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𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ older bf!gojo sleeps on the couch after an argument :: tags. hurt & comfort. fluff. age gap (reader early 20’s & satoru early 30’s) :: ac. thatsallitchief
satoru shifts on the couch and yawns inaudibly. he’s tired after an exhausting day at work and only now has the chance to settle down in the comfort of his apartment.
though, he can’t really relax just yet. the reason why being the undeniable tension hanging in the air. he is in fact home, but it doesn’t feel like it.
not when you are missing.
you had holed yourself up in the master bedroom after an earlier argument the two of you had. it wasn’t a big fight—just a little squabble between lovers.
satoru didn’t rush after you when you decided to walk away mid argument. you clearly weren’t in the right headspace to properly articulate nor communicate your feelings.
I found a perfect "Let me explain it to you" gif.
when the students ask if you're seeing a certain somebody, you love to give them more than the truth. (slight manga spoilers and could potentially be a little ooc..)
mudano naito x reader
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+ it's canon that mudano will probably focus more on the war than someone. i mean, it makes sense because what's the point of settling in when there's the risk of losing them too.
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⋆˙⟡ still here. ୨ৎ
ft. Sae Itoshi x f!reader/m!reader ˎˊ˗
「 cw: mild anger, soft comfort, & physical touch 」
req by: @kuronarnze - ty for the idea 🥺
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You knew something was wrong the second Sae walked through the door.
You were laying comfortably on the couch when Sae finally unlocked the door.
You heard the click of the lock first.
Then the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor.
Then silence— a heavy one, thick with frustration
He didn’t greet you.
He didn’t even look at you.
You watched him from the couch as he walked in, shoulders tense, jaw tight, steps sharp and definitely irritated. Even without seeing the match, you already knew.
He lost.
“Sae?” you said softly.
He didn’t answer.
Just kicked off his shoes and went straight to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water with movements that were too quick to be calm.
You sat up slightly.
“How bad was it?”
He scoffed. Not the usual cold Sae-scoff—this one sounded like it had teeth.
“Don’t wanna talk about it.”
You took what he said quietly, watching his back as he leaned against the counter, knuckles pressed white around the glass that was filled with water.
You knew this version of him—the one who held the anger in until it exploded.
He looked over at you then.
Finally. but barely.
And the irritation in his eyes wasn’t meant for you..but it still hit like it was.
“What?” he snapped.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
You blinked.
“I’m allowed to look at you”
“Feels like you’re judging me.”
“ ‘m not.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” he muttered under his breath.
That one hurt a little. More than you wanted it to.
You sank back slightly into the couch.
“..I’m not judging. Just worried.”
He froze. But doesn’t say anything.
You scoff,
“Fine. Have it your way.”
You turned your attention away from him and turned on the TV—watching whatever caught your eye.
Something in his expression flickered—not anger, but..something close to guilt. Something softer.
He didn’t say anything.
Just walked past you toward your shared bedroom.
You stared at the hallway he disappeared into.
A full minute passed.
Then two.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow ones.
You took your eyes off of the screen to see Sae lingering in the doorway again, leaning against the frame. His shoulders were lower now, breathing slower. He looked.. deflated.
And his eyes didn’t look frustrated anymore.
They looked tired.
And sorry.
“..you’re still here,” he said quietly.
You raised a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He swallowed— a small, barely visible motion.
Then he walked toward you, slow, hesitant, like he was fighting himself every second.
Without a word,
he drops onto your lying body.
You blinked, startled.
“Sae?”
He mumbled something against your chest—something that sounded like
“….sorry.”
And then, softer:
“Didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
Your heart loosened.
“I know,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his hair.
He leaned into your touch immediately—too quickly to pretend he didn’t need it.
His arms wrapped around your torso slowly, like he was testing if you’d let him. When you didn’t pull away, he exhaled— shaky, vulnerable.
“…don’t go.” he muttered.
“ ‘m not going anywhere.”
He nuzzled closer.
