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[drowningmist]

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[drowningmist]

duality

yuji itadori x fem!reader

summary : you are used to babying your sunshine bf not knowing that sunshine has layers that burn and you came to know that after injuring yourself in a mission.

Warnings: toxic!yuji (kinda), obsession, mild nsfw, dry humping, mentions of blood, murder,slight gore?

"muah!"

you are woken up by a ticklish feeling on your neck which turns out to be your pink haired bf peppering soft wet grossly loud kisses all over you.

this is his tactic of waking you up ever since he started sleeping in your dorm , which is 5 months.

months ago this munchkin got hurt enough to leave a massive stain in his dorm bed and this jerk didnt even go to shoko sensei for aid. "its a minor injury babe and shes already got her hands full, didnt wanna bother her with me" is what your bf said. ofc. even after getting his back sliced he cared about others.

it was then you decided to take matters in your hands and took him to your dorm and made him promise to sleep in here after his missions, yuji who usually protested in these cases noded immediately, eyes lightening up as if he won a lottery.

since then , mission or not, yuji came over whenever he wanted and latched on to you, you didnt mind his clinginess ( which btw was a lot considering he would negotiate with you to not go peeing cuz sir was laying on you lap; if u did? he would follow you and wait on the door like an imprinted duck) so yeah, he didnt mind his unbearable clinginess. how could you? when hes staring at you with so much honeyed affection its pouring out of his eyes, when he nuzzles in your lap letting out deep low groans after finding a comfortable spot, dead out in seconds when you caress his hair.

you cant.

you are not the type to be one of those gfs who treat thier bfs like a child

but yuji. yuji itadori molds you that way. his sincerity and blunt attachment forces u to baby him

to you, hes a sunbeam, escape from this jujutsu world, escape from curses

you couldn't imagine, not in your wildest dreams, that he was capable of malice.

So, imagine the sheer, icy shock that flooded your veins when you woke up from the hazy blur of Shoko’s anesthesia to a terrifying truth. You had been battered and broken after a setup—a Grade 2 sorcerer being you thrown to the wolves against a Special Grade.

And your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend had responded by committing absolute, unbridled slaughter.

The buildings within a ten-mile radius of your mission? Decimated.

The curses lurking in the shadows? Eradicated.

And the corrupt higher-ups who had carelessly signed your death warrant? Gone.

Even a few civilians had caught the crossfire because Yuji had torn through the city without dropping a single, fucking veil.

Somewhere in the shadows, Gojo Satoru—who had happily fed Yuji the names of the men responsible—was likely beaming with pride.

But you were just terrified. Why? How?

Yuji? Your Yuji?

Nobara sat by your infirmary bed, her expression a mix of awe and deep unease. "He dropped his own mission and ran when he heard you got set up," she explained quietly. "He was late. When he saw you..."

She swallowed hard.

"He dropped to his knees. The idiot was trembling so hard. He tried to pick you up, but you winced, so I swatted his hands away. Then we rolled you over and he saw... he saw the gashes across your stomach."

Nobara paused, her eyes darkening at the memory.

"He just lost it. His eyes went completely dead. I kept shouting his name, but it was like he couldn't hear me. He just silently handed you to Shoko and walked out to find Gojo. I don't know what he said, but—"

Thud.

The heavy infirmary door swung open.

There stood your boyfriend. He was panting heavily, his broad, solid frame casting a long, moody shadow across the sterile room. Fresh, jagged scratches marred his skin—scars you hadn't seen before.

"Kugisaki. Leave." His voice didn't sound like Yuji. It was a low, gravelly command that left absolutely no room for argument.

Nobara stood up, rolling her eyes to mask the tension. She threw you a quick thumbs-up and slipped out. The door clicked shut, sealing you in.

You stared at the boy in front of you. "Yuji, what am I hearing—"

"It's Yuu for you, Y/N."

"That's not the poi—"

you couldnt finish your sentence as he came near you and tugged you loose clothes up, too much, the underside of your breasts was in view but yujis eyes only scanned for scars, which were none thanks to shokos reversed cursed technique

even tho he wasnt looking at the exposure, you still felt embarrased

"never again'

you looked up to see him staring directly at you

he dropped your shirt and scooped you up

" never again am i gonna let you get hurt baby"

"im so sorry" his eyes were glassy and for a second you could see your adorable bf but his eyes darkened again, staring intensely as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear

you looked down

you were nervous

you dont know why you were nervous

maybe cuz yuji never intimidated u like this?

he made u look up at him by his index finger on you chin as he sighed

look at me

your eyes dropped again you were fucking nervous!

yuji frowned and grabbed your jaw with his hand with more force

keep looking at me

he leaned in resting your temples together while still making eye contact

yeah just like that

he put his free hand infront of your face

"hold my hand"

you obediently held it

he interlocked your fingers bringing it near his lips giving it a chaste kiss

all this time maintaining eye contact

your breath hitched

"yuji-

"say you love me"

you paused for a second making him harden his hold on you

"tell me you love me baby"

'i..i love you.."

"louder"

"i love you"

he dropped his head on your neck inhaling your scent

"again"

" i love yo-ah!

he bit near your pulse softening the sting with sloppy wet kisses before looking at u

"did i tell u to stop?'

"huh?"

he gave u a sharp stare before kissing you, putting so much force in it your lips felt the sting

he tilted his head adjustign you in his arms as he mutteres in between

" i love you. i love you so much i feel insane. i love you so much that i hate what you are making me feel"

His kisses dragged a burning trail down your neck as he slowly lowered you back onto the mattress, following your body down until he was hovering over you, caging you in. His hands slid under your shirt, large palms stroking the curve of your ribs before settling heavily on your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin.

"This soft skin of yours was slashed. Flesh torn. Your sweet scent was entirely masked by blood, Y/N." His voice was a devastated whisper. "I don't want you covered in blood, baby."

"I want you filled with softness, comfort... me."

"I don't want you worrying about curses."

"I want you sleeping, dreaming of my touch." He dragged an open-mouthed kiss along your collarbone, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "Or waking up needing it."

"Yuji," you panted, trying to inject some reason into the heavy, intoxicating air. "Everyone gets hurt on missions. I'm not special. I'll heal and get back to fighting. I'm strong."

"You are strong, baby. You are so damn strong," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. "But I'm not. So be strong right here. On my lap."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your hips, lifting and pulling you forward until you were straddling him, sitting perfectly aligned over the thick, agonizingly heavy ridge pressing against the denim of his pants.

You let out a sharp gasp, your body shivering as a sudden, aching friction flared right at your center.

"Yuji, if you think you can seduce me into quitting sorcery, you are one dumb fuck," you breathed, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Yuji stilled, looking up at you with a mock pout that didn't quite reach the dark, feral look in his eyes. "I'll just take up every single one of your missions, so good luck trying to fight."

You glared down at him, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. "You can't do that."

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He rolled his hips upward, just a fraction, biting his lower lip as a stifled moan escaped you.

"Watch me."

You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, trying to coax the golden retriever back to the surface. "You're panicking, Yuu. I get it. But you're smothering me."

"Smothering is still better than you being half-dead."

"Fuck you."

"I desperately want you to"

You huffed trying to get up from his lap

But he sat you right down, making the friction more intense as both of you gasped

You looked at him as he rolled his hips in another torturous motion making you grinding down on him trying to ease the tension.

your response excited him as he literally started eating your mouth.

His mouth was relentless, swallowing your muffled whimpers as his tongue tangled with yours, tasting of mint and raw, unrestrained desperation.

Every agonizingly slow roll of his hips was a persuasive argument, sending shockwaves of heat straight to your core while his large, calloused hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Just say yes, baby," he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, his breath hot and ragged as he tilted your hips to deepen the torturous friction between you two.

"Say you'll let me do the fighting. Say you'll stay right here, safe and untouched, while I tear apart anything that even tries to look at you. Please, Y/N. Let me take care of you." The sheer vulnerability masking his dominant hold made your resolve crumble. You couldn't fight him—not when his body was practically vibrating with the terror of losing you, and not when he was weaponizing every ounce of his undeniable, heavy strength just to make you melt into him.

"Okay," you breathed out, completely breathless, your fingers sliding up to card through his soft, pink hair and massage his scalp. "Okay, Yuu. I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The gentle, rhythmic stroke of your nails was the anchor he desperately needed to pull him back from the edge.

You could literally feel the manic, frantic tension bleed out of his broad shoulders, the terrifyingly feral glint in his amber eyes finally dissolving into exhausted relief.

He let out a long, shuddering exhale, leaning his heavy head forward until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dropping into a gravelly, downright filthy register that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

"Because the second Shoko sensei clears you, I’m taking you back to your room and locking the door. I’m going to pin your legs back and completely ruin you, baby. I'm going to stretch you out and bury myself inside you so deep and so rough that your mind goes completely blank. I'm going to pound into you until you're shaking, dripping wet, and screaming my name so loud your voice gives out. I'm going to mark up every inch of this beautiful skin and fuck you mindless until you physically forget what the outside world even looks like—until the only thing you can feel, taste, and breathe is me."

Before your brain could even begin to short-circuit at the sheer, wicked audacity of his promise, Yuji slumped his entire body weight forward.

He buried his face directly into the warmth of your chest with a soft, drawn-out sigh. "My head hurts, baby," he mumbled, his voice instantly snapping back to that sweet, whiny, sunshine tone as he nuzzled his nose happily against your sternum like a giant, needy puppy.

His large arms wrapped around your waist in a comfortable, lazy hug. "Can you just hold me? I missed you so much."

A/n: this was my first try writing nsfw pls dont cringe( ;｀Д´)

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

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Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.

Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.

Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.

Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.

Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[plumkissed]

toge “we don’t argue, my girl tells me shut up and i do” inumaki ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader

the confusion was only there for a moment when the group of guys you were talking to after lab suddenly straightened in posture, stiff as boards, turned on their heels and walked off like they’d been summoned by some chant. right in the middle of your conversation.

toge was making his way through the courtyard and to you, his ever gorgeous girlfriend, when he’d noticed one of the guys you were speaking with was eyeing you in a way that wasn’t friendly enough for his liking.

a man of little words he was, but he used his voice when he deemed necessary. and this was definitely neccesary.

jealous as ever with a petulant pout to match, he’d simply muttered two words that solved his little problem in an instant.

“walk away.”

and now you’re turned around to see your fluffy haired boyfriend inconspicuously zipping his collar back up over his tattooed mouth before he tilts his head at you in greeting, corners of his eyes crinkled in lieu of an innocent smile.

“kelp!” he chirps, a possessive hand coming to slide around your waist until you’re jabbing your finger into the apex of his chest, hard.

“did you just do what i think you did?”

he tilts his head. then quietly coughs and your jaw drops. fuck.

“that was you, wasn’t it?”

his eyebrows raise in question as if he has no idea what you could possibly be referring to.

“bonito flakes?”

he shrinks a bit when your eyes narrow at him knowingly.

“don’t lie to me, toge.”

his arms flail out instantly, stiff and straight as if they can help him in the defense of his actions. he tries his best to explain what the situation looked like from his perspective.

“tuna! caviar, salmon cod roe!”

your hand comes up to unzip his collar before you gently grab his jaw, his words muddled and lips mushed together as you hold his face.

you guys stare at each other like that for a few long seconds, his adams apple jumping when he swallows, lashes kissing his cheeks when he blinks rapidly because now he’s genuinely a little scared.

“toge.”

“salmon.” his answer is immediate.

“you cannot interrupt my conversations simply because you feel like it—“

“mustard leaf—“

“i’m not done talking.”

his mouth closes immediately. he looks like a puppy being scolded as you hold him in front of you, his shoulders drooping and pout forming the best it can between your fingers. he nods, begrudgingly, but it’s there and that’s enough for you to continue. he listens so well.

“i can handle myself, okay? we were only talking because i helped them with some homework answers. if someone’s openly flirting with me, i’ll tell them off. you know i will.”

his eyes drift to the side and you can tell he feels bad, hands stuffed in his pockets and nose crinkling like he’s smelled something he doesn’t like. you bring his gaze back with a little nudge.

“blink twice if you understand.”

he does as he’s told, and you soften because you can never be annoyed with him for very long. you know he hears the gossip, people talking about how you deserve someone better than him, as if they know anything about your relationship. as if you’d ever believe there’s anyone better than him. they just don’t understand the connection you two have and they don’t have to, because you don’t care.

“there’s no need to worry, okay? everyone knows you’re my boy, toge.”

his cheeks redden as you smile up at him, batting those pretty lashes in the way that always makes his heart float and his insecurities vanish. his heavy stare drops to your lips, violet eyes clinging to them because he really wants to kiss you right now and he wonders if you’ll let him. you hold his face with both hands now, thumbs dusting over his facial markings.

“my protective, strong, incredibly handsome sweet boy that i’m sooo lucky to have.” he’s like putty in your hands at this point, heart beating faster with each trait you add, demeanor melting into something sickeningly saccharine as he leans into your palm.

“salmon?” he asks.

you can’t help the roll of your eyes, giggling when you confirm, “yes, baby, really. i can never stop talking about you.”

he’s closer to you now, neck craning to reach your lips, eyes already half shut and head swimming with the thought of you. his voice is low and hopeful when he asks for permission.

“mustard leaf?”

you’re standing on your toes now, hands fisted at his collar to tug him closer. head tilted and lips brushing against his expectantly as you wait for him to kiss you.

“yes, you can.”

.

.

.

© plumkissed 2026

note: i love toge sm he’s so underrated

[drowningmist]

Are you man enough ?

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ characters: toge, yuji , megumi

.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖.

Summary: jjk men confining to yiu after noticing you have been watching storytimes of women saying not to trust men.

☆idea by @yuucide

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

[megumiangel]

✴︎ with a temper like you ⋆˚࿔ pt. 2 ⤷ suguru, yuuta, toge, toji, choso, hiromi, takuma, shoko x fem!reader

syn. when you're fighting but they still care. angst to fluff, comfort

pt. 1 ଓ (ft. megumi, yuuji, nanami, gojo, sukuna)

all roughly 600-800 words !

ෆ g. suguru

you misunderstand him asking for space

you and suguru rarely argue.

when you do, it's small things. small things that get resolved within the hour.

but this time it's different. tight words, clipped tones. neither of you willing to back down. the kind of quiet disagreement that builds quicker than you can stop it until it feels too heavy to carry.

you’d both been sitting on opposite ends of the couch, voices overlapping, neither of you really listening anymore. just waiting for your turn to speak.

and then he'd said the words: “i think we should take a little space.”

calm and measured. like always.

but you were nothing but calm. you’d gone still.

“space?” you echoed.

he nodded once, already standing, then already by the front door, already reaching for his coat, “we’re both getting frustrated.”

you didn’t say anything. just watched him leave.

the door clicked shut softly behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening.

you've been replaying that in your head for the past hour. curled on the couch, in the same spot he'd left you, knees to your chest, cheeks wet with tears and eyes trained on some stubborn mark on the coffee table as you tried to piece it all together.

space.

space.

what does that even mean? people don't usually ask for space unless something's wrong, right?

unless he was pulling away— or trying to let you down gently.

your throat closes at the thought.

no. nonono, he wouldn't just leave like that, would he? suguru was always so communicative, surely he'd at least tell you if he really was breaking up with you.

space didn't mean forever. did it?

but what if he was just trying to soften it?

your thoughts move faster than you could grab at them.

the conversation played in your head again as hot, stinging tears well up in your eyes. you psycho-analyse every part of it. every pause. every breath that now sounded suspiciously like a sigh of annoyance. every look on his face. was it disgust? anger? or was he tired?

did he seem distant recently? had he already been pulling away without you noticing it? did you miss it?

your body jolts when you hear the lock click.

the door opens again. and suguru walks in, holding two to-go cups of warm beverages, and his small smile back on his face, "hey." he says.

your head snaps up. and all you can do is stare, mouth slightly agape in confusion. he's... back?

he blinks when he sees you. really sees you.

your tear-streaked face. your curled posture. the way you look at him all furrowed brows like you weren’t expecting him to return.

his expression softens instantly.

“…oh, sweetheart.”

suguru sheds his coat and shoes, and finds his spot beside you, putting the cups down. one in front of him and one in front of you.

his hands are gentle as they come up to your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes.

“i was only gone for an hour,” he murmurs. “what happened? have you been crying this whole time?”

you stare at him, lost. “you…” your voice trembles. “you said… space.”

“i did.”

“but… but you’re back…” your lips wobble, “i—i thought you were leaving for… a long time.”

his brows knit together, something like guilt flashing across his face. “…is that why you think i wanted space?”

you hiccup, looking at him with wide, watery eyes. “is… it not..?”

he frowns, “no, baby,” his voice is quiet and wrapped in silk, fingers brushing the tears from your cheeks. “not at all.”

you sniff, your breathing uneven as you try to process it.

“i just saw we were both getting frustrated,” he continues, “and i didn’t want us to say something hurtful.”

you blink at him. then your shoulders sag. like something heavy finally slipped off them, “…oh.”

he smiles softly at your realisation, a breathy chuckle leaving him. he exhales softly, thumbs still tracing slow, soothing motions against your skin, “i’m sorry,” he murmurs sincerely. “i should’ve explained that better. i thought you understood what i meant.”

a small sniffle escapes you and you shake your head, "no. it's okay." you mumble.

"come here."

and you do. then you sit there. silent, face in his shoulder, and his arms looped around your back, gentle hands stroking your skin comfortingly.

once you're calm again, there’s a pause. then suguru reaches forwards for one of the cups, pressing it gently into your hands.

“drink."

you take it, fingers still trembling slightly. it's your favourite order from the cafe nearby.

you swallow, feeling the hot liquid chase its way down your throat, warming your chest and soothing you. your head finds its usual spot on his chest and you sigh. "i'm still mad at you." you mumble, reminiscing the earlier fight that had still gone unresolved.

suguru only smiles. "me too, baby. we'll talk later, hm?"

ෆ o. yuuta

you forget your phone at his place

you're halfway down the elevator when you realise your pocket feels way lighter than it should.

empty.

you pat it, and frown. then check the other pocket. your jacket. your bag. then your pocket again for good measure.

"...ugh." a quiet groan escapes you.

your phone. you forgot your phone. up there.

in that apartment. with that boyfriend. the one you'd just stormed out on.

the one who's probably still standing at the door, staring at it like you might come back. which now, you're forced to.

he gets like that after arguments. quiet and wide-eyed and apologising profusely even if he doesn't quite understand what he did wrong. like a kicked puppy.

and you... always cave. but you hadn't this time. mostly because you'd fully managed to avoid eye contact all the way until the door.

you had succeeded. if only you hadn't forgotten your phone in the heat of your annoyance.

the elevator dings at the ground floor and the doors slide open. you grumble and instead of getting out and going home like you're supposed to, you press the button for his floor, and glide back up.

yuuta blinks at you as he opens the front door, clearly confused why you're back so soon, eyes round and a little red around the rims. you immediately snap your gaze to ground. if you look at him for too long, you'll feel bad and give in.

"shut up." you mutter, pushing past him and inviting yourself into his house.

yuuta hadn't said anything. but he chooses to listen to your warning. he stands there, idly, watching you stalk around his living room, searching for something. he wants to offer to help, ask what you're looking for... but he's not quite sure if he's allowed to exist in the same space as you right now. even if this is his own house. besides, you had just told him to shut up.

you stand straight, back rigid. you can feel his gaze on you.

it pisses you off. because you know what face he's making even without looking at him: he has his head tilted to the side, his lips pressed together and his eyes wide and questioning and nervous. and he looks way too adorable for someone you're supposed to be mad at.

