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ame, nonbinary trans, he/they, 23

[kazhuad]

♡ intro

ame/nen, 22, nonbinary he/zae, autistic

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i'm mainly gonna be here to post my drabbles and maybe even fics, about things i'm interested in. keep in mind that my hyperfixations vary so expect different types of content !

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reader inserts, x reader, you name it. i write any genre except smut (cus i suck at it bleh) and use gender neutral terms for the reader. i don't do character x character since ships aren't really my forte.

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[kazhuad]

kuroo, neighbor ♤

tags: angst, unfinished business

nzland: “flights boarding, i’ll text you during lunchtime”

“please go to sleep immediately this time”

kurow: “zzzzzzz”

You puffed out a laugh as you readjusted your carry-on bag, angling your phone to take a picture.

nzland: “i forgot to send it to u but i found ur fave pastry shop in the airport”

The picture of the shop’s neon sign was marked seen not a second later, and you saw the typing indictor appearing from his end. You sent out your reply before he could.

nzland: “yes i will buy u a treat, don’t worry”

His reply didn’t come until a few seconds later.

kurow: “Was gonna say that I’m buying before I pick you up when you get back.”

nzland: “lol ur not allowed to drive yet how can u pick me up”

kurow: “I have my allowance saved for a taxi.”

nzland: “plus the airport food?”

kurow: “I can steal Yaku’s lunch.”

This time, you giggled out loud, earning a pointed stare at the gate attendant checking your ticket. You apologized quietly and opted to send a voice note, considerably lowering your voice.

“I have to go now really, Kuroo. Don’t stay up or starve yourself or steal Yaku’s bento. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You peeked at your phone one last time, briskly walking down the loading bridge. A smile tugged at your face and you sent a quick thumbs-up emoji before pocketing the device.

kurow: “Be careful, I’ll see you next month, neighbor.”

Practice was particularly off today. It was fine, usually, but nationals were creeping near and the critiques were hasher. As the captain, it was his job to shoulder the responsibility of leading his teammates into a better rhythm. Kuroo stood in front of Coach Nekoma, whose eye level was lower than his, but otherwise Kuroo felt that he was being stared down.

“I know everyone’s feeling the pressure, that would explain their nerves. But you in particular, Kuroo, are anxious for a different reason,” the coach crossed his arms and nodded his chin towards the captain, “Distracted, specifically.”

Kuroo internally sighed, looking over his shoulder. Kai was quietly rounding up the members, which was in vain as Lev and Kenma were clashing with each other and the others (Yamamoto) were adding fuel to the fire. Yaku nearly got physical when he got everyone to listen to Kai, and the rest of the team started cleaning up the gym.

“I’m sorry Coach, just some personal stuff happening at home. I thought I could keep it out the court, but yeah.” Kuroo chuckled derisively, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll shape myself up better for tomorrow’s practice.”

The older man’s laugh was softer than Kuroo’s. “Son, tomorrow’s Sunday. And you’ll need that day-off to clear your head first. Spend time with your family and friends.”

He was supposed to, even planned it for weeks.

“Yes sir, I’ll do my best.” The lie was poorly concealed. Whether or not Coach Nekomata noticed, he didn’t show it. Kuroo watched as his coach patted his arm and carefully walked out the gym. The captain stood there, staring at the doorway, until someone tugged on his jersey.

“You’re spacing out again. Just because you’re sulking doesn’t mean you can skip out cleaning duties.” Kenma passed on a water bottle as he sipped on one. Kuroo took it from his hands, nursing it.

“Hey, you were also mad at them on my behalf just last week.” Kuroo glanced at Kenma, who finished his drink before responding.

“Anyone would be. They ghosted you and made you waste a month’s worth of allowance at the airport.” Kenma took a seat at the coach’s bench, squinting up at Kuroo. “Lev even made us pool our money to make you feel better about it.”

“Which was adding insult to injury.” Kuroo sat next to Kenma, the topic making him feel sluggish. He finally hydrated from his bottle, wiping water away from his mouth afterwards.

Kenma snickered, recalling last week’s events. “I didn’t say it was a good idea, but to his credit, he was the only one making an effort to cheer you up.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Kuroo smacked Kenma’s back, earning a grunt from the latter. “You had to endure me moping for the first few nights. I needed to borrow notes from your classmates because you were too tired to listen to the lectures the next day.”

Kenma shook his head. “Like I told you, I was familiar with the topics so you didn’t need to make it up to me.” He paused for a bit, turning to stare at his best friend. “You were inconsolable for days, Kuroo. I’ve never seen you so dejected.”

He didn’t even know why he acted the way he did. This was a long time coming. Both of you discussed it constantly whether as a joke or a long-winded rant from your end. You weren’t going to stay in Japan before going to university, not for long anyways.

It wasn’t a set date. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have had a heads-up on that day.

He sat on those uncomfortable chairs in the airport for hours on end, before security told him to move elsewhere. The pastries have gone cold for a while, but he stopped himself from throwing it out, choosing to give it to the team after practice tomorrow.

Too many things were wasted on that day, and the days before.

It was a little over two weeks ever since the incident, he thought again before Kenma spoke up.

