can u write something where JJK men apologise after arguing with the reader, and they make up afterwards? please and thank u 🥹❤️
Sure thing, thanks for the request! I hope it's good. If you want other characters too lmk!
Genre- Light angst, comfort, Romance
Character(s)- Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, Yuji, Toji
The argument didn’t start big. It started with you asking him to be honest. And he said, “You worry too much,” with that smile, you know, the one that usually works.
But this time you didn’t smile back.
You said, very quietly, “You never let me see you. You just perform by making silly jokes and making everything seem okay.”
He deflected. Of course he did. A joke. A shrug. Something about being the strongest, about not needing to talk about feelings. “I’m not asking you to be strong. I’m asking you to be real with me for once”, you muttered out.
He didn’t know how to respond to that. So he shut down. Which somehow hurt worse than the teasing.
Hours later, he finds you sitting alone. No blindfold. No grin. No exaggerated energy. Just Satoru.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he says plainly. No charm in it. No tease in his voice “When I was younger, being honest about how I felt got used against me.” His jaw tightens slightly. “So I stopped.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it. “It’s easier to be untouchable.”
“But I don’t want to be untouchable with you.” That costs him something to admit. “When you said I feel fake… it scared me.”
“I don’t want you loving a version of me that’s just… noise. The version that i use with everybody to not reveal my true self, the version that i use to block out my emotions.”
Silence stretches. Uncomfortably loud and long.
“I can’t flip a switch and suddenly be emotionally open,” he says. “And I’m probably going to default to joking again when things get heavy.”
“But if you call me out, I won’t laugh it off next time. I’ll stay. Even if it’s awkward.” He hesitates before stepping closer “I don’t want to lose you because I’m afraid to be seen.”
He wraps his arms around you not tightly, not possessively. Just enough letting his arms rest at your waist. And this time he doesn’t fill the silence.
He lets it stay silent, no matter how long or awkward it is.
He lets you see him or at least he tries.
The argument starts small.
It’s late. You’re both exhausted. A mission went wrong not catastrophic, but close enough to leave you on your nerves worrying.
You tell him he scared you.
He says, flatly, “I handled it.” That’s it. No reassurance. No acknowledgment. You stare at him. “That’s not what I meant.” He shrugs off his uniform jacket like the conversation is already over. “It’s part of the job.”
“I’m not talking about the job, Megumi. I’m talking about the fact that you don’t tell me anything. You just decide what you’re going to risk and expect me to accept it.”
His shoulders stiffen. “I don’t need permission.”
“That’s not what I’m asking for!” Your voice rises despite yourself. “I’m asking to matter enough to be considered! He turns around fully now, eyes sharp. “You think I don’t consider you?”
“I think you shut me out,” you fire back. “Every time it gets serious. You go cold. You act like my feelings are inconvenient.”
“They’re not inconvenient.”
“Then why do you look at me like I’m overreacting every time I’m scared for you?”
“Because panicking doesn’t help.”
The moment it leaves his mouth, he sees your expression change.
You step back like he pushed you. “Right,” you say softly. “Sorry for caring.” You turn toward the door.
He moves immediately. Not even thinking through of what he is gonna say. He catches your wrist — not hard, just enough to stop you.
“…Don’t.” It’s not a command. It’s strained. You don’t look at him. “Let go.” Instead, he steps in front of you so you have to face him.
You cross your arms, defensive. “You meant it.”
“I meant that I can’t afford to panic,” he corrects, breathing uneven. “Not that you’re wrong for feeling it.”
He runs a hand through his hair like he is frustrated with himself.
“When you say you’re scared for me, I don’t know what to do with that. Because I’m scared too.” That makes you look up. He rarely admits fear.
“If I let myself feel how close that mission was,” he continues, voice tight, “I start thinking about what would’ve happened if I didn’t come back.”
His grip loosens, but he doesn’t step away. “And if I think about you dealing with that, I can’t focus. So I shut it down.” You swallow. “By shutting me down.”
His eyes flicker guilt, immediate. “…Yeah.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel stupid for caring,” he says quietly. “I just don’t know how to carry both the fear of dying and the fear of hurting you at the same time.”
“You don’t have to carry it alone,” you whisper. He exhales shakily, like that option never fully occurred to him.
“I don’t know how to lean on people,” he admits. “Every time I try, I feel like I’m adding weight.”
“You’re not,” you say, and there’s frustration in your voice again but softer now. “You push me away and call it protecting me. It doesn’t feel like protection.”
“I don’t want you to feel outside of my life,” he says. “You’re not.”
His thumb brushes against your wrist where he’s still holding you.
“I can’t promise I’ll suddenly be good at this. Talking. Reassuring. I’m not wired like that.”
“But I can promise I won’t dismiss you again when you tell me you’re scared. Even if I don’t know how to respond right away.”
His voice lowers. “And I won’t walk away from the conversation.” You search his face for distance for that cold wall he usually puts up.
He looks exposed. Uncomfortable. Trying. “I don’t need you to be perfect,” you say quietly. “I just need to know you’re here with me.”
“I am,” he answers immediately.
He hesitates, then pulls you into him, arms wrapping around you tightly, almost awkwardly at first.
Like he’s anchoring himself as much as you.
“I don’t fight for things loudly,” he murmurs into your hair. “But I don’t let them go either.”
You treat me like I’m disposable!” you spit, voice raw.
Sukuna’s lips curl, then his expression hardens. “Careful.”
“I am careful,” you snap, “but you’re blind to how I feel!” He crosses his arms, cool and sharp. “You think I care what you feel? Hah.”
