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[jumpjo]

i’d be the prom queen, if yearning was a contest

current feeling: missing my dear husband, satoru

nique 五条 ‘, 19 ‘, fil / eng / ita ‘, haikyū!! blog

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[jumpjo]

https://www.tumblr.com/jumpjo/818032721589927936/autumn-harvest-offerings-with-heian-erasukuna-who

"your bare feet clicking softly against the cypress wood" are the feet made out of wood too? 😭 last i checked flesh doesn't click when it makes contact with wood 😂

i’m sorry, i was writing reader with heels or geta (japanese women sandals) at first 😔 then i realized how unusual it was on the heian era when i was proofreading, it seems i forgot to change the following words

[jumpjo]

i yearn for ur daily drabbles....

😔 i’m a lil sick and have a lot of stuff on my hq blog to deal with

[jumpjo]

i love.. i love her..? (chest pains by malcolm todd)

gojo realizes that he’s in love with you.

it’s my birthday hueheuehe

gojo satoru who never really grasped what the word ‘love’ is. he never had time for it, it never caught his attention either. but what caught his attention, is you.

gojo satoru who unknowingly fell for you at first sight, so he decided to stick to you in every single place you go. training grounds? he’s there. a convenience store? what a coincidence, he’s also hungry! yaga’s office? he was JUST about to hand over his report from his really tough mission! buying some desserts? now it’s his treat, he has to be a gentleman, right?

gojo satoru who doesn’t give a damn when he gets weird looks from shoko and geto for openly staring at you.

“what? i like the view.”

“you mean.. y/n?” shoko deadpans.

“yep.”

“..simp.” geto whispers, but gojo just rolls his eyes, shooing the two away. despite that, he doesn’t take his eyes off you while doing so.

“how perfect,” he sighs into his palm. you were struggling to swat a fly.

gojo satoru who never thought that he treats you wayy differently. sure, he pays for your food all the time. sure, he buys every single craving you speak of. sure, his eyes soften every time the both of you talk. sure, he carries everything for you. and sureee, he always talks about you. but! it’s just a really good friendship though.

gojo satoru who feels his chest hurting whenever he sees you laugh with someone else. he thought it would fade. it never did.

gojo satoru who feels overwhelmed and lonely, not knowing where to go he comes to you, and lays his head on your lap.

“why are you here again?”

“dunno.” he mumbles, burying his head in your lap with a content sigh.

gojo satoru who’s jaw drops once geto tells him that it’s not normal to do those things for just a friend.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, those are the things you do when you like someone.” geto sighs, explaining something about emotions to gojo is a huge challenge.

“well yeah, i like y/n. so obviously, i’ll do everything i can for her.” gojo scoffs as if he’s stating the obvious.

geto facepalms, and before he walks away from gojo’s stupidity: “you’re in love. that’s all i’m telling you.”

gojo satoru who stands there, processing geto’s words. “i love.. i love her..?” he blinks a few times, his brain running through all his memories with you.

gojo satoru who realizes that he is in love with you! in fact, he’s been in love with you this whole time.

gojo satoru who barges in your dorm, unable to deny what he feels. he knows he could hide it (he can’t), he could just brush everything off as always, he wishes he could lie. but he can’t, never to you.

gojo satoru who says your name as he approaches you who’s curled up in your bed, doomscrolling.

“yeah?” you look up from your phone, your pretty face illuminated by its light.

gojo satoru who immediately forgets what he’s supposed to say and just blurts out, “i think you’re perfect. i’ve been in love with you ever since we first met. i can’t stand the thought of someone taking something precious away from me, which is you. i love you. i love you so much. please give me the chance to court you, to win you over, and if possible.. be your boyfriend.”

gojo satoru who’s now kneeling on the side of your bed as you stare at him in shock, your face heating up so much that it could proxy as the sun.

gono satoru who feels the heat of your face radiating close to him, and despite the embarrassing (in his words) confession he just did, he smirks slyly. “cat got your tongue?”

gojo satoru who’s last words were “i know my looks and love confession are too much for you to take in—” before (almost) getting hit by your pillow.

gojo satoru who catches the pillow effortlessly and buries his face on it, inhaling your scent like an addict.

“creep.”

