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syn - they walk in while you're preparing dinner. And to them-- you apparently are putting way to much seasoning on your food.
ft - Nobara, Yuji, Megumi, Toji, Gojo
cw - use of black reader, use of N-word (said once in Toji's part, cussing, could be offensive
The apartment smelled like garlic, paprika, onion powder, cayenne, black pepper, lemon pepper, and at least three seasonings Nobara Kugisaki couldn't identify.
Nobara just walked out of the shower after spending the day shopping restlessly. You remember seeing her run right past the kitchen with a handful of stuff and right into her bedroom and shutting the door quickly.
And now she makes her way straight into the kitchen holding two pairs of matching shirts she thought would be adorable. "Hey! Look at what i got both of us, aren't they cute?-" She stopped her words short when she laid eyes on the counter. She stared, squinting her eyes as if that would change anything.
You were calmly coating chicken like you were trying to win a championship. A thick orange-red cloud of seasoning covered what seemed to be chicken in that bowl, not that she could tell at all. Nobara pointed at the dish. "...What is that? It looks like a geological formation. Or a cursed object- NO! You know what that looks like? Sukuna's finger."
"You always got some shit to say." You didn't even look up, rolling your eyes as you sprinkled another layer. "How about you get in here and cook? Since you wanna be a smartass." You glanced up at her before back at the chicken in the bowl, mumbling under your breath. "Chicken ain't even seasoned yet."
But Nobara caught your little mumble, which made her put the shirts on the far counter away from your creation. "The hell you mean "Not seasoned yet?" that looks like it's too much!"
"If I can still see chicken, it needs more seasoning.
"You put six different spices on those pieces, who are you trying to kill?"
"Seven actually, garlic powder and garlic seasoning are two different things." You finally looked up at her, seeing her utter bewilderment as she moved closer to the bowl.
She shook her head, sighing deeply as she stared at the poor chicken. Nobara couldn't even stop what she was going to say. "You people are insane."
You gasped. "You people?" Nobara immediately realized her mistake. "No wait, that's not what I—"
"After everything we've been through."
"No, stop doing that. You know I didn't mean it like that."
But you continued going. "After I opened my home to you."
"You're at my place, you don't even own this apartment." Nobara countered, giving you a raised brow.
"After I shared my groceries."
"You charged me for juice last week that I bought."
"And this is how you repay me? I'm tryna introduce you to flavor and you're here insulting my chicken knowing damn well you eat chicken seasoned with hopes and dreams."
Nobara put a hand over her chest dramatically before huffing. "I'm getting out of here. If this chicken is over seasoned then you're never cooking at my place again." She grabbed the two shirts and went back to her room, grumbling something along the lines of you giving others food poisoning.
By the time you finished cooking the chicken she was already reluctant to take a bite. But when she finally did she refused to make eye contact with you, telling you that it was way too salty while reaching for another piece.
As much as she was hesitant to eat food she claimed you didn't know how to cook, she sure was devouring it the moment you walked out of the room.
Megumi Fushiguro's first mistake was thinking he could go to your apartment and expect peace. He figured that since his place was too far and he was way too tired to drive that distance he would just crash at your place.
The second mistake was looking at the counter.
The chicken was covered in so much seasoning it looked like it had been excavated from a volcano. Megumi's thoughts, not mine. He stood there for a few seconds. Silent. Blinking. Processing.
And when Megumi finally spoke it only came out in a small whisper. "...Why?"
You didn't even turn around, deciding to just ignore him. You were in a good mood, which was slowly turning bad by the second. All because Megumi walked in.
He shrugged, his nose slightly scrunched up as he made his way beside you. "Why does the chicken look like that?"
You looked offended. "Like what?"
"Like it's been through a natural disaster." He moved closer to you, looking closely at the chicken with huge amounts of concern. especially when you grabbed another bottle. Megumi watched in horror. "Please tell me that's the last one."
"No."
"How many have you used?"
You started counting on your fingers. "Garlic powder. Onion powder. Paprika. Smoked paprika. Lemon pepper. Black pepper. Cayenne. Creole seasoning—"
Megumi held up a hand.
"No. No more. No more seasoning." He shook his head disapprovingly.
"Now who died and made you my father?"
He sighed, rolling his eyes at your sass.
You looked at him. "Megumi." You started off like you were going to tell him words of wisdom. "If I listen closely..."
He already knew he wasn't going to like this.
"...I can hear the ancestors telling me to add more."
Megumi slowly closed his eyes thinking on why he even came over. When he opened them again he found that you were still seasoning, earning a big sigh from his mouth. "You know food can have flavor without trying to assault people, right?"
Your head snapped around.
"Assault people?" Your head snapped around to the man who was now standing behind you. "ASSAULT PEOPLE?" You repeated louder.
"Yes." Megumi nodded. "That chicken is armed." You were about to say something smart but he cut you off. "The concern is valid, the chicken is orange. This should have a warning sign."
You stared at him. "Megumi. Have you ever looked at food and thought, 'wow, I wish this tasted like absolutely nothing'?"
"No."
"Then why are you talking?"
Megumi regretted entering the kitchen. He really did. He just shook his head one more time before leaving the kitchen silently.
A while later, the chicken finished cooking. He eyes the pieces you offed him with the most disgusted look on his face, he wasn't grossed out, he was just worried he would get a heart attack.
After a bit of convincing he took a bite without saying much. Chewed for a bit before swallowing the piece. When you asked if that was too much seasoning he just shook his head and muttered an apology before continuing on eating.
Megumi learned to just trust the process instead of judging immediately, but he still thinks his concern was valid.
Walking into the kitchen Yuji Itadori immediately stopped. Not because something was wrong but because the smell was amazing. "Damn, what's that smell? It smells delicious."
You looked up from seasoning the chicken to see Yuji, returning from the gym. "Hey."
Yuji walked beside you, placing a small kiss on your forehead as he took a sideward glance to the counter, looking at the ingredients sprawled out. A bowl of flour and cornstarch with seasoning in it, then to the bowl of chicken. Then he looked closer. Then looked much closer.
His smile slowly disappeared once his eyes laid on the seasonings on the counter. His eyes looking between the bowl you were currently putting those seasonings in. "...How much seasoning is on that?"
"Not enough." You shrugged. "Might need a bit more."
Yuji"s eyes went back to the counter. There were seasoning bottles everywhere. Some were open, Some were closed, one looked like it'd been through combat.
Yuji pointed at the seasonings. "You used all those?" When he seen you sprinkle more onto the chicken his eyes got wider. "YOU'RE STILL ADDING STUFF?"
You raised a brow at his sudden increase in volume. "Yeah, you okay?" You gave him a look. The look that said I heard what you said and now I'm disappointed in you. "Yuji. You said you'd always trust me. So now i ask for that trust. Trust the process."
Yuji nodded immediately. "Yes Ma'am." Then he remembered what he was supposed to trust in. You and a possible dish that might give health issues. "...Actually, no."
You rolled your eyes seeing him walk around the bowl, inspecting it from different angles, like a scientist studying an unexplained phenomenon. "Does every piece need this much?" He glanced between you and the bowl.
"Yes."
"What happens if you use less?"
"It tastes less good."
Yuji considered this. Fair point. "Alright, i'll trust you-"
Then you grabbed another seasoning bottle. Yuji immediately look back his words. "THERE'S MORE?"
"Always." You put your Cajun seasoning down to grab another bottle. Yuji just watched with his bottom lip in between his teeth. He wasn't so sure about this anymore. "How many seasonings do you own?!" When you answered saying enough he sighed. "That didn't answer my question."
You put the seasonings down as you put the chicken into the dry flour and cornstarch mix. "It answered it spiritually."
"...What does that mean?"
"It means mind your business."
He didn't even try to respond, he just watched you with a defeated expression before walking to go take a shower, trying his hardest to not doubt your cooking skills.
Once the food was finally done Yuji just gulped when you held out a piece for him. His eyes closed shut as he took a deep breath, taking a bite with unnecessary movements. After a bit of chewing he beamed. Proudly throwing all his pride out the window when asking for another piece. Praising you and promising to never question you at all again.
From then on Yuji would just sit back and watch when he seen you using your seasonings, even offering to help.
Toji Fushiguro wasn't paying attention when he walked into the kitchen, he was focused on finding something to eat. Walking past you he bent over as he looked into the fridge. "Ain't nothing to eat in here, you need to go shopping." He said standing back up.
Then he looked and froze. The counter looked like a seasoning company had exploded. Bottles everywhere. Garlic powder, paprika, lemon pepper, Cajun seasoning, things with labels worn off from overuse.
And in the middle of it all sat a bowl of chicken so thoroughly coated that the original color was a distant memory.
Toji didnt even try to hide his suprisment. His brows furrowed, nose scrunched up, mouth open, and giving you the most nastiest look. "...The hell is that?"
You closed your eyes, supressing the need to turn around and yell at him. Even being near him was annoying cause you knew he was just gonna run his dumbass mouth.
"That ain't chicken anymore." He kept going. "You just creating stuff and using chicken as a title." You kept seasoning, ignoring him.
Toji watched in disbelief. "You still adding stuff? How much seasoning you need?"
You shrugged. "Enough."
"Enough for who?"
"The people who are whispering in my ear to add more."
"The people?" Toji snorted. "The people got high blood pressure." Toji leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching and judging the way a man watches somebody spend money they definitely don't have. "You know seasoning costs money, right?"
You immediately pointed at him. "There it is. The broke talk."
Toji looked offended. "Broke talk? I'm just sayin. That garlic powder was $5.49."
"You would know." You rolled your eyes to which he immediately ignored. You sighed deeply feeling his eyes side eye you. "You know, every time somebody sees properly seasoned food they start calculating the budget."
