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[erravity]

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My Hero Academia

highschool sweethearts — Izuku Midoriya

Baker’s goods — a spoiler to my Wattpad fanfic

the art of beauty — Katsuki Bakugou

asks/requests : open

nothing overly sexual! I’m okay with slightly suggestive, but no smut plz!!

I’m open to suggestions of other shows/animes

[allroadstobeatopia]

.✦ ݁˖ Is this what I think or is it just me? ⤷ 3 times Megumi Fushiguro made it kinda obvious he likes you (wc 2.2k)

"Oh yea Fushiguro is definitely into you."

Yuji looked over to Nobara for confirmation, to which she nodded without hesitation.

"I don't think so, he's like giving me mixed signals." You thought back to all the times you interacted with Megumi, you were even starting to doubt whether you two were close enough for you to call him that.

"Dude have you not seen how he's always making heart eyes at you? He looks at you like this."

Yuji tried demonstrating by resting his eyes and staring off into the distance but it looked more like he was constipated (Nobaras words not yours.) It took a good five seconds before he finally went back to normal.

(Probably would've went on longer if nobara didn't smack him)

"Hey! What was that for?"

"This is why girls don't like you."

"Are you even popular enough to talk-?"

Now it was your turn to hit them both. "Focus guys, please."

Nobara sighed and turned back to you. She couldn't believe how oblivious you were. "Remember that time we all went to get sushi with Gojo?"

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

After a particularly rough mission, your sensei was kind enough to take the four of you out to get something as a reward. Unfortunately it was pretty late so the only place left was a run down one hidden in the side of an alleyway.

The first sign to get out probably should've been the smell of rust the moment the door opened. But of course Gojo insisted it was okay (it was not).

You ordered a hand roll and sashimi, and Megumi ordered the same. You two shared a look when the food came out, but he reassured that if you took a bite, he would too.

So when the salmon touched your lips, everything was okay-or at least that's what you thought.

The texture was akin to overcooked noodles, way too mushy and exactly how salmon shouldn't taste. Before you knew it, your feet carried you to the bathroom and you were doubling over the toilet in no time.

By the time you got back, everyone was still there except for Megumi, his spot was empty

Apparently he had stepped out when he noticed you were heading towards the bathroom with a hand clamped over your mouth. Minutes later he came back with a bottle of fresh water.

"Drink. I don't trust the water here." He said as he nudged the bottle against your lips.

"Thanks Megu- ah I mean thanks Fushiguro" You lowered your head and took a sip, not noticing the slight tint of red appearing on his face when your fingers brushed.

"Megumi is fine."

You giggled, still ignorant to the stares of your sensei and your two friends, jaws all wide open.

Is Megumi Fushiguro blushing!?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

"Well that was only one time!" you snapped out of it and turned back to the present. Well at least now you know he's okay with getting called by his first name.

You turned back to your bickering friends, now that you think about it, it didn't make sense how Yuji and Nobara bicker so much, they basically share the same brain cell.

"One time? No way! Remember when that barista tried hitting on you at the coffee shop?" The pink boy's eyebrow raised up in a hint hint wink wink way and then he tried to actually wink. yikes

"Never do that again. But Itadori has a point. That barista was scared so badly I heard he quit like right after," Nobara added

Was Megumi that scary? He never came off as scary to you though.

"Well yea cause he's like obsessed with you."

Shoot did you say that out loud? anyways..

"I thought the barista got fired cause he made all of our drinks wrong."

"Because Fushiguro scared him half to death!!!"

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

It was the hottest day of the year, summer meant your teacher was able to get the students to have less missions so you had some free time. Currently you were standing next to Megumi after Yuji had screamed for you all when he thought his friend got hit on. A bruise was forming from where Megumi had smacked him, ouch!

Nobara and Gojo had walked off somewhere, you were thinking of going with them to cool off in your dorm until Megumi pointed out there was a coffee shop nearby with decent drinks.

It sounded perfect so you texted all of them to meet you both there.

Naturally, being there early meant you went up to order while Megumi secured a table for the five of you. The line wasn't too long so you were able to get to the front quickly.

Your hand reached for your pocket to pay but the cute barista looked up from writing his number on your cup and told you it was on the house.

"Really? Thanks so much!"

"Yea of course! Hey actually do you have a boyfriend? I think you're really pretty and.." his words trailed off when he noticed dark eyes burning holes into his soul.

"Huh? What's wrong?" You turned around but found nothing except Megumi's normal resting face. He was so focused on stopping you from getting hit on that he didn't even notice his two friends and teacher staring from afar.

They had came in and looked for the two of you before Yuji pointed out where you were at the front.

There was a silence between the three until Nobara spoke up.

"So we all saw that?"

"Yeah." "Definitely."

The three turned back to the situation and noticed the barista still smiling nervously while holding your cups. You noticed it was a bit awkward and chuckled nervously.

"Oh hey they're here! Let's go-"

Say less, Megumi thought and dragged you away.

Moments later the same barista came over with all five drinks, when he noticed the same dark pair of eyes glaring at him, there was a visible nervousness on his face as he gulped.

"Here are your d - drinks, enjoy..!"

The moment he turned to walk away, the barista felt his heart drop when Megumi called out to him.

"Hey dude, these drinks are all wrong."

You leaned over Megumi and took a closer look at the drinks that were set down, the tint on Megumi's face didn't go unnoticed by your friends across from you, your teacher was already giggling.

"Yeah he's right, these aren't what we ordered at all."

The barista mumbled a quick apology and sprinted back to the machines behind the counter. You sighed and sat back down in your seat.

"Well that was weird, hey why are you all looking at me like that?"

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

"Y'know that was kinda hilarious, who knew Megumi could get all flustered like that"

You, Yuji, and Nobara all turned at the new voice joining the conversation. Looks like your sensei Gojo is here, how long has he been standing there?

He took a seat next to Yuji, across from you and Nobara. Seems like he was quite a gossip too, it didn't help when he agreed with your friends that Megumi was definitely down bad for you.

"Once I caught him staring at his phone for 10 minutes after he got a goodnight text with a heart from you."

"Hey I text him that every night!"

"Bingo."

#whatdatmean

At this point you were still in denial, there was no way the guy that's reticent towards others would be doting on you this much.

"Guys Megumi isn't into me, he's just a very good friend, a friend that I see as a friend because he's a close friend of mine and he's just a friend because he's a friend that I really like and-"

oh.

Nobara was smirking at you, "Are you trying to convince us or yourself?

Yuji was about to speak up, but he paused when he noticed a shadowy figure walking past the classroom window. A figure that seems oddly resemblant to his dark haired close friend. The four of you turned towards the window. It wasn't too hard to make out who it was by the spiky hair, for some reason the figure had his collar up.

Now you broke the silence, "Hey when was the last time we saw Megumi with his collar down? Is he not overheating like that?"

Yuji laughed and brushed it off, "He'll be fine, of course you're worried about him."

You felt your face heating up in embarrassment when the others started laughing too, so maybe you did like him. He really was an altruistic person, and a sweetheart especially to you: even if he wasn't great at sharing his feelings.

If only your friends would quit making their points more clear than it already is.

"Hey remember that time he started stuttering at movie night after you started laying on his shoulder?"

Too busy being engrossed in his story telling, Yuji didn't notice the door opening behind and a very irritated fushiguro walking in.

"Hey why'd you guys stop talking-?" SMACK

"Quit talking about me."

Nobara muttered something about stupid boys and going to bed as she walked away. Gojo then suddenly decided annoying Nanami sounded like a great idea and left the room. Yuji said he was heading to shoko because he felt a bump growing where Megumi had smacked him, making it so only the two of you left in the room.

Was this by chance or fate? (Or your friends' evil plan all along? as they snickered outside)

"Did you just get back from a mission? I haven't seen you all day."

Without thinking you had reached out and pulled his collar down, revealing the lower half of his face. He let out a noise of surprise but let it stay down.

Gosh he looked adorable like this.

"Yeah, second grade just outside the city. I picked something up for you too,"

so cute

"That's sweet, walk me back to my dorm Megumi?"

"Oh I- uhm sure"

The walk back was a bit awkward, he was so close next to you he didn't know what to do. His eyes drifted all around the place before finding its spot on your face. It was nice that it was so dark, means it'd be less obvious the fact he was staring.

Though it definitely caught him off guard when he found you already staring at him, lips curled up at corners. He should feel embarrassed, but why did it feel so great when your eyes met out of the blue?

You were feeling happier now, finally listening to the he likes you allegations. You could ask him out right now, it's worth a shot right?

Though you did wanna hear him say the love that he is feeling is true. Maybe you could make plans right now! There's lots of things you could do: go on a picnic, relax at the beach, go out for good quality sushi, there's only so many! And what would your friends say?

"Wow who knew Fushiguro had a heart!!" or "Ugh finally took you too long enough" or-

"We're here."

The sound of Megumi's voice made you jump, you blinked and suddenly the two of you arrived at your dorm, tsk some more time to daydream would've been nice.

"Thanks for walking me back Megumi...wait hey are you free on Tuesday, we could go out? You can pick the place, or I can, whatever you want!"

There was a slight pause until he slowly nodded his head, "Yea...yeah that sounds nice."

"Great! It's a date!"

....

Another awkward silence, geez.

Suddenly Megumi reached in his pocket and pulled out a hair clip-the gift he mentioned earlier. His fingers softly brushed your front pieces to the side as he clipped the little pompompurin onto your hair.

"You look pretty with it."

It took everything inside you not to explode right that instant, if your face wasn't red before it definitely is now. You opened your mouth and thanked him, and just when you thought it couldn't get any better

His finger lifted up and pointed behind you. You turned around expectantly but found nothing, only when you felt a light peck on your cheek did you finally understand.

You giggled, "Megu-" and he was already speed walking down the hall.

"Goodnight Megumi!" you yelled after the faint of his shadow as it disappeared.

You kinda wished you got to kiss him back, but on the bright side your friends were probably right,

Megumi Fushiguro does indeed like you.

Now the only thing left is to do is wonder when he'll officially ask you to be his girlfriend...!

this was so fun to write 🥹🥳 prolly one of my favs out of my pile of drafts !!

sorry if this is ooc!

[shiruigami]

IS YOUR SISTER HOME?

gojo satoru, nanami kento & sukuna ryomen are your brother’s best friends who totally don’t have the hots for you... 🤫

warnings + additional tags: language, crude humor, crack fic, tiny haikyuu & genshin impact crossover

geto’s little sis universe : i / ii / iii

[erravity]

hi guys!! I'm back to writing after a VERYYYY long and needed break. A lot of things happened, and now that I'm done getting over it all, I'm feeling very motivated to write again. (also sosososo sorry to the anon that requested something in January ily and I'm working on it now!!!!!) (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

[mokkiaun]

mr. serious ! | thirdyear!iida | smau ╱ fluff

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[erravity]

the art of beauty

summary: In his anger management class, they’re all prompted to draw portraits, something that makes themselves calm. Why does he only envision the girl next door?

