inspired by lizzy mcalpine's soccer practice!
this is a small little oneshot to celebrate 100 followers thank you everyone who has supported me! im so grateful for everybody <3
ive been writing lots of smaus recently but im working on some written works! thank u again everyone!
‘sora, aiko, hurry up!’ your husband’s voice boomed from down the hallway.
from your room you could hear the patter of your children' s tiny feet hitting the hardwood floor
as you peeked your head out of the room, you were just in time to see the two children skid to a stop in front of their dad.
‘let’s go,’ tobio said, shouldering two duffle bags.
‘bye mommy! see you after volleyball!’ said the two kids in unison.
you smiled and waved as the front door closed shut behind them.
you were dreaming again, dreaming of him.
the sky outside was still dark. grabbing your phone, you squinted letting your eyes adjust to the glow of the screen.
7am.
somewhere out there, past the confines of your apartment, a certain black-haired, blue eyed boy was wearing a schweiden adlers jersey. going through the motions of warmup before his game.
even after all this time, he was still laser focused on volleyball–like it was all he knew how to do. you couldn’t fault him for that, it was the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place anyway.
the fire in his eyes when he spoke about the court drew you in and kept you for a very, very long time. you had wished that someday, he would look at you with the same passion.
late at night, lying tangled in the sheets, your head on his chest, both of you spoke of your futures, you mentioned kids, a nice house somewhere in the countryside, living a simple life. he talked about volleyball–v. league, nationals, climbing higher and higher and higher.
his dreams soared past the boundaries of your imagination. you were hard pressed to keep up–you tried everything. you were even willing to give up the countryside dream if it meant that you would be by his side.
you can’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like if you were still in his life. if both of you had decided to work past the differences and come to a compromise.
maybe if that night had gone differently. if you had just stayed calm, instead of accusing him of loving volleyball more than you. if he had just stayed instead of walking out. if both of you had put your pride aside the next day and said something. anything.
if. what a horrible word. so many hearts painfully shattered from those two tiny letters.
would you be donning a number 20 jersey? would you be on the sidelines cheering him on? would he be running to you after the win?
you hope it happens in another universe, but in this one, all you can do is dream.
this is the last game, so make it count, it's now or never!
texts with yuji but you like inumaki!
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notes: i fear i mightve lost the plot already... BUT IT'S OK if anyone is reading this tell me if it's a good idea if i should make like 2 endings one for yuji and one for toge
you're in my way now, don't go where you don't belong
texts with yuji but you like inumaki
there's a written part below the first image!
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as you walked out the dorms and towards the school gates, toge had already been waiting there, holding a bouquet of tulips
'inumaki-senpai, you didn't have to get me anything' you exclaimed.
'salmon!' toge shook his head. holding the bouquet in one hand, he grabbed yours with the other. interlocking fingers, both of you head out to the cafe.
stepping through the doors of the cafe, you were immediately transported into a fairytail tavern. the space was beautifully decorated with the most beautiful bouquet of pink flowers adorning every table.
as both of you approached a table, toge set down the bouquet and pulled a chair out, motioning for you to sit down.
'tuna?' he asked pointing towards the menu handing above the counter.
'i'll get a hot chocolate and a chocolate cake, thank you so much inuamki-senpai.'
toge frowned and shook his head, 'tuna mayo,' he mumbled, pointing to himself.
'okay, i'll call you toge,' toge beamed, shooting you a thumbs up before leaving to order.
just when toge placed down your food and drinks, the screech of the chair against the floor could be heard. turning to the left, all you could see was a mass of pink hair flopping down beside you.
'hey guys, what's up!' yuji surveyed the contents on the table 'oh wow this looks amazing! don't mind if i help myself,'
picking up a fork, yuji chipped off a chunk of your chocolate cake. 'mmmmm, this is so good, do you want some y/n?'
'that was my cake,' snatching the fork out of yuji's hand, you pointed to the door 'i think it's time for you to leave,'
yuji raised both arms in mock surrender, slowly backing out of the restaurant, not before shooting you a wink as the door closed behind him.
you looked towards toge, 'i'm so sor-'
'salmon salmon!' it's okay.
the rest of the date went smoothly. however, the air felt thick between you and toge as you walked back to school.
the moment the door to your room shut behind you, you whipped out your phone. intending to give yuji a piece of your mind.
notes: yay part 2 is here sorry it's kind of short school just started and im kind of busy, hopefully part 3 will come soon when i'm free LOL
texts with kageyama tobio as his girlfriend but you're both broke!
notes: everyone needs to go try chocopie it's like a smores BUT BETTER, also i just love kageyama, sorry if it's ooc
bc u guys are broke both of u work part time!
devil! sukuna x angel! reader, kinda bad, ooc, not proofread, i'm rusty at writing
devil! sukuna who’s your sworn nemesis since the beginning of time
devil! sukuna who’s whole shtick is making deals with gullible humans
devil! sukuna who hates angel! reader for talking the humans out of the deal, making devil! sukuna miss his daily quota
devil! sukuna who’s a pain in the ass to get rid of. somehow whenever you’re trying to stop a deal, it’s always him making it!
devil! sukuna who flashes you that lopsided grin that definitely doesn’t make your knees weak. you try not to think about it but whenever he gives that shit-eating grin, you almost forget what you’re here to do. but no fear! you shake it off fast enough to stop the deal.
devil! sukuna who purposely prolongs his deal-makings, hoping that you would show to stop him, giving him a chance to see you.
devil! sukuna who hates loves the shine of your halo, the way the moonlight would catch at your features, giving you a heavenly glow, the cadence of your voice when trying to comfort a distressed human.
devil! sukuna who after centuries of playing the same game, realises he’s fallen in love with you
devil! sukuna who doesn’t realise you like him as much as he likes you
devil! sukuna who continues to play this game for another few centuries, falling even deeper and deeper in love with you as time passes by. he wishes things were different every time he sees you–that both of you were on the same side..alas, you could never be.
devil! sukuna who begs and begs and begs to be let go, to be allowed to quit so he could have a chance! just one chance to be with you. devil! sukuna who after decades of begging finally got his wish. he was relieved from his duties.
devil! sukuna who immediately went to the fountain where you broke so many of his deals and waited…waited days until you showed up.
angel! reader who showed up extremely confused when you saw devil! sukuna sitting at the fountain alone. you broke down in tears when you heard what he did. sprinting towards him, throwing your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his.
eons of both of you dancing around your unspoken feelings leading to the kiss that finally united heaven and hell.
