himself that he had to appear disciplined and cool, like Suguru, and refrain from hugging you too quickly or seeming too excited.

I can't come off like that. And I can’t be clingy when I hug her — I've got to be subtle.

Oh but of course his plan fell apart when he saw you in the flesh again, when he watched you walking over, waved the boys down.

All his coolness melted like snowflakes on the tongue, and his heart beat faster and harder until you were right there in front of him.

Oh god it’s you.

He practically engulfed you with his arms, holding you in a such a trembling hug. Suguru watched with soft eyes, admiring the cute scene, deep down itching to have his turn.

You heard a small, heartfelt "I missed you." mumbled into your hair.

Satoru was glued to you. His hands squeezed at your shoulders with need. He missed you — you felt it in his whole body. He missed you, he missed you, he missed you. The phrase didn't convey what it truly felt like to miss you – the ache in his chest subsided at last.

Prying himself off you, Suguru came to hug you with a familiar coolness; at least that’s the exterior he was trying hard to maintain. But you felt his big hand squeeze at your waist, felt his chin tremble against the crown of your head, felt him press his firm body tight to you like he wanted to leave his print on you.

“How was it?”

“Crazy turbulent – there was this young girl sitting next to me who started crying and she was convinced that we were going to crash into the ocean. I felt bad for laughing.”

Suguru chuckled, “You’re nasty. Ah, I’ll carry your bags for y – oh.”

Satoru had already swiftly swept up your luggage for you.

“Okay, let’s go home.”

*****

The moment you and Satoru were alone together, you fell into each other and kissed like mad; locked your lips together and melted so that you formed seemingly one thing – so to say, existed together rather than as two separate people.

He felt like he was going to start levitating.

Oh, your lips made him feel alive.

We just hugged, how did we start kissing? Pondered Satoru.

It was a mystery. You and Satoru were simply hugging in the hallway, happy to see each other in the flesh again – and then the next thing you know the hug turned into a tender kiss.

With need, Satoru framed your cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. It was cosmic. It was something otherworldly. His hair got messy, he ran out of breath – no words, just love and the taste of strawberry mints and lips plastered all over each other, tongues too shy to even poke at each other. You’re humming into his mouth, he’s feeling the vibrations on his lips, pulling you impossibly tighter to his torso as he puts his poor spine into an ungodly curve just to reach down far enough to have you.

It's fine. The ache in my spine is worth it.

Five minutes, then ten – stuck together in the hallway while Suguru was in the kitchen. You grazed your fingertips up Satoru’s undercut and suddenly his legs shuddered.

“Mmf.”

“Mm?”

You broke the kiss to adore him; he was disoriented and breathless and somehow still on planet earth even though he swore that your kiss transported him to the moon. He swallows hard, tasting you all over his tongue and lips.

“I missed you.” you whisper on his lips. His heartbeat drummed harder hearing this.

Satoru was going to say it back but then, just like during the call when he was interrupted from returning an I love you too, Suguru called out your names from the kitchen, sarcastically asking if the two of you got lost.

Oh the sweet boy in front of you, he blinked the lovesickness out of his eyes and licked his lips and stole another daring kiss from your lips, giggling as he trotted off – leaving you there a dizzy lovesick mess yourself.

The taste of you on his tongue was driving him crazy. He could hardly act like himself. All he could think about was the diamond ring snuggled in-between his clothes in his closet.

Ah, it tastes like you’re the one.

Tokyo sunrise. Seventh floor. Satoru and Suguru’s apartment. Black coffee and flipflops. Plants on the balcony. Insomniac’s eyes.

You lazily come out of the bathroom, hearing Suguru was awake, leaving the bedroom for the balcony and letting Satoru continue to dream in bed like a princess in all his funny positions.

Suguru was nosing over his plants, sleepily watering them.

“Well well, Suguru’s garden is sure lookin’ charming.” you greet him, giving him a small surprise.

“Yeah? You’re lookin’ pretty charming yourself.” he rasped back.

You grinned at him. He grinned back. Something sparked between the two of you just like it did way back then. He looked away, fixing his eyes on the plants, green leaves drooping with the weight of fresh water as it beaded off the tips.

“… so, miss, how’s the writing going?” he asked. “You haven’t been talking about it much.”

“Oh!” you felt a pang in your chest, delighted to be asked. “Well, I haven’t got much… I wrote a few chapters... whiiich are still in review... uh, work has been suffocating my creativity. But my mom read over my stuff and she said it sounds a bit bizarre.”

Suguru let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement, “Yeah – but I like your bizarre little stories precisely because they’re bizarre.”

The traffic roared. You joined Suguru on the balcony. The both of you were trying not to think about the very obvious memory of kissing right there, mere months ago.

Suguru swallowed, sunk his hands into his pockets, and stared out at the cityscape.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what your mom thinks of me. Er, I mean, because I’m that guy from the other side of the sea.”

“Ahah... well, honestly, when we were teenagers she was a little sceptical of you. She tried to limit my internet usage, because she thought I was getting involved with creeps online.”

Suguru giggled through his nose, “Fair enough. I respect moms being cautious.”

“Mhm. Anyways, my mom still calls you ‘bangs guy’.”

“Wow, really? Unbelievable.”

You laughed together in the soft morning light.

Suguru got a whiff of nostalgia, and his heart started to softly pang – lub-dup, lub-dup, lub-dup – right up against his ribcage.

We’ve come so far, he thought as he recalled how the two of you met. He could feel his past weighing on his consciousness.

“Isn't it insane when you think about it? I grew up here, went about my life totally oblivious, and then by chance met you in a tiny chat room.”

“It is pretty insane, yeah.”

Memories of the youth you shared together flickered somewhere in the back of both your minds.

“I wonder if that site still exists?” Suguru pondered.

“I don’t know… but I wish I could read our first chat on there…”

Suguru scrunched his nose up, “Oh god no, I was so... ew. And my English was so bad.”

“Aw, no – I miss your cringe era. It was cute.”

Taking a moment to blush behind the back of his palm, Suguru denied ever having a ‘cringe’ era.

“I wasn’t cringe...”

“... yes, you were so cringe. So was I. We were both cringe.”

He smiled.

“You know what’s even more insane,” you spoke and he drew his gaze to you again, “is if that site was never made, then you and I would not be standing next to each other right now.”