Anger management was not something Katsuki Bakugou believed in.

At least, not in the way it was being presented to him now.

The classroom was quiet in an unnatural way, the kind enforced by soft voices and chairs arranged in a circle. It made him restless. His leg bounced, foot tapping against the tile as he glared holes into the opposite wall, arms folded tight across his chest.

He had already decided this was a waste of time, another requirement forced on him because the faculty thought they could put him into “media training for the future.”

The counselor cleared her throat gently, clipboard resting in her lap.

“Today,” she said, “we’ll be doing a calming exercise. I want everyone to draw a portrait of something that helps you feel at ease.”

Katsuki scoffed quietly, leaning back in his chair as sketchbooks were passed around the circle. As if this was a kindergarten lesson. If he wanted to draw he’d go to the nearest daycare.

Still, the room slowly filled with the soft scratch of pencils. No one spoke. Reluctantly, Katsuki picked up the pencil.

His mind immediately reached for the obvious. Training grounds at sunrise. His quirk, maybe. The satisfying burn in his muscles after pushing himself past his limits.

None of it sounded good enough.

Instead, his thoughts shifted.

The realization irritated him enough that his grip tightened around the pencil. He frowned at the blank page. Of all things why you?

You were nothing special. Just the girl who lived beside him in the dorms. The muffled sounds through the wall at night. Your door opening just as his did in the mornings. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, as if you knew something about him that no one else did.

The pencil touched the page. He simply let muscle memory take over, sketching the slope of your shoulders, the way he always saw them when you leaned against your doorway to talk to him. He added the fall of your hair next, remembering how it framed your face, how it never quite sat the same way twice.

He didn’t notice at first. Only when his strokes slowed did he realize his breathing had evened out, his leg no longer bounced beneath the desk. The tension that usually sat tight in his chest loosened.

Your eyes took the longest.

He hesitated there, pencil hovering, brow furrowed. He remembered the way you looked at him, not as if you were ever scared. Like you weren’t bracing for him to explode.

By the time the counselor spoke again, the drawing was finished.

“Katsuki,” she said gently. “Would you like to share with the group?”

He stiffened immediately.

“No,” he snapped, flipping the sketchbook shut with more force than necessary.

She didn’t argue, just nodded.

When class ended, Katsuki shoved the sketchbook into his bag and left quickly, irritation creeping back in. The hallway were noisy, per usual.

And then he saw you. You were standing outside your room, stepping out of the door. When you noticed him, your expression brightened.

“Hey,” you said. “How was your class?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His hand tightened around the strap of his bag. “…fucking stupid,” he muttered finally.

You smiled anyway, unbothered, and stepped around him to let him pass.

And as he walked into his room, his breath finally exhaled. And the sketchbook was thrown to the back of his closet.

[beachtears]

falling asleep on izuku midoriya

The stress of finals was almost too much to handle. You were a good student, always consistently ranking in the upper percentages of your class, but the piling up of assignments and the exams that were continuously being added onto your schedule were beginning to get the better of you.

You were not a walking zombie, but the evidence of too many hours spent studying into the night were obvious, but the fear of scoring too low overpowered most rational thoughts, so when Izuku Midoriya offered to study with you for a subject you had been loudly complaining about, you agreed. The two of you were both strong in different subjects, and so it seemed like a mutually beneficial agreement.

So there you were, late at night in the common room, far too late, if you were being honest. The two of you were hunched over on a couch, the only light coming from the small lamp at the low table you and Midoriya had covered in papers. You were certain none of your classmates were awake, that the only noise in the entirety of the dorm building came from Izuku Midoriya, who was trapped in a futile attempt to catch you up on math that you did not even realize you never learned.

Midoriya’s quick paced hushed words began to blend together somewhere along the way, and it did not take long for your blinks to slow and your vision to blue. Midoriya would have stopped if he had realized earlier, offered you some of the tea he knew Yaoyorozu had stashed in the cabinet above the fridge, or simply encouraged you to return to your room and go to bed, but it was not until you were already asleep that he realized.

He was silent, scribbling down practice equations from his textbook when he felt your hair brush against his neck, and your head drop to his shoulder. Midoriya blinked in surprise, uttering your name in confusion and tilting his head. He lifted his hand to his mouth, stifling the noise of surprise successfully.

Midoriya’s heart was racing, beating so loudly he was certain it would wake you. You agreeing to study with him had been one thing, but he could not believe that you had fallen asleep on him. Midoriya did not exactly think that equated to you enjoying his presence, or thinking anything positive of him, but he felt some sort of honor nonetheless. You had felt comfortable enough to sit close to him, and comfortable enough to let the exhaustion overcome you in his presence.

Midoriya would attempt to stay perfectly still for roughly thirty minutes, until he leaned back against the couch, and quickly his eyes would shut as well, slowly, with a bit more fight than you had gone down with, and his head would loll to the side as well, landing perfectly on top of your head.

The two of you would be found in the morning, Ashido woke up early the next morning, and stumbled across the two of you with a wide smile on her face. She would not wake you up, but she would pull out her phone, and take a few quick photos of the two of you before silently walking back to the dorms and waking Hagakure.

Within fifteen minutes the two of you would be flush with embarrassment, standing up and defending the position you had been found in, but at least that night the two of you would experience a peaceful rest.

note: merry christmas guys! here's my little present to all of you!! (flashback to last week when I was literally dying studying for exams)

masterlist

[hinagiiku]

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who genuinely thinks your extremely strong and admires your quirk. dare i say more than bakugou?

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who used to go ‘i am here!’ and pretend to be all might with just you. kacchan and the others also wanted to play as all might so he never got the chance to actually play the role.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who is anxious about your reaction when he gets his new quirk. what if you think he faked it?

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who is grateful you don’t ask any questions when he ends up in the same class as you and bakugou.

you don’t question a thing. you’re just happy to have your friend in the same class as you. it’s almost like a streak now!

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who doesn’t get all flustered when it comes to you (..most of the time). but it did take many years before he could physically have a conversation with you.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who is still so thankful to you when you defend him from bakugou. he constantly defends others from him but they do nothing in return when the same is happening to him.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who always wants to return the favor to you for defending him so many times in the past.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who gives you long tutor sessions whenever you need just so you don’t fail midterms.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who grabs you and carries you to bed when you try to pull all-nighters. not on his watch!

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who jumps in front of blows for you.

‘i am here for you. i always will be’

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who immediately looks for your hand to squeeze when he wakes up from the nurses office. even if his muscles are completely torn, or he can’t move his hand at all.

you comfort him when he feels like he’s about to lose the battle between life and death.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who gets distracted during class staring at you. when and why did his heart start feeling so full just looking at you?

when aizawa asks him to pay attention, he starts mumbling apologies.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who can’t help but stare at you as you look through his notes on hero’s. his whole body feels like it’s on fire when you flip each page closer and closer to your own personal hero analysis page.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who likes that you're not just skimming through his hero notebook. you take your time to admire his work.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who suddenly needs his notebook back when you get to your page. you could barely get a glimpse but you do remember seeing a couple of hearts on the bottom right corner??

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who’s heart beats extremely fast when you casually sit next to him, hoping you don’t hear it.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who knows everything about you, and isn’t.. completely scared to hide it.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who tries his best to make you ‘homemade chocolates’ annually on valentine’s day. all because he remembers you whining about not receiving any chocolate but all your friends did.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who isn't aware but is the reason why you haven’t dated anyone before. guys that rejected you in the past just say that ‘your friends with deku’ and just that much gets you picked on. but you couldn't care less and defended him your whole life.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who is in shock when this valentines day you end up giving him something in return. a ‘thank you’ card with tons of words expressing ‘how thankful’ you are for him ‘always saving my ass’ and how he ‘doesn’t need to feel like returning the favor from all the years before’.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who rereads your letter before missions, exams, and before bed. it’s almost cringe on how much he blushes from reading the same thing.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who completely goes back to how he used to be when he first met you. a blushing mess. all because yesterday he realized that he does like you, but never really thought too hard about it.

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who needed the girl's advice on how to handle this!

after teasing him the whole ‘study session’, they end up telling him that he’s only this clueless because he already knows what to do. that he already knows the solution to his situation.

the answer was just at the tip of his tongue.

he didn’t have to impress you.

he doesn’t have to be brave.

“you already act like you care about her so much,” they say. “just stop running from it.”

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who thinks even harder after the girls told him that.

about the way he looks for you first. about how your voice steadies for him. about how he’s never once felt alone when you’re near. has he already been all lovey-dovey with you?

childhoodbestfriend!izuku realizes that he’s never once been afraid when it comes to you. his hands have been shaking, his heart pounding all for no reason.

he’s not afraid of failing, or getting hurt.

just of losing you.

he realizes that he never once imagined a future without you.

so when he finally runs to your dorm in the middle of the night and hugs you, he’s not thinking about anything or anyone other than you. when he finally looks at you, voice tired but certain all he says is:

“i am here. and i always have been, remember?”

and somehow, you understand exactly what he means. his muscles untense when you lean further into him, then retenses to squeeze you tighter.

“can i stay with you? and hold you like this for a while?”

childhoodbestfriend!izuku who refuses to let go of you after you’ve let him in.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

who says you’re complaining? though, it did make you laugh lightly when he quoted all might out of all words.

© HINAGIIKU 2025-26 all rights reserved.

i had this sitting in my drafts and i didn’t realize 😭 but here it is! i hope u guys like this one as much as u liked the bakugou one 🥹💗💗

bakugou ver. , masterlist here —> 🧁

[erravity]

this is literally the cutest thing ever awww !!!!

[falsedivide]

hii inuki (@inukiiexe) it's me again lol hope im not being annoying :D

well, just finished reading your masterpiece of a yuji au fic andddd decided I wanted to write this little drabble as a tribute to your brilliance!

loveeee, fivi </3

"Yuji, stop stealing my pokemon cards!"

You glared, leaning over to slap 14 year old Yuji Itadori, who grinned mischievously and hopped away with your Umbreon GMax in his hands.

"But whyy?" he whined, pouting as you grabbed the card away with a sharp glare. "You said we could share,"

You huffed, carefully slipping the card back into your bookcase, shooting Yuji a small, winning smirk as you hugged the book to your chest.

The boy's mouth tilted downwards in a sad pout, and you rolled your eyes, looking away from his puppy-dog eyes stubbornly. "I'm not falling for that again, Yuji."

"okayyy," the boy shrugged, leaning over to grab your wrist and pull you into the house. "Now c'mon, let's watch Endgame already!"

Your mouth dropped open, and you shook your head slowly, looking at Yuji like he just committed a crime.

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'!?" he cried, his lower lip jutting out. "We take turns choosing the movie, remember?"

"Yeah, and it's MY turn," you deadpanned irritatedly. "You chose last time! And I don't wanna watch Marvel again,"

"But it's awesome!"

