satoru as a live model for your art class (which he only agreed to as a favour to suguru) that you can’t stop drawing and end up developing a crush on. his anatomy is every artists wet dream, the sculpture of his muscles, those blue eyes under pale lashes, the cocky lilt to his lips that shows a hint of sharp canines. thick thighs and a refined jaw, hands that you constantly day dream about.
he’s your new muse, sketching him after class is over, tucked away at home drawing the man that’s made you wet without even breathing a word to you because you always sit further away, too shy to actually strike up a conversation with him. one day when you’re packing up, you accidentally drop your sketchbook and he moves to help pick it up but finds sketches of himself half naked, in rumpled sheets, thick thighs spread.
“huh so that’s what was on your mind when you were hidin’ back there,” he mutters as he grins, that cocky lilt that makes your stomach tangle into knots, looking at you from under his pale lashes. “not really that shy after all huh?”
Satoru-always-hard-gojo who swears it's all your fault and that he's under your evil witch spell.
It's always "Gimme a minute baby." before leaving the car because apparently your thighs look too good when sitting. Even if they're covered, because he just knows what's underneath.
Sending a wack ass selfie doing the groceries? He's answering with a bulge pic.
Picking you up for a date? Blood teleports south just off your face, and when he dares to check your outfit? He has to squeeze it to find some release.
Always needs a break before walking out of the restaurant because your mouth is all glossy in the same way it gets when you suck him off. (In his own words)
Happy wife, happy life. Happy wife, horny husband.
ꪆৎ super model!satoru, who is the newest rising star due to his good looks and charming personality, making all his fans fall to their knees at a simple cocky smirk sent their way.
he’s so private about his personal and love life, smiling before ignoring the interviewer question and instead talk about his latest shoot.
there’s multiple rumors of him dating a fellow coworkers, although nothing is proved, he’s never alone with anyone except his pretty assistant. it’s the classic relationship between an extremely energetic man and you, his assistant who desperately tries to avoid him any sort of misunderstanding in the media.
or at least that’s what it looks for everyone, unaware of the wet slapping sounds in the company janitor closet where Satoru fucks your brains out, holding onto your hips for better leverage as to fill you in deeper, harder, just how you desperately beg for every single night.
Satoru likes to ask everyone what they first thought of him.
Most say the same thing. Nanami says, 'An annoyance' and Shoko mutely responds with a 'pain in the ass', but Satoru knows they love him in their own way. Everyone else says 'the strongest'.
When he asks you, the strangest thing happens.
Your words die in your mouth, and you look away. You start babbling words he can't understand, and he feels his lips curl into a smile as he leans in even closer.
"I thought you were cool," you finally say.
"Uh-huh." he grins as you continue to avoid his gaze. "Liar."
"I did!" You brush him off.
"You definitely thought of something else." He taps a hand on his chin. "Was it naughty?"
You shake your head aggressively, eager to change the subject, and now he wants to know even more.
He gets his answer months later, when you're drunk and slumped across his shoulder. This time, when he asks, you're a lot less dogged.
"You can't tell him I said this, okay?" Your voice slurs as you continue to lean into him. "You can't tell Satoru. It's a secret." You clumsily push your finger to your lips, loudly shushing in his ear.
"I promise I won't," Satoru assures you as he lets you cling onto him, eager to claim his prize after waiting for so long.
"It's so mean, it's just one of those...intrusive thoughts, but I always wondered how inbred he is."
He blinks. What?
"I mean, he's gotta be right?" You continue, oblivious to the frozen man. "I bet the Gojo clan was all about 'keeping it in the family' or whatever. It's not like I'm blaming him, but you really gotta' wonder."
"You think...he looks....inbred." He repeats your words with a flat tone.
"I mean, not in a bad way." Is there a good way? "He looks like he'd fit right in with the Targeryens, and those guys are so beautiful even though they're only into their sisters and cousins. Wait, do I like inbred-looking men?" You cut yourself off with a drunken laugh.
You reach for your cup. Satoru stops you.
"I'm taking you home." He tells you flatly. You whine and complain as he drags you out of the bar.
When you're dropped off at home and asleep underneath blankets, Satoru sits right outside your apartment. His hands grip the steering wheel as he replays your words over and over again.
Well, you did say you liked men who looked inbred, he thinks as he fiddles with his fingers.
syn. during one of your sleepovers with your dear boyfriend, he decides that… you make the perfect chew toy ..?
w.c: 969
tokyo is surprisingly quiet. it’s the dead of night, so yeah, it’s quieter than daytime… but it’s really quiet tonight. the distant city traffic has died down, jujutsu high isn’t crawling with it’s usual chaos— it’s peaceful. serene.
you’re lying on your bed, legs entangled with yuuji’s as you scroll mindlessly through your phone. it’s not very often that you two get alone time— due to missions and training— so you’re both staying awake to make the most of it. yuuji lies next to you, his eyes glued to a new comic book he bought. occasionally, he’ll tap your shoulder to show you a cool panel, but for the most part he’s minding his business.
that is… until you hear the sound of the comic book shutting. then, a beefy arm reaches over you to toss it onto the nightstand.
“you goin’ to bed?” you mumble, lifting your head from the pillow. his arm settles around your waist, and he hums, shaking his head.
“nah,” he presses a light kiss to the back of your neck, pulling your back to his chest. then, he rests his chin on your shoulder, nodding at your phone, “wanna watch with you.”
“m’kay,” you smile, relaxing back into both his arms and the pillows. you turn your brightness up and angle your phone so the both of you can watch. after a few scrolls, you feel yuuji’s lips press faint, tickling kisses along your shoulders and neck. you don’t think much of it. why should you? he’s a naturally touchy person— he’s always finding ways to have you two touching. holding hands? always. hugs? dude, all the time! kisses? whenever you allow. he’s always coming up with new ways to keep you two connected, like walking around with his hands in your pockets, or by…
well, maybe you should’ve thought more of it.
“yuuji!” you yelp, jerking away from him. he pulls back, honey-brown eyes flickering between your shoulder, where there’s tooth indents, and your confused face.
“huh?” he asks, blinking at you. he shifts, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head at you like a god damn puppy.
“what do you mean ‘huh’?” you gesture to your shoulder, “why are you biting me?”
he blinks at you, then looks off to the side, rubbing his chin. he lets out an exaggerated ‘hmm’ before looking back at you and shrugging, a smile growing on his face. you immediately spot the culprit, his way too sharp, way too big canines. you narrow your eyes at him, and his smile grows even bigger.
“you were just.. right there! how could i not?” your eyes narrow even more and he takes that as a sign to continue, “you know! wolves bite each other as a sign of affection. gojo told me that.”
“what does gojo know about wolves?” you retort. in what world is gojo a reliable person for information other than like… oddly deep romantic stuff and jujutsu?
“that they bite each other to show love.” yuuji says simply. you sigh and pinch your nose.
“okay, baby?” you hum sweetly. his eyes literally glow at the name and he nods his head. “i love you. you love me. we know that, it’s been established.” he nods, following along with what you’re saying. his smile keeps growing and growing as you speak, “you are the light of my life and i don’t know what i’d do without you— but we are not wolves.” his smile falters, “so do not bite me.” and then the smile drops completely.
“but—“
“no.”
“y/n,” he whines, pulling you back to him. he huffs, curling his body around yours. he blinks up at you through his lashes, big eyes all watery and— your heart pangs at the sight… but you have to stay strong.
“no.”
“…fine.” he mumbles, lower lip jutting out in a pout. you smile, reaching up to ruffle his pink hair.
“thank you,” you press a kiss to his forehead and then shift so you’re back in your original position. your back to his chest, his arms around your waist, and one of your hands tangled in his hair as you scroll through tiktok. you sit like that for a long time, blissfully ignoring the little huffs of negligence yuuji lets out. it doesn’t take long for both of your eyes to grow tired.
the clock hits 1:00 am when you decide to call it a night. you plug your phone in and set it down, ignoring the whine yuuji lets out as you break away from his grip to go brush your teeth. when you return to the bed, yuuji’s got his arms spread wide open and you happily collapse into them.
his hands quickly find themselves into your hair as you bury your nose into his neck, breathing him in. he pulls the covers up high and smooths one hand down your back. then, he runs his fingers down your arm, stopping once his hand reaches your palm. he spreads your fingers apart carefully, then slides his hand into yours, humming happily.
the rhythmic thumping of his heart guides you to sleep quickly, and it’s hardly five minutes before your brain is completely mush and sleepy. you think he’s already asleep, with the way his chest rises and falls in heavy breaths. but.. of course, you’re wrong.
his hand lifts yours slowly, you barely even register it— actually, you don’t register it at all— until you feel something sharp press against the knuckle of your index finger. then a second sharp object presses against it, and you feel a rush of warm air against your skin. it’s almost like…
“yuuji itadori, get my finger out of your mouth right—“
“babe!” he groans, nibbling gently on your finger.
god, this new fixation’ll be difficult.
a/n: hi first time writing fanfic since like 2020 kinda nervous..
credit to owners for dividers ! (i forgot who i got them from, i saved them a while ago im srry..)
gojo had been halfway through explaining something that yuta had stopped listening to ten minutes ago. not because he didn’t care, but because whenever gojo started talking about paperwork his brain usually wandered somewhere far away. unfortunately for him, today that somewhere happened to be standing at the other end of the courtyard.
“i already finished the assignment” yuta mumbled, eyes darting around in boredom of this conversation he got stuck in.
“ahh you did. two weeks early too such a talented boy..—“ gojos praise faded into the background as the air noticeably shifted. for yuta atleast.
his so dull grey eyes widened ever so slightly into this more attentive gaze, pupils beginning to dilate at the sight infront of him. before he could even process it his lips melted into a warm smile with the ease of sunlight slipping through an open window, purely from your presence infront of him.
one moment he had been standing there listening to gojo complain and the next he looked like someone had reached into his chest and lit every lantern they could find.
satorus lips sealed into a thin lin, analysing the way yutas body language shifted completely from you standing infront of him, the man had to fight the urge to smirk to himself too knowing of the feeling the young boy had in his chest right now.
“hey.” your voice filled the silence, warm and soft whilst your vision drained in the sight of the boy infront of you.
“hi.” his reply was so quick, he could feel his heart thumping against his chest and his mouth began to dry, you smiled in response to the noticeable shift.
