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“i know you’re the only one i know who hates this more than me, but you should probably stay awake,” nanami suddenly says. the two of you are high schoolers again in your memory, and kento is distracting you from your nap in class with repetitive sideways whispers; you wonder again for the fifth time that week how he manages to throw his voice like that.
turning sideways to face him, cheek still pressed to your desk, you mouth the words, “chatty, aren’t you?” to him. that, he pretends not to hear, and you frown but don’t speak because your voice is distinct enough you’ve gotten on the teacher’s radar more than a couple times for misbehaving.
your cursed spirit reappears and sits between your shoulder blades, the pain crushing enough that you wince, but you’re used to it by now. nanami notices the surprised gasp and glances at you but says nothing. he’s one of the few that can see the cursed prophet that haunts you for a reason that you still don’t understand but he is unable to dispel it either, relegated only to understanding why you’re constantly slightly irritable.
he won’t ask you if you’re okay because he knows you aren’t.
the spirit whispers yet another future you don’t need to know directly in your ear, and you nod rapidly if only to encourage it to leave faster, trying to immediately forget. your tendency to meddle in the lives of others chains you, and you’re literally cursed with knowing too much - every piece of info the spirit offers you is malicious temptation, a liability.
nanami is curious but he can only see the spirit, not hear it. you sigh.
“i’m skipping the next class,” you mouth. he nods.
the bell rings, and he escorts you to the nurse’s office to fake another headache.
—
in present day, you accept the beer nanami tosses you and take a single sip before setting the can on the coffee table, remembering instantly that you hate the taste of beer.
kento is complaining about ten things at once and you try to listen to both him and the cursed spirit that sits in your lap like a small puppy, telling you the details of how he will die. the spirit does not usually repeat itself but you’ve been disobedient and have tried to warn nanami more times than you count, waking up multiple mornings with a cloud so thick over the lower half of your face you can barely see. to punish you for your insolence, it repeats the words kento will die, kento will die, kento will die.
you’re running out of ways to lie about what the future holds.
tell me another future, you beg.
the spirit refuses, recycling the same words over and over again.
nanami asks you why you’re crying even though he knows better than to ask.
you lie yet again, asking for water instead.
you can already feel the cloud forming in your throat.
I was catfished by food. I was so excited and it was shit. Lemon pepper wings should not be so drenched in butter that there is nay a flavor of lemon nor pepper.
Mentally?
I'm chewing on Dabi's arm until he agrees to feed me. Soon, he'll be mad enough to fuck the hunger out of me. I await this outcome eagerly.
Your eyes snapped open as you gazed at the creme ceiling of the building. You heard footsteps and a familiar scowling face looked down as you lay on your back spread out like a starfish.
“Hi Haji~”
“What are you still doing here?”
“I just thought I’d stare at the ceiling for a bit. Have you noticed someone really needs to clean the lights up there?”
He looked at you with an unamused expression.
“You know if you keep scrunching your face like that, you’ll get wrinkles by the time you hit 20. And then I’ll start calling you old man Haji.”
You heard a burst of bright laughter and then flinched when a pair of warm brown eyes were dangerously close to your face.
“Iwa-chan already acts like a grouchy grandpa anyway” Oikawa said, squatting beside you. His arms rested lightly on his knees and he peered down at you.
“But why are you here?”
You groaned. “Practising jump serves.”
“For how long.” Iwaizumi crossed his arms.
“Since practice ended.” You grinned sheepishly. “I can’t move anymore.”
“y/n-chan you shouldn’t stay so late. You need your beauty sleep.”
He yelped when Iwaizumi smacked him on the back of the head and he fell forward onto his knees.
“You’re the last person who should be talking.”
“Excuse me,” You said sitting up. “I don't need beauty sleep, I’m always looking fresh and cute.” You cupped your palm against your face. He briefly glanced at the white wrapping on your pinky finger before looking back.
“Yeah your dark circles, greasy hair and jammed finger are kind of ruining the cute concept you’re going for.”
“Iwa-chan! That’s no way to speak to a lady.”
“Yeah you’re supposed to pretend and agree with me,” you huffed and narrowed your eyes at him while he rolled his. “Toru is the only one I can rely on.”
Oikawa immediately struck a pose, his thumb and index finger making a V-line under his chin. Both of you fluttered your eyelashes at Iwaizumi in innocence.
“I can’t handle both of you at the same time,” he said, shaking his head and turning around to walk off. “Stay, don’t stay, I'm heading out.”
“Tsk, as if he’s not going to wait 5 min outside before sticking his head in and yell at us to leave.”