You sighed. "Yeah, it's awesome, but I wanna watch the new Spiderman!"

Yuji wrinkled his nose. "Why that one? I like Toby Maguire's version better."

You blushed, averting Yuji's gaze, mumbling, "Yeah, but Andrew Garfield's hot..."

"Ew," Yuji gagged. Yet, he let you lead him into the house, that little, satisfied smile on your face as you took the remote and chose the movie. Because Yuji was naturally an easygoing, and kind boy. He didn't want to cause a fuss, and he especially didn't want you, of all people, to get upset.

You were the only person Yuji let grab the remote whenever it's movie night—even if he really didn't like the movies you chose sometimes, and especially not when Andrew Garfield was on the screen.

(He's never going to admit he was jealous of him though)

So Yuji still watched. He still listened to what you had to say about how cute Andrew was, and how cool he looked whenever he used his webs to swing. It came to the point that you gushed so much about the man that Yuji couldn't stop a slight pout from spreading on his lips—he almost wanted to be Spiderman on the screen, so that maybe you could be saying these things about him and not Andrew freaking Garfield.

Halfway through the movie, however, you began to nod off, until you actually fell asleep. Your eyes fluttered close, and your body slowly began to relax, a sigh escaping your lips as your head drifted down to lay on your best friend's shoulder.

14 year old Yuji Itadori froze.

His breath hitched in his throat, his body stilling as to not wake you up and he almost melted into the couch right then and there. Very, very slowly, Yuji turned his head, his eyes catching on the way the sunset rays shone over your locks, bathing your peaceful face in a golden glow. He could see practically every eyelash, could feel your slight exhale as you breathed, could smell the coconut shampoo that you started using after he told you that was his favorite fruit.

His heart pounding in his ears, Yuji lifted his hand, his fingers trembling as he gently brushed a stray hair from your face. Then he stilled, hesitating, until he carefully leaned over to press a light kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering before he pulled away with a light blush despite himself.

And at that very moment, 14 year old Yuji Itadori realized that he was in love with you.

note: credits to whomever the artist is for the spiderman yuji piece up there! i can't find the artist so this will have to do :')

to those who have not yet read inuki's fic from where this drabble was based on, find it here!

[mirawakestudios]

happy halloween 🌙

[just-jordie-things]

fuck it, i love you - okkotsu yuuta

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word count: 11k warnings: none really. reader likes lemon oreos bcuz i projected onto this <3 summary: (y/n) and yuuta get to know each other better over the phone while he's on assignment in africa. feelings ensue. more info: long distance friends to lovers, yuuta got that romance dawg in him

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[ and you know everyone adores you // you can’t feel it and you’re tired // baby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine // but it’s killing me slowly ]

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The first time he gets a call from her, Yuuta is a little perplexed before he answers the phone.  Of the few people he might’ve expected a phone call from, (y/n’s) was the last name he expected to see on his screen.  Nonetheless, he answered it right away.

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Okkotsu,” Her voice was so cheerful, he could’ve easily believed that she meant to call someone else.  But she’d said his name, so it couldn’t have been a mistake.  “How’s Morocco?”

“Morocco, is….” He trails off, fingers tapping a poor rhythm on the table in front of him.  Doing paperwork in a hotel room wasn’t ideal.  The desk provided was always small, and the chair always uncomfortable.  But it wasn’t like he had a lot to report anyways.  “It’s alright, I guess” 

“Alright, you guess?” She repeats curiously.  “Sounds like you’re bored already” 

“Bored-? N-no, no I’m not bored,” He stammered over his words, and (y/n) could be heard laughing through the line.  “I’m just, um, I’m trying to do a report right now” He said sheepishly.

Trying being the key word.  He’d practically given up ten minutes before he got her call anyways.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” (y/n) apologized right away.  “Am I keeping you? Should I go?” 

“N-no!” Yuuta squeaked, cringing at himself as he slumped back into his hair, covering his face with his hand as if there was anyone else around to hide his embarrassment from.  “No, you’re not keeping me, I… I have nothing for this report anyways” He explained.

“Really? Not goin’ so well?” She asked.

“Uh- it’s just- I don’t want to bore you with it,” He sighed.  “Anyways, what’s the call for? Isn’t it like…” He glances behind him at the analog clock on his bedside table, wincing when he sees how late it was.  “Three in the morning, your time?” 

“Actually, it’s only two forty-five,” She corrects with a clear smile in her tone.  “And aren’t I allowed to check in? You’ve been gone, for like, weeks” 

“Y-yeah, you’re allowed,” He mumbles back, face feeling hot.  “I just figured, y’know, you’re… busy” 

“Never too busy,” She half-jokes.  “So tell me all about it, boring parts and all” 

Yuuta’s brows pinch together, a small scoff leaving his throat.

“Really?” He’s unsure as to why she’d want to hear about the ins and outs of a trip that so far had proven to be pointless.  “You sure you want to hear about it?” 

“Course,” She hums back.  “Beats studying” 

So he complies.  There’s not much to tell, but he finds a way to walk her through what his day-to-day with Miguel was like.  Looking for more of the Black Rope.  She seemed to have some interest in the cursed tool, asking excitedly if it could stop the cursed techniques of even the strongest special grade sorcerers.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point,” He chuckles.  “But it’s been slow.  I’m starting to think this is going to take longer than we thought…” 

(y/n’s) a good listener.  She lets him ramble on even when he’s not making sense, and continues to prod and ask more questions when she comes up with them.  He thinks maybe she’s just stalling to keep her from studying, but he figures there were countless other things she could’ve done to keep her occupied… right? 

It’s not until Yuuta notices the clock and remembers the time difference between them that he finally stops his rambling and suggests they end their call soon.

“Ah- it’s late, and I’m probably boring you now, too” He lets out a light hearted chuckle that she can’t help but reciprocate.

“I guess I should try to study just a little” She huffs.

Yuuta scoffs, a small smile on his face as he picks up his pen and stares at the half-finished report in front of him.  Maybe he’d been stalling, too.

“Or you could just go to bed, cram last minute tomorrow” He suggests.

She seems amused by that, and when she lets out a little laugh he thinks it’s the right choice, too.  The noise comes out lazily, full of sleepiness.  It’s obvious even through the phone.  Yuuta wonders if she’s hunched over her desk, ignoring the textbook and notes right in front of her.

“You’re pr’lly right,” She murmurs, her tiredness even more evident in her voice.  “I guess I’ll go to bed then” 

“Okay,” Yuuta drums the pen against his thigh in an erratic beat.  Something about saying goodnight makes him feel a little disappointed.  

Until now, he hadn’t realized that it had been weeks since he’d casually talked to a friend.  Toge texted plenty, and sometimes he heard from Panda and Maki, too.  But this felt… different.

“Well, goodnight-” 

“And Okkotsu?” She interrupts him without realizing, quickly apologizing before she continues her thought.  “You didn’t bore me, just for the record.  I think it’s neat that you get to be on such a special assignment.  I hope that it gets more exciting for you” 

He’s thankful that she didn’t opt to facetime him, because his face grows so warm he just knows he’s turned into a tomato.  And something about sitting in his lonely little hotel room and blushing over such a simple comment is downright embarrassing.

He laughs nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt to relieve the heat on his neck.

“Uh, yeah, me too,” He stammered quietly.  “Thanks.  Good luck with studying” 

She hums.

“Goodnight, Okkotsu.  Thanks for keeping me company” 

The call ends there, and Yuuta smiles to himself as he sets his phone down and finds the energy to finish up his pointless report.

Talking with her had been nice.  Maybe they hadn’t become the closest of friends between him enrolling at Jujutsu Tech and being shipped off to Africa, but he thinks that could- and should- change.

He’d have to make more of an effort to get closer to her while he was away.

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When (y/n) calls again, it’s not so late this time.

Yuuta had just settled in the hotel lobby with his burrito for lunch, his only plan for the time being was to scroll aimlessly on his phone while he ate.  To his luck, just as he sat down on the stiff cushioned chair in the lobby, his phone rang.

“Okkotsu!” 

It had been a little over a week since their last call, and Yuuta had done his best to keep in touch with her since then.  A few photos of the wildlife native to the area that she seemed to enjoy, or a pretty sunrise here or there.  There were a lot of messages sent to her first thing in the morning, beautiful photos tagged with his complaints of being up so early.  It was the easiest time to use his phone, and he’d tried to make a habit of at least messaging her once a day.

To his delight, she always sent him a response.  It wasn’t always right away, with an eight hour time difference that was a steep ask, but she never failed to let him know that she saw his message and appreciated it somehow.  Whether it was an emoji reaction or a full text, she never left a text from him unanswered.  Strangely, Yuuta found this to be thoughtful of her.

“I’m cooking, can you believe it!?” She sounds excited, but the kind of excited that seems like something very wrong is about to happen.

“O-oh?” He stutters, chucking as he tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder so he could unwrap his burrito.  “What, are you not allowed, or something?” 

“Hush, I don’t let anyone tell me what to do,” She laughs at his comment, not realizing he wasn’t joking.  “I just haven’t cooked for myself properly since moving away from home.  The kitchen here is puny, though,” She mutters the last part.

The muffled sounds coming through the speaker sound as though she’s rummaging around the cabinets.  Yuuta tilts his phone away from his ear a little, the dishware clanking together more unpleasant than usual coming through a phone.

“But I thought it’d be nice to make a home cooked dinner.  I was going to make some for everyone, but I guess they already ate.  So it’s dinner for one tonight,” She explains.  Yuuta’s chest sinks with disappointment at the thought of missing quality time with his friends.  “Anyways, what’re you up to?” 

“Eating a burrito,” He replies dryly.  “What are you making? I’d much rather have that” 

“Don’t speak too soon, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a kitchen,” 

(y/n) laughs, and Yuuta does too.

“Just ramen,” She answers.  “Figured it’s best to start out simple.  Also figured I couldn’t set anything on fire” 

“Depends on how you look at it.  Setting something on fire while only cooking ramen might be an accomplishment, with how difficult it must be” 

He doesn’t mean to be funny, but (y/n’s) laughing again, and Yuuta smiles through a mouthful of burrito for saying something clever enough.  Pride swells in his chest the longer he hears her laughter turn to muted giggles while she’s pittering about the kitchen.

“You’re eating, should I let you go?” She asks once her laughter has calmed down.

“No, it’s alright,” Yuuta shakes his head even though he knows she can’t see.  “I’m bored anyways.  I was just going to sit here by myself and eat this burrito” 

She laughs again, lightly this time.

“Alright, then, want me to tell you about how hard Maki kicked my ass in training yesterday?” She offers.

He’d already had an inkling, recalling a harshly worded text from her followed by a photo of her left leg covered in blue and purple marks that were bound to grow dark soon.  He’d cringed when he’d seen it, giving the image a frowning emoji reaction before responding with, ‘Maki?’.  But he happily agrees to have her tell him the rest of the story behind the bruises.

