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summary:ย Your technique allows you to hear the thoughts of others, which youโve spent years learning how to filter. Unfortunately, Itadori Yuuji has very loud thoughts.
warnings:ย 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, smut, aged up characters, mutual thirsting, idiots in lust, readerโs technique involves mind reading, poor reader is losing her mind, sooooo much fantasizing about sooo many things: fingering, oral, spit kink, dry humping, exhibitionism
notes:ย happy birthday, best boy! genuinely so shocked at how quickly I turned this around. literally dropped every other wip to get it up today, but anything for best boy! (btw, this will end where it ends. if you want a follow-up use your own imagination instead of asking for a second part.)
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They call you the Psychic Sorcerer. Well, not they. Itโs really just Gojo โ or at least itโs really just Gojo to your face. Everyone else knows how much you dislike the moniker because youโre not psychic.
Your cursed technique allows you to form a telepathic connection โ whether itโs with people, animals, or cursed spirits โ and manipulate your target. And as part of your technique, you can see the thoughts of others, which is what psychics do, but youโre not a psychic.
Psychics look into crystal balls and read tarot cards. They claim to tell the future, speak to the dead, and exorcise spirits. Yes, you also do that last one, but youโre not a psychic. Youโre a sorcerer, which youโll admit probably sounds just as spurious to non-sorcerersโฆ
Your technique is strong, but itโs taken you years to hone. When you were younger, you used to unknowingly slip into the minds of your playmates and the neighborhood pets, leaving them in a trance and you overwhelmed. Itโs only through training and your time at Jujutsu High that you learned how to focus your technique and form a link only when you mean to.
However, thereโs a part of you that thinks youโll never be able to fully master your technique. For all your skill with it now as an adult, and after all the trial, error, and embarrassing missteps you made as a teenager, there are times when you still canโt help but pick up a stray thought if it happens to be loud enough โ like two radio waves crossing.ย
And Itadori Yuujiโs thoughts are loud.ย
To be fair, most jujutsu sorcerers have loud thoughts to match their loud personalities. You particularly remember when you first met Todo and you were on the receiving end of a mental barrage of images of some idol that you faintly recalled having seen in passing before and big ass after big ass. So youโve long made your peace with the fact that loud thoughts come with the territory.
But when you first met Yuuji during your first year at Jujutsu High, it felt like you could hear everything he was thinking โ even without accounting for the curse caged inside of him. It would get so bad that you ended your days during those first weeks of knowing him feeling dizzy.ย
While Nobara has always been quick to project whatever irritation, excitement, or disgust she feels, her emotional flashes are quick to come but equally as quick to fade. Megumiโs unhealthy instinct to suppress everything he thinks and feels has always made him one of your favorite people to spend time with.
Itโs Yuuji who thinks loudly and feels loudly around the clock. Before you learned how to filter out and block every stray thought you heard, it felt like you were constantly aware of Yuuji's status whenever he was within a few hundred meters.ย
You knew when he was hungry, when he was enjoying something, when he was annoyed, when he was happy, when he was excited, when he was sad, when he thought something was funny, when he had to go to the bathroom, when he didnโt understand something, when he thought a girl was hot, when he was angry, when he was in pain, when he was winning at pachinko, when he was tired.ย
But after so many years of training, and so many years of being his friend, his thoughts and emotions are still just as loud, but you only ever hear one if you need to in the midst of a fight โ or if itโs strong enough.ย
And for the past few months, his thoughts have been so strong that it feels like youโre 15 all over again. Itโs not all his thoughts that are strong enough to reach you against your will, justโฆcertain ones.ย
The first time it happens, itโs so sudden that you feel like youโve been hit over the head.
People assume that with your technique, you can hear every word going through someoneโs mind. And while sometimes you do, people think both verbally and visually.
So, youโre not surprised when an image suddenly flashes in your head. After all, itโs a phenomenon that youโre more than used to. You are, however, surprised at the image.ย
Because as youโre waiting in line at a bakery to order, leaning in slightly to look at the display case of pastries, youโre suddenly assaulted with the mental picture of yourself from behind, particularly the way your dress has slightly ridden up the backs of your thighs. Itโs not high enough to be obscene, only enough to hint.
And to accompany the image is a deep desire โ for you to bend over further, for your dress to ride up even higher, to know whatโs beneath and for it to be a thong.ย
You cut off the connection before you can see anymore and shoot back up to stand perfectly straight, your eyes as wide as saucers. Your heart is racing in your chest and you have to fight the urge to bury your face in your hands to hide your burning cheeks.
โDid you figure out what you want?โ Yuujiโs curious voice is suddenly in your ear as he leans in over your shoulder to look at the pastry selection himself. โThat ham and cheese one looks so good.โ
He sounds soโฆunaffected, like he wasnโt just fantasizing about what your underwear looks like. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and none of it is on his face.ย
โTh-the pistachio one,โ you mumble, distractedly pointing at the croissant in the corner of the display case.
โOh, youโll have to let me try a bite!โ he grins, moving in even closer to look at what else the bakery has to offer, entirely oblivious to the mental breakdown heโs caused.ย
And thatโs how it starts.ย
Youโll be out with Yuuji and youโll get a flash of him wondering how soft your lips are when you apply some chapstick, or of him appreciating how your neckline dips just low enough for him to see the edge of your bra when he looks down at you.ย
Itโs not every time youโre together, but it starts to happen often enough that you begin to prepare yourself whenever you know that youโre going to see him, just in case. And it does work. You accept that your friend seems to be attracted to you and assume that this new crush will probably go away. Youโre able to shut out the thoughts as quickly as they come.ย
But then they get louder โ and filthier. Youโre no longer seeing things that could barely be considered PG-13.ย
Youโre seeing your face coated in white streaks of Yuujiโs cum, your mouth open and your tongue sticking out to catch every last drop as he fists his cock. Youโre seeing your ass in the air as he eats you out from behind, your own imagined whimpers and moans ringing in your ears as you grind back into his face. Youโre seeing yourself from above, his hands on the backs of your knees pressing them towards your chest as your ankles dangle by his ears while you beg him to go โharder, Yuuji!โ Youโre seeing him yanking you into an alley to bend you over and fuck you against the concrete wall.
