He's walking with Megumi to a mission, being loud as usual when suddenly, you walked past them, without a second thought, his head turns to follow your figure, "woah, she's perfect." He said visibly flustered.
While he was busy gawking at you, Megumi smacked his head, "get your head out of the gutter, we have business to tend to" he started pulling him away by his sleeve but Yuji steals one last glace, making a mental note of your features so maybe next time if he sees you, he can ask you out. And for the whole day, his face wouldn't let go a grin even whilst fighting curses.
╰┈➤ 𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘
You pass by him like any other stranger, he glances up out of habit, inspecting everyone he comes by but this time his eyes lingered seconds longer. He pauses for a moment while you continued walking away. He sighs to himself, seemingly acknowledging you existed.
Still, for the rest of the day he couldn't stop subtly thinking about you, 'what was it about you?' but he does remember you for a while and everytime he passes by the same street, he subconsciously looks for you.
╰┈➤ 𝚈𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝙾𝚔𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚞
He was crossing the streets, when he notices you passing by whilst helping an elderly, he glances for a quick moment, not registering fast enough, so when he was already on the other side, he looks back, staring at the scene.
From the looks of it, you were helping a good old stranger, his heart warms at the sight of you bidding the man with a smile. He immediately blushed hard when he realizes what his thinking and squeezes his eyes shut.
He only snapped out of it when someone bumped into him, "oh! Sorry! " he exclaimed before walking off, he's doesn't say anything but in his mind, his definitely saying 'who was that?? '
╰┈➤ 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘
He was currently sitting in a cafe, enjoying his cakes alone when he notices you walking past him, maybe leaving? But as if on instinct, his hand gently grabs your wrist, you look back and saw shiny ocean eyes looking at you. "Excuse me..? " you say, his mind immediately activated and started sweet talking you into sitting with him.
I mean who could resist that charm? So from strangers to a sudden date I guess, win win for both sides. He got your number, and basically chats you to go on dates everyday.
╰┈➤ 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚘
He's currently sitting on a bench, babysitting his baby brother Yuji, while he plays in the playground. When he suddenly noticed that Yuji tripped over and was about to cry, he hurries on his feet but someone beat him into it. A little girl was by Yuji's side trying to help him, when you walked past Choso towards your little sister which was with Yuji. "Are you okay, sweetie? " you bent down on your knees helping baby Yuji up as he seems to feel better.
Choso stood not far, witnessing the whole thing, warmth spread accross his pale skin as he walks towards the group. "Thank you" he told you while he tend to Yuji, "your little brother? His so cute! Like his older brother... " you smiled warmthly as he looks at you, face booming with red as he seems flabbergasted. You two stare at each other while your siblings sang,
The apartment is quiet when you wake up, sunlight barely slipping through the curtains. For a second, it feels like you’re alone, until an arm tightens around your waist, pulling you back into warmth.
“Stay,” he mumble, voice still thick with sleep, face tucked into your shoulder.
You let out a soft laugh, trying to shift. “I was just going to get water.”
A quiet unconvinced hum sounded out as his grip adjusts, not tight, just enough to keep you there, like leaving isn’t an option for you.
“…You can go later.”
You turn slightly, catching a glimpse of his hair messy, expression soft in a way he'd never show anyone else. No walls, no tension. Just this.
“Clingy,” you whisper.
“Only with you.”
That does something to your chest.
You sigh, acting annoyed, but still melted right back into his arms anyway, fingers loosely curling into his sleeve. “Fine. Five more minutes.”
mdni Little Red x Werewolf!Toji
18+ OFFICAL MASTER & TAG LIST
🍓"Little Red in Werewolf Toji's Bed"
━ Picking berries and you end up in Toji's cabin and bed.
🍓“Berry-Sweet Tease"
━ Using said berries to tease him. │cw. somnophilia │
🍓"It's the full moon, you know what that means"
━ Full moon's coming up, he tells you to leave but you end up back in his bed anyway.