“Are you sure they didn’t block your number? Or if I’m being nice,” Kenma scoffed, “maybe they lost their phone and couldn’t contact you?”

Kuroo recalled how the messages he sent on the day were received and seen by you. His calls weren’t answered, but it was ringing. “No, it wasn’t those.”

He sighed, tone laced with bitterness. “I think it would’ve be better if it was, though. Then I’d accept it easier.”

He says that, and yet, he checks the messages every night.

Kuroo listened to the final voice note a worrying amount of times before he forced himself to stop. Would that same person, easy-going and doting as they were in their reply, have the heart to disappear completely from his life, without even a goodbye?

Maybe you just didn’t know them very well.

Kenma and many others told him that. He told himself that. He has yet to believe those words, as he read their final conversation during sleepless nights.

Kuroo stood up from the bench, with Kenma following suit. “You know, I don’t feel bad about it anymore.” The blond tilted his head at Kuroo’s statement, urging him to elaborate.

“I just hope they were happy with the choice they made, and living the life they’ve wanted.” Kuroo’s words were melancholic, but Kenma noted a lack of venom, just as his best friend said.

“And so, you should do the same. Don’t let yourself lose because of the outcome.” Kenma jogged ahead of Kuroo, since Yaku was shouting across the court for them skipping out the clean-up. “He’s gonna bite our heads off at this point.”

Kuroo didn’t speak. He watched as Kenma rejoined the group, becoming part of the contained chaos and immediately regretting it. The captain found himself snorting at the sight. Kuroo felt the blanketing weight around his body slowly lift off himself, as he internalized Kenma’s advice.

He hopes he has the time to greet the new family that moved in across the street. It was a while ago when there was a fresh face in the neighborhood.

[kazhuad]

xiao, to tame a storm ♤

tags: implied sexual content (nothing too NFSW), slight angst

though your ears may not have been as finely tuned as your sight, you caught a catch in the wind's whisper. you continue polishing your utensils by the basin as the yaksha's presence manifested behind you.

"it's still early, did you encounter anything peculiar on your patrol?" a smile fitted on your lips, keeping your focus on the task at hand. the chore was quickly interrupted when arms circled behind you and around your waist, tight yet considering.

you squeezed xiao's forearm in response, and hesitation dissipated, replaced by clutching desperation. you pushed against him to allow your body to face his, catching the pieces as they fall.

he was a storm, raging through different states of stability. his brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a straight line, and his golden eyes. your treasure.

your treasure was being plagued with ominous clouds. xiao had always carried a great battle within him, but it has never surfaced in this manner before. where even he couldn't bear to lock it within.

chastising him for that habit, you intended your words to be taken as lightly as a feather. for you understood that xiao never acted on anything without a firm stance.

he only hid his turmoil from you to shade you from the worst of it, as he said. and you insisted that you were prepared to face it. he persevered.

yet to see him cracking on the surface, to see his unshakable willpower falter, you know. you know it was something devastating.

so you held your tongue and clasped the frame of his face, thumbs caressing the sharp edges of cheekbones. his eyelids fluttered, cherishing your skin against his. xiao bowed his head down, hiding any more vulnerability from your sharp eyes.

one hand slid against the skin on his neck, and you drew figure-eights on his nape. you hear the sharp inhale, followed by a stuttering sigh. you ushered him closer to your frame until his head was resting on your body.

another hand found its way to the intricate markings on his upper arm, tracing the glowing tattoos. you felt his breath rapidly increasing its pace, and you settled on placing your fingertips near his gloved ones. you felt xiao rotate his hand and you met him halfway by linking your fingers in between his.

the world grew silent as you decided that xiao was the only one that you needed to sense. you soothed his unraveling, but rigid frame until you were certain you had your beloved returned to a collected state. as collected as he can be at the moment.

you felt vibrations reverberate on your torso, only to realize that xiao had muttered something. you pressed his nape lightly to indicate that haven't heard, and he reluctantly released his face from the safe confines of your chest.

you were almost happy to see a lingering pout trailing on his lips.

"can you do that on my back?"

you let the question hang in the air, and the growing annoyance with a mix of embarrassment became more prominent in xiao's eyes. you quickly found his meaning, and lightly chuckled.

"sit on the couch with me, then?"

both of your footsteps trudged to the small living area, and xiao maintained his ramrod posture as he sat down. you prodded his side with a finger, swearing you heard a small grunt, and he moved to face the side, back towards you.

unmarked like the finest silk, you observed how the muscles underneath the skin contorted and responded to any slight movement of his. you didn't know the details, but the yakshas seemingly do not scar as how mortals usually would. and yet, you felt and perceived the countless scars that decorated his body, invisible to those unknowing of his burdens.

your palm was placed first, and relief washed over you as you felt his heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm. xiao did not move from the contact, and you let his reactions dictate your next move.

you placed your face near the exposed window of his top, and you wonder if you were imagining the sudden heat radiating off him. your breath bounced off his back and you were certain the sight of him shivering was not created by your mind.

it was like electricity rippled in his nerves, as you placed a tentative peck on the middle of his back. you waited for any sign of protest, receiving only a disgruntled and strangled noise from xiao.

