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Am I the only ao3 author who recognizes some of the hardcore readers‘/commenters‘ username and starts getting worried when they suddenly stop commenting?

Not in an egotistical way tho.

More like @Haaland_and_Bellingham_LoveChildAlpha67 where are you? Are you hurt? Please come back I miss your comments 😭

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Captain, Off the Court

Chapter 12 - Fushiguro’s Perfect Plan

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji × Fushiguro Megumi (JJK)

College AU

Rating: Mature (+17)

(General) Warnings: cursing, suggestive language,

AO3

Itadori Yuuji woke on New Year's morning to the steady, rhythmic purr of a cat resting on his chest, sprawled across Fushiguro Megumi's royal blue couch. The dim morning light filtering through the window stung his honey-brown eyes, and for several long minutes he had no desire to open them.

The captain's sweet, softly snoring cat, Maho, was sound asleep atop his chest, purring in contentment. With one hand, Yuuji sleepily rubbed the grit from the corner of his eye; with the other, he gently scratched the cat behind the ears. A faint smile crept onto his chapped lips, and as wakefulness slowly settled in, the memories of last night came flooding back.

Though the cat's comforting weight eased the anxiety beginning to bloom inside him, the bittersweet ache lodged in his heart once again threatened to surface.

He remembered how utterly miserable he'd felt after Fushiguro had left him behind for his old classmate. The memory hit him like a kick to the stomach—the sight of Tsumiki's younger brother laughing so freely with Rintaro, glowing with effortless happiness, as though he hadn't been toying with Yuuji moments earlier like a lion cub batting around its prey.

His wounded pride wasn't helped by the fact that, despite his repeated refusals, Tsumiki had invited his ex-girlfriend to the party in the desperate hope that the two of them would get back together. As if the whole Megumi situation wasn't already enough, the last person Yuuji wanted to deal with was Ozawa.

With a heavy sigh, the student pushed himself upright on the couch, unfortunately disturbing the cat sleeping on top of him. Maho hopped gracefully onto the hardwood floor and stretched luxuriously while Yuuji watched in silence.

Despite the peaceful morning, he could feel anger steadily building inside him. He had never been someone who held grudges. Forgiving people had always come naturally to him, and thanks to his empathy, moving on from difficult situations had rarely been all that hard. But not after New Year's Eve, after that he couldn't move on and honestly he didn't event want to.

Yuuji was angry.

He was angry at Tsumiki for shoving Yuko back into his life after he'd told her countless times that that chapter had long since ended. He was angry at Megumi for playing with his feelings, for constantly sending mixed signals that never led to any kind of honest conversation afterward.

But above all he was furious with himself.

Furious that he'd allowed his own idealistic, hopeless optimism to cloud his judgment. Furious that he'd even entertained the possibility that something could exist between him and Fushiguro.

And the worst part? He wasn't even sure he had the right to be angry at the athlete.

Megumi had openly admitted that relationships weren't something he wanted—that falling in love wasn't on his radar. So even if he had been flirting with Yuuji, even if he'd genuinely wanted him, Yuuji still had no right to act like some betrayed boyfriend.

Because if Fushiguro wanted anything from him, it probably would've been nothing more than something casual. One night or maybe several: long, sleepless nights spent tangled together, forgetting themselves in each other's bodies and touch. Kisses. Hugs. Lingering hands. Nothing beyond simple physical pleasure.

Of course Megumi had only been playing around. He'd never planned for anything serious from the very beginning. It wasn't his fault that Yuuji had let himself believe in something that had never existed in the first place.

His anger was understandable but it wasn't justified.

With a bitter taste lingering in his mouth, he climbed off the comfortable couch and quietly headed toward the athlete's bathroom. As he passed, he stole a glance toward Megumi's bedroom. The door remained closed, exactly as he'd left it a few hours earlier.

The moment he stepped inside the bathroom, his eyes met the mirror above the sink. He grimaced painfully upon realizing that the makeup Nobara had put on him the night before was still smeared across his eyelids. Turning on the faucet, he carefully began washing away the traces of black eyeliner surrounding his brown irises.

Despite his best efforts, he still looked like a panda that had spent the entire night crying—dark circles from exhaustion and dehydration sitting proudly beneath his eyes.

He merely waved the thought away, because there wasn't a single person he wanted to impress that morning. All he wanted was to gather enough strength to leave the athlete's perpetually spotless apartment as quickly as possible.