notes: hi i havent posted in so long this is kinda bad too oops uh i was supposed to make this a long fic but i just couldnt put everything into words properly so ya
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ pairing: megumi fushiguro xf!/gn!reader
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ content: loosely inspired by the song i'm scared i'll never sleep again by 5sos, just a short drabble bc im lowk in a writing slump rn + i have work for 5 days this week🥴 just fluff lol also not proofread im lazy sorry
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ word count: 355
megumi looked like death had come knocking on his door. his eye bags were pitch black, eyes glossed over and unfocused, the whites of his eyes were streaked with red–all telltale signs of sleep depravation. you knew it was bad but not this bad.
ever since the two of you started dating, megumi hasn’t spent a night on his own. once the sound of gojo’s footsteps pacing the hallway disappears, megumi slips out of his dorm, tiptoeing into yours.
as expected megumi was greeted with the sight of you sitting comfortably on your plush bed, you trying–and failing to stay focused on your book. sleep already dragging you under. megumi pads across the room and slides under the covers, adjusting you so that your back is flush against his chest as both of you drift off into dreamland.
the mission lasted three days–for megumi, it meant three days without sleep. he couldn’t wait to be enveloped in your warmth–your presence by his side was able to calm all his nerves, allowing him to relax. without you, he would be up all night, thoughts running through his head at a mile a minute. and every bed just felt too empty when you weren't in it.
the car rolled to a stop in front of the school campus and megumi beelined to your dorm room. as soon as you opened the door, megumi fell onto you, his heavy body almost sending the both of you crashing to the ground. mustering all your strength, you dragged him into bed, placing his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair.
when megumi finally woke, it was the next day. you were slumped against the headboard, head lolling to the side as your hands were still tangled in his hair. slowly, megumi sat up and switched your positions–trying his best not to wake you.
‘gumi?’ you croaked, one eye cracked open.
‘sorry, go back to sleep.’ megumi whispered.
as the sun rose and illuminated your room with a soft glow, megumi pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, ‘you know how i can’t sleep without you.’
the world’s ending soon, in 5 days time an asteroid is about to fall into earth’s orbit. scientists have predicted that the asteroid will wipe out all life on earth. despite the impending doom, life is still happening–with life there is love.
🜸 pairing: itadori yuji x f!reader
🜸 content: inspired by wasteland, baby! by hozier and i've seen it by olivia dean. found family, love, sappy shit. uh mentions of dying, no happy ending sorry gang but there are cameos from some characters
🜸 word count: 4.1k (wow my longest fic yet)
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5 days until the end lit up on your screen.
you groaned, you wished that the government would stop with these morbid notifications already. like okayyyy we’re all about to die, don’t need to shove it up our asses.
ever since the announcement of the end of the world, everything has come to a standstill–no work, no school–you’re lucky that some restaurants and cafes are still open. you wouldn’t be mad if everything closed down, the workers should spend their last few moments with their families, doing things they love. but if they love their jobs that much, who are you to begrudge them. everyone should do what they love before they go.
you’ve tried to keep up a semblance of a routine. 8am wake up/ 9am eat breakfast/ 10am take a walk around the neighbourhood or walk to a new part of town/ 12pm visit nobara at the taco stand downtown /2pm settle down in a park to read/ 6pm walk while admiring the sunset/ 8pm try a new food place or any place that’s open/ 9pm get ready for bed/ 10pm scroll on tiktok, laugh at memes or whatever /11pm lights out.
at 10am sharp, you stepped out of your apartment and into the sunshine. right before you could even take a step, someone checked your shoulder hard, sending you flying. oof. arms outstretched as you tried to catch yourself before you face planted. just before you hit the hard earth–a hand yanked at your arm.
‘i am so sorry,’ the figure came into focus and you were met with the most stunning boy you had ever laid eyes on. his pink locks were framed by the sun, giving him an angelic halo. his eyes were the warmest brown, like the earth in spring. your breath hitched at the sight–suddenly you realised that you were standing chest to chest with him. you shrugged your arm out of his grip, scrambling backwards.
‘sorry-’
‘no i’m sorry, let’s start over, my name’s yuji, itadori yuji,’ he smiled and everything slowed down–it was like time itself had stopped to behold his beauty too.
‘i-i’m [name]’
‘so what do you do everyday? it seemed like you were going somewhere, you know before…’
‘well, i’m supposed to be going on a walk right now. care to join me?’ you said as you extended a hand.
he quirked an eyebrow at your boldness but took your hand anyways–fingers lacing with yours.
as both of you walked without a destination in mind, he began to share pieces of himself. he has two brothers, not entirely in blood but definitely in bond. his oldest brother, choso, the quiet to yuji’s noise, he has always been a voice of reason.
‘when i was freaking out about the whole meteroid shit, choso just sat there like a statue, repeating ‘there is life after death’, todo and i couldn’t believe it,’ yuji doubled over, cackling at the memory.
‘todo’s the literal opposite of cho, he’s so eccentric and he’s always down to clown–we constantly get into trouble and cho has to come save us,’ yuji said, wiping away the tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
you steered yuji towards the pier overlooking the city. gaze directed to the towering skyscrapers, you smiled–despite having lived here for 5 years, the view never ceases to amaze you. eyes still trained on the landscape, you quietly admitted, ‘i would’ve loved to meet them, they sound like amazing people.’
yuji immediately perked up, ‘you can! how about later- no wait todo has some convention to meet nobuko takada he says he wants to see her one last time,’ yuji shot you a sheepish grin, ‘how about tomorrow for dinner?’
you nodded, glad for a change in routine, doing the same thing everyday was starting to get tiring.
yuji handed you his phone, the contacts app open, ‘here! key in your number so i can contact you about tomorrow!’
you spent the next few hours bopping around the city with yuji as both of you exchanged stories about your lives. you told him how it had always been a dream to live in the city, how lucky you were to be able to attend the college here and now you were able to live here working at a publishing firm which was basically your dream job.
yuji shared that he was and still is someone who can’t stay still, so the city was a perfect fit for him–every day offered something new. his job did too, sure being a paramedic was tough work but helping other was good for his soul.
ring-ring
yuji’s grip on your hand tightened as he picked up the phone, ‘hello? fushiguro? yeah i’m coming give me 20 minutes.’
‘i’m so sorry, i have to go meet some friends, but i’ll see you tomorrow okay?’
you didn’t reply, just held his chocolate brown eyes with yours as you rose to your tip toes, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. as you pulled back, you saw the tips of ears were tinged the lightest pink.
‘see you tomorrow,’ you said, unlacing your hands. right before you disappeared around the corner, you turned around, and there he stood– dazed expression on his face and one hand pressed to his cheek. giggling, you gave him a small wave.
on the walk home, something new bloomed in your chest.
you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.