He deems (y/n) and Maki to hold a far closer friendship than he did himself, so he knew that the next five minutes of ranting on her part is in good nature and she was only annoyed with losing, not necessarily with Maki herself.  That said, as someone who had dealt with the torture of training with her, Yuuta understood the feeling quite well.  He laughs when she talks about being thrown to the ground like a ragdoll, and he winces when she tells him about the absolute beatdown she’d taken.

It’s a gruesome retelling, even though at times she talks as if it was as casual a part of her day as brushing her teeth had been.  The life of a jujutsu sorcerer was always an unorthodox one.

“She didn’t even try to go easy on me, Okkotsu.  But, she did get me an ice cream sandwich with my ice pack, so she’s still my best friend, I guess” She’s only teasing, evident in the way she giggles.

“Yuuta” He says without thinking, having happened to swallow the last of his food and finally getting a chance to speak.

“Hm- what?” 

“You can just call me Yuuta” He clarifies, eyes darting around the lobby to be sure no one could see him blushing.  

His voice grows quieter as he suddenly feels bashful in the public setting.  None of the people passing in and out of the space pay him a second glance, and it doesn’t dawn on him that they might not even understand his language, but his body language says enough.  He’s tucked into the corner chair, hunched over and holding the phone as close to his face as possible so he wouldn’t have to raise his voice too much.  Not to mention, his face was turning a rosy shade of pink.

“Alright, Yuuta,” (y/n) muses, testing the waters to see how his name sounded.  It felt foreign, and it had the color in Yuuta’s face darkening even faster, but she seemed amused by the change.  “Ramen’s coming along pretty well, I think it’ll actually be edible!” 

She’s quick to move on from the semi-serious topic.  He’s relieved for this, and does his best to come across as casual as possible.  He asks her about the recipe, and she talks to him for a while about her process until the conversation somehow turns back on him and he’s updating her about Morocco.

Time passes so easily, Yuuta barely realizes that he’s been sitting in the lobby for an hour, not thinking about how she had finished her dinner and eaten it too.  (y/n) never mentions the time either, unknown to him, sitting on the counter in the common room’s kitchenette as she talks aimlessly about anything and everything she can think of.  Yuuta enjoys hearing about it all, the shenanigans that she’s been up to with Toge, the odd style of teaching that Gojo has, even just the simple things, like how yesterday it had rained.

There’s something magical about being on the phone with her, he realizes halfway into hearing about how she’d gone outside to help the worms back into the grass after the rainfall.  Not only does he lose time, but there’s not a dull moment.  Most of his days had become so bland and boring they’d started to blend together.  Besides the occasional sword training, he’d spent the majority of his time wandering about with Miguel.  It was starting to feel aimless, with every passing day that they came up empty handed.

Talking with her was everything but boring, never boring.  It finally felt like he had some company to get him through this assignment.  He hoped that this second call meant they could make more of a habit out of it.

“I should probably go so I can clean up the kitchen,” She sighs when she finally suggests getting off the phone.  It’s then, and only then, that Yuuta checks the time, quickly pulling his phone away to tap the screen before putting it up to his ear again.  “I think it’d be obnoxious for me to stay on the phone while I do the dishes” She adds with a chuckle.

His heart spikes at the idea of her wanting to keep talking, though.

“Y-yeah, that might be too loud,” He replies.  “But that’s okay, I should probably get some training in, or something, anyways” 

“Gotta keep up that Special Grade status,” (y/n) teases.  He’s grateful she can’t see him fluster every time she teases him, no matter how lighthearted it is.  He’s not sure why it sends him into a mini panic every time, but he hopes he gets a hang of himself soon, if they’re going to keep talking like this.  “Talk soon, though?” 

He’d really have to learn to get a hold of himself.  The short question has him beaming and nodding his head wildly, although the only people to see it are the hotel staff at the check-in desk who’d been peeking glances at the weird talkative boy on his phone for the last two hours.

Yuuta clears his throat before speaking, hoping to sound as normal as possible.

“Yeah, yeah we can talk again soon”

He’s not sure how well he does.

“Okay, cool,” The smile is evident in her tone, and in turn has Yuuta smiling too.  “Talk to you later then, Yuuta” 

Maybe he was just hopeless, but hearing his name again has him blushing and fidgeting in his seat.

“Bye, (y/n)” 

Even once the call has ended and his phone is sitting lifeless in his lap, with the rush of adrenaline Yuuta gets, one might think he’d just received the best news of his life.  Funnily enough, he hadn’t received much news at all- besides the fact that the worms on Jujutsu Tech Tokyo’s property were safe and accounted for after a life threatening sprinkle- so his giddiness was solely brought on by talking with her.

Slowly but surely, she was becoming his favorite person to talk to.

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[y/n]: need ur help, it’s urgent [y/n]: ok woah i should not have said it like that

[yuuta]: ??? are you ok???

[y/n]: need u to help me win a bet

[yuuta]: ._. [yuuta]: ok.

[y/n]: vanilla oreos suck, right? 

[yuuta]: this was urgent? 

[y/n]: panda said they’re his favorite flavor.

[yuuta]: oh god. [yuuta]: he needs a wellness check for sure.

[y/n]: THANK YOU  [y/n]: toge said his fav were the birthday cake ones but the vanilla weren’t bad. he’s still got the taste of a toddler, but at least they’re not his FAVORITE i mean cmon.  vanilla is just bad. [y/n]: i knew you’d understand me.

[yuuta]: ur right this was urgent.  i thought i knew them. [yuuta]: what are your favorite?

[y/n]: obviously i told them original.

[yuuta]: … implying they’re not actually your favorite? 

[y/n]: you’re asking very personal questions, yuuta

[yuuta]: lmfao [yuuta]: i’ll tell u mine if u tell me urs :)

[y/n]: u first i’m shy :)

[yuuta]: original are good.  but i like the toffee ones best 

[y/n]: interesting.

[yuuta]: so am i getting judged for my oreo preference, too? 

[y/n]: lol no.  ur safe.  for now ;)

[yuuta]: well we had a deal.  what’s ur fav?

[y/n]: … i like the lemon ones

[yuuta]: :o [yuuta]: don’t those come with a VANILLA cookie???

[y/n]: … [y/n]: maybe.

[yuuta]: ur ridiculous

[y/n]: but the lemon flavor makes it different.  it’s not PLAIN vanilla.

[yuuta]: can’t argue with u there

[y/n]: ya bcuz u wouldn’t dare :)

[yuuta]: no i wouldn’t :) 

[y/n]: mwahaha i have the big scary special grade afraid of me :)

[yuuta]: idk about big.  and the scary is all rika

[y/n]: does she have a take on the great oreo flavor debate? &lt;3

[yuuta]: … [yuuta]: she always preferred animal crackers.

[y/n]: &lt;;/3

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When Yuuta finally works up the courage to call her first, it’s been a couple weeks.

Which in hindsight, it feels like too much time has passed.  Even though they’ve been texting every single day nearly nonstop.  Yuuta had grown so attached to his phone it was almost becoming a problem.

Not that he’d admit it.

“Okkotsu Yuuta!” She picks up the phone with the same eagerness she’d held the last time she’d called him.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“I was bored, and was hoping you had something interesting going on,” He sighed, falling backwards on the perfectly made bed in his room.  Too perfect.  It was always annoying to tug the covers out of their tightly tucked corners to comfortably sleep at night.  “All I’ve been doing is train and I’m exhausted” He grumbles.

(y/n) hums through the speaker.

“Well if you’re that bored, I suppose I could tell you about a boy conflict of mine,” She suggests.

Just as Yuuta was starting to relax into the mattress, he felt his spine go stiff as a chill shot from his tailbone all the way up to his neck.  It feels like his entire body has been drenched in icy water, freezing him solid.

“It’s okay if that’s too… weird, though” He’s drawn back to reality by (y/n’s) nervous laugh, something he doesn’t hear all that often.  It’s strained and awkward, displaying every bit of anxious emotion that she felt.  

“It’s not weird,” Yuuta’s not usually very good at lying, people always have a way of seeing right through him.  He wonders if he’s only decent at telling this one because she’s not physically here.  She can’t see the way his face contorts as it tries to stay neutral, or how his fingers start to tap against the comforter beneath him.  “Boy conflict is… normal” He adds.

He’d meant that one, but she laughs anyway.

“I guess so,” She sighs through the speaker.  “But I’ve never really had any before.  Not like you get to meet a lot of people.  But… I guess I met someone..?”

Yuuta’s gut twists, and he wonders if he ate something bad with his lunch.  Maybe the chicken was undercooked? No, it seemed fine.  He probably just ate too fast.

“That feels less like conflict and more like interest” His jaw feels tight when he talks.  With his free hand, he rubs at it and tries to keep his teeth from clenching.

“Well, I am interested,” 

Distantly, Yuuta thinks he should swallow some tums before he goes to bed so this stomach ache won’t keep him up all night.

“At least, I think I am,” (y/n) sighs again.  “He’s not a sorcerer, I met him at a corner store I went to with Maki,” She explains.  “He was cute and all, I guess we had a moment over the energy drinks? It’s kind of a blur, I didn’t really pay attention until he was handing me his number and now I have this number and- I don’t know.  Is that weird?” 

Yuuta’s not really sure what to tell her.  He’s not really sure how he feels about it.  His gut tells him that yes, it is weird, and she shouldn’t be going out with some guy she met at a convenience store.  Anyone can walk into one of those, he thinks bitterly, his brow furrowed as he thought over her dilemma.

“Well, um, did he seem… nice?” 

The question comes out pathetic.  Yuuta’s smacking his hand over his face from how stupid he sounds, and feels.  

“Yeah, I guess” (y/n) answers anyways.

“Then I guess ball’s in your court?” The suggestion comes out more as a question than he means it to.  Yuuta thinks he wasn’t equipped for this, and maybe he should have told her it was a weird thing for them to talk about.

But he wouldn’t have meant that.  He would talk to her about anything, and he wanted her to feel the same.  He wanted her to talk about anything and everything she wanted.  Lord knows he’d take an interest in it. 

However the interest he has in this conversation isn’t quite like normal.  His curiosity is less genuine.  It feels like it’s lurching around in his mind, something disappointed yet irritable growing in it’s place.  He hates the feeling.  He hates feeling that way towards her.  Even if it wasn’t directed at her specifically.

“You’re right,” There’s more determination in her voice now.  “I should just text him, right?”

No, Yuuta’s jaw is clenched again, teeth grinding loudly.  He hopes she can’t hear it through the phone.  No, don’t let some stranger have your number.  He doesn’t deserve it like I do.

“Right!” His voice is louder than he means to, as if trying to overpower the jealous train of thought that runs through his mind.