“your hair looks nice today.” you hummed with a tilt of the head, fingers interlocked infront of you. but your eyes were casted on his so deeply he swore you could tell exactly what he was thinking in the moment, maybe that’s why his cheeks began to heat up.
“oh— really? i didnt uh do anything with it today.. just the normal stuff.” his voice didn’t seem nervous, he just seemed very talkative. odd.
“well maybe that’s why it looks so good.” you replied with a smile watching his own form at your words. “well anyways i gotta go my shift starts soon.. bye yu!”
your voice was like a warm rythm in the distance that flowed through the air whilst your back turned and his eyes were strung on your figure that was walking into the distance.
“yeah bye yu..” he looked drunk off the interaction, smiling like a dork with a very smug satoru standing next to him clocking the boy repeating the nickname back to himself completely head over heels. ahh young love.
“that’s crazy.”
yuta blinked, snapped from his dragged out dreams that revolved around you.
“what?”
“nothing.”
gojo nodded thoughtfully
“just wondering if i should start looking at wedding venues now or later.”
tagging people in this but idk if my taglist peeps fw jjk or nah so lmk if u just wanna be on mha or what the haps is
bsf!yuji, who’s always so touchy with you—constantly clinging to you like a second skin, his big arms always wrapped around your waist, his cheek always pressed against yours, always hovering close to you whenever he can, ‘it’s what friends do!’ is all he says before pressed his lips at the crook of your neck slowly sniffing your perfume while tightening his grip around your body.
bsf!yuji, who always gets so jealous when you go on dates, constantly pouting when you get home with hickeys hidden under your shirt, staring at you like you did something criminal, still pressing his lips to the hickeys, all but fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your skin, marking you as his.
bsf!yuji, who doesn’t understand why would need anybody else’s help when he’s right there—willing to do absolutely anything for you, picking you up with flowers after shitty dates, taking you out on late night snack runs when you’re in on your head studying for your stupid exams, cuddling you to sleep during thunderstorms, your face smushed into his muscular chest, drowning out the noises outside while you drift away to sleep.
bsf!yuji, who doesn’t exactly understand why his heart beats faster when he’s around you—you’re just friends! buddies! platonic soulmates! or so he says, but he can’t ignore the way his chest tightens whenever you mention somebody you’re talking to, already trying to find ways to critique them and about how none of them are any good for you.
bsf!yuji, who kisses you for ‘practice’. it’s what friends do, right? he needs to know what he’s doing when he kisses someone! his hands are already planted around your waist while you straddle his lap, his soft moans spilling onto your lips while you slide your tongue against his lips, his hands moving closer and closer to your chest while his lips stay planted on yours.
bsf!yuji, who starts kissing you like it’s second nature—the two of you are used to it, after all! it’s completely platonic, or so he says. and your lips are just so soft and warm and fit so perfectly against his, he just can’t help it :c
bsf!yuji, who always shows up dishevelled, hair sticking up at awkward angles when he can’t fall asleep—flopping on your bed and sniffing your sheets, flipping over and pawing the air so he can cuddle you to sleep.
bsf!yuji, who massages your stomach when your period cramps start getting to you, his palms warm while he applies a consistent pressure to your stomach while you try not to curl in on yourself.
bsf!yuji, who’s always at your every beck and call—you could call him at the dead of night, and he’d be dressed and ready to show up at your place. need food? say less, he’s driving to the convenience store, stocking up on snacks, showing up at your door, the two of you sitting on the floor, twilight playing in the background while you stuffed your face with shitty ramen and chips.
bsf!yuji, who cant bring himself to accept that he’s fallen in love with you. wholly and utterly down bad, and boy, he’d do anything to call you his, his girl but he’s petrified that you’d say no—that you’re better off as friends when he knows you guys could be so much better as something more.
i love him :3
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special grade socerer yuji itadori is tasked to excorcise you- but he finds himself defying orders trying to save you instead
warnings ⋆.˚ modulo-ish au, sorcerer!yuji, cursed!reader, gn!reader (they/them are used sparingly for narrative purposes though i was trying my best to avoid prns all together), yuta and tsurugi (he's kinda oc for the plot ngl) are side characters, family abandonment issues, mild depictions of violence, descriptions of anxiety/depression, mentions and mild depictions of death, fluff, slight teacher!yuji, he's such a sweet boy ugh my heart, a bit suggestive, tension and yearning, slowburnish, angst, the confession makes me want to sob its so beautiful, pet names (baby), ending is tragically romantic
wc ⋆.˚ 7.9k
a/n ⋆.˚ i worked SO fucking hard on this, i am so proud of how it turned out and i genuinely think its one of my best works to date so please show some love 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 song inspo: 'give you everything' by wearethegood
gojo headquarters feels as cold as it always does when yuji walks into yuta’s office at 4 pm wednesday evening. he’s hyperfocused on his laptop, and yuji watches the reflection of what looks to be a game of solitaire in his glasses’ lenses.
finally, yuta takes notice of his colleague and friend. “ah. hey, yuji,” he smiles, minimizing the tab to give him his full attention, “thank you for stopping by.”
yuji returns the friendly smile, but his chest hurts. he’s exhausted. the curses have been running rampant more than usual lately, and unfortunately, given his grade, he’s the go-to sorcerer to clean things up.
“where is it?” yuji asks, already knowing what is about to be requested of him.
yuta’s expression is apologetic. he hates doing this. but, yuji is the only special grade sorcerer left that can handle the tasks now that yuta is elderly and becoming sickly, and the rest are dead. “there’s a special grade curse in the outskirts of katsushika. it was last sighted on the shore of edo river.”
yuji simply nods before seeing himself out of the office.
the sky grew darker whilst his was inside of the building, the short days of winter quickly making themselves known as the november air turns crisper. he pulls his bomber jacket tighter around his body as he swiftly shifts through the foot traffic and train rides, arriving in the neighbourhood of katsushika within an hour.
to the average person, it would simply seem like a quieter night with the inhabitants opting to stay inside. but to him, as a sorcerer, he can see the dark energy emanate from every corner of the streets, and it’s especially concentrated towards the riverbank just as yuta had alluded to.
yuji readies himself as he makes his way there, having to stealthily exercise a few low grade curses in the process. when he finally arrives at the black mist, he nearly passes out. the smell is overwhelming, and he can barely see a thing.
“christ,” he mutters, pulling his face mask out of his pocket and placing it over his nose and mouth.
he moves silently, eyes searching hastily for the heart of the cursed energy. his breath stutters for a moment when they land on a curled-up body lying on the gravel a few feet away. somehow, even from as far of a distance as he’s standing from it, he can see their tears. and the wails, god the wails, break his heart; they’re so full of pain and turmoil that he hesitates to take another step forward.
but you notice him, and you shriek, the black mist swirling violently around you as your anxiety rises. your emotions affect your abilities, you know this much. but that’s all you know about it. your parents abandoned you at the age of ten, leaving you to fend for yourself as a mere child. survival for you consisted of hiding in bushes to protect yourself from potentially dangerous humans and natural conditions. you never learned what was wrong with you nor how to control it, no one was around to teach you. as you grew older, you picked up bits and pieces of understanding from meeting other curses, yet still, many things remained unknown.
“w–who are you?” you shudder, eyes wide as you stare at the man before you. he looks kind, but then your eyes drop to the pistol in his hand, and your heart breaks. you thought maybe, just maybe, he was someone coming to save you. “ha,” you huff out a weak laugh, “are you here to kill me?”
yuji swallows. his hands are shaking around the trigger. “yes.”
he senses it. he knows that you’re not like other special grades, that your moral compass is sound. your energy draws him in like a moth to a flame, because he was once like you– burdened with abilities he had to learn to control before he destroyed everything.
but orders are orders, and he doesn’t know if you’re capable of reacting the same way he did when he was once in your shoes. he points the barrel at you as he dares to take another step forward, your heart racing from the click of the safety being switched off.
three more steps.
one more.
the metal rests tautly against your forehead, and you don’t dare to move an inch. he can hear your shaky breaths and see the red of your eyes from crying; he thinks that if he closes his eyes while he takes your life, it will make things easier for him to complete the job.
but then you whimper, and his heart completely shatters in that moment. he looks at you, body shaking not from the cold, but from fear, slowly lowering the gun to point it back towards the ground. you don’t know what to do, what to say. is he… sparing you?
“w–what are–”
bang.
the piercing clang of the bullet indents the earth and you scream from the sudden loudness of it all. you’re just staring back at him, confused yet grateful.
“i have to make it convincing,” yuji states, clicking the safety on once again before putting the pistol away. “the bullets are made of highly lethal cursed energy. i only had one left.” you just blink at him, still trying to process what had happened. “they know my aim is impeccable,” he continues, “so if they think i shot it, whatever happens next will be seen as beyond myself rather than failure as a sorcerer. they trust me.” he pulls the mask down, revealing his face.
“why,” you croak, shuddering as he kneels down to your level, “why are you letting me go?”
“because,” there it is again, the look from earlier that convinced you he is a kind person, “i know that you don’t mean to hurt anyone.” his words rest comfortingly in your chest, and you see that the black mist begins to dissipate. he notices, too. “what’s your name?”
“y/n,”
“how old are you?”
“i don’t know,” you try to think, “somewhere between twenty five and three hundred at this point.”
he frowns. “and you’ve been roaming around on your own since you were a child?”
your mouth drops open in shock. “how did you know?”
“i just do.” truthfully, he wasn’t sure himself, how he knew that you’d struggled since you were so young. it came to him almost as if it were a message from the gods. “something just… told me, i guess?”
you laugh, and he’s a bit startled as the now translucent grey mist dances with your joy. he truly finds it fascinating how your cursed technique changes along with your emotions and moods. “are you a god?” you tease.
“i suppose sorcerers are something like that, aren’t we? do you know what a sorcerer is?”
you nod. “i’ve learned a number of things over the years from other cursed spirits i’ve met, but i still lack a lot of knowledge.”
“i can teach you,” yuji offers, sending you a kind smile, “there’s a lot i don’t know, too, but i know what is necessary.”
“how?” you question. “i can’t leave this place. i’m afraid if i do, i’ll accidently destroy all of tokyo… maybe even beyond that.”
“then, i’ll come to you,” he says, “when i can, i’ll come here in the evenings and help you.”
“you’d really do that?” your eyes are glassy and he feels a pang in his chest.
