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First time using tumblr..

[higurmadollly]

Why does no one ever talk about how misogynistic it is whenever a famous attractive man gets a girlfriend/wife or even has female friends their entire fanbase is hating on that girl for no reason. But let it be a man and everyone will saying stuff like “yaoi!!!” “Computa well done” etc. The perfect example of this is jafaar jackson Everytime i see a video about him the comments always say something negative about fiancé

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I cant with yall. Yall are so sensitive over a tag. Its not that deep. Like you’re a grown ass adult crying because someone used an unrelated tag, please go get a job and get off of tumblr you fucking porn addicts. And yall saying “people will block you” like i said its not that deep, i deadass dont care who blocks me especially if i dont know you.

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so many people are trying to be nice, polite and understanding to you but you're just plain rude in how you're responding. Not only are you dismissing them entirely and not even bothering to understand that it's basic etiquette (why wear proper attire to a wedding when people can just ignore you? because you don't want to be a bitch!), but you are also tagging your posts with unrelated tags and ignoring the comments desperately trying to help you.

just stop, I don't really give a shit if you understand why you should, just stop. you're getting a bad reputation, and bothering random people for no good reason. tag properly.

Comparing apples to oranges.

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hi! you're new to Tumblr so I get making mistakes because how are you supposed to know what's right and wrong

please stop tagging your posts with unrelated tags, it's just a bit rude

How is it rude. Genuine question… people use unrelated hashtags across all social media platforms.

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SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEEE

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[higurmadollly]

Im so tired of tumblr bro. I was arguing with this girl or boy or wtv the fuck and this argument was WEEKS AGO MIND YOU and I ended the argument with “okay” and now this hoe wanna start again talking abt “you blocked me” like, i didn’t and so what if i did block you? Block me back… you’re desperate asf looking for an argument and you’re miserable cause you keep coming back to an argument that was so long ago just to start more shit.

Idk though maybe she js need help with debate or practicing to be a lawyer or smt

Also guys i promise ill update the story next weekend

[higurmadollly]

Guys im not really liking my yuji fic, im lowkey losing the plot

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Can the sun just explode already

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all i want is you (6)

content: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, yuji overuses reaction pictures, smau, slowburn, possible kissing, you and yuji meet through a mutual friend and become lovers... or enemies?, angst, fluff. Tips are appreciated.

a/n: GUYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE lmk if this is moving too fast to be a slow burn or moving to fast in general. this is also a bit rushed...

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Friday, September 28 at 9:17 a.m

He sat up in his bed rubbing his face as he exhaled slowly.

He leaned back against his headboard, staring up at the ceiling.

You did say you didn’t care.

You said he could talk to her.

Be friends with her.

So why did it feel like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to?

His phone buzzed for the first time since last night.

A text from camilla.

He sat up slightly, elbows resting on his knees, phone dangling in his hand.

Camilla kept typing like she knew exactly what to say—like she was guiding the conversation somewhere.

And slowly,

Annoyingly—

It was working.

Not completely.

But enough to make him hesitate.

Enough to make him think.

Maybe she didn’t mean it like that.

Maybe things just got blown out of proportion.

Maybe…

He exhaled again, sharper this time.

“…She told me not to believe her,” he muttered, remembering the way you looked at him earlier. Quiet. Trusting.

That made his chest tighten.

He glanced back at the messages.

Then locked his phone.

“…I wont fall for it,” he said out loud, like that settled anything.

But even he didn’t sound convinced.

—

11:36 p.m

Your phone buzzed, lighting “Bara🦁”

You didn’t even hesitate to answer the FaceTime call.

“Hello?”

“Wow,” Nobara’s voice came through immediately, dramatic as ever. “You answered on the first ring. What are you doing?”

“…nothing, just finished studying” you said.

Silence.

She laughed. “I know you’re lying, but okay.”

“Shut up.”

“So?” she dragged out. “How was your very platonic, nothing-going-on hangout with Yuji?”

You groaned, flipping onto your back. “It was normal.”

“Mhm.”

“It was.”

“Mhm.”

“…we got food.”

“Romantic.”

“It was sushi.”

“Even worse.”

You huffed. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re deflecting,” she shot back. “Did he do anything weird?”

“…no.”

“Did you do anything weird?”

“…no.”

A pause.

“…we sat kind of close,” you admitted.

Nobara gasped like you’d just confessed a crime. “SCANDALOUS.”

“Shut up.”

“Did your knees touch?”

You hesitated.

“…maybe.”

She made a loud noise into the phone. “Oh, it’s bad for you. You’re gone.”

“I’m not gone,” you said quickly. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you thinking about it?”

You opened your mouth—

Then closed it.

“…I hate you, we’ve only known each other a little over a month” you muttered.  “Enough talking about me, what about your love life.”

She hid her blushing red face from the camera. “You seriously think I have a boyfriend”

“Who said anything about a boyfriend— I know you’re lying and I’ll find out eventually”

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “What about Camilla?”

Your expression shifted immediately.

“…Yuji said she texted him,” you said, quieter now.

Nobara clicked her tongue. “Of course she did.”

“He didn’t answer at first,” you added quickly. “He showed me.”

“And now?”

You stared at her through the phone.

“…I told him I didn’t care if he talked to her.”

There was a pause on the other end.