He’s sitting upright on the bed in a second, still rigid and uncomfortable, but his anxiety makes him want to pace.  He needs to work off the awkward feeling in his chest somehow.

“Then I can see what he’s like,” (y/n) speaks as though she’s really telling herself what made the most sense.  Yuuta’s nodding wordlessly, his eyes fixated on a spot on the floor that’s growing more blurry by the second.  “And then if I like him… maybe we can go out or something” She mumbles the last part, clearly distracted.  

He wonders if she’s texting him now.  The idea of her reaching out to this random guy while she’s on the phone with him sends his heart plummeting to his already upset stomach.

Where were all of these nasty feelings coming from? 

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea” Yuuta’s speaking, but it feels distant, he’s not exactly sure of what he’s saying.

“Alright.  I’ll text him later, then,” 

He’s relieved that she wasn’t doing it this very moment, but there was still an unsettling pit in his stomach knowing she was bound to reach out at some point.

“Thanks, Yuuta.  So, what’s been going on with you?” 

It takes a while of chatting and pacing the room before Yuuta feels like himself again.  He’s lucky there wasn’t a circle burned in the shape of his track in the tightly coiled carpeting of his room, certainly he would’ve had to call Gojo for a favor if he was billed for such damage.

Eventually the nasty feeling in his chest settles and he’s sitting in the bed again, the notebook he was drafting up today’s report on propped on his legs and his phone at his side, (y/n’s) voice on speaker as she tells him about the rest of her and Maki’s outing in the shopping district.

As it always does, time goes by too quickly, and soon enough she’s yawning through the speaker and telling him it was getting too late for her.

“But thanks for calling, Yuuta.  I was starting to think you didn’t know phones worked both ways” She teases softly.

Had she been waiting for him to call? 

“Yeah, anytime.  I just… you know the time difference… I don’t ever want to bother you” 

“You? Bother me?” She giggles.  “After you let me talk your ear off about a boy, I don’t think that’s what’s happening here,” She tells him.

The nasty feeling swells again.

“Besides, you could never bother me,” She adds, her tone much softer.  Almost sweet.  Yuuta can’t tell if his stomach is convulsing or doing flips.  “But call again sometime, m’kay?” 

“Okay,” He says, hopeful, and just as eager as he felt.  “G’night, (y/n)” 

“Bye Yuuta, goodnight!” 

His phone lights up with the low battery icon once the call is over.  He’s slow to plug the charger into it and leave it on his nightstand for the evening, his mind still mulling over everything she’d told him.  Or more so, how he’d felt taking in all that information.

He couldn’t have possibly been jealous, right? Not over some random guy.  Not because of her.  They were friends, after all.  Friends that didn’t even get that close until after he left.  In his time at Jujutsu Tech he’d only spoken to her a handful of times, and mostly in passing.  It wouldn’t feel right to have something like jealousy spark up now.  No, he was probably just worried for her, seeing as he couldn’t look out for her when he’s thousands of miles away.  Yeah, that was it.

It couldn’t have anything to do with the way he felt his world light up when she laughed.  Or that getting a text message from her in the sound effect that he’d picked out just for her contact had serotonin spiking in his brain.  

None of those things were connected at all.

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The fourth time they talk on the phone, unfortunately, he has to hear about this guy again.

Yuuta’s not even sure he knows his name.  He thinks (y/n) must’ve mentioned it once or twice in their texts, but it’s never quite stuck, and honestly, Yuuta doesn’t want to ask.

Not that he cares- it wasn’t like that at all.  It had simply been too long for it to feel appropriate to ask.  He didn’t want her to think he didn’t listen, is all.

He’d called one evening when yet again he felt like putting off writing up his report.  It had almost become a habit to reach out to her as soon as he was stalling, or bored.  He didn’t have much to talk about, he never really did, but he had been eager to tell her about some new cuisine he’d tried that he’d thought she might like. 

There was a pesky thought in the back of his mind about her visiting him for a few days.  Only pesky due to how often it presented itself, even when he should’ve been focused on more pressing matters.  He knew it was bad when Miguel had taken notice and smacked him upside the head to get him to pay attention- on this earth, preferably, he’d said.

But he couldn’t help it.  The idea of having her here, for a few days or a few weeks, had become his go-to daydream.  He already knew everything he’d want to show her, the busy, colorful markets and the good food Yuuta hadn’t known existed until coming here.  To how pretty the beaches were at sunset, especially when the little hermit crabs would wake up and wander around the shore, he thinks she’d like that a lot.

Even just the idea of having her around to hang out with and chat about anything and nothing, just like how they do through their phones, had his chest buzzing with warmth and excitement.  Even though it was all in his head and logic told him she probably couldn’t make such a trip.  She had her own assignments and lessons after all, and technically he was supposed to be working.

Nonetheless, when he found himself getting bored, his mind drifted off to pretending she was there with him to keep him company.  Sometimes it even did the trick.

Tonight when he calls her, he’s kicking around the idea of bringing it up.  Maybe if she took it well enough he could reach out to Gojo about it, surely he had the social standing and the funds to let her visit.  His heart is thrumming in his chest just thinking about it, every ring of the dial tone putting him further on the edge of his seat.

It rings a total of five times before she finally answers.  It’s not all that late in Tokyo, just half past nine, but suddenly Yuuta worries that this wasn’t a good time to call.

“Hey,” He’s the first to speak, grinning from ear to ear when the line finally clicks and she’s answered the call.  “Is this a bad time?” 

“Uh, n-no,” She stutters back, voice quiet and a little raspier than usual.  Had she been sleeping? She speaks before he can double check if it was an okay time to talk.  “I’m not doing anything.  What’s up?” 

Yuuta can’t quite put his finger on it, but it certainly sounds like it’s a bad time.  Her voice is lacking it’s usual mirth, and she sounds like she’s purposefully trying not to raise her voice.  His smile begins to fall as his brain starts to stir with worry.

“Nothing, really.  Just… wanted to talk, I guess,” It feels a little embarrassing to admit, but for once, she’s not teasing him.  It’s strange, not hearing her softly poke fun at him when he’d clearly given her an opening to do so.  “What’re you doing?” 

“It’s almost ten here, I’m in bed” 

The words almost come out cold, a bitterness to them that Yuuta wasn’t used to.  If it weren’t for the crack in her voice, he might’ve thought she was upset with him.  But there’s a noticeable little hitch in the middle of her words that tells him it’s not annoyance he’s picking up on.

“Hey,” His voice is quiet as he sits on his bed, brows furrowing as he feels the mood shift even in a room thousands of miles away from hers.  “Is something wrong?” 

“No” Comes her instant answer, but it’s not remotely believable.  Her voice is so quiet and muffled it barely comes through the speaker, and shortly after he hears a shuffling that sounds like a heap of blankets being tossed around.

“C’mon, wanna talk about it?” He pressed again, dragging his finger over the crisp comforter on the bed to create misshapen invisible designs.  “What happened, (y/n)?” He asks again, voice softer than before.

The tiniest of sniffles could be heard, and his heart sinks at the idea of her sitting alone in bed and crying.  Whatever caused it he was sure he could find a way to solve it.  It wasn’t often that Yuuta felt cocky with his Special Grade status, but in this moment he was sure he was the most powerful person in the world, and if something had bothered her this much, he’d certainly be able to take care of it.

“It’s- it’s stupid,” The high pitch in the cracking of her voice was more evident the louder she spoke.  He’s worried she was going to leave it at that, maybe tell him to leave her alone or hang up altogether.  Then he hears a wobbly inhale before she’s whimpering through her words again.  “I’m so stupid, Yuuta, what was I thinking?”

His heart cracks with every word she speaks.  He’s not sure what put her in such pain, but he swears, he’s experiencing it too just knowing she was hurting.  He places his free hand over his chest to ease the hollow feeling that carves itself there.

“What d’ya mean? You’re not stupid, not remotely.  C’mon, y’know that,” He tries to keep his voice light and gentle, even though the growing put in his stomach had his throat closing up.  “What happened? Talk to me” He pleads softly.

(y/n) sniffles, before trying to even out her breathing again so she didn’t sound so pathetic when she talked.

“I don’t even want to tell you, it’s so stupid,” She admits.  “B-but everyone else is busy, o-or gone and I- I don’t want to cry about it anymore,” 

Had she been crying for a while? His heart seizes at the thought.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?” She mumbles.  Yuuta nodded his head rapidly in response.

“Yeah, yeah of course I promise.  I won’t laugh at you” He tells her with grave sincerity.

She sighs, breath still shaky, but she does her best to talk through it.

In a wobbly, quiet voice, she tells him everything.  About how she had plans to meet up with convenience-store-guy that Yuuta still hadn’t caught the name of.  How she’d taken plenty of time to plan out her outfit and put herself together, how in the meantime he’d been nothing short of flirtatious and sweet, leading her to believe he’d been eager to go out with her.  She tells him how an hour before they were set to meet up a block away from campus, she’d stopped hearing from him altogether.  She laughs humorlessly as she explains she’d sent nearly ten messages asking where he was or if he needed to reschedule before she’d dropped it completely and walked herself back home.

“No text, no call.  Absolutely n-nothing,” She mutters bitterly.  “But I don’t g-get it, did I do something wr-wrong?” 

“Of course not,” Yuuta sighed, trying to release the tension of his building irritation so he could keep his focus on comforting her.  “He’s just… he’s stupid, okay? I don’t know what his deal is, but you dodged a bullet, for sure.  If that’s how he acts before a first date, imagine how terrible he would’ve been by the twentieth” 

Surprisingly, he’s not terrible when it comes to consoling her.  (y/n) hums tiredly in agreement.  It doesn’t necessarily take the pain away, but there is some relief in knowing it never would have worked out.

“Yeah,” She breathes out.  “But… I was excited, you know?” She mumbles.  “I’ve never been on a real date before, at least I don’t think I have, but I think I’d know,” She explains.  “I just… I thought I’d feel normal for a night.  I- I thought he liked me.  I kinda liked him, too.  But mostly I…” She trails off, and they both remain silent for a few beats, each processing their own mess of thoughts.  “I liked the idea of being liked, I guess.  Is that selfish?”

“Of course not,” Yuuta chuckles warmly.  “Everyone wants that.  It’s completely normal,” He says.  “Besides, it’s not like you were imagining things.  He did have an interest.  Who wouldn’t?” 

The last part comes out before he can realize what he’s actually saying, and his face grows hot with the insinuation of his words.  He’s stammering to fix it, which doesn’t help him much, but he tries.

“W-what I mean is that there will be plenty of other people who will meet you and fall for you completely and y-you’ll be swarmed with phone numbers and people who like you!” 

He doesn’t mean to raise his voice, but his nerves are starting to take over as the word vomit continues.  (y/n’s) quiet as she listens intently, and the longer she doesn’t speak up to stop him, the worse his rambling becomes.

“You’ll have to fight ‘em all off, you know? There’s so many people out there who haven’t been lucky enough to meet you yet, and when they do you’ll get to experience everything you want.  You know what?”

