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we're not kids anymore.
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⊱ ۫ ׅ 𐔌 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 ꪆৎ
ꕀ 𝐉𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ ꕀ fifteen s/her infp nana's chef ♡ shoko's baby 🪽
❀ 𓂃 If nana was a guy she'd be the love of my life 𓋜
🍓 ꕀ carrd masterlist requests and dms open ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ sfw blog .ᐟ
⋆.˚ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝄢
© 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒇 - do not repost, plagiarize, or feed my work to AI.
꒰ Divider: @pixopix ꒱
cryoadeptus!reader x xiao headcannons pt 1 (pt 2 not guaranteed but i will try)
a/n: guys pls bear with me im supposed to be studying for my prelims rn but im gn write this (kinda short 😭 sorry guys, im trying i swear)
• starting with the obvious, he has a soft side for you
• this should be obvious, but if you don't know, its not a huge mushy soft spot, but he does have one and will show it to you and you only
• will stare down anyone who even looks at you wrong
• will be worried as heck if you get even a single scratch and will bandage it quickly
• this man does not care if he has bones broken and you only have a single cut, he will tend to you first
• will internally curse himself for not being able to protect you properly even though it wasn't even his fault
• since you're the cryo adepti, your body temperature is really cold, like, freezing cold, and so is xiao's so when you both first held hands, he was quite surprised that your hands were even colder than his
• cue surprised pikachu face
• will be embarrased if you call him out on it and give you a half-hearted glare (he could never really glare at you)
• "I'm not blushing... its just really hot today.."
• this man is redder than a tomato but will deny it to the grave
a/n: thats all for now.. guys pls give me ideas and motivation 😭 reqs are open but im having prelims so i might not be able to do all of them quickly, pls bear with me
Ty @cursed-carmine for the dividers, they're really pretty!
taglist: @nanaschef, @showhay, @windtoweem, @starspenxcie, @honey-i-love-chevy, @vrystalius, @sanemistar, @honey-i-love-chevy, @falsedivide, @sxpernova, @areislol
baby yuji has a fever and husband!sukuna is not super normal about it
a small rag is dipped soaking up icy cold water from a bowl, the humidity of the room let out by a slightly ajar window.
you twist the rag wringing out any extra water,
“it’ll be a bit cold okay, yu?” you assure yuji your poor 4 yo baby who had just come down with a fever.
he must’ve caught it from kindergarten.
yuji tugs at the blanket covering his form and nods a small pout on his baby features. he proceeds to wince at the cold rag pressed to his forehead as you coo trying to calm him down, your worry evident.
“it’s not that cold, brat”
your husbands voice cuts sharp through your assurances, you raise your gaze to shoot him a glare the attempt futile because sukuna is too busy having a staring contest with his son.
“it is cold dad”
sukuna tuts crossing his arms.
“well toughen up”
“i am tough! i am tough! mommy tell him”
sukuna reaches out placing the back of his hand against yuji’s chubby cheek.
still warm he thinks, his mind clouded with doubt and frustration until he feels your touch on his arm.
you brush your thumb there understanding, knowing. sukuna’s expression is conflicted he’s bursting with worry and your touch sends some form of assurance causing him to look at you.
“he’ll be okay” you mouth trying not to let yuji see how weak both his parents are when it comes to him.
sukuna looks at you debating your words and then finally relents closing his eyes and sighing. he trusts you.
you resume your previous notion. the room filled with splashing sounds of the wet rag being dipped then wrung out and yuji babbling about one thing or another already starting to miss school and his friends.
you continue working meticulously only stopping when precipitate builds up on your own forehead and bringing up an arm to rub it off.
sukuna who’d been observing the both of you silently now steps in taking the rag from your hand asking you to move over.
your son who’d been at the verge of sleep now mutters “but i want mommy to do it..”
“yeah yeah why don’t you get better and stop me then huh?” sukuna sneers.
you leave both father and son alone to get a refill on the ice only to come back to a sleeping yuji and a softened sukuna at his side, his shoulders slumped eyebrows knitted with worry.
you watch him dab yujis face carefully every motion deliberate as if he was a fragile little thing and to sukuna he was.
you’re sure of it then that his words had no bite.
sukuna senses you return back to his side, he takes the ice from you putting it aside with the rag. his strong arms pull you in.
your face coming to rest in the crook of his neck.