“i would,” he smiles again, “let’s figure you out together, okay?”
“yuji,” yuta’s voice is stoic and harsh as he walks into the training room. yuji backs away from the punching bag and turns to his friend and supervisor. “that curse you exorcised the other week… did it actually die?”
yuji’s brows furrow. of course, he knows the truth, but he can’t say that. “i thought so,” thankfully he’s good at lying. it’s a skill he picked up over the years for protective measures, but he only uses it when necessary. your situation he deemed as such, “why, what happened?”
“all of katsushika was destroyed last night,” yuta says. yuji’s heart stops. all he can picture is the inhabitants screaming in terror whilst you cry and beg yourself to stop. “houses have been ripped apart, blood is painting the streets… it looks like our job here is far from finished. we need to destroy that curse.”
yuji doesn’t know what to say. he just tries to breathe, slowly nodding. yuta takes his leave shortly after.
that evening, yuji looks for you instead of going straight home after work to take a hot shower and sleep like he knows he should. he’s scared for you and his heart burns with sorrow for those you’ve harmed.
he feels sick. seeing everything that yuta described right in front of his very eyes makes him feel faint, weak. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but this time, it feels different.
“y/n!” he grits his teeth, yelling your name as he runs towards the river. the mist is thicker and darker than before, and there’s an agonizing, demonic groan originating from deep within. “fuck, where are you?!” he’s suffocating as he trips over an object he can’t define, squinting his eyes and trying to locate your shadow in the center of the storm.
“y–yuji,” you choke. he hears you call him, but it’s distorted and ominous. he isn’t scared of you, though. his concern rests in if he can get you to safety or not. he knows full well yuta is gathering up a group of sorcerers with the intent to contain then kill you. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you repeat like a prayer, legs curled up against your chest as you rock back and forth. you can see him, but he can’t see you. you desperately want to reach out and grab his hand.
“tell me where you are,” he coughs, crawling forward, “i need you to lead me.”
you hesitate, but do respond to him. “just a little further and you’ll reach me.” his hand finally brushes against the sole of your boot a few moments later. “here i am.”
the mist begins to calm once again, and yuji lets out a dramatic exhale both from finally finding you and being able to breathe normally again.
he feels happy to see you, but worry swells in his chest when he notices how destroyed you look. you're pale as a ghost, brittle and quivering. your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, too. he knows why, how could he not? you just massacred an entire neighborhood without even knowing how.
“what happened?” he asks calmly, sitting down beside you. he rests his hand comfortingly on your thigh and you sniffle.
“i– i don’t know. i was sleeping and had a nightmare, the next thing i know i’m awake and seeing everything around me set ablaze and people screaming on the streets.” you lift your palms up to him, the ones he couldn’t make out in the dark mist earlier. they’re covered in soot, almost like they’d been burnt to a crisp, but no wound is present. you look so afraid. “i did this, yuji… i killed all of those innocent people in my sleep. i can’t–,” you choke out a sob, and his grip tightens on you, “i can’t live like this. i never asked for these abilities. i never meant to… fuck,” you hiss, pulling at your hair aggressively. yuji’s free hand reaches up to grab your wrists and stop you, and though you’re crying uncontrollably, you manage to calm a little from more of his touch. “you should have killed me,” you grit, looking at him with eyes full of both truth and sorrow, “you should have left the gun pressed to my head pulled the fucking trigger.”
“no,” he asserts, looking you dead in the eye with determination. “i trust my instincts that you’re not a bad person. you deserve a chance.”
“but, yuji!” you yell, and he jumps, surprised by your raised voice, “i killed them! they’re dead! these beautiful people are dead because of me!”
yuji doesn’t know how to prove his point to you past the fact that he’s experienced the same thing. when sukuna was finally released from his body all those years ago, he felt the same remorse and pain that you are now, but he eventually learned that it wasn’t his fault. it never was. and you, though he has no knowledge of where your abilities come from, yuji’s convinced they aren’t innate.
he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against his chest. you’re taken back at first, but soon allow yourself to sob in his arms as you return the hug, hot tears soaking through his sweater as your shaking fingers curl into the wool. he just sits there, hands cupping the back of your head as he tries to soothe you, tries to calm your restless heart. his fingers running through your hair has a quicker effect on you than you realize.
the black mist warps abstractly from your rollercoaster of emotions, but it eventually settles into the translucent, baseline grey as your pulse steadies.
yuji doesn't expect to see tsurugi, yuta’s grandson, standing there when his surroundings become visible again. their eyes widen once they take notice of each other, and though yuji’s panicking, he squeezes you tighter rather than push you away.
“yuji… what is the meaning of this?” tsurugi furrows his brows in confusion. “why are you holding that curse?”
“their name is y/n,” yuji shocks himself with his hostile outburst. tsurugi doesn’t know the truth, he’s just doing his job.
“it has a name?”
“don’t call y/n ‘it’!” tsurugi winces, stepping back slightly from the fellow sorcerer, “and they’re not a curse!”
“but the energy… it’s the most powerful i’ve seen in a while–”
“y/n needs help, not death!”
tsurugi doesn’t know what to say, but something tells him that yuji’s reasons are valid.
he sighs, kneeling down in front of your two huddled bodies. “my grandfather won’t be happy about this.”
“then you better keep your mouth fucking shut.”
tsurugi laughs. seeing yuji angry like this was always entertaining, because he rarely acted out as such. “y/n can’t stay here,” he says, “we need a secure location, both for their sake and the city’s.”
yuji’s apartment is small, but can comfortably occupy two people.
“are you sure about this?” you ask hesitantly, twiddling your thumbs in the doorway.
he sends you a soft smile and nods. “i’m sure. plus, you’ll be safe here. the property is infused with cursed energy that cancels out abilities. nothing can hurt you and vice versa as long as you stay within the complex’s boundaries. none of my colleagues are allowed to stop by unannounced, either, and there’s no way for them to sense your presence.”
“that… sounds ironic,” you chuckle, “a curse that erases curses, yet itself stays visible,” tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. yuji watches your movements, remembering what your pretty locks felt like beneath his fingertips when he held you earlier. his stomach flips.
“cursed energy and the entire power system has a funny way of working,” he hums, “it’ll make more sense as we move further along in your studies.”
he heats up a pot of tea and prepares a quick egg fried rice while you shower and become more accustomed to your new living situation. yuji nearly drops the scorching pan onto his foot when you step out of the bathroom with your hair up in a messy bun and sporting the oversized tshirt he lent you. he’s never asking for it back now. fuck.
he shakes his head briefly in an attempt to clear his head, finishing up serving the rice into a set of blue, floral ceramic bowls. he joins you in the couch shortly after, placing the tray with your food and drinks on the coffee table in front of you. “eat up,” he smiles, “i’m actually a pretty damn good cook.”
your heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. this is the first time you’ve ever been shown any amount of care, and your head is spinning. it’s hard to trust, though. you think yuji is a good person whom truly wants to help you, yet at the same time, how could you fully believe that when your whole life all you’ve ever been shown is the opposite?
yuji notices your hesitation. he never pushes, always keeping a certain amount of distance that allows you to feel safe and come to a conclusion in your own time. he chats with you casually, which confuses you slightly. is he your elder? or are you his? you’re not even sure if this is your first life or not. but here you are, presently in your twenties, trying to navigate whatever the hell this is. whatever you are.
“i’m sure you wonder why i believe you’re a good person after what you’ve done,” yuji starts slowly, setting his empty bowl back onto the tray before lifting the mug of tepid tea up to his lips. he doesn’t mean any harm by the statement, and you know that, though the brutal honesty stings a little.
“yeah,” you respond, voice small, “i do.”
“it’s because i was like you once.” your eyes shoot wide open as you whip your head to look straight at him. he chuckles and he sips his tea. “you seem surprised,” he smiles with a hint of playfulness. he continues. “when i was in high school, my body was possessed by the king of curses. ryomen sukuna, ever heard of him?”
you nod slowly. “i’ve heard that name before.”
“he’s sealed away in a very secure place now. no one has even dared to search again after what happened back then.” the bottom of his mug taps the coaster, “at first he had little control over me, but once the cursed energy increased in power, i lost to him almost entirely.” he looks at you and his expression is warm. “i don’t think you are a curse, i think somewhere in your lifetime a curse possessed you.”
you want to believe him. you really do. “how can you be so sure?”
“because if you were really a malevolent being, i don’t think you would be crying your heart out over humans that are dead because of you.”
his words hit you hard in the chest, and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to let them settle.
you try to believe this isn’t who you are. you are not bad. none if this is your fault.
but you don’t know.
you fall asleep shortly after, belly fed and body full of warmth as your head falls onto yuji’s shoulder. he smiles to himself, choosing to stay seated for a while so as to not disturb you. once he starts to feel himself becoming tired, he gently lifts you into his arms and takes you to his bedroom, carefully tucking you into the sheets.
“yuji,” your voice is quiet, but for once, it doesn’t sound terrified.
his hand pauses on the doorknob on his way out as he slowly turns back to face you again. “yeah?” he asks softly.
“thank you,” you hum, exhausted as you begin to slip away into slumber again, “i owe you everything.”
he releases a faint laugh. he’s not sure if it’s because you sound so cute when you’re sleepy, or out of ridiculousness that you assumed you owed him anything. maybe both. he is just doing what he feels is right.
“you owe me nothing,” he hums quietly, “just stay alive for me, okay?”
“okay,” you squeak, exhaling softly. “stay with me tonight?”
his heart clenches and his lips part. “what?”
“i want you to stay with me,” you repeat, a bit louder, “you are planning to sleep on the couch, right? i’m sure it’s too small for you. and this is your home, you shouldn’t have to give up your bed for me. you’re already doing more than enough by allowing me to stay here.”
he’s afraid to move, afraid to speak. he wants to say yes, but isn’t sure if he should. he is a man of high self-control, but still. he finds you beautiful. he’s already admitted that much to himself. the last thing he wants to do is make things more complicated and uncomfortable. he’s here to protect and help you, neither of which warrant romantic involvement.
“please.”
your sweet, raspy voice begs him and he can’t refuse. “sure,” he replies, pulse achieving dangerously high levels.
he maintains a gap of space between your bodies as he lay on his back beside you; he’s unsure if he’ll sleep even a wink, especially when you roll over with the cutest whine sneaking past your lips and your arm lands across his stomach. he freezes.