There’s a soft ‘what?’ from her end before he continues on his rant.

“It’s a good thing your first date wasn’t with that prick anyways.  It wouldn’t have been fair.  It wouldn’t have been right at all if your first date was boring or shitty or- or anything short of special and electric, okay?” 

(y/n) still doesn’t say anything, but she’s hanging onto every word he says, even when they’re rushed and he’s stumbling over them, all of her focus is on what he’s saying.

“Because you deserve it.  And anyone who is remotely worth your time will know that.  And they’ll- they’ll text you too much before you finally go out, because they’ll be nervous because you make them nervous because you’ll be so out of their league, you know?” He doesn’t even pause before continuing.  “And they’ll pick you up on time if not early because they’ll respect your time, and they’ll have flowers- the prettiest, most expensive bouquet they could find- right? A bouquet even Gojo couldn’t afford,” 

She lets out a watery laugh that has Yuuta easing up in his rambling, a warm feeling planting in his chest in the hopes she’d smiled, even just a little bit, even if it was through her tears, he’d provoked just a little bit of joy from her.

“And… and if you’re anything short of completely swept away, then you’ll call Maki and she’ll come get you so you don’t have to spend another second wasting your time with a loser that doesn’t deserve you” 

His chest is heaving a bit when he finally stops, not realizing he was losing his breath the longer he rambled on.  His face feels hot as he processes everything he’d just dumped on her, and he prays that it wasn’t as pathetic as he’s worrying it was.

There’s a few small sniffles before (y/n) speaks up.

“Well, if you were back home, I’d just call you,” She says softly.  Her voice doesn’t sound as strained as before, and Yuuta hopes it means she’d stopped crying.  “You really think I’ll be able to find all that?” 

“Yeah, ‘course I do,” He mumbles back, although his words hold absolute certainty.  “Not a doubt in my mind” 

She giggles, a real little laugh that he can almost see.  It’s short and sweet and it has him elated that he’d lightened her mood.  He’s not sure what exactly he did, but he’s grateful that the word vomit was beneficial for once.

“Thank you, Yuuta,” She murmurs.  “You’re right, and, I actually feel a little better,” 

His heart soars, and he’s smiling to himself again with pride and relief.

“I’m still going to watch Pride and Prejudice before bed, though.  I’d already committed to it and I can’t just go to sleep now” She tells him seriously.  Yuuta laughs, falling back on his bed as comfortably as he could with his feet still planted on the ground.

“I’ve never seen it,” He tells her.  “But don’t stay up too-” 

“Never?” She interrupts with a gasp of shock.  “Yuuta, that’s criminal” 

He chuckles again.  “Is it really?” 

“Yes, very much so,” She tells him.  “When you’re back we have to watch it, okay?” 

“Yeah, sure-” 

“No, promise” She demanded for the second time that night.

“I promise,” He repeats, smiling to himself as his gaze wanders the ceiling.  

He couldn’t help but think that if she were to visit him, they could spend a whole afternoon here in this room watching her movie, probably eating snacks and making a mess of the place as they got cozy for it.  This room had always remained perfectly tidy, so much so it was almost boring.  Having her in it would surely brighten it up and give it some life, he thinks.

“We’ll watch it as soon as I’m back” He tells her.

“Okay.  Good.  You were on thin ice for a second, you know” She murmurs sleepily.  He can hear her yawning.

“Was I?” He muses.  “Is that what it takes to get you to hang up on me?” 

“Are you suggesting I wouldn’t?” She quips back, and he’s glad that her teasing nature has come around again.

“I’m suggesting you never have before” Yuuta shrugs.  His fingers are pressed firmly against the back of his phone, keeping it close to his ear so he couldn’t miss the way she laughed at him.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’re just good company,” She hums.  “But it is late and I want to watch this movie, so I guess there’s a first for everything” 

His face is warm and he feels full, like he’d just eaten a good meal, despite him having skipped lunch in order to call her.  Yuuta smiles lazily at the blank ceiling as he hums back to her.

“Alright, enjoy your movie,” He says.  “But, uh, you can call me again.  Y’know, if you… need to.  Or want to” 

There’s a pause before she responds.

“Okay,” It comes out in a hushed whisper.  “Have a good rest of your day, Yuuta” 

The time difference has his lips pinching into a frown, but he quickly tries to hold onto the last few seconds of joy he has while talking to her.

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

The call ends, and he drops his phone to the mattress, letting it sit forgotten beside his head.  He stays put in his semi-comfortable position, still staring at the ceiling as his hands fall to his sides.  His chest felt tight, and his mind a little dazed as he replayed the call over and over in his mind.  The hurt he’d felt when she was hurting, the relief he’d felt when she was happy.  It was overwhelming, the way his own emotions were thrown through the wringer depending on hers.

His heart was hammering in his chest so hard, Yuuta knew he couldn’t deny his feelings any longer.

He was falling for her.  Fast, and hard.

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[yuuta]: [attachment]: one image [yuuta]: i think you’d like these little guys

[y/n]: :D a hermit crab!!! [y/n]: so cute! can’t believe ur holding it, i’d be scared of getting pinched

[yuuta]: i’m special grade, i’m not scared of anything :)

[y/n]: getting real comfy with throwing that title around, huh? you must think so low of me, a mere second grade.  i could never amount to the *mighty* okkotsu yuuta.

[yuuta]: lol shut up it’s just a crab

[y/n]: he is super cute.  his name is yuu now :)

[yuuta]: bcuz u miss me so much? :)

[y/n]: bcuz he’s small and feisty.  that little claw looks ready to attack :>

[yuuta]: ok i’ll admit he did pinch me once. [yuuta]: but in his defense i did pick him up and i am a big scary human

[y/n]: lmfao [y/n]: i thought we just established ur small and feisty

[yuuta]: i don’t think i like being called small 

[y/n]: tiny  [y/n]: smol [y/n]: just a baby

[yuuta]: are we still talking abt the crab?? 

[y/n]: and maybe a little cute [y/n]: if we’re still talking about similarities :) 

[yuuta]: cute???????

[y/n]: when u first came to jujutsu tech u were kinda like a hermit crab LMFAO [y/n]: i think if u had a shell u would’ve lived in it for WEEKS XD

[yuuta]: ._.

[y/n]: :)

[yuuta]: ur being a menace today [yuuta]: more than usual

[y/n]: it’s bcuz gojo’s lesson plan so far has been fighting the air :/ idk how he’s a teacher.  i’m definitely not learning anything [y/n]: except that i might be able to take him in a fight without cursed energy

[yuuta]: my money is on u :)  [yuuta]: but also i’ll be there with ice cream when u get ur ass kicked 

[y/n]: &lt;;/3[y/n]: that’s my broken heart[y/n]: you’ve broken my heart.

[yuuta]: lol [yuuta]: but there will be ice cream [yuuta]: <3

[y/n]: …  [y/n]: ok i might forgive u

[yuuta]: is it bcuz i’m cute  [yuuta]: :)) [yuuta]: ?? (y/n) ?? [yuuta]: :(( [yuuta]: don’t ghost me ik ur not paying attention in class

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The tenth phone call they have, (y/n’s) the one calling him.

It’s one in the morning his time, so he’s sound asleep on the mattress that still feels stiff after about three months of him sleeping on it.  Every day he longs more and more to go back home to his cozy room and his friends and her.  

When his ringtone blares, a pretty tune that’s suddenly the most obnoxious sound on the planet, he’s awake right away.  Jolting from his slumber and reaching around blindly in search of the device.  He nearly shoves everything on his bedside table right off, his arm swinging with too much force in his desperate attempt to pick up the phone.

Even once it’s in his hand, it takes him a second to steadily press the accept button, his vision blurry and sleep still threatening to take back over.  It takes him a few tries before he’s answering the call and laying the phone on his pillow next to his head.

“Hello?” He rasps out.

“Yuuta!” (y/n’s) all too cheery for one in the morning, but he distantly remembers it’s the early evening in Tokyo.  His eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at them tiredly.  “Yuuta! How could you not tell me the good news!?” 

She’s yelling, and even without his phone on speaker he hears her perfectly fine just having the device laying next to his head.  It’s a shock to his ears, his mind buzzing as it tries to wake him up to deal with the noise.  But he snuggles deeper into his pillow, rolling onto his side to press his face into the feathery plushness.

“-was gonna wait,” He mumbles sleepily.  “Y’know, ‘til I was awake, ‘nd it was a normal time” His words are followed by a low chuckle.  The pillow suddenly becomes the comfiest thing he’s ever touched, and even the stiff mattress becomes a little more inviting.

“Wait?” She repeats the word before gasping dramatically.  “Okkotsu Yuuta, I had to hear you were coming back from Toge!” 

He chuckles again at her antics.  He’s still exhausted, but his chest feels warm hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Do you know how long it took him to tell me? Hm? He did charades, Yuuta.  Charades!” The image has him laughing a little more, shoulders shaking just a little bit as he listens to her go on.  “I’m terrible at charades by the way.  The whole thing took, like, fifteen minutes.  I was pissed he couldn’t just write it down” 

“Toge’s jus’ like that” He mumbles.

“But you told him before me?” 

Yuuta’s not sure if the offense in her tone is fake or not.  To play it safe, he covers his tracks.

“No,” He sighs.  “Gojo pr’lly told him.  He only just told me before I went to bed” 

“And you didn’t even text,” (y/n) huffs, but he can hear the laugh she’s trying to hold back.  He smiles in relief knowing she was just sticking to her bit.  “Well you better actually text me as soon as you’re back!” She says threateningly.  “We have plans.  You promised” 

“How could I forget?” He hums, voice low and growing quieter as his body beckons him to fall back to sleep.

“Okay.  Good,” She says definitively.  “I guess I’ll let you go back to sleep.  Sorry for waking you up” 

He hums in amusement.

“Don’t be sorry for being so excited to see me you couldn’t contain it,” He teases quietly.  (y/n’s) silent on the other end of the line.  “And don’t be embarrassed, either” He adds.

“I’m not embarrassed!” She squeaks, making him chuckle some more.  Maybe he was just deprived of his sleep, but she was extra cute when he was the one doing the teasing.  “But I… I am excited to see you” 

He smiles into his pillow, sighing contentedly into it.

“I know sweetheart,” He mumbles.  “And ‘m excited to see you too” 

She’s failing to stifle a giggle through the speaker.

“Okay okay, you’re clearly wiped.  I’ll let you go,” She says.  “Goodnight, Yuuta” 

“Night, (y/n)” 

He’s asleep before she even ends the call, drawn back into rest by the suddenly comfortable bedding and the sweet echo of her laughter playing in his mind.

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(y/n) had been adamant about having their movie night the same night he gets back to Tokyo.  With the jet lag and the time difference keeping him awake against his wishes, she was sure that having a relaxed evening inside would be the best way to ease him back into being at home.