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rubbing sleep from your eyes, you flipped your phone over. instead of the usual message, you were greeted with hey, it’s yuji
you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you replied. hey, it’s name
yuji: how do noodles sound?
you: yummy
yuji: haha, ok so tonight 5pm at chinatown?
you: see you then :)
if it was possible, you heart would’ve grown wings and flew out of your chest.
abandoning your usual routine, you spent the whole day getting ready instead. you took a three hour long bath, complete with a bathbomb, hair mask, body scrub, shave, the whole works. you spent another two hours doing your hair, meticulously drying and styling every single strand.
then came the challenge of choosing an outfit, you badly wanted to seem mature and presentable for yuji’s brothers. finally, you settled on your favourite black denim skirt and a red baby tee with a graphic of ramen on it–fitting for the occasion if you do say so yourself. paired with black combat boots, you felt ready to take on the world.
before you knew it, it was 4pm. as you made the trek to the subway station, you couldn’t help but admire the scene around you. the streets were still bustling with life, groups of girls laughing at cafe storefronts, a gaggle of teenage boys making tiktoks at a street corner, people carrying grocery bags full of their favourite produce. all these people still so alive despite the end creeping closer and closer. you couldn’t help but feel an ache deep in your chest–you wished you had appreciated life more, been more aware of the little things, the signs of love and life all around. you’ll miss it when you go, who wouldn’t.
wiping the lingering tears from your eyes, you stepped into chinatown. immediately, you spotted yuji’s pink hair from a mile away. as the crowds shifted, yuji caught your eye and ran towards you.
‘you made it!’ he exclaimed–picking you up and twirling you in a circle.
realising what he had done, yuji slowed to a halt and gingerly placed you back down. clearing his throat, he directed you to the store.
‘cho, todo, this is [name],’ yuji gestured to you. ‘and the guy with the pigtails is choso, the guy with the-’
‘what kind of guys do you like?’ said todo as he cut yuji off.
without missing a beat, you shot him a sly smirk, ‘someone kind and honest.’
he nodded approvingly. ‘i like this girl, come sit.’
the rest of the night was spent exchanging stories–well it was more of todo and occasionally choso sharing embarrassing stories about yuji. which was momentarily interrupted by noodles. you got their signature dan dan noodles which in your book was the best bowl of noodles you’ve ever had–the noodles were cooked to perfection, not too hard but still retaining that chew, paired with the spicy and slightly numbing sauce, it was delectable.
‘oh my god, if i died right now, i wouldn’t even care, because these are the best noodles ever,’
‘i knew you’d like them, even after so long the city still surprises you, am i right?’ yuji said, momentarily resting his head on your shoulder.
from the corner of your eye, you caught choso and todo glance at each other, lips splitting into matching grins.
‘you know [name], this noodle shop is basically our second home. this place has seen us in every sort of physical and mental state. like once after going to the club, we came here for a midnight snack and right as the noodles came out, yuji fell asleep and face planted into his bowl.’
yuji’s face flushed bright red, ‘CHOSO!’
you let out a hearty giggle as a warmth burned in your belly–whether it was from the noodles or the brotherhood displayed, you weren't entirely sure, maybe both.
that night, as you and yuji were taking the scenic route back to your apartment (aka walking), you couldn’t help but blurt out, ‘you love for each other was so palpable,’
yuji’s eyebrow quirked.
‘what i mean is, i could just feel the love in the air, the kind of bond you guys have with each other–it’s once in a lifetime,’
‘yeah, i know i couldn’t have asked for better brothers,’ his smile faltered, ‘i hope i can meet them again in whatever’s after this,’
abruptly, you stopped and grabbed both of his hands, ‘you will! i know you will! this kind of love transcends space and time! if you believe it’ll happen it will. manifestation and whatnot.’
continuing with your walk, you pretended you didn’t notice when he whispered, ‘what i feel for you also transcends space and time,’
just before you entered the doors to your apartment lobby, you felt a tug on your arm. as you turned, you saw yuji’s outstretched hand clinging to the sleeve of your shirt, his coffee coloured eyes sparkling with hope as he hesitantly said, ‘i want to see you again- tomorrow, i want to see you tomorrow.’
‘i would love that,’ you beamed.
‘i’ll pick you up here at 10am.’
‘it’s a date.’
he pulled you into a crushing hug, face buried in your hair as he whispered goodnight.
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bptz-btpz it was the first time in ages you weren’t greeted with the morbid countdown first thing in the morning.
you shot straight up, fingers fumbling for your phone. it was only 7am and you already had 5 messages from yuji.
yuji: later’s an equal opportunity date
yuji: my half is beach, so pack beachy
yuji: you can choose where we go for lunch ;)
yuji: then after to cool off we can get froyo 🤤
yuji: i can’t wait to see you
your heart soared as you read his messages. you squealed like a teenage girl with a crush.
at 9.50am, you were ready to go. you wore a cute yellow, blue and white striped bikini under a white flowy sundress. and you already knew where to bring yuji for lunch.
at the beach, yuji laid out a picnic mat, weighing down the corner with both your shoes. once you shed your sundress, he grabbed your hand–lacing your fingers together, and ran down to the water at full speed.
‘yuji wait!’ you giggled right before entering the freezing waters.
a huge wave approached and you screamed as the shifting sand caused you to lose your footing. just before you hit the water, yuji’s hands caught your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his mouth hovered close to the shell of your ear, voice turning rough, ‘remember this was how we met,’
your face grew warm at the reminder. ‘well it kind of was a meet cute,’ turning around, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
you couldn’t help but admire yuji. his glowing pink hair and his beautiful eyes that you could and would get lost in. warmth bloomed in your sternum as you felt his eyes roam across your features. ‘can i kis-,’
you crushed your lips to his as he uttered those words. his lips were amazingly soft as was the kiss. he groaned as one of your hands carded through his hair. you leaned into the palm that came up to cup your cheek. after a long moment, he slowly pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. you felt a pang of sadness as his lips left yours–already wishing for more.
there you stood, waves cresting and receding–two twenty-something year olds–foreheads pressed together, in love, in spite of the situation surrounding you.
crunch! the shell of the taco in yuji’s hand gave way and he took a big bite. ‘oh my god, this is heaven,’ he said through a mouthful of birria beef taco.
you shot nobara a thumbs up, yuji loves your tacos, the simple gesture conveyed.
‘i know right! she’s my girl, we met back in college, she’s basically the sole reason i’m alive right now.’ you said matter of factly. ‘i’m so glad she decided to open this place, after much persuasion of course.’
you looked around at the full tables surrounding the taco stand, happiness filling up your chest, glad that nobara took the risk. if she had waited five years before starting just like she said at graduation–she wouldn’t be here beaming at the tables full of people salivating over her food.