“you’re so warm, yu… ji…”
yeah, he definitely isn’t sleeping at all.
things begin to settle into place after that night. yuji’s home starts to feel like yours, too, and you’re managing to grasp everything that he’s teaching you on a regular basis.
“i know i can’t help you with any real combat training right now,” yuji says apologetically, “but hopefully the concepts and discussion points are enough to suffice for the time being.”
you nod, biting your lip as you stay curled on the couch hugging a pillow. “everything you’re teaching me is extremely helpful, yuji. thank you.”
he smiles wider than he means to. it’s just, with your dynamic for the past few months, he’s having a hard time hiding how he feels. he loves having you around. your company has brought a flicker of light back into his monotonous, gruesome life.
you keep it to yourself, but you feel the same way. yuji is the first person to treat you as an equal, and kindly at that. he cares about you so much and it never goes unnoticed. whilst you choose to regularly say ‘thank you’, oftentimes you want to say ‘i love you’ instead.
but you don't, because part of you believes that once this is all over, once you’ve learned to control your abilities and have figured out who exactly you are, you’ll part ways and he’ll just become someone you once knew that helped you through a difficult time in life.
yuji isn’t thinking that way at all. in fact, he’s working hard behind-the-scenes to figure things out so you can stick around– preferably with him– and live freely without being cursed.
“i have to get to work,” he thrums, “but there’s leftover rice porridge in the fridge for breakfast. a few eggs, too, if you prefer that.” he slips on his coat, “pizza is in the freezer, onigiri in the crisper. help yourself to anything, as usual.”
“thank you,” you grin, standing up to join him by the front door. he tilts his head at you curiously, because you’ve never done this before. normally, you stay seated on the couch and just bid him goodbye from there. this time, however, your body moves on its own. your arms wrap around his waist suddenly, and his sharp inhale of breath is quiet enough that you don’t quite catch it. “stay safe out there, and don’t catch a cold.”
he wants to kiss you and call off work so he can just love on you all day. but he can’t and he hates it. “i will,” he swallows hard, reluctantly enclosing around you.
the apartment feels too big when yuji’s gone. it’s practically an expanded studio in terms of size, but it seems like a mansion with countless rooms when he’s not occupying the space with you.
it’s lonely, too. you know it’s for your own good, and to keep others safe. but still, you feel restless. you haven’t stepped beyond the complex in months, because once you cross over that barrier, all hell has the capacity to break loose.
yuji notices you’re quieter than usual when he comes home that evening, immediately frowning upon seeing you preparing boxed ramen at the stove.
“what happened?”
you both love and hate that he’s so observant. “nothing,” you say. you’re not lying. nothing ever happens since you’re basically quarantined for the foreseeable future, secluded within the tiny walls that feel like they start to swallow you up at times. sometimes you manage to take a walk outdoors within the boundaries, but it’s not enough. “i just– i just want to be able to go outside without worrying.”
yuji’s stomach sinks as he removes his jacket and shoes, sliding into his slippers before shuffling towards you. he stands behind you and places his broad palms comfortingly on your shoulders. your heart leaps from the touch.
“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i know this isn’t ideal right now. i’m just afraid if you leave, they’ll find you and–”
“i know,” you switch off the burner and sigh, turning to face him with a sad smile, “you don't have to explain. i know i have every right to walk out of here and risk my life, you’re not keeping me here unwillingly and you've never made me feel that way. you’ve never forced me.” he feels a bit relieved. “i know damn well the minute i step past the barrier, i’m fucked. anything could happen. i’m scared of that. at the same time, i’m going crazy in this space. it’s beautiful, it’s warm– fuck, i’ve never had a real home up until now– but i’ve also never been nauseous from the sight of white paint and now it’s all i ever feel lately.”
yuji feels awful. all this time, he never knew how you felt. he was so scared of what would happen to you that he believed his only option was to have you stay with him, somewhere he knew you wouldn’t be harmed. you’re right, he’s never forced you to stay, never said anything in order manipulate you into doing so. you could leave at any moment.
his fear clings onto his chest like stubborn glue and all he can do in that moment is hold you tight. you sink into him without hesitance, squeezing your arms firmly around his body. you feel a tear land on your exposed shoulder.
“i’m sorry,” yuji croaks, fingers curling hopelessly into the material of your shirt, “i’m so sorry you’re unhappy. i never wanted you to feel that way again.”
“it’s not your fault,” you assure him, nails running comfortingly up and down his back, “it’s the world’s for being so cruel.”
he leans back enough to look at you, following your thumbs until they land on his cheekbones to wipe away his tears. he sniffles, and he can’t stop staring into your eyes– they’re so pretty and bright, despite you sharing you’re feeling so empty. your gaze catches his, and in that moment, time stops. the ramen has been long forgotten, and his face sears beneath your hands.
“yuji,” you call his name gently.
he sucks in a shallow breath as if he hadn’t had oxygen in years. “yeah?”
“i love you.”
his eyes grow wide, but he doesn’t look away. “you– you what?”
your smile makes his chest want to explode. you are the most beautiful person to ever grace the world in his eyes. “i love you,” you repeat, feathering your thumbs across his cheeks again. this time, with the intention of showing him your deep affection, rather than trying to rid him of his heartbroken tears. “i love you, yuji itadori. you’ve shown me nothing be pure love since the day we met, and i’m forever grateful for that. i can’t imagine my life without you. i wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. despite my own inner battles, you have made me the happiest person on earth.”
he releases a strained sound as his head falls forward, chest erupting with laughter a few seconds later in both joy and disbelief. “holy fuck,” he huffs, “i– i never thought i’d hear those words coming from you.”
“is it that shocking?” you tease, dropping your hands from his face to rest them at his waist again. “i thought i was doing a good job at dropping hints.”
“unfortunately, i was too preoccupied with my own feelings towards you to notice.”
you stick your tongue out playfully and move your head in closer to his. “does that mean you love me, too?”
“guess i’m not the only one who missed all the hints.” he smirks.
your lips finally press together, and it feels like centuries of pent up love are being poured into each other at this moment. his hands hold your jaw so delicately firm while he deepens the kiss, pressing your back against the front of the stove. you’re both completely breathless when you decide to break apart, pressing your temples against one another as you take a minute to catch your breath.
“i love you so fucking much, y/n,” yuji exhales, “i won’t allow you to feel so broken anymore.”
“yuji itadori.”
yuji jumps from the low roar originating out of yuta as he storms into the training room, slamming the door shut behind him. he’s never used his full name like that, and he’s only ever seen him this angry at persistent cursed spirits.
yuji swallows hard, feeling afraid of his friend and boss for the first time in a very long time. he opens his mouth to speak, but yuta’s booming voice stops him before he can.
“how long?” he’s pacing along the floor, clenching his jaw so hard yuji thought it might break. “how fucking long have you been housing that curse?”
yuji feels dizzy, ears beginning to ring as he starts spiraling into a panic. fuck, fuck, fuck! how did he find out?
“answer me!”
his breath shakes. “s–six months.”
yuta’s jaw falls slack, and then laughs hysterically in shock. “six… six months? are you fucking serious right now?” yuta loses his balance for a moment, yuji running over to his side to help him sit down on the couch in the room. this amount of stress can’t be good for an elderly man. yuta slaps his hand away, “don’t touch me,” and yuji flinches, stepping back.
“i’m sorry…” he exhales, darting his eyes towards the ground, “y/n doesn’t want to hurt anyone–”
“it has a name?” yuta scoffs. “yuji, i trusted you to do your job! katsushika is obliterated because of that thing, and you’ve been protecting it this whole time?” yuji feels scared. “you, of all people, should know how dangerous curses of that grade are!” he glares at him, irises full of disappointment. “you’re on probation for the foreseeable future. starting today, you’re only handling paperwork.”
“yuta– wait, let me explain–”
“what possible explanation could you have for this?”
“my experience with sukuna is exactly why i saved y/n! they’re not like the others, they’re like me!”
“where’s your proof?”
yuji goes quiet. “i… haven’t found it yet. i just… feel it.”
yuta sighs, leaning forward into his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. “a week. one fucking week to plead your case and if you have nothing, it’s over. i’m being lenient here, giving you the benefit of the doubt.” he looks up at yuji’s panicked expression, “your insatiable desire to help others that you see yourself in is going to get you and everyone else killed.”
“i won’t let that happen.” yuji swears.
yuta’s smile tries to be empathetic, but its sad. “tell that to the thousands dead in katsushika.”
yuji feels sick when he returns home to you that evening. he fully expected to find you already dead on his floor, assuming yuta to have sent men without a warning to storm into his apartment before he confronted him earlier, regardless that he offered him a chance to prove his argument. he thought maybe it was a bluff. a situation like this would be the only time the rule of ‘not showing up unannounced’ could be nullified.
but you’re there, smiling so brightly at him from the kitchen counter as you hold up a pot of steaming, freshly made omurice to show off. yuta truly hadn’t made any moves yet.
“hi, yu,” you beam, “i made dinner! sorry i didn’t wait for you, i was starving,” you chuckle, placing the pan back on the trivet.
he can’t help it. yuji bursts out into tears, falling to his knees as his sobs echo piercingly off the walls. you feel frantic, spoon clanging against the plate as it drops from your hand, jumping out of the stool immediately to go to him.
“yuji?” you pry gently, “baby, what’s wrong?”
“they know,” he gasps, wetting the floor as he grasps at you desperately. “s–somehow they found out about you.”
“oh,” is all you say, pulling him closer against your chest. this is something you expected to happen eventually, and frankly, you were surprised it hadn’t sooner. a few tears of your own spill out as yuji sobs into your chest, your two bodies sitting helplessly on the kitchen floor. “hey, it’s going to be okay,” you try coax him, “i’m still here, i’m alive.”