Yuuta, on the other hand, tried to make it clear that they didn’t have to rush into it.  His flight would land at eleven in the evening, and he was sure he wouldn’t even be back to campus before midnight.  While it might have felt like early afternoon to him, (y/n) would have already had a full day of lessons and training, and likely be exhausted by that time.

However she was stubborn.  It didn’t matter how much he tried to persuade her otherwise, she remained certain that she would stay awake long enough to greet him and have a simple, fun night set up for them.

And who was he to fight too hard against it anyways? The idea of her going through the trouble and wanting to stay up so late just to see him gave him energy for the whole day.  He was smiling through customs, bouncing his leg waiting to board, texting her as much as possible before he’d have to put his phone on airplane mode, and greeting every employee and flight attendant with so much delight it was infectious.  He’d even gotten an extra package of goldfish for his delightful friendliness.

He’s as quick as can be picking up his checked luggage and rushing out of the airport.  Anyone who saw might have thought he was late, but in actuality he was trying to be as early as possible.  He’d practically crashed into Ijichi, almost racing past him, but just as quickly recognition flashed in his eyes and he gave the manager a bone crushing hug, forgetting his strength.

The man was alarmed by the affection, awkwardly patting the boy’s back before stepping out of the embrace and nervously laughing.  He leads Yuuta out of the building and towards the sleek black car that’s waiting to take him home.  Yuuta’s positively buzzing the whole ride.  It’s obvious that Ijichi is tired, it’s almost the middle of the night after all, but he does find some amusement in Yuuta’s pure and unfiltered excitement.

However when the boy shouts for a pit stop at a local twenty-four hour grocery shop, the man almost drives the car right off the road, slamming on the brakes and pulling over roughly enough to wake him up completely.  If Yuuta notices the harsh driving maneuvers, he doesn’t say anything.  Simply grabbing his wallet and rushing inside the building.  Ijichi swears all these kids pumped full of muscles and adrenaline would be the death of him.

Yuuta comes back with a full paper bag and a grin, thanking the manager as they continue the drive home without a hitch.

He shouldn’t have the energy he does when they arrive, but Ijichi watches in shock as Yuuta easily carries all of his bags and the delicate groceries and breaks into a full sprint for the dorms, hollering one last thank you as he does.

He’s unceremonious as he drops his things in his room.  There is a certain comfort in being back in a space he can contently call his own, but the welcome home nap he was so eager to take in his own bed could wait.  He leaves his things and is swept away by his own two feet as he hurries down the hall.

There’s the faintest of light peeking out under only one door, all the others tightly shut and seemingly dark inside.  It was past midnight, and there were lessons first thing tomorrow morning.  He’s hesitant for only a second as he reaches the door, but adrenaline takes over again and he’s knocking as quietly as he can.

He can barely hear someone inside, although he doesn’t make out any real words.  Just to be safe, he knocks again.

“H’llo?” A tired voice calls back a little louder this time.

Yuuta’s hand is shaking when he reaches for the latch and slides the door open, just barely peeking inside.

He’d seen (y/n’s) room maybe once in passing, but he hadn’t taken a real glance, and definitely never stepped inside.  Now, he takes it all in with his face lit up in pure astonishment.

It’s decorated with string lights, soft and twinkling slowly here and there.  Just enough to give some ambience without it being overpowering.  Her small television is flickering with the title screen of her adored movie.  She’s curled up in a heap of blankets on the bed, and for a few seconds he thinks she’s asleep.  But her head tiredly lifts to see who her visitor was, and like a switch, she’s full of energy.

“Yuuta!” 

His name falls from her lips in soft awe, and she’s throwing her blankets back and sitting upright, shifting to get out of bed.  Yuuta’s beaming back at her, stepping into the room and turning to slide the door shut behind him.  The others would be quite annoyed if they were to be woken up at this hour.

She’s stumbling a bit towards him, her arms outstretched and her face in a lazy grin.  It takes no time at all for her to cross the room and throw her arms around him to hug him tightly.  Yuuta’s careful to hold his bag of goodies to the side so they don’t get crushed when he reciprocates the tight hug.

He hadn’t hugged her before he left for Africa.  He hadn’t hugged anyone, actually.  Just waved as he bid them goodbye.  Hugging her now feels like something he’d waited for for ages, and finally getting to hold her against him has his heart soaring.

“You’re finally home,” She’s smiling into his chest, and pulls away only so she can grin up at him, properly taking in his pretty eyes and longer hair.  She’s just about to comment on the change in style before she notices the bag in his hand, and focuses on it instead.  “Did you bring gifts?” She asks with a playful smirk.

“Uh- yeah, I mean, sorta,” He stammers, his face getting warmer than he would’ve liked as he opens the bag and glances inside, suddenly apprehensive about handing them to her.  “It’s not from Africa, but they are necessities,” He tells her.

(y/n) raises a brow curiously, before prompting him to show her what he brought.

Yuuta’s sheepish as he reaches in the bag and produces a family size package of lemon flavored oreos.  It seemed like a great idea when he’d picked them up, but now he feels anxiety twisting in stomach as he presents them to her.

“Lemon oreos!” (y/n’s) nothing short of delighted as she takes the package from his hands, already peeling back the plastic to snatch one and take a bite right away.  She hums as she finishes the cookie, her eyes twinkling with happiness as she seals the package again.  “You remembered, thank you.  We’ll definitely finish those tonight” She says with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, I brought my own snack, they’re all yours” He says softly.  She brightens even further at the prospect.

“You really know the way to a woman’s heart, Okkotsu” She teases.  

After months of getting teased over the phone, he finally gets to witness it first hand.  Her cheeks are pink and her eyes shift between his and other spots around the room bashfully.  He wonders if she was always so shy when she’d teased him before.

His smile softens as he reaches into the bag again, carefully holding the other gift as he pulls it from the bag.  (y/n’s) eyes widen and her lips part as she takes in the sight of the beautiful arrangement of flowers he was holding.  It was simple, a pretty bouquet of lilies, lily of the valley, to be specific, she recognized them as the same white flowers scattered around the courtyard.  Her eyes were locked on the bouquet as Yuuta picked around it a bit, making sure every flower was perfect and presentable.

“It’s not, uh, the most expensive bouquet in the world,” He mumbles anxiously once he deems the flowers pretty enough to hand to her.

She looks up at him as though silently asking if they were really for her, her surprise evident in the way she stared at him in soft surprise before she finally took the flowers.  Her movements are slow and so, so careful, not wanting to bend a single stem out of place.

“But, still, um,” With his hands free Yuuta begins to fiddle, scratching at the nape of his neck as he struggles to meet her gaze.  “Y’know, I just wanted to… give you flowers” 

A smile breaks out across her face as she leans close to them to take in a whiff, soothed by the gentle, clean scent that fills her nose.

“I love them,” She murmurs, still staring in awe at the pretty arrangement.  “Can I take a picture?” She asks, and he nods wordlessly.  He finally takes in a breath of air when she turns around to grab her phone from the bed, not having realized he’d been holding it since handing her the intimate gift.

What he doesn’t realize is she’s bounding back over to him with her phone in hand, the camera flipped around so she can take a selfie of her flowers with him very much in it.

“C’mon, smile!” She giggles as she turns her phone sideways, eyeing the image of him with his blushing face and wide eyes, obviously caught off guard.

She snaps the photo when he throws up a peace sign and gives the most relaxed smile he can, his eyes closed and his cheeks undeniably pink.  (y/n) admires it before tucking her phone back into her pocket and clutching the flowers close to her chest lovingly.

“Thank you so much,” She gives them one last affectionate glance before tucking them carefully into a jar on her desk- after she dumped all the pens in it onto her workspace without a second thought.  Yuuta almost laughed at how quickly she made the mess and left it in order for the bouquet to have a safe home.  Once she’s sure they’re safe and sound, she turns back to him again.

It’s funny how out of place he looks standing in her doorway.  Long legs and broad shoulders taking up more space in her room than she would’ve thought.  She’d almost forgotten how large Yuuta was.  Somehow, it made it funnier that he looked so lost.  Like he didn’t want to take a step, and didn’t know what to do with his hands.  She could tell he was trying his best to come across as comfortable as he could, but she could see the wince behind his smile, and his slowly shifting feet.  

He looks out of place now, but she likes having him here.  She likes that he smells like sandalwood, and something sweet like vanilla.  She likes that he’s still holding the paper bag that he’d brought her gift in, not wanting to drop it somewhere in her room like a piece of litter.  She likes that when their eyes meet he smiles, and crinkles form on his eyes that compliment his blushing face.

She likes everything about Yuuta, but right now, she likes that he was the first boy to ever bring her flowers most of all.

So despite her racing heart, she decides to tell him so.

“I’m glad you were the first guy to ever give me flowers” 

Yuuta’s smile drops slightly as his face softens with surprise, eyebrows raising higher when she steps even closer to him.

He’s holding his breath again when she leans onto the tips of her toes and pressing a quick kiss to his warm cheek.  The feeling of her lips brushing over his skin only makes it heat up more, and against his will he lets out a little gasp for air.  (y/n) giggles when she stands flat on her feet again, her nose slightly wrinkled at her amusement at how easily Yuuta flusters.

She’s starting to think to herself that she should test just how much she can fluster him while he’s here, when he’s suddenly the one taking her breath away.

He steps forward to close the distance between them again, dropping the paper bag so he can slide his hands under her jaw, tilting it upwards so he can lean down and kiss her with ease.  A gasp dies in the back of her throat just as his lips touch hers, the hesitation from her surprise only momentary.  

For a soft kiss, Yuuta radiates so much passion her knees feel weak, and her hands are firm as they press into his shoulders, desperate to keep herself upright.  Even his hands are gentle, their touch warm and featherlight against her face.

She longs to press impossibly closer and explore his every last dip and crevice, but for right now, everything is perfect.  His gentleness, his sweetness, him, she couldn’t have hoped for a more lovely first kiss.

Just as the kiss was, he pulls away slowly, forehead still touching hers.  A short sigh escapes him before his lips turn into a smile.  (y/n) watches as his mouth stretches and curls, her own face mirroring the expression, before her eyes flicker up to his to see he’s staring down at her.

“Sorry, I-” He shakes his head, trying to find just the right words to tell her how long he’d been thinking about doing that.  His mind is too foggy so he runs his mouth with abandon.  “I’ve just really wanted to do that” He murmurs.

(y/n) giggles, her face blooming with color at the blatant confession.  It had her heart going haywire even more after the kiss, and any hopes of being the one to fluster him goes out the window.  She’s putty in his hands and he must know it.

“Don’t be sorry,” She whispers back, shyly averting her gaze, not that it does her any favors, he’s still cradling her face and keeping her so close that it felt there was no shying away from him.  “I… I was hoping to talk to you, um, when you got back,” She says, the grin on her face betraying her as she tried to casually mention her feelings for him.  “About, y’know, hanging out more, ‘n stuff” 

Yuuta chuckles at her bashful nonchalance, nodding his head back at her with an excited gleam in his eyes.