“he’ll be okay, don’t worry your head off” he murmurs and you melt your exhaustion fading away.
because seriously what is better than a caring sukuna?
firefly; i wrote this based off of how my mom would take care of me when i had a fever as a child and also my undying maternal love towards yuji itadori❀ུ͏
pranking the jjk men that you lost the kid! (pt.1) ;; 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ft. gojo, toji, geto, choso pt.2 [none yet]
author’s notes:
guys any reqs for who to include in pt 2 other than nanami and sukuna??😛
also ignore how choso’s time is at almost 2am he was a last minute addition to part 1💔similarly please let’s ignore how some of the timings are not in order (specifically toji and gojo being swapped) i did it for layout purposes mainly😭😭
divider creds @dividers-are-us !
๑ chopped cheese
ଘ posting jjk characters on your socials and they have something to say about the comments.
ଘ satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna, choso, megumi & yuji
soft!kuna headcannons
my first jjk post im nervous :]
warnins: not proofread
ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ᴋᴜɴᴀ who claims that he doesn't care about you but always stays anyway
꒰ Toji breaking your favorite flower vase and blaming It on baby gumi ა
You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when you heard it — glass exploding, something heavy hitting the floor. You knew that sound.
You ran to the living room and stopped dead.
Your beautiful flower vase was gone. The tall porcelain one from Kyoto, the one with the pink flowers painted by hand, the gold edges, the one your aunt gave you when you got married. Now it was just pieces all over the floor. Water and flowers were everywhere. White lilies lay on the marble like confetti.
And there was your husband.
Toji Fushiguro stood by the empty table where the vase used to be. His big body was frozen. He looked like a kid who just got caught stealing candy. Sweat was on his face. Toji never sweats from nerves but right now he was scared.
You put your hands on your hips. "Toji What did you do."
He opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again.
Then his eyes found baby Megumi.
Megumi was sitting on the rug a few feet away, playing with his blocks. He was one year old, all chubby cheeks and big dark eyes. He had no idea what was happening.
Toji moved fast. He scooped up Megumi and held him out like a shield.
"It was him!" Toji said, pointing at the baby. "The kid did it! He was throwing his blocks around and — boom! Vase gone. right, Megs? Tell Mama."
Megumi looked at his dad. Then at you. Then he smiled and drooled on his shirt.
"Boom-boom!" Megumi said happily. He waved his little arms and knocked over his block tower.
Toji nodded hard. "See? He's confessing! The kid's a menace. Takes after his old man."
You stared at him.
Then you looked at the broken vase. Then back at him.
Megumi couldn't even walk yet.
"Toji," you said, your voice very calm. "Megumi can't stand up."
Toji blinked. "He...he throws really hard?"
"He's one year old."
"He's strong! My genes!"
You crossed your arms. You didn't say anything. You just looked at him.
Toji's brave face started to crack. He put Megumi down carefully. The baby crawled back to his blocks like nothing happened.
"Okay," Toji said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, fine. Maybe I was... shadowboxing. Just a little. And my elbow—"
"Your elbow."
"Yeah. It just... connected. Those tables are lower than they look!"
You kept staring.
He kept talking. "It was an accident! A real accident! I didn't mean to—"
"You were fighting ghosts in the living room. While our son was right there."
Toji winced. "In my defense... no, I got nothing. I'm sorry."
You took a deep breath. You looked at the mess. You looked at your husband, this big strong scary man who killed curses for a living, now looking at you like a lost puppy.
"Okay," you said finally.
Toji's face lit up. "Okay? Really? That's it?"
"You're cleaning this up. Every single piece."
"Yes absolutely. On it."
"And you're on diaper duty for one whole week."
His face fell a little. "A week?"
"A week."
He nodded slowly. "Okay Fair."
"And," you added, pointing at the empty spot where your vase used to be, "you're buying me a new one, bigger, nicer. or you sleep in the garage."
Toji nodded fast. "Bigger, nicer. Got it. Whatever you want, babe."
He grabbed the broom and started sweeping. You watched him for a second, this huge man carefully picking up tiny pieces of glass, sneaking looks at you to see if you were still mad.
You weren't really mad. Not anymore. It was just a thing.
You went back to the kitchen.
~~~
Three days later, Toji came home with a huge box.
He set it down in the living room with a big smile. "Close your eyes."
You closed them.
"Okay, open."
You opened your eyes and gasped.
It was a vase. But not just any vase. This thing was huge — almost four feet tall. White porcelain with blue dragons curling all around it. Gold details on the dragons' claws and eyes. Inside were the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen: purple orchids, pink peonies, white roses. It looked like it belonged in a palace.