Oikawa laughed nervously. “We should probably follow him. My head still hurts from when he hit me earlier.”
You held your arms up. “Up, please then.” Oikawa grinned mischievously in response before scooping you up bridal style and speeding off.
“Oikawa! This is too high!” You squealed as both of you rushed past Iwaizumi (who was indeed leaning against the gym wall). Your yells soon turned to a gasp of shock and then giggles as Oikawa suddenly broke off into a sprint toward the school gates.
Iwaizumi didn’t move from his spot and watched your antics, a soft smile gracing his lips.
The other idiot in his life.
One day he’d confess. Tell you how his heart pounded painfully fast when you smiled at him. How he had accidentally stuttered in his run up to spike as he heard your voice come from behind him when you visited practice. How he remembers the first time he looked at you as a girl and not the 5 year-old that sassed Oikawa at the playground, and how all of a sudden his face felt hot and he couldn’t meet your eyes when you helped each other stretch before practice. How he thought you were cute today - you were always cute.
All that and the fact that Oikawa threatened to tell you if he didn’t man up and say something. It had earned him a volleyball to the head but Iwaizumi knew he was right.
He sighed and listened to the crickets chirping in the cool night air. There was a brief silence and then he swore.
Are you still doing coffee orders? If so my I pleasee tell you mine?
I do decaf cause ya girl has a panic disorder and caffeine makes it worse.
Iced: iced shaken espresso, decaf, caramel drizzle, line cup with caramel drizzle, 3 pumps sugar free vanilla
Warm: espresso con panna, decaf or americano with room for milk and sugar.
You're indulgent (caramel drizzle) but you still have a sense of self control (sugar free vanilla). You know your limits (decaf) but that doesn't stop you from going after what you want (espresso). Probably would've guessed you had anxiety since you ordered decaf
-> a/n: at first this was going to be about someone else and then my brain went HUSBAND HUSBAND HUSBAND so here he is again. This is suggestive so mdni <33
“Babe, where are my clothes?”
“Your what?”
“My clothes!”
He appears in the doorway of your bedroom, scrubbing a towel through his damp hair, another slung low on his narrow hips. Kuroo furrows his brows as he scans the room for his missing outfit, confusion scrawled across his features when his search comes up empty.
“I swear I left them on the ironing board.”
“You must have moved them,” you shrug, face perfectly schooled into nonchalance as you scroll away on your phone, glancing up periodically to slyly stare at his almost-naked figure.
You can’t help yourself - he just looks so yummy when he’s fresh out of the shower. A few stray droplets of water glisten on his golden skin, the muscles in his back flexing as he makes his way over to the wardrobe and starts searching through its contents. All you can think about is hooking a finger into that poorly wrapped towel and tugging at it to leave your husband in all his natural glory.
“I’m sure I didn’t.”
He didn’t. You moved them, hanging the perfectly pressed shirt and trousers between a couple of your dresses to conceal them from his view, purely so that you can enjoy this view for a little while longer.
“Can’t you wear something else?” you hum, biting your lip as he turns to face you, toned arms crossed over his broad, bare chest.
“I’ll get late if I have to iron something else.”
“You can be a little late, can’t you?” You rise from the bed, sauntering over to him and placing a hand on his forearm. “I’m sure they won’t mind.” He sighs.
“I guess. Unless…” Kuroo trails off, eyeing you suspiciously. His voice turns stern. “Baby.”
“Yes, darling?” You bat your eyelashes at him, your hand slowly travelling down to his abdomen.
“You didn’t hide them again, did you?”
“What makes you think that?” You ask innocently, toying with the edge of his towel. It’s easy to keep your expression smooth, but your eyes betray your mischief.
“Your hands get frisky when you lie, sweetheart,” he says, covering it with his own. You scoff.
“They do not.”
“So you’re not trying to distract me from the fact that you’ve hidden my clothes?”
“Nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why would I need to distract you if I’ve already- ah, wait.”
Kuroo smirks, suddenly pulling you flush against his chest. “Because it’s quicker and easier for you to get me into bed if I’m already naked. Now give them back to me, please. I need to get going.”
“Fine,” you sigh, attempting to wriggle yourself out of his grasp, only for him to hold you tighter.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, tutting disapprovingly. “You’re forgetting something.”
“What?” you huff.
“My apology kiss.”
“Y’know, I could always give you an apology blowjob,” you suggest teasingly, biting your lip and trailing a finger back down his body. He traps it against his skin, halting its descent.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’ll take a kiss and my clothes.”