Then—

“Oh, you’re dumb,” Nobara said flatly.

“I KNOW.”

“Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know,” you groaned, dragging a pillow over your face. “I didn’t want to seem… I don’t know—controlling? Weird?”

“So instead you lied.”

“…yeah.”

Nobara sighed. “You do care.”

“I know.”

“Like, a lot.”

“…I know.”

Another pause.

Then, softer—

“Do you think he’s talking to her now?”

Your stomach twisted.

“…I don’t know,” you admitted.

And that was the worst part.

Because you didn’t.

And your mind kept filling in the gaps with things you didn’t want to picture.

Nobara hummed thoughtfully. “He doesn’t seem stupid.”

“…he’s not… I don’t think.” you said.

“Then he’ll figure it out.”

You didn’t respond right away.

Because you weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse.

—

The conversation drifted after that.

To random gossip.

To school.

To things that didn’t matter.

Nobara complained about stuff that didn’t make sense.

You laughed about something dumb you saw earlier.

It felt normal.

Easy.

But every now and then—

There’d be a pause.

And your thoughts would slip.

Back to him.

Back to your messages with him.

Back to the possibility that somewhere right now—

He could have been texting her.

—

“…you’re quiet again,” Nobara pointed out.

“I’m listening.”

“No, you’re thinking about yuji”

“…maybe.”

She sighed. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

“You’re lying again.”

“…yeah.”

Another small pause.

Then Nobara’s voice softened just a little.

“If something feels off,” she said, “it usually is.”

You swallowed.

“…what if I messed it up already?”

“You didn’t,” she said immediately. “But you will if you keep pretending you don’t care when you clearly do.”

You stared at your ceiling.

That sat with you longer than anything else she’d said when an idea popped in your head.

“…Do you want to have a sleepover next weekend?” you asked.

“Of course I’ve been waiting for you to ask, your house right?”

“Yep”

A beat.

Then, lighter again—

“Just know, if he messes up, I’ll handle him.”

You huffed a small laugh. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“No promises.”

—

The call finally ended after about an hour.

Your room fell quiet again.

You’re screen lit up.

Opening your messages with him.

Still unchanged.

No new texts.

Your chest tightened—

Just a little.

“…it’s fine, I’m being dramatic,” you whispered, setting your phone back down.

But this time—

It didn’t feel fine.

Saturday, September 29 at 1:12 a.m.

You stared at the screen for a long time.

Thumb hovering.

Heart doing that stupid, uneven thing again.

You told yourself not to.

That it didn’t matter.

…

But that wasn’t true.

Not even a little.

You shut your phone off, a slight grin spreading across your face.

You could finally sleep knowing there's at least one person—

Other than Nobara,

That Camilla wouldn't be able to brainwash.

—

You turned onto your side, pulling your blanket up slightly.

Phone still in your hand.

Everything was calmer.

Because for some reason you believed him—

You don't even know why, just that you could trust him.

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[higurmadollly]

People who like naoya are genuinely weird for like a thousand reasons

Edit: Why are yall so pressed over a fictional character im crine

[willieverknowpeace]

don’t cancel me but yall ever read a ff so ooc 😭 listen im not judging but it catches me off guard sometimes. like why is neteyam, nanami or peter parker calling me “ma” or “mamas” out of nowhere 😭😭

don’t take this seriously pls

[higurmadollly]

The random aave im crying

[valleyofwater]

Tomorrow.

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That is not dababy

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all i want is you (5)

content: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, yuji overuses reaction pictures, smau, slowburn, possible kissing, you and yuji meet through a mutual friend and become lovers... or enemies?, angst, fluff. Tips are appreciated.

a/n: I had to proofread this a million times I hope nothings messed up. and the pink lace divider most of the time means a little time skip

taglist: (ask to be in it)

Thursday, September 27 at 10:15 a.m.

2:20 p.m.

You spotted him before he spotted you.

Leaning against the railing, phone in hand, hoodie slightly oversized like always.

And for a second—

everything from last night felt… smaller.

Less loud.

Less annoying.

Yuji looked up.

His face immediately lit up.

“Hey.”

You walked over, arms crossing slightly. “Hey.”

He tilted his head, studying you for a second. “You look… different?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.”

You rolled your eyes, but it didn’t land the same.

Not when he was smiling like that.

Not when things felt… uneasy.

Soon after, you both froze.

That voice again.

Nobara.

Standing a few feet away, arms crossed, watching the two of you like she’d just walked into a live show.

“…this is already entertaining,” she said.

Yuji groaned. “Fuck.”

You sighed. “You said you’d survive.”

“I lied."

Nobara didn’t move at first.

She just stood there, eyes flicking between you and Yuji like she was piecing something together in real time.

Then—

a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.

“Ohhh,” she dragged out, clearly amused. “I see what’s going on.”

“There is nothing going on,” you said immediately.

“Right,” she nodded, completely unconvinced.

Yuji rubbed the back of his neck. “Nobara, don’t start—”

“I’m not starting anything,” she cut in. “I’m ending something.”

You blinked. “What?”

She stepped back, already turning away. “I’m leaving.”

“…you just got here,” Yuji said.

“And?” she shrugged. “I’m not about to stand here and third wheel whatever this is.”

“This is not— Bara come on.” you groaned.