"Because you got enough seasoning on that chicken to season another chicken pack of chicken breasts."
"Exactly." You sprinkled more, making Toji rubbed a hand down his face. "This is why groceries disappear so fast."
You smiled at him mockingly "This is why food tastes good."
"You payin for more then, since you wanna use all that seasoning."
"Nigga get the fuck out my kitchen."
Toji opened the fridge once more as if anything was gonna change. It didn't. So he closed it as he walked past you. "Nobody wants your salty chicken anyways."
As you were frying the chicken in oil you kept seeing Toji lingering. Checking cabinets he didn't need to, continuing to look in the fridge with no goal at all, actually sweeping for once...Or he called it sweeping but he was actually just tapping the broom on the floor.
When you finally offered him a crispy piece he took it without a second thought, taking a bite out of it and gave a slight nod of approval. Realizing what he did he immediately said he was just hungry...All while getting a plate and helping himself.
The moment Gojo Satoru walked into the apartment, he stopped. Not because he saw the chicken, because he smelled it. He dramatically placed a hand over his heart. "...ouuh shittt."
You were at the counter seasoning chicken. "Close the door. You're letting the air out."
Gojo closed the door and practically ignored that he slammed it completely and pretty much floated into the kitchen, taking his blindfold off and throwing it somewhere.
Then he saw the bowl. He blinked twice, seeing the chicken was completely covered. Not lightly seasoned, not moderately seasoned, that chicken pieces looked like it had survived a sandstorm made entirely of spices.
Gojo walked around it slowly, taking back what he said earlier and changing it. "...bullshittt."
"Get out my kitchen."
"There's no way all that seasoning is necessary." He shook his head as he took a sniff of the chicken before quickly moving away from it and sneezing. "This chicken has weather patterns."
You grabbed another seasoning bottle. trying your best to not hit Gojo with it repeatedly. "I can still see the chicken and that's a problem"
Gojo shook his head. "The problem is the amount of seasonings you're using. Every time I make chicken I use salt and pepper and maybe a bit of ground white pepper. That's it."
"See, this is why I don't trust your opinions." You pointed at him. "You over here making chicken with nothing but a dream and a Christmas list."
He gasped. "Are you saying I don't know how to cook?"
"I know you know how to cook. You just don't know how to make flavor. Which reminds me on how you also don't know how to wash dishes apparently, cause you left this kitchen a mess before you left."
"So what if i just hollow purple you? Hypothetically."
"Get out."
He quickly shut up when you whipped your head around. Nodding once, then twice, then backing out the kitchen slowly. "Why do i have to get out though?"
You looked up at his retreating form, tilting your head and squinting your eyes. "Because I said so. Now are you gonna keep talking back or actually get out?"
He shook his head slightly as he turned away, mumbling. "I feel bad for our kids."
After a little while when you sat the chicken on a plate to cool off Gojo came snooping back in. Seeing you were distracted washing your hands he took a piece, eyeing it skeptically before taking a bite. He chewed slowly processing the flavor before taking a few more pieces and walking out before you could notice he was there.
★ gonna be so honest...i had this just waiting in my drafts after the poll was released regardless. oopsie!
★ i had sooo much fun writing this. I know this isn't what won the poll but i came up to the desicion that depending on what won is the order i'll post each idea! yaeeeeey? no? okay.
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Six months was enough time to do anything. You could go on a vacation, you could plan a birthday party, you could even save up enough money to go to across the world.
Six months ago that man was still your talking stage. The same man who would rather die than admit he sees Gojo as a father figure is also the same man who is your boyfriend.
You've been dating for him for a while now, and throughout that time you figured a lot of stuff out. His likes, his dislikes, his habits, they were all a reflection of his personality, moody and gloomy.
And despite fighting curses that could level buildings, despite being calm in almost every situation imaginable, your boyfriend still got flustered whenever you got affectionate unexpectedly.
Which was exactly why you did it.
"You know," you said, sitting beside Megumi Fushiguro on the couch, "for somebody who's supposed to be all "singing killed my grandma", you're also very cute."
Megumi glanced up from his book. His expression the same as always whenever he figured you said something dumb or just wasn't worth his time, yet he still indulged. "I'm not...Whatever that means. If you're listening to what Yuji says then he's exaggerating.
"He's definitely not." You leaned against his shoulder, shirting your weight closer to him. causing his posture to stiffen immediately before relaxing slowly.
You turn your head towards him to admire his features. He's just staring at a specific page that was never interesting, his fingers unmoving as his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was deep in thought.
Smiling at the expression you tilted your head slightly. "What's up? Something on your mind?"
Megumi looked at you once the sound of your voice hit his ears. His eyes going from you then back at his book. "Nothing, just a thought."
"Usually whenever you have a thought it means you were thinking about it for a while. You can tell me you know."
He looked at you, then his eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before darting away. Reatreating back to his book.
A grin spread across your face.
Megumi sighed heavily. "Don't. You do this everytime."
"You looked." You teased, poking his shoulder playfully.
He closed his book and rubbed a hand over his face, in his honest opinion, dating you was exhausting. But if someone offered him a chance to pick a lover in any other universe and do it all over again, he'd choose you every time.
You moved closer. "I know what you want. All you gotta do is ask though."
"You're making this way more difficult than it has to be." Yet the way his expression softened instantly shows levels of contradiction.
That was the thing about Megumi. Despite all the words he says and all the looks he gives you he still was the same someone who looked at you like you hung the stars, someone who trusted you enough to let all his walls down.
Your teasing smile faded into something warmer. "You know I love you, right?" You loved teasing him, sure, but you find yourself enjoying these moments between each other. Where you both can just be soft with each other without judgement.
The words made him blink, even after all this time. Hearing it still affected him in more ways than he'd like to admit. "I know."
"Good." You reached up and kissed him.
The kiss was soft and slow, the pace comfortable enough for the both of you to keep up with while also revealing the emotions that never seem to fade. The kind of kiss that came from knowing someone completely.
When you pulled back, Megumi followed without thinking. His lips curling into a small frown as his eyes opened slightly when he realized what he'd done. He wasn't mad, he was confused on why you ended the kiss so soon and why his lips even bothered to follow after yours like a magnet. His ears turned red. "Sorry."
You raised a brow and couldn't stop yourself from smiling. "Why are you apologizing?"
"I wasn't done." He looked away, embarrassed by his own confession. Ito his ears it sounded stupid. But you didn't miss how he sounded so sincere, so completely honest.
His gaze dropped to your lips again and this time he didn't even try to hide it. He was tired of pretending.
You leaned in first.
The second your lips met, Megumi kissed you back immediately. No hesitation, No awkwardness. Just months of affection poured into one moment.
He moved you gently, guiding you onto his lap until he was sure you were comfortable. When he figured you were, one hand came up to gently cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss, and you felt him smile when you moved closer.
When you finally pulled back for air, it lasted all of two seconds before Megumi was already leaning in again, chasing your lips.
As if he'd forgotten whatever cool, composed image he usually maintained. Making you laugh softly against his mouth. "Needy." His face immediately flushed.
You quickly bit back the rest of your words when you felt Megumi's hand go to your hair, tangling in the strands before pulling your head closer to his.
Lips meeting was the only thing you remember before Megumi had you laying on the couch. His hands on your waist with your legs on either side of his hips as he tilted his head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss.
Each time you moved away for a gasp of breath Megumi's lips would quickly hurry after yours.
You didn't think your boyfriend of six months would be into kissing as much as he is, but either way ,who would you be to complain?
a/n: heyy😅 im trying something new with the dividers so i'm hoping it's for the best. Please keep in mind i will keep posts up weekly! Please also expect a lot of changes within posts, i will just be experimenting with different styles to see how you all like them. Requests and taglists are also open!!
random: my birthday's coming up so i will have a birthday special of Megumi bc....thats my man? But other than that i would also like to thank you all for the new followers!! You're all the best! mwah 😘
synopsis - you’re Suguru’s younger sister, and you’ve had a crush on his best friend, Satoru Gojo since you were 8 years old and he was 10. He never saw you as anything other than his best friend’s baby sister, almost his own little sister. After they’d left for college, and you soon after; you’d grown up from an insecure teen girl to a confident young woman, and Gojo noticed. Problem is…You’re “off limits” and you two will have to spend a whole month long summer vacation together with these (re)blossoming feelings.
cw - suggestive, cussing | wc : 2.5K | mdni!!
Frat!jo x fem!reader | use of y/n
You’ve been second to your brother most your life, basically lived in his shadow. Everyone knew you as “Suguru’s little sister”, teachers, coaches, friends, crushes, anyone you could possibly think of.
You were sick of it.
So when he went to college you made sure to find one on the opposite end of the country, it’s not like you were mad at him- it wasn’t his fault. You just needed the chance to be your own person.
And that’s exactly what happened, you kept some old friends, made some new ones, gained confidence, glowed up- Hell even your parents treated you differently now!!
They were so proud their “babies”, had gone off into the world. So proud in fact that they paid for a trip for you and you brother to go to Crete, Greece!!
You were excited!! Sure you’d have a big idiot by you all the time, but it’d be nice for him to meet the new you.
And Greece!!! HELLOOO!! You got a free trip to Greece, of course you were excited!
You were so excited!! Until you found out he was coming…
Satoru Gojo.
Your brother’s best friend.
The boy you’d liked form the 3rd grade to the 10th.
The boy every girl in school wanted.
The boy who never saw you as anything other than “Suguru’s silly kid sister”…
It was no surprise he’d be there, your parents loved him, you’d known him forever, he is your brother’ s best friend, you were basically his little sister too.