Itโs only made worse by how casual he acts when youโre finally able to recover from whatever obscene display has been forced upon you and you can dare to look at him. Heโs never flustered or lost in some fantasy. Heโs never distracted. You never catch him staring at your tits or ass. Youโve never even been able to catch him with a tent in his pants.ย
He behaves as if everything is normal, like heโs just your friend that youโve known since high school. A friend who doesnโt fantasize when youโre laughing together over hotpot about spitting in your mouth or when you finally have a chance to go see Human Earthworm 6 about you swallowing his cock in a crowded theater.ย
Your other friends seem to have noticed that something is off. Megumi has asked on more than one occasion if youโre coming down with something when he sees how youโll suddenly start breaking out into a sweat. Nobara is more perceptive, immediately jumping to the conclusion that there must be a new man in your life with how flustered youโve been lately.
Thereโs a sudden, sharp pang of someone elseโs dismay you feel when she makes her deduction in front of your friends.ย
But what you donโt know how to tell her is that this new man is Yuuji, and the reason youโre so flustered is because every time you see him, heโs been unknowingly projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into your mind. And even worse, you donโt know how to tell her that youโve started to look forward to it.ย
At first, you thought the reason why you would get so wet was because Yuuji doesnโt just share whatโs running through his mind, but also what heโs feeling. Your arousal is really just his arousal.ย
But that doesnโt explain why youโve found your eyes lingering over his broad shoulders when his back is to you or appreciating the sight of him shirtless and sweaty after training together or wondering what it would feel like to have two of his thick fingers buried knuckle deep in your slick cunt.ย
And youโve started to realize that he doesnโt even need to be around for you to end up yourself lost in a fantasy of your own making.ย
Youโll be scrolling through your phone and your mind will drift to how it would feel to look down and see Yuuji beneath you as you ride him, your palms pushing down against his bare chest for leverage with every rock of your hips. Youโll be sitting on the couch and wish that Yuuji were with you so you could climb into his lap and desperately grind against him until you both come in your pants as you let out needy little whimpers against his lips.ย
Youโll be in bed late at night with your hand buried between your legs, your fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy while you grind the heel of your palm against your clit, and mourn the absence of his cock.ย
After months of this ongoing torture, your sanity is about to snap. It feels like every time youโre together, if itโs not his fantasies that youโre seeing, itโs your own.
But then you notice a change. Because where youโve started to feel less flustered every time one of these images is playing in your mind โ so desensitized to them by this point that they leave you turned on more than anything else โ he appears to be growing more flustered in your presence.ย
There are times when he canโt quite meet your eyes. Youโll look over at him and see that his cheeks are suddenly as pink as his hair. Thereโs one time where he starts to choke on the soda heโs in the middle of drinking for no apparent reason. You finally start to catch him staring longingly at your ass.ย
You begin to wonder if heโs close to reaching his breaking point.ย
Itโs what you find yourself contemplating one night as you and Yuuji get caught in the rush hour crowd on the subway. Heโs strong enough and thoughtful enough to have pushed a path through when you boarded, so that you can lean back against the set of doors on the opposite side. He rests his forearm above your head on the window, using his body to shield you from the rest of the crowd.ย
Itโs an awkward situation for two friends to be in. For as much room as he tries to leave between you, people continue to get on at each station, and eventually, thereโs no space left โ you can feel every firm inch of him pressed against you.
He seems to be more conscious of it than you, his eyes directed nervously up at the ceiling. Youโre just relieved that itโs him invading your space and not some creep whoโs ready to take advantage of the close quarters.ย
Thankfully, most of the station platforms are on the same side as where you entered the train, so neither of you have to worry about moving or the doors youโre both leaning against opening. With Yuuji seemingly feeling too shy to talk while youโre in such an intimate position, your mind begins to wander.
What if you turn around? Yuuji would feel every one of your curves as you reposition yourself so that your tits were pressed against the window and your ass slots perfectly against his crotch. You could take his free hand in yours and slip it under your skirt and between your thighs so that he could feel the wet spot in your underwear.
Actually, in this fantasy, youโre wearing no underwear. God, the groan heโll let out when you slide his fingers up your legs, only to find that thereโs no barrier between his touch and your soaked pussy.ย
His cock would be so hard against your ass as you give a slow grind into it, able to feel every solid inch even through the fabric of your skirt and his pants. But you canโt waste any time โ the doors supporting you both could open at any of the next stops.ย
So, while you flip up your skirt, he rushes to shove his pants and boxer briefs just far enough so he can pull out his cock with one hand. And that one hand is then quickly slapped over your mouth to muffle your cry when he slides his cock into your sopping cunt in one smooth stroke.ย
He takes you so roughly that you canโt tell if itโs the train thatโs so jerky or the punishing rhythm he sets, desperate to get you both off before someone either catches you in the middle of your illicit act or you enter a station where the platform is on your side of the car.ย
Itโs just as you slide your hand down between your legs to furiously rub at your clit that the fantasy comes to a screeching halt with all the force of someone hitting the emergency brake on the train. Because youโre suddenly incredibly aware of something hard between you.ย
You look down, but itโs pointless with how close Yuuji is โ pointless because you canโt see beyond his chest and yours, and pointless because what else could it be other than his cock? You then look up at him with hooded eyes to see how red his face is.