"please."

you grew confident from the pleading laced in his words, placing butterfly kisses along the skin. a shaky sigh aired out from his mouth, only to be replaced by a hiss as you slightly sucked on one of your kisses.

xiao felt like he was melting, held together only by your hands placed around his waist. a tremble rippled through his body as your fingers squeezed on flesh that met the top of his hips.

he couldn't stop the mewl that left him as your tongue slid against his exposed skin. goosebumps forming along his back and neck, he held your hands tight and kept them firmly in place.

your teeth grazed one of his shoulder blades and he bit his lip in fear of indulging you with more of his obscene squeaks and whimpers. you knew, however, exactly how to have him sing your favorite melody.

in the light of the moon's glow, xiao forgets all that plagues him, even for a sliver of a second in his seemingly eternal existence. instead, he remembers every ministration of your lips against his own, and along with the sweetest spots on his body.

the sole yaksha had endured many a sin of his own, yet every day he learns that it is not there to damn him to suffering. he learns that he can indulge in whatever beauty a person's love can grant you.

guess who came out of the writer's hole and decided to post this word vomit :D definitely not me...

to anyone still reading thanks a million :<<

the hiatus has been kicking my ass badly and life all just went to crazy places for the last months, but i'll start actively attempting to revive this blog!

crossposted on my ao3 here!

[kazhuad]

childe: right person, not enough time

can i be real with you guys i actually had to stop myself from writing the entire thing in one part 😅😅but yes, whatever you think is gonna happen,, think again.. ENJOY!

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For a subzero climate, your family somehow didn't bother providing you with thicker coats, especially as the seasons' transition into fall. That is, you think it's almost fall, from how many full moons you've counted these past months.

Your pacing intensified as you vigorously rubbed your arms for any sort of heat. A puff of cold air floated near your face while you sighed. "That boy's clearly taking his time."

You contemplated on whether to retreat to your home and into your cozy covers when you hear a twig snap echoing from one direction. The woods and their ambiguous noises.

It didn't help that the trees were bare from any of its leaves, your surroundings feeling eerier now that you stopped fussing over your freezing state. The little sunlight seeping through the branches didn't offer any reassurance.

"I told you to wear more layers." A voice came up right next to your ear, and you reflexively slammed your fist on the person's face. Although, it was supposed to hit their face if they didn't dodge in time.

"And I told YOU to greet me like a normal person." You sneered at your friend while Ajax clutched his stomach, laughter escaping him.

"Maybe if you didn't give me such bizarre reactions, I'd consider it."

A pout graced your lips and you refused to face him. Along with your fuming demeanor, your teeth involuntarily chattered coupled with your hands rubbing together. From your peripherals, you saw him tut at you. You heard fabric ruffling and eventually felt a coat being placed on your shoulders.

Survival instincts quelled your ego and you clutched the coat closer to yourself. You grumbled, "What took you so long?" You studied his form, seeing his unaffected expression even with the lack of extra layers. Ajax leaned on a tree while he replied.

"Got held up at the house, Teucer and the kids wanted to have me there baking with them." He shook his head, a smile reaching his eyes. "My older sister had to intervene since they were clinging on to me."

The image of Ajax being held hostage by his siblings had you chuckle quietly. "It's your eighteenth birthday, of course, they're excited."

Ajax stared at you, reiterating. "You know I don't do birthday parties." He saw you be disheartened at his statement, and he scratched his neck. "I mean, the idea is nice, I just think a quiet family dinner is better than—well whatever they're planning."

You huffed. "So you don't want me there?"

His cobalt blue eyes widened until he caught onto your teasing tone. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." He jested, earning a giggle from you as your dejected facade quickly crumbled.

"Am I really not family for you?" You poked hard at his side, inciting a slight jump from the ticklish ginger.

Ajax pushed your hand off while shaking his head at you. "I told you already, you're more than family to me."

You peered at him from the corner of your eye, hiding your tinted cheeks. Brushing off his playful comments was something you've been doing for a while, yet he doesn't relent. For the most part, you don't mind.

"Anyways, let's get going. The seaside's only going to get colder when the sun sets." You scoffed at his obvious avoidance, yet didn't push the subject.

"You and your walks. A normal 18-year-old would roam around Morepesok and visit food stalls to celebrate their birthday."

"What can I say? I am just an old soul." Ajax replied, waving his finger at you. "Besides, the village gets boring when night falls."

You muttered an "okay grandpa" under your breath, causing Ajax to pinch your cheek. Both your giggles harmonized in the barren forest, until he suddenly went rigid.

"Someone else is here."

You unconsciously held your breath while Ajax ushered you to hide behind him. "Show yourself. Didn't your parents ever teach you it's not nice to sneak up on people?"

If the situation wasn't so tense, you would've commented on the irony of his sentence. The joke disintegrated from your tongue when you saw a masked man come out of the shadows, and Ajax's hold on your hand tightened.

A Fatui Agent.

"These forests are off-limits to civilians, you know." The agent spoke up and you shivered internally at the menacing tone. "Ever since one boy got lost and went missing for three days.