“y/n, you put my head on your lap just now.” he teases, then gets smacked by you.

gojo satoru who turns serious once you start talking about how you thought he never felt the same since you heard him talk to geto and shoko on how he’s just treating you like any friend would.

gojo satoru who’s eyes soften, he stands then sits beside you. “i just never realized what i felt, stupid. wait no—i’m stupid. i’m sorry, y/n. now you know, at least! sooo what do you say?”

gojo satoru who panics when you don’t say anything so he starts begging, until you burst out laughing. you cup his face and gently press your lips on his.

“you’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, your breath fanning against his lips.

gojo satoru who lets out a whine and wraps his arms around you. “better be grateful that i love you,” he huffs, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “i am.”

gojo satoru who lets out a sigh of relief as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

“i love, i love, i love you.”

a/n: yolo, it’s my birthday eugh

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[jumpjo]

holy crap holy crap how've I just discovered ur jjk fics/acc holy crap ily nique 🥺

-🐁

OMG 🐁 ANON, I LOAF U MORE :3

[jumpjo]

Omggg I had no clue you had a jjk blog!!!!?!

HUEHEUEHEH 😈 seems i hid it pretty well (i forgot about it)

[jumpjo]

p2. teasing bestfriend!yuji after figuring out his fat crush on you.

fluff

ps. i listened to the comments abt reader teasing yuji huehuehue. yuji’s blabbering isn’t supposed to make sense.

the silence that settled over the break room after megumi and nobara left was thick, warm, and entirely laced with the scent of melted chocolate and citrus peel.

​yuji’s currently sitting so close to you that his ribcage practically buzzed every time you took a breath. he’d pulled his chair up, his large frame hovering over your open textbook like a protective gargoyle determined to shield you from the horrors of advanced algebra. the problem, however, was that yuji was looking at the page with the profound, unblinking intensity of someone trying to read a scroll written in an ancient, dead language.

​his eyes traced a long string of equations, his eyebrows knitting together so tightly they almost formed a single line across his forehead. he definitely didn’t know shit about math. his brain is currently an empty room with a single, tiny monkey clashing cymbals together.

​“so,” you murmured, leaning your cheek into your palm, the oversized cuff of his red hoodie bunching up around your wrist. you watched the subtle shift of his jaw as he stared at a fraction. “do you know how to solve for the vertex, or are you just trying to intimidate the numbers into changing themselves?”

​yuji broke out of his trance, his head snapping toward you so fast his neck made a faint popping sound. “what? oh! no, i totally got this. it’s just… a tactical delay. you gotta analyze the enemy before you strike, right? this equation is pretty tricky, but if you look at the… the little slightly curly guy next to the letter… you just gotta move him oveeeer there!” he pointed a broad, calloused finger randomly at a parenthesis, giving you a bright, incredibly confident grin that didn’t reach his wildly panicked eyes. “boom. solved.”

​you let out a soft, breathy laugh. “yuji, that’s a parenthesis.”

​“exactly! a parenthesis! which is basically the cage where the numbers live until we liberate them,” he shot back seamlessly, his chest expanding with pride as he saw the corners of your lips curl upward. he was completely into you. if you told him to fight a special-grade curse with a plastic spoon just to hear your laugh again, he’d already be running down the hallway looking for the cafeteria utensils. “alright, let’s look at the next one. i’m a great tutor. gojo-sensei says i have great spatial awareness, which is basically the same thing as geometry.”

​“we’re doing algebra, yuji.”

​“it’s all connected in the grand tapestry of life,” he insisted, his voice dropping into that breezy register he always used when he was trying to sound reliable.

​you leaned in a little closer, the fabric of your his hoodie brushing against his shoulder. you could feel the heat radiating off him; he’s like a human radiator, a constant source of comfort that you had become entirely addicted to over the past few months. you took a slow sip of the chocolate drink through the straw, letting the sweet, crunchy pieces of meringue dissolve on your tongue before you spoke again, your voice carrying a sudden, playful lilt.

​“hey, yuji?”

​“yeah?” he answered instantly, his hand already tweaking toward the napkin of peeled oranges just in case you needed another piece.

​“what were you and nobara yelling about in the corner earlier?”

​yuji’s entire skeletal structure seemed to lock up. the casual, easygoing posture he had vanished, replaced by the rigid tension of a soldier who had just stepped on a landmine. his fingers froze against the edge of the textbook, the tips turning slightly white.