Suguru went quiet. His heart throbbed.

After a small silence, he replied.

“You and Satoru are so cheesy…”

“But it’s true!”

“Yes, it is. I think we should also thank the invention of the airplane… and translators… and – sorry, I’ll stop teasing you. But you know what I mean, don’t you? Isn't it freaky how the past drives the present? Satoru said that he likes to think that our fate was set as far back as the big bang... when we were all just particles.”

“I think Satoru’s poetic way is rubbing off on you…”

“You might be right.” Suguru smiled behind his hand. His hair looked deliciously unkempt in the mornings – something about him felt so homely.

That’s it – that was the perfect wording, you thought. Suguru was homely. Observing how his black eyes moved, how his thin brows twitched just like a puppy, how his posture was slightly hunched so he could view the ringing bicycle breezing down the road seven floors down.

He continued, “What was that one theory? ‘Every choice we’ve made in our entire life has led us to the present moment’? I don’t know… maybe it’s all just random chance… but thinking like that gives me hope on bad days; it would mean that even my worst days contributed to good days in the future… like this moment — so all my worst days had to exist. Maybe if I wouldn't have had so many barren days of loneliness when I was young, then I wouldn't have wandered online and met you. Then this story would never even have existed.”

Suguru ran out of steam after saying so much, and his voice cracked. He seemed to realize that he was speaking a lot, and dialed it back a bit out of fear of seeming too much.

“Sorry. Now I'm getting all cheesy..."

“You’re allowed to be cheesy every now and then, Suguru. Anyways, you know I like cheesy boys.”

His heart throbbed as a memory of you came flooding back into every corner of his mind, completely filling his chest.

“Hey…” he began slowly, almost hesitantly, “Do you remember ‘Space Song’?”

“By Depression Cherry?”

His heart throbbed again.

“Yeah, that one.”

And it throbbed harder, and harder.

“It’s… uh, I listened to it this morning before I got out of bed... thinking about...” he didn’t continue, trailing off and starting afresh from a different direction, “You know when a song just transports you back to a specific time in your life?”

Your eyes gleamed at him.

He went on, “… I was super lonely when I was nineteen, ‘cause Satoru and I didn’t have time to hang out with each other as much, you know, because we’d both gotten jobs. And his jobs have always been so demanding. Back then, he was working at a job with just the worst hours, and everything between us was kind of just a mess and falling apart for some reason – or maybe it was just me. I was a mess and falling apart for no reason.” he chuckled, hiding the hurt in his eyes

“I don’t remember much of that time, I just kind of blocked out those memories... I only remember listening to that song on repeat and crying a lot, because I thought no one was interested in me anymore. But I know I was just being a drama queen,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood after seeing your long expression.

“But then what happened?” you asked.

“Then Satoru and I decided to just move in together. Now I can’t imagine living apart. I mean, at the very least, I want to live next door or on the same street.”

“Oh Suguru, why didn’t you ever tell me this?”

He shrugged serenely, “I don’t know. Too embarrassed, I guess?”

And just like he had always done since you first met him, Suguru chuckled after expressing his deepest thoughts. His words lingered in the air. It was just you and him and the roar of the city that he had tried so desperately to escape.

He continued. You listened to him.

"... have I ever expressed my hatred for the city?" Suguru spoke, taking a slice of your interest,

"Hatred? Why is that?" you asked.

Suguru shrugged, looking to the sun as it painted the sides of buildings in a golden light.

"I grew up in a more rural area... apparently it's been getting urbanized lately. But it's not even half as built up as this city. I miss it sometimes... I’ve always been a bit of a country boy at heart. Really, I only came to the city because of work opportunities. Cities are chaos and I need quiet for my soul.”

“But if you don’t like the city, then why did you stay here?” you asked.

"Satoru.” he replied simply.

“Ah, Satoru.”

“Yeah, he’s a sweetheart... a madman, really, but you haven’t seen that part of him much. He's a good boy when you're around.”

“Is he maintaining the sweetheart facade for me?”

“Not a facade, per se, – he just softens around you.”

“So you stayed in the city for Satoru...” you smiled to yourself.

“Yeah. I knew I could never find another Satoru back home. Though, I did try to suggest moving back into my old house together, but he rejected the idea. We visited once, in the winter, and I remember,” he laughed in between his words, “I remember he absolutely hated it.”

"But the countryside is so serene, why does Satoru not like it?"

"Too many old people." replied Suguru.

"Oh."

The two of you looked at each other and laughed.

“It's a pity, but I think I'm glad things turned out this way. Actually... I'm happy that all those choices led me to this moment."

Suguru looks at you and feels his stomach tighten, feels his heart thump gently in his chest — in his fingertips. His lips parted like he was going to kiss you, but he refrained when he heard words echoing in his head;

"... it's something like ¥400,000, and I stared at it and thought of her... hey, Suguru, as a to-be best man, I need your input. Is it too much? Is it too soon?"

Suguru looked at you with a mixed expression, before blurting out something he perhaps shouldn't have.

"You're just too damn beautiful." he said.

He watched how your eyes glittered for a moment, then lowered his gaze to your lips. Though part of him wanted to, he didn't; because he felt his heart pang in reminder to the promise that he made to his best friend.

Lips sealed, looking soft red in the light, he gently pulled his face away.

"I think I'm happy with this decision, aren't you?" he asked you sensitively.

You nodded so, so slowly, with a little smile on your face that Suguru would store in his little memories for years.

"I am." you replied at last, giving Suguru the closure he needed.

One more glance at your lips, of course, could not be controlled.

Oh, Suguru.

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Put another OC in the x reader tag, I dare you...

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why is y/n always wearing a skirt ?? 😭

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How do they love you ?

featuring: gojo satoru & geto suguru

author’s note: a lot of work are coming, trust. it’s just that college sucks + my laptop broke so i can’t color the title.

divider: cafekitsune

S.GOJO

gojo's love for you is like a wildfire - intense, all-consuming, and impossible to ignore. he is utterly captivated by you, drawn to your vibrant spirit, your sharp wit, and your refusal to be intimidated by his immense power. to him, you are a breath of fresh air, a welcomed distraction from the endless duties and expectations placed upon him. when he's with you, the world fades away, and all that matters is the two of you, lost in each other's embrace. gojo cherishes every moment he can steal with you, relishing in the way your laughter eases his burdens and your touch sets his skin alight. he would move mountains and defy the very laws of the universe to keep you safe, to make you smile. In your eyes, he sees a future he had long since given up on - a future filled with love, happiness, and the promise of a lifetime by your side.