“i–i don’t know,” he chokes, head tilting up to look at you. his tears have slowed a little, though his heart is still deeply shaken. “if i can’t figure out what– who you are in a week, then they’re going to kill you.”
you kiss him gently, being sure your lips tell him that you’re safe for now. “we’ll figure it out, i know we will.”
the knocking comes three days later while you’re home alone. it’s loud and impatient, your body jerking abruptly from the sudden bang on the door.
you don’t move at first. it’s very easy to tell it’s not yuji on the other side. you cautiously lift your body from the couch, careful not to creak the floor as you slowly shift towards the balcony. the fire escape offered you a way out.
the knocking starts again, this time more thunderous than before, just as you slide open the balcony door.
your eardrums rupture as there’s a clang similar to the bullet yuji shot away from you the night you met, the door slamming open aggressively against the wall seconds later as your eyes meet those of the intruder.
tsurugi’s look brutally cold, and you freeze in place.
why is he here? wasn’t he the one who helped you and yuji?
it starts to make sense. of course it does. he’s the only other person who knows about you. who else would have opened their mouth to yuta?
“good to see you again, y/n.”
his voice makes you want to vomit. you’re breathing heavily, dragging your weighted body towards the fire escape. but tsurugi’s quicker than you, grabbing your waist and pulling you back over the balcony railing and into the apartment. you kick and scream, his hand slamming over your mouth before anyone else can hear.
“we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he grits, gripping you harsher. tears flood your eyes as you continue to squirm, but there’s no point. you can’t fight back here without your abilities, and not when you’re drowning in panic, body weak. “hard way it is, then.”
his fingers press into the side of your neck, your vision quickly growing blurry as everything fades to black.
where you awake is cold and dark. there’s a distant echo of water droplets, and soon you understand yourself to be underground somewhere, perhaps a cave.
“thank god, you’re alive.”
your head turns sharply towards the voice, eyes growing wide at the sight of yuji in front of you. he’s chained to the wall, managing to drag himself in your direction enough to be a little closer to you. still, several feet of space remains.
“yuji–” the clanging is loud as you feel the pressure on your own wrists, realizing right then you, too, are chained. “where are we? what’s going on?”
“i–i have no idea. i just know tsurugi–”
“good morning, sunshines.” tsurugi sings, making a dramatic entrance into the space.
yuji’s scowling, shaking angrily as he pulls at the metal. “what the fuck is this, tsurugi? why are you doing this?”
“because,” his smile disgusts you. it’s full of arrogance and downright evil. “weaklings like you have no place in this world.”
“what?” yuji spits, grinding his teeth, “if anyone’s weak here, it’s you. couldn’t even fight without being a coward about it first, chaining us to a damn wall?” tsurugi’s nostrils flare as he picks up his foot, shoving the heel of his boot into yuji’s chest. he groans as his back slams against the protruding rocky wall behind him, then laughs in pure rage and pain. “you should have tried me back then, tsurugi.”
“shut the fuck up or i won’t hesitate to kill you now.”
“yeah?” yuji looks crazy. “pretty easy to figure out this place you’ve got us in is nullifying our abilities, but do you know how to kill someone without your crutch? think you can swing your sword with no cursed energy and actually get a hit from it?”
yuji keeps pushing and you stay silent. you’re not sure what you could say to change anything, nor do you know if tsuguri is capable of what yuji is suggesting.
tsurugi grabs yuji’s jaw and tilts it upwards aggressively. he digs his heel further, making sure it stings, as his fingertips bury into the hollows of his cheeks. “keep talking and see what happens, bastard.” he seethes, releasing his head harshly enough that it slams against the rocky wall. yuji grunts in agony, but he’s not afraid of him.
yuta’s already suspicious when he doesn’t hear from yuji that morning. he’s never been one to skip out on work without a heads up first, so naturally, he’s concerned.
tsurugi rushes into headquarters around noon without a word, brushing past his grandfather. must have been a difficult assignment, he thinks. or… something is extremely off about his energy.
yuta’s brows furrow as he follows tsurugi into the training room, just observing for a few moments before he announces his presence. tsurugi is raging, practically pounding holes into the punching bag with each hook.
“fucking asshole,” he mutters to himself. hit. “i’m gonna kill him, i swear to god.”
“tsurugi.”
yuta’s voice causes him to pause, slowly backing away from the equipment. “hey, gramps,” he greets, acting as if nothing is wrong, “is there something you need? i’m kind of busy here.”
his eyes narrow slightly, but not too much. “i was just curious if you’d heard from yuji at all. he’s never failed to show up without calling in first.”
yuta notices. the flinch of tsurugi’s thumb, the subtle tightening of his jaw, the quiver in his step. he knows something.
“no idea,” tsurugi shrugs, quickly darting his eyes back to the punching bag.
yuta’s ability to lie convincingly surely didn’t pass on to his grandson. “well, if you hear from him, let me know.” he says simply before taking his leave.
once he’s back in his office, he quickly calls his most trusted agent to gather a few men for patrol.
“follow him,” he says, “tsurugi’s up to something. stay low and out of sight, you got it?” there’s a low grunt in agreement on the other side of the speaker.
“yuji,” you wince, watching as he hammers the metal of his cuffs against a protruding piece of the rock wall, “please stop, you’re hurting yourself!”
he hisses as the gravel stabs his palms for the god knows time, pointlessly adding to his already bloody and bruised skin.
“but i think i almost–”
“yuji.”
he blinks at you, eyes lowering as his face grows into a look of defeat. he knows you’re right. he’s desperate, but his strategy isn’t working. he’s only wounding himself.
tsurugi walks in shortly after, carelessly sliding a plate to each of you with a dinner roll and a few cheese blocks.
yuji snorts,“what is this, the renaissance?" then scoffs, “why are you even bothering to feed us when you’re going to kill us both anyway?”
“because i do have some sense of moral,” tsurugi huffs.
“hm.”
eating with cuffed hands is a bit of a challenge, but doable. tsurugi just stares at you and yuji as you eat, like he is plotting how to end you both right in that moment. he might as well have poisoned you two by now– that seems like the fastest, simplest way.
there’s a loud, booming clatter from just beyond the rocky wall behind tsurugi, presumably near the entrance of where he regularly departs and returns. you drop the bread out of your hand startled. tsurugi whips his head in the direction of the sound, unsheathing his sword.
“what the hell?” he mutters. “who–” there’s a loud wisp through the air just before he screams, back slamming harshly into the gravel a second later. his hand cups his shoulder where he had been shot, gritting his teeth. “fuck!” he growls in pain, looking at his palm to see it stained with blood.
three men in black suits enter the space just then with guns pointed at tsurugi, none of whom you recognize. yuji gasps beside you when a fourth body emerges from behind the three of them.
“yuta?” he questions in shock. “what are you doing here?”
“i figured something was wrong when you hadn’t shown up to work without notice earlier this week,” he replies, “and my grandson here is a terrible liar.” he glares at tsurugi still hissing in pain in the corner, now restrained by the three suited men. “i had some of my men follow him.” yuta takes a few more steps forward, stopping just mere inches away from your malnourished, shivering body. he sends you an apologetic smile, kneeling down as he takes off his coat to drape over your shoulders. “you must be y/n.” he retrieves a small handgun from his belt, aiming perfectly at the cuffs to break the metal off without harming you. you sigh in relief once your wrists are freed.
yuji’s watching the interaction, still dumbfounded by the turn of events. did yuta find something out about your curse in his absence? he wants you dead, so why is he acting so kind and freeing you?
yuta silently backs away from you, then approaches yuji, offering the same warmth from the cardigan layer he had hidden underneath the jacket. yuji blinks, watching as a gentle smile appears on his face just as he finishes wrapping it around his shoulders. “here,” he says, then makes the same precise shot, metal clanking on the ground moments later.
whilst both you and yuji sit there at a loss for words, yuta begins to speak further. “i… may have figured out what– who y/n is,” he says. his face doesn’t read very happy about it, and yuji’s stomach twists sickeningly. yuta takes a deep breath, then looks directly at you. “it seems you are a dark reincarnation of susanoo, god of storms.” your eyes widen, heart pounding violently. suddenly, the chaotic, clouded dust that always surrounded you makes sense. he looks back at yuji, “i know you don't want it to be the truth, but y/n is a curse. separation is not possible.”
“is the energy something that can be contained?” yuji dares to ask, swallowing hard.
yuta’s hopeless expression doesn't seem to waver. slowly, he shakes his head. “it is far too powerful for even the strongest of sorcerers to control. the only solution is–”
“death,” you complete his sentence, voice low and breathy, but everyone in the room catches it all the same. this is something you have always felt deep within since you were old enough to understand you were different, but tried to ignore it. “the only way it can be stopped is by killing me.”
yuta’s eyes drop to the gravel with a deflated sigh. “yes.” he says. “that’s correct.”
“what?” yuji’s eyes are bursting out from his head as he crawls over towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. he looks at yuta again, “how, then? how is it that the suppression barriers are working? if the power is too strong, then why–”
“i don’t know, yuji,” yuta answers honestly, “but if y/n steps outside of the barrier, japan is done for. we’re lucky their full power hadn’t been realized yet when they were roaming around katsushika. but we don’t know how much time we have left until that time comes. and it will.”
“you’re not fucking killing y/n!” yuji yelps, shaking helplessly as he keeps you close.
“he has to,” you gulp, shivering as tears begin to form in your eyes. “if he doesn’t, i’ll destroy everything. he’s right.” you inhale a sharp breath, “i–i can’t live inside the barriers for the rest of my life. that’s a prison sentence,” you look at him, eyes pleading, “death will grant me freedom.”
“y/n…”
you kiss him, feeling the wet tears dripping from his own eyes splash against your cheeks as you stay tightly pressed together, savouring the sweet and final moment together. yuji rests his forehead against yours with his eyes squeezed shut as you pull away. “let me go with you,” he huffs, “i’ve lived over eighty years. that’s long enough.”
“yuji,” yuta calls him, “you know i can’t let that happen. we need you. you’re all we have left that can handle–”
“kill. me.”
yuta’s breath hitches in his throat, chest tightening at the determination burning in his comrades eyes. he wasn’t going to back down.
“you know there are others that are just as strong as me,” yuji asserts, “don’t pretend that’s not true!”
yuta stays silent, simply motioning one of the three men to step up beside him, the other two still keeping tsurugi restrained.
“are you sure you want this?” yuta asks yuji calmly.
yuji nods. “yes,” he answers in confidence. “if y/n has to die, then i die, too.”
yuta quietly guides the guard to help you and yuji out of the underground– the cursed bullet won’t work inside, as its been established. you and yuji stay obediently perched just beyond the exit, fear glossing over your irises as you stare at the two men, still holding onto each other tightly.
yuta’s hands shake as he releases the second gun from the holster– the ones used back in the cave earlier were full of regular bullets– then lifts the barrel and points it straight at your head. he can hardly stomach ending your life as it is, after understanding yuji’s love and devotion to you, but he definitely doesn’t have any will to do the same to his dear friend, someone he has known for so much of his life. he silently commands the guard to point his gun at yuji.