You let in a sharp inhale at the words of the agent. Everyone knew what, more specifically, who he was referring to. You glanced at Ajax, and you saw him hold his ground.

"I told you to leave me and my family alone." He replied through gritted teeth, and you could see the rage pooling beneath his eyes. It was as if any sign of life disappeared. "I'll give you my answer when I'm ready."

A deep chuckle devoid of humor came out of the man. "You would dare make the Harbingers and Tsaritsa wait?" The last word was emphasized with disbelief.

"You are the ones begging for my presence there, so know your place. Unless you want me to beat some sense into your soldiers again."

The blood drained from your face as you processed Ajax's threat. An internal struggle occurred within you to either leave Ajax alone and run for your life or have the Fatui end both of you then and there.

Something tells you both choices were foolish.

Surprisingly, the agent only growled as a response. He straightened up while sneering at Ajax. "Decide now. Next time, we will not ask again."

The Fatui Agent retreated after leaving an ominous warning, and you watched the Fatui disappear into the forest. You carefully peeled yourself off Ajax's back. Due to the intense confrontation, you didn't realize the close proximity between you and him.

Ajax didn't comment, instead, he scanned the environment once again, the dark expression on his face remaining. Once he was sure you two were alone, his face shifted into a calmer one.

"What..." You hesitated when you saw Ajax whip his head towards you upon hearing you speak. You swallowed and quietly continued. "What was that Fatui Agent talking about?"

The reluctant smile he gave you was far from familiar and instead gave you a slight tug in your heart. "I guess I can't hide anything from you, huh?"

"Ajax. I'm serious."

Hearing his name, Ajax's face fell. The frown on his lips deepened while he looked at the ground, avoiding your worried gaze. "They're recruiting me."

Your throat felt dry. "Didn't your father already draft you into the Fatui's forces? What else do they want from you?"

The silence was deafening. You felt like the icy waters of the sea were flowing in your veins instead. Your eyes remained on Ajax for a few more seconds, awaiting his reply.

"Let's get to the seaside first," He started walking away. "There might be other Fatui in the area lurking around."

Ajax strode forward, footsteps quiet and careful. You tugged on the sleeves of his coat, burying your face in it for warmth. A few moments pass and your feet carried you towards his advancing figure.

He never was good at lying.

[kazhuad]

diluc ragnvindr: second chances

still thinking if this is gonna end up angsty,, but diluc exudes comfort so i'll hold off the sad vibes for now 🥰🥰 enjoy the first part!

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Seeing the fireflies' dim glow and the feeling of cobblestone on your heels had nostalgia sinking deep in your skin. You glanced further and saw the wisp of dandelions decorating the front gate.

You're home, the thought crossed your mind, and you felt a sense of calm washing over you. The countless days traveling from Sumeru on foot, hopping from inn to inn, has left you fatigued, but seeing the crest of the lion seeped away all the exhaustion.

The contents of your travel bags rattled as you readjusted your hold. You quickly scanned the interior of your satchel, checking if the items were still in one piece. You let out a breath when you observed that your papers and tomes were dry and safe.

You strode over to the gates, pausing when the knights halted you and asked for your purpose of visiting the city. You hastily introduced yourself and explained that you were a local. One of the knights' faces lit up in recognition and you were permitted for entry after some small talk.

You deducted that your arrival would be well into the night, where only a few drunkards and knights would be present in the quiet streets. You didn't mind since you preferred resting up before seeing familiar faces.

This familiar face, however, was something you never thought to see again.

"Diluc?" your voice shocked you back into the real world, with it coming out louder than you anticipated. Your chest tightened when the figure stopped in their stride, body turning towards you.

Four years. A nation or two. The time and distance weren’t enough to make you forget. His scarlet locks sit comfortably in a low ponytail, and you could feel the weight of his ruby irises on you. His expression was something akin to a deer startled by a hunter.

It was the same expression that you last saw on him back then.

"You're here."

Somehow you spoke in unison with him, which made the moment feel surreal. Your body stood there rigid, like a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over you. Diluc was the opposite, fidgeting with his collar. He seemed more anxious, now that he also realized that you were actually here.

The first thing you noticed was his height. Even with the distance, he was considerably taller than you last remember him. Along his growth spurt, you took note of how his clothes hugged his body more tightly. A flash of heat pass down your neck at the thought.

Without warning, he started towards you, expression cautious, but welcoming. You remained unresponsive even as he reached where you stood. Diluc held out his hands towards you.

"May I?" His question confused you and you felt a bit slow as you watch Diluc sigh at your cluelessness.

"Your luggage. I'll carry it back to wherever you're staying." He clarified, and you saw his fingers beckon for the said items. "Come on, you look like you're about to pass out."

His tone remained cool, but from your past interactions with him, you figured that it was because of his practiced formality. Although, that tone of his was something he reserved for strangers.

The weight of your suitcase was lifted from you. The cool leather from Diluc's gloved hand grazed your fingers and you swear you felt goosebumps moving down your arm. Diluc didn't flinch, yet you noticed the slight furrow in his eyebrows.

After a few beats, both of you were walking side by side deeper into the streets. You were left carrying your small satchel as Diluc held onto the bulky luggage. The sound of your footsteps accompanied the silence between you two.

