The thing about my technique is I can manipulate the state of matter, altering its primary existence into pure desire, however I please. Sometimes towards myself, or some other configuration. Sure, it sounds lustful, and sometimes it is. But it can also be very, very painful.
✴Tsuki Koizumi is jujutsu high's fourth first year student. her presence is intoxicating, and she likes it. using her cosmic energy, tsuki leaves a mark on her peers. though, a certian raven haired boy seems to be particularly frustrated by her advances.
✴megumi fushiguro is calm, collected, and uninterested. that is, until he cant seem to understand why hes so drawn to Tsuki koizumi. He tries to keep his urges at a steady level. but will someone else get to her first if he does? these new emotions have megumi struggling to stay focused.
"My blush only worsened once I caught sight of his face. This guy was objectively beautiful. His eyes were far too engaging, shining in the summer sunshine, and his hair flowed swiftly across his forehead. God, he smells good. I thought I'd seen it all, that is, until he opened his mouth."
...
"I lock eyes with Yuji. He's wearing these poofy parachute pants with a sparkly tank top, his hair slicked up more than usual. He’s painted black markings across his face, probably part of his stage performance. They carve out the shape of his jaw and cheekbones. He looks very attractive; my mouth slips agape. He smiles at me in an assertive way, far different than his usual smirks or facial expressions. This one had pressure and intense passion behind it. I felt like he was communicating with me through only his face. That was a look of “I'll show you what I can do, try and keep yourself together.” I can feel my heartbeat in my throat as Itadori walks behind the drums, setting himself up. Choso and Aoi position themselves around him, with Yuj upstage, creating a V-shape.
And after a few long weeks of waiting,
They started playing. "
Megumi Fushiguro - University student
Yuji Itadori - Drummer
Megumi was used to going about his life in a simple way. He had his dogs, his camera, and a few friends. What more could he ask for? That was until those same dogs had other plans for Megumi, stumbling into a particular pink-haired drummer.
Yuji Itadori keeps it cool; he likes to have fun, make music, and overall have a nice time. With his show coming up in a few weeks, how will the pair's unlikely meeting change their lives, and their new friendship develop?
Intertwined with your pink hair - Saiki K x medium!OC/Reader
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"I spent the rest of the weekend sleeping and catching up on schoolwork. Teruhashi, Yumehara and I went for coffee, but otherwise I kept it chill. I thought about reaching out to Saiki, though I'm sure he heard my inner turmoil anyway, so it didn't matter much. I can't help but think about how he gave me that coffee jelly (which was delicious by the way). He knew I hadn't had it before, so did he offer it for my investigation? Or was he just paying it forward? I hope he sees that there is good in knowing this about each other. It was bound to happen. Whatever. It's no big deal anyway. I tug at my necklace as I make my way to campus. I have to admit. I've been feeling a bit off since it all happened with Saiki on the weekend. I don't think it's a bad thing; I just have some uncertainty, is all...."
"My blush only worsened once I caught sight of his face. This guy was objectively beautiful. His eyes were far too engaging, shining in the summer sunshine, and his hair flowed swiftly across his forehead. God, he smells good. I thought I'd seen it all, that is, until he opened his mouth."
...
"I lock eyes with Yuji. He's wearing these poofy parachute pants with a sparkly tank top, his hair slicked up more than usual. He’s painted black markings across his face, probably part of his stage performance. They carve out the shape of his jaw and cheekbones. He looks very attractive; my mouth slips agape. He smiles at me in an assertive way, far different than his usual smirks or facial expressions. This one had pressure and intense passion behind it. I felt like he was communicating with me through only his face. That was a look of “I'll show you what I can do, try and keep yourself together.” I can feel my heartbeat in my throat as Itadori walks behind the drums, setting himself up. Choso and Aoi position themselves around him, with Yuj upstage, creating a V-shape.
And after a few long weeks of waiting,
They started playing. "
Megumi Fushiguro - University student
Yuji Itadori - Drummer
Megumi was used to going about his life in a simple way. He had his dogs, his camera, and a few friends. What more could he ask for? That was until those same dogs had other plans for Megumi, stumbling into a particular pink-haired drummer.
Yuji Itadori keeps it cool; he likes to have fun, make music, and overall have a nice time. With his show coming up in a few weeks, how will the pair's unlikely meeting change their lives, and their new friendship develop?
Kusuo Saiki x Fem! Reader
♯ Chasing That Feeling - Tomorrow X Together
Synopsis: You're just so nonchalant, it's annoying. So much so that KUsuo Saiki accidentally uses his powers to bring you closer to him. Not exactly up with his morals but, he doesn't see you complaining.
Genre: Fluff? Sorta head-canon style.
Cw: Questionable Siaki. He's lwk crashing out. Mild Yandere! Saiki but it's not too explicit. Down bad! Saiki. Misuse of his powers (not like that).
Wc: 1.2k
Kusuo Saiki, who never really knew you at all.
He knows your name, obviously, but he never bothered paying too much attention to you. Nothing really warranted it, you weren't one of the girls Kaidou would bother, you didn't fawn over Teruhashi or draw too much attention on yourself either.
You were hidden, your friends could only be described as faceless side characters. You wouldn't be pestered, wouldn't be teased. You were just there. There to fill in the background of someone else's story.
Until of course, you met Saiki.
Kusuo Saiki, who took your desk by accident while trying to ignore Teruhashi.
He heard you before you even approached him.
Huh, someone took my desk.
Oh dear, he couldn't just stand up from his (your) seat, he needed to avoid getting caught by Teruhashi, and your desk was perfectly placed in the corner at the back of the classroom.