‘so tomorrow lunch at maki’s right?’ nobara called out as you stood up. you flashed her a smile and thumbs up before departing for your next adventure with yuij.
‘so what’s with tomorrow?’ yuji asked as you trekked up a hill, froyo cups in hand.
‘one last and final hurrah before we all burst into flames of course,’ you uttered, completely deadpan.
this caused yuji to burst into a fit of laughter as you ascended to the top of the hill. he has the most infectious laughter ever. you couldn’t help but think as his giggles pulled you under. causing the both of you to double over for a good ten minutes.
you straighted up, trying to catch your breath, but the view in front of you just took it away again. you let out an involuntary gasp as the sky looked like a watercolour come to life. beautiful bold orange bled into shining yellows and pinks the same shade as yuji’s hair. the sun looked like an egg-yolk as it dipped down the horizon.
your knees buckled at the magnificence of the sunset. so much so that you had to sit down.
‘it’s ethereal,’ no words could accurately capture the scene but ethereal sure did come close.
a hand shot out and grabbed your chin, turning your head towards the right as yuji sat down next to you–pulling you in for a kiss as the sun sank past the buildings below, bold crimson fading into a dark blue.
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2 days until the end
the scent of fried eggs filled your nostrils as you pushed the door to maki’s apartment open.
you gasped as you saw maki standing over the stove, wearing an apron that read kiss the chef.
‘oh no, i thought we were grabbing takeaway.’
‘don’t worry, today i will redeem myself!’
‘no…please no. i still remember the first time you cooked for us…’
‘first and last!’ nobara interjected as the door slammed, rattling the frame.
you flailed your arms in panic, eyes scanning around the room, ‘right because you almost burned the whole damn dorm down!’
‘dear friends, please calm your minds, i am now a pro, yuta cleared me. now go sit down before i hit you with my wok.’
nobara sent maki a salute as you prayed under your breath.
10 minutes later, three steaming plates of egg fried rice were set on the coffee table in front of you. you and nobara eyed the plates as the fragrance of the spread made your mouth water. ‘so what did you put in it?’ nobara’s voice was laced with suspicion.
‘guys just try it, i promise it’s good. yuta made me practice the whole week. he said if i wanted to cook a last meal i had to do it well.’
your curiosity won as you spooned a heaping pile of fried rice into your mouth. your eyes widened in shock. ‘oh my god, it’s a death miracle! maki can cook!’
gasping, nobara followed your lead, digging her spoon into the dome of rice. fat tears welled in her eyes as she pounced on maki who was sat beside you. she wrapped her arms around both your necks and cried, through her sobs you could vaguely make out her mumbles, ‘maki i love you, i love you so much. thank you for blessing me with your cooking. i’m going to die happy.’
after wiping nobara’s tears away, the three plates of fried rice were squeaky clean–not even a drop of oil was left.
the rest of the afternoon was spent reminiscing on your shared years together. laughing about the time you and nobara went mad during first year finals and cut matching bobs while giving maki an extremely lopsided pixie cut. you could still remember that night like it was yesterday–the combined laughter of three insane girls cramped into the dorm’s tiny bathroom echoing through the hall.
nobara brought up the one time maki cooked back in college, how it ended with her screaming bloody murder as you sprinted down the hall to retrieve the fire extinguisher before the whole accommodation burned down. and how the next day, a school-wide psa was sent: please do not cook if you do not know how to, save everyone the anxiety and give us more days to live–this is a targeted message, you know who you are.
‘oh my god shut up,’ maki’s hand shot out and clamped nobara’s mouth shut as you fell onto your back, rolling around like a hamster taking a sandbath.
hours flew by as you guys laughed and laughed. you were reluctant to leave this moment behind–so immensely grateful that fate had bound all of you together that first day of college. you wouldn’t know what live would’ve been without them but one thing’s for sure is that it wouldn’t be so full of joy and love. tears formed in your eyes–not from laughing too much but from the knowing that you don’t have the 70 years of friendship you were promised. the cruelty of life only gave you five years but they were the most amazing years of your life.
‘i love you guys, let’s be friends forever okay?’ tears ran freely down the valley of your cheeks.
it was like a magnetic force pulled all of you together–for a last hug. a hug full of tears at the knowing but also tears for the unbreakable bond of girlhood.
you: you free?
yuji: yea
you: come over? level 20 first door from the lift, its unlocked
yuji reacted thumbs up to your message
wind whipped your hair around your face. the sights and sounds of the city were all consuming. eyes trained on the fast moving red and yellow lights below, you didn’t notice yuji entered your apartment until a gentle hand came to rest at your waist.
for a long while, no one moved, just eyes roaming the streets. until you pointed to a window in the opposite apartment, about six floors below your window.
there, two people were swaying, illuminated by the glow of a candle. you pointed again, this time to a window three doors down, an elderly couple were chatting, their hands laced across a table. from somewhere else, a giggle sounded through the street. peeking into another home, you saw a tv playing a familiar scene from little women (2019).
‘why the pointing?’ yuji questioned.
‘i just wanted to show you and prove to myself that love still exists, even in dire situations, it’s human nature to love. so i guess what i’m trying to say right now is that i love you. i know it’s only been what? three days? but i’m not going to die with regrets so i love you, itadori yuji, i love you with my whole heart.’
yuji grabbed your hand, fingers slotting through yours, finger pads resting perfectly against your knuckles, ‘i wish we had met sooner, had more time. i would’ve loved to grow old with you, live through every season.’ yuji’s voice cracked, ‘why does it have to be like this?’
gingerly, you lifted your free hand up to yuji’s cheek, slowly brushing away a tear. ‘i love you too, by the way,’
you giggled as he slowly leaned towards you. when your lips met it was devastatingly beautiful, he kissed you like you were the only two people in the world. without breaking the kiss, you slowly lead him back into the apartment, stumbling into your room.
there, you nudged him onto the bed as you laid on top of him, lips still attached but this time, salty tears found their way in. both of you spent that night slipping in and out consciousness, exchanging sleepy kisses each time one of you woke.
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when morning came, your head rested on his chest, one hand laced with his as the other was nestled in his hair. through hooded eyes, you gazed upwards, admiring his beautiful face before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
one of his eyes cracked open, ‘good morning,’ his voice was deeper than usual which made you giggle. reaching over his body, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and switched it on.