"Bigger," Toji said, puffing his chest out a little. "Nicer. From a guy in Tokyo who owes me a favor. You like it?"
You walked around it slowly. It was perfect. Even better than the old one.
You turned to Toji. He was trying to look cool but you could see the nerves underneath. He really wanted you to be happy.
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.
He smiled into it, his big hands landing on your waist.
"I forgive you," you said.
"Thank god."
"But if you break this one, you're really sleeping in the garage."
He laughed. "Deal."
From his playpen, Megumi clapped his hands and yelled randomly.
Toji looked at him and winked. "That's right, kid. Teamwork."
꒰ Divider: @cursed-carmine ꒱
Hey so I thought we as userbase should organize spontaneous blackout protest against shapes inc ads here. I thought Feb 26th would be a good date (so ppl has 72 hrs notice if they want to participate), we would log off for 24hrs to show tumblr we are not okay with that (and also for shapes to get less ad revenue for a day in a process lol). Tag would be 'anti shapes inc protest'
If you like the idea/want to participate, help spread the word by reblogging this ask. Thanks <3
I would happily comply with this, hopefully enough people participate for it to make an impact!
Yo everyone who sees my blog. How about we do this
(+overall it's good to take a break from social media)
@kingkit7734 @withered-roses-still-live @ex-bus @starryvirus @reincarnated-gay-fox @mjthesilly @sprinty-ua spread the word if you want to
Yes this is something we should do, so fellow tumblrians spread the word
@the-king-of-beans-offical @astracaedes @ayane-chan-loves-water @algae122 @beansandsausages32 @do-not-u-dare @drudg30n @dramaticinlyf @evilpineapple-offical @evee1308 @featherednonsense @fox-offical @gayward-fagabond @ghostlybluetrain @heart-offical @itsuwari-no-kibo-offical @irrelevantsarcasmghost @instant-yuri-machine @jel-e-ton @kingkit7734 @lokisflame @loco-the-wolf @laciffo-natas @midnight-blue-wolf-official @mjthesilly @make-me-president @mossymenaces @no-one-offical @ninahufflepuff @p1per-will-kill-you @raynilikescats @roseisgoat @ririwithrice @sok-offical @thedogbard @the-bone-eating-vulture @the-grassy-hill @undefined333 @vaporeon-offical @withered-roses-still-live @winterinkspill @zeldafloof @zeta-finnish @ash-cherryblossom
Please spread the word
(Yes i tagged people im not moots with but this is important)
YES I LOVE THIS!!
@zaiisacreep @no-one-offical @withered-roses-still-live @livstudioss @livviedaltonvintagedoll @dramaticinlyf + open tags!!
yesyesyes!!! we should totally to something like thiss!!!
@shenanigan42 @eleventhirtythoughts @withered-roses-still-live @do-not-u-dare @ravensncrowsx @the-aricher @p1per-will-kill-you @sunnyarik3r @oxyisdamoron @thatchaoticbookworm @no-one-offical @astracaedes + all the moottieeeeeesssssss
@thesightofthestarsmakemesmile @justcallmedom31 @mischievous-archeologist @ennarchy @paper-stars-still-glow @fancysheepnacho @enbyphoenix10 @fish-without-legs @nelly-rebellyyyyy @thekaumidyking @riri-shark-in-perpetual-motion @mikeandwillsweddingofficiant @roseisgoat @lovely-mosspatch @aceexists @shaethecrow @willsolaceskitkat @sapphic-offical @princessnymphae @maximillien-morreldantes @do-not-u-dare @chronicallyonlinebitch @shiny-and-domsticated-dih
MOOTS
MUTUALS
ANYONE WHO SEES THIS
spread the word :)
@omnipotentnothing @moonga-sucks @cheesewhip3 @olliedoesthings @cutetrilobite2 @paper-stars-still-glow @cartoonenby @mahitotruther @buggycat @patrik6090 @x3nafix @poisonpupx @moon-in-orbit @i-ate-the-sun13 @ratburga @bagofmice @freakyolivelady @sadfan9784 @jelly-kibtyfish @rio-and-the-cani
100% all moots get on board !! pausing my queue for 26/02
@laerrebae @flowerformeguru @livelaughalexisness @reapkusho @reositos @yayamrata @yooichiis and everypone else i cant remember handles rn
@kaikaikarasu @euonic @kuronachompchomp @neversam @tofumiarchives @islandgayneery @satosuguhastakenovermylife
YES I’M SO SICK OF THOSE STUPID ADS
@yumyumcherryy @kimiiyoru @boba-rama @allieluvsh @esotericmav @gogo2712 @levihanmyotp @laeliaflores @licl0ud @wuiwee @wuniquri @thetwinkims @therealgreylock @tivrkn @totallymichaelkaiser @yunisl @i-yonakaruz-i @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @pwrrpuffs @dontlickmyfeetplz @fairyofprose @fluff-only @kellyhashimoro @laxinxiang @xxxanimesimpxxx @chuuyachihuahua @chry6 @vivienne2512 @vanillaadots @bunny4kaiser @nightshadekisss @nakaira @maiyz @masterrbaiter
BRO THOSE ADS ARE SO FAKE AND SHITTY I THOIGHT IT WAS JUST ME
@notes-diary101 @dontlickmyfeetplz @starrydreamers304 @kuronarnze @reosleftnut @yujisdreamgirl @draculiette @jyikeu @sourlacy @sweetened-exposition @reositos @veejiez @kxsag
protesting against creepy ai chatbot ads? sign me up.