🍓"Making sure you always smell like him"
━ His wolfie claim on you │cw. rough sex │
🍓Domestic Life With Werewolf!Toji & Part two
━ Cuddling him & Pulling his Tail
🍓Berry Picking with Werewolf!Toji
━ berry picking turning into sex in da woods │cw. outdoor sex │
🍓Mornings & Slow Shower sex
━ slow mornings with the big bad wolf
🍓Brat Tamer! & Part Two
━ y/n gives him attitude and disobeys him & the aftermath
🍓Angst Drabble One!
━ how he handles you being independent without him
🍓Angst Drabble Two!
━ he lowk has abandonment issues
🍓"The Smutty Little Secret"
━ caught reading a smut novel and hiding it from him
🍓"His Weight On You" ━ Fluff Drabble
━ He's just so damn big and cuddly
🍓"Messy when He Eat's" ━ Fluff Drabble
━ no table manners fr
🍓The first time you gave him a Blow-job
━ as the title says
🍓"his new bad habit"
━ first time sniffing your panties~
🍓Toji dealing with you while Ovulating
━ helping y/n through ovulation~
🍓Werewolf!Toji x Little Red x Werewolf!Shiu
━ THREESOME WITH WEREWOLF!SHIU
🍓"useful little helper"
━ not much "help" when he needs it
🍓Laundry Activities
━ laundry and pussy
🍓"Granny's coupons for sex toys"
━ as the title says
🍓His tail teasin'
━ his tail has a mind of its own when it comes to you
🍓"His Little Fox"
━ he makes you his little fox, ears and a tail! to match
Bf! Yuta who notices the little things. The way your mood dips, the way your hands fidget when you’re tired—he sees it all. Without saying much, he just takes your hand, thumb brushing softly over your skin, grounding you in a quiet kind of comfort.
Bf! Yuta who always makes time for you. No matter how busy he is, he’ll show up, sometimes tired, sometimes quiet, but without fail — always there. Sitting beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch, like he just wants you to know you’re not alone.
Bf! Yuta who remembers everything about you. The smallest details you forget, he keeps close, bringing them up in the sweetest ways. A song you mentioned, a snack you liked—he’ll smile shyly and say, “I thought of you.”
Bf! Yuta who is always gentle in every touch. His hugs linger, warm and steady, like he doesn’t want to let go too soon. When he holds you, it feels safe, like nothing in the world could reach you there.
Bf! Yuta who kisses you like it’s something sacred. At first, it’s hesitant, his hands hovering before finally settling, one at your cheek, the other trembling slightly as it finds yours. He pauses, searching your eyes like he’s asking for permission even though you’ve already given it, even if you're already together — he always asks. And when his lips finally meet yours, it’s soft, almost unsure but full of everything he’s been too shy to say.
And then, slowly, he melts into it.
His hand cups your face more firmly now, thumb brushing your cheek as if memorizing the warmth of your skin. Your fingers curl into his shirt, and he lets out the quietest breath against your lips, like he’s been holding it in this whole time. The kiss deepens, not rushed, not overwhelming..
just… sincere. Careful. His way of loving you without breaking anything.
When he pulls back, it’s only barely, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still half-lidded. He looks at you like you’re something fragile and precious all at once, because to him, you're everything. A soft, breathless smile forming on his lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits quietly.
And when he leans in again, it’s even softer than before, like he’s promising that every kiss after this will be just as gentle, just as full of love.
The music was too loud or maybe it was just your head.
Everything blurred together—the flashing lights, the laughter, the warmth spreading through your chest that felt a little too heavy to be fun anymore. You didn’t even remember how many cups you had, only that someone handed you one, then another, and suddenly walking felt like trying to balance on air.
“Hey… hey, easy.”
A familiar voice cut through the noise. Firm, steady.
Yuta.
You barely registered how he got there, but his hands were already on your shoulders, grounding you before you tipped forward. Your vision swayed, and when you tried to focus on him, his face doubled.
“Yuta…?” you mumbled, words slurring together. “I’m fine… I think. The floor just… moved.”
“It didn’t,” he said quietly, chuckling slightly at your current condition, his voice already sounding tired in that gentle way he got when he was worried. “You did.”
You laughed weakly at that, but it came out more like a breath. The room spun again, sharper this time, and your stomach dropped.
“I don’t feel good.”
“I know.”
Before you could say anything else, he crouched in front of you slightly. “Come here.”
“What—?”
