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JUNE 24TH!!!
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
you laughed.
oh you will. and very happily.
⋆. ⋮ ⌗ ┆ kissing bestfriend and jock!yuuji in front of his fangirls
cw // notes: fem!reader, toothrotting fluff, cliché, reader & yuuji are hopelessly in love with each other
you hated attending your best friend's basketball games.
first and foremost, there was the stench of sweat lingering in the packed gymnasium. it made it almost unbearable to sit through and enjoy the play-off without paying half of the intended attention for the game to the smell itself.
even on yuuji as he comes up to you after finished games, you can clearly catch a whiff of the sweat on him.
"i will not hug you unless you take a shower first, yuu! i don't wanna smell like dirty socks, i just showered!"
"aw, come on! just a quick one to celebrate my win?"
... you fold instantly when he gives you those dumb puppy eyes and that irritatingly adorable frown.
"... fine, just a quick one—"
the hugs are almost always never quick.
second, with how hot it was in there — every time your arm bumped into another's in the seats — you felt their stickiness latch onto you. the moist sensation made your skin crawl and your face wrinkle in disgust.
especially on yuuji during the torturous hugs.
"yuuji! you said quick, oh my god!"
third and lastly — the fangirls. by far, the most annoying one out of the three. with everything yuuji did, they would squeal his name and fawn over him like it was phenomenal to move across the court. sure, there was nothing wrong with having fans, but what was the deal with yuuji having so many?!
it wasn't just fans either, even cheerleaders of his team and the other! they throw their best stunts whenever they receive news that he's playing like it'll change a damn thing.
and you love it, really, how yuuji is so supported by everyone. he trains hard and he's a pretty good player. you're pretty damn sure your best friend loves the attention too! he gets an ego boost knowing there'd be girls swarming him after every game.
but you hated it. it was.. bothering you, to say the least, having to try and focus without being distracted every minute by the screams for yuuji like they were in a badly budgeted film for teen romance.
you didn't hate it just because they were loud! i mean, sure, that's a factor... but maybe it was because there was something more that made it all the more intolerable to you. you didn't like it for a different reason.
"kyaaaa! did you see that? itadori yuuji just winked at me!" one of the girls shrieked in excitement.
point proven.. unfortunately.
and perhaps that started all the way to the time things changed in the way you saw yuuji. you don't know how or when it did — but it was clear to you that things weren't the same anymore.
how suddenly, when you woke up one morning, you found yourself seeing the boy you've always treated as a friend — as something different. as someone that wouldn't be just a friend.
yuuji always took care of you right. better than any of your friends or ex boyfriends. he was the only one who knew how to hold you properly. but you've never even seen it that way! because no, there was nothing more behind the way he looks after you. it was friendship.
yuuji holds your hand in crowds so you don't get lost — sometimes intertwined fingers, sometimes his palm catching yours. you always love the way his big hands warm yours.
he always has to have an arm wrapped around your waist if you two are outside, it's practically mandatory! you'd argue it wasn't necessary, but you loved every single second of yuuji doing it anyway.
he brings you your favorite food and comforts you whenever you're stressed and studying for midterms — moving astray strands of your hair from your face. you don't know how he knew all the stuff that made you feel so at ease even during exhuasting days — but you were glad he did, because you love him.
it's just what itadori yuuji did. he was a gentleman at heart, and there was nothing more ever to that. everything he did was him being him.
when suddenly, you realized that your heart beating at an abnormal pace when he did things for you wasn't something friends felt. it definitely wasn't common at all.
he used to do all of these things without you batting an eye at all! like it was routine — nothing to be shocked or flustered about.
but these days, yuuji was the only one making you feel like this.
before you even knew it — the game has already ended, and yuuji's team won thanks to him clutching the final shot. you're not quite sure if you paid the attention to the play itself, or more on the fangirls swooning over the bubblegum-haired player and your messy feelings for your best friend.
yuuji breathes out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair & pushing the stray strands away — heading over to the bleachers for some water. beads of sweat rolled down yuuji's temple, as he chugged down the whole bottle without stopping at all, his adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.
the perverted girls took pictures of yuuji who was completely oblivious to how good he looked in the moment, with it not being his intention to look hot at all. seeing them giggle and push each other to ask for his number almost made you want to douse your eyes in bleach. you can tell they're posting this on their story later.