"say it." you mutter.

"huh..?"

your head snaps to him— big mistake. but you were absolutely correct with your prediction. he was making that exact face. "whatever you're thinking."

"...what are you looking for?" he almost steps forward, but his foot hovers before he retracts it, choosing to stay in his spot. as if one step would make you coil away in disgust.

"my phone."

"oh..." he scratches his nape, trying to think of when he last saw you with it. nothing comes up except for flashes of the argument and you walking out that make his chest hurt a little, "uh... do you want me to ring it?"

you pause. jaw flexes and unflexes and yuuta swears he sees a vein in your neck pop. before you sigh, "fine."

he fumbles and pulls his phone out of his pocket. and presses a few buttons and rings. a faint 'bzzt bzzt' accompanied by your ringtone reverberates from the couch. you walk over shoving your hand between the cushions and fish out the noisemaker.

you head for the door again, and yuuta simply watches, unsure if he should walk you out. he decides you probably wouldn't want that. "text me when you're home," he says instead, "...please."

you pause, your hand on the handle and your heart squeezes.

his voice is quiet and unsure like he's not sure if he's been given permission to ask that from you. you close your eyes, head tilting forwards and you almost groan. how the hell were you supposed to stay mad at him now?

with a turn of your heel, you step back into his space, and throw your arms around him in a hug. yuuta stiffens instantly, clearly not expecting the turnaround. but just as quickly, he melts, holding you, cheek pressed into the top of your head. "i will." you mumble into his shirt.

he nods against your head, "okay... bye..."

there’s a pause, you can feel it; the hesitation— like there’s something else he wants to say.

but he’s holding it back. perhaps because he doesn’t want to push you. or because he thinks he’s not allowed to.

you pull back slightly, looking up at him. his expression is soft and a little uncertain.

you roll your eyes, but there’s no bite to it now. just affection, “love you,” you say for him.

his eyes widen just a little.

like you’ve just given him something he wasn’t expecting.

“…love you too,” he says, quieter. relieved.

you huff softly, stepping back again, grabbing the door handle. “i’m still mad at you,” you clarify, just to be clear.

he nods immediately. “i know.”

“we’re talking about it later.”

“okay.”

you open the door and step out. then pause. “…don’t just stand there,” you mutter. “go sit down or something.”

he blinks. “oh... okay.”

you shake your head, a small smile slipping through despite yourself. then you leave.

ෆ i. toge

clingy bf final boss

you’ve been ignoring him since last night, which, in theory, should’ve made you feel better.

it doesn’t.

it just means you’re on the track with nobara and maki, supposedly training, grumbling through your annoyance while pretending you don’t feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head.

“hey, y/n?…” nobara tilts her head slightly, squinting past you. “i think you have a fan.”

you don’t evem need to look. you know. “don’t acknowledge him,” you mutter. “i’m mad.”

maki snorts under her breath, arms folded. “i think he’s sorry.”

“i don’t care,” you say immediately. “he can be sorry from over there.”

behind you, a certain presence stays exactly where it’s been for the last ten minutes. quiet. still. watching. not paying the slightest bit of attention to anything his training buddies panda or yuuta have to say to him on the other side of the oval.

toge doesn’t move unless you move first.

and even then, it’s not really moving, it’s copying.

when you pace the track, he does too from his side. when you stop, he stops.

when you glance over your shoulder, he’s already looking at you.

expression unreadable. but persistent.

nobara eventually laughs, “this is insane.”

"i feel like that must take more energy than actually training," maki adds.

“ignore it,” you repeat, firmer this time, like that’ll fix your heartbeat.

it doesn’t. he knows exactly how to make you feel guilty. although you really can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or not.

you’re mid-sentence, telling the girls you’re going to go into the city for lunch— just to get space, clear your head, avoid the feeling of being watched wherever you are.

then you feel it.

a presence at your side.

you don’t even need to look.

you already know.

he reaches for your hand gently.

“salmon?” he asks, almost a little pouty. like he’s daring you to turn him away.

you glare at him instantly. “no. you’re not coming.”

he pauses.

blinks.

then tilts his head.

“okaka.”

you groan loudly and turn away, already walking. “i don't care,” you mutter. “i said no.”

he follows anyway.

it’s the worst game of 'what’s the time, mr wolf' you’ve ever played.

you walk. he walks. you speed up. he matches you instantly. you slow down. so does he.

and every single time you stop and turn around—

he’s stopped too. just standing there. looking at you.

like he’s waiting for you to keep walking. like you're just a normal couple out on a normal walk on a normal day. like you're the weird one for stopping all of a sudden.

you whip around at him once, frustrated. “s-stop following me!”

he tilts his head, “…tuna?”

you groan again and keep walking.

he follows again.

by the time you reach the restaurant, you’re fully done.

the hostess at the door smiles politely, holding up two fingers. “for two?”

you exhale through your nose like your soul has left your body. toge nods for the both of you, and then you're seated.

you sit across from him with your arms crossed.

he sits across from you like he didn’t just trail behind across half the city like a clingy stray caught on your scent.

for a few minutes, there’s silence. you refuse to look at him, even though his eyes are on you.

then the food arrives.

he watches you for a second. then picks up a piece of food, and holds his chopsticks under your chin in offering.

you immediately turn your head away. “no.”

he doesn’t move.

you glare at him. “i don't want it.”

he blinks slowly, “salmon.”

you refuse.

he waits.

ten seconds. twenty.

you try continuing with your meal, but he doesn't put it down. you can feel him still holding it there out of the corner of your eye.

still waiting.

you groan, rubbing your temple. “isn't your arm tired?”

"okaka."

"that was a rhetorical question."

"salmon."

your jaw tics, half in humour and half in annoyance "you don't have to respond to everything i say."

"salmon." he keeps holding the food up.

you finally snap, just to make him stop. “fine!”

he smiles, satisfied. you take a bite and chew, a little more aggresively than usual, as if you imagined his head being ground repeatedly between your teeth.

he watches you eat like he’s won something.

ෆ f. toji

you don't ask him for help

you’re still mad at him. which is why you’re doing it yourself.

because he doesn't deserve the sweet, soft; “baby, can you grab that for me?” nor the batting of your lashes like you usually do just to see that stupid smug smirk tug at his mouth.

no.

you drag a chair across the kitchen tiles instead.

deliberately scrape it a little louder than necessary to get him to look up from the tv.

you climb up without looking at him, reaching toward the top cabinet for your favourite mug— the one he always gets for you.

behind you, the couch creaks.

he’s noticed.

you smile faintly with your back turned, enjoying the idea of the annoyed grimace that must be present on his face now.

toji doesn’t say anything at first. just watches. eyes narrowed slightly.

you stretch a little higher, fingertips just brushing the shelf.

the chair wobbles.

just a little, but that’s enough.

“oi.”

his voice cuts through the room, low and irritated.

"what? you ask haphazardly, reaching again.

the chair shifts once more as you lower cup after cup onto the counter to clear space for you to grab your favourite one. you swear he hides it at the back on purpose just to make sure you ask him every time.

heavy footsteps cross the room in two strides.

then suddenly, you’re airborne. clean off the chair like you weigh nothing.

“hey—!” you yelp, grabbing his shoulder on instinct as he sets you down on the floor like you’re the problem. “when the hell did you get there!?” you snap, glaring up at him.

he doesn’t even look fazed.

“shut,” he mutters, already reaching up to the cabinet.

he grabs the mug easily.

you cross your arms, still annoyed. “i could’ve gotten it.”

he shuts the cabinet with a quiet thud and turns to you.

“…yeah,” he says flatly. “looked real stable up there.”

you huff. “i wasn’t gonna fall.”

he steps closer. too close. close enough that you have to tilt your head up to keep glaring at him, “don’t care,” he says, tone rough but quieter now. “don’t like it.”

your irritation falters for half a second, but you recover quickly, scoffing, “well... i don't like you. and i don't need your help.”

he snorts. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"then how come every morning all i hear is—"

"don't mimic me." you grind out through tight teeth, already feeing the mocking tone coming.

he bats his lashes at you, "ohhh toooji." he trills in a high-pitched voice impishly made to resemble that of yours, "it's too high, i can't reeaaach."

you grit your teeth, lips pursing and head whipping in the other direction, looking away quickly so you don't laugh. now would be the worst time to laugh. it would only vindicate him and his ego. "shut up."

then he presses the mug into your hands.

firm.

final.

“drink your tea,” he says smugly.

"don't tell me what to do."

minutes later, you glance at him over the rim of the steaming mug.

he’s back on the couch like nothing happened.

controller in hand, leaned back, game unpaused.

ignoring you again. except his eyes flick to you.

just once. quick. checking. making sure you’re not climbing anything else you shouldn’t be. and he gives you that infuriating sharkish grin.

ෆ k. choso

clingy bf final boss pt. 2

you don’t go to bed afterwards.

the argument had fizzled out hours ago— no real resolution, just quiet tension and too many things left unsaid. he’d gone to the bedroom eventually, slow steps, softer than usual, like he didn’t want to push you.

you didn’t follow.

instead, you'd curled up on the couch with a blanket and a pillow, the tv casting soft light across the living room. some random movie plays that you’re not even really watching.

it’s late. really late. your retinas burn a little, a warning that you should just turn it off and rest, but you don’t move.

you’re still mad… at least you think you are. but too much of that madness is diluted by sadness and guilt and also how badly you miss his puppy dog eyes.

the hallway light flicks on.

soft footsteps.

you don’t look. because a part of you still feels the need to keep up the act.

choso appears in the doorway, hair loose and messy, sleep shirt wrinkled, eyes still heavy with exhaustion. his eyebags even more pronounced than they already usually are.

he pauses when he sees you. really sees you.

the blanket. the pillow. the way you’ve set up camp like you’re planning to stay there.

his brows pull together slightly.