“I’d like to hang out more and stuff,” He hums, dropping his hands from her face and nodding to where she’d set up the movie hours earlier.  “Should we start with watching your movie?” 

Excitement flashes in her eyes as she nods her head back at him, before taking his hand and tugging him over to the comfort of her bed.

“Settle in, your mind is about to be blown by literary perfection and cinematic masterpiece.  This is their love child” 

He chuckles, falling into the mattress with her and getting settled against the mountain of pillows at her headboard while she searches her blankets for the remote.  His chest is still vibrating with adrenaline, but as he sinks into a comfortable bed for the first time in months, he finds himself relaxing.

Despite his body feeling like it was the late afternoon, he feels as though he could go right to sleep.

It helps when (y/n) passes out first.  Her body slumps against his and she snores softly against his chest.  It’s such an amusing sight he can’t help but take a photo for her to wake up to in her messages.  He pauses the movie so that they can pick it up from where they left off tomorrow, and then settles deeper into the cozy bed.

The comfort he felt with every text received from her, every phone call to keep him company in the last few months of being away and being alone, it seems almost personified now.  Resting here beside her, simply sharing the same space, Yuuta feels the same wave of relief now.  He can’t help but smile to himself as he settles under the covers, being careful to not disturb her peaceful slumber.

He’s asleep in a matter of minutes.  The warmth of her body so close and the plush mattress working together to put his mind at such ease he didn’t even notice he was tired until he was closing his eyes and drifting off.

It was good to be home.

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[ fuck it, i love you // fuck it, i love you // fuck it, i love you // i really do ]

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xoxo ~ jordie

a/n: gojo pays the international phone bills obviously so don't be commenting on it

[khotaru]

[jliaartz]

dude it's ending soon WHAT

[o0kawaii0o]

Deku :)

[erravity]

Baker’s goods

⇥ note: this is a spoiler/trailer to the fanfic I’m writing on Wattpad right now, I’m making this an x reader, but I’m not sure who the guy should be yet. I’m thinking Denki, but aaaa I can’t decide!!! (I really wanna do Katsuki but I feel like I can’t write him accurately)

Even with the warm aroma the shop gave, you couldn't help but not feel what you expected. The orange array of leaves blowing outside the windows served as a reminder that you weren't home, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

Maybe you'd get some sleep soon, even 30 minutes would suffice, but your brain was still running with anxiety.

Almost all the shelves across the store held various lamps, given that you refused to turn the actual light on, and the curtains were pulled all the way outwards to let in sunlight.

The shop shone especially during this time of year, autumn, when the winds snapped and the leaves would crackle under your shoes wherever you went. The bakery did good year-around, but especially in a populated area like this it's been doing even better after moving.

You turned around, the heavy waft of all the baked goods your dad started on this morning hit you at once.

Not many people stopped by today—luckily no one rude yet.

The bell hanging over the door rung, gently, but loud enough for you to turn back towards the door. "Hello! Welcome to our cafe. Can I get you started with anything?" The same automatic response slipped out, like every other moment you heard the bell ring.

You saw a girl presumably around your age, she had long black hair that she wore down, and a plain orange sweater hung loosely to her frame.

She approached the counter, a small smile crossing her face. "Yes, thank you. It's nice in here," her eyes scanned across the menu on the counter, her finger resting across where she read.

You thanked her for the compliment, waiting for her to finish looking.

"Alright, can I get a hot pumpkin chai latte."

You tapped that into the register, "mhm, anything else for you today?"

"Hm, not yet, thank you though. I'll probably be back later." She laughed lightly, you couldn't tell whether or not she was joking.

"I wouldn't doubt it, our coffees tend to have that affect."

You turned around to make the latte, but your dad had appeared and spun you back around, "go make a friend."

"Dad."

"Just go talk to her," with his stern gaze, you just sighed low enough for her to not hear then turned back to the register and walked up to it.

"Alright, my dad's getting started on that, it'll be up in one moment." You glanced over your shoulder and noticed him going slower.

"Okay."

You glanced around the cafe, noticing another group of girls passing to stop outside the door than whisper to each other, gazing in and dramatically gasping.

"Momo!" They ran up, almost slipping on their own wet footprints, the pink one jumping onto her back. "I didn't think you would go checking out new places without us!" She forced a frown, leaning over Momo's shoulder to make sure she saw.

Her face brightened up, gently pulling her off of her back. "Don't do that in public," she took a breath, the embarrassment leaving her tone gradually, "I was gonna get you all something after I tried it."

A chorus of "awws" and "so generous!" rang out. You scanned the group. All still looked your age, the pink girl, a girl with an almost grown out bob, her ends bumped naturally, and a silent one with purple hair stood close behind.

"Woah, you're so pretty!" The pink one announced, making you realize she was now looking at you.

The blush spread faintly across your face, you have been called pretty, and you still had the same reaction each time.

Freezing in spot until you reached the confidence to mutter 'thank you' or 'you too.'

“Don’t put her on the spot like that!” The brunette in the group almost blurted out. She looked at you, “she is pretty, but don’t say it so..” she pondered, thinking of the word.

The purple haired one piped in “abruptly?” The brunette quickly nodded.

Your dad then approached from behind, handing you the girl’s latte.

[levigarden999]

dumb!bakugo x reader °❀.ೃ࿔*

theme : you’re crushing on bakugo, but he just doesn’t get it ♡︎

you’ve been crushing on bakugo for months now, while mina and ochacha both have questioned your mental sanity after you told them about this. you understand where they’re coming from though – bakugo isn’t exactly the brightest or the most charming guy out there. but you just can’t help yourself.

often you try to follow bakugo around and have casual chat with him, even subtly flirt with him. however, even though how straight forward you try to be with your flirting, it just seems like this guy is completely clueless about the fact someone could be interested in him like that.

one time – no, for the millionth time – you followed him after another training session. he was walking with kirishima next to him, but you quickly caught up to them. ”kats, hey!” you exclaimed and touched his shoulder gently. you were blushing and your heart was pounding at the sight of his bare, round, muscular shoulders under the tanktop.

”what, extra?” he sighed and didn’t even bother to look at you, as if he was fed up with your antics.

”um, i-, i was just wondering, you wanna hit the gym tomorrow with me?” you asked. kirishima was snickering next to him, obviously realizing what was going on here.

bakugo turned his head to you, a shocked look on his face. as if you had done something illegal, asking such things from him.

”huh?! why are you even asking that? of course not! i prefer going alone, you idiot!”

yup. why did you even like him?

you often also tried to sit with him at lunch and 'accidentally' have physical contact with him. today you had abandoned mina and you were glued to katsuki’s side in the cafeteria, your knees subtly touching. he was sitting at the edge of the bench, so he had nowhere to move.

”have you heard about a concept called personal space? why are you acting like that?” he asked through gritted teeth, those red eyes piercing through you.

”i can sit wherever i want” you said back and held your head high, not moving an inch.

he rolled his eyes. ”ugh. brat.”

kirishima was sharper than bakugo (not that it required much intelligence to notice your feelings for him) so he easily noticed the way you got flustered wherever you were near katsuki. the way you held back your smirk whenever his shirt raised to show a teasing amount of his abs, or the way you blushed every time katsuki said a word to you.

”have you really not noticed?” kirishima asked bakugo one night when they were alone in the common room.

”yes, i’ve noticed she’s gone insane or something. such a nuisance” bakugo hissed and crossed his arms, referring to the fact how much you had been clinging to him recently. kirishima laughed.

”no, idiot. she has a crush on you. are you seriously that blind?”

bakugo’s eyes widened and a grimace appeared on his lips.

”huh?!” he snapped, eyebrows furrowed.

”yup. dude, you’re so slow.”

after that conversation, bakugo looked at you differently. he started to reasses the situations and moments you two had had together, and he quickly understood that kirishima was right. there was no other possible explanation to the way how desperately you were acting around him.

since then, he had been a little, a little, nicer to you. he didn’t yell or snap at you anymore – if he was annoyed, he merely grumbled something under his breath and crossed his arms like a petulant child.

he started to notice you were actually quite… good looking. the way your eyes sparkled with something innocent, something sweet every time you looked at him. the way your outfits during practice always hugged your body perfectly, the way you were so determined to be the best hero out there.

after weeks with his conversation with kirishima, bakugo became the flustered one around you.

you were blunter and more straight forward now since you realized he was finally catching on. your flirty smirks and seductive words about his appearance and the subtle touches to his hair and face made him feel like a little boy who had no idea how to act around a girl.

bakugo found a new attribute about himself that he didn’t like that much – blushing. it was as if he blushed every time you spoke to him and he hated the way he felt so awkward and helpless with you smoothly flirting with him.

however, he also loved it. he was curious yet also a little scared to see where this would eventually lead.

❀ part 2 here

[cherrieshalo]

fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine...

how i think mha boys would do this trend :3 if you want anyone specific pls leave ur character in the comments & i'll make more parts!

part 2 here!

katsuki bakugo would be absolutely smug about it once he realized what he had to do. he wasn't one to do tiktoks with you, but he couldn't say no to your pleading eyes. katsuki would grab you and hoist you over his shoulder effortlessly and flash the camera his midle finger before pressing the button on screen to end the video.

izuku midoriya would tug on your hand with a proud smile on his face to bring you towards him. he'd be a little shy on camera, but izuku would then grab you by the face and smother it with kisses as the two of you giggled. that's his lady and yes, she is very fine!!

shoto todoroki would gently grab your hand with a soft smile on his face and lift your intertwined hands up to spin you. ARGUE WITH THE WALLLLL I AM RIGHT. he is a fella and he is (gently) grabbing his lady because his lady is FINEEEE AS HELL I TELL YOU. shoto would know what he's doing, staring at you with hearts in his eyes.

eijiro kirishima would absolutely not even hesitate to lift you up into his arms bridal style with a kiss to your cheek. eijiro would somehow maneuver his hold into a fireman's carry just to show off to the camera (and totally not you. tooootally...) just how strong he was...and how good of a boyfriend, too!

denki kaminari would do that cute dance move where he'd pull you by the hand into spin, making sure you landed securely in his arms before dipping you low enough you'd think you were about to fall. denki would top it all off with a dramatic kiss before sticking his tongue out at the camera.

hanta sero would sling himself over you back and press all of his body weight onto you, no hesitation. his arms would be tight around you, swaying you side to side before lifiting you up in that position and spinning you around. he loves you to his heart's content and wouldn't be afraid of acting silly just to prove it.

tenya iida would politely wrap his hand around your shoulder. a little stiff, but he had the spirit! he would however very quickly pull you into a hug as he saw the face of disappointment you made, large arms wrapping around you in a protective hug. tenya would be the type to proudly show you off, whether in front of a camera or not.