He looks pained, his features scrunched together, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and a bead of sweat running down his neck that you want nothing more than to catch with your tongue. You tilt your head to the side curiously, wondering why heโs so distressed. Obviously, heโs feeling embarrassed, you donโt need to be able to read his mind to know that. But this seems to be something beyond simple embarrassment.ย
Feeling your gaze on him, he eventually opens his eyes and gathers the courage to look down at you. Your breath catches in your throat when you see how wide his pupils are, his warm brown irises merely a thin ring around them, and how you can see a mixture of deep hunger, desperation, and pleading.ย
โIโm begging you,โ he says. His voice is barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the train as it continues to run along its track, but itโs impossible to miss the rasp to it. โYou have got to stop doing that. Youโre killing me.โ
Your forehead wrinkles as you frown in confusion, trying to understand what heโs talking about. But then he lifts his free hand, the one you had just been fantasizing about having between your legs, and taps his index finger meaningfully against his temple, and you gasp so loudly that you know other passengers have turned to see whatโs happening.ย
Because over the months where Yuuji has been projecting his thoughts, unaware that theyโve been loud enough that you canโt help but hear them, it never occurred to you that a longer-lasting connection was slowly forming with every image, every word, every emotion. Your mind became so open to receiving what he was unknowingly sharing that you hadnโt realized that you were slipping into his mind the way you used to do with others when you were younger and still learning the basics of your technique.ย
And what you grew to understand as you developed it was that if you donโt form a barrier to protect whatโs in your mind, then the connection becomes reciprocal and your target can see everything that youโre thinking, too.ย
Which means that for the last few months, itโs not only him whoโs been projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into your mind, but also you whoโs been projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into his mind.ย
All you can do is stare up at him, your mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find the words. Unfortunately, while youโve lost your ability to speak, your mind refuses to quiet and all you can think of is how you want him to stick his fingers in your mouth.
From the way his head drops back with a deep groan, it seems youโve accidentally projected that as well.
๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ. when someone else tries to do this trend w you.
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ. toji, satoru, sukuna, megumi, takuma, and suguru.
๐๐ฐ. pure fluff, strong words!
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ. i loved this!! shout out to the anon who requested this... i missed writing scenarios w multiple charac.
๐๐๐๐.
youโre just minding your business, scrolling on your bed, when a sudden THUD rattles your door. โwhat the fuckโโ
ou jump up, heart in your throat. it sounded like a damn grenade hit your dorm. you open the door and thereโs this dude in a tank top standing there, football in hand, flashing that fake-friendly grin.
โoh, shitโsorry!โ he says, catching it like heโs in a Nike ad. โare you ladies alright?โ and before you can even process whatโs happening, thereโs a shadow behind you. bare feet on tile. low voice.
โyeah,โ Toji drawls, shirtless, towel hanging low on his hips, hair damp from the shower. โsheโs good.โ
the guyโs smile falters immediately. you can literally feel the air get heavy. toji steps into the doorway like heโs reclaiming territory, shoulder brushing yours as he towers over the dude. that lazy grin on his face doesnโt match the pure murder in his eyes.
โyou throwinโ balls at our door now?โ he asks, tone casual but dripping with โtry meโ energy.
โno, man, it slippedโโ
โyeah? then maybe aim better next time,โ Toji says, leaning one arm against the doorframe, muscles flexing like heโs doing it on purpose. โbefore I start thinkinโ youโre tryna get her attention.โ
โwhat? nah, dude, itโs not like thatโโ Toji tilts his head, that lazy grin spreading. โSure. But you can tell your little frat buddies down there to fuckinโ chill before I start throwing them.โ
the guy laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. โuh, yeah, sorry, manโmy bad.โ
โyeah, yeah. now go run along before I make you catch somethinโ else.โ the poor guy bolts, practically sprints down the hall.
you close the door slowly, staring up at Toji like, โyou seriously just said that?โ
โwhat?โ he shrugs, stretching, still standing there like a smug menace. โhe asked if you were alright. I just confirmed it.โ
โyou scared the shit outta him.โ โgood,โ he says, wandering back toward your bed. โmaybe next time heโll keep his fuckinโ ball to himself.โ
you roll your eyes, muttering, โyouโre insane.โ he looks over his shoulder, smirks. โand youโre welcome.โ
the comment section on the video โcause of course the guyโs friend caught the whole thing on camera.
โbro almost died in 4k ๐ญโ
"y is he only in a towel?"
"they did it, but i just can't prove it."
โno oneโs talking about how the girl didnโt even flinch when her man showed up... like she knewโ
โwait why he kinda..."
๐๐๐๐.
youโre sitting cross-legged on the floor, half-eating instant noodles, half-watching something on your laptop when thereโs a loud-ass thud on your dorm door. you flinch so hard the noodles almost fly. โwhat the fuck was that?โ
before you can even move, thereโs a knock. thenโ a random dude with a football opens your door halfway, catches the ball like heโs in some kind of ad, smirks, and goesโ โare you ladies alright?โ
you blink. โโฆwhat?โ
and then, from somewhere behind youโ โladies?โ
gojo, shirt halfway on, hair still damp, steps out of the bathroom with his shades hanging off his nose. he looks between you and the guy like he just walked in on the dumbest shit heโs ever seen.
โnah, sheโs fine,โ he says, yawning. โyouโre the one who looks concussed, bro.โ
the dude laughs awkwardly. โnah man itโs a tiktok trend, i swear, itโs just a prankโโ
โyeah, well,โ gojo says, scratching his head, โhow โbout you aim that ball somewhere thatโs not our fuckinโ door next time before i shove it up yourโโ
โgojo!โ you hiss.