“…you’re not coming to bed?” he asks, voice quiet, careful. and sad. undoubtedly sad.

you don’t answer.

just stare at the screen.

he steps closer anyway.

you hear the soft clink of glass before you see it—a cup of water placed gently on the coffee table in front of you.

“you should drink,” he murmurs.

still nothing from you.

he lingers.

waiting.

you don’t look at him.

don’t acknowledge him.

don’t give him anything to work with.

a minute passes. then two.

you expect him to sigh. to leave. to go back to bed. anything but stand there watching over you in the dark like the babadook.

he doesn’t.

"if you're gonna stay there, can you sit?" your voice croaks from exhaustion and unuse, "creeping me out."

"oh." he whispers. the couch dips beside you.

you finally glance over. he’s sitting there.

quietly.

hands folded loosely in his lap. watching the movie like he’s been invited.

but choso doesn’t move. doesn’t talk. doesn't snuggle into your side or join you under the blanket, even if he's a little cold and the blanket is definitely big enough to share. just sits with you.

the movie keeps playing. some backstory scene you don’t care about. but now you’re aware of him. the warmth beside you. the quiet presence. the way he glances at you every so often like he’s checking if you’re still there. watching your reactions to every line. the way your eyes follow the captions at the bottom of the screen and your lips press together to suppress a snicker when a character makes a dirty joke.

he smiles when you do. not because he heard or processed the joke but because you're smiling.

time passes. ten minutes. twenty. you shift slightly under the blanket.

he doesn’t say anything.

just adjusts the edge of it absentmindedly so it covers your shoulder better.

you notice, but you don't move.

fifteen more minutes.

eventually, curiosity gets the better of you.

you look over, expecting to see him watching the screen or you. he’s slumped slightly now, head tipped back against the couch, eyes closed, breathing slow and even.

…he fell asleep.

you stare at him for a second.

then sigh. soft. fond.

“you’re so stupid,” you mumble under your breath, but there’s no bite to it. you nudge him lightly. he stirs with a light whine but doesn’t wake.

he was already half-asleep when he came out here.

you shift, pulling the pillow out from under your head and sliding it beneath his instead. you tug the blanket up, draping it properly over him, tucking it around his shoulders.

his hand moves in his sleep. fingers brushing your wrist. then curling around it.

you stare at him, laying with the pillow and blanket you'd brought out for yourself with the intent of sleeping away from him and can't do anything but sigh again.

✴︎ BONUS! (my apology gift for dragging this pt. 2 for like 3 months OOPSIE DAISIES)

ෆ h. hiromi

he forgets to exit lawyer mode

you’re halfway through ranting about your coworker when he starts doing that thing.

that lawyer thing.

the one where his brows knit, his fingers fold beneath his chin, and suddenly he sounds less like your boyfriend listening to you vent and more like a man preparing cross-examination notes.

“well,” hiromi says slowly, “did you instigate the exchange at all?”

you blink, “…what?”

he continues, maddeningly calm. “because you do have a habit of responding sarcastically when agitated, and that can escalate—”

“hiromi.”

“i’m just saying there may have been contributory—”

“hiromi.”

he pauses.

looks up.

you stare at him in disbelief from across the kitchen.

“i’m your girlfriend,” you say flatly, grabbing your coat from the hook by the door, “not your defendant.”

his mouth opens.

closes.

you yank the coat on with a furious huff.

“where are you going?”

“for a walk,” you snap.

the door shuts behind you before he can answer.

the cold air does help.

a little.

mostly because it gives you something else to focus on besides the fact your boyfriend had just tried to assign legal fault percentages to your workplace annoyance.

you walk for twenty minutes. then thirty. rounding the block and angrily murmuring to yourself.

by the time you come back, your anger’s dulled into that grumpy stubbornness where you’ve already decided you’ll be silent for the rest of the night.

you unlock the apartment.

step inside.

and stop.

the lights are dimmer.

soft jazz hums quietly from somewhere in the living room.

there’s a mug of coffee on the table.

your coffee.

made exactly how you like it.

and beside it—

flowers.

you blink.

“what…”

“in here, sweetheart.”

you turn.

hiromi appears from the kitchen, tie loosened now, sleeves rolled up, looking deeply sheepish in a way that almost never happens.

almost.

he walks over carefully, like approaching a witness he’s already intimidated.

“before you say anything,” he starts, “i’d like to formally state that i handled that conversation very poorly.”

you fold your arms.

and stare

he winces. “yes. deserved.”

you try not to smile.

try.

he notices anyway.

of course he does.

he steps closer, taking your coat from your shoulders and hanging it up for you.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, voice softer now. boyfriend voice, not attorney voice. “you wanted comfort. i gave you a deposition.”

that gets a snort out of you.

you hate that it does.

he smiles faintly, relieved.

“i should have just told you your coworker sounds insufferable and that you were right.”

you narrow your eyes. “…i was right.”

“you were absolutely right.”

“and she’s annoying.”

“unbearably.”

you hum, accepting this.

he offers you the coffee and you take it. still grumpy, but less committed to the bit now.

“are the flowers part of your apology strategy?”

“yes.”

“did it work?”

he looks down at you, mouth twitching, “the jury seems undecided.”

you sigh dramatically. then step into him.

he wraps his arms around you instantly, warm and secure, kissing the top of your head. “for the record,” he murmurs, “i am on your side.”

you grumble into his chest, “that should be your default.”

“noted.”

ෆ i. takuma

accidental pervert

it happens so casually that it throws you off.

you’re both lounging around his place, tv playing something neither of you are really watching, on your phones, when he glances over at you and goes—

“…hey baby, what’s your bust size?”

you blink. slowly turn your head.

“…my what.”

takuma doesn’t even look phased. he’s still half-focused on his phone, like he just asked what your favourite colour was.

“your bust size,” he repeats. “like, the measurement.”

you stare at him, “…why.”

he shrugs. “just asking.”

just asking.

you sit up straight, narrowing your eyes. “why are you asking me that like it’s casual conversation.”

he finally looks at you properly, confused. “because i need to know?”

that does not help.

“takuma.”

“what?”

you chuck a pillow at his head, “what's wrong with you?!”

"ow! what?"

“why are you asking me that out of nowhere, you freak?” you ask, incredulous.

he opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again. as if this is absolutely not where he saw this conversation going.

“i'm going to bed,” you cut him off, grabbing your phone, "sleep here.”

“wait—”

“shut up.”

you stand up, already walking off, leaving him on the couch blinking after you like he just lost an argument he didn’t realise he was in.

he doesn't argue against you telling him to sleep on the couch of the house he pays for while you get his bed.

and you don’t bring it up again. the next morning is a little awkward, but you're fine again quite quickly.

even if he does act a little… awkward for the next couple days. like he wants to say something, but remembers how that went last time and decides against it.

a week later, a package arrives, addressed to you.

you frown, turning it over in your hands. “did you order something for me?”

takuma freezes. just for a second. then scratches the back of his neck. “…open it.”

you narrow your eyes suspiciously. but you do.

inside is a dress.

not just any dress.

a gorgeous one.

soft fabric, the kind that has to be tailored, your exact style like he reached into your brain and picked it out himself.

your mouth parts slightly. “…kuma.”

he’s suddenly very interested in the floor.

“it’s… custom,” he mutters.

you blink. look at the dress. then back at him. then back at the dress. “…custom.” you repeat

“yeah.”

realisation hits you like a truck. your jaw drops.

“takuma.”

"so... sorry if it doesn't fit right," he winces, “…i tried asking for your size,” he says, voice quieter now, “but you didn’t take too kindly to that.”

you stare at him. then at the dress. then back at him again.

“kuma, why would you ask me like that?!” you burst out. “if you told me it was for this i wouldn’t have gotten mad?”

he frowns, defensive now. “well i didn’t know it was weird!”

“how did you not know that was weird?!”

“because i didn’t even know what bust meant!” he blurts.

you pause, “…what?”

he rubs the back of his neck again, embarrassed. “i was just reading it off the website. it said bust, waist, hips... i thought it was just a regular measurement.”

you stare. “…you didn’t know what it meant.”

“not until you got mad at me and i googled it,” he admits.

you blink at him.

once.

twice.

then you start laughing.

he groans, face heating up. “it's not funny..."

“oh my god.”

he crosses his arms, sulking. “i was trying to do something nice.”

your laughter softens. you look down at the dress again with a grin. run your fingers over the fabric.

“…it’s really pretty,” you say softly.

he glances at you. “…yeah?”

you nod. then step closer, hugging him. “thank you, baby,” you mumble into his chest. “and… sorry for yelling at you.”

he huffs. “you’re still mean.”

“you asked me my bust size out of nowhere!”

“i didn’t know what it meant!”

you laugh again.

he sighs.

but he’s smiling too.

“…try it on?” he asks after a second.

you pull back, grinning, “yeah.”

ෆ i. shoko

she ate your cupcake

she's being dramatic. at least, that’s what you claim.

it’s just a scraped knee. you’ve had worse. it doesn’t even hurt that much anymore.

still, you’re sitting on the cool metal of the bench in her office, arms crossed, refusing to look at her because you’re still annoyed about the cupcake situation.

“it was in the fridge for a week,” you mutter. “i was saving it.”

“mm,” she hums. shoko doesn’t even look apologetic anymore.

she’s crouched in front of you, hair slightly messy, gloves on, disinfectant-soaked cotton ball pinched between a pair of silver tweezers, dabbing lightly at the broken, bloodied skin.