“yuu.”
the mention of his nickname snaps him back to reality after downing two bottles, your voice immediately ringing something special within him. frankly, if someone else called him the way you call him — he wouldn't respond at all. like you pavlov'd yuuji into only acknowledging the way you said it.
“oh hey! i didn't know you came! i thought you said you were busy?” he tossed the empty bottles in the bin, water dribbling down his chin.
yuuji walked over to you with the biggest smile on his face, like it was conditioned to appear upon every time he greets you. you could assume a tail was wagging behind him too.
the air inside the room was then flooded by murmurs of: “who is that?” and hushed interest. the daydreaming stance of the fans was halted — as for somehow — yuuji seemed more excited and happy seeing you, than when he won the game for his team.
you weren't any different either. your cheeks flushed instantly upon the scene before you of yuuji getting eager to talk to you — biting back a beam and a corny joke.
“so.. where's my hug to celebrate?”
it's typical. it's cringe, cliché, and literally reminds you of those memes of men with their pick-up lines thinking they're hot. but instead of shuddering at the dumb gag, your face only turns more red unwillingly.
yuuji has an almost terrifying wide grin as he stood in front of you, and you can already tell he has a plan to irk you somehow. he always does.
so after a long minute of piercing a stare right through each other's eyes — yuuji makes the move. he places a hand on your head... and pats you?! he ruffles your hair and you groan in vexation, quickly swatting his hand away and fixing the mess.
the cringey-romantic interaction has everyone in the room furrow their eyebrows in disgust, gasping an implausible sound — pulling out their phones to start recording. you can feel their eyes land on you, the inescapable stares making it hard to even face yuuji normally.
“oh my gosh, yuu.. they're recording us.” you tug on yuuji's jersey, quickly hiding yourself from the cameras with your hand. it almost felt like you were an actual celebrity! ...except the only mini-celebrity here was your clumsy bestfriend who clearly just did everything he thought of doing despite consequences.
yuuji scans the room — blushing at the thought of being the face of a bunch of girls' videos. he's always dreamt of this, of course he has! girls swarming him and they love him? well, sign yuuji up for it then. he's no different than any teenage boy!
but now that you're here with him — it feels really different. like he doesn't want the attention of anybody anymore, but yours. it's felt like that for a while now. and just like you, yuuji doesn't know how or when every moment with you started to feel like this.
maybe on the day he got into a dumb argument with you. your tears fell slowly while you were still yelling at him, and yuuji swears he could still remember the way his heart tightened in his chest seeing you cry because of him. he'd call you a crybaby — but not when he's the one that caused it.
yuuji won't forget the way his palms caught the falling beads. his hands hugging your cheeks, thumb wiping away the rest that threatened to drop.
how over time, yuuji realized he wanted to be with you more and more every day without being bound to imaginary rules that ‘friends’ couldn't do this, blah, blah, blah. there were so many things to try with you, including stuff that only couples did.
eventually, yuuji blurred the line guarding the two things so much so that he ended up taking care of you how a boyfriend would. it seemed the same for you too, you were the best friend.. and girlfriend?
when over time, he knew the things he wanted to do with you meant that he saw you in a different way. surely the wishes yuuji made weren't normal — what friend would wish to be yours?
“oh, wait— sorry! forgot we weren't alone... lemme just take a shower real quick, then we'll head out for food since i'm kinda hungry.”
but before he could go, you yank his wrists back to you — eliciting a soft hum from him, and a croak from everybody else. you brace against on his shoulders, making yuuji stoop down a little to your level.
you've made the decision. you were gonna end this complicated bullshit of being whatever with the most oblivious loser, itadori yuuji. you've been itching to get a taste of your bestfriend anyhow and anyway.
did you think about this thoroughly? probably not.
are you still gonna do it? well, hell yeah!
your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing his face closer to yours. the way your heart thumped faster and faster seeing yuuji so up-front like this — fuck, you could almost mistake it was trying to claw its way out with how harsh it was pounding against your chest.
a crease formed in between his eyebrows, an undeniable grin drew his lips. yuuji held you by your waist, afraid to let you go. and for seconds, it was just you two admiring one another's features. the rhythm of your breaths collided — both hearts now beating way too quick.
the cheers of the fans rang in yuuji's ear miserably, but soon faded out as he only kept his focus on you now. he can smell the distinct scent of his cologne on your shirt.. had you sprayed it on yourself before you came here? your perfume smells way better though..