โwhat?โ he shrugs, grinning. โdudeโs out here throwing shit at peopleโs rooms like weโre in a fuckinโ dodgeball tournament. iโm just sayinโ, thereโs consequences.โ
the guyโs trying to keep it friendly but his face is red as hell. โnah for real, man, my badโdidnโt mean toโโ
โyeah, yeah,โ gojo waves him off, already walking back into the room, โget your ball and go play outside like a good boy.โ
the guy bends down, grabs his football, and books it down the hallway so fast itโs almost impressive. you close the door, sighing. โyou didnโt have to threaten him.โ
โi didnโt,โ gojo says, flopping onto your bed. โi just said facts.โ
โyou implied youโd shove a football up his ass.โ โyeah, well, maybe heโll remember it next time he tries to flirt with someoneโs girl.โ he grins, laying back, smug as hell. โyouโre welcome, by the way.โ
you roll your eyes. โyouโre impossible.โ โand sexy,โ he adds immediately. โdonโt forget sexy.โ
yet again the video was still posted, โtried to do the trend and her boyfriend was built different ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ top comments.
โwhy is he so sassyโ
โcuntโ
โbro's majestic"
โher bf looks like he hasnโt taken shit seriously since birth and i respect thatโ
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
youโre curled up on the couch, scrolling your phone, half ignoring the sounds coming from the hallway โ itโs just the usual friday night chaos. then, out of nowhere, a bang rattles your door.
you jump. โwhat theโโ
the door cracks open, and a guy standing there catches a football against his chest, smirk already loaded. he looks you dead in the eye and goes,
โare you ladies alright?โ you just blink, confused as hell. before you can even answer, thereโs a low voice from inside your room.
โwho the fuck you talkinโ to?โ and thatโs sukuna.
heโs leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, shirt hanging off one shoulder, tattoos peeking down his neck, hair still messy from the shower. his eyes are sharp and that little scar on his lip twitches when he frowns.
the dude in the hall hesitates, laughs awkwardly. โyo, chillโitโs just a tiktok trendโโ
โa trend?โ sukuna repeats, pushing off the doorframe and walking closer, slow and deliberate. โwhat, harassing girls now counts as a fuckinโ trend?โ
โnah, bro, itโs not like thatโโ
โoh, itโs exactly like that,โ sukuna cuts him off, stepping right up behind you, one hand finding your hip, pulling you back into him. โyou knock on someoneโs door, throw a ball at โem, then try to sound smooth. yeah, real creative. did your brain come up with that or did your frat group chat?โ
the guy tries to laugh again, looking anywhere but at him. โitโsโitโs just for fun, manโโ
โfun,โ sukuna echoes, scoffing. โyou almost hit her in the face with that fuckinโ ball.โ he reaches around you, plucks the football right out of the guyโs hands like itโs nothing. โthis yours?โ
โuhโyeahโโ
sukuna turns it over once, then just drops it to the floor. it bounces once, rolls down the hall. โoops,โ he says flatly. โguess youโll have to go chase it, champ.โ
the guy just stands there frozen. โgo,โ sukuna says, voice low now. โbefore i make you.โ
the kid bolts, sneakers squeaking down the hall. you let out a sigh, turning to look up at him. โyou couldโve just told him to fuck off nicely.โ
he smirks, eyes flicking down to you. โyeah? and whereโs the fun in that?โ
โyou scared him.โ โgood,โ he mutters, fingers tightening on your hip, pulling you closer till you bump into his chest. โmaybe next time some dumbass thinks about knocking on our door, heโll remember what happened to the last one.โ
you roll your eyes, trying to hide a smile. โshut up.โ
โyeah?,โ he says without missing a beat, leaning down to press his mouth to your neck. โdonโt open that door for any fuckinโ idiot again unless you want me to lose my shit.โ
โhe didnโt even yell, he just looked and the guy folded ๐โ
โHOW DID HE PULL THAT??โ
โthe way he dropped the ball like he was disposing of evidence ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ
โiโd be shaking too bro looked like he eats people for cardioโ
โyouโre so dramatic.โ โmm,โ he hums against your skin, still half-smiling. โand you love it.โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
youโre sitting cross-legged on the floor by the door, folding laundry and watching something on your phone when a heavy thud hits the wood. you jump so hard a shirt flies out of your hand. โwhat the hell?โ
the door handle rattles and before you can even stand, it cracks open. a random dude catches a football against his chest, grinning like an idiot.
โare you ladies alright?โ he says, trying to sound smooth.
you stare at him. โthereโs literally justโโ
โdo you mind?โ megumiโs voice cuts in from behind you, sharp and low.
the guy blinks, caught completely off guard. megumiโs standing there in a black hoodie, hair messy, one hand still in his pocket like heโs two seconds from slamming the door.
โyou just throw shit at peopleโs doors now?โ he asks, stepping forward. โis your brain up your fucking ass?โ
the guy laughs nervously. โnah, broโitโs just a tiktok trendโlike a prankโโ
โyeah, congratulations,โ megumi says flatly. โyou invented being annoying.โ
โitโs not that deep, manโโ
โno, youโre right,โ megumi interrupts, dead serious. โitโs not deep at all. itโs dumb. go pick up your ball before I throw it off the balcony.โ
the guy blinks again. โuhโโ
megumi gestures toward the hall with his chin. โgo.โ
the guy scrambles to grab the football and backs out so fast he almost trips. you close the door slowly, turning to look at him. โyou couldโve just ignored him.โ
megumi sighs, dragging a hand down his face. โyeah, well, people donโt get the hint anymore unless you spell it out with profanity.โ
you snort. โyou sound like an old man.โ
โgood,โ he mutters, heading back toward his desk. โmaybe then theyโll stop trying to talk to you like itโs an open casting call for stupid.โ
the video ends up online anyway.
"sIS IS WINNING IN LIFE"
โi need whatever prayer she saidโ
โyou can hear the exhaustion in his toneโ
โthat man radiates โI hate everyone but herโ energyโ
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
the knock hits the door and you flinch when something thuds against itโhard. you blink, confused, opening the door halfway just to be met with some idiot grinning at you, holding a football like heโs in a gatorade commercial.