“i didn't think you wanted it anymore,” she says simply.

you glare at her, “so you just assumed it was abandoned?”

“yes.”

"it was waiting for me.”

“and you never arrived. poor cupcake.”

you huff.

she reaches forward and gently takes your leg, pulling it closer so she can clean the scrape at a better angle.

you flinch slightly.

“don’t move,” she says flatly.

“i am moving because you’re attacking me with alcohol.”

“i know. you're very brave.”

"haha. really funny. you proud of that one?"

she doesn’t respond. but smirks lightly as if to affirm, yes, she is in fact proud of that one, and presses the cotton pad to your knee again.

you hiss softly. “ow.”

“don’t be dramatic.”

“i am literally injured.”

“you’re alive.”

you narrow your eyes at her. “my cupcake isn't.”

“because i put it out of its misery.”

“it was my cupcake, shoko.”

she finally glances up at you.

“…you’re more upset about a cupcake than your actual wound.”

“because the cupcake was important.”

she sighs. like she’s tired. like she’s always tired. but there’s something softer in her eyes that only ever appears when you're around..

she finishes wrapping your knee with practiced ease, fingers light, careful.

then presses her lips to your bandaged knee gently.

“done.”

you look down.

“…you’re surprisingly gentle for a thief.”

“i'm not a thief,” she corrects. “i rehome neglected cupcakes.”

you snort.

she stands up, tossing the used materials into a bin before walking over to her desk.

you watch her. still sitting there. still mildly grumpy.

she grabs a small box from her drawer and places it graciously onto your lap.

you blink. “what’s this?”

“replacement.”

you open it. inside is a cupcake. perfectly frosted. freshly chilled. your favourite kind. you stare at it.

then at her.

"forgive me?” she requests.

you smile despite yourself. “hm. i suppose.”

“you’re so charitable.”

all dividers by da best @anitalenia !!! saur kyoot

tagz 😛 @sigmaskibidifortnitebattlepass @luvs-angel @perkypeony @newpersonsameoldmistakez @ryokoisstar @gentlyflowing

THANK U SM FOR THE SUPPORT ON PART 1!! I APPRECIATE IT SOSOSO MUCH

[drowningmist]

𓇢𓆸 [4:14 AM] GOJO SATOROU

You glared at your phone, infront of you on the mattress which had been ringing for five minutes straight.

12 missed calls from toru☆ , it shows.

Your phone brightened again with a message

"Baby please pick up the phone"

You grabbed your rectangle and switched it off. You were never like this, never ignored the stressful situations, always confronted them but right now you were in a tight spot yourself.

You have been with gojo satoru the gojo satoru for 8 months now and you were happy, happier with him. But never dated before the sudden relationship made changes in your life which you only came to notice now. Now you had a person to remind you to take rest after studying, now there was a person waiting for you to cuddle him, now you saw places never seen before although leaving in this city for almost 2 years. Now you had conversations with your aged people that didn't end with just a small question related to assignments. Maybe, you liked the nows so much, this new change in your life that you side tracked from your goal, what you came her for. This was your dream university for which you worked so damn hard to get in, it took you two attempts to get into this uni , the first time you got sidetracked , had friends , you get swayed by them. The failure gave you a reality check and only you knew how hopelessly and desperately you tried again, completely alone fighting your depressed tired mind that you will make it this time and you did and you swore you would never repeat your mistakes and only focus on being the best student in your firm and get placement, a job , a peaceful solace life. That was your plan but then came gojo satoru.

He was in bussiness branch, you being in robotics and automation. But you both shared a few clubs and that was enough for the gojo satoru to set an eye on you. That was it, man had your whole schedule revised, your cafe order to you favourite place in the library. Initially, you despised him. He had everything you didn't have, got admission cuz he was rich while you rubbed your ass, unsurprisingly popular and surprisingly one of the best bussiness student for straight two years. You often wondered when did he studied and how much, did he even had time for it after his night outs . Maybe it was jealousy you felt but you don't know, your heart don't know what he his eyes did to you in the two years of knowing, from pulling away and pushing his advantages to grabbing his face to gently peck him from making a disgusting face when he was around to greeting him with open arms and snuggling to his chest.

But yesterday's results of your mid semester pulled you back on earth. Yeah , afterall you didn't belonged there with the gojo satoru who had everything you didn't and gained everything you couldn't. Unlike him you had to be consistent you weren't gifted, hardwork was your key. You weren't here to fall in love, you were here to be the best student. And maybe it was your insecurity but you always thought you were just his temporary infatuation, a fling, you thought it wouldn't last he will get bored of your stiff personality and leave you alone. But you were immune to being left alone what you feared was the failure you didn't wanted to repeat the pattern. So, you broke up with him and in the worst way possible on a text. Maybe it was intentional you wanted him to stop chasing you, stop loving you , stop looking at you as the most priced possession.

There was a knock on the door, you remained still but then the few more thuds had you standing on your doorstep.

"I know you are there open up"

" its early sato- gojo, go home". You gulped down your whimpers and spoke sternly.

You heard a dry laugh from the other side

"Gojo, huh?"

Then there was another thud on your door making you jump, this one was the loudest.

"Stop , you will disturb the neighbors! "

"You open the door and I'll stop knocking" he replied curtly

Sighing you open the door mentally readying your break up speech. But you didn't get the chance, just as you opened the door gojo was pulling you to your couch settling you there and then crouching down to your eye level and flashing you his phone screen.

" Explain".

You eyed his phone it was opened to your today's conversation more specifically your message of breaking it off.

You looked at him but immediately looked away.

Was he able to make this type of face before?

" there's nothing to explain, I want to break up with you"

He scoffed

"Why?"

"You are .. you sighed " I don't want to be in a relationship now"

"Should have thought before kissing me"

You glared at him

" I am not able to manage it all. My studies and our relationship "

Gojo cupped your face and sighed

"Oh baby.., you should have said so ,we can just study togeher its a win win, u see? we could plan study dates then ..hmm yeah thats a good change of pace, we can meet in the library and study or we could plan home dates too-

"Gojo" he stopped

"You don't get it.. i-i don't want to be in a relationship! I want to focus on my studies"

"Nobody is stopping you from studying and your way of studying is not healthy at all. it's always good to relax and don't worry about managing stuff I'm a part of your life now just like you are of mine, all I want is for you to be healthy and happy . who will stop you when you are at your limit-

"You are a distraction gojo! You are the problem if it weren't for you then I wouldn't have to go through all this again I don't want to experience that shitty feeling of being a failure!"

''distraction''

his lower lip wobbled as he tried not to sniff even thought there were no tears in his eyes.he was looking at you with flummoxed expression on his face.

you paused at his crack of voice and kept your head low.

''just leave please''

Nobody said anything and gojo got up and left without uttering another word and you remained still tears cascading your eyes which started to fall as you heard the door shut.

This is kinda a prequel on how they met if you're interested

[drowningmist]

11:11 am GOJO SATORU

gojo entered the class with a shit eating grin directed towards his professor

He was late .

the professor just sighed and nodded his head allowing him to come in, he already gave up on his blue eyed student, one reason being his annoying persona another being his surprisingly high grades, so he didn't need to worry bout this one.

gojo sat on his regular place with a content expresssion, though he was always late but today's reason was different unlike everyday today he wasn't late due to playing digimon till dawn , he had went to sign up for a club the club being the book club and ofc not for the books but for a certain someone who caught his eye yesterday.

A girl who punched him yesterday.

Well, tried

He wasn't sure why tho? She was yapping something about him bullying her lil brother and he stopped listening after that .

Her lil bro was in his class. He didn't exactly bullied him, ofc how can he do such thing? He a sweetheart

Satoru just told him "hey !thanks, had a nice laugh listening to your presentation ! So awful♡"

Satoru just criticized him..criticism is important..gosh people are so fragile..BUT he hadn't expected to see that wimp to have such a hot headed older sister.

So here he was waiting for the lecture to be over.

"Gosh 'm so fckin bored"

He turned to his right and oh yes! The lil bro!

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Man was grinning heading to the club the same time he knows you arrive.

How?. Intimidated your brother into telling him Politely asked him

He entered the room and immediately spotted you, you soaked in your work haven't noticed him yet he took a seat next to you.

"Can u pass me the papers?" You asked without looking up

"Here"

You looked up.

"Thank- tf are you doing here?!?"

"I-

"Who let you come in-

"I welcomed myself-

"Get. Out."

"Meanie"

You gritted your teeth god this man was INFURIATING.

"I am a member here i applied today" satoru smiled

You scoffed "why?"

"Wdym why i love books-

"Stop fckin with me satoru i don't have time and energy to deal with you ik you have an ulterior motive"

You stared at him waiting for him to explain but satoru? Well he has selective hearing all he heard was you calling him by his first name not idiot not gojo only satoru.

Why was he feeling this way? It's not a big deal..then why is his heart thumping so loud? why does he feel dizzy?

"Satoru?"

"Huh?"

"Nvm idc about your motives you can take back your form and shove it down your ass for all i care i don't want you in my club"

"I wa-

"The door's there"

"Wait i want to-

"And here your application it's neat btw did u bully someone to ghost write this?"

"Jesus woman would you stop cutting me off?"

You deadpanned and took a sip from your banana shake♡

"I am here for you"

You choked on your banana shake♡

"And I'm not quitting this club, and as far as ik you are not the head, so you can't force me to leave, and now that it's settled, give me your number"

"No"

"You rather i go to your brother everytime i wanna text you? I don't mind but i bet he'll mind his phone stuffed with horny texts of us?"

"You are NOT goin anywhere near my brother"

"Then give me ur number"

"This is harassment i am senior if i complain you will face actions"

"Hey now you are making me feel bad"

He sighed and slumped in his chair staring at you intensely

"You will give me your number"

..after a week you did give him your number. You realised nothing good with come out in pushing him off ; his interest in you is temporary it will die down once he gets to know how boring you are, how different your lifestyle is compared to his lavish one.