She pointed between you two. “You can lie to him, don’t lie to me.”

Yuji made a quiet, embarrassed noise. “Why am I getting dragged in this…”

“Because you’re involved, and don’t think I forgot about— nevermind… just remember the next time I see you.” she shot back, already walking off. “Call me later.”

Then, over her shoulder—

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

“I WON’T—” Yuji yelled after her.

“I don’t think she was talking to you.” you added.

Nobara just waved without turning around.

And then she was gone.

—

Silence.

You and Yuji stood there for a second.

Then—

“…that was aggressive,” he muttered.

“Very.”

Another pause.

Then you exhaled, shoulders relaxing a little. “Well. Guess it’s just us now.”

Yuji glanced at you, a small grin creeping back. “Yeah. Guess it is.”

—

You started walking without really deciding to.

Side by side, not too close—but not distant either.

For a minute, neither of you said anything.

It wasn’t awkward.

Just… quiet.

Easy.

Until—

“…we’ve been hanging out a lot,” you said.

Yuji looked over. “You just noticed?”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

You frowned slightly. “Like—every time something happens, I end up texting you and we end up meeting up.”

“And that’s a problem?” he asked.

“…no,” you said, a little too quick. Then softer, “just noticing.”

He nodded like he understood more than you were saying. “I don’t mind it.”

You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “I like hanging out with you.”

That made something in your chest shift—subtle, but noticeable.

You looked away. “You say that now, but in a few weeks you’ll hate it.”

“I won’t hate it”

“…you will hate it.”

He laughed. “I won’t”

—

You stopped in front of a small sushi place without really planning to.

“Why do we always go somewhere that involves food,” you blinked. 

He patted his belly. “Because food is delicious.”

“Im surprised you’re not big.”

“What can I say, I train and workout a lot.” He flexed his muscles.

Inside, it was quieter.

You slid into a booth across from each other, menus barely glanced at before being set aside.

“You already know what you want?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Same.”

A beat.

Then—

“You really weren’t lying, by the way,” he said.

“About?”

“Her,” he replied. “Camilla.”

You huffed lightly. “I wish I was.”

“She texted while we were walking,” he added.

You froze. “What?”

He held up his phone but didn’t open it. “Didn’t read it this time.”

“…this time? She texted you before that?”

“Yea, I didn't respond though, see look” he opened his phone to the messages 

“but I told you I got you,” he said.

You studied him for a second.

He wasn’t joking now.

No teasing, no grin—

just… steady.

“…yeah,” you said quietly. “You did.”

—

The food came, breaking the moment just enough.

But it didn’t disappear.

It stayed there—

in the way your knees brushed under the table for half a second before neither of you moved away

in the way he kept glancing at you mid-conversation like he was making sure you were still okay

in the way things felt…

different

not heavier

just—

closer

—

“Next time,” Yuji said, picking up his chopsticks, “we pick a place with dessert too.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re already planning a next time?”

He paused.

Then smiled, a little softer than before.

“…yeah.”

And this time—

you didn’t question it.

—

You slowed down as your place came into view.

Neither of you said it out loud, but you both knew this was where it ended.

For now.

“Thanks for walking me,” you said, stopping near the curb.

Yuji shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Obviously.”

A small pause.

Then—

“You’re sure you’re good?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Another pause.

You hesitated, then added—

“…and about Camilla—”

His expression shifted slightly. More serious.

“If she texts you again,” you continued, trying to sound casual, “you can talk to her— or be friends, maybe she actually does miss me.”

Yuji blinked. “What?”

“I mean it,” you said quickly. “I don’t care if you talk to her. She might not lie this time.”

The words came out smoother than they felt.

Too smooth.

Yuji studied you for a second, like he was trying to read between the lines.

“…you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s not a big deal.”

It was.

But you weren’t about to say that.

He exhaled lightly. “Okay.”

A beat.

“Text me when you get home” you added.

“I will.”

You turned, walking up to your door, forcing yourself not to look back.

But right before you went inside—

you did.

He was still there.

Watching.

You gave a small wave.

He waved back.

Then you went in.

7:29 p.m.

Yuji stood there for a second longer after your message.

Phone still in his hand.

Your words replaying in his head.

“I don’t care if you become friends with her.”

He frowned slightly.

“…yeah right,” he muttered under his breath.

Because something about the way you said it—

felt off.

—

Yuji sighed, dropping onto his bed.

His phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

He already knew.

Across town—

You were lying in bed.

Lights off.

Phone in your hand.

Screen still open to your messages with him.

You told him goodnight.

You meant to put your phone down.

And actually go to sleep, but instead…you were staring at the screen. Waiting, for nothing.

Because you weren’t going to text him again, not until tomorrow at least. You said goodnight, and that meant something, but still… your chest felt… off.

Like something hadn’t settled right.

You finally locked your phone and set it down.

Turning onto your side, trying to get some sleep, but your mind kept circling back.

To him.

To her.

To that one sentence you said—

“I don’t care if you talk to her.”

Your stomach twisted slightly.

“…that was a lie,” you whispered to yourself. “Ughhh why did I say that…” You ran you hands down your face, because you did care.

More than you wanted to admit.

