⋆˚꩜｡ tsukishima is an adorable pain after practice tsukishima x reader!
^^fluff , timeskip , maybe ooc again💌
it had been hours since tsukishima texted you, the last time being during his practice break. you had assumed it ran longer than usual, considering his team, sendai frogs, had a big tournament coming up.
just as you were about to text him, the front door shut. you heard bags being shrugged off shoulders, shoes shaken off by the doorway, and footsteps being made towards the bedroom.
you finally looked up to the doorway to see that he’d already made his way in, the door closing behind him.
with a sigh, the tension from his shoulders released, pausing by the entrance of the room.
“long practice?”
nod.
“ya tired?”
nod.
he then shuffled his way into the shared bathroom, leaving you to wait for him to be done showering and crawl into bed.
once he was finished, it wasn’t long before he slipped into the covers, beside you. you had been reading, too focused to acknowledge him for the time being.
you had assumed he was too tired for any conversation or proximity, so you didn’t initiate anything.
after about 15 minutes, you felt him shift closer, his knee touching yours.
another 15 minutes go by, and he moves again, his breath now brushing your arm.
you had yet to pay any mind to it, still assuming that he’s asleep, or trying to.
when he saw you still weren’t budging or saying anything, he let out a small huff. then, lifting up your arm, he slides in between your arm and side, resting his head on your chest. he wraps his arm around your hip, pulling you closer to him.
“tsukki,” you laugh quietly, looking down to see his blonde hair snuggled into you.
he lets out a satisfied hum, his body practically melting on you. it was then that you realized that tsukishima was waiting on you.
you placed your book on your nightstand, “awe, did you miss me?” you tease, huddling closer to him.
“shut up,” he grumbled, leaning up to kiss your jaw.
a moment passes, and his fingers start slowly dragging across your hip, “yeah, i did,” he whispered.
you laugh once more as you place a soft kiss in his hair, half asleep.
^^fluff , might be ooc idk what some people consider 💌
sukuna never understands why he ever agrees to you coming over to study with him. it always ends with your shoes thrown across his dorm room, your head snug into his couch.
it’s simple, however: he just can never say no.
even when the outcome is the same, he lets you in every time. maybe you wanting to study made him have to as well. maybe he just wants you around.
and this time around, is was the usual. you barged into his dorm room with the same growing smile across your face, face scrunched as you held your school bag.
“hey, ryo,” you sang, pushing the door shut with your foot.
you heard his loud groan from his bedroom. then came his footsteps, a heavy shuffling as he shut his bedroom door with a click.
you had already made yourself comfortable. your favorite blanket of his draped over you, spotify opened on his tv, and your computer resting on the arm chair.
sukuna’s brows furrowed as he sat beside her, her legs stretching out enough for distance between them.
“so, what’s today’s agenda?” he sighed, his voice being soft despite the fact you had interrupted his peace.
“hmm,” you thought, acting as if you were actually interested in studying at all.
“nothin’. i’ve officially ran out of things to study.”
the typing on his computer stopped. “huh? how does that even work?” he grumbled, his eyes noticeably glaring at you.
you looked back at him, smiling as you shrugged, “i dunno.”
he was irritated. he had been this entire day because of you. but when you gave him that stupid cheeky smile of yours, he forgets who he’s exactly talking to.
after a moment of his glare, he turned back toward his computer, breathing out, “guess we could work on things we struggle in.”
“perfect!” you shout enthusiastically, your fingers suddenly rapidly typing across your keyboard.
-
just short of an hour after sunset, sukuna takes notice of the noticeably the slower breathing coming from the opposite side of the couch.
he didn’t even have to look over to know that you were sleeping.
he then got up to turn off the tv and lights, while making sure you wouldn’t make your neck sore.
“i’m goin’ to bed,” he mumbled, dragging his feet to his bedroom.
later on in the night, you woke up to the pitch black room of sukuna’s dorm, staring aimlessly at the dark. suddenly being half asleep and cranky, you felt no presence to be suffocating.
so, you padded your feet across his hardwood floors and creaked his door open. your hands grasped for walls until you finally made it to his bed, where the moonlight had been resting on through his windows.
you took one last rub to your eye before sleepily plopping yourself onto him, which startled him awake.
“the hell,” he croaked, his heavy eyes looking down to you.
he almost pushed you off. almost. but the moment he even put his hands flat on your shoulder blades, you whined, and he immediately pulled your limp body back up.
you finally rested your cheek, squished against his collar bone, as your slowing breaths trickled on his neck.
sukuna almost didn’t sleep.
you had never done this before. usually, you’d end up on opposite sides of the bed, or you nearly fall off of it. never sleeping atop him, let alone near him.
now, you were. and he probably would’ve been mad that you woke him from his slumber to be used as a pillow. yet just feeling the gentle touch of your finger tips along his side made his annoyance melt, his eyes slowly shutting again.