Heaving a sigh, you relent, tugging his head towards you so that you can kiss him, though not without sneaking your tongue into his mouth. He groans against your lips and pulls away before he can lose himself to your tender mouth. “Alright, fine!” you grumble, muttering under your breath as you dig out his outfit and hand the hanger to him.
“Thank you,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. You watch him get dressed, longingly gazing between his legs for the sweet few seconds between his towel dropping and him pulling his boxers up his thick thighs. It was worth a shot.
“It’s your own fault y’know,” you say as he deftly knots his tie.
“How so?”
“You can’t just walk out of the shower looking all sexy and expect me to not want to jump your bones.”
“And you say I’m the one with no self control,” he chuckles, spritzing on some perfume and turning to you with a crooked smile on his face. “How do I look?”
“Like you should fake being sick and stay at home in bed with me,” you pout, trudging over to him and straightening out his collar.
“You’re so cute,” he coos. “Don’t look so glum. Hey, how about this? When I get home, I’ll take you up on that other apology, hm?”
“Fine.” Your pout melts away a little as a grin tugs at your lips. “I hope you plan to apologise to me too.”
“Oh baby, of course. I’ll get down on my knees if I have to.”
this was inspired by an adorable ask that @pastelle-rabbit sent me. f!reader, reader teaches the second years and is in an established semi fwb/idiots pining situation with gojo.
“Nanamin told me they always kiss right here,” Yuuji announces proudly as he stretches his arms out at each of his sides. He stands in the corridor that separates the outdoor training grounds from the rest of the school, his voice bouncing off of the walls.
A very unimpressed Maki looks at her underclassman, a brow raised at his enthusiasm while Nobara, another first year she likes more than the pink haired one, shoves him and scoffs.
“He did not tell you that, you’re such a liar Itadori.”
Yuuji folds his arms over his chest and frowns, shaking his head. “I am not!”
Maki laughs, shaking her head as she joins in the lively conversation if only to keep the two first years from arguing enough to expose them all for sneaking around the hallways when they should be doing homework.
“You really think she’d settle for that idiot?”
Itadori scoffs, nodding.
“Gojo-sensei isn’t an idiot! Besides, haven’t you seen the way they look at each other? Especially her. She likes him.”
The they he so zealously mentions is yourself and Gojo, of course. The two of you are tucked into a corner on the opposite side of the corridor listening to the voices of your students bounce off of the walls and Satoru rubs his thumb over your bottom lip when you frown at the thought of your own best friend being the one to give you up to the kids.
“Do you really think he told Yuuji?”
Your pout is adorable but there’s nothing he’d like to do more than to wipe it off of your mouth, his thumb brushing your lip once before he presses it between your lips and you nibble at the tip of it, forcing him to withdraw it. His face closes in on yours to pick back up where the two of you left off before you heard the suspicious footsteps of your students but you press your palm against his chest to stop him.
“Satoru,” you whine and he wordlessly whines in return, brows furrowing with an infuriatingly charming little smirk across his lips while he mocks you.
“Even if he did, so?"
Briefly, you consider the unspoken notion his words as your eyes flick away from his face and toward the hall behind his back.
Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal. Maybe you could end whatever weird will they or won't they shit the two of you have been putting everyone through for nearly a decade. Satoru would never complain about the opportunity to publicly show the world that you're his, because he knows that you are despite how you protest and tell him it means nothing.
His Six Eyes truly see everything, a fact you seem to forget when you deny his affection but he's patient. He has all the time in the world where you're concerned.
You sigh, gaze shifting back in his direction as you cup the sides of his face gently and rub your thumbs across his smooth cheeks. His blindfold is on but you know he's looking at you and the smeared lip gloss across your face, your messy hair, the strap of your dress that has slipped down your shoulder.
"Let's not talk about all of that right now," your attempt at distraction is punctuated by lifting yourself to your tiptoes, pressing your mouth against his again which makes him hum his approval, the sound almost that of a satisfied purr.
The two of you spend a few more moments pressed together, your fingers and nails gently scratching at the skin and short hair at the base of his neck. He's the first to break away, which doesn't happen unless he has something to say, and he stops you before you can move to distract him with another kiss.
"Maybe next time we should do it on that side of the hallway since they already think we do."
You snort, louder than you probably should, and press your hands over your mouth quickly to muffle the sound lest you alert the kids to where the two of you actually have your between class rendezvous. He chuckles in like, dipping his head to press a kiss to the top of yours.
"Maybe we should start saving it for after school."
He shakes his head and runs his thumb over the skin around your mouth, wiping up glossy residue and wiping it on his pants.