It was on Christmas when you agreed to go on a date with him. 4 months passed he still didn't give up? So u agreed and a part of your agreement was your loneliness on Christmas.

Maybe after a few dates he will give up for good.

He didn't.

Not after a few dates

Not even after you kissed him in the parking lot after your 5th date. He made you earrings with small cherries glued infront for the aesthetic. They wouldn't last long but they were cute and he made them for you. He took his time to make them for you. And he added cherries cuz they were your favourite. Why? You had a habit of pushing people pushing everyone who will slow you down. People who will distract you from your priorities.; your brother. Your brother only had you and you only had him and you didn't let anyone come in between. After your parents died in an accident you were just in high-school. You had to take the role of a mother.

You weren't here to chill. You reminded yourself.

"I apologised to your brother fr this time and gifted him new headphones his bullies broke his previous ones."

What? Your brother had bullies? Why did he never told you?

"I broke the bully's hand you don't need to worry about anything so stop being fidgety and focus on me hmm?"

Huh?

"You have this frown on your face our entire date. So rude of you."

You haven't realized how overwhelmed you were until your date was over. He was taking the car out of parking when he did you told him to out . He did without any questions. You clutched his shirt with your hands trembling; he let you without a word

Did he sensed what you were feeling?

You grabbed his jaw and, without thinking further pressed your lips onto his. He kissed back so softly so gently you weren't sure this is how people kiss. Does it feel this heavenly? Like the ringing on your ears stop? Like you have finally gained peace? Like how life will suck a little less?

You were a storm he was willing to embrace.

Knowing neither of you will be stable.

He didn't gave up. You grew tired of pushing him.

Not long after he was on you. He was everywhere. He was picking you up he was dropping you off , your brother was now his best buddy. Your brother started getting lively maybe cuz he was finally free from all the bullying. YOU were lively and you were suprised at the change.

And now you let him. You let him in. You were too far gone into this. You let him hold you, kiss you, and now he won't stop. He was always kissing you any chance he got. Sometimes infront of your classmates who now won't stop teasing you for dating a junior.

But you didn't care now. You felt alive. Your brother was happy. Maybe you can slow down a little bit. Maybe finally start to live?

"Not going to the club?" Satoru asked as you pulled him in an empty classroom.

"Don't wanna" you locked the door and he let out a whistle.

"Are we fucking?- Ouchie?" You hit his arm and he leaned towards the wall rubbing his arm with a pout looking at his carefree self you let out an easy smile .

"Come here you" he pulled you closer by your waist his hands caressing your sides.

"You have slowed down a bit sweetheart, first you bunked your maths class and now not going to club?" He asked while pressing kisses on your collarbone.

You replied with a shrug and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I love this" he muttered between kisses

"Me too"

This was my brain rotting help. Might fix later this is actually a prequel kinda to this♡ all can be read as standalones.

For more here☆

[drowningmist]

"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."

The first time you met Mitsuya was when you were there to pick your brother from school.

"'Neesan"your little brother calls out as he saw you and wobbled on his way towards you. You crouched down infront of him and patted his head.

"Woah. You seem excited, made new friends?"

Your brother nods pointing back towards a cute girl with pink hair.

"Her name's luna! Luna look she's my 'neesan" the little girl slowly came towars you with sparkling eyes as if admiring you.

"Your 'neesan's an angel" she mumbles cutely making you smile and ruffle her hair.

Your lil bro huffed cockily "told ya! "You chuckled shaking ur head at these kids but the next thing you heard made you frown.

"My 'neesan will like her"

"yeah and you'll get a big sis too and me a big bro" they both clapped there hands.

"Woah Woah what's going on in that tiny head of yours?" You lightly flicked your brother's head and luna was bout to say something before a voice stopped her.

"Luna!"

You three turned your head towards the voice noticing it came from a boy your age with lavender hair.

"He looks intimidating .."

He bent down and pinched the said girl's cheek softly.

"so you were here huh...don't roam around on your own"

"but i was doin you a favour! Look i found an angel for you"

It was then that mitsuya finally noticed your presence and looked at you.

You being the not so friendliest person on earth smiled at him before getting up and grabbing your brother's hand ~planning to run away~.

He stared at you before smiling back

"Don't mind her words she's always like this" he said ruffling the girl's hair who seemed to be his lil sister .

"Uh i dont mind, my bro is also like this" you smiled softly looking at the two younger . "Looks like these two have become good friends".

"Well she wasn't wrong bout you being an angel" Mistuya winked at you making you shrug your shoulders with a "ikr" expression and chuckle as you were a flirt yourself.

...................................................................................................

Since then, you two started having little conversations here and there when picking up the little ones from school.

Sometimes he would invite you to his house showing you his croquis sketches and pieces of half made toile which only made you admire him more and encouraged him in his dream to be a fashion designer in future.

You also got to know bout him being a delinquent and a member of toman. It was hard to believe at first as his behavior was too gentle for a delinquent , you thought.

One time when you came to his house excitedly to show him your sketches of clothes and for some criticism as you were an artist yourself , you were greeted by a swollen-faced ,full of bruises , mitsuya with wrongly tied bandages and only then it finally occured to you that "yeah he is a delinquent ".

From then on , You became his personal nurse as he lacked in the taking care of himself department and his mom used to be out of town for work ,so why not?

Sometimes during tending his wounds or sketching various designs together, there were few moments of tension which you used to brush off by you making him flustered failed like when you were treating his lip wound , you looked at him mischievously and poked his lower lip.

"Should i kiss it ? It will heal better!"

"yeah with the tongue please"

"..."

ahem so yeah you were left with your mouth hunged open, no comebacks making him smirk. Mind you it's mitsuya takashi for fuck's sake-

Overall, It was all fun and games until your stomach became a florist, attracting butterflies everytime mitsuya was under the radar.

Man..and how when you tried to compose yourself infront of him , he fucking had to smile so beautifully making you melt and evaporate.

To confirm it, one time, Mitsuya came home late at night, parked his bike after coming from the gang, standing infront of his door sighing at the thought that he still needs to cook dinner and put his sisters to sleep, he opened the door only to be greeted by a delicious smell.

."huh..?" He thought making his way to the kitchen and meeting eyes with you wearing his apron washing the dishes.

"You.." his shoulders slumped in a relaxing state .

"I knew you had a fight with the other gang so, i came over and flexed my delicious cooking to luna and mana and uk i also made-

He stopped you mid way by back hugging you transferring his body weight onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely, he breathes out a sigh tickling your neck.

"Thanks..." he words tiredly to which you faintly smiled and hummed in response.

"Staying over.?"

"Yup.."

"Good"

He rests his chin on your shoulder.

"You look like a wife"

"Then should I say "Welcome back honey"?.." you joked, removing the gloves after being done with the dishes. He backs away from the hug giving you space as you removed the apron.

Finally, you turned towards him fully only to see him rummaging his pockets before taking out a piece of cloth.

"wait...its a sample, the one you have been trying to get for your toile."

"How did you get it ?"

"To remind you, I'm the president of the sewing club, asked the girls there to order this one, planned to give it to you later but here we are."

He hands it over to you, smiling so gently ,that was the time, you confirmed, you wanna protect this man..

So yeah, you realized that you liked Mitsuya Takashi.

But you did little to nothing bout it as you figured there's something mutual but internally feared that this is only platonic.

Until on 26th dec, after the Christmas incident with taiju, you heard hakkai whom you met through mistuya whisper to you bout how he doubts that his big sis, yuzuha might have a crush on mitsuya..

"You sure it isn't you hallucinating?" You frown.

Hakkai groans " no and i think taka chan likes her back beacuse he hugged her there".

Boy, how your heart dropped to your stomach.

"I-It was just a hug, no big deal".

"But in taka chan's case it is! Have you seen him hug any female besides her sisters? And he is affectionate towards her too"

As if you weren't getting anxious before now you were succesfully in a foul mood. As much as you don't wanna overthink hakkai's philosophy, your doubt has been sprouted.

"What if you were just being delusional and there's nothing mutual between you two.? What if he really likes yuzuha then you shouldn't come between them"

So when mistuya asked you to go with him to the new year eve's shrine , you declined him as yuzuha was also coming and your heart wasn't strong enough to see him with someone else.

"Any reason as to why you dont wanna come..?" Mistuya inquired aware of the change of mood of yours these days.

"I just don't, okay" you said as you called your brother, who was busy playing with luna and mana, you used to tag him along with u to see mitsuya's, so that he can play with his sisters and ~u can have an excuse to see him"

"Let's go home now bub" you grabbed your bro's hand, preparing to go but mitsuya stopped you from doin the motion by grabbing your wrist, smiling softly at your brother and signaling him to go play more, he turned towards u with a stern expression contradicting how his hand gently grabbed yours, grazing his thumb on your knuckles.

" you seem to have something on your mind these days..wanna talk bout it ?"

You hissed wanting to yell in frustration but your words came out as a mumble.

" i told you its nothing..and you can't fix it anyway..."

The way his hand tightened around yours made you look at him. He cups your cheek softly looking at you with a concerned gaze.

"If it's bothering you then it's not nothing, Shutting me out won't solve it. You only visit now when in need of samples and you keep acting like you're looking for an excuse to leave. "

"So? Is there any other reason for me to visit?"

He frowns " You know there is.."

Your face turned soft. "No i don't "

He didn't speak anything further and just stared at you silently

You sighed. You knew he won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.

"Fine...Hakkai told me that yuzuha likes you..and "

"And?"

You looked away trying to ignore his intimidating gaze

"And you also like her"

He chuckled

"So that's it huh.."

You looked at him confusedly

"What.?"

