jotofu

[jotofuu]

★ jotofuu / tofu , she , teen , african- american ★

doja cat & megan thee stallion have me in a chokehold right neow

bery horrible at writing ; lazy writes because i have no time to write lengthy ones, hopefully soon i will

thread safely n have a gud day ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꨄ︎

[jurisnow]

THIS DUDE KARASU

summary: just some random moments with your man

pairing: Karasu Tabito x reader

warnings&notes: randomness core, y/n a hater, otoya hate, slightly suggestive, divider: @/uzmacchiato

for: @vonnlou forgot to tag you my bad bro

[jotofuu]

OPERATION LOVE: XX.ᐟ

nerd! reader x karasu tabito (yes this one might also be turned to a series bc I liked how it came out) 1k wc

"oh c'mon, just confess! what's the worst he could say?" a friend spoke as she leaned forward in her chair, just a breath away from stealing your first kiss. flinching, you stumbled back and crashed into a stack of chairs in the corner of the classroom as they all came crashing down. "hey! i plan to keep my feelings hidden, it's not worth the risk." you said, rubbing your head. your friend scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"yeah, but it's better to try than sit here and let your potential boyfriend pass you by!"

"key word: potential!" you chirped, face flustered as you quickly scrambled to stand up and fix the chairs that you knocked down. "plus, i don't even think he sees me as, like, girlfriend potential anyway..." you looked over to the girl you were currently conversing with, your response drawing a heavy sigh from her lips.

"doubting your worth, as always..." she rubbed her temple. "look, i owe you 50 bucks for that new textbook you needed money for or whatever if you're right and he rejects you. does that sound like a deal—"

"deal!" you exclaimed immediately.

when the bell rang, you fixed your askew glasses and ushered yourself out of the classroom with your school bag dangling from one hand. honestly, you were scared about how this was about to play out.

catching a glimpse of your target, you hid behind a wall, peeking your head out from around the corner to watch his every move.

"maybe the 50 isn't worth it..." you softly whispered. "awh, who am i kidding!? i could win 50 and my dream boyfriend, for crying out loud!"

a few heads turned, and you couldn't help but sheepishly hide away from their curious gazes. when you took one step forward, your legs did a complete 180 and led you somewhere else.

"nevermind, it wouldn't be best if i acted on it right now! the best way would be to talk to him more... but— oh, this is hard!"

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karasu sighed, his finger trailing a word ahead as he read the sentence to himself in the warm, cozy library just down the hall from your class. you pushed the doors open and were met with lifted heads before turning your attention to the staff.

"i'm here to return this book."

the librarian nodded and hummed, taking the hard-covered book out of your grasp.

"thank you for being a responsible child, but that's what i've always expected from a girl like yourself."

you softly chuckled at her words before bowing down slightly. "i thank you."

karasu's deep blue eyes followed your movement, analyzing, before going back to the book in front of him.

moments later, he felt a presence beside him. glancing to his right, you were just staring at him. he raised an eyebrow before turning his head toward you, and of course, you were still gawking at him like he was meat.

"what?" when he spoke, it was sharp and quick, striking you through the heart.

"uhm..."

"...hi... my name is—"

"never asked." he retorted, turning his attention toward the material on the table instead.

he shut that down real quick, making your eyebrows furrow. "i know you didn't? i just thought that maybe i should—"

he interrupted you.

"well, ya thought wrong."

the expression on your face gave away your discomfort and mild irritation toward his attitude, but he clearly didn't give a damn.

"wow, rude..."

"maybe yer jus' sensitive?"

"and maybe i am, then what?" you snapped back, a pout apparent on your lips.

"don't care." he scoffed as he gave you a side-long glance.

"now can ya leave me alone? 'm tryin' to do somethin' here." karasu said, about to go back to the book he was reading, only to see that it was gone. he looked at you, the book now in your hand. "'scuse me?"

"you're excused, including from reading this book."

karasu watched you as you got up, attempting to walk away with his book. his hand shot out to grab the back of your shirt and tug you back into the seat next to him, your shoulder bumping against his as he leaned in closer to yank his book from your grip.

"that wasn't cute," he spoke lowly, his breath brushing against your ear and sending a tingle down your spine.

heat bloomed in your cheeks, and your pulse hammered against your ribs. shoving you, you smoothly glided off the hard wooden chair and onto the rough carpet, blinking innocently in shock.

his blue eyes eased onto your figure, fingers brushing against the pages of the book as he spoke.

"black?"

"huh? wha?" you inquired, lashes brushing your flushed cheeks.

your head gradually followed his gaze, which was trained on what was peeking out from under your hiked-up skirt. yanking it down, heat rushed to your face as you yelped, "hey!"

it only made the side of his mouth twitch upward before easing into a smirk.

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"heyyyyy, sooo?" your friend jogged up to you and said, wrapping an arm around your slumped shoulders.

"humiliating. never again."

your friend looked lost before humming in acknowledgment.

"oh, neat. so you got rejected? by the way, i was just lying about me—"

"no! i didn't get rejected! i didn't even confess to him yet!"

she held back a snort, hair blowing in the cold breeze as the leaves of the trees swayed in a careful rhythm. the afternoon sky faded into a gorgeous dusky pink while you guys approached the school's gates.

"hah, so why's he walking up to us right now?" both of you paused and quietly freaked out.