Which made liking him sooo much more degrading. You knew he’d never feel the same. You were just Suguru’s snotty nosed kid sister; the same one who peed herself at 11 years old on a rollercoaster, the same one who snorted soda out her nose at 9 trying to laugh and Satoru’s very unfunny joke. He knew the old you- The You, you wanted everyone to forget…
So imagine your excitement when you find out you’ll be stuck in Greece, third wheeling your brother and his annoyingly charming agitating best friend for a whole month.
Great…just great..
8:17 PM | 9 HOURS TIL THE FLIGHT
You were on facetime with your friend Shoko, you’d grown up with her too. She’s the same age as Suguru, but you were always closer to her than him and Satoru.
“You’re at the house by yourself right now?”
“Noo, my parents are home”
You say as you curl your lashes.
“Where’s Suguru?”
“He’s picking up Satoru..”
you say with a grumble
“Oh? Finally over that crush of yours?”
she says with amusement
“What crush??!”
“The fat ass crush you had on Gojo.”
“I never liked Satoru”
“Yes you did. It was so obvious- ehm.. ‘ohh toru can i play you next? oh satoru i sprained my ankle can you help me, oh toru did i do good’…”
“so fucking obvious..”
you pout, brush your hair, and take a sip of your diet coke.
“I didn’t sound like that…and even if I ever liked him- which i didn’t…I don’t now…that’s for damn sure.”
”Yeah that’s why you’ve been fixing your make up and hair for the last HOUR.”
you don’t have a comeback for that one..
“fuck you i’m hanging up now”
you say and pick up your phone
shoko laughs
“okay then..bye”
“bye sho”
you say with a small smile.
You stand up from your vanity and flop back onto your bed.
Do you still have a thing for Satoru..?
Of course not! it’s been 2 years since you’ve last seen him, let alone had a conversation with him..plus you’ve grown into a better person, hopefully he has too…
You continue to stare at the ceiling thinking about how the next month will play out…
IN THE CAR WITH SUGURU AND SATORU
“You have everything you need packed right? Cause i’m not turning back at 2 in the morning because you forgot your dry shampoo..”
“Yes MOOMM, i have everything”
Gojo said, fixing his blue basaball cap
“I’m not joking Satoru- the flight is at 4am, and y’know y/n gets frustrated when we’re late for things”
“yeah yeah yeah, i know- how has y/n been anyways?”
He turns too look at Suguru
“Pretty good actually- She has a bunch of friends at her school, she’s less self conscious now…she grown up since you last saw her”
“Awhh our little girl is all grown up”
He says wiping a fake tear, mocking Suguru
Suguru rolls his eyes and chuckles
“Yeah mock me all you want- but seriously try to act normal around her, and don’t bring up the crush she had on you…she gets all moody when someone mentions it”
“Yeah yeah i got you- save her the embarrassment”
He says dismissively, while Suguru pulls into the driveway
“Okay last thing-“
“Ughh what now.?”
“Let me talk dumbass…don’t try anything with her- and I mean that, I know how you little man whore frat boy brain works. And i’m telling you stay away from her, cause you’ll just use her and break her heart- and i will kill you..i’m so serious”
“Ew dude she’s like my sister- i wouldn’t do that..”
“…Okay, i trust you”
They both get out the car to get Satoru’s luggage and stuff. They lock the car and open the doors the the house”
“Y/n!!…we’re homeee!!”
Suguru yells
You run down the stairs faster than you meant to. You turn to face your brother and see Satoru…
Holy fuck…
he’s hotter than before!!
The last time you saw him, he was a smidge bit shorter, a tiny bit of biceps, kinda just tall and skinny with a pretty face..
But now…?
Lord have mercy…
He taller, and fucking jacked….biceps, triceps, tits pecs, he probably has a 6 pack under his plain white shirt.
You swear you can feel your face heating up just from looking at him.
You get to the bottom of the stairs and walk over. You suddenly feel very self conscious in your outfit, nonetheless you give Suguru a hug. You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you the whole time.
Once the hug is over, you turn to Satoru and give him one. You know your face is probably bright red. You swear you can his abs through his shirt.
Dear god…this’ll be a fun trip..
He looks you up and down (your stomach flips), then he pats your head, messing up your hair
“Awh little y/n is all grown up”
You make a fake laugh and step back fixing your hair
“yep…you look..bigger”
“Are you calling me fat?? Wow and i was being nice”
“You know what i meant Toru..”
Still a drama queen…
The three of you talk for a bit, then you decide to go to bed since your plane leaves at 4.
Satoru watches you as you go up the stairs…
You run to your room and fall face forward onto your bed. You swear you’ve soaked through you underwear just by looking at him- you can’t deal with this for a whole month!!!
You try your best to drift off, but you just can’t stop imagining Satoru on top of you, shirt off, sweat glistening on his toned body, panting…damn it…You clearly did still like him..
2:04 AM | 2 HOURS TIL THE FLIGHT
You wake up by getting a pillow getting thrown on you rather aggressively.
You shoot up, Seeing Suguru in front of you
“What the fuck dude, no ‘hey wake up get ready’ you just throw a fucking pillow”
“Sorry sleeping beauty needed you awake, hurry up and get dress we gotta go in 30”
he saying walking out your door, turning the light on before he leaves. You groan at the sudden burst of brightness, grabbing some clothes to put on.
When you get to the bathroom Satoru is already in there brushing his teeth…with your toothbrush!!
He spits and looks over at you
“Hey girlie- you’re finally awake”
You snatch the toothbrush from him
“That’s my fucking toothbrush Satoru, what hell is wrong with you..gross”
He laughs and puts his hands up in defense- slightly surprised by your language
“Wow someone’s not a morning person- sorry ‘bout the toothbrush princess, i’ll make it up to you”
He says with a cheesy wink and smirk, before leaving the bathroom
You catch yourself smiling at his stupidity and look down at the toothbrush…still has toothpaste and his saliva all over it, you ride it with water and pour a little mouth wash over it in hopes that might disinfect it.
You decide to take a a quick shower before brushing your teeth…You come out and get dressed. You put on a pink and white horizontal striped off the shoulder top, and some matching shorts. It was cute, and comfortable enough to wear for a 17ish hour flight.
You put your hair up into a high ponytail, then pick up your toothbrush, you stare it down before putting toothpaste on it and inserting it into your mouth.
You try not to think to hard about think about the fact that it was in Satoru’s mouth not even 30 minutes ago, but you mind drifts back to him calling you princess…usually you get some type of insult, your nickname, or girlie…but princess…something about that coming from his mouth gave you butterflies…
“Probably doesn’t mean anything”
you think to yourself…
“Don’t overthink it”
You finish up in the bathroom and grab your (extra large) suitcase, backpack, and purse; and head downstairs. You put your luggage at the front door next to your shoes, then head to the kitchen where Suguru and Satoru were.
You grab a bowl and spoon..
“Can someone get me some cereal and some milk, please?”
Right after you say that Satoru mumbles a little “I gotcha..”, to get the the fridge he puts his hand on the side of your lower back and brushes against your back.
You freeze and place and feel your face heat up…
The fuck was that?!
“Fruity pebbles or Cinnamon toast crunch?”
He asks innocently, holding both up… You barely register what he says for a minute
“Oh! uh…doesn’t matter”
you say trying to regain your composure. He lets out a soft chuckle and throws the Cinnamon toast crunch at you.
“Thanks Toru”
“No problem princess, now where’s my reward?”
“Wha-“
You turned bright red instantly
“Stop flirting with her”
“I’m not flirting i’m teasing…there’s a difference”
“Uhuh…sure- y/n eat quick we gotta go soon”
You finish up your cereal, face still flushed pink. Once it’s done you slip on your shoes and grab your luggage. Your parents come to wish y’all goodbye. Then you leave in Suguru’s car to go to the airport.
The drive was fairly peaceful, Suguru and Satoru’s little bickering and laughter from the front seat, you’re half asleep by the time you reach the airport.
You go get you boarding passes, go through security and TSA, and blah blah blah…You eventually make it to the gates. It’s 3:41 so your plane should be there soon. You sit on one of the chair, your eyes are heavy and dropping as you speak. Satoru runs to the bathroom, and you lean on Suguru’s shoulder to sleep, he rolls his eyes but lets you stay there anyway.
3:57 AM | TIME TO BOARD THE FLIGHT
Suguru shakes you awake, picking up his luggage
“Hey we’re boarding now c’mon!”
He says helping you up. You guys get to the seats fairly quickly. Suguru gets the window seat, you sit in the middle, and Satoru sat in the aisle seat.
You fall asleep soon after the plane gets up in the air, Little did you know Satoru was eating you…
God you’re much different than last time he saw you- sure you’re personality is pretty much the same, except you’re less awkward..more sure of yourself.
And he’s incredibly attracted to it.
And you- damn it you grew up all right. When you had came down the stairs earlier the first thing he noticed was your figure. You’d definitely filled out a little more, even in a baggy T- shirt and some sweatpants he couldn’t help but notice. Then he noticed your face, last time he saw you you had braces and acne. Now you were braces free, with straight teeth, and a clear face. You had gotten an inch or two taller, your hair had grown out.
Damnit you were…hot?
Y/n Geto…hot?
He felt a little gross admitting it to himself- But how could he ignore it!!
He stares at your sleeping form, cheeks smushed together from the “Minnie mouse” neck pillow and angle you were sitting at.