Even with the friendly gesture, the air around you felt heavy with the weight of unspoken questions and lingering doubts. Your mind still hasn't processed the fact that Diluc was right next to you.

You scoffed internally, realizing how bizarre the situation was. It's as if the Anemo Archon themselves carried your wishes in the wind and brought you back the person you thought to be long gone.

Your musings muddled your head for a while until you urgently stopped in your tracks and mentally scolded yourself. You haven't told Diluc where you were staying, and you were probably trudging the streets aimlessly as he trailed you.

Yet as you registered your surroundings, you were floored, because your destination was right in front of you. You checked, double-checked, and, you were sure. The front door was a bit worn, the wood looking aged from the natural wear and tear, yet it stood there sturdy as ever.

You couldn't help but whip your head towards Diluc, a puzzled look in your eyes. You opened your mouth, then closed it quickly, retracting the urge to ask him. It seemed a bit out of place to question him.

Diluc cleared his throat, most likely noticing your dilemma. "This was the house you lived in, right? Before we-"

The sentence was left unfinished, and you suspected that he wasn't going to continue that train of thought. He didn't have to.

"Yes, it's pretty impractical to move away from the main town when I have this lovely place here." There was no quiver in your voice as you changed the subject, even as you felt your head spinning.

He remembered.

You met Diluc's eyes, gauging his expression at the little revelation he told you. Diluc avoided eye contact as quickly, yet he recovered in record time and nodded his head. "I suppose so."

The conversation fell off once again, and you were debating on whether to invite him inside or rush into your home and lock him out. Luckily, Diluc decided for you and you saw him put your luggage down.

"I’ll leave you to it, then. The night's still young for me, and there's a mountain of paperwork at the winery guild." He nodded his head towards you, and you responded with a hum until you realized what he said.

"You're handling Dawn Winery now?"

You took into account his attire. It was heavy and had too many layers for someone who was supposed to be a knight. You should've noticed sooner he wasn't wearing any garment that resembled a uniform. You internally scolded yourself for focusing your attention on what Diluc was wearing, once again.

The exhaustion must've affected your head because you've realized too late what you said when you glanced at his face and saw Diluc’s careful expression falter.

You let out a forced cough, wringing your hands in front of you. "Forgive me, you don't have to answer that."

Diluc replied with a quiet "it's fine." and you wanted to throw yourself into the Cider Lake headfirst. He moved to the side and started walking away.

You stood there, watching him leave, yet he stopped midway and turned his body to face you once more.

"I’m glad you're back."

His dark-clad figure retreated into the sleeping streets of Mondstadt, and your eyes followed him until his red mop of hair disappeared into the corner.

"You too." The words were spoken to no one in particular as you leaned on the doorway of your home. The tension in your body slowly dissipated as you replayed Diluc's words in your mind.

Something tells you that being greeted by his familiar presence as soon as you came back into the city wasn't a coincidence. You had a feeling that the ties you had with him weren't completely severed and that perhaps you and Diluc could make up for the lost time.

Maybe it's time to see how this year's vineyards have been doing.

[kazhuad]

where the road takes us, ♧

i wanted to start a mini-series about some genshin men and their romantic tropes :> this is gonna be the masterlist since i'm planning on making it multichaptered (around two to three) and yeah,, we'll see how it goes! 😁😁

kaeya - rivals to lovers

part 1

diluc - second chances

part 1

childe - right person, not enough time

part 1

zhongli - forbidden love

part 1

xiao - love at first sight

part 1

thoma - childhood friends to lovers

part 1

kazuha - everyone can see it

part 1

[kazhuad]

waited forever to get this lil rascal home 🤧🤧🤧😭💖 i can finally put him in my pocket

[kazhuad]

gojo satoru, ♤ appointments

“Gojo-sensei took the day off.” Itadori was still in his pajamas, scratching his side. “He said the break was more for me than him, though.” His styled hair was darting out on all sides. You looked away from his bedhair to stare at his tired eyes.

“You didn’t see him at all today?” You took this opportunity to peek into the boy’s dorm room, glancing at the unmade bed and the strewn-out clothing on the floor. Itadori shook his head, a guilty expression creeping upon his face.

“Ah, I kinda slept in today, so no. I haven’t seen anyone actually.” He giggled. You responded with your own.

A day off itself isn’t unusual for Gojo, but yesterday you remembered him droning on and on about how excited he was to ‘whip Yuuji up to shape’ and then treat him with sushi afterward.

You balled the fist that was in your jacket pocket, hiding any worry from your face. “Thanks for letting me know, Itadori-san.” You turned around, pausing midway, “Tell Sukuna I said hi.”

Itadori blinked at you, and you saw the mouth forming on his cheek. The curse let out a string of profanities and the occasional death threat, then disappeared into Itadori’s skin.

You waved at your student and took your leave.

Almost running down the hallway, you kept your eyes glued on your phone, fingers tapping vigorously on the screen.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust your co-worker. In fact, Gojo’s tendency to poke his nose into things he shouldn’t have brought more trouble for you than him. The reason is that your mental gymnastics about his wellbeing has you aging for about ten years’ worth.