"he's walking to you!"

you shook your head at your friend's statement, hands weakly gripping the material of her shirt as you shook her.

"no, i'm going to say no even though that is the most logical answer right now!"

"yo," karasu said, one hand raised while the other stayed tucked in the pocket of his droopy pants.

"don't you think those pants are too saggy?" you couldn't help but comment, shrieking when his eyes landed on your much softer ones.

"are ya gonna nag me about it too?" head tilted, gaze pointed.

blood rushed to your cheeks once more with the prolonged eye contact. your friend bit her lip before clearing her throat and backing up.

"gee, look at this— i gotta go. i'll leave you two to be..."

"no, WE'RE both leaving!!" dragging her by the arm, you screamed those words out. he stared blankly at your departing back, his hand rising with agonizing slowness.

"yer... pencil."

"ah, whatever."

@jotofuu , 2026 do not copy nor steal

[jotofuu]

HELPLESSLY BOUNDED TO YOU ꨄ︎

corrupted!hiori yo x reader , tw: manhandling (i think yuayua, might make this a series)

“m’home.” a voice spoke from behind the front door. you knew that voice all too well, wishing you didn’t. it was your “boyfriend,” hiori.

“darlin’, open the door please.”

his words were followed by a sharp— BANG! —on the door, making you flinch and scurry over to it, opening it at a sluggish pace. hiori’s face came into view, his head slightly tilted with a smile that never quite reached his eyes.

“what took ya so long, hm? is someone inside with ya?”

your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head. “no...”

hiori hummed and took one step forward before pushing past you and into the house, “accidentally” shoving you against the wall in the process. sighing, you closed the door behind you, then walked over to the soft couch where he sat.

“good. wouldn’t end well f'ya if that was the case~” he spoke with a carefree tone, leaning back into the cushions. “would it?”

you quickly shook your head, your hair flying from one side to the other.

hiori clicked his tongue, his smile uncanny as he signaled for you to sit on his lap, and you obliged. his fingers threaded through your hair, and it made you shiver with disgust.

to someone else, it’d seem like your relationship was perfectly healthy: he’d take you out, buy you things, and stay loyal to you. and that was the problem—his loyalty. he was too loyal. at this point, you didn’t even think you could consider his feelings toward you loyalty anymore; clearly, it was borderline obsessive.

you’d started to realize this now, but it might’ve been far too late. you were in too deep of a hole to worry about getting out; you had to worry about how you were going to survive this toxic situation.

“s’somethin’ wrong, love?” hiori said, his thumb pressed against your chin as he tilted your head to face his. you were now forced to lock eyes with his cold, unreadable ones.

“nothing— nothing at all.”

you quietly gulped, hoping he wouldn’t push the conversation too far. his grip tightened for a second before loosening.

“what, ya can’t tell me anythin’ no more? are ya sick of me?” he inquired, leaning in to the point where you could feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips.

you averted your gaze, nervously messing with the hem of your top. “it’s not like that, hiori—”

“hiori?” questioned the boy, like you’d just said something unforgivable.

“i mean...” you swallowed. “babe.” a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face and disappeared just as quickly as it came.

“atta girl,” he cooed, pressing a fleeting kiss against your warm lips. “somethin’s on ya mind, though,” hiori pushed gently. you internally groaned.

“nothing at all.”

he smiled again— it didn’t reach his eyes. “spit it out.” his tone was firm and direct.

“i have nothing to say. you wouldn’t even listen if i voiced my thoughts anyway. you never do.” oops, the words spilled out before you could even swallow them back. you felt him pause, his eyes looking into yours blankly before they wrinkled, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

“ah, really?”

you came into contact with the smooth, hardwood floor after hiori had shoved you off of his lap, letting out an 'oof!' as pain surged throughout your body. calmly, he stood up. one moment, you were trying to process what the hell had just happened, and the next, your head was yanked up. his grip on the locks of your hair intensified, his gaze burning holes in yours.

“yer thinkin’ ’bout leavin’ me,” he purred.

it wasn’t a question. it was a statement. you quickly tried to shake your head, but it was useless, and he wasn’t having it. “after everythin’ i’ve done f’ya, baby, and this is how ya wanna repay me? how cruel.”

the boy taunted before throwing you against the edge of the couch. when your ribs met the solid edge, you coughed, your hair messed up, your face just shy of turning red.

“no, i—”

“hmmm? ya what now, darlin’?” he crouched down to your eye level. “m’only tryin’ to look out f’ya,” hiori reached out but stopped mid-air, dropping his hand.

“you jus' wanna be a spoiled brat.” you were at a loss for words, staring at him with big watery, trembling doe eyes.

“and what do spoiled brats get?”

“punishment...” you feebly whispered, pressing your lips into a thin line as you looked down at the ground.

“tsk tsk. eyes up here. yer not talkin’ to the ground, are you?” he tapped the underside of your chin. that condescending tone leaked right back into his voice.

“go on now, stand up f’me.” wobbling to your feet, he rose along with you.

“i’ll grant ya mercy this time, love, but watch yer mouth when speakin’ to me next time...”

you nodded, softly panting as he walked away.

your relationship was truly not what others believed.

@jotofuu , 2026 please bare with me guys, i'm not a very good writer and i'm newwww ಥ‿ಥ