​“oh,” he squeaked, his voice cracking on the single vowel before he forcibly dragged it back down into a normal register. “that? nothing! totally nothing! just… jujutsu business. tactical strategies. hammer and nail stuff. she was just… giving me a performance review on my… teamwork.”

​“really?” you turned your head on your palm, staring directly into his large, honey-brown eyes. you let a small, knowing smile play at the corners of your lips, your voice dropping into a teasing hum. “because it sounded a lot like she was asking why we weren’t dating. and it sounded a lot like you said you were just a big dummy who follows me around like a stray dog.”

​yuji’s brain completely detonated.

​the flush started at his collarbone, rushing up his neck like a wave of adrenaline before settling into his cheeks, turning his skin an identical shade to his pink hair. his eyes went wide, the pupils shrinking as his mouth opened and closed several times without a single sound coming out. he looked like a fish that had been unexpectedly tossed onto dry land and asked to explain the theory of relativity.

​“i— uh— well— the thing is—” yuji stammered, his hands flying up to chop the air in a series of frantic, disorganized gestures. his internal organs were currently liquefying. he was convinced his heart was beating so hard it was going to burst through his uniform jacket and land right on top of your work. “kugisaki was just… she has a very vivid imagination! very creative! she reads a lot of those magazines with the shiny covers! it’s the humidity, i think! the training room was cold but the air pressure—”

​“yuji,” you chuckled, your heart doing a happy flip at how incredibly affected he was. you reached out, your hand gently catching his wrist to stop his frantic air-chopping. the contact made him shudder, his breath hitching in his throat. “you’re talking gibberish.”

​“gibberish? no! i’m speaking the… the language of… smart people! you— you should know this! because of course! you’re the smartest!” he blurted out, his chest heaving as he tried to process the feeling of your fingers wrapped around his wrist. his brain was rapidly short-circuiting, sending random sparks of vocabulary to his tongue. “the roundness of the orange was… i just wanted to make sure the white strings didn’t… because the fiber can be very aggressive..? on the digestive tract! and the hoodie! the hoodie is a type of clothing! but— but— um! it belongs to the jujutsu high inventory! i’m just the— uhh what do you call that again? uhm— the courier!”

​“the courier?” you teased, leaning even closer, your face just inches from his now. you could see the way his eyelashes were trembling. “so you don’t actually like me? you’re just doing your civic duty?”

​“no! i mean yes! i mean—” yuji stopped dead in his tracks. his mouth stayed open, his chest freezing mid-inhale as he stared at your pretty face, completely trapped by the warmth in your eyes. he wanted to tell you. he wanted to tell you so bad that he thought about you every single second of the day, that his favorite part of waking up was knowing he’d get to walk you to class, that he kept a mental checklist of every single food item you disliked so he could make sure it never touched your plate. he was so desperately devoted to you that it felt like an ache in his bones, mainly his knees.

​he swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he tried to form a real, human sentence to explain the sheer magnitude of his feelings. “i just… you’re so incredible. and i didn’t want to ruin—”

​hic.

​yuji clapped both hands over his mouth instantly, his eyes flying open even wider, if that was humanly possible.

​you blinked, staring at him. “did you just—”

​hic.

​his entire shoulders jumped with the force of it. the sudden, massive spike of romantic panic had caused his diaphragm to completely spasm. he sat there, both palms pressed firmly against his lips, his face so red he looked like a ripe tomato, his chest lifting with another muffled hic against his palms.

​you lasted exactly two seconds before you buried your face in your sleeves, your shoulders shaking violently as a loud, delighted burst of laughter echoed through the quiet break room. it’s the most endearing, ridiculous thing you had ever witnessed in your life.

​“yuji,” you gasped out between giggles, lifting your head to look at him, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “are you hiccuping because you’re nervous?”

​he slowly lowered his hands from his mouth, looking at you with a expression of tragic defeat. “it’s an involuntary physical reaction to extreme uhh.. emotions,” he whispered hoarsely. hic. “my grandfather told me it happens when i’m… overwhelmed by… a pretty girl.”

​“oh, so i’m a pretty girl now?”

​“the prettiest,” yuji blurted out before his filter could stop him. the honesty of it hung in the air between you, raw and sweet and completely genuine. he didn’t try to take it back this time. he just looked at you, his shoulders dropping as his gaze softened, the frantic energy leaving his body even as his cheeks remained bright pink. “i’m really bad at this. i wanted to be smooth. like those guys in the movies who just… say something cool and lean against a sports car. but i don’t have a car, i can’t even drive. and i can’t do a math problem either.”