If he wasn’t making you exasperated, Gojo would be on your ass for worrying too much about him. This is acceptable since you’re basically stressing over nothing.

Though, there’s still a lingering feeling, gnawing at the dark recesses of your thoughts that says otherwise-

The device in your hand vibrated, notifying you of the incoming call. You barely gave it time to ring, quickly answering your phone.

“Where the hell are you?” You couldn’t keep the snarl from escaping your mouth. You felt slightly relieved when you heard his light chuckle, but you weren’t saying that out loud.

“Someone’s cranky today. Did you need something from me, sweetheart?” He hummed. You could almost see his smug smile.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You’re the one who called, Satoru.”

“Ah, I guess so.” Breathing in deeply, you tried not to end the call right there. Gojo’s side was silent for a few moments until you heard him snap his fingers. Three seconds later, there was still no response from him.

“Satoru?”

You sneered at the caller ID, before pressing the red icon. Pocketing your phone, you decided to not associate yourself with whatever that man’s up to. He was not worth wasting your morning over, and you had a long, long day ahead.

You settled with going to your second-year students to start the daily training. Turning on your heel, you didn’t expect to be met face-first with a broad chest.

Well, it was a broad chest in front of you, but what you hit was something much more solid. You rubbed your sore forehead, clicking your tongue at the culprit.

“I told you not to activate Infinity when sneaking up on me.” Your complaint was met with a satisfied smirk.

Gojo leaned forward (and down), waving his finger at you. “Or…you should probably get better at detecting things, instead of bumping into everything.” He puffed some air into your forehead. “I’m worried you’ll get a concussion and forget about me, you know?”

You backed away from him and crossed your arms. “What’s so important that you had to warp here instead of telling me through a phone call?”

In truth, it was nice having him here physically. It gave you some ground to quell your overthinking. Again, not that you would tell Gojo that.

Your question, however, made Gojo visibly deflate. His shoulders slumped as he tried to explain his side. The sudden shift of mood softened your irritation towards him, yet you held your ground, lest he tried to butter you up for a favor.

“You remember when I bought that new box set of sweets, the one from the new bakery downtown?” He started.

You snorted, recalling how he didn’t even give you a single bite. “Sure.”

“Well, I met up with Nanamin after my session with Yuuji. And he saw me eating it, so he decided to give me a two-hour lecture on how my sugar diet will lead to my depleting health, fitness, and concentration.”

This time, you laughed. The situation was a Nanami thing to do, no doubt. The image of Gojo being told off by his kouhai, however, was something you wanted to see so badly. That man has the ability that most cannot fathom to grasp. The ability to handle the manchild of a sorcerer.

“So, are you here to snitch on Nanami-san? I’m not gonna scold him, you know. He was right.” You raised an eyebrow, pointedly waiting for Gojo to continue.

“It’s not that. I’m healthy and in perfect shape, that’s obvious,” Gojo ignored the snarky remark you threw at him. “But since he said all that jazz, he also demanded to see my teeth for evidence.”

Your eyes narrowed at the sudden turn of the story. “And?”

“I have a cavity. Two, actually.”

A few beats, three, four.

You couldn’t help the noise coming out of you. You held your sides and leaned backward as you cackled at the revelation. Gojo was not amused at the reception of his confession. He looked at you with displeasure.

“It’s not that funny.”

“Pft- right you’re right it’s not-“ You let out a suppressed giggle, feeling your eyes tear up. A good ten seconds and you recovered enough to face Gojo without snickering. He had a cute pout on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m okay.” You cleared your throat. “What’s the deal now?”

You asked him, but you had a general idea of what he was going to say. The abrupt day-off made sense, and you were expecting Gojo to ask you to substitute for him, while he goes to the dentist. Pretty straightforward.

Gojo pursed his lips, acting like he would do anything other than speaking the next words.

“Can you come with me to the appointment?”

The dumbfounded look on your face made Gojo regret mentioning it, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re pretty immature and annoying.” He said, bemused. Gojo’s words snapped you back to reality, earning a slighted reaction from you.

Gojo didn’t activate his Infinity barrier when you punched him on the arm. The effort was futile, with the taller man barely moving at the action. In your defense, that wasn’t meant to hurt him anyway.

“If you insist on having me as your companion in this dentist trip, then I suggest you play nice.” You emphasized the last word, pointedly staring at his covered eyes.

A second later, Gojo flashed a grin and ruffled your hair. “I always found you cute when you’re all huffy like that.”

You sputtered out a response, which fell on deaf ears as Gojo tapped away on his phone to get directions for the clinic.

The trip took longer than expected, as Gojo had to drop in his apartment and change into casual wear.

You noted the cream sweater he was wearing and how it wasn’t something you saw beforehand. You chose not to bring it up, since Gojo might tease you for noticing.

“Like what you see?” He stared at you over his sunglasses with a smirk, and you looked away with a huff.

“Let’s just get to the appointment.”

~

The idea of sitting around a waiting room for an hour or so didn’t bother you much, opting for an excuse to laze around on a supposedly tiring day. You settled on a chair, scanning for an interesting magazine when you spotted a head of silver hair out the corner of your eye.