His footsteps carried him quietly toward the kitchen in search of anything caffeinated. A small part of him thought it was rude to rummage through someone else's cabinets and refrigerator, but considering the countless favors he'd done for Megumi over the past few weeks without ever complaining, making himself a cup of coffee hardly seemed like crossing a line.

If Fushiguro's hungover, he'll probably appreciate a fresh espresso too, he thought as he placed the long-forgotten moka pot onto the stove. The selfless thought made him snort cynically. It was honestly ridiculous that, even after everything, Megumi was still the first person he thought about.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, Itadori slowly sipped the still-scalding coffee while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, the familiar silence surrounding him, which didn't last for too long.

A bedroom door suddenly creaked open.

Fushiguro Megumi shuffled into the living room with hopelessly messy bed hair, tired features—and, much to Yuuji's surprise, comfortable loungewear instead of the perfectly put-together clothes he went to sleep in last night.

The captain froze the instant he looked up and spotted Itadori standing in his kitchen, pure confusion spread across his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep and genuine surprise, seemingly oblivious to how unfriendly the question sounded.

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My JJK fanfiction Captain, Off the Court just reached 4,000(!!!) hits! 🥳🥳🥳

Shoutout to the ItaFushi/FushiIta enjoyers 🫡 You guys are the best!

Extra thanks for the people who subscribed to this story - I love the fact that many of you love this fic this much!❤️

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It truly makes my day a hundred times better when I read a long ass comment under the newest chapter of my fic which contains a perfect analysis about one of my main characters.

*chef kiss*

But I also adore the genuine rage and fangirling that a new cliffhanger can cause.

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Captain, Off the Court

Chapter 11 - Definitely Not Jealous

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji × Fushiguro Megumi (JJK)

College AU

Rating: Mature (+17)

(General) Warnings: cursing, suggestive language,

AO3

“Yuuji, which one do you think I should wear?” Tsumiki asked, her curious eyes fixed on her best friend as she eagerly waited for his verdict.

For what felt like several long minutes, Itadori studied the two glitter-covered tops she held up, pouring every ounce of concentration into spotting the crucial difference Tsumiki had insisted existed between them.

Unfortunately, his sense of fashion failed him spectacularly.

To him, they were simply... sparkly.

It was December 31st, three in the afternoon. Originally, Tsumiki had only planned to stop by his apartment for lunch before heading home to get ready for that night's massive New Year's party. They were supposed to meet everyone at Okkotsu’s flat later, and Yuuji had been counting on having a few uninterrupted hours to mentally prepare—or, more accurately, suffer through at least three separate panic attacks at the thought of seeing Fushiguro again.

That plan had fallen apart the moment Tsumiki decided to call Kugisaki that morning.

Just a casual girl-to-girl phone call.

Somehow, that innocent conversation had snowballed into turning Itadori's living room into a full-fledged fashion show. Megumi's older sister arrived carrying what looked like half her wardrobe and proceeded to gracefully ignore the boy for the first forty minutes of her visit. Instead, she and Kugisaki transformed the apartment into a live-action Barbie dress-up session.

The worn out lemon-yellow couch had completely disappeared beneath an avalanche of cut-out tops, denim miniskirts, leather pants, several pairs of hot-pink Western boots, and an endless collection of glittering accessories. Trapped between two pairs of stilettos and a leather handbag, Yuuji could do nothing but stare in bewilderment as the two girls darted frantically around the relatively small apartment, apparently overwhelmed by having too many outfit choices.

“Sweetie, I honestly think they're both awful,” Kugisaki called from her bedroom, where she'd been rummaging through yet another pile of clothes. Her answer spared Itadori from having to voice an opinion on the tops—an opinion he didn’t have.

“Wait... really?” Tsumiki frowned, her disappointment immediately visible as she looked back and forth between the two glittery shirts—which, as far as Yuuji was concerned, were still completely identical.

“Try this instead.”

Nobara snatched both tops out of her hands before replacing them with a sleeveless turtleneck in a deep crimson red. Even from the boy's completely unqualified perspective, the fabric looked incredibly thin. Sandwiched between high heels and handbags on the couch, he still had to admit it somehow managed to look both comfortable and surprisingly... attractive.

“Wow,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Both girls turned toward him simultaneously.

“What?” Tsumiki asked, sounding a bit alarmed. “Is it too slutty?”

“That's literally the goal!” Kugisaki cut in before Yuuji could answer, her eyes sparkling as she practically shoved Tsumiki toward the bathroom. “If we pair it with a short black skirt and knee-high boots then you'll look absolutely killer.”