S.GETO

geto's love for you is a complex, multi-faceted thing, tinged with both adoration and a deep, aching need. he sees you as his equal, his partner in crime, the one person who truly understands the darkness that lurks within him. with you, he can let down his guard, shed the heavy mantle of responsibility, and simply be himself - flawed, haunted, yet still worthy of love. your unwavering loyalty and acceptance have carved a space within his heart that no one else can touch. geto treasures the moments he can steal with you, basking in the warmth of your embrace and the comfort of your presence. he knows that his path is a dangerous one, but the thought of you by his side gives him the strength to forge ahead, no matter the cost. in your arms, he finds a sense of belonging, a glimmer of hope in the endless void. and he would do anything, sacrifice anything, to protect that precious connection.

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this has been in my head for DAYS let’s pretend geto is happy and healthy :]

geto’s sat in front of you on the ground, big arms draping over your knees while you sit on the couch. to anyone else this would look relaxing, intimate even.

sadly though, the large man in front of you has had better evenings.

“i not going to have any hair left,” geto whines, inching his head away from what he feels to be assault going on at the mercy of your fingers.

“maybe if you would brush it,” you make your point with the sharp tug of the hairbrush and he groans. “taking it out of a bun wouldn’t be so hard.”

geto came over earlier, irritated as could be due to the mess of hair on top of his head not budging. he figured if he came to you instead or shoko, or even gojo, he wouldn’t feel as embarrassed.

hindsight is always 20/20, and right now he would rather be embarrassed than this.

“we’re almost done, i promise. then i’ll wash it for you,”you pat his shoulder and he whines again.

“can’t you just wash it now? my head hurts,” he leans all the way back, pouting as he looks up at you. “what did i ever do to you?”

you gently push him up and grab the brush again. geto pulls his knees into his chest with a humph as you continue your work.

“you asked me for help,” you laugh when he settles back in. “besides, i’m almost done. just a couple more sections.”

long strands of black hair drape over his back and your knees, soft and delicate after your work. when geto is feeling lazy, he will throw his hair up quickly without thinking of the consequences. instead of fighting a losing batter with himself in the bathroom, he took a new route. trusting his best friend instead. he knows he shouldn’t be so careless with his hair, but despite the pain and discomfort, he craves your touch.

“all done,” you sing song as the brush makes one final pass from scalp to ends, and geto sighs with relief.

“finally,” he stands up slowly, stretching after sitting on the floor for so long. “you make it seem so easy!”

you give him an unamused look and he smirks.

“come on sugu, before i change my mind,”

geto walks to the kitchen, grabbing one of the bar stools and setting it in front of the kitchen sink while you grab what you need. due to his height and convenience, you have found this to be much easier.

“tilt your head back,” you use the faucet to wet his hair before you begin shampooing it. as your fingers massage into his scalp slowly, geto’s lips part ever so slightly. you let him relax for a few minutes, working the shampoo into his hair as his breathing becomes more steady.

he’s been busy lately, pulled every which way for missions. some being a couple hours, some a couple days. things have been crazy lately, so you’ll indulge for a little while to give him some rest.

his lips are pulled into a small smile throughout the rest of the wash, humming to himself while you finish up. when you begin to towel off his hair, brushing it one last time, he sighs.

“thank you,” he stands in your kitchen with a grin. “i could fall asleep right now,”

“want me to drive you? or, call satoru?”

“god no,” annoyance graces his features for a moment, thinking about what an absolute scene gojo would cause finding you here, doing geto’s hair for him. “i’ll be just fine, i promise.”

he looks very pretty like this. rarely do you see his hair all the way down. it falls down like silk, covering most of his back and decorating his sweatshirt with dark little drops of water from the ends. geto is much more relaxed than he was earlier, now with a pleased smile.

“are you off on another mission tomorrow?” you’re leaned up against the kitchen table while geto stands near your front door.

“actually i am off the hook for a few days, they decided to send satoru instead.”

you’re not quite ready to end your time together, considering how much you’ve missed him while he’s been busy.

“wanna stay and watch a show?”

geto snorts. he knows if he stays, he’ll fall asleep on your couch like always, leaving you to watch the show alone. but, like you, he’s not quite ready to leave.

“sure, one episode can’t hurt.”

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Imagine playing with Suguru Getos hair. He absolutely adore it. It's the way he'd lay his head on your lap while you watched a movie together so you had easy access.

Suguru would ask about your day and let your hands mindlessly scratch at his scalp. Your voice starts to drift away at the feeling of your fingers running through the long strands.

During make outs with you on his lap he gets the weakest when your hands slowly drift upwards on his neck. You tug at the hair near the nape of his neck making him choke of a moan bubbling in his throat. His scalp is so sensitive, it makes his breathing heavy with need.

Imagine when you sit next to eachother for work. It's silent, just the two of you working side by side on different projects. Your hands instinctively reach for the long strands of Sugurus hair to play with. He glances over at you but let's you continue. He relishes in the way it calms both of you down.

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maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

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not to sound "woke" or anything (bc no one knows how to use that term properly) but it's tiring how exclusive fanfics are for black ppl. like when im reading a fic n the writer says something like "you blushed" or "she ran her fingers through your hair" even though it's a minuscule part of the story in the grand scheme of things, to me it is just a small reminder that im not accepted into these spaces or that my features aren't desirable enough to be described. it might be "just a fanfic" to u but all these little reminders build up over n over again n honestly it can js take the joy out of reading fics sometimes ngl.

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he's so silly

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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Kidd, luffy and law x reader (love triangle) please 😽😻

Run wild and free

luffy x reader + law x reader + kid x reader

a/n: bestie that’s not a love triangle, that’s a love quadrangle lmao. jokes apart, I ended up making it a bit too platonic and about you joining their crew, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

reader’s powers: inspired by solo leveling

tags: post-wano, strong!reader, slow burn, tension

words count: 3.5k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The war for Wano is over.

Kaido has fallen. Orochi is dead. The Beasts Pirates have been crushed.