​you slowly stopped laughing, your gaze softening until it felt like the entire room was wrapped in a warm blanket. slowly, deliberately, you slid your hand down from his wrist, letting your fingers slip into his palm, weaving them between his calloused fingers until your hands were completely locked together.

​yuji looked down at your joined hands, his breath catching again, but this time, the hiccups didn’t come back. his large fingers squeezed yours back instantly, a instinctive, protective grip that he never wanted to loosen.

​“i don’t need you to have a sports car to charm me, yuji,” you said softly, using your free hand to pull the collar of his giant hoodie up a little higher around your chin. “and i don’t need you to know calculus. i just reallyyy like the guy who peels my oranges and makes sure my chocolate drink has the good meringue.”

​yuji stared at you, a slow, radiant warmth spreading from his chest all the way to the tips of his toes. the joy that crashed over him was loud enough to drown out every doubt he’d ever had. a massive, goofy, close-eyed grin broke across his face, his thumb rubbing sweet, comfortng circles against the back of your hand.

​“yeah?” he whispered, his voice incredibly soft as he leaned his forehead gently against your shoulder, sinking into your space with a happy, contented sigh. “then… can i carry you too? even if your shoes are tied?”

​“only if you promise to hold my hand once you put me down,” you murmured, leaning your head against his pink hair.

​“deal,” yuji beamed, completely melting into the fabric of his own hoodie, entirely won over and exactly where he belonged.

a/n: this is so self-indulgent even from the first part. i was gonna specify a business exam, but it might’ve been to specific so i just went for the chocolate drink, ahem. ok, gojo next cs huehue my birthday is later.

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[jumpjo]

moots? >.<

OOHLALA 😍 YES

[jumpjo]

Hi! No offense but are you perhaps copying showhay, the haikyuu writer? I saw one of your drabbles and it reminded me of her writing style becs it is so unique!

hai :3 i’m showhay, just in a separate blog !! HAHQHAH thank you so much for the praise, ilysm 😚

[jumpjo]

Also Sukuna is head over heals for a low level sorcerer is so scrumdidilyumptious, idk if you take requests but I ask for more

i shall serve more 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[jumpjo]

Your writing is making me act in ways and display behaviors. All good things btw.

HEUEHEUE THANK YOU :3 ILYSM

[jumpjo]

*pumping my fists* megumi megumi megumi

i hear you, i hear you 🗣🗣🗣 i miss u btw

[showhay]

We Listen and We don’t judge.

I once put your work on ChatGpt hoping to copy your writing style but it would not work no matter what.

excuse me? please never do that again.

[jumpjo]

autumn harvest offerings with heian era!sukuna who wants to slaughter everyone, but your tea is more important

fluff

the village elders are kneeling in the mud outside the palace gates, their foreheads pressed flat against the earth, weeping as they offer up the autumn harvest. they have brought baskets of rice, rare mountain herbs, and a single, polished silver mirror meant to reflect the face of a god.

​sukuna is sitting on his outdoor veranda, one leg hooked over the wooden railing, completely ignoring them while he picks at his fingernails with a small, curved dagger. he looks thoroughly bored by their terror.

​you step out onto the porch, carrying a small wooden tray with his afternoon tea, your bare feet padding softly against the cypress wood.

​the second your shadow falls over his lap, the king of curses completely freezes. the lazy, indifferent slouch disappears instantly. his four eyes snap upward, locking onto your face with a sudden, hyper-focused intensity that makes the kneeling villagers outside gasp in terror.

​“you.. you’re late,” he grunts, though his lower right hand is already reaching out to steady the tray so you don’t drop it.

​“the water took time to boil, ‘kuna,” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged right beside his hip.

​sukuna doesn’t touch the tea. instead, he sets the dagger down, his massive, claw-tipped upper hand reaching out to gently, deliberately catch the hem of your sleeve. with a slow, unyielding pull, he drags you across the mats until your side is pressed completely flush against his thigh. he reaches down, his large fingers catching the small of your back and lifting you until you’re sitting directly between his knees, your back resting against his stomach mouth.

​he rests his chin heavily on top of your head, two of his arms wrapping around your ribs to hold you still, while his other two hands casually pick up the teacup, holding it to your lips first.