Your words dissolved into a small noise when he lifted you with ease, one arm under your knees, the other steady at your back. You instinctively grabbed onto his hoodie, clinging without thinking.
“Yuta—!” you whined, voice soft and embarrassed. “People are looking…”
“I don’t care,” he replied, already moving.
And he didn’t.
What mattered more was you're in his arms.
—
The night air was cool, but everything still felt warm.
Too warm.
Your face pressed against his chest, cheek squished against the soft fabric of his hoodie as he walked, steady and careful.
Each step was even. Controlled.
Like he was afraid you’d fall.
“…Yuta,” you murmured, voice muffled.
“Yeah?”
“You smell nice.”
He nearly stumbled.
“…It’s just detergent.”
“Nooo” you dragged out, shifting slightly in his arms..too much that he had to tighten his hold on you. “It’s you. You always smell nice.”
A pause.
“…Thanks,” he said quietly, ears and cheeks feeling warmer than they should, clearly not knowing what to do with that.
You hummed in satisfaction, fingers absentmindedly rubbing against his chest through the fabric. Not really thinking. Just… feeling.
His shoulders tensed.
“Hey—don’t move too much,” he muttered, adjusting his grip again. “You’ll fall.”
“I won’t,” you insisted, even as you leaned closer, practically melting into him. “You won’t drop me.”
“…I won’t, never” he admitted.
Your head tilted up just enough to look at him, though your eyes barely focused. “I trust you.”
That made it worse.
Yuta looked away quickly, jaw tightening just slightly. “…You’re drunk.”
“Mhm,” you agreed easily. “And honest.”
“…That’s not how that works.”
“It is,” you said, nodding like it made perfect sense.
Silence settled for a moment, broken only by his footsteps.
Then—
“I like you.”
He froze.
Not completely.. but enough that his next step faltered.
“…What?”
You frowned slightly, like he was the confusing one. “I said I like you.”
“Yeah, I— I heard you,” he stammered, grip tightening instinctively. “You’re just— you’re drunk. You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” you insisted, louder this time.
Too loud.
A couple passing by glanced over, and Yuta’s ears went red immediately.
“Hey—shh,” he said quickly, lowering his voice. “Not so loud.”
“But it’s true,” you argued, pouting slightly as you shifted again, pressing closer. Your arms slid more securely around his neck now, clinging. “I like you a lot.”
His face was burning now.
“You— you don’t have to say this right now,” he muttered, clearly flustered. “We can just— talk about it later, okay?”
“Nooo,” you whined softly, shaking your head against his shoulder. “You always avoid it.”
“I don’t avoid it!”
“You do,” you insisted, poking weakly at his chest. “Every time I get close, you act like you don’t notice.”
“That’s not—”
You shifted again, this time rubbing your face lightly against his shoulder, nuzzling into him without thinking. “You’re so warm…”
He went completely still for a second.
“…You’re making this really hard.”
You blinked slowly. “What’s hard?”
“…Walking,” he said quickly.
You giggled, completely unconvinced. “Liar.”
His grip tightened again when you shifted, your knee brushing slightly as you adjusted yourself in his arms.
“Stay still,” he said, voice a little strained now, shyer than ever. “Seriously.”
“Make me,” you mumbled, clearly not helping.
“…I am carrying you.”
“That’s not making me,” you argued, though your voice was already getting softer, heavier.
Another few steps passed in silence, though it wasn’t comfortable for him.
Because you didn’t stop.
“I like you,” you repeated, quieter this time, almost drowsy. “You’re always nice to me… even when I’m annoying.”
“You’re not annoying.”
“I am,” you insisted. “But you still take care of me.”
His steps slowed slightly.
“…Of course I do.”
“Why?” you asked, tilting your head again to try and look at him.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Your fingers curled tighter into his hoodie. “Is it because you like me too?”
That did it.
Yuta nearly stopped walking entirely.
“…You should sleep,” he said after a moment, voice softer now, but somehow more affected. “We’ll talk when you’re sober.”
You stared at him for a second longer… then smiled faintly, eyes fluttering.
“…Okay,” you whispered.
But even then, you didn’t let go.
If anything, you curled closer, face tucked into his neck now, breathing evening out as sleep slowly started to take over.