And yet, despite the celebrations, the laughter, and the cries of victory in the Flower Capital, you stand apart alone, as you’re used to.

The battlefield still writhes with shadows. Black, eerie figures kneel at your feet, remnants of those you’ve slain, now bound to your will.

Your power grants you dominion over the dead. Every opponent you cut down becomes yours, their shadows shackled to you in eternal servitude.

Some call you a monster. Others call you a deity of war. Either way, they fear you.

And that’s why the three most dangerous men alive are now fighting over you.

“Oi! There you are!”

Luffy’s voice rings across the ruined battlefield, his footsteps loud as he runs up to you. His grin is as bright as ever, completely unaffected by the haunting army of shadows still lurking behind you.

“That was so cool!” he says, eyes practically sparkling “You should totally join my crew!”

You blink “What?”

“You’re strong! And awesome! And you’d love the Sunny!” Luffy laughs “I bet you and Zoro would get along!”

You tilt your head. He’s serious.

Before you can answer...

“Tch. Move it, Straw Hat.”

Boots stomp onto the cracked ground. Kid.

His crimson eyes burn with something like admiration but it’s buried beneath his usual arrogance.

“You’re not actually considering that dumbass, are you?” He folds his arms, metal arm gleaming under the moonlight “You belong with a real crew… mine.”

You smirk “You mean a ship full of lunatics?”

Kid’s grin widens “Exactly, you’re obviously one of us.”

Before you can respond—

“You two never shut up.”

The voice is calm, sharp. Surgical.

Law steps forward, hands in his coat pockets, golden eyes locked onto you. Unlike the others, he doesn’t demand or taunt.

He simply says “You’re not looking for chaos. You’re not looking for a crew of idiots fighting over scraps. You’re looking for something bigger.” His gaze sharpens “Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

The air tightens. The unspoken challenge crackles like thunder.

Luffy’s grin never fades “I’m not losing to either of you.”

Kid scoffs “Like hell you aren’t.”

Law just smirks “We’ll see.”

You exhale. They’re serious.

Three captains. Three paths.

You sigh, crossing your arms as you watch Luffy, Kid, and Law glare at each other, their presence crackling like lightning in the air.

“You guys do realize,” you deadpan, “that I never said I was joining any of you? You all know I’m a lonely pirate and somehow I already have my crew…”

Luffy ignores you “They’re all shadows… Join my crew, Y/N!” he says, grinning ear to ear “We’re all super strong! And we have a cook who makes the best food ever!”

Kid scoffs “You think food is what’s gonna convince them, Straw Hat?” He turns to you, crimson eyes gleaming “You’re wasted with these idiots. With me, you’d have the strongest crew on the seas. No one could touch us. And admit it, your powers fit us.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple like he’s already exhausted by both of them “You two are insufferable.” He looks at you, his golden eyes sharp and calculating “You don’t need chaos. You don’t need a circus act. You need something real. Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

You blink at them. They’re serious.

You already knew that Luffy was stubborn as hell, Kid was relentless, and Law was dangerous in the quietest ways, but you didn’t think they’d actually fight over you.

Your silence seems to fuel the fire.

“What can you even offer them, Trafalgar?” Kid sneers, cracking his knuckles “A crew full of weaklings?”

“I have a submarine” Law says coolly.

Luffy pauses “…That’s actually kind of cool. But the Sunny is way cooler! And we have the best musician ever! Do you guys even have music on your ships?”

You exhale through your nose “You guys do realize you’re treating me like a damn prize, right?”

Luffy blinks “Huh?”

Law sighs “That’s not what this is.”

Kid smirks “I mean, it kinda is.”

The ground shakes as your shadows shift, the weight of your power pressing down on the air “You’re acting like I’m just gonna follow one of you like a lost puppy.”

Kid grins “Wouldn’t say no to that.”

Before you can reply, a new voice cuts in.

“Oi! What the hell is going on here? We thought you were killing each other.”

You glance over to see Zoro, Killer, and Bepo approaching, the rest of their respective crews trailing behind them. Nami, Sanji, and Usopp are already watching from a distance, curiosity burning in their eyes. Heat and Wire stand near Killer, arms crossed. Shachi and Penguin exchange glances, whispering to each other.

It’s clear that the entire alliance has noticed the brewing tension.

“What is this, some kind of territory dispute?” Zoro grumbles, adjusting his swords.

“Oh, it’s worse,” Sanji says, lighting a cigarette “They’re fighting over y/n.”

Zoro pauses “Wait, seriously?”

“Seems like” Nami confirms.

Bepo looks at Law, confused “Captain, what’s happening?”

“Nothing” Law says flatly.

Killer sighs “Eustass-ya, this is ridiculous.”

Kid waves him off “Shut up, Killer. I’m working.”

“Working?” You narrow your eyes.

Kid shrugs, smirking “I like collecting powerful things.”

Luffy snorts “Well, I like collecting friends!”

Law rubs his temples again, clearly regretting everything.

Sanji exhales a plume of smoke “Well, well. What an interesting little mess.” as he eyes you with a smirk.

Your shadows ripple violently.

“Absolutely not.”

The temperature seems to drop as your aura expands. Even the wind seems to hold its breath.

The crews tense. They’ve seen you fight. They’ve seen the horrors your power can unleash.

Kid whistles, impressed “Damn. I like that.”

Luffy grins, unfazed “Your powers are so cool!”

Law watches you closely. Too closely. His golden eyes see more than you want him to.

You exhale “I don’t take orders from anyone. Not you. Not the World Government. Not anyone.”

Kid smirks “Then what do you want?”

You hesitate.

Because the truth is that you don’t know.

Luffy steps closer, eyes bright with something honest “You wanna see the world with us?”

Kid leans in, voice dropping into something dangerous “Or do you wanna rule it?”

Law, ever the strategist, doesn’t ask. He just looks at you and says “You’re searching for something. I can help you find it.”

The weight of their offers settles over you like a storm.

And for the first time in a long time you feel something real.

Luffy’s grin softens “You’d be awesome on the Sunny!”

Kid scoffs “Or you could actually be on a ship worthy of your strength.”

Law sighs, tilting his head slightly “You’re both exhausting.” But his eyes flick back to you, and for a second you see something intense.

They’re not letting this go.

“Yeesh, are they flirting or fighting?” Nami mutters.