“you smell like me.” yuuji smiled, and you giggled lightly. it sounded so comforting. he could play that sound in his mind endlessly on repeat without ever getting tired of the little noises you make.
you were so gorgeous. his best friend is so gorgeous that it made him lose his shit and go red entirely.
then, yuuji closed his eyes first — leaning in, breath taken aback because of how excited he was. a pulse of uncertainty pattered, he was scared of making the wrong move. were you about to kiss him or did he take it wrong? was this a dream? yuuji really hoped it wasn't.
after what appeared to be the most excruciating seconds wasted on nothing, yuuji knows now he wasn't dreaming at all when his lips finally closed off the unbearable distance and tease. he was glad it wasn't.. otherwise asleep him would probably be kissing his pillow.
it was clumsy at first — why wouldn't it be when you're kissing the person you love? your noses bumped each other, inciting a breathy laugh amid the kiss. ultimately, confidence builds up and yuuji takes this as a chance to hoist you comfortably. also, was what he was tasting on your tongue his gum?
it was still awkward, but neither of you two pulled away until air finally ran out. you met yuuji's eyes, full of reciprocated devotion and delight. you rested your forehead against his, unevenly panting and loosening the grip on his wrist.
meanwhile, yuuji still refused to stop clinging onto you despite the heat. he wondered why he avoided this for so long. he didn't know he could have this with you.
by now, the nosy fans from afar have caught wind of the whole scene on their phones. you two will probably be posted on social media pretty quick.. also calling for a trip to the detention counsel if any of the teachers see it.
“are we still getting food? can we go to my favorite restaurant?” you quip.
“you ask me that after we just kissed? can't i kiss you more?” yuuji pouts, and all you can do is give him a look that says: ‘if i don't eat in under 8 minutes i will dissolve.’
“fine.. i'll get my other kisses later. and of course we are! this'll be our first real date, i'm not missing it. hold on— oh god, i'm not even in a suit!”
a/n: yuuji probably thinks he'll look like a chud next to you, his beautiful babe 🙏🏻 we love a man that worships you and it's yuuji ✋🏻 but can we tell i rlly like writing for this cutie pie,,, also i accidentally deleted a req abt a megumi x reader for enemies to lovers as i was writing it omg im so bummed 🥹
♡ husband!satoru’s genes are just too strong ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on your very obvious baby bump, the other clutching the newest ultrasound.
“i’m done,” you declare.
across the room, satoru pauses mid taking his shirt off. “done… with pregnancy? because i feel like that’s a little late.”
“with your genes,” you snap, glaring at the photo. “they’re ridiculous. actually unfair.”
he snorts, walking over. “nothing i can do about that, sweetheart.”
you shove the ultrasound toward him. “explain this.”
he looks at it, then at you. “…that is a baby.”
“that is you,” you correct immediately. “again. for the third time.”
he hums like he’s considering it. “we don’t know that.”
“we do,” you insist, growing more emotional by the second.
“we have two already, toru. two tiny versions of you running around with your face, your hair, your stupidly pretty eyes—what am i even contributing?!”
“everything?” he offers.
“no,” you shake your head, pouting. “i carried them for months. i’m carrying this one. i do all the work and your genes just— copy, paste, repeat!”
he tries— he really does— but a grin slips out anyway. “to be fair, it’s a very good face to copy—”
“satoru.”
“right. not the time.”
you huff, looking down at your stomach. the baby shifts faintly, and it only makes your emotional state worse. “i just… i want one that looks like me.”
that quiets him instantly.
he steps closer, slower this time, like approaching something fragile. kneeling in front of you, he gently takes your hand and places it more securely over your bump, covering it with his own.
“they are like you,” he says, softer now.
“they don’t look like me,” you mumble.
“they have your expressions. your attitude,” he replies. “the way they get emotional over the smallest things—”
“it’s not small!”