โare you ladies alright?โ he asks, voice all smooth and fake-deep like he practiced it in the mirror.
you stare. thereโs no one behind you. no friends. just your dumb ass standing there in pajamas. and before you can even speak, a low voice cuts through.
โcan i help you?โ takumaโs leaning against the wall, hoodie half-zipped, hair messy, holding a mug like heโs been watching this whole trainwreck unfold. he looks at the guy, then at you, then back at the guy againโexpression unreadable, bored even.
the dude just blinks. โohโuh, my bad, itโs a trendโโ
โyeah, i can tell,โ takuma says dryly, crossing his arms. โyou and your friend there look like dumb and dumber.โ
the other boy snickers from behind the camera, but it dies fast when takuma lifts a brow. โno seriously,โ he continues, voice flat, โis that your thing? just run around throwing balls at peopleโs doors? you want a medal or some shit?โ
youโre trying not to laugh, hiding behind the door. takuma side-eyes you, unimpressed. โdonโt humor them, baby. theyโll think itโs a collab.โ
the guy stammers out a half-assed โsorryโ before backing away, and takuma just shuts the door with a lazy shove, muttering under his breath. โjesus. every day itโs something. next week someoneโs gonna come juggle knives or some bullshit.โ
youโre giggling now, and he looks at you like youโre the entertainment. โwhat?โ
โyou called them dumb and dumber,โ you laugh.
he shrugs, sipping from his mug. โwell, I was being generous.โ then, smirking faintly, he adds, โif another guy knocks, iโm answering naked next time. see if thatโs part of their trend.โ
โโdonโt laugh baby theyโll think itโs a collabโ ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ he ATE with thatโ
โbro didnโt even raise his voice and still ended their careersโ
โhe called them dumb and dumber LIKE IT WAS NOTHINGโ
โwhy is he hot even when heโs roasting people?? tf โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
you donโt even get to say anything. just a knockโno, more like a thud. something hits the door hard enough to make you flinch. you pull it open, half ready to scold whoever it is, and thereโs this guy standing there with a football in his hand and a stupid grin.
โare you ladies alright?โ he asks, all fake-smooth like he practiced that in the mirror.
you blink. and before you can even open your mouth, suguru appears behind you.
his hairโs messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. thereโs this slow exhale as he leans against the doorframeโlike he can feel the stupidity radiating off this guy.
he just looks at him. no words. no reaction. just this blank, are-you-seriously-doing-this-right-now expression that could make a priest apologize.
and then, flatly, โ...losers.โ he shuts the door right in their faces.
youโre still standing there, half in shock, half laughing under your breath, when he wraps an arm around your waist from behind and steers you back toward the couch.
โwhat was that even supposed to be?โ he mutters, already lying back down and dragging you with him.
โa trend,โ you say, still giggling.
โyeah?โ his voice is lazy, already fading back into his half-sleep. โwell, tell the internet to fuck off next time. i was having a good nap.โ
and just like that, he tucks you against his chest, the sound of him sighing against your hair as the camera quietly cuts off.
โoh bro was REPULSEDโ
โhe looked at them like they were beneath oxygen ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญโ
โthis is lit how i feel abt this trend..."
โheโs so effortlessly rude i love him ๐ญ๐ โ
Batman starting to suspect that Captain Marvel is actually a human teen, and using all of his knowledge as a father of seven to prove his theory.
Batman, in a room full of โsupposedlyโ adult Superheroes:... the villains then destroyed the building and took three people hostage, which, if I may add, was just so... Skibidi.
Captain Marvel: *cringes*
Batman, eyes narrowing: ...Fortunately, they weren't standing on business. Superman and I were able to track them back to their hideout and rescue the hostages. No major aura losses. We slayed.
Captain Marvel: *cringes harder*
Batman, with the glint of victory in his eyes:... Guess you could say they couldn't handle our rizz maxxing.
Captain Marvel, covering his face in second hand embarrassment: dude...
*Later, in the cave*
Bruce: I have confirmation on Captain Marvel's identity being a human on the younger side, probably a teen or pre-teen.
Jason: How did you even confirmed that?
Batman: I talked Gen Z to him.
*Both Tim and Damian groaning*
Jason, blinking: You 'talked Gen Z to him'? The fuck does that mean?
Tim: Don't make him demonstrate...
Dick: He uses Gen Z slang. Kids hate it.
Jason: Are you serious? That's it?
Damian: Don't underestimate his tactic, Todd. It's... oddly effective.
Bruce, smiling: What can I say, I'm a sigma, I never take an L.
*everyone having a full-body cringe*
Jason: Holy shit, nevermind, I get it.
Bruce: W plan for real, chat
Jason: Okay, stop.
Bruce: Can't. I'm in my rizzler dad era.
Jason: I will skin myself with Damian's katana.
*Meanwhile*
Green Lantern: So.. Did anyone understand Spooky's report today?
Flash: Not a damn word.
Superman: I would like to clarify. I didn't slay anyone, I was very gentle.
SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.
You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.
You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.
(It's not fine.)
TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut
STATUS: Completed; 2 of 3
NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist
Okay, so youโre a liar.ย
Youโre stillโreally attracted to Bakugou. You donโt think you ever stopped being attracted to him.ย
Youโd told Rie a half truth; yes, at first, whatโd drawn you to him was his face.ย
Even in your generationโs set of heroesโthe likes of which include the so-beautiful-heโs-almost-unreal legacy hero, Pro Hero Shouto, and All Mightโs successor, sweet, freckled, boy-next-door Pro Hero DekuโBakugou stands out. Something about him makes you want to look at him.ย
When you were teenagers, he had the rough, unfinished kind of good looks heโd at best disregarded and at worst willfully skewed, often marring them with bared teeth, deep scowls, and constant yelling.ย
As an adult, heโs devastating.ย
Those good looks matured into a deeply attractive masculinity, a captivating mix of confidence and competence, his personalityโs extremes tempered. His shoulders broadened; heโd shot up in height. The scars heโd collected during the war gave him a dangerous, alluring edge.ย
(Or so the web magazines and tabloids say. When you look at his scars, you remember that time of fear and uncertainty; you remember the relief you felt when it was over, the catch in your chest when you saw Seroโs, Minaโs, Kaminariโs faces. Bakugouโs face. Battered, hurt, but okay.)ย
You didnโt tell Rie that what you find even more attractive about Bakugou is what youโve learned of him, from how the people who care about him talk about him. From what youโve seen of him when you do cross paths.ย
A year or two ago, Deku nearly collapsed from overwork consulting on a difficult, international case while maintaining his regular workload. The only reason you know as much as you do about it (not much) is because their class is still so close, even after all these years, and itโd come up briefly during a get-together.