“Enough!” you yell. “I’m serious this time! Stop hiding behind your strength and listen!”
He studies you, calculating, then sighs quietly. “…Fine. You’re right. I dismiss what I don’t understand. I lash out because… you make me feel exposed. Vulnerable. And I hate it. I don’t know how to hold you without hurting you.”
“I will not mock you again,” he admits, stepping closer. “I will not treat your fear like weakness. But… don’t expect me to suddenly be gentle. That’s not me.”
You breathe through the tension, letting him close the gap. His hand brushes yours, rough but deliberate.
“I… will learn to manage it,” he mutters. “And I will stay.”
Even in his roughness, there’s honesty. And it’s enough.
“You only come around when you want to fuck!” you yell, voice trembling with frustration. “Like I’m nothing but something for you to use!”
Toji freezes, then smirks, but it’s sharp, defensive. “Oh, come on. That’s not fair.”
“It is fair!” you shout, stepping closer. “You disappear for days, sometimes weeks, and then suddenly you’re here, and all you want is me to be… available! You treat me like I’m a convenience, Toji!”
He crosses his arms, voice low and rough. “Convenience? You think I don’t care about you just because I don’t babysit you all the time?”
“Yes!” you yell. “Because every time I start to feel like you actually care about me, you vanish. And the only time you show up, it’s to… to get close to me. Not because you miss me, not because you thought about me. Just… you.”
“To hell with that!” he snaps, stepping toward you, tension radiating from him. “You think I don’t care just because I don’t act the way you want me to? I don’t show up every second because I’m… not that kind of person!”
“And I’m not asking for every second!” you cry. “I’m asking to matter more than your ego! I’m asking to feel like I’m not just a side thing you pull out when you want!”
He laughs bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “…A side thing? You think I treat you like some object I can pick up and drop? Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”
“It feels like it, Toji!” you yell, tears threatening. “I feel like you only come around for what you want, and everything else? I don’t exist!”
He’s quiet for a moment, jaw tight, breathing heavy. “…I come around because I want you. And I want us. Not some… convenience thing. But I… I guess I don’t show it the right way.”
“You don’t show it at all!” you shoot back. “You think showing up to kiss and have a hook up me makes everything okay? You don’t get it, do you?”
He stares at you, eyes flicking away, jaw clenched. “…Maybe I don’t. Maybe I screw around a lot. But you… you can’t just act like you’re the victim here. You don’t know the half of what I deal with out there.”
“I don’t care about your fights, Toji!” you yell. “I care about you treating me like I’m part of your life, not just someone you come back to when it’s convenient!”
For a long moment, he’s silent, breathing unevenly, fists tightening. “… I’m not perfect. You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel like crap sometimes?”
“Yes! Exactly! You feel like crap and you make me feel like a side piece!”
He steps closer, close enough that you can feel his warmth, the tension in his chest matching yours. “…You’re not a side piece. I didn’t come here thinking I was using you.”
You glare at him, your voice shaking. “Then show me! Show me I’m not just… your side piece, that you use to make ur roughness go away!”
He exhales slowly, eyes finally meeting yours “…I don’t know how to fix this all at once. I can’t promise I’ll always do it right. But I’m not leaving. Not just because I want something. Because I want you. You, not whatever I want.”
The tension lingers, thick and heavy. He doesn’t hug you yet. He doesn’t apologize outright. But his hand brushes yours, tentative, grounding.
“…I’ll try,” he mutters, voice low. “…I’m not good at this. But I’m not walking away either.”
You swallow, letting the words settle, feeling both hurt and hope at the same time.
“You’re too friendly with other girls!” you blurt out, heart pounding. “I can’t stand it!” Yuji freezes mid-step, confusion flickering across his face. “…What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re always joking, always touching, always smiling at them like… like it’s nothing! And here I am, trying not to think too much, and you just—”
“Whoa, hey, calm down!” he interrupts, hands raised. “I’m not… I’m not flirting. I’m just… being friendly.”
“You call that friendly?” you snap, taking a step closer. “You hug them, tease them, laugh at every word. You act like you’re available to anyone! And it makes me… I can’t help feeling jealous, Yuji!”
He frowns, stepping back slightly, flustered. “…Jealous? But… I never meant for you to feel that way!”
“Well, I do feel that way!” you yell, voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt!”
Yuji scratches the back of his neck, looking down. “…I didn’t know it made you feel like that. I just… I’m me. I joke around. I’m friendly. I didn’t think it would… hurt you.”
“Friendly?” you shout. “You think it’s just ‘friendly’ when I feel like… like I’m nothing? Like I’m just another person you could trade for someone else?”
He swallows hard, guilt flickering across his face. “…I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I just… I never thought you’d see it that way.”
“Then maybe you should think, Yuji!” you spit out. “Maybe you should see that your actions affect me. That I care about you more than you realize, and it hurts to feel second place!”
He steps closer, hesitantly, eyes searching yours. “…You’re not second place. You never were. I’m just… stupid sometimes. I don’t know how to show that I care without… being dumb.”
“Then stop being dumb!” you yell, tears brimming. “Stop acting like nothing matters except what makes you comfortable!”
He sighs, finally lowering his head. “…You’re right. I messed up. I didn’t think, and I hurt you. I… I’ll try. I’ll be more careful. Not because I have to… but because I want to, for you.”
You blink, voice softer now. “…Do you really mean that?”
His hand reaches for yours, fingers brushing yours gently. “…I do. I don’t want to make you feel jealous. Not ever. I just… I need to learn. And I will. I promise.”
He places a soft kiss on your forehead and holds you close.