Usopp stares “I… honestly can’t tell.”

Killer just sighs “Both.”

Heat nudges Wire “Should we start taking bets?”

Sanji exhales, watching you closely “Lucky bastards.”

You ignore them all, looking at the three captains in front of you. You’re not stupid, you know this isn’t just about power anymore.

It’s about you.

Kid steps closer, voice dropping just for you “You’re different.” His crimson eyes glint with something hungry “You’re not scared of me. You’re not scared of anything, are you?”

You smirk “Should I be?”

His grin stretches wider “I’d like to see you try.”

Luffy, still smiling, grabs your wrist. His fingers are warm, rough from battle and adventure, but there’s nothing forceful in the way he holds you. It’s just excited, unfiltered emotion.

“You’d have so much fun with us, y/n!” He leans in, voice almost giddy “I wanna show you the whole world!”

Your heart skips. Just a little.

Then a hand grabs Luffy’s wrist, yanking it off of you.

Law.

His touch is cool, precise, almost possessive. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Luffy, then at you. There’s something undeniably sharp in his gaze now.

Something dangerous.

“Don’t touch them so casually” he says. His voice is low.

Luffy just tilts his head “Huh? Why not?”

Law doesn’t answer.

Kid watches, then laughs “Holy shit. You’re jealous.”

Law ignores him, eyes still locked on you “This isn’t a game.” His voice is quieter now “Not for me.”

And for once, you don’t know what to say.

The air feels heavier now, not from battle, but from something far more dangerous.

This isn’t just about alliances anymore.

This is a chase.

The weight of their gazes presses in. Too much.

You exhale slowly, rolling your shoulders back. The shadows one by one sink into the ground, vanishing like ink in water, back to where they belong.

The battlefield is quiet.

Kid watches with sharp interest “Tch. Even your Devil Fruit is showy.”

Luffy tilts his head, blinking “Huh? Where’d they go?”

Law doesn’t speak, just watches you with that calculating gaze, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking.

But you don’t give them the chance.

You turn on your heel and walk away.

Not a word.

Not an explanation.

Just silence.

The festival in the Flower Capital is alive with laughter, music, and sake. People are celebrating, embracing their long-awaited freedom.

The people of Wano don’t know you like they know the others. You’re not a Straw Hat, not a Heart Pirate, not part of Kid’s crew. You’re just a shadow passing through their victory.

It should be freeing.

It isn’t.

You settle against a wooden post near a quieter part of the town, eyes drifting up to the lanterns lighting up the sky. The night is warm, the air thick with the scent of grilled food and spilled alcohol. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Brook playing music, the faint sound of Luffy laughing, the chaotic voices of pirates and samurai alike.

And yet, you’re alone.

Just how you like it.

…Right?

“You’re hard to find.”

The voice is low, familiar.

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Trafalgar Law.

He steps beside you, hands tucked in his coat pockets, golden eyes flicking toward yours. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you. Something unspoken.

You don’t acknowledge him right away. Just sip from the drink you swiped earlier.

“You followed me?”

Law doesn’t deny it “You left without saying anything.”

“You guys were annoying me.”

He exhales through his nose, amused “I figured.”

Silence stretches between you, comfortable but heavy. The festival noise hums in the background, but this moment feels separate from all of it.

After a beat, Law speaks again.

“You’re not staying, are you?”

“Would that disappoint you?”

Law’s gaze sharpens, but not with irritation, but something deeper.

“I don’t like wasting my time,” he murmurs “And I don’t chase things I can’t keep.”

Your heartbeat stumbles.

A challenge. A warning. A confession. Maybe all three.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t know what to say, and Law notices.

Your grip tightens around your cup, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral “That so?”

Law doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, too closely, as if he’s already mapping out every possible move you could make. Then he tilts his head slightly.

“You don’t run from battles.” His voice is smooth, steady “But you walked away from us.”

You scoff ��Don’t tell me you took that personally.”

He exhales through his nose “I don’t take things personally. I just like to understand what I’m dealing with.” His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, unreadable “And you? You’re an enigma.”

A small smirk tugs at your lips “Flattery, Trafalgar?”

“Observation.”

The weight of his gaze lingers. Heavy. And something about it, about him, unsettles you in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. Because he’s right.

You don’t walk away from fights. You don’t back down from challenges. But something about them, about this whole mess, made you leave.

Before you can respond, a loud, familiar voice cuts through the air.

“There you are!”

Footsteps. Heavy boots against wood.

Kid.

He stomps over, crimson eyes flicking between you and Law, his lip curling “The hell is this?”

You raise a brow “A conversation?”

Kid huffs, rolling his shoulders like he’s shaking off some irritation “Didn’t think you were the type to have quiet conversations.”

Law clicks his tongue “And I didn’t think you were the type to go looking for someone who left without a word.”

Kid’s eyes darken “Tch. You think I give a damn if they left? I just don’t like loose ends.”

But the way his gaze lingers on you says otherwise.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid “Why are you two even here?”

Kid folds his arms “Maybe I don’t like being ignored.”

Law hums “Needy.”

“Shut the hell up, Trafalgar.”

You sigh “You’re both ridiculous.”

Kid leans against the post next to you, his smirk sharp “Maybe. But you didn’t answer the question.”

You glance at him “What question?”

He tilts his head, watching you like a predator watching its prey “Are you staying?”

The air between you tightens.

You could lie and tell them exactly what they want to hear, but you don’t answer at all. And this silence is what gets them.

Kid’s smirk twitches, like he doesn’t like not knowing. Law’s fingers flex at his sides, like he wants to dissect every inch of your thoughts.

And just when you think you might finally get some peace a familiar laugh echoes.

Luffy.

He lands in front of you, grinning like he hasn’t just dropped into the middle of something tense.

“Oi, y/n!” His grin stretches wide, his eyes shining “I’ve been looking for you!”

Of course he has. Of course they all have.

Luffy's wide eyes flick between you, Law, and Kid and he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Eh? You guys are here too?”

Kid rolls his eyes “No shit.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple “Straw Hat-ya, this really isn’t—”

But Luffy’s already stepping into your space. Closer than the others. Closer than anyone should be.

His warm fingers brush against your wrist, tugging lightly but not pulling, not forcing.

“You left before the party started,” he says, pouting “I wanted to drink with you.”