Actually nuzzled.
The Sae Itoshi, nuzzling into you like you were his oxygen.
You couldn’t help but smile.
“Sae.. you’re really clingy when you’re upset.”
He clicked his tongue—but his grip tightened around you.
“Shut up.” he muttered quietly.
But the words were soft, warm.
Almost embarrassed.
You slid your other hand up and down his back, feeling him melt against you more and more, the tension draining from his body as he sank deeper into your chest.
He didn’t say another word.
He didn’t need to.
The way he held you said everything:
He wasn’t angry at you.
He wasn’t annoyed at you.
He just needed you.
And he hated how much he needed your touch.
But he needed you anyways.
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divider: ©dollywons
note: i was listening to mrs.magic (strings) and it made rereading it way better 🥺 my search history is full of couches and cuddling.! ts so confusing.
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breath of fresh air
you storm out in the middle of an argument. featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro.
GOJO - the second you stormed out, gojo was right behind you.
you heard his footsteps almost immediately, quick and determined. of course, he wasn’t going to just let you go—not without a fight.
“leave me alone, gojo,” you snapped over your shoulder, picking up your pace.
“nope.”
you groaned. “i need space.”
“i need you to not walk around alone at night,” he countered, effortlessly keeping up.
you whirled around, frustration bubbling over. “i can protect myself.”
gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know you can. you’re strong, way too strong for me, honestly—i think about it all the time, actually, how you could probably throw me into the sun if you really tried—”
“gojo.”
“right, right, focus.” he exhaled. “i know you can handle yourself. that’s not the point. i just—please, come back home.”
you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. gojo loved your stubbornness—adored it, actually. but right now, he just wished you’d listen to him.
when you didn’t say anything, he groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “come on—don’t make me get on my knees.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“oh, i would. right here. in the middle of the street.”
you rolled your eyes, turning to keep walking. when you finally took in your surroundings. without even realizing it, you’d walked all the way to a 7-eleven.
gojo followed your gaze, then brightened immediately. “oh? a sign from the heavens?” he turned to you with a grin. “ramen?”
you sighed, and gojo, ever the opportunist, pressed on. “my treat.”
“you always pay,” you deadpanned.
“exactly! so, technically, i didn’t even have to say that—but i did, because i’m a generous and loving boyfriend.”
you exhaled, shaking your head. “…yeah, okay.”
gojo beamed like you had just accepted a marriage proposal. “knew you couldn’t resist me.”
you shot him a glare, but he just threw an arm around your shoulder, steering you inside like you hadn’t just been arguing minutes ago.
as he grabbed entirely too many snacks, sneaking extras into your basket with a shit-eating grin, you felt the weight in your chest ease just a little.
you weren’t done being mad at him—not completely. but as he stood beside you at the register, arms full of junk food, nudging you with his elbow like a lovesick fool, you realized—
yeah. you’d be okay.
GETO - suguru doesn’t stop you.
not because he doesn’t care—no, quite the opposite. he watches as you grab your coat, as you storm out, and he lets you go. he knows you need space, and he respects that.
but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find you.
you don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the frustration from your argument still lingering, but eventually, you find yourself stopping by a quiet street corner. you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to steady your thoughts—
and then you hear it. a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.
“you’re really making me work for it tonight, huh?”
you whip around, only to see geto standing there, hands tucked casually into his sleeves, watching you with that unreadable expression of his.
you glare. “how did you even find me?”
he tilts his head, amused. “you’re predictable.”
you huff, crossing your arms. “if you’re here to drag me home, don’t bother.”
geto steps closer, slow and easy. “i’m not dragging you anywhere.”
you raise an eyebrow. “then what do you want?”
he exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you’re upset. i get it. but you know i hate leaving things like this.” he steps beside you, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “so, i figured i’d come find you.”
you don’t answer right away, staring at the ground. then, without warning, your eyes begin to sting. you blink rapidly, willing the tears away, but it’s too late—geto sees it instantly.
his expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders vanishing in an instant. before you can turn away, he’s already in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks with the kind of gentleness that makes your chest ache.