9 hours until the end
okay that means you have until 8pm. a lot of time, definitely.
you were wrong. the hours leading up just slipped through your fingers like grains of sand.
before you knew it, it was 7.30pm.
where had all the time gone? panic was starting to set it. your palms felt clammy and it was like someone dumped a bucket full of ice down your shirt. ‘roof, now, let’s go,’ you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted to breathe in the fresh air, feel the wind on your face.
stumbling onto the roof with yuji in tow, you turned towards the skyline. taking in a deep breath, your eyes moved to take in the view one last time. the silhouette of the city rose and dipped as skyscrapers cozied up with the shorter apartment blocks, streets separated by roads full of cars, lights still blazing even now. you wanted to capture the city you loved so dearly for the last time.
5 minutes until the end
you turned to yuji, who was gazing at you adoringly. before you could say it, ‘i love you,’ escaped from his lips. this beautiful boy who brought so much light into your life despite only knowing each other for four days.
4 minutes until the end
you were so incredibly grateful for every single moment you spent on this earth. from your amazing parents, to your dearest childhood friends, maki and nobara, all the forms of love you’ve experienced throughout your life, and the boy beside you who you wished for just one more moment with. but time always ends a second before you’re ready, life is the minutes you want minus one.
3 minutes before the end
you held out both your hands, ‘dance with me?’
2 minutes before the end
one hand on your waist and one hand threaded through your hair, yuji lead you in a circle around the rooftop. bodies moving to a rhythm only the both of you could hear.
1 minute before the end
as the world came crashing down around you, you pulled yuji’s face towards yours.
the world’s ending soon, in 5 days time an asteroid is about to fall into earth’s orbit. scientists have predicted that the asteroid will wipe out all life on earth. despite the impending doom, life is still happening–with life there is love.
🜸 pairing: itadori yuji x f!reader
🜸 content: inspired by wasteland, baby! by hozier and i've seen it by olivia dean. found family, love, sappy shit. uh mentions of dying, no happy ending sorry gang but there are cameos from some characters
🜸 word count: 4.1k (wow my longest fic yet)
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5 days until the end lit up on your screen.
you groaned, you wished that the government would stop with these morbid notifications already. like okayyyy we’re all about to die, don’t need to shove it up our asses.
ever since the announcement of the end of the world, everything has come to a standstill–no work, no school–you’re lucky that some restaurants and cafes are still open. you wouldn’t be mad if everything closed down, the workers should spend their last few moments with their families, doing things they love. but if they love their jobs that much, who are you to begrudge them. everyone should do what they love before they go.
you’ve tried to keep up a semblance of a routine. 8am wake up/ 9am eat breakfast/ 10am take a walk around the neighbourhood or walk to a new part of town/ 12pm visit nobara at the taco stand downtown /2pm settle down in a park to read/ 6pm walk while admiring the sunset/ 8pm try a new food place or any place that’s open/ 9pm get ready for bed/ 10pm scroll on tiktok, laugh at memes or whatever /11pm lights out.
at 10am sharp, you stepped out of your apartment and into the sunshine. right before you could even take a step, someone checked your shoulder hard, sending you flying. oof. arms outstretched as you tried to catch yourself before you face planted. just before you hit the hard earth–a hand yanked at your arm.
‘i am so sorry,’ the figure came into focus and you were met with the most stunning boy you had ever laid eyes on. his pink locks were framed by the sun, giving him an angelic halo. his eyes were the warmest brown, like the earth in spring. your breath hitched at the sight–suddenly you realised that you were standing chest to chest with him. you shrugged your arm out of his grip, scrambling backwards.
‘sorry-’
‘no i’m sorry, let’s start over, my name’s yuji, itadori yuji,’ he smiled and everything slowed down–it was like time itself had stopped to behold his beauty too.
‘i-i’m [name]’
‘so what do you do everyday? it seemed like you were going somewhere, you know before…’
‘well, i’m supposed to be going on a walk right now. care to join me?’ you said as you extended a hand.
he quirked an eyebrow at your boldness but took your hand anyways–fingers lacing with yours.
as both of you walked without a destination in mind, he began to share pieces of himself. he has two brothers, not entirely in blood but definitely in bond. his oldest brother, choso, the quiet to yuji’s noise, he has always been a voice of reason.
‘when i was freaking out about the whole meteroid shit, choso just sat there like a statue, repeating ‘there is life after death’, todo and i couldn’t believe it,’ yuji doubled over, cackling at the memory.
‘todo’s the literal opposite of cho, he’s so eccentric and he’s always down to clown–we constantly get into trouble and cho has to come save us,’ yuji said, wiping away the tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
you steered yuji towards the pier overlooking the city. gaze directed to the towering skyscrapers, you smiled–despite having lived here for 5 years, the view never ceases to amaze you. eyes still trained on the landscape, you quietly admitted, ‘i would’ve loved to meet them, they sound like amazing people.’
yuji immediately perked up, ‘you can! how about later- no wait todo has some convention to meet nobuko takada he says he wants to see her one last time,’ yuji shot you a sheepish grin, ‘how about tomorrow for dinner?’
you nodded, glad for a change in routine, doing the same thing everyday was starting to get tiring.
yuji handed you his phone, the contacts app open, ‘here! key in your number so i can contact you about tomorrow!’
you spent the next few hours bopping around the city with yuji as both of you exchanged stories about your lives. you told him how it had always been a dream to live in the city, how lucky you were to be able to attend the college here and now you were able to live here working at a publishing firm which was basically your dream job.
yuji shared that he was and still is someone who can’t stay still, so the city was a perfect fit for him–every day offered something new. his job did too, sure being a paramedic was tough work but helping other was good for his soul.
ring-ring
yuji’s grip on your hand tightened as he picked up the phone, ‘hello? fushiguro? yeah i’m coming give me 20 minutes.’
‘i’m so sorry, i have to go meet some friends, but i’ll see you tomorrow okay?’
you didn’t reply, just held his chocolate brown eyes with yours as you rose to your tip toes, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. as you pulled back, you saw the tips of ears were tinged the lightest pink.
‘see you tomorrow,’ you said, unlacing your hands. right before you disappeared around the corner, you turned around, and there he stood– dazed expression on his face and one hand pressed to his cheek. giggling, you gave him a small wave.
on the walk home, something new bloomed in your chest.
you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.