โMidoriya only listens to Bakugou,โ Seroโd said over drinks one night, shaking his head. โThat guyโs hard headed. But heโll be okay. Bakugouโs got it.โย
Bakugou knocked some sense into Deku, apparently, and had supported him to the end of that case.ย
You hear that another of their classmates, Jirou, has a pretty popular band. You were shocked to see a video circulating a couple months ago featuring Bakugou on the drums. Heโd worn all black, a shirt with the sleeves cut off, and someone on Chirper had zoomed in on his face and confirmed heโd been wearing eyeliner.ย
Minaโd told you that Jirouโs drummer had broken his wrist right before a performance. Bakugou had subbed in. You didnโt save the eyeliner picture, but sometimes you think about how his eyes looked in it and shiver.ย
The last time you saw Bakugou was at that dinner with Rie, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina. Kirishimaโd gotten a little drunk, celebrating a completed case. As you all went your separate ways that night, you couldnโt help but notice the gruff way Bakugouโd lent Kirishima a shoulder, nagging him, but still supporting his weight as he hailed a cab and helped his friend home.
You like that heโs dependable. You like that he cares so much about his friends, despite appearing to the rest of the world as unapproachable and irritable, a bomb waiting to go off.ย
Youโve learned all these things about him secondhand; you knowโyou know that thereโs a huge difference between that and knowing him yourself, directly. If you could have a do-over with him, youโd have played it cool, in high school. Maybe then you couldโve at least been friends, instead of friends of friends.ย
You donโt think thatโs in the cards for you. And thatโs okay. Youโve made your peace with it.ย
Yawning, you cover your mouth, then rub at your eyes, trying to wake up. Itโs early enough that youโre really regretting trying to stick to your routine by going for a run, even while on vacation.ย
Youโre already dressed, out here and ready, you tell yourself. Just go. You think of how good the massage youโve got scheduled later today will feel after some exercise.ย
The hills surrounding the ryokan are green with the beginnings of spring, and here outside the city, closer to the mountains, the heat and the humidity have yet to reach their seasonal peaks. The airโs clear, and you inhale deeply.ย
Youโd have to thank the staff member whoโd suggested this forest trail to you. Itโs conveniently close to the ryokan while still being far enough apart that you have yet to bump into any early bird tourists. And the sceneryโs a perfect companion on your run.ย
With this thought to motivate you, you set to stretching.ย
Youโre bent down, reaching to touch your toes, when the barest sound of footsteps comes from behind you.ย
You jump, swinging around.ย
Bakugou stands there in shorts and a form-fitting shirt, hands stuffed into his pockets. Your eyes snag on his shoulders, his biceps.ย
He raises an eyebrow at you.ย
โYouโre jumpy as fuck,โ he tells you, and you make a face.ย
โWear a bell,โ you retort. Your heartโs still beating a little fast.ย
He snorts, then begins his own stretches.ย
You watch him for a few moments before your brain turns on.ย
โYouโre notโฆ going running with me, are you?โ you ask. Wait. Maybe heโs just going running at the same time as you. Not necessarily with you.
โWhy, canโt keep up?โ Bakugou asks, a hint of a smirk on his face. He maintains eye contact for a beat longer, long enough for your stupid brain to remember how attractive he is, for your heart to pick up the pace without your permission. With how much work your heartโs put in within just five minutes, maybe you donโt even need to work out this morning.ย
He straightens up, and without another word, he takes off.ย
You stand there for a moment, stupefied. Then, scowling, you run after him.