“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to him. “don’t cry.” his thumbs brush lightly under your eyes, catching the first traces of tears. “look at me.”
you do, even though it only makes your throat feel tighter.
his brows furrow, guilt flashing across his face. “i’m sorry, okay?” his voice is soft, sincere. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”
you swallow hard, blinking up at him. “…you were being an ass.”
a small, breathy chuckle leaves him. “yeah,” he admits. “i was.”
you sniff, and he immediately wipes away another tear before it can fall, his touch warm and steady. “but i didn’t mean to be,” he continues. “you know that, right?”
you nod.
geto exhales, relief evident in his expression. his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs still tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin.
“come home?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
you glance away, mumbling, “still mad.”
“i know.” his lips quirk into a small smile. “you can be mad at me at home, too.”
a pause. then, finally—
“okay.”
he doesn’t say anything, just lets his forehead rest lightly against yours for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing it once before leading you back home.
NANAMI - the argument had left a bitter weight in your chest, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you wanted to. the walls of your shared home felt too tight, too suffocating, so you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed your coat and walked out.
you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the simple need to move, to put some distance between you and the words that had been thrown too carelessly.
at first, you thought you were alone. but then, a few blocks in, you heard it—steady, familiar footsteps trailing behind you.
you sighed. “kento.”
a pause. “hm?”
you turned slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder. sure enough, he was there. hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but present nonetheless. he didn’t try to walk beside you, didn’t call your name or tell you to come home—he was just there.
“you don’t have to follow me,” you muttered.
nanami exhaled slowly, adjusting his tie as he kept his pace behind you. “i know.”
and yet, he didn’t stop.
you didn’t push him away, either.
the night air was crisp, the streets quiet save for the occasional car passing by. you walked, and he followed. neither of you spoke. the argument still lingered between you, raw and unhealed, but for some reason, his quiet presence made it easier to breathe.
eventually, your feet carried you to the park. it was empty this late, just dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights. you found yourself heading toward the swing set, your steps slowing as you lowered yourself onto one of the swings. the chains creaked slightly under your weight.
nanami hesitated for only a second before taking the swing next to you. he didn’t say anything, just sat there, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed ahead.
the silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just… there.
after a long moment, you broke it.
“we’re going to be okay, right?” your voice was quieter than you intended, but you didn’t correct it.
nanami didn’t answer immediately. he let out a slow breath.
“yeah,” he said, firm, certain. “we’re going to be okay.”
and for the first time since the argument, you let yourself believe it.
SUKUNA - the door had barely swung shut before you heard heavy footsteps behind you.
you had barely made it down the front steps when a clawed hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to a stop.
sukuna’s grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—unrelenting. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, edged with something unreadable.
you didn’t turn to face him. “i need to cool off.”
his fingers twitched against your skin. “tch. you can cool off inside.”
you exhaled sharply, attempting to pull away, but he didn’t let you. his grip remained steady, grounding. “i don’t want to be inside right now, sukuna.”
“and i don’t want you wandering off alone.”
you finally turned, eyes burning with frustration. “i can take care of myself.”
his expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. “i know you can.” his tone softened, just barely. “that’s not the point.”
silence settled between you, tense and heavy. the night air was cool against your skin, the world around you quiet. your breathing was uneven, your heart still pounding from the argument. you wanted to be stubborn, to keep walking just to prove a point.
but sukuna didn’t let go.
for a long moment, he just looked at you. not with anger, not with amusement—just quiet, unreadable intensity. and then, after a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, his grip loosened. his hand slid down to take yours, fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt less like restraint and more like holding on.