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[higurmadollly]

all i want is you (4)

content: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, yuji overuses reaction pictures, smau, slowburn, possible kissing, you and yuji meet through a mutual friend and become lovers... or enemies?, angst, fluff. Tips are appreciated.

a/n: I was in the hospital all last week so I have like 3 parts made already I js don't wanna release them all in the same day.

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Monday, September 8 at 5:01 p.m.

You didn’t notice her at first.

Why would you?

The night kept moving—music shifting, people passing, Yuji still walking just a little too close to you like he’d gotten used to it.

But then—

“Wow.”

The voice cut through everything.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

You froze.

Yuji glanced at you. “You good?”

You didn’t answer.

Because you already knew.

Slowly, you turned.

And there she was.

Camilla.

Standing a few feet away like she’d been there the whole time, arms crossed, a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“…That’s crazy,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your stomach twisted.

“…Yeah,” you replied, flat. “Same.”

Yuji’s eyes flicked between the two of you. “Uh—friend of yours?”

Camilla let out a small laugh before you could answer.

“Used to be,” she said quickly. “We were close.”

You almost scoffed.

“Not really,” you muttered.

Her smile tightened—just a little.

But she recovered fast.

“That’s funny,” she said lightly. “That’s not what you used to say.”

Yuji shifted slightly beside you. Not stepping in—but definitely paying attention now.

“…What do you want, Camilla?” you asked, already over it.

“Ouch,” she placed a hand over her chest like she was hurt. “Can’t I just say hi?”

“No.”

There was a brief pause.

Then she laughed again—but it sounded thinner this time.

“Still the same, I see.”

“And you’re not?” you shot back.

Her eyes flickered.

Just for a second.

Then she glanced at Yuji, like she was only just noticing him.

“Oh—my bad,” she said, her tone changing instantly. Softer. Nicer. “I didn’t even introduce myself.”

You clenched your jaw.

Here we go.

“I’m Camilla,” she smiled, stepping a little closer. “And you are?”

Yuji blinked once.

“Yuji.”

“Yuji,” she repeated, like she was testing how it sounded. “Cute.”

You physically recoiled a little. “Don’t.”

Camilla ignored you completely.

“So how do you know her?” she asked him.

Yuji didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he glanced at you.

Then back at her.

“…We hang out,” he said simply.

Camilla hummed. “That’s interesting.”

“Not really.”

“Mm,” she tilted her head again, studying the two of you. “You always move on fast.”

Your patience snapped.

“Okay, we’re not doing this.”

You grabbed Yuji’s sleeve lightly. “Let’s go.”

But Camilla spoke again before you could move.

“You don’t even tell him what happened?”

You stopped.

Yuji felt it immediately.

“…Tell me what?” he asked, quieter now.

You didn’t turn around.

Camilla smiled.

“She just dropped me one day,” she said, voice sweet. “No explanation. No reason. Just—gone.”

“That’s not—” you started.

“It is,” Camilla cut in, still smiling. “But I get it. You’ve always been like that.”

Yuji’s eyes shifted back to you.

Not accusing.

Just… waiting.

That made it worse.

“…We’re leaving,” you said firmly this time, pulling him with you.

And this time—

you didn’t stop.

—

You didn’t speak for a while after that.

Not through the market.

Not while getting back on the train.

Not even when you both sat down again.

The earlier warmth?

Gone.

Replaced with something heavier.

Yuji didn’t push.

He just sat beside you, quieter than before—but still there.

Still close.

—

A few stops in, he finally spoke.

“…You don’t have to tell me,” he said.

You looked at him.

“But,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck, “if you want to, I’ll listen.”

You exhaled slowly.

“…She wasn’t a good friend.”

“That much I figured.”

You huffed a small, humorless laugh.

“She’d act one way around me,” you said, staring down at your hands, “and then a completely different way around other people. Talking about me, lying, making stuff up just to look better.”

Yuji’s expression shifted.

Not surprised.

Just… annoyed.

“She sounds fake.”

“She is.”

There was a pause.

“…So I stopped talking to her,” you finished. “That’s it.”

Yuji nodded slowly.

“Good.”

You blinked. “Good?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Why would you keep someone like that around? N- not that I know her… or your situation.”

You stared at him for a second.

“…That’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not gonna say I should’ve handled it better or—whatever?”

He frowned slightly. “Why would I say that?”

You didn’t answer.

Because you didn’t really have one.

“…She was weird,” you muttered instead.

“Yeah,” he agreed immediately. “I didn’t like her.”

That made you laugh—just a little.

“Already?”

“First impressions matter.”

“You talked to her for like thirty seconds.”

“And it was a bad thirty seconds.”

You shook your head, but the tension in your chest eased a little.

—

When your stop finally came, Yuji stood up first again.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

He held his hand out.

You looked at it—

then took it.

Easier now.

—

Once you were off the train, the night felt quieter.

Cooler.

The market noise long gone.

“…I can walk you,” Yuji said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

You glanced at him.

“…Okay.”

—

The walk wasn’t long.

But it felt longer.

Not in a bad way.

Just… slower.

Calmer.

At one point, your hands brushed again.

And this time?

Neither of you pulled away.

Your fingers slipped together naturally—like it had already happened before.

Yuji glanced down at your hands briefly.

Then smiled a little to himself.

“…She was wrong, by the way,” he said after a minute.

You looked at him. “About what?”

“You don’t ‘move on fast.’”