“how annoying,” satoru groaned, ruffling the white mess on his head as he stared into his bathroom mirror.
today’s the tokyo prefectural jujustu high reunion. unfortunately, the amazing satoru gojo is a teacher there, so he has to attend.
and even worse, there’s a possibility you’ll attend, the one girl his teenage brain could never stop thinking about. the thought of you clouded his mind night and day as a mere first year.
pathetically, even as a 27 year old, praised by the entirety of jujustu world, thinks of you now. though, you probably won’t show up to the reunion anyway.
he’s heard about you. how you’ve decided to break ties from your clan and your jujustu title to live normally in tokyo. how you’ve preferred to not be associated with jujustu sorcery.
even if years ago, you begged the young, immature satoru not to leave sorcery himself.
he’s had to deal with higher ups, first years, and constant missions each year, still staying loyal to his promise, just only without you.
plus, a bunch of old classmates for tonight.
“oh, whatever. didn’t even care anyways,” he muttered to himself, per usual, as he stepped out his apartment and headed back to the school.
-
it had to be absurd by how quickly you got annoyed by just the distant chatter of people.
you knew how idiotic it’d be for you to show up after leaving this school behind. but a part of you wouldn’t let yourself rest if you didn’t go.
if you couldn’t see that stupid white hair again, or that stupid smirk across his face just one more time. especially after all of the “i’m over him” talks you’ve had in your mind.
still now, you were reassuring yourself as you headed onto the school grounds and to the field.
yaga settled around mei mei and utahime, who were watching the students that were allowed to hang around for the event.
just when you caught eye of shoko, you couldn’t help but notice the white haired man that sat on the bleachers, hanging his head low.
you almost stopped walking, the grip on your bag slightly tightening.
“hey, didn’t think you’d be coming,” a low, grumbly voice that could have only been nanami, was heard from behind you.
“i didn’t think so, either, to be fair,” you managed a mumble, your eyes not leaving sight of the white hair.
“yeah,” he responded, also looking at the crowded field, “guess i’ll go make conversation and act as if i want to be here,” he said once more, checking his watch as he continues walking toward yaga. and with a low breath, you made way to greet everyone.
once the few in the open had word of your reappearance, you decided to seek shoko, who was resting against the railing of the bleachers.
you slowed, standing in front of her, a small smile growing across your face.
“hello,” she hummed, nodding her head toward you.
“hi,” you spoke politely, handing her a lighter as your eyes drifted to behind her. “he good?”
“m’sure he’s fine. he’s probably just not feeling it tonight,” she replied, playing with the lighter in her hands.
“guess i’ll leave you two to it?” she lifts her eyebrows, resting a quick hand on your shoulder as she walks off.
your heels made a soft clack with every step you took on the metal. however, satoru seemed to pay no attention to it, until the clacking stopped at his feet.
“hey.”
your smooth voice made satoru snap out of his own mind and thoughts. he lifted his head, his hand running through his hair while doing so.
once his eyes caught glimpse of you, he paused, his body slowly straightening. he now looked up at you properly, still processing that you, the girl he only had on his mind the time he’s been at the event, is in front of him.
“y’gonna sit here and have me greet myself, hm?” you shifted your weight onto one hip, tilting your head as you spoke to him.
he cleared his throat, lifting his body from off the metal seat, wiping off invisible lint from his pants.
he stared at you a moment longer before his eyes eventually, instinctively, softened.
“hi,” he nearly cooed, the tension from his shoulders loosening, “feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.”
you tried to speak, but the soft glare of his light eyes made your heart stutter like it used to all those years before.
“satoru,” you sighed. he now had you hanging your head low.
i’m a newww writer to tumblr , though i’ve been writing for quite some time… but i can’t say i’m perfect 😖
i previously attempted wattpad for a few years, writing fanfics i could never ever finish, but it js wasnt working out for me
so i tried tumblr and 🤤🤤 holy upgrade boi
better than ao3 dare i say👀👀 (it’s just too confusing)
and like i rlly love to write, but i can do no more than like dabbles , headcannons , etc
with tumblr i think it’ll be great for me to branch out my writing and improve my skill☺️ it’ll in all honesty just be anime bc i pathetically am new to it… i know i know im a larp or wtvv
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i would honestly write abt anything BUT smut … i cannot bring myself to write it. though i love reading it so 😳😳 maybe like suggestive writing but that’s pretty much it…
i love romance like love love love so probably rarely any like angst or sad endings bc i tbh hate writing those so yeah
i’m always open for suggestions !! for any sort of ideas and advice
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honestly i correlate my writing with music , like i always have a song that i base my writing on
idk if that’s weird or not but wtv
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ples don’t make fun of my writing and wtv i’m like a fetus at this but ill try ❤️🩹❤️🩹