@cupidstrace @sweethearticism @madamechrissy @satorusdollie @kamiflix @sixxels @yenayaps @indiewritesxoxo @uhnosav @blkkizzat @realalpacorn @mimuju @bluukive @reignpage @all-with-angel
I absolutely fucking agree with this. 26th will be our blackout day
@aves1018 @howlsmoonhaven @kiatheinsomniac @cilil @foxy-lisard @satorusdollie @satorus-princess @indiewritesxoxo @iamsoclone @realalpacorn @rainlina @aomicest @mimuju @d3cay1ngst4tic @ysaefinn @saezzi @satorules @darlingbambii @girlbossndarkpink @tonycries @mannythemunchkin @wise-fangirl @everyurlithinkofistoolong @caninne @ruiniel @rurifangirl @nanamiskentos @dollhousesinner @hostofmany @braidedfate @fushiguava @veilofsixeyes @twinfaes @tawo-s @kyuai-labyrinth @lyladoesart @littlefrenchiestar @prettypinksprincessblog @pillbaby-main @everyurlithinkofistoolong @yunamoona @spideyyeet @maru-the-alien @martianzmars @juneburrow @jiyuspassion @xonyoka @batcatgal @melkors-big-tits
EVERYTHING IN QUEUE WILL BE POSTPONED TO GIVE WAY FOR THE COMMUNITY PROTEST!!!
@falsedivide @sugurusmistress @suguruss1ut @suguless @sugurusbadhabit @cherrys-wrld @killakuna @kaekuna @lemonjuicie @softtashoney @satorusrealm @httpskrys @loganwritesprobably @angelicarlert @kryingk4t @sugarbunnyluv @cursedkisss @nanaschef @gojodickbig @sashinemis @rainlina @satorus-whore @sunanami @indiewritesxoxo @creamkissed @kkunai
genuinely though, it's so annoying to see the ads everytime i scroll by like 2 posts . . .
[ tagging my mooties : @princeable @princesslimitless @kunacakes @kryingk4t @lucyienne @liliklei @iheartanzai @kurosaaki @getopied @rainlina @dollhousesinner @cumironi @indiewritesxoxo @angelicarlert @cinnamon7girl7 @sixsevenbtw @cloudykumo @maunologue @yunamoona @xqce @saelynne @sunasbon @reiyaus @ryomeans @mokkiaun @sailorkamino @sunanami @httpskrys @retiredteabag @satoruslovey @nanaschef @namifairy ]
I have a little belated valentines tag chain for anyone who wants to play!
link to quiz here
open tag!!
@suugarbabe @unstablereader @sensationalstardust @jemssafespace @nightsmarish @ailoda @iamgonnagetyouback @honeycaksy
optional tags: @showhay, @nanaschef, @windtoweem, @sanemistar, @starspenxcie, @falsedivide, + anyone who would like to join!
Thank you so much for the taggg<3
TAG GAME
search up spotify lyrics on google or Pinterest and the first that comes up describes you
I'll go first
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ty for the tag @jackalthehyena
100% true AND its laufey !
open tags : @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @tc-selmarillian @wellitseugi @yallsvape @whenandfromanotherworld @reikodashi
Thanks for the tag @akaashiit 🌸💗
Hmm I feel like I needed to see this and the universe showed it to me at just the right time
Tags: @barelyalivesstuff @shoyosun @reikodashi @tc-selmarillian @bronbrons2 @whenandfromanotherworld
thank you so much for the tags guys 🥹
1) i love Vienna, literally top 10 songs AOT. So yes I agree! love this actually.