Yuta exhaled quietly, adjusting his hold one last time.
“…You’re really unfair,” he murmured under his breath.
But he didn’t put you down.
Not once.
Maybe Yuta is forgetting that drunk people are the most honest.
To every person who has put smut in the fluff tags, I wish you every inconvenience possible. I hope your spoon falls into your soup. I hope your plastic straw has a hole in the side so you can’t use it properly after a while. I hope the next time you buy shoes, they end up being different sizes and no returns. I hope all your tires lose air pressure when you’re late. I hope you wake up and your phone didn’t charge. I hope your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud even when they aren’t wet. I hope the barista gets your drink wrong. I hope your dad comes home without the milk.
I mean seriously. I shouldn’t have to spend 10 minutes scrolling through the FLUFF TAG to actually find fluff fics. Take your porn elsewhere
╰┈➤ "𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌 𝐈"
You lived like any ordinary person, each day repeating like a loop. But everything changed the moment you woke up in a world you never dreamed of seeing.
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? "
"𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚎?"
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?!? "
"𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙!"
*𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍*
⋘ 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ⋙
"𝙷-𝚑𝚞𝚑?"
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Hi! Can I request reader falls asleep somewhere random and like Itadori carries them to bed without waking them up >< I luv your fics btw !!! Thank you!
It was afternoon, students are out and about at this time but it was oddly quiet.
Not the peaceful kind, no this one was the kind that makes Itadori pause mid-step, brows knitting together as he glances around the dim hallway.
Kugisaki is currently out on a mission and Fushiguro, well he's always been quiet anyways.
But you, where were you?
You’re missing.
Not in a dramatic, cursed-spirit-attack way. Just… not where you’re supposed to be.
He scratches the back of his neck, mumbling to himself, “That’s weird…” before wandering off to look for you.
It doesn’t take long till he hears your light snoring, probably from exhaustion.
You’re in one of the quieter rooms—barely used, tucked away from the usual noise. The door’s slightly open, light spilling faintly into the hallway.
He pushes it open gently.
And there you are.
Curled up on the couch, body tucked in on itself like you didn’t mean to fall asleep at all. One arm hangs awkwardly off the edge, your breathing slow and steady, completely unaware of the world.
Yuji blinks.
“…Oh.”
His voice drops immediately, like the room itself told him to be quiet, a smile slowly forming on his face.
For a second, he just stands there, taking it in. You look smaller like this. Softer. Not the version of you that laughs loudly or argues with him over dumb things—just… peaceful.
Then his eyes drift to your arm.
Hanging off. Uncomfortable. Probably going to hurt when you wake up.
He winces.
“Man, that’s gonna suck…”
Carefully Yuji steps closer. Each movement is exaggerated, like he’s scared the floor might betray him and creak too loudly.
He crouches beside you first.
“…Hey,” he whispers, even though he doesn’t actually want you to wake up.
You lightly stir but still falls into your dreams.
He hesitates for a second, like he’s debating something in his head. Then, slowly, he slides one arm under your shoulders and the other beneath your knees.
You shift slightly.
He freezes.
His heart jumps straight into his throat.
“…please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up…” he mutters under his breath.
But you don’t.
So he lifts you.
Effortless.
Like you weigh nothing at all.
Still, he’s careful—adjusting his hold so your head rests against his shoulder, making sure you’re supported, secure. His grip tightens just a little when you instinctively lean into him.
And something about that makes him smile.
Soft. Quiet. Unnoticed.
“Got you,” he whispers.
The walk to your room is slow, not because he needs it to be, but because he doesn’t want to mess this up or maybe he doesn't want it to end. Every step is measured, controlled, like he’s carrying something fragile.
Which you are.
Not wanting to barge in your room without consent. So he chose his.
When he finally reaches his room, he nudges the door open with his foot, slipping inside without a sound.
His bed’s already there, waiting.
He lowers you gently like even gravity should be careful with you. Adjusts your position. Moves your arm so it’s not awkward anymore. Pulls the blanket over you just enough.
You shift again.
A small sound escapes you—barely more than a breath.
Itadori stiffens.
But then you settle.
And he exhales.