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rubbing sleep from your eyes, you flipped your phone over. instead of the usual message, you were greeted with hey, it’s yuji
you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you replied. hey, it’s name
yuji: how do noodles sound?
you: yummy
yuji: haha, ok so tonight 5pm at chinatown?
you: see you then :)
if it was possible, you heart would’ve grown wings and flew out of your chest.
abandoning your usual routine, you spent the whole day getting ready instead. you took a three hour long bath, complete with a bathbomb, hair mask, body scrub, shave, the whole works. you spent another two hours doing your hair, meticulously drying and styling every single strand.
then came the challenge of choosing an outfit, you badly wanted to seem mature and presentable for yuji’s brothers. finally, you settled on your favourite black denim skirt and a red baby tee with a graphic of ramen on it–fitting for the occasion if you do say so yourself. paired with black combat boots, you felt ready to take on the world.
before you knew it, it was 4pm. as you made the trek to the subway station, you couldn’t help but admire the scene around you. the streets were still bustling with life, groups of girls laughing at cafe storefronts, a gaggle of teenage boys making tiktoks at a street corner, people carrying grocery bags full of their favourite produce. all these people still so alive despite the end creeping closer and closer. you couldn’t help but feel an ache deep in your chest–you wished you had appreciated life more, been more aware of the little things, the signs of love and life all around. you’ll miss it when you go, who wouldn’t.
wiping the lingering tears from your eyes, you stepped into chinatown. immediately, you spotted yuji’s pink hair from a mile away. as the crowds shifted, yuji caught your eye and ran towards you.
‘you made it!’ he exclaimed–picking you up and twirling you in a circle.
realising what he had done, yuji slowed to a halt and gingerly placed you back down. clearing his throat, he directed you to the store.
‘cho, todo, this is [name],’ yuji gestured to you. ‘and the guy with the pigtails is choso, the guy with the-’
‘what kind of guys do you like?’ said todo as he cut yuji off.
without missing a beat, you shot him a sly smirk, ‘someone kind and honest.’
he nodded approvingly. ‘i like this girl, come sit.’
the rest of the night was spent exchanging stories–well it was more of todo and occasionally choso sharing embarrassing stories about yuji. which was momentarily interrupted by noodles. you got their signature dan dan noodles which in your book was the best bowl of noodles you’ve ever had–the noodles were cooked to perfection, not too hard but still retaining that chew, paired with the spicy and slightly numbing sauce, it was delectable.
‘oh my god, if i died right now, i wouldn’t even care, because these are the best noodles ever,’
‘i knew you’d like them, even after so long the city still surprises you, am i right?’ yuji said, momentarily resting his head on your shoulder.
from the corner of your eye, you caught choso and todo glance at each other, lips splitting into matching grins.
‘you know [name], this noodle shop is basically our second home. this place has seen us in every sort of physical and mental state. like once after going to the club, we came here for a midnight snack and right as the noodles came out, yuji fell asleep and face planted into his bowl.’
yuji’s face flushed bright red, ‘CHOSO!’
you let out a hearty giggle as a warmth burned in your belly–whether it was from the noodles or the brotherhood displayed, you weren't entirely sure, maybe both.
that night, as you and yuji were taking the scenic route back to your apartment (aka walking), you couldn’t help but blurt out, ‘you love for each other was so palpable,’
yuji’s eyebrow quirked.
‘what i mean is, i could just feel the love in the air, the kind of bond you guys have with each other–it’s once in a lifetime,’
‘yeah, i know i couldn’t have asked for better brothers,’ his smile faltered, ‘i hope i can meet them again in whatever’s after this,’
abruptly, you stopped and grabbed both of his hands, ‘you will! i know you will! this kind of love transcends space and time! if you believe it’ll happen it will. manifestation and whatnot.’
continuing with your walk, you pretended you didn’t notice when he whispered, ‘what i feel for you also transcends space and time,’
just before you entered the doors to your apartment lobby, you felt a tug on your arm. as you turned, you saw yuji’s outstretched hand clinging to the sleeve of your shirt, his coffee coloured eyes sparkling with hope as he hesitantly said, ‘i want to see you again- tomorrow, i want to see you tomorrow.’
‘i would love that,’ you beamed.
‘i’ll pick you up here at 10am.’
‘it’s a date.’
he pulled you into a crushing hug, face buried in your hair as he whispered goodnight.
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bptz-btpz it was the first time in ages you weren’t greeted with the morbid countdown first thing in the morning.
you shot straight up, fingers fumbling for your phone. it was only 7am and you already had 5 messages from yuji.
yuji: later’s an equal opportunity date
yuji: my half is beach, so pack beachy
yuji: you can choose where we go for lunch ;)
yuji: then after to cool off we can get froyo 🤤
yuji: i can’t wait to see you
your heart soared as you read his messages. you squealed like a teenage girl with a crush.
at 9.50am, you were ready to go. you wore a cute yellow, blue and white striped bikini under a white flowy sundress. and you already knew where to bring yuji for lunch.
at the beach, yuji laid out a picnic mat, weighing down the corner with both your shoes. once you shed your sundress, he grabbed your hand–lacing your fingers together, and ran down to the water at full speed.
‘yuji wait!’ you giggled right before entering the freezing waters.
a huge wave approached and you screamed as the shifting sand caused you to lose your footing. just before you hit the water, yuji’s hands caught your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his mouth hovered close to the shell of your ear, voice turning rough, ‘remember this was how we met,’
your face grew warm at the reminder. ‘well it kind of was a meet cute,’ turning around, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
you couldn’t help but admire yuji. his glowing pink hair and his beautiful eyes that you could and would get lost in. warmth bloomed in your sternum as you felt his eyes roam across your features. ‘can i kis-,’
you crushed your lips to his as he uttered those words. his lips were amazingly soft as was the kiss. he groaned as one of your hands carded through his hair. you leaned into the palm that came up to cup your cheek. after a long moment, he slowly pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. you felt a pang of sadness as his lips left yours–already wishing for more.
there you stood, waves cresting and receding–two twenty-something year olds–foreheads pressed together, in love, in spite of the situation surrounding you.
crunch! the shell of the taco in yuji’s hand gave way and he took a big bite. ‘oh my god, this is heaven,’ he said through a mouthful of birria beef taco.
you shot nobara a thumbs up, yuji loves your tacos, the simple gesture conveyed.
‘i know right! she’s my girl, we met back in college, she’s basically the sole reason i’m alive right now.’ you said matter of factly. ‘i’m so glad she decided to open this place, after much persuasion of course.’
you looked around at the full tables surrounding the taco stand, happiness filling up your chest, glad that nobara took the risk. if she had waited five years before starting just like she said at graduation–she wouldn’t be here beaming at the tables full of people salivating over her food.
‘so tomorrow lunch at maki’s right?’ nobara called out as you stood up. you flashed her a smile and thumbs up before departing for your next adventure with yuij.
‘so what’s with tomorrow?’ yuji asked as you trekked up a hill, froyo cups in hand.