You blinked. “…You don’t know that.”

He shook his head. “Nah. I do.”

“How?”

He looked at you for a second.

“…Because you wouldn’t have given me a second hangout if you did.”

Your breath caught—just slightly.

“…You’re so sure of yourself,” you muttered.

“Not always.”

“Just when it comes to me?”

“…Yeah.”

You looked away quickly, trying to ignore how that made your chest feel.

—

When you finally reached your place, you stopped.

Your hands slowly slipped apart.

“…Thanks,” you said.

“For walking you?”

“For… everything.”

He nodded.

“Anytime.”

There was a pause.

Neither of you moved right away.

“…Send me the song,” he said suddenly.

You smiled a little. “You’re still on that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I will.”

He stepped back slightly, starting to walk away—then paused.

“…Hey.”

“What?”

“…Don’t let people like that mess with your head,” he said, quieter now. “You’re better than that.”

You stared at him.

“…Yeah,” you said softly. “I know.”

He nodded once.

Then turned, finally heading off.

—

And for the first time since Camilla showed up—

you felt okay again.

Because she might’ve been watching earlier.

But she wasn’t the one who walked you home. 

5:39 p.m.

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[higurmadollly]

Im making a taglist guys who wants to be in it🥰

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all i want is you (3)

content: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, yuji overuses reaction pictures, reader overuses references, smau, slowburn, possible kissing, you and yuji meet through a mutual friend and become lovers... or enemies?, angst, fluff. Tips are appreciated.

a/n: ignore how the message thing randomly changed, I finally found an app for the smau. also please lmk if this is moving to fast for a slowburn

Two weeks later, it wasn’t even a question anymore, they were already planning the next hangout.

—

You showed up at 3:58.

He was already there, pacing near the platform edge, glancing up every few seconds like he was waiting for something—or someone. The second he saw you, he stopped.

“There you are.”

“You act like I’m late.”

“You would’ve been,” he said. “I can tell.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“And you still came,” he shot back, falling into step beside you as the train pulled in.

—

This time, the ride felt… easier.

No awkward pauses. No overthinking.

You ended up in a pair of seats squishing each other with how full the train was. The train lurched forward, and Yuji reached out instinctively, grabbing the edge of your seat for balance—close enough that your hands brushed for a split second.

Neither of you mentioned it.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” you asked.

“Nope.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Relax,” he said, leaning back. “It’s worth it.”

“You said that already.”

“And was I wrong?”

“I don’t know because we didn’t get there yet, dummy.”

“Oh.”

—

A few stops in, the train got quieter. Less people, less noise—just the steady rhythm of the tracks under you.

Yuji glanced at you. “You got your headphones?”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “You just want free access to my music.”

“Yeah,” he said easily. “And?”

You huffed, but still pulled them out, handing him one side.

He took it like it was expected, leaning a little closer so the wire wouldn’t pull. 

“Play something.”

“You’re really demanding today.”

“Please,” he corrected, not sounding sorry at all.

You scrolled for a second before pausing.

“…Don’t make fun of me.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

“I won’t.”

You gave him a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he admitted.

You shook your head, but pressed play anyway.

The familiar opening filled your ears.

Yuji went quiet almost immediately.

Not fake quiet—real quiet.

“…Wait,” he said after a few seconds. “This is that song again, isn’t it?”

You glanced at him. “Yeah. All I Want Is You..”

He nodded slowly, like he was paying attention to something specific in the song.

“I get it now,” he said.

“Get what?”

“Why you like it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me.”

He shifted slightly, turning more toward you.

“Uh because its fire? Duh.” he said.

You blinked, a little caught off guard.

“And?” you asked.

“And,” he continued, a little quieter, “it’s catchy, but I can’t let anyone know I said that.”

You giggled a bit.

“…You’re thinking too deep about it.”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “You’re just used to love songs”

You looked away, but didn’t argue.

After a second, you nudged him. “What about you then? What’s your favorite song?”

He exhaled like he’d been waiting for that.

“Okay, I’ve got a few,” he said. “Depends on the mood.”

“Convenient answer.”

“It’s a real answer,” he defended. “Some songs are for when you’re hyped, some are for when you’re just… sitting there thinking.”

“And which one is this?” you asked, gesturing slightly with your head.

He glanced at you, then back down at his hands.

“…This one’s for when you’re with someone,” he said.

Your breath caught for half a second.

“You’re so corny,” you muttered.

“Yeah,” he smiled a little. “But I’m right.”

—

When the train finally stopped, he stood up first, holding his hand out without thinking.

You stared at it for a second.

“…What?”

“C’mon,” he said. “Train’s stopping.”

You hesitated—

Then took his hand.

Just for a second.

He pulled you up, letting go almost immediately after, like it didn’t mean anything.

But it did.

At least a little.

—

The place he took you this time was a small outdoor market—string lights already starting to glow even though the sun hadn’t fully set yet. There were food stalls, random little shops, and music playing faintly from somewhere in the background.

You looked around. “…Okay, this is actually really nice.”

“I know,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I don’t miss.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

You walked side by side, occasionally bumping into each other as the crowd got tighter. At one point, a louder song played from a nearby speaker, and Yuji made a face.

“Okay, that one’s not it.”

You laughed. “See? You do judge music.”

“Only when it’s bad.”

“Subjective.”