​down in the courtyard, one of the elders dares to look up, stammering out a prayer to the ‘benevolent calamity.’ sukuna’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious malice as he glares over your shoulder at the old man. “look away before i rip your eyes out,” he barks, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, protective snarl. he turns his head back, burying his face in your neck with a low, possessive huff, his entire face turning a dark, private red. “they’re loud. drink your tea so i can kill them in peace.”

a/n: heian era sukuna has a special place in my heart

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[jumpjo]

HOW COME I DIDNT NOTICE ITS U OMG HI NIQUE🥺🥺🥺🫰🫰🫰

HUEHEUEHEU HAIII :3 u rlly should tell me what to call u

[jumpjo]

enemy!yuta who’s tasked by the higher-ups to eliminate you

fluff, enemies to lovers (?)

​the rain has turned the alleyway into a slick, reflective mirror of neon lights. you’re backed up against the wet brick wall, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your weapon drawn and pointed directly at yuta’s chest. he’s standing three feet away, his white executioner’s uniform immaculate despite the chaos, his katana resting loosely in his right hand.

​he is supposed to eliminate you. those are the orders from the higher-ups.

​“step back, okkotsu,” you spit out, your hands trembling slightly from the cold and exhaustion. “i won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”

​yuta doesn’t move his sword. he doesn’t even drop into a defensive stance. instead, he slowly takes a step forward, sliding right into your personal space until the barrel of your weapon is pressing firmly against the center of his chest, right over his steady, heavy heartbeat. he tilts his head down, his dark bangs parting to reveal eyes that are entirely devoid of malice—filled only with a deep, consuming sorrow.

​“then pull it,” he whispers, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm.

​“don’t mock me—”

​“i’m not mocking you,” he interrupts softly. he reaches up with his left hand, his long, calloused fingers gently wrapping around the barrel of your gun, slowly tilting it down toward the pavement. he steps closer until his chest is pressing flush against your own, trapping you between his body and the brick wall. a rare, fierce pink flush spreads across his high cheekbones, his gaze dropping to your trembling lips.

​“they told me you were a threat,” yuta murmurs, his hand sliding up from the weapon to cup your face with a tenderness that makes your knees go weak. “but the second i saw you, my cursed energy entirely refused to hurt you. if they want you dead, they’ll have to kill me first. so… choose me, y/n. let’s run away together.”

a/n: i want him bad, everyone shoo

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[jumpjo]

nerd!cho who almost faints when your skin touches his

fluff

​choso is staring at his organic chemistry textbook with an intensity that suggests he is trying to fight the pages with his mind. his hair is tied back in his signature dual pigtails, but a few stray dark strands have escaped, falling messily around his face. he’s wearing a oversized, slightly frayed cardigan and thick, black-rimmed reading glasses that slide down the bridge of his nose every time he sighs.

​you’re sitting across from him in the empty university library, casually flipping through your own notes, completely distracted by the dramatic way he handles a mechanical pencil.

​“the molecular bonds don’t make sense,” choso mutters, his voice deep and entirely gravelly from hours of silence. he taps the eraser against the desk, his brow furrowed in a permanent scowl. “if the compound structure is unstable, it breaks. everything breaks when it lacks a proper foundation.”

​“choso, it’s just a basic synthesis reaction,” you laugh softly, leaning across the table to pull his notebook closer. “look, you just need to balance the equations first.”

​you reach out to point at his diagram, your fingers accidentally brushing against his knuckles.

​the reaction is instantaneous. choso completely freezes, his breath hitching loudly in the quiet room. his dark eyes wide behind his lenses, shifting from the paper straight to your hand. a violent, deep crimson flush floods his face, spreading rapidly from his high cheekbones down to the collar of his shirt. he drops his pencil entirely, his hands trembling just a tiny bit as he slowly pulls his arm back, looking at you like you’ve just altered his fundamental physics.

​“choso? are you okay?”

​“i… my heart rate has spiked,” he says with agonizing, blunt honesty, his voice dropping into a rough, panicked whisper. he pulls off his glasses, covering his burning face with his hands, his ears glowing bright red through his hair. “the proximity is… overwhelming. i can’t calculate the formulas when you touch me so casually. please give me a warning next time.”

a/n: can’t believe i forgot my twin’s favorite

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