“—and the big things,” he corrects easily, a small smile tugging at his lips. “that’s all you.”
you hesitate, but your eyes are still shiny. “that’s not the same.”
“it is to me.” his thumb brushes under your eye, catching a tear before it falls. “and this one? might surprise us.”
“you said that last time.”
“okay, yeah,” he admits, “and i was wrong.. twice. but y’know— third time’s a charm.”
a reluctant laugh slips out of you.
“there she is,” he murmurs, leaning in until your foreheads touch. “besides… even if our baby comes out looking exactly like me—”
“she will.”
“—she’s still yours first,” he says gently. “you’re the one she hears, the one she feels. you’re home before she even opens her eyes.”
that makes your expression falter.
“…and,” he adds, grin returning just a little, “if we do end up with three mini me’s, i think that just proves you have excellent taste.”
you let out a shaky breath, then weakly smack his shoulder. “your genes are still stupid.”
“yeah,” satoru says easily, wrapping his arms around you and your bump, “but you married into the problem.”
you grumble, but melt into him anyway, his hand resting warm and steady over your stomach.
“…next one better look like me,” you mumble.
“personally, i do not mind if we keep trying.”
“and what— create a whole clan?” you huff.
“i mean—” you slap a hand on his mouth before he can continue.
❀ Husband!Nanami being a diligent future father who takes caring for his pregnant wife very seriously. Perhaps too seriously. More seriously than even you.
Husband!Nanami helps you bathe when your belly grows too big to be stable in a slippery situation on your own. He doesn’t moan or groan, doesn’t drag his feet, or dread the task. On the contrary, he savours the moment. Knowing you’re carrying his child in your body has him feeling helpless, so any opportunity to contribute, to ease your aches and troubles is readily — greedily, one could say — taken by him.
“Honey, did you know babies are born with approximately three hundred bones? They eventually fuse together as they grow, of course, so nothing to worry about. Although, I do wonder if they feel any pain through the process...I surely hope not.” Calloused hands work your scalp, lathering up your hair thoroughly. Attentively. Then he frowns. “I’m not too rough on your head, am I, sweetheart?”
“No, Ken, you’re perfect,” you reply, moaning as he massages your head.
You feel his smile when he kisses your wet shoulder. “That’s my line.”
Husband!Nanami appreciates your independence, but he also appreciates that you’re often just too stubborn to accept that you need help. So he deals with you with perhaps too much patience.
Groaning, you throw the shoe somewhere. “Stupid, freaking belly. I can’t reach my feet, Kento! I can’t tie my shoelaces, can’t tell if they’re the same pair, or if they’re on the right foot. Ugh, I hate this, Ken! I’m like a beluga whale just waddling around all useless and ugly.”
With a sigh, he picks your shoe up and kneels before you. “Let’s not throw out baseless lies, shall we? We don’t want our child hearing this and thinking lying is a fine thing to do.”
“It’s not a lie–”
“I’m still talking.”
Oh and when he uses his stern, Mr. Nanami voice, you just have to shut up, because he sounds so good.
He continues, “First, you are not ugly. You could never be ugly. I will not entertain that line of thinking. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Second, useless? Growing a child, keeping me sane with your every breath, every smile, every touch, is not useless. What you do is hard, and God only knows if I could take this task from you, I would. But, darling, you’re doing such a fantastic job, all I’m left with is to step up.”
Husband!Nanami slides your foot back into your shoe, tying your laces with two bunny ears the way you like, the way you imagine he’ll do for your baby when they’re big enough. “Thirdly, beluga whales are highly intelligent; studies show they have brains over 2.5 times larger than expected of their body mass, so if our child inherits even a fraction of your beauty, grace, and intelligence, then I would be most grateful.”
He gives you a sincere smile as he helps you stand, kissing the top of your head, unable to resist touching you all the time.
“As for making sure your shoes are the right pair, that’s my job. So is taking you to get ice cream for your barbecue lettuce wrap in the middle of the night. Now, let’s go, shall we?”
Gege, why did you do it...