‘one last and final hurrah before we all burst into flames of course,’ you uttered, completely deadpan.
this caused yuji to burst into a fit of laughter as you ascended to the top of the hill. he has the most infectious laughter ever. you couldn’t help but think as his giggles pulled you under. causing the both of you to double over for a good ten minutes.
you straighted up, trying to catch your breath, but the view in front of you just took it away again. you let out an involuntary gasp as the sky looked like a watercolour come to life. beautiful bold orange bled into shining yellows and pinks the same shade as yuji’s hair. the sun looked like an egg-yolk as it dipped down the horizon.
your knees buckled at the magnificence of the sunset. so much so that you had to sit down.
‘it’s ethereal,’ no words could accurately capture the scene but ethereal sure did come close.
a hand shot out and grabbed your chin, turning your head towards the right as yuji sat down next to you–pulling you in for a kiss as the sun sank past the buildings below, bold crimson fading into a dark blue.
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2 days until the end
the scent of fried eggs filled your nostrils as you pushed the door to maki’s apartment open.
you gasped as you saw maki standing over the stove, wearing an apron that read kiss the chef.
‘oh no, i thought we were grabbing takeaway.’
‘don’t worry, today i will redeem myself!’
‘no…please no. i still remember the first time you cooked for us…’
‘first and last!’ nobara interjected as the door slammed, rattling the frame.
you flailed your arms in panic, eyes scanning around the room, ‘right because you almost burned the whole damn dorm down!’
‘dear friends, please calm your minds, i am now a pro, yuta cleared me. now go sit down before i hit you with my wok.’
nobara sent maki a salute as you prayed under your breath.
10 minutes later, three steaming plates of egg fried rice were set on the coffee table in front of you. you and nobara eyed the plates as the fragrance of the spread made your mouth water. ‘so what did you put in it?’ nobara’s voice was laced with suspicion.
‘guys just try it, i promise it’s good. yuta made me practice the whole week. he said if i wanted to cook a last meal i had to do it well.’
your curiosity won as you spooned a heaping pile of fried rice into your mouth. your eyes widened in shock. ‘oh my god, it’s a death miracle! maki can cook!’
gasping, nobara followed your lead, digging her spoon into the dome of rice. fat tears welled in her eyes as she pounced on maki who was sat beside you. she wrapped her arms around both your necks and cried, through her sobs you could vaguely make out her mumbles, ‘maki i love you, i love you so much. thank you for blessing me with your cooking. i’m going to die happy.’
after wiping nobara’s tears away, the three plates of fried rice were squeaky clean–not even a drop of oil was left.
the rest of the afternoon was spent reminiscing on your shared years together. laughing about the time you and nobara went mad during first year finals and cut matching bobs while giving maki an extremely lopsided pixie cut. you could still remember that night like it was yesterday–the combined laughter of three insane girls cramped into the dorm’s tiny bathroom echoing through the hall.
nobara brought up the one time maki cooked back in college, how it ended with her screaming bloody murder as you sprinted down the hall to retrieve the fire extinguisher before the whole accommodation burned down. and how the next day, a school-wide psa was sent: please do not cook if you do not know how to, save everyone the anxiety and give us more days to live–this is a targeted message, you know who you are.
‘oh my god shut up,’ maki’s hand shot out and clamped nobara’s mouth shut as you fell onto your back, rolling around like a hamster taking a sandbath.
hours flew by as you guys laughed and laughed. you were reluctant to leave this moment behind–so immensely grateful that fate had bound all of you together that first day of college. you wouldn’t know what live would’ve been without them but one thing’s for sure is that it wouldn’t be so full of joy and love. tears formed in your eyes–not from laughing too much but from the knowing that you don’t have the 70 years of friendship you were promised. the cruelty of life only gave you five years but they were the most amazing years of your life.
‘i love you guys, let’s be friends forever okay?’ tears ran freely down the valley of your cheeks.
it was like a magnetic force pulled all of you together–for a last hug. a hug full of tears at the knowing but also tears for the unbreakable bond of girlhood.
you: you free?
yuji: yea
you: come over? level 20 first door from the lift, its unlocked
yuji reacted thumbs up to your message
wind whipped your hair around your face. the sights and sounds of the city were all consuming. eyes trained on the fast moving red and yellow lights below, you didn’t notice yuji entered your apartment until a gentle hand came to rest at your waist.
for a long while, no one moved, just eyes roaming the streets. until you pointed to a window in the opposite apartment, about six floors below your window.
there, two people were swaying, illuminated by the glow of a candle. you pointed again, this time to a window three doors down, an elderly couple were chatting, their hands laced across a table. from somewhere else, a giggle sounded through the street. peeking into another home, you saw a tv playing a familiar scene from little women (2019).
‘why the pointing?’ yuji questioned.
‘i just wanted to show you and prove to myself that love still exists, even in dire situations, it’s human nature to love. so i guess what i’m trying to say right now is that i love you. i know it’s only been what? three days? but i’m not going to die with regrets so i love you, itadori yuji, i love you with my whole heart.’
yuji grabbed your hand, fingers slotting through yours, finger pads resting perfectly against your knuckles, ‘i wish we had met sooner, had more time. i would’ve loved to grow old with you, live through every season.’ yuji’s voice cracked, ‘why does it have to be like this?’
gingerly, you lifted your free hand up to yuji’s cheek, slowly brushing away a tear. ‘i love you too, by the way,’
you giggled as he slowly leaned towards you. when your lips met it was devastatingly beautiful, he kissed you like you were the only two people in the world. without breaking the kiss, you slowly lead him back into the apartment, stumbling into your room.
there, you nudged him onto the bed as you laid on top of him, lips still attached but this time, salty tears found their way in. both of you spent that night slipping in and out consciousness, exchanging sleepy kisses each time one of you woke.
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when morning came, your head rested on his chest, one hand laced with his as the other was nestled in his hair. through hooded eyes, you gazed upwards, admiring his beautiful face before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
one of his eyes cracked open, ‘good morning,’ his voice was deeper than usual which made you giggle. reaching over his body, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and switched it on.
9 hours until the end
okay that means you have until 8pm. a lot of time, definitely.
you were wrong. the hours leading up just slipped through your fingers like grains of sand.
before you knew it, it was 7.30pm.
where had all the time gone? panic was starting to set it. your palms felt clammy and it was like someone dumped a bucket full of ice down your shirt. ‘roof, now, let’s go,’ you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted to breathe in the fresh air, feel the wind on your face.
stumbling onto the roof with yuji in tow, you turned towards the skyline. taking in a deep breath, your eyes moved to take in the view one last time. the silhouette of the city rose and dipped as skyscrapers cozied up with the shorter apartment blocks, streets separated by roads full of cars, lights still blazing even now. you wanted to capture the city you loved so dearly for the last time.