“I didn't realize we were reenacting Sex and the City and Tsumiki got cast as Carrie Bradshaw,” Itadori sighed, rubbing his forehead as Megumi's sister disappeared into the bathroom to change. His roommate responded with nothing more than an exaggerated eye roll.

“If you weren't so painfully clueless,” Nobara replied with complete condescension, “you'd know Tsumiki is much more of a Charlotte.”

“My sincerest apologies for desecrating your sacred television scripture,” the university student deadpanned as he slumped farther into the couch. At this point, all he wanted was for both women to find the perfect outfit and finally let him suffer in peace until it was time to leave for the party.

Before Kugisaki could launch into what was undoubtedly going to be a passionate lecture about the cultural significance and society-altering impact of the iconic early-2000s series, the bathroom door opened. Tsumiki stepped back into the living room wearing the crimson turtleneck Nobara had insisted on.

The top hugged her figure perfectly, its delicate fabric subtly outlining the silhouette of her bra beneath. Yet because it remained only faintly visible, the overall effect felt less provocative than effortlessly elegant—striking a balance between sophistication and quiet sensuality.

Yuuji's jaw actually dropped.

“Good God...” was all he managed to say, completely unable to tear his eyes away from his best friend.

“Look at that, even the closeted twink is speechless because of you!” Nobara clapped her hands together in satisfaction, winking encouragingly at Tsumiki. “I’m telling you, with the skirt and boots you’ll look even more lethal.”

“So… it’s not too much?” Tsumiki turned uncertainly toward Itadori, to which a warm smile immediately spread across his face.

“Nothing about you would ever be too much,” the pink-haired boy said as he slowly stood up, holding her gaze the entire time to emphasize his words. “You look amazing. So amazing, actually, your brother would probably beat me up if he knew you were getting dressed up in my living room.”

All three of them laughed at that, the atmosphere visibly easing the tension that had been clinging to Megumi’s sister until now. Unlike her usual self, Tsumiki wasn’t as relaxed or chatty as she normally was before parties or bigger gatherings. She kept twirling the ends of her long brown hair between her fingers and occasionally bit down on the corner of her lip.

Itadori, still in a lighthearted mood, decided to gently probe into her nervousness.

“So are you guys going to tell me who we’re dressing you up for, or is this a beauty pageant and nobody informed me?”

Tsumiki, standing there in the red turtleneck, smiled faintly—almost like she was about to giggle—but it was Kugisaki who answered in her usual flat, irritatingly monotone voice.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s for Ino.”

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I WANNA POST A CHAPTER TONIGHT PLEASE PRAY FOR ME AND MY SLEEPSCHEDULE

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I’ve been going through my google docs (I was looking for something for university), and I‘ve found and old one filled with drafts, character designs and a complete storyline for a Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction.

I remember I was obsessed with the game a year ago and I really wanted to write a rivals to lovers adult drama erotic story - and I haven’t given up on it! Though I‘m not sure how alive is the fandom and how popular are OC fem! character stories.

My main priority is definitely my ongoing JJK fanfic (Captain, Off the Court) but now I‘m in the mood again to dig up that old obsession from last year.

We‘ll see what the future brings

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I’m luckily coming out of my illness though I‘m still bedridden - therefore today I was already able to write some pages to my fic!

Which I didn’t even open since 21st June.

I feel embarrassed.

I‘m so sorry.

But I‘m getting back on business baby 💪🏻

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EXCUSE MEEEEE

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im so excited waiting for the next chapter!!! ik ill love it no matter how long it takes

Ahhhw thank you that is super sweet of you 🥹

To be honest I haven’t touched my google docs in days because I had a crazy week - had some uni assignments, went to some conferences, now i‘m sick and on my way to the hospital lmao

But hopefully slowly but steadily I‘ll bring the next chapter 🩷

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Me and my google docs are going strong

(i’ve spent 30 minutes to figure out this title lol)

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When I the next time we will be fed

The next chapter suppose to be relatively long so it will take me some time to finish it and post it.

Also i‘ll have exams soon, and I don’t really wanna fail any of my classes lol :,)

Sooo… if I don’t post the next chapter in let’s say 2 weeks then probably i‘ll only post it after 16th July 🥺

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Captain, Off the Court

Chapter 10 - A Secret for Christmas

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji × Fushiguro Megumi (JJK)

College AU

Rating: Mature (+17)

(General) Warnings: cursing, suggestive language,

AO3

Yuuji sat in silence on the subway as he made his way home in the early afternoon for Christmas. The indie rock playing through his headphones drowned out the low hum of the carriage around him, but it did nothing to quiet the tangled noise inside his own mind.