@reikodashi @kired1467 @tobioyaps @tobio-rs @shoyosun @florecielo @cornfielding @showhay
i like this song, actually. i listen to it when i study. thank you for the tag @whenandfromanotherworld !! mwuahhh <3
tags (optional !!) : @katzline @reverd-ck @renriiwrites @kuroken-divorce-arc @x3nafix @maisbookstore @lsirria @fiannee @gurarchived @junni-berry @j4zume @sevikas-butch
I wasnt tagged but wanted to join hehe (my spotify didnt want me to share this so i js screenshotted it-)
Optional tags: @sanemistar, @nanaschef, @starspenxcie, @windtoweem + anyone who would like to join!
Thank you for the taggg !!
I'm literally writing a fic on this song:)
mochi and cuteness ! | satoru gojo ╱ fluff ✿ notes
syn ﹕ passing notes with your annoying best-friend gojo !
choso x reader texts! ;; 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
cw: kys jokes referenced, mainly just choso being naive and new to texting
notes: i’m not sure if i overdid the naive personality too much i just thought these would be funny🥹 i used the words choso and cho too much in this agh
divider creds @/omi-resources @/yeritos @/bhavihelps !!
be my valentine (that wasnt a question)
mafia boss x daycare teacher au~🩸🌹 Happy Late Valentine's Day! I like to think they started the daycare together and help out troubled kids XD (also rlly wanted to draw gojo w/ scars 👀)
LOVERS ROCK ᯓ★
Pt-2 ᯓ★
𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 Reader / 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 Gojo Satoru / 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 Shoko Ieiri / 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 Geto Suguru
The fluorescent lights of the backstage hallway buzzed overhead as the final chords of the performance still echoed in your ears.
"Let's go to the backstage, they invited us," Satoru said, his voice carrying that familiar lilt of excitement. His blue eyes were practically sparkling behind his dark shades.
You hesitated for just a moment, glancing at the tall figure standing slightly apart from your group. Choso had been hovering near the edges all evening, his dark eyes taking in the scene with that quiet intensity that always made you feel like he was seeing more than everyone else.
"Can Choso come with us?" you asked.
Satoru's head tilted like a curious cat. "Hmm." He cupped his own chin with his hand, leaning his face uncomfortably close to Choso — personal space was clearly a foreign concept to him. Choso stood frozen, looking like a deer caught in headlights as Satoru's eyes roamed over him with obvious assessment.
"Yeah, he can come," Satoru finally declared, breaking into a smile. Choso exhaled, not having realized he'd been holding his breath.
The backstage area was a chaotic maze of equipment cases, discarded costume pieces, and people rushing past with urgent expressions. Your group followed the signs until you reached the green room, where the band was already celebrating.
The members —Kenji, Daiki, and Ren— all rushed forward to hug Satoru one by one, their genuine affection obvious. But your attention caught on something else. When Satoru reached Suki, his hands lingered on her waist longer than necessary. His head dipped closer to hers as they exchanged quiet words you couldn't hear, and something twisted in your chest.
Satoru pulled away eventually, gesturing toward your group. "These are my friends Shoko, Suguru, and (Name)."
Introductions were exchanged with polite smiles. You can't stop staring at Suki. She was beautiful in that effortless way that made you feel like you'd never quite measure up.
Then Choso's hand found yours.
Warmth spread from where his fingers intertwined with yours, and you looked up at him in surprise. His expression remained calm but a faint flush crept up his neck. You didn't pull away.
A hand landed on your shoulder. Squeezing just hard enough to make you aware of its presence.
"(name) wanna go out for smoking?" Suguru's voice was smooth as ever, but his hand remained on your shoulder, fingers pressing slightly.
"I don't smoke anymore," you told him, trying to keep your voice light.
"Why?" The question came out flat, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
"I just don't want to." You laughed nervously, hoping to dispel the strange tension that had suddenly crystallized in the air between you. "Bad for health, you know? All that."
"Is that the reason?" Suguru's voice dropped, something dark flickering across his features.
"Ah— I'll be back" you said quickly, extracting yourself from his grip and heading for the door. Choso followed without hesitation.
The hallway was quieter, just the distant thump of bass from other rooms and the echo of your footsteps on the linoleum.
Why was Suguru acting like that? You'd never seen that side of him before — that tension, that edge of something that felt almost like possession.
"(Name)!" Choso caught up to you, falling into step beside you. "Um, you wanna go on a date again tomorrow? Maybe?"