“Wrong.”

You shook your head, smiling a little.

After a moment, he glanced at you again. “Send me that song later.”

“You already have it.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but I want it from you again.”

You frowned slightly. “Why?”

He shrugged, but his voice was softer this time.

“…Feels different.”

You looked at him for a second longer than you meant to.

“…You’re weird,” you said finally.

“Yeah,” he replied easily. “But you took a whole train ride just to hang out with me again.”

You didn’t deny it.

And when your shoulder brushed his as you kept walking, neither of you moved away.

The lights got brighter the longer you stayed.

Not just the string lights overhead—but everything. The music, the chatter, the way the air felt warmer somehow.

You and Yuji had stopped in front of a food stall, still arguing on what food to get.

“I’m telling you, that looks good,” he said, pointing at something fried and definitely questionable.

“It looks like it’ll take five years off your life.”

“Worth it.”

“You say that now.”

“You’re just scared.”

You gave him a look. “Of food?”

“Of living a little.”

You scoffed. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said, already pulling out his wallet, “you’re still here.”

—

A few minutes later, you were both sitting on a low bench, sharing the food anyway.

“Okay,” you admitted after a bite, “this is actually good.”

Yuji lit up immediately. “I told you!”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late,” he grinned. “I’m always right.”

“You got lucky.”

“Skill,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

—

At some point, the crowd got thicker.

Not overwhelming, just enough that people kept brushing past, squeezing between spaces that didn’t really exist.

Without really thinking about it, Yuji shifted closer to you.

Not obvious. Not dramatic.

Just enough that his arm brushed yours more often than not.

Just enough that when someone bumped into you from behind, his hand landed lightly on your shoulder to steady you.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him. “…Thanks.”

He nodded like it was nothing—but his hand lingered for a second longer before dropping.

—

“Wait,” he said suddenly, grabbing your wrist—not tight, just quick. “Come here.”

“Yuji—?”

But he was already pulling you a few steps to the side, weaving through people until you were just outside the main crowd.

“What—”

Then you saw it.

A small stand tucked between two others, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Little handmade things—bracelets, rings, random trinkets.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I saw it when we walked in.”

You stepped closer, looking over everything.

“They’re cute.”

“Right?”

The vendor smiled at you, but neither of you said much—you were too busy looking.

Your fingers hovered over a simple bracelet before you picked it up.

Yuji noticed immediately. “You like that one?”

“…Maybe.”

“Get it.”

You glanced at him. “I didn’t say I was gonna buy it.”

“Okay,” he said easily. “Then I am.”

“Yuji—no.”

“It’s like five dollars.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

You opened your mouth—

…and didn’t really have an answer.

He watched you for a second, then sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

He reached over, grabbed a different bracelet—one that looked a little similar—and held it up.

“This one’s mine then.”

You blinked. “You don’t even wear bracelets.”

“I do now.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It is if I decide it is.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped out.

—

A few minutes later, you were both walking away from the stand.

You looked down at your wrist.

The bracelet.

You hadn’t even realized when he paid for it.

“…You’re annoying,” you said, not looking at him.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You said that already.”

You glanced at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

“…Then why did you?”

He shrugged, but didn’t look at you this time.

“Because you liked it.”

Your chest felt weirdly tight for a second.

“…That’s it?”

He hesitated.

“…Yeah.”

But it didn’t sound completely true.

—

The music shifted again—something slower this time, softer than the loud songs from earlier.

People nearby started moving differently. Not full-on dancing, just… swaying a little. Laughing quieter.

Yuji noticed it too.

“…You wanna?” he asked, nodding slightly toward the open space.

You stared at him.

“Dance?” you repeated.

“Relax,” he said quickly. “Not like—crazy. Just—” he gestured vaguely, already looking a little embarrassed. “I don’t know. It’s a vibe.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“You don’t dance.”

“I literally just said that.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

He scratched the back of his neck again. “…I don’t know.”

For once, he didn’t have a smooth answer.

And for some reason—

that made you say yes.

“…Fine.”

His head snapped back toward you. “Wait, really?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not—you’re the one making it weird.”

“You already made it weird.”

"Okay, just—come here before you change your mind.”

—

It wasn’t really dancing.

Not like the kind you see in movies.

You stood a little awkwardly at first, facing each other, unsure what to do.

Yuji laughed under his breath. “Yeah, we’re bad at this.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“You’re literally not moving.”

“Because you’re staring at me.”

“I’m trying to figure out what you’re doing.”

“I’m standing.”

“That’s not dancing.”

“Neither is whatever you’re doing.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, then—carefully—reached out.

His hands hovered for a second before settling lightly on your arms.

Not pulling. Not forcing.

Just there.

You hesitated—

then placed your hands against his hoodie, near his shoulders.

“…There,” he said quietly. “That works.”

“Barely.”

“Shhh,” he smiled a little. “We’re vibing.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move away.

—

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Just the music. The low hum of voices around you.

And him. Close.

Closer than before.

“…Hey,” he said after a second.

“What?”

“…Nothing.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“I know.”

But he didn’t move his hands.

And neither did you.

—

After a while, you stepped back first.

Not abruptly—just enough to break whatever that was.

“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat slightly. “That’s enough of that.”