Christmas had never been a particularly big deal in his family. If everyone happened to be busy with studies or work, they simply didn’t gather for it and instead celebrated the New Year together. But ever since his brother’s fiancée had started working in Western Europe—where Christmas Eve was an important holiday—it had become more practical for everyone to meet on December 24th.

Yuuji’s university also scheduled its winter break around the holiday season, taking into account its large international student body, ensuring that all three days of Christmas fell within it.

A sharp winter wind hit his face as he stepped out of the subway station. He pulled his dark blue scarf tighter around his neck, covering part of his mouth and nose. In weather like this, he always thought about how Sendai would have been even colder, and since he struggled with the cold, he was grateful his family had moved to Tokyo during his elementary school years.

Still, he sometimes missed his hometown, even if he had spent less time there. The memory of that much smaller city warmed something in his chest whenever it surfaced: his grandfather’s old, slightly dilapidated house; the humid summers; wandering along the forest edges with Choso in search of frogs, because the boy had had a ridiculous obsession with animals in kindergarten.

Even though Yuuji didn’t know his parents, he had never felt like he lacked anything. He always thought of his childhood as something almost ideal—an age filled with laughter, innocent imagination, and quiet comfort. As an adult, he understood that none of it would have been possible without the devoted care of his older brother and grandfather.

A small smile crept onto his chapped lips as nostalgia washed over him. Lost in thought, he walked toward his grandfather’s house at an easy pace, enjoying the rare moment where his breath wasn’t entirely consumed by his unrequited feelings for Fushiguro.

The winter sun lit up his grandfather’s home as he finally spotted it after his long walk. The small, rather plain house—its exterior lacking any real personality—stood exactly as it had the last time he visited months ago, as if waiting for him with open arms. Passing through the iron gate framed by a stone fence, he followed the paved path and stopped in front of the freshly renovated front door, searching his pocket for his key.

“Yuuji, is that you?” came a deep, hoarse voice from inside as he managed to enter his childhood home.

While taking off his shoes, he pulled his wool scarf from his neck and answered.

“It’s me, Grandpa!”

As he walked further down the long hallway—lined with doors leading into different rooms—soft shuffling reached his ears from the left, coming from the kitchen. His grandfather, Itadori Wasuke, stepped out of the room, where comforting aromas drifted from inside. A worn grey apron covered in stains hung around his waist, and a stoic smile rested on his deeply wrinkled face.

Yuuji chuckled softly as he stepped forward and briefly hugged the short, slightly thin man.

“You’re late,” the old man said, raising his bushy white brows. His tone carried both scolding and familiar teasing.

“Late for what?” Yuuji blinked in confusion, checking the time on his watch. “I bet Choso and Yuki haven’t even left yet.”

“They’re busy working adults,” the man grumbled under his breath. “What’s your excuse?”

“I’m busy too.”

“Sure, sure,” Wasuke waved him off as if deliberately trying to annoy his grandson. “You sit in front of a computer all day pressing the same three keys for hours.”

“I really appreciate how supportive you are of my future, Grandpa,” Yuuji said, rolling his eyes as he tried to ignore the dry remark.

He leaned slightly around his grandfather and peeked into the small, old-fashioned kitchen, where preparations for the Christmas Eve dinner were already well underway. For Wasuke, it had become a tradition: roast duck marinated with apples, served with vegetables and some kind of potato dish he had seen on a cooking show the previous week.

Itadori Wasuke was a healthy, surprisingly fit retiree for his age, whose main hobbies consisted of cooking and relentlessly bullying his grandson.

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When will the chapter be updated tho (I'm definitely not checking my email every second definitely not)

don‘t play with my trauma that was caused by the commission artist community 💀

Lol

I‘ll be posting the new chapter during this week, definitely not before Wednesday tho, so you can give your emails some rest haha

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new reaction image just dropped

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I’M DONE WITH MY STUPID ASSIGNMENT THAT MEANS: WRITING TIIIIIME

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I‘m honestly tweaking because of some ridiculously boring uni assignments.

So to ease my mental breakdown I tried to continue the storyline of my fanfic Captain, Off the Court.

I still don’t have an ending lol.

BUT!

For sure it‘ll have at least 22 chapters.

So yeey 🥳