His voice isn’t demanding. It’s something worse... soft.

Unfiltered. Real.

Your pulse skips just for a second. And from the way Law tenses and Kid narrows his eyes, you know they notice.

You don’t pull away, but you don’t answer either.

Luffy tilts his head “Are you mad?”

You blink “Why would I be mad?”

He shrugs “Dunno. Maybe ‘cause we wouldn’t stop arguing in front of you.”

Kid scoffs “You mean because you wouldn’t shut up?”

Luffy grins “Well, yeah.”

Law exhales, voice flat “Straw Hat-ya, you’re not helping.”

But Luffy doesn’t care. He never does. He just looks at you, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

“You didn’t answer Kid’s question” he says.

You freeze. Of course he noticed.

Kid shifts beside you, arms crossed, eyes burning “Yeah, y/n. You staying or not?”

Law watches you, calculating, unreadable.

The festival noise fades. It’s just them. Just this. And you still don’t answer. Not because you don’t know, but because they all want different things.

Kid wants power. A challenge. Someone who doesn’t bend to him but still stands beside him. And you can give him that.

Law wants strategy. Precision. Someone he can trust, someone who understands things without needing to say them. And, angain, you can give him that.

Luffy just...

Luffy just wants you as you.

Not for your strength. Not for your Devil Fruit.

Just because you’re you.

And that’s the scariest thing of them all to you.

So instead of answering, you finally pull your hand back.

“I’m going to get a drink” you say simply.

Then you walk away, again. And this time none of them stop you.

Your boots move over the worn wooden planks of the street, but your mind lingers on the moment you pulled away. On the way they looked at you. You grip the sake bottle you swiped from a distracted vendor, your fingers pressing just a little too tightly around it. You shouldn’t care and yet... Footsteps. You don’t turn. You don’t have to. “I thought I told you I was getting a drink” you murmur. A low chuckle. Rough, amused. “Didn’t say I wasn’t getting one too.” Kid. Of course. You glance over your shoulder. He’s close.

Crimson eyes gleaming, coat still torn from battle, his usual sneer replaced with something slower, something that lingers. He’s looking at you like you’re his favorite fight.

You sigh, raising the bottle to your lips “What, afraid I’ll disappear?”

Kid’s smirk sharpens “I don’t get afraid.”

You swallow, letting the warmth of the sake burn down your throat “Could’ve fooled me.”

His grin widens “Tch. You wish.”

You should tell him to leave but you don’t. Because despite the way Kid is all sharp edges, all arrogance, all chaos, he’s also the one who followed. The one who didn’t let you slip into the night alone.

“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to, anyway?” he asks.

You tilt your head, watching him “Who says I’m running?”

Kid scoffs “Please. You didn’t just walk away. You walked the hell out.”

You hum, taking another slow sip “And yet, here you are.”

His smirk doesn’t fade “Damn right.”

“You’re different from them” he mutters.

You raise a brow “Them?”

His eyes flick back to where Law and Luffy were.

“They don’t get you like I do.” His voice drops just slightly, lower, rougher “You don’t play nice. You don’t follow. And you sure as hell don’t belong on a crew that treats life like a damn adventure story.”

You exhale, tapping the bottle against your thigh “That why you’re here?”

Kid takes another step closer, his voice a challenge and a promise all at once.

“I’m here ‘cause you don’t belong to anyone, y/n...”

His grin turns sharp.

“...but you could stand beside me. And you know that.”

A challenge. A temptation. And a mistake.

Because before you can answer, another voice cuts in.

“You don’t decide that for them.”

Kid turns, scowling, just as Law steps into the light.

You exhale through your nose “Figures you’d show up next. You all won't give up until I make a choice, will you?”

Law doesn’t deny it “Because you keep walking away” His voice is level “But you didn’t leave.”

Kid scoffs “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

But Law ignores him. He steps closer, close enough that the air between you shifts. His voice is quieter now, meant only for you.

“If you were really leaving, you would’ve been gone by now.”

You grip the bottle tighter “And what if I just wanted a damn drink in peace?”

“Then you wouldn’t have let him follow.”

Your pulse stumbles. Kid’s jaw clenches, but before he can snap back, a familiar warmth crashes into you.

Luffy.

Arms wrapping around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his laugh bright, unbothered by the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

“There you are!” He pulls back just enough to grin up at you “I knew you weren’t really leaving yet!”

You blink “What makes you so sure?”

Luffy tilts his head, confused by the question itself “Because you didn’t say goodbye.”

The simplicity of it hits harder than it should, because he’s right. You didn’t.

Law’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t look away from you “You’re still deciding.”

Kid’s jaw ticks “Tch. Just say it already.”

Luffy just waits, still smiling. Because he already knows.

And suddenly, you realize that so do you.

You inhale. Exhale. And then you turn.

Not to Kid.

Not to Law.

But to Luffy.

His eyes widen slightly, his fingers twitching against your sleeve “Eh?”

Your lips curl into a smirk “Took you long enough to find me, though”

Then he jumps with joy, hugs you tightly and kiss you on the cheek, which shocks you.

Luffy’s arms still wrapping tight around you like he never wants to let go.

Kid curses loudly, wheeling around to storm off, shoving a stunned passerby out of his way “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Law sighs heavily, running a hand down his face “Honestly.” But there’s no real bitterness in his voice, just understanding. Because they both saw it before you did.

You were never meant to follow. Never meant to stand beside them.

You were meant to run wild and free, with the only captain who never wanted to tame you in the first place.

Luffy pulls back, beaming, his hands still tight around you “So that means you’re coming with me, right?”

“As if you’d let me go.”

He grins.

“Never.”

[will0waesthetic]

Thinking about.....

Nerd!Gojo who’d spotted you from across the lecture hall at the introductory seminar for his psych course. Glasses – they looked like those blue light ones – perched on the bridge of your nose, undivided attention on…your phone. Not like he’d blame you for it in the slightest, the beginning was just basic introductions to the professor and to the course. Not that he’d ever judge you, he doesn’t know you.

Yet, at least.

Nerd!Gojo who assumes that you’d sit in that same spot the next class and seats himself in the row behind. Not to talk to you or anything but to make it a likelihood if you’d decided to do it first. Better behind you than half a class away. He thanks the gods under his breath as you find your seat right where he’d expected. Tough luck for the person who’d claimed this seat first day, this would be his for the rest of the semester.