"The one yuzuha likes is not me, it's Takemicchi "

"Huh? "

Before you can make any reaction he pulled you closer making you gasp

"As for the later one. I thought i made myself clear with the actions, didn't i?

You just looked down

"So you coming for the festival.? " He raises his eyebrows .

"..yeah"

"Good" he ruffled your hair before pulling away

"Damn you hakkai I'll kill you"

...................................................................................................

New year's eve, 11:30pm

"Where are we going..?"

You asked mistuya as he, out of nowhere dragged you away from your friend circle.

He stopped after making sure you both are out of there sight especially his lil sister's. He looked at you smiling cheekily.

"Yesterday about our discussion, i had a strong urge to make it clear to you but our siblings were there,..so i had to hold it"

He cups your cheek with one hand , pulling you closer with another.

"But now I can't "

He kisses you, where he pecks you a thousand times and you just stand there giggling with your face squished in his palms.

"I .better. not. hear. you .say .shit .like .this .again". He whispers between the kisses.

You smile in the kiss.

"Okay"

After a while ,you pull away from the kiss looking at him unable to control your smile.

"Your sister was right about you"

"About..?" He asked trying hard to suppress his own grin.

"That her neesan will like me"

He smiled widely before closing the gap between your mouths again.

.....

....

Few feets away were standing two blond teenagers staring gawking at you two shamelessly while putting a hand infront of the younger one's eyes to stop them from seeing their olders like this.

The tall one sighed. "Man, I guess I'm the only one to have no luck with girls. "

Takemichi looked at his partner, chifuyu, and smiled secretly looking at the sky

" It's not long before chifuyu meet her..."

Takemichi is a time traveler afterall.

[drowningmist]

@drowningmist been a draft for a month or so, finally posted after exams. Reblogs are appreciated!

[drowningmist]

Want her back [chifuyu]

Note: bonten timeline

YEAR 2017, 8:30 AM

"Hello kazutora, close the shop, I won't be coming today."

" hey-

The 25 year old male nonchalantly informed and hung up without letting the other side speak. He sleepily got out of the bed and moved like a sloth to stand in front of the mirror. His unrecognizable state reflected in the glass. His eyes picturing one of a corpses, a thin, slender body.

He saw the background of his reflection.. bottles were scattered near the bedside, the quantity of 'em was painfully concerning... the forgotten beer bottles that helped him pass out last night.

He looked at his dark mess of a hair, the blond now dyed black

black

"I want to see you in black hair"..

the glass got broken

knuckles dripping blood

but why didn't he feel anything?

He looked down at the broken pieces , breathing heavily.

"fucking end this"

he picked a sharp piece of glass placing it on his wrist, he closed his eyes...and all he saw next was you , your laughter that he got addicted to without which he's now an empty shell, your smell that he never seem to forgot even after 2 years, he felt the threads of memory peaking through his mind like a needle making him reminisce when he first met you.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـ

YEAR 2004, 10:35AM, JAN

Gasping for air, he rested his hands on his knees, the blond boy never ran so fast..

Tilting his head upwards , looking at the front..

"Mandarake" it read

"I wish there should be atleast one left"

He went inside the store, eyes searching for the newly released volume of one of his favorite shoujo manga.

"Found ya!"

Chifuyu let out a relieved sigh and moved towards the new edition manga's block taking out the desired manga excitedly. Maybe he wasn't that late afterall..

"Excuse me, that's mine" or maybe he was

He turned towards the voice taking in the appearance of the girl infront of him who unlike her bold voice looked rather soft.. yeah thats what he thought

"Pardon?" He asked clueless

"The manga you are holding, its mine"

The boy was offended clutching the manga to his chest giving you a "the fuck you are talkin'bout" look.

"Look miss, i was here first, found it first and grabbed it first so please make some sense" he sassily said while doin the motion of taking the manga out of the shelf.

"Well, I already paid for it so.." you shrugged taking the manga from him returning the attitude and turning your back to him..

Only to be stopped by a hand tugging at your jean jacket and with a swift motion the manga was in his hands.

He gave you look before walking past you to the counter and you did nothing to stop him

"Sorry Sir , but this item has already been purchased by the lady"

He frowned at the lady and you can't help but chuckle at his mind boggled state

"I forgot my wallet previously ..so i came back and paid for the manga first then saw you when i returned to take it back from the shelf"

He looked at you when you started explaining and his expression changed from confused to one of understanding & then to annoyed.

Fucking have to wait for another week

He nodded at you nonchalantly and left the shop, his shoulders slumped.

You smiled at his leaving figure before taking your manga from the counter and following after him.

how can you let him go..you find him cute

"Hey! Wait!"

He half turned towards you raising his brows, hands in his pockets.

"What?"

"I am planning to read it now" You waved your manga infront of him

"If you are free wanna read it with me? At the nearby library?"

He fully turned at your side

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The librarian glared at her far right side for the nth time now. There were you two, kicking your feet under the table at the scenes pictured in the manga ;placed between you two on the wooden table, both of your muffled giggles can be clearly heard by the librarian making her develop a popping vein sign on the side of her temple.

Strangely , after that you both just so happened to cross paths a lot, sometimes you just so happened to already have the manga he wants leading to you both reading it together and sometimes he just so happened to come with his bike to the manga store which is 2 blocks away , resulting in you both going to different places and you freaking out when he speeds up the bike.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

2004, NOV

Chifuyu laid on the sloppy ground of the open field near the river , hands at the back of his head, his hair flowing in the direction of thre wind making it seem fluffier, bangs flying and uncovering his forehead making him look more attractive and refreshing. He had a faint smile ghosting his lips, eyes closed, he was waiting for someone.

"Chifuyu!!"

The ghost smile he had now turned to a broad one, biting his lips to keep it hidden, he calmed down and slowed his breathing pace making it seem like he was in a slumber.

He can feel the sudden warmess around him as the person who yelled his name sat near him.

"Chifuyu" you again called , this time a little softly , looking at him tenderly he is so adorable! you thought wanting to poke his cheek. So you did.

"Chifu.." you muttered , not with the intention of waking him, just mumbling mindless while poking his cheeks, the oh so squishable cheeks

You sighed at his lack of response and cup his face with both of your hands and started squishing it making his lips pucker up.

And then.....

You pinched them

"I know you're awake dummy"

"Saying after satisfying yourself , squishing my cheeks & all "

He opened one of his eyes , smiling bashfully

"Yup!" You chirped while crawling behind him as he sat up and you wrap your arms around his neck tightly making him jolt and let out a grunt.

"Piggy back!"

"Destination?"

"Ice cream truck"

"Girl, this is mid November"

"I'll tell your mom you were the who emptied her body perfume by spraying it on peke j"( his cat)

He rolled his eyes before getting up , jumping a little to strengthen the hold of you and started walking. You snuggled in the crook of his neck taking in his scent which made your muscles loosen up.

The fluffy hair of his and the smell of his shampoo making your heart flutter just a little.

"Hey chifu.."

"Hm?"

"I want to see you in black hair"

He stopped, his brows furrowed

"Why-

"your mom showed me your toddler album"

" WHA-

"Black really brings out your eyes. "

He calmed a little, heat rushing to his ears which you pinched making him whine. He turned to do a double take at you and tapped his cheek with a boyish grin to which you comply.

"Will dye in a few years"

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

"But you are not here, why?"

2017, 11:11 AM

Chifuyu tried to open his eyes, vision blurred for quite a while , he turned his eyes to his side glancing at his left hand's wrist where the stinging pain is now wrapped up in bandages, his ears as well were stinging not from pain but from a shrieking voice calling him , he then turned to his front to made out the who the figure infront of him is

"Takemicchi..?"

The said was crying is an understatement, Takemicchi was terrified when he saw his bestfriend lifeless laid on the floor when he came to ask him to be his bestman unbeknownst to the secret everyone hid from him , blood surrounding him sent chills down his spine and for a second Takemicchi felt he'll himself die right then and there , he had enough , seen enough people, his loved ones die infront of his eyes, his helpless eyes.

"Chifuyu..why?"

"She died"

Takemicchi stopped from further investigation when he saw the ravenette breaking down like never before.

"She left me and its been two fucking years Takemicchi and you don't know how hard it pains , how did you endured all of it when you saw hina die? I-i can't, i just can't, i never believed her death , i wasn't able to and when i did the pain just worsened everyday its fucking jabbing me like needles in my chest , my head is filled with her voice and everything else is mute"

Takemicchi silenced him as he was trembling, horrified by the news and his friend's state.

"This timeline is the worst of all" Chifuyu informed through his drained voice, eyelids getting heavier and words coming out as a mumble .

Takemicchi's breath hitched and somewhere in his heart a silent promise striking through his blue eyes resolved at chifuyu's next words, soon after which he drifted to sleep

"Takemicchi, i want her back"

@drowningmist been a draft for a month or so, finally posted after exams. Reblogs are appreciated!

[drowningmist]

11:11 am GOJO SATORU

gojo entered the class with a shit eating grin directed towards his professor

He was late .

the professor just sighed and nodded his head allowing him to come in, he already gave up on his blue eyed student, one reason being his annoying persona another being his surprisingly high grades, so he didn't need to worry bout this one.

gojo sat on his regular place with a content expresssion, though he was always late but today's reason was different unlike everyday today he wasn't late due to playing digimon till dawn , he had went to sign up for a club the club being the book club and ofc not for the books but for a certain someone who caught his eye yesterday.

A girl who punched him yesterday.

Well, tried

He wasn't sure why tho? She was yapping something about him bullying her lil brother and he stopped listening after that .

Her lil bro was in his class. He didn't exactly bullied him, ofc how can he do such thing? He a sweetheart

Satoru just told him "hey !thanks, had a nice laugh listening to your presentation ! So awful♡"

Satoru just criticized him..criticism is important..gosh people are so fragile..BUT he hadn't expected to see that wimp to have such a hot headed older sister.