You blinked at him, surprise pushing aside the uneasy thoughts about Suguru. Choso looked almost painfully hopeful, his dark eyes soft.
"Yeah, okay," you heard yourself say.
"Um I'll pick you up at 8." A small smile tugged at his lips.
"Yeah, okay," you repeated, warmth blooming in your chest.
Choso moved closer, and you did too. The kiss started gentle — his lips soft against yours — but deepened naturally, your body responding before your mind could catch up. His free hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head as the kiss grew more urgent. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, in the way his thumb traced your cheekbone, in the quiet sound he made against your mouth.
Neither of you noticed the figure standing at the far end of the hallway, perfectly still, watching.
Later that night, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your fingers touching your lips as if the kiss might still be there.
'(Name), the way you closed your eyes while kissing Choso is very suspicious.'
Your imaginary devil self perched on your shoulder, her voice a knowing purr.
'Is it because you were thinking of someone else? Were you imagining it was Satoru?'
"No," you whispered to the empty room.
'Oh please. You're so obsessed with him it's pathetic.'
You squeezed your eyes shut, but all you could see was blue eyes behind dark glasses, a teasing smile, a hand lingering on someone else's waist.
Sleep didn't come that night.
The morning light was too bright, too cheerful for your exhausted state. You dragged yourself through your morning routine, arriving at the café with just minutes to spare. The familiar scent of coffee and baked goods usually comforted you, but today it just made your stomach churn.
Choso was already there. The shift passed awkwardly. Every time you pass him, you felt his gaze on you.
Shoko's apartment was chaos in the best way —instruments scattered everywhere, sheet music covering every surface, the faint smell of incense and takeout. Practice sessions here were always intense, always cathartic.
Everyone was already there when you arrived. Shoko was tuning her bass, Suguru sat behind the drum kit idly spinning a stick between his fingers, and Satoru was sprawled across the couch, scrolling through his phone. "You're late," Satoru announced without looking up.
"By three minutes."
"Unacceptable." He finally looked at you, and that smile —that stupid, beautiful smile — made your heart stutter. "I'll let it slide this time."
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your guitar, the familiar weight of it settling you. You adjusted the microphone stand, checked your tuning, and took a deep breath.
"Ready when you are," Shoko called out.
You counted them in.
The first notes crashed through the room like a wave. Your fingers flew across the strings, muscle memory taking over as the music consumed you. Shoko's bass line rumbled deep in your chest, a heartbeat made of sound. Suguru's drums thundered — he was always aggressive when he played, putting his whole body into every hit, sweat already beading on his forehead.
The final chord rang out and faded into silence.
No one moved. The last vibrations of sound seemed to hang in the air, shimmering. Goosebumps raced down your arms, and from the look on Shoko's face, you weren't alone.
"Holy shit," she breathed.
Satoru broke the spell by clapping his hands together. "Damn, we're good."
You all collapsed onto whatever surface was available —Shoko onto the couch, you onto the floor, Suguru leaning against his drum kit, Satoru somehow taking up an entire armchair by himself.
"Y'all wanna go to drinks again tonight?" Satoru asked, stretching like a cat.
"I've got plans," you said, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Wyd?" Satoru asked curiously.
"Um, Choso asked me for a date again."
"Oh that's nice" Shoko grinned, genuine happiness in her expression. "He seems really sweet, (Name). I'm happy for you."
Suguru's expression, however, was completely unreadable. His dark eyes fixed on you with intensity.
"Ehhh?! A date again? Noooo, what if he steals our dear (Name) from us?" Satoru launched himself at you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. He smelled like expensive cologne.
You chuckled, your face pressed against his shoulder, heart racing. "What if he did?" you joked.
The sound of wood splintering cut through the room like a gunshot.
Everyone froze.
Suguru stood by the drum kit, pieces of a broken drumstick in his hands, splinters scattered at his feet. His face was calm, too calm.
"Oh sorry, I broke it by mistake." He tossed the pieces aside casually. "Must have been a defective one."
Satoru's arms had loosened around you, his head turned toward Suguru with an expression you couldn't read. Shoko looked between them, her brow furrowed.
"Um, maybe I should leave," you said quietly, extracting yourself from Satoru's hold. "Got some work to do at home anyway."
The walk home gave you too much time to think. Suguru breaking that stick — it had to be an accident, right?
You did your chores. Dishes washed, laundry folded, floor swept. The evening stretched ahead, empty and quiet.
A knock on the door startled you.