“come back inside,” he muttered. his voice wasn’t commanding, not like before. it was something else. something almost pleading.
you hesitated, still upset, still wanting to fight. but his hand was warm, solid, there. the fight had drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
after a long pause, you sighed, giving his fingers a small squeeze before turning back toward the house.
sukuna didn’t say anything, just followed beside you, his hand never leaving yours. when you stepped inside, he made sure the door was locked behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. neither of you spoke as he guided you toward the bedroom, the silence no longer suffocating but something quieter, softer.
the argument wasn’t over. you weren’t ready to let it go. but as sukuna’s grip lingered, steady and sure, you knew—
you two were going to be okay.
TOJI - toji doesn’t follow you. at least, not right away.
he watches as you storm out, jaw clenched, arms crossed, your anger still crackling in the air like static. he lets you leave, doesn’t call after you, doesn’t chase you down. he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face with a deep sigh.
but after a few minutes, he clicks his tongue, grabs his jacket, and heads out after you.
he knows you—knows you’re stubborn, knows you need space, but he also knows it’s late, and he’ll be damned if he lets you wander around alone.
it doesn’t take long to find you. you’re sitting on a bench at some quiet little bus stop, arms hugged around yourself, your knee bouncing impatiently. toji exhales, shoving his hands in his pockets as he makes his way over.
you glance up when he steps in front of you, glaring. “go away.”
“not happening,” he says flatly.
you scoff, turning your head. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”
“good,” he deadpans. “cause i ain’t here to talk.”
you blink, caught off guard, looking at him. he just shrugs. “you needed space, so i gave it to ya. now i’m just gonna sit here and shut up.”
and with that, toji plops down onto the bench next to you, spreading his legs wide, leaning back like this is the most natural thing in the world.
you stare at him. “you’re kidding.”
“nah.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head back. “go on. be mad.”
you are mad. but suddenly, it feels a little ridiculous.
the two of you sit there in silence, the sounds of the city buzzing faintly in the distance. the weight of the argument still lingers, but toji’s presence, solid and unshaken, makes it feel smaller. like it’s not going to swallow you whole.
after a while, he cracks an eye open, side-eyeing you. “you done sulking yet?”
you huff. “i’m not sulking.”
“yeah, yeah.” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “c’mon. let’s go.”
you hesitate. “i dunno…”
he stands up, glancing down at you. “i’ll buy you food.”
you squint. “bribery?”
toji smirks. “call it what ya want. just get up.”
you sigh, but when he holds a hand out to you, you take it. his grip is warm, steady, and when he tugs you to your feet, he doesn’t let go.
“where are we going?” you mumble.
“dunno.” he shrugs. “we’ll figure it out.”
and somehow, that’s enough.
can you do short scenarios of gojo, nanami, toji, megumi and sukuna are all jealous another guy is talking to u
jujutsu kaisen boys getting jealous
about. in which nanami, gojo toji, megumi and sukuna are all jealous and slightly possessive of another person getting your attention!
nanami kento.
it's a dinner with friends. you're seated beside nanami, but you've been pulled into conversation with a man across the table. it's harmless laughter, light teasing but nanami notices. he always notices.
his gaze flickers up from his glass, quiet but sharp. you don't even realize when his hand finds your thigh beneath the table steady, grounding. not possessive, just a reminder. his thumb draws small, thoughtful circles against your skin while he listens to you speak, letting his touch speak louder than words.
when the man compliments your smile, nanamis jaw flexes. he sets his drink down.
"you should see it in the mornings," he says, voice calm, smooth, but leaving no space for misunderstanding. "it's even brighter when she's at home."
the table goes quiet for half a second, then laughter resumes, but the man doesn't look at you again.
when you leave later, nanami helps you with your coat, his fingers brushing your neck as he leans close.
"didn'tmean to sound territorial," he murmurs near your ear, "but i don't like watching someone else admire what's mine."
his tone softens immediately after, lips ghosting your cheek.