โYouโve got stamina,โ Bakugou says, leaning against the table.ย
โ...Thanks,โ you say, the word coming out as more of a question than a statement, and he grunts but doesnโt say anything more. Shifting your weight, you sip your water, wondering how you got here.ย
Youโd caught up with Bakugou pretty fastโyou suspect he wasnโt going full speed. For a while, youโd stressed. Were you going too slow? Too fast? Did he really expect you to keep up with him, when fitness is a big part of his job as a pro hero, while youโre a normal office worker?ย
But minutes and distance passed, and thoughts faded into the background. Your exertion overrode your worries. You let yourself fall into the feeling of your feet striking dirt, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of air.ย
All the while, Bakugou kept pace with you. When youโd decided you were done after a couple loops of the trail, heโd accompanied you back to the ryokan, lingering with you here at the lobbyโs refreshments area.ย
Youโre really not sure whatโs happening. Itโs hard to believe that your leisurely run was up to his usual standards. You wonder if heโs bored, craving company, since heโd come out here alone and youโre conveniently around to sate that boredom.ย
โSo do you usually run outdoors, or do you use your agencyโs gym?โ you ask, wrapping your hands around your water cup.ย
โGym,โ Bakugou says. His face grows pinched, annoyed. โToo many randos try to talk to me if I go running outdoors.โ
โOh, right. Pro Hero Dynamight.โ You frown. โThat sucks. But your agencyโs gymโs pretty nice, I hear. Hantaโs said he wishes ours was as good.โ
โItโs decent,โ he says. His eyes move to your hands, fidgeting with your cup. Self-conscious, you stop.ย
Abruptly, he says, โHeard you got promoted recently. Congrats.โ
โOh!โ Tilting your head slightly, you say, โThanks, Bakugou. Though honestly, it feels like I just get more work dumped on me with the added responsibility of having to fix peopleโs problems when work drama happens. The pay bumpโs nice, though.โ
โYouโve always been good at your shit,โ Bakugou says. โDonโt downplay it.โย
You blink. Ridiculously, you feel your face begin to warm up.ย
โThanks,โ you say again, a little softer. You smile up at him.ย
He looks at you, andโit feels like heโs so close. Was he always standing this close?ย
Your phone chimes from within your pocket. You fish it out, eyes dropping to your phone screen as you avoid Bakugouโs eyes, feeling shy and off balance. Which is dumb, because it was just a compliment, jeez. Get it together. Heโs just being nice.ย
Itโs Rie, wondering where you are and asking you to get back to your room. Checking the time, you wince. Youโd been out later than you intended.ย
โHey, I gotta run,โ you tell Bakugou. Glancing around, you look for somewhere to get rid of your cup.ย
โI got it,โ Bakugou says, taking it from you. Your hands brush against each other, and youโre so annoyed at yourself for being so aware of him that juvenile gestures like this get your heart rate up.ย
โThanks,โ you say. โAnd thanks for the company! It was fun. Maybe Iโll see you around, but if I donโt, enjoy the rest of your vacation!โย
You donโt wait for a reply, hurrying out of the lobby towards your room.ย
Rieโs packing when you use your key to let yourself into the room.ย
For a moment, you stare at her as she moves what few things sheโd unpacked back into her luggage. You just want to be sure that sheโs packing her things rather than unpacking them, as youโd finished doing just yesterday.ย
โHello? Whatโre you doing?โ you say. โOur reservationโs for the entire weekend, so why are you packing?โ
Rie groans loudly. โDonโt remind me. Iโm so mad. Stop standing there and come sit so I can explain.โย
Bewildered, you toe off your shoes and sit on one of the lounge chairs, unwilling to sit on either of your beds in workout clothes.ย
Rie perches on the table in front of you and looks at you. โSo donโt be mad. But I have to go because I got an emergency call from a client who has an event this evening. Sheโs paying me triple, and sheโs going to reimburse me for my reservation here.โย
Your jaw drops. โTriple? Must be a rich client.โ
Rie laughs. โVery. Her wallet wonโt even notice. And now I can use her reimbursement to book a future reservation with Hanta.โ
โI mean, thatโs great for you, butโฆ Should I come back with you? So youโre not traveling back alone?โย
Rie looks at you like youโve said something ridiculous. โWhat? No. Stay here. Enjoy the rest of the weekend. Itโs likeโฆ doubly free for you now, so thereโs no way you can waste it.โย
You frown. Sheโs right; it would be a waste to go. But itโs a littleโฆ lonely, thinking about the plans youโd made together and knowing youโd be doing them by yourself, now.ย
Ever perceptive, Rie reaches over and jostles your leg. โHey. I really am sorry for leaving you for work. If you want, I can tell her Iโm not available. I know we came all the way out here together, and you did it as a favor. Sheโs a regular client. She wonโt drop me if I cancel on her once.โ
Youโre already shaking your head. โNo way. The dealโs too good. If you do something dumb like that, Iโll kill you.โ
Snorting, Rie leans back. โYou sure?โ
โPositive,โ you say firmly. You smile. โIโll be fine. Donโt worry.โ
You see Rie off as she climbs into a shuttle provided by the ryokan. Itโll take her to the train station, and she should arrive back in the city by mid-afternoon.ย
You text Sero in case he doesnโt know Rieโs headed back. Maybe he could pick her up at the station. Youโve yet to receive a reply from him, but you know heโs probably busy with patrol right now.ย
After showering the sweat of your workout off, you sprawl across your bed and stare at the ceiling.ย
Originally, your plans had been to check out the townโs morning market, shop around a bit, then have lunch. After that, a visit to a temple nearby was on the agenda. The day would end with your scheduled massage and a dip in the onsen.ย
Now, the thought of such an activities-filled day tires you.ย
You close your eyes. Maybe you can just. Skip everything except for the massage today.ย
Your phone pings. Eyes still closed, you pat around next to you for it and then check the message youโd received.ย
Rie: If I find out you just stayed in the room for the next two daysโฆ ๐ช๐ช๐ช
If you didnโt already know her quirk, you wouldโve thought sheโs telepathic.ย
Sighing, you force yourself up and off the bed and get dressed.ย
The marketโs busy, with tourists and locals alike mingling through the crowded main street. Shops line either side of the street, some selling local handicrafts and souvenirs, others selling food and desserts.ย
The overlapping sounds create a pleasant background hum, and you happily peer into stores, hunting for things to bring back.ย
You find a bath and skincare set for Rie, who constantly complains about her dry skin but never does anything about it. A coin purse for Mina, who always carries her coins loose in her pockets, clinking around. Some local confections for Kaminari and Sato. Hanta gets a bag full of local fruits; heโs always been a little bit of a health nut.
Just as youโre about to enter a bakery, windows lined with delicious looking breads and desserts, you spot a familiar blond head of hair just outside.
โBakugou?โ you call out, and he turns.