“Yeah,” he agreed a little too quickly. “Yeah, that was—”

“Don’t say anything.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“You were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

He laughed again, softer this time.

“…We should walk more,” you said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Before you roast me again.”

“No promises.”

—

But this time, when you started walking—

your hand brushed his again.

And this time?

He didn’t pretend it was an accident.

His fingers hooked lightly with yours for a second—

just a second—

before letting go.

Like he was testing it.

Like he wanted to see if you’d pull away.

You didn’t.

And that was enough for him to smile to himself as you kept walking.

—

Somewhere behind you, unnoticed—

someone had been watching.

And they definitely weren’t smiling.

[higurmadollly]

all i want is you (3)

content: Yuji Itadori x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, yuji overuses reaction pictures, reader overuses references, smau, slowburn, possible kissing, you and yuji meet through a mutual friend and become lovers... or enemies?, angst, fluff. Tips are appreciated.

a/n: ignore how the message thing randomly changed, I finally found an app for the smau. also please lmk if this is moving to fast for a slow burn

Friday, August 22 at 3:50

Monday, September 8

Two weeks later, it wasn’t even a question anymore, they were already planning the next hangout.

—

You showed up at 3:58.

He was already there, pacing near the platform edge, glancing up every few seconds like he was waiting for something—or someone. The second he saw you, he stopped.

“There you are.”

“You act like I’m late.”

“You would’ve been,” he said. “I can tell.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“And you still came,” he shot back, falling into step beside you as the train pulled in.

—

This time, the ride felt… easier.

No awkward pauses. No overthinking.

You ended up in a pair of seats squishing each other with how full the train was. The train lurched forward, and Yuji reached out instinctively, grabbing the edge of your seat for balance—close enough that your hands brushed for a split second.

Neither of you mentioned it.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” you asked.

“Nope.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Relax,” he said, leaning back. “It’s worth it.”

“You said that already.”

“And was I wrong?”

“I don’t know because we didn’t get there yet, dummy.”

“Oh.”

—

A few stops in, the train got quieter. Less people, less noise—just the steady rhythm of the tracks under you.

Yuji glanced at you. “You got your headphones?”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “You just want free access to my music.”

“Yeah,” he said easily. “And?”

You huffed, but still pulled them out, handing him one side.

He took it like it was expected, leaning a little closer so the wire wouldn’t pull. 

“Play something.”

“You’re really demanding today.”

“Please,” he corrected, not sounding sorry at all.

You scrolled for a second before pausing.

“…Don’t make fun of me.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

“I won’t.”

You gave him a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he admitted.

You shook your head, but pressed play anyway.

The familiar opening filled your ears.

Yuji went quiet almost immediately.

Not fake quiet—real quiet.

“…Wait,” he said after a few seconds. “This is that song again, isn’t it?”

You glanced at him. “Yeah. All I Want Is You..”

He nodded slowly, like he was paying attention to something specific in the song.

“I get it now,” he said.

“Get what?”

“Why you like it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me.”

He shifted slightly, turning more toward you.

“Uh because its fire? Duh.” he said.

You blinked, a little caught off guard.

“And?” you asked.

“And,” he continued, a little quieter, “it’s catchy, but I can’t let anyone know I said that.”

You giggled a bit.

“…You’re thinking too deep about it.”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “You’re just used to love songs”

You looked away, but didn’t argue.

After a second, you nudged him. “What about you then? What’s your favorite song?”

He exhaled like he’d been waiting for that.

“Okay, I’ve got a few,” he said. “Depends on the mood.”

“Convenient answer.”

“It’s a real answer,” he defended. “Some songs are for when you’re hyped, some are for when you’re just… sitting there thinking.”

“And which one is this?” you asked, gesturing slightly with your head.

He glanced at you, then back down at his hands.

“…This one’s for when you’re with someone,” he said.

Your breath caught for half a second.

“You’re so corny,” you muttered.

“Yeah,” he smiled a little. “But I’m right.”

—

When the train finally stopped, he stood up first, holding his hand out without thinking.

You stared at it for a second.

“…What?”

“C’mon,” he said. “Train’s stopping.”

You hesitated—

Then took his hand.

Just for a second.

He pulled you up, letting go almost immediately after, like it didn’t mean anything.

But it did.

At least a little.

—

The place he took you this time was a small outdoor market—string lights already starting to glow even though the sun hadn’t fully set yet. There were food stalls, random little shops, and music playing faintly from somewhere in the background.

You looked around. “…Okay, this is actually really nice.”

“I know,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I don’t miss.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

You walked side by side, occasionally bumping into each other as the crowd got tighter. At one point, a louder song played from a nearby speaker, and Yuji made a face.

“Okay, that one’s not it.”

You laughed. “See? You do judge music.”

“Only when it’s bad.”

“Subjective.”

“Wrong.”

You shook your head, smiling a little.

After a moment, he glanced at you again. “Send me that song later.”

“You already have it.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but I want it from you again.”

You frowned slightly. “Why?”

He shrugged, but his voice was softer this time.

“…Feels different.”

You looked at him for a second longer than you meant to.

“…You’re weird,” you said finally.

“Yeah,” he replied easily. “But you took a whole train ride just to hang out with me again.”

You didn’t deny it.

And when your shoulder brushed his as you kept walking, neither of you moved away.

The lights got brighter the longer you stayed.