"besides, you look better when you're looking at me."
gojo satoru.
youre laughing at something a guy says across the small gathering, completely caught up in the conversation. gojo notices from a few feet away, and something inside him tightens, not a childish jealousy, but a possessive pull he doesn’t even fully recognize. his smile is there, but sharper, his eyes flicking to you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle without you noticing right away.
he steps closer, letting his presence fill the space beside you before the guy even registers. When the man shifts, awkward and unsure, gojo slides a hand onto your lower back, fingers pressing just enough to ground you. “hey,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing but underlined with something firmer. “everything okay here?”
you glance up, meeting his gaze, and your chest flutters at the way he’s so close, his hair brushing the side of your face. the guy clears his throat, muttering an apology, and finally steps away. gojo doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of your back. his thumb brushes along your wrist as he leans in slightly, lowering his voice so only you can hear.
“you know,” he says quietly, almost a whisper, “i don’t like seeing anyone else trying to take your attention. you’re mine.”
his hand, the slight press of his body against yours, the dark heat in his gaze, they all say it. youre his, and he’s making sure the world knows, even if it’s just in this small, intimate moment.
toji fushiguro
you’re at a small street market, chatting with a vendor who’s clearly taken an interest. he keeps trying to make you laugh, leaning in just a bit too close. You don’t notice toji watching from a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes half lidded, but that sharp little smirk tugging at his mouth.
he walks up behind you, silent until he’s close enough that his chest brushes your back. his arm slides around your waist easily, fingers pressing lightly against your hip.
“need help picking something?” he asks, voice low and lazy, but the weight behind it isn’t.
the vendor freezes, eyes darting between you and toji. “oh- no, she was just”
“yeah, i saw,” toji says, grin deepening. “she’s real friendly. that’s what i about her.”
you swat at him lightly, embarrassed, but tojis hand stays where it is. once the vendor leaves, he leans close, lips ghosting your jaw.
“didn’t mean to scare the guy,” he murmurs, grin audible in his voice. “but you can’t expect me to just watch while some punk tries to flirt with my girl.”
he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, teasing glint fading into something sincere. “you don’t even notice what you do to people, do you?”
megumi fushiguro
you’re sitting on a park bench waiting for megumi, scrolling through your phone, when some guy your age sits beside you and starts chatting. he friendly, a little too friendly and you’re polite, as always.
the black haired boy spots it from a distance. his steps slow, expression unreadable, but there’s that familiar flicker of irritation in his eyes. when he finally reaches you, he doesn’t say anything at first. he just stops in front of the bench, gaze cool, hand sliding into his pocket.
“hey,” you say, smiling, “this is—”
“yeah,” megumi cuts in, voice quiet but firm. “we should go.”
the guy stands awkwardly, muttering something about “didn’t mean to interrupt,” before leaving. you look up at megumi, confused. he avoids your eyes for a second, then sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.
“i know it’s stupid,” he mutters. “you can talk to whoever you want. i just… didn’t like how he looked at you.”
you tilt your head, smiling softly.
“megumi,”
he glances down, finally meeting your gaze, and his hand finds yours, shy, but deliberate.
“i just like knowing you’re with me,” he says quietly. “makes everything feel right.”
ryomen sukuna
it’s late at a crowded bar, loud music, and someone bold enough to strike up a conversation with you while sukunas across the room. you can feel his gaze before you even see him, like a static charge under your skin.
you laugh politely at something the guy says, but then sukunas suddenly there, his presence like a shadow cutting through noise. he slips behind you, one hand gripping your chin gently but firmly, tilting your face up toward him.
“he done talkin?” he asks lowly, not looking at you, but at the guy a smile that’s all teeth. “because i think you’ve talked enough.”
the guy swallows hard and walks off without another word. sukuna thumb drags lightly across your jaw before he lets go.
“you shouldn’t look at people like that,” he says, tone softer now, though the edge remains. “you don’t realize how tempting you are, do you?”
you roll your eyes, but his hand lingers at your waist as he pulls you close.
“relax,” he mutters against your ear. “i’m not mad. just reminding you who you belong to.”
Gen Narumi (鳴海 弦) - Kaijuu 8-gou - Episode - 13
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