So here he was waiting for the lecture to be over.

"Gosh 'm so fckin bored"

He turned to his right and oh yes! The lil bro!

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Man was grinning heading to the club the same time he knows you arrive.

How?. Intimidated your brother into telling him Politely asked him

He entered the room and immediately spotted you, you soaked in your work haven't noticed him yet he took a seat next to you.

"Can u pass me the papers?" You asked without looking up

"Here"

You looked up.

"Thank- tf are you doing here?!?"

"I-

"Who let you come in-

"I welcomed myself-

"Get. Out."

"Meanie"

You gritted your teeth god this man was INFURIATING.

"I am a member here i applied today" satoru smiled

You scoffed "why?"

"Wdym why i love books-

"Stop fckin with me satoru i don't have time and energy to deal with you ik you have an ulterior motive"

You stared at him waiting for him to explain but satoru? Well he has selective hearing all he heard was you calling him by his first name not idiot not gojo only satoru.

Why was he feeling this way? It's not a big deal..then why is his heart thumping so loud? why does he feel dizzy?

"Satoru?"

"Huh?"

"Nvm idc about your motives you can take back your form and shove it down your ass for all i care i don't want you in my club"

"I wa-

"The door's there"

"Wait i want to-

"And here your application it's neat btw did u bully someone to ghost write this?"

"Jesus woman would you stop cutting me off?"

You deadpanned and took a sip from your banana shake♡

"I am here for you"

You choked on your banana shake♡

"And I'm not quitting this club, and as far as ik you are not the head, so you can't force me to leave, and now that it's settled, give me your number"

"No"

"You rather i go to your brother everytime i wanna text you? I don't mind but i bet he'll mind his phone stuffed with horny texts of us?"

"You are NOT goin anywhere near my brother"

"Then give me ur number"

"This is harassment i am senior if i complain you will face actions"

"Hey now you are making me feel bad"

He sighed and slumped in his chair staring at you intensely

"You will give me your number"

..after a week you did give him your number. You realised nothing good with come out in pushing him off ; his interest in you is temporary it will die down once he gets to know how boring you are, how different your lifestyle is compared to his lavish one.

It was on Christmas when you agreed to go on a date with him. 4 months passed he still didn't give up? So u agreed and a part of your agreement was your loneliness on Christmas.

Maybe after a few dates he will give up for good.

He didn't.

Not after a few dates

Not even after you kissed him in the parking lot after your 5th date. He made you earrings with small cherries glued infront for the aesthetic. They wouldn't last long but they were cute and he made them for you. He took his time to make them for you. And he added cherries cuz they were your favourite. Why? You had a habit of pushing people pushing everyone who will slow you down. People who will distract you from your priorities.; your brother. Your brother only had you and you only had him and you didn't let anyone come in between. After your parents died in an accident you were just in high-school. You had to take the role of a mother.

You weren't here to chill. You reminded yourself.

"I apologised to your brother fr this time and gifted him new headphones his bullies broke his previous ones."

What? Your brother had bullies? Why did he never told you?

"I broke the bully's hand you don't need to worry about anything so stop being fidgety and focus on me hmm?"

Huh?

"You have this frown on your face our entire date. So rude of you."

You haven't realized how overwhelmed you were until your date was over. He was taking the car out of parking when he did you told him to out . He did without any questions. You clutched his shirt with your hands trembling; he let you without a word

Did he sensed what you were feeling?

You grabbed his jaw and, without thinking further pressed your lips onto his. He kissed back so softly so gently you weren't sure this is how people kiss. Does it feel this heavenly? Like the ringing on your ears stop? Like you have finally gained peace? Like how life will suck a little less?

You were a storm he was willing to embrace.

Knowing neither of you will be stable.

He didn't gave up. You grew tired of pushing him.

Not long after he was on you. He was everywhere. He was picking you up he was dropping you off , your brother was now his best buddy. Your brother started getting lively maybe cuz he was finally free from all the bullying. YOU were lively and you were suprised at the change.

And now you let him. You let him in. You were too far gone into this. You let him hold you, kiss you, and now he won't stop. He was always kissing you any chance he got. Sometimes infront of your classmates who now won't stop teasing you for dating a junior.

But you didn't care now. You felt alive. Your brother was happy. Maybe you can slow down a little bit. Maybe finally start to live?

"Not going to the club?" Satoru asked as you pulled him in an empty classroom.

"Don't wanna" you locked the door and he let out a whistle.

"Are we fucking?- Ouchie?" You hit his arm and he leaned towards the wall rubbing his arm with a pout looking at his carefree self you let out an easy smile .

"Come here you" he pulled you closer by your waist his hands caressing your sides.

"You have slowed down a bit sweetheart, first you bunked your maths class and now not going to club?" He asked while pressing kisses on your collarbone.

You replied with a shrug and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I love this" he muttered between kisses

"Me too"

This was my brain rotting help. Might fix later this is actually a prequel kinda to this♡ all can be read as standalones.

For more here☆

[drowningmist]

𓇢𓆸 [4:14 AM] GOJO SATOROU

You glared at your phone, infront of you on the mattress which had been ringing for five minutes straight.

12 missed calls from toru☆ , it shows.

Your phone brightened again with a message

"Baby please pick up the phone"

You grabbed your rectangle and switched it off. You were never like this, never ignored the stressful situations, always confronted them but right now you were in a tight spot yourself.

You have been with gojo satoru the gojo satoru for 8 months now and you were happy, happier with him. But never dated before the sudden relationship made changes in your life which you only came to notice now. Now you had a person to remind you to take rest after studying, now there was a person waiting for you to cuddle him, now you saw places never seen before although leaving in this city for almost 2 years. Now you had conversations with your aged people that didn't end with just a small question related to assignments. Maybe, you liked the nows so much, this new change in your life that you side tracked from your goal, what you came her for. This was your dream university for which you worked so damn hard to get in, it took you two attempts to get into this uni , the first time you got sidetracked , had friends , you get swayed by them. The failure gave you a reality check and only you knew how hopelessly and desperately you tried again, completely alone fighting your depressed tired mind that you will make it this time and you did and you swore you would never repeat your mistakes and only focus on being the best student in your firm and get placement, a job , a peaceful solace life. That was your plan but then came gojo satoru.

He was in bussiness branch, you being in robotics and automation. But you both shared a few clubs and that was enough for the gojo satoru to set an eye on you. That was it, man had your whole schedule revised, your cafe order to you favourite place in the library. Initially, you despised him. He had everything you didn't have, got admission cuz he was rich while you rubbed your ass, unsurprisingly popular and surprisingly one of the best bussiness student for straight two years. You often wondered when did he studied and how much, did he even had time for it after his night outs . Maybe it was jealousy you felt but you don't know, your heart don't know what he his eyes did to you in the two years of knowing, from pulling away and pushing his advantages to grabbing his face to gently peck him from making a disgusting face when he was around to greeting him with open arms and snuggling to his chest.

But yesterday's results of your mid semester pulled you back on earth. Yeah , afterall you didn't belonged there with the gojo satoru who had everything you didn't and gained everything you couldn't. Unlike him you had to be consistent you weren't gifted, hardwork was your key. You weren't here to fall in love, you were here to be the best student. And maybe it was your insecurity but you always thought you were just his temporary infatuation, a fling, you thought it wouldn't last he will get bored of your stiff personality and leave you alone. But you were immune to being left alone what you feared was the failure you didn't wanted to repeat the pattern. So, you broke up with him and in the worst way possible on a text. Maybe it was intentional you wanted him to stop chasing you, stop loving you , stop looking at you as the most priced possession.

There was a knock on the door, you remained still but then the few more thuds had you standing on your doorstep.

"I know you are there open up"

" its early sato- gojo, go home". You gulped down your whimpers and spoke sternly.

You heard a dry laugh from the other side

"Gojo, huh?"

Then there was another thud on your door making you jump, this one was the loudest.

"Stop , you will disturb the neighbors! "

"You open the door and I'll stop knocking" he replied curtly

Sighing you open the door mentally readying your break up speech. But you didn't get the chance, just as you opened the door gojo was pulling you to your couch settling you there and then crouching down to your eye level and flashing you his phone screen.

" Explain".

You eyed his phone it was opened to your today's conversation more specifically your message of breaking it off.

You looked at him but immediately looked away.

Was he able to make this type of face before?

" there's nothing to explain, I want to break up with you"

He scoffed

"Why?"

"You are .. you sighed " I don't want to be in a relationship now"

"Should have thought before kissing me"

You glared at him

" I am not able to manage it all. My studies and our relationship "

Gojo cupped your face and sighed

"Oh baby.., you should have said so ,we can just study togeher its a win win, u see? we could plan study dates then ..hmm yeah thats a good change of pace, we can meet in the library and study or we could plan home dates too-

"Gojo" he stopped

"You don't get it.. i-i don't want to be in a relationship! I want to focus on my studies"

"Nobody is stopping you from studying and your way of studying is not healthy at all. it's always good to relax and don't worry about managing stuff I'm a part of your life now just like you are of mine, all I want is for you to be healthy and happy . who will stop you when you are at your limit-

"You are a distraction gojo! You are the problem if it weren't for you then I wouldn't have to go through all this again I don't want to experience that shitty feeling of being a failure!"

''distraction''

his lower lip wobbled as he tried not to sniff even thought there were no tears in his eyes.he was looking at you with flummoxed expression on his face.

you paused at his crack of voice and kept your head low.

''just leave please''

Nobody said anything and gojo got up and left without uttering another word and you remained still tears cascading your eyes which started to fall as you heard the door shut.

This is kinda a prequel on how they met if you're interested

[drowningmist]

Asking what they saved you as

Characters : yuuta, gojo