“Cute…”
He thinks…then he mind drifts off
He internally curses himself for the images of you in his brain right now. Trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but honestly…his brain seems to want you just as much as the rest of him…
He wonders how much this “Off limits” thing Suguru mentioned really meant- It’s not like he’d actually kill him…
But should he risk the brotherhood between him and his best friend…maybe his only real friend, Just because his sister was more developed than before. No!! Should he ruin the relationship between you and him just to get some action…No…
So he’ll hold it back, and try to ignore it. It’ll Go away eventually…Right?
By the time you wake up you still have a good 13 and half hours left on the flight.
To wait it out you take some pictures to post later, watch something you downloaded on your phone, talk to Satoru and Suguru a bit, ignore the way Satoru keeps teasing you, nap some more, color, do whatever to pass the time.
You decide to make a Playlist for this trip cause.. Why not!!
Eventually you fall back asleep and wake up to hear the pilot, declare a safe landing. Listen to the word people in the back clap and Eventually get your stuff together and get out the plane.
By the time you land it’s about 9pm, Satoru calls a taxi and You guys get to your rental home for the month.
The house was located in Malia, Crete. The house was gorgeousss. It was a cream color, with moss running up the sides, a wood double door with golden door handles; The roof and a cooper tone shingles and a chimney. Circular and Square windows were around the house, and a swinging bench on the porch…
It was beautiful, You tipped the driver 15 dollars and walked inside. And goodness, if you thought the outside was pretty, The inside was better. A kitchen with white tiles and the floor, an island with bar stools and accent walls, A big living room with a overly big TV, a couch, love seat and chair; with a big coffee table centered between them and paintings scattered along every wall.
There were curved stairs leading to the upstairs. Where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. Three rooms, and two bathrooms… The rooms were all lined up next to each other. Suguru and Satoru decided to “Rock,paper, scissors” for the larger room at the end of the hall, Sugur ended up winning laughing in Satoru’s face and Running to his room. You chose the room closest to the stairs. It had pale pink walls, and grayish cream carpet, instead of the dark brown wooden floors around the rest of the house.
You plop down onto the bed and fall asleep instantly, Dosing off with the excitement of this trip!!
a/n - hey y’all!! i’ve had this idea for awhile but i wanted to wait for summer to write ittt. I’m gonna make this a series, hopefully you guys like it!! (i put so much research into this you don’t understand 😭😭😭) But i really did have fun righting it!!
creds to @he-cannoli-foolhimself for the horizon divider!!
art belongs to @thatsallitchief!!
and a special ty to @after-urh34rt for choosing cinnamon toast crunch or fruity pebbles, luv ya!!
reblogs and likes are appreciated, thanks for reading!!
You played too much and you knew it too. But how are you supposed to restrain the need to participate in all the TikTok trends you've seen when your boyfriend's reaction could be the most funniest there is?
You were in your room scrolling on your phone, landing to see TikTok of a woman at a restaurant with her husband. It seemed fairly normal at first... Until the waiter came and asked if they were ready to order.
The woman instantly began asking her husband if she was able to get the most simple things, such as water and things, making it seem as if her husband was controlling, which left him in shock and confusion.
Now, it's not funny. In fact the prank could end horribly, but just imagine how your boyfriend Toji Fushiguro would act when you do such thing! So obviously Toji didn't pass on the opportunity to go out when you asked, suspecting nothing at all.
-
The waiter approached your table with a friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Kequine and I will be your server for this evening. Are there any drinks I can start you two off with today?" She tapped away on the tablet she was holding, ready to keep track with your requests.
Toji barely glanced at the menu, he didnt need to know what he wanted. "I'll just take a Dr. Pepper, nothing too serious."
"And for you?" The waiter nodded and turned to you.
"Am I allowed to get something besides a water? Last time you got upset when I ordered a lemonade so..."
The waiter and Toji paused while you just sat here putting on that nervous act. You kept a perfectly serious face, eyes darting around. "I just wanted to make sure."
The waiter suddenly became very interested in her tablet.
"Allowed? What the hell are you talking about?" Toji stared at you, really stared. He stared for what felt like an eternity before sitting up straight, glancing between you and the waiter. "You can order whatever you want"
Before things could escalate the waiter quickly cleared her throat. "Haha, err... Maybe if you know what you want, i could also get your orders?.."
"A steak with whatever else has the most calories, and whatever they want." He didn't break eye contact once, determined to figure out what was going on with you, making you quickly avoid eye contact to look at the floor. Continuing this act of nervousness.
"So the burger is okay?" You mumbled out.
"Yes."
"The fries?"
"Yes."
"The milkshake?"
"Yes."
"The cheesecake?"
"Order two. It doesn't matter cause I ain't payin'"
You nodded thoughtfully, breaking into a small relieved smile. "You're being really generous today, usually you'd just yell and tell me to get a salad." You looked up at the man across from you.
The waiter looked horrified, turning around and pretending to be interested in anything but whatever this was. But Toji looked annoyed, he didn't see this shit as a game. "You got three desserts yesterday, quit acting like that. I'm not some controlling bastard." He maintained eye contact with you, looking closely to see if he can find something that might be a giveaway to why you were doing this.
Then he noticed something.
The slight twitch at the corner of your mouth, the way your phone was angled slightly upward from under the table to catch his reaction, his eyes locked onto the device.
"Oh," Toji smirked. "that's what this is."
You immediately started laughing, the waiter looking between you both with a relieved look "It's a prank?" she asked.
"It's a prank," He confirmed. "Y'know what? Yeah, I don't let them order anything."
"What?" You raised a brow.
Toji continued speaking directly to the camera. "Every meal is government approved. Salad on Mondays. Bread on Tuesdays. Water if they're lucky."
The waiter turned her head to laugh, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent any noise from coming out. Yet Toji looked completely serious.
"If they misbehave, it's celery." He leaned back in in the booth, arms folded.
His display earning him a playful eyeroll from you. "You're supposed to deny it!"
"Why? This is funnier."
The video ended with you laughing uncontrollably while Toji sat there looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You ended up posting the video to see the TikTok blowing up. Comments flooding in pretending to be concerned while Toji replied whatever he felt.
Top Comment: "Blink twice if you need help."
Toji's reply: "They don't have permission to blink."
Second Top Comment: "Do you need help?"
Toji's reply: "They need written authorization before being able to answer comments."
You learned that you can't even get away with trying to make your boyfriend look bad cause he'd always find a way to do it himself.
Being married to the love of your life felt like a dream. Always there to be attentive to your needs, always asking about you day, good morning texts for you to wake up to when he's running late for work, checking on you throughout the day, it was nothing but amazing! However,
if there was something you couldn't stand about Higuruma Hiromi was the bullshit he pulled whenever you guys would argue.
The argument started over something incredibly stupid, It usually did- in fact- it always did.
"I still think pineapple on pizza is fine," You spoke from the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. "it doesn't bother me as much as it does to others."
Across the table Hiromi looked up from his coffee, pausing the typing he did on his laptop, likely an email to his assistant about a case he was requested for.
Silence. The occasional beeping from cars below interupting the quietness that followed your sentence. Hiromi didn't even blink, he stared at you with that same expression he had whenever a client was explaining their side of a story of a case they weren't guilty of.
"...Fine?" he repeated.
"Yeah."
"Your position is that pineapple on pizza is fine."
"Err, yeah?"
He set his coffee down with the care of a man placing evidence into a sealed container. "That's an interesting statement."
You already knew that tone. It was the tone he used right before accidentally transforming an ordinary conversation into a legal proceeding. Before he could even continue you stopped him, halting your movements to look at him. "Hiromi, no. We're not doing this. That defense lawyer thing you do has to stop."
Higuruma frowned. "I don't have a defense lawyer thing."
"You do"
Higuruma ignored you comment, refusing to acknowledge what he knew was true. "Let's establish the facts. You claim pineapple on pizza is acceptable."
You turned away from him, returning back to the cutting board. "I said it was fine."
"So acceptable."
"Sure." You roll your eyes.
Hiromi closed his laptop, keeping it on his lap. He's taking this way to serious and he's aware, but how can he just ignore such a comment? It's not his fault. "Based on what criteria?"
You shrugged, "It's okay, well, to me at least. Like I don't particularly enjoy it but if someone hosted a pizza party and that was the only pizza there was i'd eat it if i was truly hungry." You didn't really care, it was an opinion, not a trial case that needed evaluating like Hiromi treated it.
"Just you?" He raised a brow, taking another sip of his coffee before putting it down with a gentle thud.
"No, i'm sure lots of people think the same."
"How many?"
"I don't know."
He nodded along while looking into the distance, deep in thought. A moment of silence coming between the couple before he started. "A moment ago,"
You groaned. "What is it now?".
He ignored your sound of annoyance, he was going to get to the bottom of this no matter what you thought. "you stated pineapple pizza is tasty. Yet now you're expanding the claim to include the preferences of unnamed third parties."
"Because other people exist."
"Do they?"
You cut the carrot particularly hard before turning to him and meeting his gaze. He seemed like he was choosing to be serious or to mess with you further. "...Did you just challenge the existence of other people?""
"I'm challenging your evidence." Hiromi stood from his spot on the couch, putting his laptop down on the coffee table before making his way to you. "Can you provide a source?"
You rolled your eyes once more, "It's pizza, not a murder trial." rolling the carrots from the cutting board and sliding it into the pot you were making curry in.
"That doesn't answer the question."
"Fine. My source? Just trust me, bro." You gave him a look over your shoulder. Once you put the cutting board down you turned to him. "You know, this is exactly what I'm talking about."
Hiromi leaned against the counter of the kitchen island across from you, tilting his head. "What is?"
"The defense lawyer mode."
Higuruma sighed. "You keep said that last time despite it not being true. I'm organizing information and keeping up with your claims."
"I'm sure that's the same thing as building a case."