Unrestrained summer fun
shibuya oct 31st, 11:20 pm
"I hope that once we get to heaven, it will always be our wedding," you mumbled, your good eye straining just to look at your husband. It hurts to breathe with several broken ribs, your tongue coated with blood and dust from the rubble. Kento sustained worse injuries, half of his body almost burnt to black save for the reddish flesh beneath. But despite the injury, the exhaustion of facing a hundred transfigured curses and malevolent cursed spirits, he allowed himself a smile. There's so much to regret in his life, paths untouched, people yet to meet. Maybe he could've gotten that early retirement plan, had a kid or two to love and cherish with you.
But Kento Nanami didn't allow those regrets to crush his remaining spirit. Instead he held your hand tightly, squeezed on it and said, "Our wedding was lovely."
BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BOY THAT YUJI ITADORI IS TO ME!!! 😭🩷🐯
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mdni. young!satoru gojo as your baby daddy.
young!dad satoru who literally forgot how to breathe when they put his daughter in his arms for the first time. just stared at her tiny face for like five minutes straight before going "babe... babe we actually made a whole person. look at her fingers. they're so small. why are they so small."
young!dad satoru who facetimed you in a complete panic at 2 am because he couldn't figure out if the diaper tabs went in the front or back, and you could hear your daughter just chilling in the background while he had a full meltdown over pampers.
young!dad satoru who walks into lectures looking absolutely wrecked—coffee stains on his hoodie, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot—but won't shut up about how his baby smiled at him that morning. his study group is so tired of seeing his camera roll but he doesn't care.
young!dad satoru who does all his problem sets with your daughter passed out on his chest because she screams bloody murder if he puts her down. he's gotten weirdly good at typing one-handed and his notes are a mess but he's managing.
young!dad satoru who gets this look when you're feeding the baby—like he's trying not to stare but failing miserably. later he'll pull you close and mumble something about how unfair it is that you're even hotter now, hands sliding over your hips and pulling you closer.
young!dad satoru who you find knocked out in the nursery at night, baby girl sprawled on his bare chest, his hand covering her entire back. they're both snoring and drooling and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen.
young!dad satoru who corners you in the kitchen when the baby finally goes down for a nap, backing you against the counter with that grin that got you into this situation in the first place. kisses you like he's starving, hands greedy, whispering "got maybe twenty minutes, wanna..?"
young!dad satoru who stopped going out completely and doesn't even miss it. his boys invite him to parties and he's like "nah i'm good" because he'd rather be home watching his daughter discover her own feet or making you laugh while you're all exhausted on the couch.
young!dad satoru who talks to the baby when he thinks you're asleep. promising he's gonna figure this out, gonna make it work, gonna give you both everything. sometimes his voice cracks and you pretend you don't hear because you know he needs these moments.
"no"
By yuki_illust19
My yujiii drawing !
tel un minuscule printemps.... — itadori yuuji.
(spoilers for the recent jjk modulo chapter)
you start measuring time by how fast you’re shrinking beside your beloved husband itadori yuuji. at least not all at once. it’s in the way chairs feel too low, how your favorite sweater hangs looser every winter, how mirrors slowly stop being honest and start being cruel to you.
your precious yuuji pretends not to notice. he still tells you that you're the most beautiful sight in the world to him. he still holds you like it was yesterday, so deep in the embrace that it reminds you of how the sand latches to the ocean.
the fuschia haired man makes it a point to ignore everything else. he makes it a point to focus on the person that he had promised forever with, to focus on the life you had built together.
but it was unavoidable that you do notice and that you notice it loudly. you notice the way he watches you walk ever so slowly, with the need of more effort. you notice it in the way ready to catch you when you become too frail to walk.
you notice it in the way his jokes get louder, brighter, trying to make it seem like everything was just like ions ago, like it was still those yesterdays. like he’s trying to drown out something ticking inside him.
you catch him staring at old photos one night. the ones where you both were still young parents together. the ones where you both were in jujutsu high together. you had so much energy then, you could keep up with him.
but now you can't and perhaps that's why you keep the photos away nowadays, locked away where he couldn't see them. you didn't want him staring too long. to be reminded that you were getting older and he wasn't.
"you're oddly nostalgic today." you whisper to him, giving him a soft ghostly smile. "you okay?"
he doesn’t flinch when you ask why.