As you were walking up to him, he was already formulating plans on how to get you to go away.
Until he heard your thoughts.
Oh it's Saiki.
Interesting, he didn't know you knew him at all. You were a background character, why would you know him?
Actually, he seems pretty deep in thought, I'll just leave him alone, wouldn't want to bother him. And as quick as that, you backed up and took the seat two desks from him.
Kusuo Saiki, who since then, would only spare you a glance. Quick enough that no one would notice.
It wasn't like he fell in love with you at first sight or anything like that, that would be stupid. It was more.. grace. He was grateful that you left him alone. Something people nowadays can't even help him with.
Kusuo Saiki, who became more infatuated with you as time goes by.
Every "wow, Nendou is really annoying, if I were Saiki I'd punch him in the face already."
Every "wow, Kaidou's really delusional huh."
Every "wow, Teruhashi is really forceful today, it doesn't look like Saiki wants to hang out with her, why is she so pushy?"
Every "wow, how does nobody know that Kuboyasu was a gang member. Where does he even learn all this stuff anyway?"
Oddly enough, none of your thoughts were laced with malice, or hatred. You'd think them so extremely casually, like they were just facts. Like you were mindlessly making a statement.
He realised your intentions pretty quick, well, you didn't have any intentions, that's the thing.
You'd just sit there, in the corner, observing. Making comments that you'd say harmlessly.
Kusuo Saiki, who after a while, started searching for you even more.
It was like you were a second opinion. Always voicing out (or in) your opinions. Often times than not you'd be wondering the exact same things he was.
But then, the inevitable had to happen. You started to like him. Like, like like him.
He noticed how you were looking at him for a bit too long.
'The more I look at him, Saiki's really handsome.'
All he could do was let out a sigh, shoulders slumping down.
Great, now you'll be another Teruhashi, trying to grasp his attention and becoming more annoying as time goes by.
'Should I try to get to know him more?'
Please don't.
'Nah, I'll just watch him from afar till my feelings dissipate, wouldn't want to bother him.'
Wait, no! He didn't mean it!
Kusuo Saiki, who instead of you bothering him, he's bothering you.
You'd be wondering where he got his cute antennas, not wanting to ask him because 'well, he probably gets it a lot.'
You were frustrating. He wants you to talk to him, so why wouldn't you? Why are you so concerned about his wellbeing and comfort when he wants you to come up to him, and try to know all about him. Your curiosity clashed with your unwillingness to bother him, when you could just ask.
It wasn't like you were blushing and shying away every time you were near him, in fact, you were casual, you weren't pretending either, trying to hide your fumbling mess of a feelings deep in your head. You were, safe to say, unbothered.
He accidentally brushed your arm? Maybe it made your heart quicken a bit, but you knew it was just an accident (it wasn't).
He's looking at you a bit too long? He's probably just daydreaming (he's not).
He's following you home? He probably lives around you neighbourhood (he doesn't).
The guys that tried to talk to you are suddenly gone and were last seen with Saiki? They probably have some guy thing going on (they didn't).
He thought, maybe you were oblivious. A little stupid. But the more he observed your thinking, the more he realised that no, you just didn't want to pay too much attention to things that could be nothing (things weren't nothing).
Kusuo Saiki, who in the midst of his frustration with you, might have used his powers.
With his telekinesis, he flooded your head with his name, until that was all you could think about; him. It was a complete accident.
At least, it was the first time. The moment you went up to him, thinking it was some spiritual calling, you called out his name. For some reason, it sounded way better directly coming out of your mouth.
From then on he had gotten hooked. Making measly excuses for himself whenever he'd use his powers to get you closer to him.
He knows to use his special abilities to begrudgingly do good deeds as a consequence if he wants to use it for his own benefit. It’s just,
When it comes to you, he just wants to teleport you to his arms and keep you there.
Uhm, I mean..
He just wants to pick a part your brain and listen to your thoughts for the rest of his long life.
Uhm..
Kusuo Saiki, who, once you've known him for long enough, decides to show himself little by little. The real him, at least.
Kusuo Saiki, who planned to use his hypnosis to make you believe that he had set up this extravagant event to confess to you. It wasn't like him to draw too much attention, but he knew it would make him more likeable.
Kusuo Saiki, who instead, decided to use his hypnosis to make you confess to him, not very manly, he admits. But it's better than making you think he's someone that he's not.
Kusuo Saiki, who accepted your confession, a sense of pride swelling up in his chest when he sees your smile widen.
Kusuo Saiki, who doesn't mind at all using his special talents to make your life a little easier. Even if it inconveniences him. You're craving some coffee jelly but won't ask him because you're worried that he'll be annoyed since he's like, in love with it? He's already sliding a spoon to your hands and no, he is not in love with coffee jelly (lies).
Someone was mean to you? Oh no, they went missing!
Bad day? Whatever soured your mood never happened, actually!
You don't have time to spend with him? As if he's letting you leave his arms.
Kusuo Saiki, who just can't get enough of what you think of him, you're so selfless. So very nice.
Kusuo Saiki, maybe he'll just keep you with him until the earth blows up.
Not my fav I'll admit but it's okay. We learn as we go fellas.
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
“seatbelt.” he’ll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
“is your location on?” he’ll ask as you’re actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
“when i call ‘n check up on you, you answer, got it? y’know i’ll come find you if you don’t.” he’ll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever you’re in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when you’re strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sun’s golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when you’re tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and you’re just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go ‘oops!’ he’s already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because you’re bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or who’s ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he can’t help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties you’re wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
he’s suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isn’t so bad, he thinks.