"It isn't."
"It is."
"It isn't."
"It is."
"It—" He stopped his sentence abruptly, strange look crossed his face. The look of a man suddenly realizing something terrible.
"I may have approached this incorrectly," Higuruma folded his hands, slowly he's straying away from the pizza claim and moving toward another one.. "let's consider the matter objectively. You've accused me several times of entering 'defense lawyer mode.'"
"Because you did, again. Like you always do." You returned back to dinner, attempting to ignore whatever he had to say.
"Don't you think you may have interpreted ordinary conversation between two people through the lens of preconceived assumptions?"
"What does that even mean?" Without looking at him you sighed deeply. "You know what? Nevermind. Just know you're doing it again."
Hiromi blinked at you before hovering behind you, placing a hand on the counter beside you with an amused look "You reacted immediately, almost emotionally...Which suggests you're starting to get irritated."
You didn't answer, choosing to just keep the apartment in silence while you stirred the curry.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop messing with you." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, a small smirk on his face. "Defense rests, case closed."
He didn't find it at all surprising when he seen a pillow and blanket on the couch you left for him later that night, he knew regardless you were gonna let him sleep in bed no matter how unhappy you were with him, even if you didn't he knew a little trick to get you to comply.
Nothing a lil eating out can't fix, he knows your love for his nose and he'll take a very big advantage of that.
Some people see marriage as a new beginning. A way to start life with a new and fresh mind and a way to navigate life with another person, while others may see it as something romantical. Something where you spend all your time loving another person and being all lovey-dovey together.
You discovered, that your marriage a mix of both. But it was mainly consisting of something else—
Marriage was arguing with Suguru Geto about absolutely ridiculous things ever. Each day brought up a new set of irritations.
—
"You moved my mug." You walk back into the kitchen to find your mug on the right side of the counter when you remember you clearly put it on the left, you always did.
Suguru didn't even look up from his book. "I did not." He sounded unamused, like he was used to this game.
"You did."
"I didn't."
"It was on the left side of the counter."
"It has always been on the right."
You pointed dramatically. "There is a coffee ring on the left side, my mug was there."
"There is also a coffee ring on the right side," Suguru finally glanced over. "It proves you spill coffee."
You narrowed your eyes. "That doesn't prove shit, I put my coffee on the left, so how did it end up on the right?"
He finally put his book down, "Regardless, it's your mug. I don't understand why you're so upset about the placement when it doesn't even affect the taste at all. Is it your time of the month?"
Staring up at you with feigned concern, Suguru sighed. The kind he did when he knew he's making you mad but wanted to see how far he could go with it.
You blinked at him once, fighting the urge to just grab the coffee mug and hit him with it repeatedly.
The argument ended with you sulking while drinking your coffee and Suguru apologizing for provoking a reaction out of you while pretending not to laugh.
That was usually how it went.
—
"It is literally the same man."
"It isn't."
"It is."
You looked right at the long haired man and scoffed. You both spent the past ten minutes watching an old movie named 'Man of Steel" debating if Henry Cavill was the same man who played in "Walking Out'.
News flash! It's not.
"I know what i'm talking about," You pressed. "the nose is different"
"The nose is not different, they're the same person." Suguru insisted, he was very eager to prove you wrong. He always was. "The energy is the same."
"The energy?"
"Yes," He glanced at you. "the energy is very...Henry-like."
You stared. "That is not evidence."
"It is to me."
Three minutes later both of you were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, searching on your phones.
When the answer finally appeared, You triumphantly held up your screen.
"See? The man who played in 'Walking Out' was Matt Bomer."
He looked at your screen, then at his, then back at your screen before putting his phone away and staring at the movie.
"I still think the energy is the same."
"Say you're wrong."
He sighed deeply, Suguru never had a problem apologizing when he was wrong, but he hated the look on your face.
"It wasn't even that serious."
"It is serious"
"It's never that serious"
"it is serious." You repeated, refusing to let this go.
In the end Suguru didn't even apologize, he watched the film in silence and refused to look your way.
—
Then there was the thermostat war.
A conflict that had somehow lasted three years. Mind you, you got married three years ago.
You increase the temperature? Suguru would lower the temperature.
You would raise it again.
He would lower it again.
Raise.
Lower.
Raise.
Lower.
Until you walked in to see him lowering the thermostat once more on a very cold winter day, irritation visible on his face. His hand froze on the lower button. "What?"
"Put it back to how i had it." Crossing your arms, annoyed.
"It's too warm. No one wants to be warm like you, lavagirl."
"It's winter."
"I'm aware."
Five minutes later both of you were sitting together under the same blanket while Suguru quietly rubbed your cold hands.
The thermostat remained exactly where he wanted it.
—
The most ridiculous argument, however, occurred because of grocery shopping. Specifically because Suguru insisted on buying fruit he never actually ate.
"You bought bananas." You looked up from the grocery bags to the man putting up the rest of the groceries.
"Yes, what of it?"
"You don't eat bananas."
"I might." He glanced at you before returning his attention back onto the task at hand.
"You won't."
"I could."
"They're turning brown."
"They still have potential."
You rolled your eyes deeply. "That's not how fruit works."
The bananas sat untouched for a week.
Every day you pointed at them, every day Suguru claimed he had plans for them. And eventually you found him making banana bread at eleven o'clock at night. You walked into the kitchen, he looked guilty.
Crossing your arms with a raised brow, you sighed deeply. A habit that you gained ever since you met Suguru. "You were never going to eat them, were you?"
"No." He shook his head, his pride didn't allow him to look up at you. He knew you were right and he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him.
"So that entire argument was pointless."
"Mostly."
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Then both of you started laughing, the sound mingling together and filling the rest of the empty apartment.
That was the thing about being married to Suguru, the arguments never felt serious. They were less like fights and more like an ongoing competition neither of you intended to win or lose.
Even when you annoyed each other.
Even when you rolled your eyes.
Even when he stole your side of the bed and claimed he hadn't moved an inch.
Even when you stole his hair ties and claimed it was yours.
The chapel smelled like lilies and expensive perfume. Too clean. Too polished. Like someone had scrubbed every ugly feeling from the room and hidden it beneath white satin ribbons and decided that was enough
Shoko Ieiri sat in front of the mirror while makeup artists fluttered around her like anxious birds. Someone adjusted the veil in her hair. Someone else asked if the lipstick was too dark.
Shoko barely heard them.
All she could hear was the thoughts pounding in her head. The words that kept repeating in the back of her mind.
'You're not gonna like it'
'You're gonna destroy yourself'
'Please Ieiri.'
Low. Warm. Familiar enough to hurt.
“You okay?” one of the stylists asked gently, fixing her hair. Making a few adjustments
“Perfect,” she answered automatically, lighting another cigarette before three horrified assistants immediately begged her not to smoke in the bridal suite.
Right. Bridal suite. Wedding day.
She stared at herself in the mirror again.
White dress. Diamond earrings. A woman about to marry Kiyotaka Ijichi.
A woman who had spent years insisting she was normal.
The word tasted rotten now.
—
“You ever think you’re avoiding something?”
The memory hit her suddenly.
It had been two years ago. The moonlight spilling through the windows while the city drowned in neon outside. You’d been sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing one of her old hoodies and looking at her with that infuriatingly gentle expression.
Shoko had hated that look.
Because it made her honest.
“No,” she’d muttered, exhaling smoke as she leaned against the railing of the balcony.
Keeping the balcony door open so she could hear the same conversation you guys had multiple times again.
You smiled sadly. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You won’t even hold my hand in public.”
The room had gone quiet after that.
Shoko remembered the ache in her chest. The panic. The awful, suffocating feeling clawing up her throat every time someone looked at the two of you for too long.
Because loving you had felt natural.
Too natural.
And that terrified her.
She had spent her whole life understanding bodies. Flesh. Bones. Blood. She could split a human being open and name every wound without flinching.
But herself?
She couldn’t dissect that.
Couldn’t name the thing she felt when you smiled at her.
Couldn’t survive what it might mean.
“You should date someone better,” she’d said finally.
Your face had fallen instantly. “Ieiri—”
“I’m serious.”
“You love me.”
"I swear i don't."
—
“Ms. Shoko?”
Someone touched her shoulder, pulling her back to the present.
“It’s time.”
Right.
Of course it was.
Shoko stood slowly, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the chapel doors.
Every step felt mechanical.
Outside, music swelled softly from the orchestra. Guests smiled. Candles flickered gold against stained glass.
Beautiful.
Dead.
When the doors opened, everyone turned toward her.
Shoko’s eyes instinctively searched the crowd.
And there you were.
Back row.
Like a knife straight through her ribs.
You looked devastating, beautiful, so perfect.
Not because of the dress you wore. Not because your hair was perfect or your expression carefully blank.
But because you looked like someone who had finally learned how to survive heartbreak.
That was new.
You used to look at Shoko like she hung the moon.
Now you looked tired. Polite. Done.
Like someone who was sick of the constant back and forth you both would do. Tired of how Shoko would speak to Ichiji so sweetly as they were officially putting a label on themselves while at the same time crawling over to your place by night.
The realization nearly made her stumble.
At the altar, Ijichi smiled nervously the moment he saw her approaching. Sweet man. Reliable. Kind.
Safe.
That was why she chose him.
Because he loved her in a way that asked for nothing ugly. Nothing difficult. Nothing that forced her to peel herself open and confront the truth.
A husband was easy.
You were not.
As the officiant spoke, Shoko barely registered the words, her gaze kept drifting back to you.
You wouldn’t look at her anymore.
And suddenly she remembered last night.
Last night where she should've been in the same house as her husband. Her love. The one she chose.