“just remembering some memories, my love.” he says, but his voice is careful, like memory is a blade. “that’s all.”
there’s a pause. you can feel it stretch, fragile as glass. “well, do you wanna talk about—”
“what do you wanna eat tonight?” yuuji cuts you off as he turns to you, a bright smile already in place, practiced and gentle. “do you want to eat some soba? it’s not too hard for you to chew and it would be good to nourish your bones.”
the way he says it to you made you unlock things you hadn't let yourself dissect in a long time. with such gusto, so practical, so tender, with such youth, the youth you had left behind it hurts you. and the more it reverberates in your head makes your chest ache over and over again.
“yuuji, listen—”
“okay, then. that’s decided.” he stands up before you can finish, clapping his hands once like he’s sealing fate itself. “soba it is!”
you look at him and force a smile. you’ve learned how to do that lately. how to curve your lips just right so he won’t see the fracture underneath. you can feel your heart breaking, slow and quiet, like something eroding instead of shattering.
but you know it isn’t because of him.
no. it was never him.
it’s because of you.
you’re running out of tomorrows and he isn’t. loving him has always felt urgent, like holding water in your hands. beautiful, impossible to keep. and now you’re about to leave him alone with that eternity, with all that time he never asked for.
you wonder, helplessly, how he’ll fare without you.
he’s already had to say goodbye to so many people. friends. mentors. enemies who became mourned anyway. losses stacked on losses he hasn’t fully processed, grief tucked away behind that smile, behind the way he moves forward no matter what.
and now there will be you.
the thought hits you like a physical pain. you hadn't seriously thought about it until now. it won't be very long now. the empty space you’ll leave behind, the quiet he’ll return to, the chair that will stay pulled out for a while before he finally pushes it back in.
you and the children are mortal. even sharing their father’s blood, they are mortal. they’ll live long lives, full ones, you hope. but they will age. they will soften. they will slow. and one day, they too will leave him.
he will watch it happen.
again. and again.
with his grandchildren.
and their children.
and their grandchildren.
it would never stop.
the knowledge settles between you like a shared secret neither of you dares to name. it presses on your chest until you want to scream, to cry out and cuss yourself raw, to curse any god reckless enough to allow love like this without mercy.
for a moment, you want to break.
but you stop yourself.
you stop yourself because you are human.
because breaking won’t save him. because rage won’t give him peace. because this....this fragile, fleeting life is what you chose together when you decided to join your lives for bitter or for worse. for all that was good and happy.
you and yuuji have lived human lives. brightly loud ones. happily messy ones. a life people could only yearn for. it was full of warmth and loss and laughter that hurt your ribs. and this is the inevitable end of that choice.
so you stand up. "yuuji, let me help."
he looks up to you with a pout. "huh? no way! this is a husband's job!"
"and it's a wife's job to make sure to share the burdens with her husband, so move!"
"okay, okay, don't be pushy!"
you follow yuuji into the kitchen, steps slower than they used to be. you smile like you used to, like it’s a gift you’re wrapping carefully just for him and only him. you wrapped your arms around him and he sighs softly, leaning against it. he takes what he can get.
he prays every single day, to any god out there.
he prays for one more day in your arms like this.
one day more, one more. one more in her love.
it was a small spring offered against the weight of an endless winter that you both know would be forever. it was a reminder of a youth that feels long gone but still lives in muscle memory and shared habits. as it always will.
he chatters while he cooks, talking about nothing and everything. you wash the vegetables. your hands move on instinct. the steam fogs the windows. the world narrows to the sound of boiling water and his voice.
and for a while, just a while.
everything is wonderfully great.
everything is fine. you both believed it is.
until the hospital room.
until the thought of the end.
you don’t tell him you’re scared. you asked the doctors to do the same. you don’t need to. you can see it in his eyes, even when he smiles at you. he knows. he always has. this was the end and he knows.
instead, you try to spend all of your days with him, smiling and giggling, walking when the day was good, when your legs felt strong enough. you enjoy the rest of spring holding his hand, telling old stories, hoping for more.
but you could feel about your body is breaking down, as it must and as it should and you hold him at night, the last brush of sakura flowers breathing into the room under the moonlight.
you never thought that you would ever have to give him something heavier than the fear of losing you. and it was responsibility. a curse. a selfish request. a foolish request. a request that you knew he would still keep, even if it hurts.