You opened it to find Suguru. He was drunk, really drunk —swaying on his feet, eyes glassy, hair escaping its usual neat style. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. "(Name)," he slurred.
Before you could respond, his legs gave out. He fell forward, and you caught him instinctively, his weight pressing you both against the doorfram. His head dropped to your shoulder, arms wrapping around you in a clumsy hug.
"I—Suguru, what—"
"Please stay with me," he mumbled into your neck.
Your heart hammered.
This was so unlike him — Suguru was always controlled, always composed. You'd never seen him like this. Gently, you guided him inside, half-carrying him to the couch. He collapsed onto it, pulling you with him.
"Suguru, I gotta go—"
He grabbed your arm, tugging you down. You lost your balance, landing half on top on the couch. Your eyes widened, body frozen —
And then you heard snoring.
You lay there for a long moment, listening to his even breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. Carefully you tried to move. His arm tightened around your waist.
"Suguru—"
Snoring.
Eventually, exhaustion won. You stopped fighting, letting yourself relax against him. Just for a moment. Just until you could gather the energy to move. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, warm and surprisingly comforting.
You didn't mean to fall asleep.
A knock on the door jolted you awake. You were still on the couch, still half-draped over Suguru, who hadn't moved.
The knock came again, more insistent.
You scrambled up, smoothing down your clothes, running fingers through your sleep-tangled hair. Suguru stirred but didn't wake.
You opened the door.
Choso stood there with a bouquet of flowers. He looked so good, so put-together, dark hair falling perfectly, eyes warm.
"Hi, sorry I'll get ready in a few minutes," you said, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. "Can you wait?"
Choso said with a gentle voice. "I'll wait as much as you want."
You let him inside.
"(Name)."
Suguru's voice came from behind you, rough with sleep.
He appeared in the doorway to the living room, hair disheveled, shirt wrinkled, looking every inch the man who'd just woken up on your couch. Choso's expression shifted. The warmth drained away, replaced by something cold, eyes narrowed, his brows drawing together sharply.
Suguru, still clearly drunk, stumbled toward you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin dropping to your shoulder.
"What's going on?" Choso's voice was flat.
You laughed nervously. "He just showed up really drunk! I couldn't just leave him outside—"
Choso's hands clenched at his sides. His frown didn't disappear — it deepened, carving lines into his usually soft expression.
"I think I should go."
"What? No, Choso, wait—"
But he was already moving toward the door, bouquet still in his hand. He paused at the threshold, not quite looking back. The door clicked shut behind him.
You stood there, frozen, Suguru's arms still around you. After a long moment, you pulled away. He let you go without resistance.
"I need to... I'm going to my room," you said numbly.
You didn't see Suguru's eyes open fully once you'd gone. Didn't see him sit up, push his hair back with both hands, light a cigarette with steady fingers. Didn't see the cold calculation in his expression.
Oh, Suguru knew what he'd done was wrong.
Did he feel guilty? Hell no.
He exhaled smoke toward the ceiling, watching it curl and dissipate. Suguru couldn't let anyone take you. Ever.
Morning came too fast. You woke groggy, the events of the previous night crashing back. You rushed downstairs, but Suguru was gone. Just a faint smell of cigarette smoke and an indent on the couch cushions.
You got ready, ate breakfast you couldn't taste, and left for work.
The café was busy. You spotted Choso immediately— But he walked right past you without another glance.
The rest of your shift passed in a blur of avoidance. Choso never looked at you again. When he left, he didn't say goodbye.
Practice was in a few hours. You stopped at the convenience store on the way, grabbing snacks — for yourself and your friends.
The crosswalk signal changed. You stepped off the curb.
And then you saw him.
On the other side of the street, Satoru stood outside a café. He was laughing, head tilted back, that beautiful sound carrying even across the traffic noise. A girl stood with him— slender, elegant, with long dark hair and a smile that lit up her whole face.
She was stunning. Satoru bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.
The bags slipped from your fingers. Food scattered across the pavement. The world stopped spinning, all sound fading to a distant roar.
You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but watch as he pulled back and looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the universe.
Like he was in love.
A hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backward.
The truck roared past, so close you felt the wind of it, heard the blaring horn like it was coming from very far away.
"Tch, can't you see? You were going to die."
You blinked, slowly returning to your body. A pink-haired man stood before you, glaring with obvious annoyance. His grip on your arm was painful.
"Thank you for saving me," you heard yourself say. Your voice sounded strange.
"Tch. Whatever." He released you and walked away without looking back.
You turned to the other side of the street.
Satoru was gone. The girl was gone.