Yet she was there at your place.
There under the excuse that it's bad luck to see her Fiancee before her wedding.
The sheets crumbled, clothes scattered on the floor, Your fingers on her chest while you whispered against her mouth.
“Tell me to stay.”
She had wanted to.
She had wanted to beg.
But fear had always arrived first.
Fear of being seen. Fear of needing you too much.
So she pushed you away instead.
Over. And over. And over.
Until eventually—
You left.
The officiant smiled warmly. “Do you, Shoko Ieiri, take Kiyotaka Ijichi to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
The chapel went silent.
Shoko opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because across the room, you finally looked at her.
Not angry. Not hopeful. Just disapointed
Like you already knew what she was about to do to herself.
"Good luck, babe!"
The words echoed in her skull like a curse.
The memory of how you both smiled and laughed at the song as you both listened to it, swearing you both would never end up like that.
Now she regretted every moment.
Good luck pretending.
Good luck convincing yourself this is enough.
Good luck spending the rest of your life waking beside someone safe while mourning someone real.
Her chest tightened violently.
Ijichi’s smile faltered. “Ieiri…?”
Everyone was staring now.
But all she could think about was you crying quietly in her apartment after the breakup while she stood there pretending not to care. How she almost ran after you. How she still dreamed about you.
How every cigarette since tasted wrong because your perfume no longer clung to her clothes.
Shoko inhaled shakily.
No one noticed the way Shoko’s fingers trembled inside her bouquet.
No one noticed how she couldn’t stop staring at you.
“Do you, Shoko Ieiri, take Kiyotaka Ijichi to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
The officiant’s voice echoed softly through the chapel as he asked again, a bit confused. everyone was.
Shoko should’ve looked at Ijichi.
Instead, her eyes found yours immediately.
There it was again. That awful ache. The same one she’d carried for years like a bullet lodged too deep to remove.
You didn’t smile at her.
Didn’t plead. Didn’t look angry anymore.
You just looked heartbroken in the quietest way possible, like you’d already accepted this.
Shoko thought that should’ve made things easier.
It didn’t.
Because suddenly she remembered everything all at once—
Your head in her lap while she smoked by the window.
Your laughter filling her apartment at 2 a.m.
The way you used to kiss the mole beneath her eye like it was something precious instead of ugly.
The night you whispered,
“You don’t have to be afraid of this.”
And how she responded by pulling away from you like your love was something dangerous.
Not because loving you was wrong, but because loving you felt irreversible.
She could survive monsters. Death. Blood. Autopsies. Curses.
But being known? Being loved by another woman so completely it unraveled her from the inside out?
Being out where everyone could see her? She felt the looks of judgement from a mile away.
That terrified her.
So she left first.
She told herself it was practical.
Temporary.
Necessary.
But when she heard you stopped asking about her—
That was when panic finally settled into her bones.
The officiant smiled patiently. “Shoko?”
The entire chapel waited.
And Shoko kept staring at you.
Your expression carefully blank, but your eyes—
Your eyes begged her not to do this. Not verbally.
You’d never humiliate her like that.
But she knew you too well.
Knew every tiny crack in your composure.
You were waiting for her to choose herself. Just once.
Shoko’s throat tightened.
If she said no now, everything would shatter.
The ceremony.
Her reputation.
The years she spent constructing this version of herself everyone understood.
The safe version.
The acceptable one.
A piece of her still wanted that safety.
Even now.
Even while looking directly at the person she loved most.
Her chest hurt so badly she thought she might collapse.
“I do.”
The words sliced clean through the room.
Through you. Through her.
Your face changed instantly.
It was subtle. Most people wouldn’t notice.
But Shoko noticed everything about you.
The way your mouth parted slightly.
The way your shoulders stiffened.
The way something in your eyes finally died.
Still—
You smiled.
A tiny, polite smile.
Like you were helping her pretend this didn’t hurt.
That nearly destroyed her right there at the altar.
The ceremony continued around her in muffled fragments.
More vows. More applause.
A ring sliding onto her finger that felt less like devotion and more like a handcuff.
Through all of it, she kept finding you in the crowd.
Like a wound she couldn’t stop pressing. Like a scab she wouldn't stop peeling and tearing at.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Ijichi leaned forward gently.
Kindly.
And Shoko let him kiss her.
Because that’s what brides were supposed to do.
She was a bride. For a man. How it was supposed to be.
The crowd cheered.
Someone cried.
Cameras flashed.
But over Ijichi’s shoulder, Shoko saw you stand from your seat before the applause even ended.
You didn’t stay for the reception.
Of course you didn’t.
You walked toward the chapel doors with your head high and your expression unreadable.
Shoko watched you leave while her husband held her hand.
This wasn’t relief.
This wasn’t safety.
It was grief. Pure, irreversible grief.
Because she had spent years convincing herself she could survive losing you.
But as the chapel doors closed behind your disappearing figure—
For the first time, Shoko Ieiri understood that she actually wouldn’t.
heyyyy....It'd just make me soooo mad if you made a bakugo fic where bakugo's mad at you because you were supposedly flirting with izuku and it ends in you apologizing and then goes into smuttt ... like thatd make me sooo upset and angry.. 👀
A/n: I hope i made u mad!! uhh this is the first smut ive wrote since middle school so it might suck balls, but i tried my best so hope yall like it!!
Being a pro hero, you’d don’t get many days off. So tonight you decided to celebrate your night off with your friends! Go to a bar, drink, catch up with each other, yknow have fun and take up break from your hectic lives..
so how the hell did you end up like this?!
Clothes forgotten and scattered across your bedroom, Marks all across you neck and collarbone,Ass up, face smothered into a pillow, with your boyfriend pounding into you sloppy cunt
“Ah- fuck, kats-“ you try to speak but only moans and pathetic whimpers come out you mouth. You can still taste the faint liquor on your breath, and the smell of sex filling the room.
“Fuucckkk- your dirty little pussy’s so wet- alll for me” he says as he slaps your ass, “All mineee- uh fuck, say it”, Katsuki groans out
“Ahhh fuck- I’m yours kats- ughh”, he groans and starts thrusting faster, “Yeah bet this is better than deku hah?yeah you didn’t- fuck- think i saw you flirtin with that nerd all fucking night”, you can barely register what he’s saying at first then it hits you.
Flirting with Midoriya?? How much did he drink??
“What- ahh, are you talking about?” you squeal out, “I saw you touching his arm, and giggling and talkin-“ you cut him off before he can keep spewing nonsense. “We were- fuckk, talking about you dumbass” Then he stops moving and you whine at the loss of moving
“Talking about me?” he breathes out, “Yes he was asking about you, we only talked for like 5 minutes” you say catching your breath
He flips you onto your back, lines back up and slowly pushes back into your wet cunt. You both let out a moan, and he goes back to the brutal pace he was at before, after awhile you were about to hit your climax “Ah fuck kats i’m gonna cum- don’t stop please please-“ You moan as your body shakes, katsuki fills your cunt with thick white ropes of cum right after
You both take a second to breathe, then he leans over kissing your cheek, “Lemme clean you up”. He walks off to get a warm, wet rag and wipes you off, then lays down next to you nuzzling his face into your neck
contents: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, dom!megumi, soft!megumi towards end, praise kink (use of “good girl”, “be good”, etc.), breeding kink, lots of cum, slight daddy kink, light mentioning of baby trapping, fingering, light degradation (use of “cum dump”), dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, a lil bit of aftercare, dumbification, megumi just trying to knock you up, this was filthyyyyy.
blush’s notes: this is for this amazeballs request!! im so down bad for megumi, its not even a joke. i wish he was real. creds to @kodaswrld for the cute divider!
you don’t even know what round you’re on or how many times you’ve came. all you know is how good megumi’s pelvis slams into your ass and his dick reaching spots you didn’t even know existed in you.
your man’s got you in a mean arch, face down and perfect ass up. his large, veiny hands hold your soft waist like it’s a rein to throw you back onto his aching dick.
“fuckkkk, baby… you’re so warm, so tight… i’ll make sure to breed this pussy full, angel, i swear…” megumi mutters filthily.
you let out an harmonious arrangement of slutty moans and cute whimpers into your drool-stained pillow.
his cock twitches inside of you, perpetually leaking pre into your overloaded pussy. there was a white frothing at his base and sperm’s leaking out of you from the previous rounds.
he lowly grunts when you clench impossibly tighter around him. tension builds up in your stomach, cunt throbbing for release.
“g-gumi…! nghhh!! i- ha! ‘m gonna—“ you hiccup, tears running down your soft cheeks.
your boyfriend doesn’t stop, in fact he picks up the pace, slamming his dick even deeper and harder into you.
he bends over, his chest to your arched back to rudely grope a tit. another hand snakes in between your thighs to rub at your swollen clit.
you could feel his warm breath against your ear as he murmurs so sweetly, “i know, baby, i know. i got you. cum for me, princess, yeah?”
you came all over his swollen dick immediately when he finishes his sentence, screaming his name into your cotton pillow.
and megumi continues to fuck you like you’re his horny angel that heaven sent for him to take care of. like you’re his one true salvation in such an ugly world of chaos.