“…man, you really just sleep anywhere, huh?” he murmurs, a quiet grin tugging at his lips.
He lingers for a second.
Okay...more than a second.
Just watching.
Then, without thinking too much about it, he reaches out and lightly brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face.
His hand pauses there.
“…you should rest more,” he says softly, like it’s something you might hear even in your sleep.
He pulls back after that, rubbing the back of his neck again, suddenly a little flustered for no reason he wants to admit.
“Don’t tell anyone I did this, okay?” he adds, half-joking, even though you’re completely out.
Then he turns to leave—
But stops at the door.
Glances back one last time.
You’re still there. Safe. Comfortable. Sleeping properly now.
And he smiles again and against his better judgement, he walks towards you once again, with a soft expression.
He sits on the ground besides the bed, his arms resting on the mattress while his head on his arms.
Just looking at you, with warmth in his eyes, like admiring a piece of artwork.
"I love you.. " he whispers to you, watching your peaceful face be gazed by the sun light spilling from the window. Making you look more ethereal in his eyes.
His heart beating softly.
He didn't dare to go to bed to prevent disturbing you and for respect even when you both were together.
He just sits there beside you, also starting to doze off, making sure you are safe.
you’re both sitting on the floor of the dorm common room, backs against the couch, some random show playing that neither of you are really paying attention to.
yuji’s talking — he always is — going on about something that happened during training, hands moving, voice bright.
you’re smiling.
watching him more than the screen.
and then it slips.
“—and i just thought, like, if you were there it would’ve been way more fun ‘cause i like being with you more than anyone el—”
he stops.
you blink.
yuji freezes. completely.
his brain catches up to his mouth a second too late.
“…wait.”
there’s a long pause.
slowly...slowly, his face starts turning red.
“i didn’t mean— no, i did mean that— but not like— i mean—” he’s spiraling now, hands coming up to cover his face. “that sounded weird, right? that sounded weird—”
you laugh softly.
“yuji…”
he peeks at you through his fingers, mortified.
“sorry.”
“…why are you apologizing?”
“because i basically just—” he cuts himself off, groaning quietly. “i’m bad at this.”
you tilt your head slightly.
“bad at what?”
another pause.
this one feels heavier.
yuji lowers his hands slowly, looking at you properly now — really looking, like he’s trying to decide something.
and for once…
he doesn’t dodge it.
“…i like you,” he says.
it’s simple.
no joke. no deflection.
just honest.
his ears are still bright red, voice a little unsteady, heart pounding rapidly— but he doesn’t take it back this time.
“like… a lot.”
the room feels quieter now.
your heart definitely doesn’t.
You stare at him, mouth shut.
yuji laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, face red.
“i wasn’t planning to say it like that,” he admits. “i had a better version in my head.”
you then smile. just abit.
“i think this one’s better...”
he blinks, not expecting anything.
“…really?”
you nod.
and that’s all it takes.
the tension in his shoulders drops instantly, relief washing over his expression so clearly it almost makes you laugh again.
“okay,” he exhales, grinning a little now. “good. ‘cause i don’t think i could redo that.”
you nudge his arm lightly.
“so what now?”
yuji looks at you for a second.
then, carefully, like he doesn’t want to mess it up
he reaches for your hand
holding it, oh so gentle.
just like that time when he massaged it.
“now…” he says, smile softer this time, “i keep liking you. just… louder, i guess.”
and somehow...
he still looks just as love-drunk as before.
If anything, it's more.
Grinning, hand squeezing one another's.
It's not the confession he planned but this works too..
Yuji was always been a big guy, that much was pretty obvious.
But lately, he grown a lot more — broader shoulders, thicker arms, the kind of build that makes people move out of his way without thinking twice.
The type of build that effortlessly makes you drool.
"Yuji, can you-"
You didn't even get to finish your sentence before he's already behind you.
"Got it! " he said, hands resting on your waist, lifting you just a bit to move you aside.
You can feel it.
The way his body covers your entire frame.
The way his hand guides you on your waist, like it belongs there.
You watch as he stretches out his arm, veins faintly visible beneath his skin.
His slender fingers grabbing whatever you needed in that shelf.
So easily.
He knew you were watching.
He heard the way your breath hitched, just a little.