“i’m sorry it had to end this way,” yuta’s throat cracks with remorse, tears forming in his eyes as the two of them pull the trigger.
the last thing you feel is yuji’s hand grasping onto yours as a puff of smoke clouds your vision before total darkness.
you were watching a horror movie with yuji on the couch. your legs were sprawled across his, his hand on your ankle—rubbing on it with soft motions. you were scarfing down a bowl of popcorn. catching a glimpse of yuji staring into your soul. you stop chewing.
“stop doing that."
“stop what?”
“that.”
“I dont get what you're talking about.” yuji snarks, taking his hand off your ankle to dig into the bowl of popcorn you were previously devouring.
“what you were doing just now. that is what I'm talking about. I don't know if you're trying to mess with me but you need to stop look—no staring at me like that.” you beg, putting the bowl of popcorn down on the floor beside the couch.
yuji ignores what you said and brings his attention back to the movie. about a couple minutes later you notice yuji piercing his eyes at you, giving you a shiver down your back.
“can you stop!” you yell, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his face.
“what, I'm not doing anything.” yuji giggles at your reaction. covering his face with his hands to block the pillow launching at his head.
a jumpscare scene suddenly pops up in the movie. making you almost jump off the couch. just when you thought you had calmed down. yuji is staring into your soul. his eyes wide open like his eyeball is going to pop out of his socket.
“OH MY GOD!” you screech. bringing your hands to cover your face.
“what.” yuji asks. acting oblivious to what he is doing.
“Im going to kill you, you're creeping me out.” you mutter. shaking your head to get whatever you just saw out of your mind.
yuji begins to laugh. hard.
“I wish you could see your face just now.”
“piss off.”
“i'm sorry baby, I was just trying to mess with you.” yuji chuckles. leaning close to you so that he could press a kiss to your cheek.
close to the end of the movie. you were half asleep, drifting off, struggling to keep your eyes open. yuji was not. handfuls of popcorn filling his mouth. when he noticed you were about to fall asleep. he decided to play one more trick on you.
“this is such a boring horror movie. like there's only one jumpscare and that's it.” you yawn. dragging your hand down your face then pulling it off to dip it into the popcorn bowl you miss because yuji pulled it away from you.
“hey! why are you hogging the popcorn?” you mumble. stretching your arm out more.
once you realized yuji wasn't going to pass the bowl to you. you turned your head. your eyes were met with his eyes already glaring at you. that woke you up. you shriek, grabbing another pillow and throwing it at yuji’s face.
bestfriend!yuji who thinks that he has no chance with you (he definitely does)
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it was getting entirely out of hand, to the point where megumi’s left eye had developed a microscopic, rhythmic twitch whenever all of you were in the same room.
there was a distinct difference between being a good friend and whatever it was that yuji was doing. yuji wasn’t operating on normal human frequencies anymore; he was a highly concentrated wave of devotion that required him to subconsciously monitor your exact coordinates, comfort levels, and nutritional needs at all times. the truly agonizing part of this whole situation was that yuji honestly, genuinely believed he was pining from a tragic, unrequited distance.
“man,” yuji sighed, his chin resting heavily on his arms as he slumped over the small wooden table in the break room. he looked like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain, despite the fact that he was perfectly dry and had eaten three bowls of rice an hour ago. “i just... i don’t know how guys like gojo-sensei do it. how do you even get someone like that to notice you? she’s so cool. fushiguro, be honest, do you think she likes guys who can cook? i could learn how to bake those fancy little french pastries. the ones with the layers. do you think she’d like that?”
megumi didn’t look up from his book. he simply turned the page, his knuckles whitening slightly against the paper. “itadori. you made her bento this morning. it was shaped like a bear.”
“that was just a nutritional baseline!” yuji defended instantly, sitting up with a look of pure, desperate longing in his eyes. “a person needs a balanced breakfast! that doesn’t mean she wants to hold my hand during a movie! i’m practically invisible to her, man. i’m just the guy who hangs around and breathes her oxygen. if i asked her out, she’d probably laugh and think i was pulling a prank. my heart would literally disintegrate into ash. like a cursed spirit, fushiguro. gone.”
megumi finally closed his book with a soft, ominous thud. he stared at his friend, trying to calculate how much brain damage yuji had sustained in his life to arrive at this specific level of dense. “yesterday, she said she was slightly warm, and you constructed a makeshift fan out of cardboard within four seconds. you didn’t even use cursed energy. you just moved your hands really fast.”
“that’s just basic manners!”
“you carried her up three flights of stairs because her shoelaces were untied and you didn’t want her to trip,” megumi countered, his voice dangerously level.
“the stairs were slippery!” yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands. “you don’t get it. she’s like... a masterpiece. and i’m just a guy who knows how to do a kickflip. i have no chance. zero. negative numbers.”
before megumi could commit a felony, the sliding door opened, and you walked in alongside nobara. the second your shoes crossed the threshold, yuji’s entire posture changed. it was an instantaneous shift; his spine straightened, his ears practically perked up, and his eyes locked onto you with a degree of focus usually reserved for high-stakes exorcisms.
“hey,” you said, offering a small, tired smile as you dropped into the empty chair next to yuji. “the training grounds are freezing today. i think the wind is coming straight from the mountains.”
yuji didn’t say a word. he didn’t even look at his own hands as they moved with the practiced efficiency of a surgeon. within three seconds, he had took off his oversized, fleece-lined red hoodie, shrugged it off himself, and gently helped you put it on. he tucked the soft fabric around you, his fingers lingering for just a fraction of a second against your collarbone to make sure the chill was sealed out, before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his uniform pockets.
“thanks,” you mumbled, instantly buried in his warmth and the faint, comforting scent of laundry detergent and whatever body wash he used. you pulled the sleeves over your hands, sinking into the collar.
“yeah, of course,” yuji said, his voice dropping into a soft, casual register that completely contradicted the fact that his internal organs were currently performing backflips. “can’t have you catching a cold. you’ve got that exam tomorrow, right? need your brain working at a hundred percent.”
nobara paused, her hand hovering over the back of a chair as she watched this sequence of events play out. she looked at yuji, then at you buried in his giant hoodie, then over at megumi, whose jaw was clenched so tightly he looked like a gargoyle.
“hey, yuji,” you said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a slightly bruised mandarin orange you’d grabbed from the cafeteria. “do you have a knife? the skin on this one is really thick.”
“i got it,” he said immediately.
he took the orange from your hand. yuji didn’t use a knife. he used his thumbs, peeling the rind away in one seamless, removing the little white strings so you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess. his fingers were steady, careful, and incredibly gentle as he split the fruit into perfect, individual segments. he laid them out neatly on a clean napkin he’d pulled from literally nowhere, pushing the finished product toward you with a small, encouraging nod.
“there you go. the sweet ones are usually the smaller pieces,” he murmured, his eyes tracking your expression to ensure you were satisfied.
“you’re a lifesaver,” you said, popping a segment into your mouth.
yuji’s face remained entirely neutral, but megumi could see the way the boy’s legs were practically vibrating under the table from the sheer rush of being praised. it was pathetic. it was magnificent. it was driving megumi to the brink of insanity.
“so,” nobara started, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. her eyes narrowed as she watched yuji reach over, pick up your heavy leather canvas bag from the floor, and settle it comfortably over his own knee so it wouldn’t get dirty. “itadori. can i ask you a question?”
“hmm?” yuji looked up, his hand still resting protectively near your side of the table. “what’s up, kugisaki?”
“what did you do an hour ago?”
“i went to the convenience store down the street,” he said, blinking innocently.
“and what did you buy?”
“oh! i got that specific chocolate drink with the milk and two pumps of vanilla. the one with the extra meringue sprinkled on top.” yuji reached down into his bag and pulled out the plastic cup, which was perfectly chilled, sweating slightly against his palm. he placed it right next to your napkin of oranges, straw already unwrapped and inserted. “here. they finally had the good meringue back in stock.”
you blinked, looking up from your fruit. “wait, really? they told me yesterday they were out until next week.”
“i asked the guy to check the back crates,” yuji said, giving you a bright, close-eyed grin that could have easily powered a small metropolitan area. “told him it was an emergency. he found a whole tin of it.”
megumi made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a dying bird.
nobara stared. she stared at the chocolate drink, then at the peeled oranges, then at the enormous red hoodie currently engulfing your torso. she looked at yuji’s face, which was full of nothing but pure, desperate desire to please you, completely devoid of any realization that he was acting like a husband of ten years.
slowly, with the deliberate precision of a predator stalking its prey, nobara walked around the table. she didn’t say a word until she was standing directly behind yuji. then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of his inner uniform collar, and yanked him backward out of his chair.
“woah! kugisaki—choking! choking!” yuji gasped, his hands flying to his throat as she dragged him a few feet away from the table.
“shut up,” nobara hissed, her voice a terrifying whisper as she pointed a manicured finger directly at you, who was currently taking a sip of the perfectly customized latte. “look at that. look at her.”
“i’m looking!” yuji squeaked, his cheeks flushing a violent, immediate pink. “she looks great! the hoodie suits her, right? do you think i should buy her one for her birthday? or is that too forward? maybe a scarf? a scarf is safer—”
“yuji,” nobara interrupted, her voice dropping into a range that promised physical violence. “what the hell? i thought you guys were dating?”
yuji froze. his entire body went rigid, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his brain completely stalled out, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. “w-what?” he whispered, the syllable popping out of him like a deflating balloon. “dating? us? no! no way! we’re not—i mean, i wish, but no! why would you say that? don’t say that out loud, she’ll hear you and get weirded out and then i’ll have to move to a different country!”
“are you sharing a single brain cell with the curses you fight?” nobara demanded, shaking him by his collar until his pink hair flew in every direction. “you peeled her fruit! you gave her your clothes! you went into the back storage room of a convenience store for a specific topping because she mentioned it once days ago!”
“that’s just being neighborly!” yuji yelled back in a panicked whisper, his hands flailing. “if fushiguro wanted an orange, i’d peel it for him too!”
“if you touch my food, i will sever your fingers,” megumi said from the table, not looking up.