“fuck, fuck, fuck— baby, be a good girl and take my cum. take every single drop. be a good cum dump and lemme fuck! put my babies in you—“
he buries himself to the hilt in your warmth and gravelly groans into your shoulder. the welcoming feeling of his sperm filling you up again makes you feel like on cloud nine.
though your pussy is biblical levels of greedy when it comes to megumi’s cock and cum, there is just so much cum your pussy can hold in.
a spurting noise bubbles out before his cum starts leaking down your thighs and onto the ruined sheets.
but megumi is quick to use his fingers to scoop up the load and shove it back into you, making you feel impossibly more fuller, eliciting a sweet moan from your lips.
he plugs your stuffed cunt with his rough fingers. he mumbles, “you gotta keep it all in, sweetheart. gotta make sure it takes.”
you wanna protest and ask him just how could it be possible to keep his bucketloads of cum in your tiny pussy.
but instead, a divine whine is forced out your pretty mouth when your boyfriend starts fingering you.
more of his load leaks out and he has the audacity to tut like it’s somehow your fault, “angel, you’re spilling it all out. guess we gotta do it again.”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
“ahhhh!! g-gumi!! i- ha! ngh!! too deep—! hnghhh!! too big!! g-gumi!!”
“don’t worry your pretty head, baby. just take it. you’ll look sooo good pregnant with my babies.”
megumi’s got you in a mean mating press. your knees are pinned to the sheets, brushing against your ears with his large, veiny hands holding your legs.
this angle makes you feel his dick wayyyy deeper.
you angelically cry out with your head tossing about, his tip pounding into your cervix. megumi thinks you look so pretty like this.
his navy blue eyes trace over your delicate fucked out face. your glossy lips shining with all the drool and spit the two of you exchanged. your pretty glassy eyes on the brink of rolling back. your cheeks all rosy and glowy.
you really are a blessing in human form. a gift from above just for him.
god, you also make his dick hurt. a lot. he’s been fucking you for hours and he’s still hard.
“gumiiiii!! haaa— i— eeekk!!!” you’re just babbling nonsense at this point, too fucked out to figure out if you’re cumming or not.
megumi pants against your mouth, whispering manically, “gon’ make me a daddy, aren’t ya, baby? ‘m gonna breed you and shit! you’ll never be able to leave me. ah fuck… just take it, angel, be good and take it.”
his words are going in one ear and out the other. you sweetly wail the only thing you could comprehend, “daddyyyy?”
it’s like music to his ears. he hoarsely groans, “yeahhh, baby. you’d make such a great mommy for our babies. i’ll keep you and our children safe, angel, i swear it— shit, shit, shit! ‘m gon’ cum.”
sperm spurts out and the heavenly feeling of his cum bloating up your stomach hits you like a nth orgasm.
his loads are still seeping out of your hole despite him still inside you.
your man stills inside of you, the two of you huffing against each other’s lips before he closes the gap to press the most gentle, loving kiss.
megumi pulls away, brushing the hairs out of your face tenderly.
he whispers softly, “you alright, pretty girl?”
you muster up the energy to nod, your entire body reduced to noodles.
he presses another kiss to your cheek before splaying a large, warm hand onto your bloated stomach, rubbing it carefully.
to his satisfaction, it already looks like you’re pregnant, stuffed to the brim with his cum.
your man quietly murmurs, “our children will look just as beautiful as you, angel. hopefully, they’ll have your eyes.”
he gives you another kiss, pouring all his love, his entire soul into it before holding you close. his cock softens inside you, plugging you up snugly and keeping the goodies inside.
“i love you.” he whispers, barely audibly before sleep takes you away.
bbg….can u write a fic about gojo drunk confessing and then yall go to work awkwardly the next day or week or wtv then it’ll eventually lead to smut??? PLEASEE, IF THATS NOT TO WEIRD!!!
Of courseeee! I literally love this ideaaaa. I'm not really good at doing smut but ill reallly try my best, thank you for the request!
—
The first mistake was letting Satoru Gojo get drunk. Considering he's never once even attempted to drink alcohol, in fact, he hates the taste.
But Shoko just had to drink more than him. He felt like it was a competition, espcially when she was aware you were watching.
So there he goes downing drink after drink.
It was a one-sided competition that Shoko wasn't even aware of.
The second mistake was staying behind to babysit him afterward.
“You’re terrible at this,” you muttered, struggling to unlock his apartment door while Gojo leaned dramatically against your shoulder.
“I’m excellent at everything.”
“You can barely stand.”
“I’m choosing not to, optionally.”
“You walked into a vending machine.” You pointed out, unamused.
“It came out of nowhere.”
You snorted despite yourself.
The strongest sorcerer alive looked unfairly good even while intoxicated — flushed cheeks, loose black shirt slightly unbuttoned, white hair a complete mess.
Annoyingly pretty.
Dangerously charming.
And currently all your responsibility because everyone else had conveniently disappeared the second he started slurring his words.
The apartment door finally clicked open.
You sighed, dragging him inside. “You’re heavy.”
Gojo immediately flopped face-first onto the couch with zero dignity.
“Rude,” his voice came muffled into the cushions.
“You’ll survive.”
“Barely.”
You kicked off your shoes and headed toward the kitchen to grab him water before he died dramatically overnight.
Behind you, Gojo groaned loud enough to sound personally victimized by existence itself.
“You’re loud.” You called over your shoulder, annoyed.
“You’re mean.”
“You deserve it.”
“I deserve affection.”
Your chest tightened unexpectedly at the softness hidden beneath the joke.
Dangerous territory.
You returned with the glass anyway and shoved it lightly into his hand. “Drink.”
Gojo sat up slowly, fingers brushing yours accidentally as he took it.
Then he looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And suddenly the room felt too small. Too quiet.
His blindfold had been abandoned somewhere earlier in the night, leaving those bright blue eyes completely exposed — clearer now despite the alcohol, fixed on you with unsettling intensity.
“What?” you asked carefully.
Gojo didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he smiled.
Not the usual teasing grin. Not the cocky one he wore during fights.
Something smaller.
Softer.
“You take care of me a lot,” he said quietly.
You blinked. “That’s because nobody else will.”
“Hm.” His thumb traced absently along the side of the glass. “You always stay. Knowing you don't have too."
Your stomach flipped.
“Satoru—”
“I think about you all the time.” The words hit so hard your brain stalled completely.
He said it so casually.
So honestly.
Like it physically hurt him to keep it in anymore.
You stared at him.
Gojo leaned back against the couch, gaze never leaving your face.
“You laugh at my jokes even when they suck,” he continued softly. “You make me coffee without asking how I take it because you already know. You get mad when I skip meals.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “You look at me like I’m a person instead of a weapon.”
Your pulse pounded painfully.
“Satoru…” You repeated.
“I know,” he interrupted quietly. “Bad timing.”
Understatement of the century.
Because this was your coworker.
Your friend.
The strongest sorcerer alive.
And currently drunk enough to be saying things he’d probably regret tomorrow.
You swallowed hard. “You’re drunk.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“That’s not fair, you could be lying. Then you'd be playing with my feelings.”
Gojo’s smile faded slightly at that.
For the first time all night, he looked uncertain.
It startled you enough to hurt.
“I know,” he said again, softer now. “Sorry. Forget what I said.”
Silence swallowed the room afterward.
You helped him to bed eventually without speaking much more. He mumbled a sleepy thank you somewhere between collapsing onto the mattress and immediately passing out.
You left before morning.
—
And then came the awkwardness.
It was unbearable.
Gojo stopped teasing you as much. Stopped lingering around your desk. Stopped touching your shoulder absentmindedly when he passed by.
Which somehow felt worse than the confession itself.
Every interaction became painfully polite.
Professional.
Like both of you were pretending that night never happened.
Two weeks later, you were ready to lose your mind.
Which was exactly why your stomach dropped when Gojo cornered you outside the faculty building after a mission.
“Hey,” he said awkwardly.
Stiff.
“Satoru.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets, avoiding your eyes for once in his life. “Can you come over tonight?”
“What?”
“To talk,” he added quickly. “Or apologize. Or whatever this is. Us.”
You hesitated.
Gojo finally looked at you then, blue eyes frustratingly honest beneath the evening light.
“Please?”
And really, you never had been good at saying no to him.
—
His apartment was cleaner this time.
No dramatic collapse onto the couch. No slurred flirting.
Just Gojo opening the door in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants looking unfairly attractive while simultaneously seeming nervous enough to combust.
You stepped inside slowly.
“This already feels like a bad idea,” you muttered.
“Probably.”
The honesty made you laugh quietly.
Gojo visibly relaxed at the sound.
For a moment neither of you knew what to do next.
"Listen," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “about that night…”
“You were drunk.”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“And?”
“And I meant it.”
Your breath caught instantly.
Gojo exhaled sharply before continuing.
“I was hoping maybe I’d wake up and not remember saying any of it.” A weak laugh escaped him. “Didn’t get that lucky.”
He stayed silent, letting his words sink in.
“I know it made things weird.” His voice softened. “I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did.” He insisted, he's willing to take accountability when he feels it's needed.
“You confessed,” you corrected quietly. “There’s a difference.”
Gojo looked at you carefully then, like he was trying to decide whether hope was dangerous.
"If you don’t feel the same,” he continued quietly, “I’ll stop. The touching, the teasing, everything."
And that—
that hurt more than anything else.
Because the thought of him pulling away completely suddenly felt unbearable.
“You confessed while drunk and then spent two weeks pretending I rejected you before I even answered.”
A pause. Satoru sighed.
“…In my defense, I panicked.” He muttered.
“You’re the strongest sorcerer alive.”
“And yet.”
Gojo stared at you for a second like the sound alone might kill him.
Then quieter.
“So you don’t hate me?”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“No,” you admitted softly. “Actually, I think the problem is that I liked you long before this.”
The silence afterward felt enormous.
Gojo just looked at you.
Completely still.
“You liked me,” he repeated faintly.
And then suddenly he was smiling — bright, disbelieving, almost boyishly happy in a way you’d never seen before.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“Like seriously serious?”
“I just said yes, didn't i?"