The way your gaze lingered a second too long on his exposed forearm.
And yet, he looked at you with that same innocent grin.
Like he didn't knew what he was doing to you.
"Eyes up here, sweetheart"
Your face flushed as you snap out of your daydream.
He was standing tall over your figure, object already long forgotten.
His hand didn’t leave your waist.
If anything, it settled more firmly, thumb pressing just enough to make your breath catch again.
“Didn’t think I’d catch you staring like that,” he teased, voice low but playful.
“I wasn’t—”
“Mm,” he hummed, unconvinced.
Before you could step back, he took a small step forward.
Now there was nowhere to go.
Not that he was trapping you—no, Yuji wasn’t like that.
But the way he stood so close, the way his arm still rested around you… it made moving feel like your choice.
And yet—
“You’re doing it again,” he murmured.
Your eyes flicked up immediately.
Right into his.
A mistake.
Because now you were close enough to notice everything—the soft curve of his smile, the warmth in his gaze, the way he looked at you like he’d already figured you out.
“…You’re unfair,” you muttered.
He blinked, tilting his head.
“Unfair?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
For a second, he just stared at you.
Then slowly—
His grin softened into something quieter.
Something a little more dangerous.
“…Do I?”
His other hand slid just slightly along your side—not teasing this time, not playful.
Deliberate.
Like he was testing how far he could go before you pulled away.
You didn’t.
And he noticed.
Of course he did.
His shoulders relaxed, like he’d just confirmed something he’d been wondering about for a while.
“Then tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t let go.
Just watched you—waiting.
And somehow, that made your heart race even more.
I guess dating a big guy like Yuji, wasn't so bad at all..
╰┈➤ "𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌 𝐈"
You lived like any ordinary person, each day repeating like a loop. But everything changed the moment you woke up in a world you never dreamed of seeing.
You yawned as you walked through the noisy street, just finishing your shift at a restaurant, it was already late in the night — little over midnight since it was a weekend, the restaurant was up until 11 pm.
You were sore all over, especially as you were serving customers, getting yelled at by your manager, and hoping for tips all night.
You were already thinking about getting comfortable in your bed after eating and just catching up to the latest episodes of Jujutsu Kaisen, already shaking in excitement at the thought.
As you were walking down the sidewalk, you suddenly heard a muffled scream of help coming from the dark alley way ahead, you froze in your spot, hesitating whether to leave because it's not your problem or actually do good for the first time.
Against your better judgement, you cautiously run up to the alley entrance, the sight before you shake you to the core.
"Wha-? " you put a hand over your mouth.
'Is that..? No. It can't.. '
In front of you, a green blob-like creature, bigger than you that doesn't look remotely close to a human being at all. It was slowly eating the already dead woman that screamed earlier.
You were too late but really what can you do?
A curse here?
'What the heck' you were practically shaking, you couldn't believe that the creature that only exists in your favorite anime is currently in front of you.
You decided to slowly walk away, trying not to alert the curse since you can't really do anything to help.
*CRACK*
You look down, you accidentally step on some wooden planks, before you could process anything, you saw the curse already charging at you before it opens its mouth wide, wide enough to fit a human.
Just as you were about to scream, you were already swallowed whole by the curse, you passed out right then and there, not from the curse's doing but from fear and disbelief.
You felt your body being numb all over, felt your soul seperate, felt like you were deep in the ocean.
'Am I dead? No! I haven't watched the bathtub scene of Hiromi animated yet! ' you couldn't open your eyes, all you can do is feel your surroundings.
You suddenly heard a child's voice calling your name.
"Y/n - chan! Hello!!" The voice sounded so far but so near. You felt your body being shaken.
You suddenly opened your eyes, freaked out, shaking.
"Y/n - chan! Are you okay!? " a female child's voice said.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to call auntie? " a male child's voice said.
You slowly looked up at who's talking, there were two small children in front of you, looking at you with worried looks.
You're eyes widened when you saw the two familiar faces.
"Yuta..? Rika..? " you muttered in disbelief. You then realized your voice was squekier and higher than usual. You looked down and saw your body turned into a child one's, your hand tiny, currently in a playground, all three of you sitting in the sand pile.