“Pst, hey,” Gojo called out to you in a whisper tone, not actually whispering. His head was peeking out the door that separated the room from the clinic. “What are you doing there?”

You scrunched your eyebrows at the bizarre question. “I'm reading something.” The fashion magazine in your hand was unopened, though you were deciding on scanning it.

Gojo seemed unsatisfied with your reply but didn’t say anything. You were waiting for him to go back to the clinic, instead, he stood there staring at you.

“Do you need anything?” You inquired, exasperated by his weird behavior. “Gojo, the dentist isn’t going to start if you’re not in the chair so-"

“Can you come in with me?”

Whiplash. You placed the magazine back on the coffee table, and subtly pinched your forearm. Gojo is still there, awaiting your response.

“Did the-“

“Yes, I asked for permission and the doctor accepted.” He made an impatient noise as he nodded his head towards the clinic. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Before you could call him out for being the one delaying the appointment, he shut the door quietly. With a dumbfounded look on your face, you pondered about his change of demeanor.

Gojo still has the usual pushy attitude, but it sort of dampened during the whole exchange. And the fact that he’s asking for your company more openly than normal, you wondered if he felt unwell.

You let out a scoff and stood up from the couch, thinking that whatever’s making Gojo act friendlier, is none of your business. You were only tagging along for something very mundane, totally nothing to worry your head about.

The dentist greeted you with a polite smile as you entered. For some reason, Gojo didn’t acknowledge your presence, but you let it slide as he was already lying down on the reclined chair, with a pink bib on his chest.

That made you smile to yourself. You hoped he would wear some other color in his wardrobe. Along with the uniform, his sweaters and the occasional long-sleeved button-up offered nothing to the imagination.

Before you could fantasize more about Gojo in a velvet red suit, the dentist started talking to him, cutting your own thoughts off. She was stating the usual tips to avoid cavities in the near future, with Gojo humming every now and then.

“You know, as a sweet tooth myself, the maintenance that you have to do for your teeth is twice the work.” The dentist started poking around their tools. Having found what she needed, she turned around to face Gojo. “Okay now, can you open up for me?”

For good reason, you felt a bit intrusive about being in the room. You chose to busy yourself on your phone as the dentist did her work.

32 new messages.

Your heart nearly stopped upon seeing the notification. A few scrolls later, you realized it wasn’t a real emergency and let out a breath.

Maki and the other second years were texting about the training session, wondering why you weren’t showing up. You were about to reply when you noticed the dentist sat up from her chair.

“I'll just get some tools and we'll get started.” She spoke up, retreating to the other corner of the clinic. You took this time to look over at Gojo, who was silently brooding.

“Nanami-san did you a favor, at least your teeth aren’t falling out and all that. Wait, are they?” You jested at the last part, though the humor faded out when Gojo only met your expression with a pensive glare.

“Are you seriously making fun of me right now?”

You shrugged, “Thought it'd bring up your mood. You've been quiet during the whole briefing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I have tiny mirrors and needles poking in my mouth.”

“Besides that,” you clicked your tongue at his snarky reply. “Is it because you’re not used to being at the dentist?”

You half-expected Gojo to brag about how he’s Mr. Perfect and that he doesn’t need to do annual check-ups like every normal person would, but you were met with a shaky sigh.

That made you worry even more.

“Not really that, it’s just…” He trailed off. You looked over at his sapphire eyes and Gojo stared to the side. You pressed down the urge to pat his puffed-out cheek and waited for him to continue.

“There’s too much to feel. Around here, I mean.” The bright color in his eyes dulled as he went on, accompanying the taut smile on his lips. “Complaining and all is a pain in the ass since it doesn’t really do anything.”

You mentally scolded yourself for not considering it. The sterile white furniture and shiny steel equipment, bright lights, and the whirring of the machinery. Not to mention the needles and drills poking around his teeth later on.

Sensory overload, the worst enemy against the Six Eyes user.

You looked over at the dentist, seeing that she was still preparing the necessary tools. Glancing back at Gojo, you offered him a sympathetic gaze. “It doesn’t mean that you’re not allowed to complain.”

He hummed, clasping his hands together on his lap. Gojo kept his eyes closed, either deep in thought or shutting his surroundings out.

“You know if I planned to train myself on keeping my technique active, you would’ve thought I prepared an off-switch or something.”

A pause. “But you didn’t?” You asked.

“Kinda like learning how to ride a bike,” Gojo opened one eye slightly and fixed his gaze on you. “You never unlearn it.”

There was something innately fragile in that last sentence. You’re not sure if it was the nerves or something deeper. It's mostly obvious that Gojo wasn’t just the cheeky man that he is. You chose not to voice your thoughts.

The gesture felt bizarre, and you were sure of the notion when you saw Gojo tense up, your fingers hovering over his clenched fist. “May I?” You squeaked out, not realizing how dry your throat has been.

His blue eyes studied you and your awaiting hand, checking to see if you were joking around with him. Gojo looked satisfied with what he saw, and he let out a quiet sigh. You detected movement and saw him open his hand palm up.

You weren’t expecting the slight chill on his skin, yet you held back from flinching and gingerly placed your fingers on Gojo’s palm. The floor looked interesting as you felt him observe every motion you did.