Nerd!Gojo who kind of has to brand himself as a bit of a liar. Who cares little for etiquette in the next class and seats himself in the seat right next to where you’re usually sat, kind of sort of counting the minutes till you pop into class with your cute little glasses for reading and your pretty outfits. You’re obviously quite confused by the new face in the adjacent seat, a face you’d sworn you’d seen occupying the seat behind you last class but you think nothing of it and flash him a quick smile. A mere 2 minutes to class starting didn't leave much time for chatting with the new (sort of) familiar face. Class ends soon enough, and with the next one being half way across campus with 20 minutes to get there according to your watch, packing quickly is imperative.

Nerd!Gojo kind of wants to slap himself upside the head because even an entirely unneeded request of sharing your textbook would’ve opened up a damn line of communication with you. But no, he’d sat there, attention half on some lecture on the foundations of psych, half on the too pretty you sat next to him. Honey and sunshine, the slightest tinge of something sweet - he’s not sure he’s smelt anyone better. He wonders if that’s just your natural scent, thinks he’d like to get closer to figure out the notes. Thinks you'd slap him upside the head yourself for the creepy thought.

Nerd!Gojo takes his chance on the 5th meeting or so. The most he’d gotten out of you was a smile each time and stupid him would freeze up the tiniest bit, uncharacteristically. Nerd!Gojo wasn’t the unsociable type at all but it seemed like he just couldn’t…well, couldn’t exactly talk to someone like you? Super pretty, kind of intimidating? He’s unsure of how it’d been easy as hell to become friends with notoriously intimidating Suguru but this feels different.

Nerd!Gojo who uses his totally real interest in scents (seriously) to create that line of communication he’d been looking for all this while. 2 weeks later. A simple ‘You smell really good’ in passing, eyes moving from his laptop mid note up to the presentation, feeling the heat of your gaze at the side of his face.

Nerd!Gojo who has no idea how long you’d been waiting for him to make conversation, holy fucking shit. 5th times the charm right? You’d think the smiles every time and the attempts at conversation would’ve made it more obvious. “Thanks! It’s this insanely expensive one I saw online.”

Nerd!Gojo who’s surprised at how easily the conversation flows from that point on. To perfume, to not perfume, to things completely unrelated. Limited to the time limit of the lecture and between paying attention and taking notes - you both had to pass after all. With a slot left free with no class scheduled, same as you, Nerd!Gojo takes his chance to ask as you’re both packing. Big ass leap of faith. “Coffee since you’re not too busy?”

Nerd!Gojo who kind of wants to do backflips from your acceptance, even as you two are walking to a cozy little shop tucked away on campus. You chat all the way to the shop, from classes to hobbies, surface level and a little deeper. He expects company and coffee, a chance to make a new friend. Nerd!Gojo who hadn’t at all expected the impromptu date vibe (unless that’s what this was). Bright eyed under those black rimmed glasses perched on his nose, attention undivided on everything you as you speak. Your goal here, a sort of shitty professor and such. Again, the conversation just flows, smooth as butter and he’s so glad for it, so glad for how easily you’d clicked that day.

─────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Nerd!Gojo who’s filled with an almost unhealthy amount of giddiness every time he thinks back to the sort of low effort convo opener because if not for that he’s not sure you’d have the foundation you’d have now. Friends for 7 months, quite literally dancing around each other for 2 of those before he stopped being a pussy and asked you out.

Nerd!Gojo who’s stood outside your lecture hall with the prettiest little bouquet of your fave flowers, an early gift for the celebration of 2 years official. The grin that splits on his lips comes easy when your face brightens as you step out, swept up into thick arms, kiss planted right to the center of his mouth.

Nerd!Gojo who didn't have to change how he acts at all because you like him like that..? All calculus jokes and ink stained fingertips – action figures and marvel. He could ramble on and on about any of his interests and you, in your own words wanted to ‘kiss his face raw’. He thinks he likes the idea of you doing just that.

Nerd!Gojo who absolutely adores you and pampers you every opportunity he gets because according to him ‘who else would he pamper if not his pretty baby.’ Pampered with gifts, pampered with affection. You don’t think you can go more than a couple hours without a kiss to your nose, your lips. Maybe a press of soft lips to the back of your hand. He doesn’t let you go long without it, of course. Showers you in affection a reasonable amount. His mouth on you comes like little microdoses and now you’re not sure how long you can last without it.

Nerd!Gojo who seemingly loves calling you every pet name under the sun, baby being his most preferred. You’d get sunshine here and there too. Nerd!Gojo who doesn’t believe in the fuckass honeymoon phase because he feels the same way for you he’d felt day 1 up till now.

Nerd!Gojo who still kind of has shitty but effective study methods. Who is sort of shit at taking care of himself at times. Pre-You Gojo had himself properly hooked on energy drinks to stay up late -- something about working better at night -- barely leaving his dorm on weekends just for needed recharge. There’s obviously less of that with Post-You him. Less energy drinks, more doing assignments together when you got a chance.

The slightest yawn and he’d be tugged against your smaller frame like he is now, stupid dorm bed too small to accommodate the both of you but you’d somehow always make it work. Head on the softness of your chest, the lightest scrape of nails against his scalp emptying his thoughts with ridiculous ease.

Nerd!Gojo who thanks the damn heavens for too expensive perfume and even better coffee as you kiss his temple, warm and happy as he dozes off.

[will0waesthetic]

JUST CASUAL?

smau: in which they want more but you.. don’t?

cw: some angst, mentions of sex so MDNI, names are kept the same :p

featuring: gojo, geto, toji, nanami, choso, and sukuna

[will0waesthetic]

satoru who reads one online article on how to make his crush fall in love with him and is convinced that the best way to do so is to watch horror movies with you. he plans it all out in his head: you'll get scared and he'll wrap an arm around you and tell you that there's no reason for you to be afraid since he's with you and he'd never let anything bad happen to you. and afterwards, you'll fall asleep with your head on his shoulder or in his lap and realize you're so in love with him you never want to leave him.

only problem? he doesn't account for the fact that you may not get scared.

so when the time comes around and he's set everything up and presses play on the movie, he's so excited he can barely contain himself. he doesn't even watch the movie, his eyes are trained on you, waiting for the perfect moment when you cover your face with your hands and only peek at the screen.

only… that moment never comes. he sits through all of the one hour and fifty minutes that the movie runs and you don't get scared. you don't hide behind him. you don't even flinch at the loud noises and the ugly monster. but now the movie's over and realistically, he has no reason to keep you there.