Like you, heโs changed from workout clothes to casual clothes. Jeans, a shirt. Heโs holding a coffee with the bakeryโs branding.ย
โIs that any good?โ you ask, pointing at his drink.ย
He shrugs. โSโokay.โ
You bite your lip, trying to stifle a smile. โIโm starting to think that just okay to you is what regular people think is great.โย
He gives you a look, and you grin.ย
Stepping back, you wave a little. โIโm gonna go inside and check things out. It was nice seeing you.โ
Instead of continuing on his way, Bakugou follows you inside. Surprised that heโs stuck around, you glance back at him.ย
โWhatโre you gonna get?โ he asks you.ย
In this little bakery, you canโt help but notice how tall he is. Especially with him right behind you, waiting for you to answer.ย
โI havenโt had breakfast yet, soโฆ This bread looks pretty good.โ You point at it. Itโs savory looking, with cheese and some type of meat on it. โAnd I saw someone come out with this strawberry cream croissant! Itโs the real reason Iโm in here.โย
You donโt hear what he says in response, as youโre next in line and quickly order. When you go to pay, you find yourself nudged aside as Bakugou takes care of it before you can protest.ย
โBakugou, what?โย
โDidnโt anybody teach you to just say thank you?โ Bakugou says, herding you to the side with a hand on your back so that the person behind you can order. His touch is so warm; you wonder if itโs because of his quirk, if it works that way.ย
โThank you,โ you say automatically, then frown. โYou really didnโt have to.โย
โGo get your bread,โ he just says.ย
You do, feeling off-kilter again. Itโs what youโve been feeling every single time youโve seen Bakugou this weekend. Youโve gone from seeing him maybe two or three times a year since you graduated to two or three times a month this last year. And now, within the span of twenty-four hours, youโve seen him three times.ย
And it hasnโt been purposeful, at least on your end. So has it been purposefulโฆ on Bakugouโs end?
โWhatโre you thinking,โ Bakugou says as the two of you rejoin the crowds of people walking the main street. You donโt have a particular destination in mind, and if Bakugou does, he doesnโt say anything.ย
You consider being straightforward and asking him what the deal is. Heโs never shown any interest in interacting with you before.ย
Butโno, itโs a little too embarrassing. It could really just be coincidence. The ryokan is big, but not that big. Itโd be easy to bump into the same person there. And thereโre a bunch of touristy things to do in the area, but only to an extent. He could just be interested in doing the same things youโre interested in checking out.ย
Asking him if heโs been bumping into you on purposeโฆ no way.ย
โThereโs a famous dango place nearby,โ you end up saying, then take a quick bite of the strawberry croissant. You nearly moan. Itโs so good. The strawberries are fresh, and the croissant is flaky and light. The cream isnโt too sweet. Itโs perfect.ย
Swallowing hastily, you continue, โThey have seasonal flavors, but their mitarashi is really good too, I hear.โย
โFucking messy,โ Bakugou says. You make a questioning sound, turning your head to look at him. He looks at you for a long moment, then snorts. He grabs your arm to halt you, tugs you out of the way of people walking.ย
Taking a napkin from his pocket, he tilts your chin up and wipes your mouth. You can only stand there, eyes wide.
โYou had a lotta something there,โ he says. His eyes tell you heโs laughing at you. Looking around, he finds a trash can to toss the napkin and his empty coffee cup.ย
โHave you been hit by a quirk?โ you demand once heโs back by your side.ย
โWhat?โ he asks. His brow furrows. He scowls.ย
โNevermind,โ you say quickly. โAnyway, Iโm going to grab some dango.โ
With narrowed eyes, you point at him. โAnd you can only come if you promise not to pay for anything, okay?โย
He lifts a brow at you, and you take that as a yes. The two of you resume walking.ย
โWhereโs Rie?โ Bakugou asks suddenly, and you tilt your head at him.ย
โIโm surprised you know her name, with how much you call her Soy Sauce Faceโs girlfriend,โ you say, smiling. It fades a little as you continue, โShe had to leave because of work. So Iโm vacationing solo for the rest of the weekend.โ
Bakugouโs expression is unreadable. Youโre not sure what to make of it.ย
โItโs cool. Since Iโm on my own, I get to decide where Iโm going,โ you say. โInstead of checking out the temple, I want to do a hike at the national park nearby. Supposedly, the views are amazing.โ
โYโgonna do that today?โ Bakugou asks.ย
You shake your head. โNo, I figure Iโll take it easy today. Enjoy the onsen. Iโll do the hike tomorrow.โย
Bakugouโs silent for a moment, and then, โYou shouldnโt hike an unfamiliar trail alone. If you want someone to do that shit with, take me.โย
You blink, startled. โOh, Iโฆ I donโt want to impose. Donโt you have stuff you want to do here, too? I donโt wanna ruin your plans.โ
He stuffs his hands into his pockets. โNot really.โย
Stranger and stranger. Who comes to a vacation destination without anything to do in mind?ย
If you were smart, youโd tell him thanks but no thanks. That you could handle it by yourself.ย
Because spending all this time with Bakugou is making you delusional. Youโre starting to read into his little touches, the things heโs saying, when heโs just being nice to his friendโs friend. His friendโs friend who got ditched on vacation.ย
But you like him too much to say no.ย
โOkay,โ you tell him. โIf youโre really cool with it, I wouldnโt mind the company. We should exchange numbers to make planning where to meet and at what time easier.โย
Bakugou grunts, pulling out his phone. He takes a moment to tap at his phone, then offers it to you. You do the same.ย
As you resume walking, your hand brushes against his. The part of you thatโs foolish, romantic, pretends that this moment is something more.
Notes: Hello again, darlings! Thank you so much for all the love you gave part one of this fic. ๐ฅบ You guys are the best fr. ๐
As you can tell from this part's ending... I, like reader, am a liar lmao. A week ago, I thought this fic would end in just two parts, but I kept writing, and writing, and I realized I need at least another chapter, maybe two, to fully flesh out what I have planned. I hope you can forgive me. ๐
Some notes for this chapter... Rie's a celebrity makeup and hair artist! The morning market is based off of shopping you can do in Arashiyama. I have had strawberry cream croissants from a Japanese-French bakery where I live, and they are delicious. Dango are little balls of rice flour that're on skewers. A popular flavor is mitarashi, or a sweet soy sauce flavor.
Anyway, I'll see you next weekend with another update! Hugs and kisses! โจ๐