Tears burned your eyes. You blinked, and they fell, hot tracks down your cold cheeks.
He looked so happy.
Like he was in love.
No.
No, no, no.
You pressed your hands to your face, but the tears kept coming. People passed you on the sidewalk. You stood there alone, crying in the middle of the street, and wondered when everything had gotten so complicated. When had you fallen so hard for someone who would never look at you the way you wanted him to?
The sun was setting by the time you could move again. Practice. You were supposed to be at practice. You wiped your face, took a shaking breath, and started walking.
Your phone buzzed. A message from Shoko.
Shoko: You coming? Everyone's here.
Everyone.
Including Satoru.
Including the boy who'd just shattered something inside you without even knowing it.
Your fingers trembled as you typed your reply.
You: On my way.
What else could you do? The show must go on.
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𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 ִֶָ𓂃 satoru doesn't want to let your 2 year old sleep on her 'big girl bed'
note. art creds to @/hunnismokah — it's 2.12 and i just had to whip this up after thinking of it. genuinely tweaking bcs i was sure i had an idea for a drabble this afternoon but i completely forgot about it . . . and now i'm angry. anw, hope you like this one! CAITA update tonight, ok? 😀
You wondered why Satoru was acting as if your daughter wouldn't sleep with the both of you anymore — he was the one who suggested that she should start sleeping on her 'big girl bed'. Hence, why he bought the unicorn themed bed frame with the most squishy mattress in the store.
"Just one more week, please?" He practically pleads softly, his forehead was pressed to your shoulder.
Your two year old daughter was hooked in his other arm, happily patting his arm. Today would mark the first day she'll be sleeping in her own room, on her big bed alone. Satoru had suggested that for the past month, look at him now.
He groans out when you don't budge, "Satoru, you bought her a bed."
"And the bed isn't running anywhere, am I right, sweetcheeks?" He coddled your daughter, clamping her chubby cheek in between his teeth gently, "You want to go night night in daddy's arms, right baby? No sleeping on the big girl bed. Only princesses who hate their daddy sleep on the big girl bed!"
Your daughter blissfully squealed, it was a quarter past her bed time and she was still yet to be laid down. Satoru peppered her cheeks with kisses, the loud smooches making her squeal with delight. Little legs kicking the air joyfully, "See? Even she agrees to sleeping with us."
"Satoru, please."
"Mommy's a party pooper, she doesn't want to sleep with you," Satoru sulks, standing up, "doesn't matter, daddy will go night night in your unicorn bed!"
You watch him leave in amusement, you just know he's not gonna stay for long in there.
Like you guessed, Satoru came rushing back to your shared bedroom with an offended look, "She just kicked me out of her bed, how rude. Is it wrong for a dad to want to have his little girl sleep with him forever?"
You chuckled softly, feeling his side of the bed dip. Satoru had his back turned on you, "You're sulking again," he grunts out.
"My little girl is already not so little."
"She's two."
"And already kicking her daddy out of bed," he mutters bitterly, "I bought that bed, I thought she loved me more than anything in the world. She chose me over her favorite pizza toy, that makes me the favorite!"
You rubbed his back, "You're being too dramatic, baby."
"You don't know how it feels to be a dad," he turns to look at you, the pout still lingering on his lips.
The door to your shared bedroom opens slowly, you look up to meet the teary eyed two year old standing there. Nose red and filled with snot, her fingers dipped in between her little teeth.
Satoru was up on his feet, cooing softly, scooping her up into his arms, "See? Now, mommy and daddy's bed is way better than that unicorn bed, right?" He bounces her gently, wiping her cheeks.
Your daughter buried her face into his neck, making his eyes squeeze shut. He turns to look at you with that pleading look in his eyes, "Please, baby? Just one more week. I promise, look at her, how can we do this?"
Satoru rubbed your daughter's little back gently, "There, there little one, daddy's here now," he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to her head, "did you have a bad dream? Did you miss daddy? Did you see the boogeyman?"
You awe at him, shaking your head before finally nodding, "Fine. One week. Then she goes on the big girl bed."
Satoru cheered happily, laying your daughter in between you both. She settled in quickly, her hand fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Satoru tucks her in, pressing yet another kiss to her head, "Night night, baby, mommy and daddy loves you."
Your daughter yawns softly, a sleepy smile popping on her face, "Ight, ight," she mimics him, waving slowly as slumber began taking over her systems.
"Can I offer a bargain?" Satoru asks, "Two weeks."
"One week or tomorrow."
"One week, ma'am."
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