5 minutes until the end
you turned to yuji, who was gazing at you adoringly. before you could say it, ‘i love you,’ escaped from his lips. this beautiful boy who brought so much light into your life despite only knowing each other for four days.
4 minutes until the end
you were so incredibly grateful for every single moment you spent on this earth. from your amazing parents, to your dearest childhood friends, maki and nobara, all the forms of love you’ve experienced throughout your life, and the boy beside you who you wished for just one more moment with. but time always ends a second before you’re ready, life is the minutes you want minus one.
3 minutes before the end
you held out both your hands, ‘dance with me?’
2 minutes before the end
one hand on your waist and one hand threaded through your hair, yuji lead you in a circle around the rooftop. bodies moving to a rhythm only the both of you could hear.
1 minute before the end
as the world came crashing down around you, you pulled yuji’s face towards yours.
i dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth
𑣲⋆｡˚ pairing: choso kamo x f!reader
𑣲⋆｡˚ content: inspired by the 5sos song heartbreak girl! uh no warnings just yearning i guess, sorry if choso's ooc.
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choso’s been in love with you since he first met you six years ago in the freshman year of high school. he knows it’s hopeless but who is he if not a romantic at heart.
sunday, march 1st
his phone vibrated against the table as your name lit across his screen. it’s the 2nd time you’ve called him this week, about jake or was it mike this time? he’s lost count. the moment he swiped right, your sobs echoed through his speaker.
‘chooooo,’ you cried, ‘my heart hurts, it feels like someone stabbed a knife through my chest. jake went on another date AGAIN! i thought we were doing okay after what happened on monday.’
‘i thought we were hic! going to get back to-hic!-gether, but i heard from maki that he went out on a date with remi today,’ you bawled. after a minute of silence from choso’s end, you thought you lost him. ‘cho? you there?’ you asked hesitantly.
‘yea pretty i’m here, sorry. you know what? jake will come around. he’s done so before. don’t worry okay? i’m here for you, beautiful.’
you sniffled, ‘thank you cho, for being such a great friend.’
choso’s heart clenched painfully at the word friend. all he wanted to do was scream, i would be better for you! i would treat you better! but he shouldn’t, he couldn’t. it would ruin everything between the two of you. you might get the wrong idea that he’s been your friend these past few years because he wants to get with you, but its not true– in fact, it’s the complete opposite! he’d rather watch you be together with someone else who makes you unspeakably happy. your happiness is the priority, not his.
tuesday, march 10th
the persistent ring of choso’s doorbell woke him up from his afternoon nap. ‘oh my god, who is that,’ he muttered as he dragged his feet towards the door.
before he could even process the scene in front of him, you fell through the open door and into his arms. uncontrollable sobs wracked through your entire body as you mumbled something about jake, five months of a relationship down the drain and other things choso couldn’t quite catch.
he gingerly picked you up and carried you bridal style into his room. you buried your face deeper into his chest as your hiccups echoed through the hallway.
choso fussed over you, cleaning the salty tear tracks off your face with a warm towel and brushing the damp strands of hair back from your forehead. you were so deep in your sorrow that you did not realise choso was trying to get you to drink some water until he held your jaw still.
after cleaning you up, choso sat down at the edge of the bed, just quietly observing you.
‘cho, can we cuddle?’ you sniffled.
at your command, he shifted until your back was flat against his chest and one of his arms was slung around your waist, the other rubbing soothing circles into the side of your arm. he felt your whole body quivering against his as he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, repeating, ‘don’t worry pretty, i got you let it out.’
as you calmed down and fell into deep sleep, choso’s mind could not help but wander towards the path he could never walk down. he wanted so badly to be the one receiving your love, not these douchebags who never appreciated you. if he was jake, he would hold on to you so tightly. and if he ever made the mistake of letting you slip away, he would beat himself up for the rest of his life.
the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to keep his feeling within. he wanted you, not for your body or because of your looks but because of your amazing heart and kind soul.
if success was guaranteed, he would profess his love from the city rooftops, etch your initials into a tree stump, do all the cliche romance things. but it isn’t and that’s what makes him hesitate.
friday, march 13th
‘CHOSO! JAKE LOVES ME AGAIN!’ you screamed through the phone. ‘he said he just needed some outside perspective to realise how perfect i was for him!’ he could literally picture the smile you had plastered to your face, the one where your lips stretched wide, pearly whites on full display, the one where the little dimples on your cheeks come out. and his heart ached at the thought.
‘we’re going on a date tomorrow! i’ll call you at 10 or whatever time i’m hope to update you! wish me luck cho!’
choso could hear himself speaking to you but all he could think of was how he keeps on getting stuck in the friendzone again and again. when was it going to be his turn!
every time he thought that it was his chance. that now was the time to be your knight in shining armour, you suddenly called him saying you snagged a new date. it sucked! he hated how you always gave all your all to those idiots who treated you like shit.
it hurt, it hurt so much. he did everything he possibly could. he wished on fallen eyelashes, prayed when he shifted the clasp of your necklace to the back. and sometimes in the wee hours of the night, he would cry silent tears into his pillow, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear him and grant you the ability to choose someone good, someone who would love you the same, if not even more. and sometimes, deep down in his heart, he wished that it was him you’d choose.
⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: toge inumaki x f!/gn!reader
⋆˚꩜｡ content: you give toge a haircut and it doesn't turn out well...oops. fluff and crack. kind of inspired by the fact that i've been cutting my own bangs for 3 years and they still turn out ugly asf every time. sorry if his speech thing is not entirely accurate.
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‘tuna?’ toge’s voice rang out from behind you.
you jumped, almost cutting off a chunk of your bangs. ‘oh my- i’m cutting my hair,’
‘tuna mayo?’ he asked as he pointed towards himself.
you swivelled around and burst out laughing at the site of your boyfriend’s hair. his hair desperately needed a cut yesterday. the bangs shielded his eyes making it impossible for him to see past the thick curtain of platinum hair.
‘hold this like you’re holding a bowl so the hair doesn’t fall all over the floor,’ you instructed as you shoved a piece of newspaper into his hands.
grabbing your shears from the counter, you took a deep breath before making the first cut.
the snip of your shears and the soft whoosh of toge’s hair hitting the newspaper echoed through the bathroom.
‘okay done, go look in the mirror’ you said, taking newspaper from him.
toge’s eyes went wide as he admired himself. he quickly typed something on his phone, a pause before ‘oh! i’ve never looked better! ouhhhhh, where were you when it was time for senior photos!’ blared from the speaker.
‘i don’t think it looks good…’ you admitted, holding in your laughter.
‘it is FANTASTIC💜! my hair has never looked this good!’ he was definitely lying since it was clearly extremely uneven.
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