“see? fushiguro’s just picky!” yuji argued, turning back to nobara with a look of absolute, soul-crushing earnestness. “i’m not dating her, kugisaki. i’m just... trying really hard to be a good friend so she keeps letting me sit next to her. if i told her how i actually feel, she’d realize i’m just a big dummy who follows her around like a stray dog.”
nobara let go of his collar so abruptly that yuji stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a soft *thud*. she stared at him, her expression a mix of profound disgust and deep, spiritual exhaustion. “you.. are a medical marvel,” she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i genuinely don’t know how you survive on a daily basis.”
“hey, yuji?” your voice cut through the tension, clear and soft from across the room.
yuji was back at the table before nobara could even blink, his entire demeanor resetting into that attentive, hovering stance. “yeah! what’s up? is the drink bad? is it too sweet? i can go back—”
“no, it’s perfect,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers curling around the warm ceramic of your hands inside his large sleeves. a very real, very noticeable shy smile had crept it’s way to your pretty face. “i was just wondering... if you weren’t busy tonight, maybe you could help me study? and... i don’t know. we could get dinner after? just the two of us?”
yuji stopped. the entire world seemed to drop away around him. his heart gave a massive, violent thud against his ribs, his chest tightening in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with training or stamina. he looked at the shy smile on your face, the way your fingers were twisting the hem of his hoodie, and something in his chest completely melted into puddle of warm, gooey mush. he knew damn well he didn’t know shit about math.
“yeah,” yuji said, his voice softer than usual, a genuine, completely unforced smile breaking across his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing himself to your eye level. “i’d love to. i’ll make sure you pass that test, okay? whatever you want to eat, it’s on me.”
from the corner of the room, nobara let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air as she turned toward the exit. “i can’t do this anymore. fushiguro, we’re leaving before the sheer density of his skull creates a black hole and swallows the school.”
“agreed,” megumi said, already standing up and slipping his book into his pocket, passing yuji with a look that said you owe me your life.
as the door slid shut behind them, yuji didn’t even notice. he was already pulling up another chair, drawing himself right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached out to slide the rest of the oranges closer to your hand.
♡ sukuna realizes that he does get jealous after all. . .
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sukuna will say this very seriously, he does not get jealous. the emotion itself is beneath him.
that is until yuji coming home from school, jumping in place.
“i made a friend today!!”
“you did?” you ask. “so what are they like?”
“his name’s megumi and he likes dogs and dinosaurs too and he traded me his pudding because i gave him my chocolate!”
yuji keeps talking without stopping.
“and he’s really quiet but he laughed when i scared a pigeon away and megumi said maybe we can go to the park together and can we please please please—”
“ji— okay, okay,” you laugh. “slow down.”
his eyes widen instantly. “really?!”
“if megumi’s dad says yes, sure.”
yuji cheers.
later that week you end up exchanging numbers with megumi’s father after pickup.
toji fushiguro, he introduced himself— pretty tall, scar across his mouth, seems normal enough, though.
the playdate gets set for saturday afternoon, and sukuna seems pretty indifferent to it or at least he pretends to.
“you’re taking yuji to the park?” he asks while scrolling through his phone.
“mhm.”
“so, who’s the kid— or more like, you know their parent?”
“well.. a little?” you say thoughtfully. “toji fushiguro.. i think?”
“…fushiguro?”
you blink. “hm? you know him?”
“used to run in similar circles.” sukuna looks deeply annoyed already. “guy’s a pain in the ass.”
“well.. he seemed nice?”
“that’s because the guy likes pretending.”
you snort. “you’re dramatic, it’ll be fiiine.”
“i’m serious.”
“baby, i’m going to a playground. not a nightclub.”
sukuna looks at you for a long second, then sighs.
“fine, do what you want.”
which, surprisingly, he actually means— he fully intends to let you have your little park day in peace.
because really.. what could happen?
apparently a lot.
because now sukuna’s standing outside a convenience store a few minutes away while staring at his phone with growing irritation.
he just cannot stay at home while knowing you’re out with that damned black-haired man, so he lasts another three minutes before getting back in his car.
meanwhile, you’re sitting at the park bench while yuji and megumi run toward the playground together.
“be careful!” you call after them.
toji sits beside you a second later holding two juice boxes and an iced coffee.
“kid asked me to bring extras,” he says, handing you the iced coffee.
“thanks!”
“don’t mention it.”
for a while it’s easy and comfortable, you talk while the boys play. mostly about school— how both boys have been doing, how megumi apparently refuses to sleep without his stuffed wolf, how yuji always has endless energy no matter what.
“so.. that your kid, right?” toji asks eventually, nodding toward yuji.
you smile. “well no.. but technically my nephew.”
“could’ve fooled me.”
you shrug slightly. “he does feel like my own, though.”
“clearly.”
talking to toji is surprisingly easy, the guys laid back, which is probably why the next thing out of his mouth makes you second guess.
“you single?”
oh..
but before you can even answer, another voice cuts in.
“no, she‘s not.”
you look up immediately.
sukuna stands there behind both of you wearing all black with sunglasses pushed into his hair.
he looks weirdly calm, which means he definitely heard enough to annoy him.
toji glances between both of you once before leaning back slightly.
“oh! what are you doing here?” you say surprised.
“was just getting something to drink.”
“from the park..?”
“eh, crazy coincidence.”
toji snorts quietly beside you— big mistake, because sukuna’s eyes immediately slide toward him.
“fushiguro.”
“ryomen.”
you can absolutely feel the tension in the air.
you look between them slowly. “oh my god.. you actually know each other.”
“unfortunately,” they say at the exact same time.
yuji spots sukuna from across the playground and immediately lights up.
“UNCLE KUNA!!”
he abandons megumi and runs across the grass at full speed before slamming directly into sukuna’s legs.
sukuna just rests a hand on yuji’s head. “now get off me brat, you’re sweaty.”
“we were racing!”
“that so?”
“i won!”
megumi finally walks over, hands shoved into his little pockets.
“yuji cheated..” he says quietly.
“did not!”
“you pushed me!”
you’re trying not to laugh while yuji now clings to sukuna’s arm, and you get up to approach both.
toji watches the interaction for a second, then he looks back at you.
“…damn my bad,” he says finally. “cute little family you got there.”
sukuna goes quiet for a second, then his arm hooks around your waist possessively.
“exactly,” he says. “know where you stand, fushiguro.”
your boyfriend is acting weird.. and he doesn't wanna face you?!
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yuuji's been avoiding you. you haven't seen him since last week, and your needs as his girlfriend is making it too hard to ignore; not a single kiss, hug, or call.
sure, he'd text every once in a while... but every time you ran into him, he would bolt immediately with the flimsy excuse of having to meet ‘gojo-sensei’.
and at first, you believed it. maybe he was just busy with his missions or anything else related to it. but going through multiple days and suffering without an update from him or seeing his face — you've had enough. clearly, your boyfriend was touch-starving you on purpose if you still saw him with his friends.
if yuuji was cheating on you — you'll hit him and that skank! who was it? who has he been seeing? the least he could do was break up with you before finding someone else, geez!
8:03 PM, friday night. you lie in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with thoughts about him running all over your mind. you can't even believe there was still no say from yuuji himself. had he grown tired of you? surely not. usually on these types of days, you would be cooped up in bed with him, cuddling like you were about to merge into one another.
but unfortunately — the only thing you got out of the whole week subjected to absolutely no update from your boyfriend — was a sleezy candid picture of him training, sent by nobara two days ago. he wasn't even busy!
having been fed up with his antics, you decide to finally break the distance and send him a threatening loving reminder.
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meanwhile, said cheating boyfriend itadori yuuji, stands facing the mirror — gauging his looks desperately. he ruffles his hair, then fixes it again, running his fingers through the silky strands. he groans in irritation upon realizing the time he's wasted trying his best to look good. these past few days have been.. quite a blur.
but now it's friday. a day he's supposed to be at his girlfriend's place like usual.
then comes a specific notification, a bell ringtone pings his phone. another follows.. and another. yuuji takes one look at his phone and sees it's you. at first, he's excited. he can feel the blood rush in his system.
however, the texts you sent.. uh oh.
“don't even bother itadori after u ignored me”
“u clearly love that actress more than me, go ahead jerk off yuuji”
“if u show up i will murder and dump u you asshole”
yuuji chokes in horror, “oh god, i am cooked.” indeed he was. you weren't half-assing one word. yuuji knows that whenever you're mad — it'd be like godzilla on the loose. he stares right back at himself in the mirror, smiling then frowning over and over again.
“these sssth-stupid braces! damn it— can't even meet my girlfriend.. i look like a geek!”
well, he got braces.
the teal-colored brackets shine in the light as yuuji fusses over them as if it'll do anything to fix the messy situation right now, sighing in exasperation. was he seriously about to get dumped? what the— he didn't mean to avoid you for that long!
yuuji's holding a bouquet of your favorite lush flowers in one hand, planning to apologize for everything and lying about why. but with how long he's taking drowning in self-pity — he'll be late. truth is, yuuji really didn't mean to ignore you. it's just that his smile is weird in these ‘dumb’ braces, and he thought you wouldn't like it at all, so he kindddd of hid from you without thinking about it thrice.
but now faced with the threat of you breaking up with him if he doesn't make things right — yuuji knows the only option is to finally man up and say sorry. (even if you murder him, and don't like his braces. it's better than ending up with no girlfriend at all.)
what if you end up hating it? what if you think he looks like a nerd? what if you end up leaving him for a better guy, and he has no braces, and he's cuter, and—
yuuji already hates his braces though he just got them two weeks ago. he thinks it completely nerfed his looks! worse, the idiot he is, he even ignored his girlfriend who he loves because of it! he's messing up real bad with the choices he's making.. but not to fret, he's getting ready to win you back.
it took about an hour for him to get to your apartment with the traffic, but he's here. he knows you told him not to come — but what idiot wouldn't? he loves you for god's sake, and if that means having to show you his braces, then he'll do it in the name of love. you're the one person he'll never want to lose.
yuuji clears his throat as he's now in front of your door, mind wracked with every possible scenario that might play out. you kissing him and accepting the apology.. or you slamming the door in his face! it doesn't matter which one, as long as he gets your forgiveness and gets to prove to you how much he loves you despite being a total dumbass.
straightening his suit and fixing his tie, all the while gripping the flowers tight in his hand, yuuji's more nervous than he's ever been in his whole entire life facing his pretty girlfriend who's pissed. if he's dying tonight, he's glad it'll be in your hands.
one light knock — he lets it stay silent for a while, then does another. just as he was about to raise his hand for a third one, your furrowed eyebrows and cold stare greets him.