Gojo laughed softly, stepping closer until you could feel his warmth.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, “how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”
Your breath caught when his hand lifted carefully toward your face.
Even now, he hesitated first.
Like he was afraid this might disappear if he moved too fast.
“You can kiss me, you know,” you whispered.
That was all the permission he needed.
Gojo kissed you like he’d been restraining himself for months.
Warm hands slid to your waist instantly, pulling you closer while his mouth moved against yours with surprising gentleness beneath all the intensity. You gasped softly as your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the sound seemed to wreck what little composure he had left.
“Satoru—”
“Hm?”
His forehead rested against yours briefly, breathing uneven despite the grin threatening at his mouth.
“You talk too much.” you grumbled.
“You like it.”
Before you could answer, his thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your sides beneath your shirt, just enough skin contact to make your breath hitch.
His eyes sharpened immediately at the reaction.
Dangerous.
“You’re sensitive,” he said softly, leaning down slowly. His nose brushing against yours
“Can I kiss you again?” he asked quietly.
The fact that he asked at all made your chest ache.
“You already know the answer.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, smiling faintly. “Still wanted to hear it.”
“Show-off.”
“Only for you.”
Then he kissed you again.
Slower this time. Less desperate than before, more intentional.
You could feel the restraint in him now — the effort it took not to overwhelm you completely. Despite all his confidence, Gojo touched you carefully, like he was still testing the reality of this.
His fingers spread against your waist while your hands slid higher along his chest.
God, he was warm.
And solid.
You felt him smile faintly against your mouth when you unconsciously moved closer.
“C’mere,” he murmured softly.
—
The room is dimly lit with only the moonlight spilling through the window, along with the TV playing a dumb series on Netflix Gojo insisted on turning on.
The screen displaying the text 'are you still watching?', which has been on the screen unmoving for the past ten minutes now.
the room is thick with the musky smell of arousal and sweat. The smell intoxicating. The sound of the bed creaking slightly seemed way too loud in the quiet night.
"Come on— hah!— you can keep that leg up, right?"
Gojo panted, one of his hands underneath you knee as he held it up, his other hand on your hip to stabilize himself as he grinded inside of you. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix perfectly.
You leaned your head back against the pillows, a whimper escaping past your kiss-swollen lips. Eyes closing shut as you felt him throb inside of your soaked pussy once again.
"I've been thinking about this for the longest," He shifted as he put your legs over his shoulders, his hands moving to your waist as he finally started to slowly push out—
Thwapp!
He let his hips meet yours, slamming against you. A groan that rumbled in his throat from the friction. Your walls clenching around him. "but fuckk...this feels way much better."
His thick cock stretching you open completely while his eyes shamelessly roamed your body.
"...Was so happy to hear you loved me back. 'Promise if you rejected me i would've died on the spot."
He was obsessed with the way your body moved when he pushed you back onto his shaft. Your chest bouncing as the filthy squelch of your cunt filling the room every time he pushed himself deeper into your tight heat.
"Stop being so dramatic—ohhh!"
Your back slightly arched off the bed once Satoru shifted his position. Hitting deep in parts that you never realized could be reached and felt.
"Oh, that must've felt real nice, tell me, did it?" he landed a particular hard thrust, as if emphasizing his point. Earning a loud moan from you.
"I cant hear you, answer my question love." he faltered his movements, reducing that delicious friction to a slow motion.
"I am! 'Toru, i am.."
"That's what i like to hear. See where listening gets you?"
His hands move to the back of your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he fucked into your drooling heat, the slick mess letting him to easily slide in and out of you, the sloppy noises of your cunt reaching his ears with delight.
"Gets you the things you want."
His face went into your neck, inhaling your scent as he kept your thighs wide open, firmly keeping you spread before him no matter how much you tried to go against it.
"You're squeezing around me, you gonna cum?"
not even letting you answer, his lips capture yours into a messy kiss, swallowing all your noises.
His movements became erratic, he was close. he continued his rapid pacing, with pants frequently leaving his mouth, he didn't care anymore. All he wanted to do was spill inside of you.
"With one final thrust he bite down on your shoulder, firm but careful not to hurt you. A loud cry falling from you mouth once you felt the thick ropes of his hot seed flood your insides.
He stayed in place inside of you. Unmoving as he savored this moment. Panting against your skin, slowly glancing up at you, a lazy smirk forming on his lips. The aftershocks of his orgasm hitting him hard.
"Is this a good time to mention that you were drooling on yourself?"
The sound of rain hammered against the windows the sound deafening in the quiet atmosphere.
The entire house smelled like baby powder, whiskey, and dinner that was left cold and untouched because your daughter figured that tonight was the best night to scream and cry for hours on end. Two hours to be precise.
Toji looked second away from fighting an infant or strangling himself.
"She's doing it on purpose, she always waits until i sit down." He muttered from the couch, dark hair damp from the ten minute shower he just finished taking a few minutes ago.
You laughed tiredly from the nursery doorway. "She's six months, Toji. Of course she's going to scream."
"Exactly. Old enough for psychological warfare." He stood from his spot on the couch to join you in the nursery, your daughter blinked up at him from your arms. Eyes wide and clearly sleepy.
Toji narrowed his.
"She's got your face," he accused, as if it was a bad thing.
"That's not an insult."
"It is when she's obviously judging me."
The baby yawned dramatically as you walked past Toji and into the living room, settling down onto the couch carefully bouncing her lightly until her tiny fingers curled around your shirt collar.
Toji watched the entire thing completely silent. Not with annoyance. With that look. That quiet look he got whenever he stared too long at you and your child and forgot to hide how much he loved his family.
It still startled you sometimes.
Because Toji Fushiguro wasn't supposed to look domestic.
He was all rough edges and scars. Sharp smiles that promised trouble. The kind of man people would look away from and jaywalk from one side of the sidewalk to the other in the middle of traffic in front of a police officer proudly just to avoid.
And yet here he was at two in the morning in nothing but black sweatpants because apparently wearing a shirt was suffocating, holding out his arms for his daughter with irritation written all over his face. Not out of genuine annoyance, but out of sleepiness.
"C'mere," he grunted. Your daughter immediately reaching for him.
Toji comfortably settled her against his chest, one massive hand covering nearly her entire back while she snuggled into him.
You stared, watching. "She doesn't like you more if that's what you're thinking."
"She does"
"She threw up on you earlier today."
"And?"
"You didn't change your shirt after," You sighed remembering the events. "That's gross."
"Why would i? She was comfortable."
Your chest tightened painfully at how casually he sounded saying things like that now.
Toji noticed immediately. He always did. "What?"
You shrugged. "Nothing."
"Bullshit"
You shook your head, smiling softly. "You're just...good at this."
Toji snorted like the idea offended him. "I'm really not." Though he grew silent looking at the baby sprawled against his chest. Quiet. Thoughtful. "I just don't want her growing up with a shitty father," He muttered. "Especially when..." He drifted off but you knew what he wanted to say. It was about Megumi.
"Shut up with that. You're doing good now, stop selling yourself short. You're a good father, Toji."
Toji went still. "You're good at reading me."
"Occupational hazard."
"Hm."
Your daughter shifted in his arms, Toji looked down at her once more.
Then at you.
And something changed in his expression.
Slowly. Dangerously.
"What?" you asked immediately.
His mouth twitched
"What are you getting all suspicious for?"
"Because every time you look at me like that i end up naked or pregnant."
"To be fair, in this case it was both."
You rolled your eyes standing from the couch and reached for your daughter who was now asleep. Toji handed her over without question, following you as you walked back into the nursery and placed her comfortably in her crib, tucking her in.
“You know,” he said quietly, "You looked good pregnant." he said suddenly.
You raised a brow. "That's your line?"
"I'm serious."
"That's worse."
Toji grinned with a shrug of his shoulders.
hen his expression darkened again as he leaned closer, voice dropping lower.
“Couldn’t keep my hands off you then either.”
Your breath caught.
Because he was telling the truth.
Toji had been unbearable during your pregnancy — obsessed with touching you, kissing you, keeping his hands on your stomach every chance he got. Possessive in a way that should’ve been irritating but somehow only made your heart pound harder.
Even now his palm slid absentmindedly across your waist like muscle memory.
You whispered, careful not to wake up the six month old baby in the crib sleeping thoughtfully. "Stop staring."
"Can you blame me? You give me a kid and look even hotter afterward. It's not fair at all."
"I hate you."
"You married me."
Unfortunately true.
Toji shifted carefully, making sure not to wake the baby before pulling you closer until your thighs pressed against his.
Then, quieter this time:
“I think I want another one.”
Your lips parted slightly. "Toji...Stop lying."
"I mean it." No teasing, no smug grin. Just honesty. Which affected you way more than it shouldve.
"Another one?" You carefully searched his face.
"Yeah, i like this."
“Toji Fushiguro admitting he likes domestic life?” you teased softly. “Should I document this historical event?”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
You smiled.
But Toji’s hand moved to your waist again, fingers spreading possessively beneath your shirt while his gaze held yours.
“I spent most of my life not wanting shit,” he admitted quietly. “Didn’t see the point.”
Your chest tightened.
“But now I come home and you’re here.” His thumb stroked slowly against your skin. “She’s here.” A pause. “Makes me greedy.”
The sincerity in his voice nearly wrecked you.
Toji noticed immediately.
“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes darkening slightly. “That face right there’s gonna make me put another baby in you.
"Now you're ruining the moment."
"I'm communicating."
"That is NOT communicating."
"It got your attention though, didn't it?"
He leaned in before you could answer, kissing you slowly this time — deep enough to make your thoughts blur instantly.
And when he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, his voice dropped to a rough murmur.