“If it’s worth anything, my hand’s sanitized.” Gojo broke the silence, and you thought you heard a smirk from his reply.

You couldn’t stop a snort from coming out of you as you let your hand clasp around his. “That’s funny, I thought I saw you scratch your ass on the way here.”

Gojo squeezed your hand, “So you were checking out my ass, then?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the retort while you let out a retching noise. “Please, there’s barely anything there. You’re flat as cardboard.”

His tousled hair bounced with his laughter; crystal blue eyes no longer glazed with gloom. Both of you failed to notice the dentist picking quietly at her tools in the corner, whispering something about young love and all.

gone insane and posted a 5 month draft from my notes lol,, i have a bad habit of keeping works in the backburner..

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[kazhuad]

gojo satoru, ♤

normally, gojo would settle for observing your sleeping figure. adoring the way your lips parted open as you took deep and slow breaths.

with how close he was to your face, gojo could see every mark and line that graced your features. like a constellations on a starry sky, his finger followed the little quirks on your face and traced it slowly.

he half-expected you to stir awake, but his hand didn't get slapped away as he braced for your complaints. there was only a dazed smile that danced on your lips. he stared.

gojo settled on kissing your nose, waiting for you to scold him for waking you up.

"what's on your mind, babe?" you slurred, eyes remained shut. he felt something creeping down his arm and saw you intertwine your hands together.

it's scary how no words were exchanged and you already knew something was bothering him. you could be knocked unconscious, bleeding to death, or getting your ass kicked, and the first thing that would leave your mouth is "are you okay?".

it's scary, because he knows he can be vulnerable around you. he can lower down his walls, even if it's for a moment. that one moment, where everything and anything would seize the opportunity to end him.

and he gave that moment to you.

a squeeze to his hand, and he realized he didn't answer your question. your eyes were finally open, staring back at him with confusion.

gojo thought this matter wasn't something that he could just drop on you, but he also took into account the way your eyelids slowly closed, before fluttering back open.

"you look like a kitten trying to stay awake. it's cute." he nuzzled his nose on your cheek, hearing a tired sigh coming from you.

"satoru, i told you. no flirting after 2am." you let yourself shut your eyes, attempting at sleep. it was interrupted, when you felt lips pressing against your eyelids.

"mhm but you still owe me after you ate all my newly bought mochi." he can feel you roll your eyes at him, as his lips stayed at the same spot.

"i did not eat all of it. i told you i gave most of it to the students." you grumbled.

he moved and gave a small peck on your cheekbone. "tomato, tomato."

your hand pulled away from his as you tried shoving gojo's body away from yours, "just let me get at least 2 hours of sleep and you can bother me all you want after."

normally, gojo would oblige with your request, and get some well-needed rest for himself. he'd wrap his arms around your figure and pull you impossibly close to him.

he felt his heart thud against his chest. a million thoughts and possibilities ran through his mind. the what if's and but's popping up one after the other.

he might get called for a mission and leave you alone.

you might have something urgent to deal with and crawl away from his sleeping arms.

those 2 hours could be your last.

gojo detached himself from your body. the sudden loss of warmth woke you, and you saw he was hunched over at the dresser beside the bed. you contemplated on getting up to check, but the heavy weight on your eyelids fought against you.

when gojo finally settled back into your shared bed, he softened at the sight of you in blissful sleep. the sight overwhelmed him with different emotions, and in his heart he was steadfast. it was the right decision.

he glanced down at the jewerly box in his hand, whispering to himself. "i'm sure this is worth ruining their beauty sleep over."

forgive me for the lack of capitalization,, sometimes i write this way since it feels right for the fic ;-;

[kazhuad]

gojo satoru, ♤

A strangled cry had you nearly drop the plate in the sink. Debating whether or not to rush to the bathroom, you saw your companion angrily trudge into the kitchen.

"I thought you got used to it." A snicker left your mouth. Sky blues shot a glare at the back of your head, before grumbling to himself.

"It's not everyday you remember that you have a 4-foot long appendage on your ass."

Clicking your tongue, you dried off your hands on your apron. "Tailbone, Satorou. It's on your tailbone." You walked around the counter and leaned yourself against it, "And I did warn you about slamming it into doors."

Despite himself, Gojo couldn't hide the creeping smile on his face. Well, even if he did try to hide it, there was that thing swaying behind him, ready to give away even his darkest secrets.

You brushed off the thought and try to lighten up his bruised ego (and tail).

"I love how it matches your hair, though."  Your fingers raked around his newly washed hair. The motion made you catch a whiff of his vanilla cream shampoo, and the corner of your lips tilted upwards.

Gojo was leaning into your hand. The mannerisms were akin to his new, yet temporary form. "If this is your attempt to have me purr, I'm not buying it."

You snorted. "If I wanted you to purr, I would use different tactics."

"Such as?"

You don't miss the way his tone lowered. You glanced back into his eyes and saw something lurking behind the crystal colors.

A shrug was your response, earning a scoff from the tall man. There was plenty of time to discover his new quirks, and it's not everyday your boyfriend turns into a catboy.