“i think i'll have to leave now, satoru,” you say after a while, looking down at your phone. “it's getting late.”

he gives an awkward laugh. “hey, c'mon. it's not that late yet. let's watch another one!”

he bothers you until you sigh and agree because it's satoru and he'd never let you go otherwise. he bribes you by telling you that you can pick the movie this time around.

another thing he didn't account for in his plan is that he may end up being the one getting scared.

whatever hellish movie it is you put on, it is not up satoru's alley. when there's a particular bad jumpscare—which you don't react to either—he actually flinches hard, his arm wrapping around you shoulder. he buries his face against your neck with a pout on his lips.

this isn't how it was supposed to go! the stupid article didn't say anything about this!

but once you place your hand on his head and run your fingers through his hair, he realizes that this isn't so bad either. he spends the rest of the movie flinching and whining at every little thing just so he has an excuse to hang on tighter.

[will0waesthetic]

crimson peak au

with gojo or geto

[will0waesthetic]

Chef Sukuna (ex Gangster/Yakuza)

-Sukuna started working at a ramen restaurant at just 15 years old, intending it to be a summer job. However, he ended up staying there for an additional 2 years because he enjoyed it.

-He'd swear up and down he wasn't into cooking or being called a chef, but Sukuna actually enjoyed it, contrary to his assertions.

-At the age of 17, Sukuna got involved with a bad crowd, leading him to quit his job at the ramen shop, drop out of high school, and become a member of the Yakuza.

-Sukuna quickly rose through the ranks of the Yakuza, becoming the leader of the largest criminal group in underground Tokyo by the time he was 20, earning a spot on the most wanted list.

-Even though he hadn't whipped up a meal in ages, Sukuna couldn't shake the craving for it. So, when he wasn't busy roughing people up, he'd throw together a dish or two for himself.

-Sukuna began getting tattoos at a young age, leading people to believe he was a member of the Yakuza even when he was working at the ramen shop, which deterred anyone from messing with him.

-Sukuna was always intimidating, he had this knack for keeping peace at the ramen shop. If things got rowdy, he'd take it outside, literally, to the dark alley.

-Sukuna's parents had divorced, and he lived with his overworked father. Their relationship was distant until Sukuna dropped out of high school, resulting in a big fight that led to Sukuna being kicked out.

-As a Yakuza leader, Sukuna was highly feared and respected for his tattoos and unmatched physical strength, standing at 6'6" and weighing 200 pounds of pure muscle.

-Despite drawing attention from both men and women, Sukuna remained uninterested and reserved, saving himself for a fictional "one woman."

-In boring Yakuza meetings, Sukuna would entertain himself by writing menus and ingredient lists for dishes.

-Sukuna had a sweet grandmother who he visited once a year, owning an old ramen shop and cooking for him during his visits. She was the only family member who loved him unconditionally.

-Sukuna taught his men to be respectful and care for the people in their territory, showing no mercy even to his own men if they mistreated women and children.

-Sukuna was both respected and feared by his men; his mere look was enough to instill fear, with rumors circulating that he had killed five men with his bare hands.

-Sukuna and his men were arrested one fateful day, with his men taking most of the sentencing, sparing him from a life in jail.

-His mugshot? Let's just say it broke the internet due to his striking appearance, with many people advocating for his release based on his looks. Who knew a pink-haired, tattooed tough guy could look so… photogenic?

-Three years in the slammer turned into five, thanks to Sukuna's habit of picking fights. Almost killed a guy once, just 'cause he annoyed him.

-Sukuna was ashamed when his grandmother visited him in jail, as he had never told her about his criminal activities.

-Upon his grandmother's urging, Sukuna promised to ditch the thug life and join her at the ramen shop in Kyoto. He kept his promise, leading to a quick release from jail.

-Sukuna made his grandmother retire and took over the restaurant, making significant changes and hiring new staff who were willing to reform.

-Renaming himself Ryomen, Sukuna's shop in Kyoto gained many customers attracted by his appearance but stayed for the addictive food he served.

-Sukuna's heart was as big as his biceps( he would kill himself before admitting that). He gave former inmates and overlooked individuals job opportunities, expanding his business to other major cities.

-Despite numerous offers, Sukuna declined interviews from TV programs and YouTubers, fearing exposure and maintaining a low profile due to lingering enemies.

-After three years of release from prison, Sukuna, now 29, had settled into a stable life, happily living with his grandma. However, Grandma's incessant nagging about marriage was starting to wear on him.

-Just as Sukuna was about to close up his shop at midnight, you and your friend arrived, seeking a late-night snack. Despite being exhausted from a busy night of serving, Sukuna couldn't refuse the opportunity to feed hungry customers.

-You arrived in Japan a year ago for vacation but decided to stay, drawn in by your love for the country and your studies. On the night of your encounter with Sukuna, you and your best friend were out for a walk when the craving for some good ramen hit. Luckily, Sukuna's shop was open, so you both stepped in with empty stomachs.

-The moment Sukuna laid eyes on you, he knew you were something special. He couldn't tear his gaze away, not even to save his burning meat from turning into charcoal on the grill. His staff had a good laugh at his expense However, he quickly silenced their laughter, determined to make a good impression.

-Even your friend couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Sukuna's flustered state. And you? Well, you were completely oblivious to the silent exchange happening around you.

-After finishing your meal (which you had already planned on ordering every day), you prepared to leave. But your friend stopped in front of you and whispered for you to turn around. As you did, you saw Sukuna, towering over you with a shy blush peeking through his tattoos.

-Despite the language barrier, Sukuna and you managed to communicate, and it became clear that Sukuna wanted your number. You felt shy but flattered, realizing that he was exactly your type. 

-Swiftly exchanging numbers on his phone (you noticed the tattoos on his palm!), you made your way back to your friend.

-Both of you were nervous and love-struck, but it was evident to everyone that this was the beginning of a cute and wholesome love story. Despite the language and cultural barriers, love found a way to blossom between you and Sukuna.