Not just the string lights overhead—but everything. The music, the chatter, the way the air felt warmer somehow.

You and Yuji had stopped in front of a food stall, still arguing on what food to get.

“I’m telling you, that looks good,” he said, pointing at something fried and definitely questionable.

“It looks like it’ll take five years off your life.”

“Worth it.”

“You say that now.”

“You’re just scared.”

You gave him a look. “Of food?”

“Of living a little.”

You scoffed. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said, already pulling out his wallet, “you’re still here.”

—

A few minutes later, you were both sitting on a low bench, sharing the food anyway.

“Okay,” you admitted after a bite, “this is actually good.”

Yuji lit up immediately. “I told you!”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late,” he grinned. “I’m always right.”

“You got lucky.”

“Skill,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

—

At some point, the crowd got thicker.

Not overwhelming, just enough that people kept brushing past, squeezing between spaces that didn’t really exist.

Without really thinking about it, Yuji shifted closer to you.

Not obvious. Not dramatic.

Just enough that his arm brushed yours more often than not.

Just enough that when someone bumped into you from behind, his hand landed lightly on your shoulder to steady you.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him. “…Thanks.”

He nodded like it was nothing—but his hand lingered for a second longer before dropping.

—

“Wait,” he said suddenly, grabbing your wrist—not tight, just quick. “Come here.”

“Yuji—?”

But he was already pulling you a few steps to the side, weaving through people until you were just outside the main crowd.

“What—”

Then you saw it.

A small stand tucked between two others, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Little handmade things—bracelets, rings, random trinkets.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I saw it when we walked in.”

You stepped closer, looking over everything.

“They’re cute.”

“Right?”

The vendor smiled at you, but neither of you said much—you were too busy looking.

Your fingers hovered over a simple bracelet before you picked it up.

Yuji noticed immediately. “You like that one?”

“…Maybe.”

“Get it.”

You glanced at him. “I didn’t say I was gonna buy it.”

“Okay,” he said easily. “Then I am.”

“Yuji—no.”

“It’s like five dollars.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

You opened your mouth—

…and didn’t really have an answer.

He watched you for a second, then sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

He reached over, grabbed a different bracelet—one that looked a little similar—and held it up.

“This one’s mine then.”

You blinked. “You don’t even wear bracelets.”

“I do now.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It is if I decide it is.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped out.

—

A few minutes later, you were both walking away from the stand.

You looked down at your wrist.

The bracelet.

You hadn’t even realized when he paid for it.

“…You’re annoying,” you said, not looking at him.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You said that already.”

You glanced at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

“…Then why did you?”

He shrugged, but didn’t look at you this time.

“Because you liked it.”

Your chest felt weirdly tight for a second.

“…That’s it?”

He hesitated.

“…Yeah.”

But it didn’t sound completely true.

—

The music shifted again—something slower this time, softer than the loud songs from earlier.

People nearby started moving differently. Not full-on dancing, just… swaying a little. Laughing quieter.

Yuji noticed it too.

“…You wanna?” he asked, nodding slightly toward the open space.

You stared at him.

“Dance?” you repeated.

“Relax,” he said quickly. “Not like—crazy. Just—” he gestured vaguely, already looking a little embarrassed. “I don’t know. It’s a vibe.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“You don’t dance.”

“I literally just said that.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

He scratched the back of his neck again. “…I don’t know.”

For once, he didn’t have a smooth answer.

And for some reason—

that made you say yes.

“…Fine.”

His head snapped back toward you. “Wait, really?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not—you’re the one making it weird.”

“You already made it weird.”

"Okay, just—come here before you change your mind.”

—

It wasn’t really dancing.

Not like the kind you see in movies.

You stood a little awkwardly at first, facing each other, unsure what to do.

Yuji laughed under his breath. “Yeah, we’re bad at this.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“You’re literally not moving.”

“Because you’re staring at me.”

“I’m trying to figure out what you’re doing.”

“I’m standing.”

“That’s not dancing.”

“Neither is whatever you’re doing.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, then—carefully—reached out.

His hands hovered for a second before settling lightly on your arms.

Not pulling. Not forcing.

Just there.

You hesitated—

then placed your hands against his hoodie, near his shoulders.

“…There,” he said quietly. “That works.”

“Barely.”

“Shhh,” he smiled a little. “We’re vibing.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move away.

—

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Just the music. The low hum of voices around you.

And him. Close.

Closer than before.

“…Hey,” he said after a second.

“What?”

“…Nothing.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“I know.”

But he didn’t move his hands.

And neither did you.

—

After a while, you stepped back first.

Not abruptly—just enough to break whatever that was.

“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat slightly. “That’s enough of that.”

“Yeah,” he agreed a little too quickly. “Yeah, that was—”

“Don’t say anything.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“You were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

He laughed again, softer this time.

“…We should walk more,” you said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Before you roast me again.”

“No promises.”

—

But this time, when you started walking—

your hand brushed his again.

And this time?

He didn’t pretend it was an accident.

His fingers hooked lightly with yours for a second—

just a second—

before letting go.

Like he was testing it.

Like he wanted to see if you’d pull away.

You didn’t.

And that was enough for him to smile to himself as you kept walking.

—

Somewhere behind you, unnoticed—

someone had been watching.

And they definitely weren’t smiling.