“promise me, yuuji.” you whisper, fingers barely curling around his. “promise me you won’t stop being human just because it hurts.”
he breaks then. ugly, helpless sobs, shoulders shaking like he’s the one dying. “i don’t want to forget.” he says. “i don’t want it to stop hurting.”
“then it won’t, my love.” you say gently. “pain means you loved well. and that i am with you.”
when you’re gone, the world doesn’t end. that’s the cruelest part. it keeps going. people keep laughing. the sun keeps rising. yuuji learns what eternity really means as he keeps burying children after children, grandchild after grandchild.
he was not fighting the thought of endless time, but it was that continuation of endless loss. loss that even he, the strongest, could not prevent. he tries to keep your promise at first.
he stays close to people. to the remainder of your family, of your friends. yuuji lets himself care. lets himself be stupid and hopeful and soft. and every time someone ages, every time someone slows down, the dread coils tighter around his ribs.
he watches it happen again.
and again.
and again.
eventually, his love starts to feel like a countdown. a countdown for the things he could not take anymore. it was a countdown that would not end, even when it ends for others.
itadori yuuji sighs.
hana’s funeral is quiet. too quiet for someone who burned so brightly. white flowers. incense curling into the air like prayers that won’t be answered. yuuji stands at the back, hands in his pockets, shoulders rigid. he hasn’t cried yet. he hasn’t cried in a while.
nobara finds him there.
his friend was almost unrecognizable from afar. yet when she gets closer, it was like he could recognize her once agian. she looks older. sharper around the edges. still unmistakably herself. she doesn’t say his name at first. instead, she just stands beside him, her eye fixed on the casket.
“you okay?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
yuuji exhales slowly. “i don’t think i can do this anymore.”
she turns to him then, frowning. “do what?”
“say goodbye.” his voice is steady, which scares him more than if it weren’t. “every time i do, it takes something i don’t get back.”
nobara scoffs softly. “yeah? welcome to being human.”
he shakes his head. “you don’t understand.”
she studies him and something in her expression shifts. not fear. recognition. “you’re pulling away, finally.....” she says, stopping before looking at him again. “aren’t you?”
“i have to.....i need to. i....i can't.” he replies, heaving slightly before collecting himself. in a way that made nobara think that gojo satoru was in front of her again.
"yuuji—"
“if i keep loving people like this… i’ll disappear. it will be too much and i....i will lose it all piece by piece.”
“hana would hate that.” nobara snaps. "she would hate that."
“i know.” he says, quietly. his eyes becoming somber, sadder at the mention of you. he purses his lips in a flat line. “you would too.”
silence stretches between them, thick and aching.
“i loved so much, i want to love so much.” he adds, dulled eyes fixed forward. “she asked me to stay human. to let it hurt. to let it exist.”
nobara softens. “and now?”
“and now i’m scared that being human means surviving everyone i love in this way.”
the ceremony ends. people leave in small clusters. nobara lingers. yuuji was preparing to leave. megumi had told him to stay, but he had found himself refusing the zenin hospitality.
“you don’t get to disappear completely.” she says. “i won’t let you.”
yuuji almost smiles. almost. “i won’t say goodbye, nobara.” he tells her instead. “not anymore. if i don’t start…i don’t have to finish.”
"not even to me?"
"no." he shakes his head.
kugisaki nobara could only watch him walk away, her aged, weary hands clenched, knowing better than to chase him. she could only sigh and hope the best for the world, for him.
itadori yuuji isolates himself after that. lives quietly far from people's wandering eyes. he hides himself carefully. he still laughs sometimes, at food, at dumb jokes, gambling for fun, calling todo when the loneliness gets to him. but all that is still rare.
but then the memories that sneak up on him, as it always does. but he tries his best to keep it away from him. he looks at everything from a distance now. always from a distance. he could not let it get too close. not anymore.
yet late at night in that tiny spring, when the world is still and the past feels close enough to touch, he remembers your voice. your beautiful tender voice reverberating. haunting him in the way you loved him. overwhelmingly.
let it matter.
it still does.
that’s the cruel mercy of it.
even alone, he remains human. because he never stopped loving the people he can no longer say goodbye to. especially you. never you. after all, you were the love of his life, for the rest of his life.
I needed this. Thank you! (TT)
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