“babe—”
slam!
the words don't even make it out of his mouth before you've already closed the door on yuuji just like he predicted. you chose the latter, unfortunately for him. he doesn't blame you at all, he was an asshole for leaving you hanging without saying anything at all. this won't stop him though, unfortunately for you.
“i'm sss-sorry! goddamn it..” yuuji yells from outside. his words trail off with a lack of confidence. you can hear it even as you're back in the living room with how loud he was. for some reason, you think you can hear a lisp at the start of ‘sorry’. and you thought you just heard wrong — but when yuuji apologizes again with his voice raised to the max and messes up the s, you know it's not your hearing.
your phone rings, and you see the caller id reading: “yuu <3”. you slowly pick up though your pride refused to — voice already lacing itself with annoyance and unmistakable excitement. he ignored you for a whole week. he can't just show up now!
“what is it?” you sigh.
“baby, m’ sorry. open the door, please. i'll explain!” he begs, and you can hear the ‘s’ softly whistle. you'd have to admit, it was pretty cute. but in regards that, you wonder why exactly yuuji's speaking like this. you're pretty sure when you met him he didn't have a lisp.. unless you had the hearing of an old woman to not notice it first-hand.
you quietly trudge back to the door, twisting the knob and leaving the door ajar, enough for you to peak out and see yuuji.
and there your fool-of-a-boyfriend is, clutching his tie and the bouquet while he stands awkwardly just a few distances away from the door. his pink hair is combed, different from when it's always a little messy. (in a good way)
he walks closer hesitantly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
yuuji holds out the flowers for you to take, and you scoff — but ultimately accept it. butterflies swarm your stomach though you're supposed to be mad at the idiot. it seems like your heart was betraying you and was siding more with him. you can feel your cheeks heat up when his eyes meet yours.
“explain. now, cheater.”
“i wasn't cheating, babe! i could never. i love you, and you only. i—”
huh.
you notice it immediately when he smiled uncontrollably upon seeing your face flush, stuttering when he realized he was being cheesy. you were so gorgeous — yuuji wondered how he even survived avoiding you. he was the luckiest guy ever, and he decided to ignore the woman of his life? the great thing he was about to lose if he didn't stop being such a dimwit.
“smile for me.” you order, and yuuji obeys instantly, giving you the cutest beam ever. the teal braces suit him so well it was almost aggravating how handsome your boyfriend was. he was so adorable grinning ear-to-ear, ruining his hair now by ruffling it.
finally, your giggle cuts through the unbearable silence. by now, you've forgotten why you were mad exactly. your hands come up to cup yuuji's cheeks, squishing them playfully in your palms.
“you look like such a geek, yuu.”
“i know.. it's weird.” he pouted, melting into your touch. you pull him inside, closing the door behind you.
before you could even tell him that it wasn't weird at all — yuuji sweeped you off your feet and scooped you into his arms, his hands carefully hoisting firm support beneath your legs as he walked over to the couch.
to him, he feared you would hate how it made him look like a nerd. he was so shy about it. but to you, his braces took your breath away. he was so effortlessly attractive, and he didn't even realize it.
then, yuuji cautiously sets you down with grace; like you were too delicate for him to hold any longer because you'd shatter. he questioned the rhythm in the air first before leaning in closer — so much closer his warm breath tickled the crook of your neck. yuuji's hands settling on a comfortable spot on your hips, tenderly squeezing them in his palms.
your fingers find their way to his messy pink hair, mindlessly twisting and playing with the strands. yuuji can feel the way you're holding him nearer than the way you did earlier — closing his eyes and insuppressibly smiling to himself. he missed this bad. the moron he was decided to run away from this? from you?
“do you really like my braces?” yuuji mumbles, still buried where he could smell your perfume the most. you smelled like really good, like him in a way — and like your shampoo that he loves inhaling the scent of whenever you finish showering.
there was a slight pause before you responded, with the concerned yuuji lifting his head up and raising a brow at you, waiting for an answer. if you say no right now, he might just get them off early already.
you grin, “i do! you look cute with them, i swear. my geeky boyfriend. you're lucky you know — i'm still mad at you, and yet here we are.”
it takes him a quick realization to acknowledge the fact you're completely right. well, not that you're ever wrong anyway. happy wife, happy life. (he'll marry you soon, trust)
also, luckily for yuuji, you quickly forgot about the way you were mad at him just by seeing his braces! he was saved from the intended scolding sessions and the silent treatment because of the one thing he disliked the most. did he really have that effect on you?
he knows you weren't irritated anymore.. and you knew you couldn't stay annoyed by him for that long anyway. it was impossible for you two to get frustrated at one another even if it were a big fight. you were weak for yuuji — and he was weak for you too.
“i swear i won't be a idiot anymore to you.. my gorgeous queen. i don't wanna be okay without you. also, i love you more than whichever actress you're talking about...” yuuji blushes, pressing soft kisses to your neck.
“stop the flattery you suck-up. hey wait.. so if it was jennifer lawrence— get out!”
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is cold in the middle of the night, so he cuddles up next to you and sukuna
it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.
but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.
a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.
“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.
“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.
a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.
ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”
“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.
“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”
“nooo!”
“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.
silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.
“you are not. get-“
sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.
as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.
he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.
def taking reqs for them… gonna make this a series if i have enough ideas
♥︎loser!yuji confessing his love for you! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
cw ᯓ fluff゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
yuji itadori, your best friend of two entire years. the two of you had met in high school, barely batted an eye at each other. that was until senior year. you and yuji, had began to interact daily.
. . . ! that was until now, yuji itadori finally got himself together gathering his guts to ask such a pretty girl out. he would always dream of a time like this, yuji itadori really had never been with anyone before. he knew the basics in relationships, although, he had never gotten the chance to get into a relationship himself. was it because he was so hopelessly in love with you, or was it because of his looks?
definitely not because of his looks.
the wind blew through as you both walked side by side, on the sidewalk. not far from the ice cream store. yuji glanced back at his car making sure its locked. he wanted to intertwine his fingers with yours so badly, he was just too afraid to ask. or make the move to, but oh, if he knew that you were thinking the same as he were. he would've taken your hand in a heartbeat.
he clears his throat awkwardly, "so! how have you been?" yuji questioned with a soft smile. you turn glance over your shoulder, "i've been good! you know, the usual stuff. pretty boring though."
"not going to ask me how i've been?" the pink haired man proceeded pout at that, picking up his pace on walking to catch up with you. "silly, yes i was going to ask you. anyway how have you been yu?" yuji's eyes seemed to lighten up at the nickname. "i had to tell you to ask me! me? no answer." he blabbered on dramatically.
before, yuji gently tugged your left arm. "come on. we're here." your lips curl into a smile, he's adorable.
yuji practically jolted in front of you to open the ice cream shop door, one arm reaching out to grab onto the handle. holding the door open effortlessly for you. "ladies first!" he chuckled. you booped his nose, "gentleman, i like it." you said before stepping into the fitted shop. yuji followed right after you.
"soooo, what flavor do you want?" yuji questioned quietly. "hm, you can never go wrong with cookie dough. i've never really been here before so i'll go with something simple." you smile.
yuji nods, "right! i haven't either. hmmm, i'll choose... birthday cake, and strawberry." you half eye glance at him, "i like the sound of that."
thirty minutes later, the ice cream had come. though you both devoured them, yuji stealing little spoonfuls from your cup. you'd be a hypocrite if you told him to stop, (you as well stole many bites from his cup).
yuji could feel the pound and pressure in his chest whenever he'd look at you. his chest felt so heavy, can he really do it? can he really pull himself up to ask you out?
you both were now sitting on the bench outside the ice cream store, eyes gazing up at the sky in such loud silence. "uh." yuji cleared his throat awkwardly, "i need to get something from... my car is that okay?" you glance back at him. "of course! no need to ask me." he smiled in return rushing back toward his car.
about five minutes later, yuji had returned. hands behind his back like he had something behind him. you raise an eyebrow, "what're you hiding..?" you questioned softly. looking up from the bench, "can i uh, ask... you something?"
you look in confusion. "ask away." he chuckles nervously, carefully sitting down next to you without showing whatever it may be behind him. "there's something i've been meaning to tell you, and i mean it deep in my heart." you nod, smiling to reassure him. "im... in love with you." he pauses. turning his face away in fear. you sit there in silence, unsure of what to say. for a moment, it's silent before he speaks again.
"i have been for a very long while now." for another moment you're silent before breaking down into happy tears, "i love you too!" you sniffle. "god, that's embarrassing i didn't mean to—" yuji cuts you off by wrapping his fit arms around your waist. placing the secret present behind him in place onto the bench, out of sight from your eyes.
"shh, i find it cute. you really do love me huh?" he whispered smugly. you chuckled, his brown eyes had seemed to soften even more, before pulling back. "does this mean i am your boyfriend now?" he looks at you with almost puppy eyes. "that's moving a bit fast don't you think?" though you smile back at him. "can... i please be your boyfriend?" he suddenly pulls out flowers from behind his back.
you look in surprise, tears threatening to fall down. "yu... i don't know what to say, but yes of course i—" he practically jumped into your arms like a touch starved puppy. "thank you! thank you so much! i'll treat you better than the word good itself i swear!" you laugh, hugging him back.
"these flowers are so pretty perfect for you angel." you pull back from the embrace, "nicknames already? i appreciate the compliment you're so cute."
"whattt! you call me 'yu'." you cut him off, "point still stands!" you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. he gently strokes your hair, "sweet angel." you smile, a red forming on your cheeks.
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a needy little twitch as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.
“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”
you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.
you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his grip, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.
“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”
unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his tip with a loud smack!
satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"
to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom head and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.
the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching dick, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.
but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.
thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.
“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his glasses off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.
even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak roll against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.
“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me..?”
boyfriend!megumi who said 'i love you' for the first time after you did something stupid, saying 'i love you but you're so stupid'
boyfriend!megumi who's favourite memory with you is when you were both at a concert and he looked at you to check if you were okay and you looked so happy
boyfriend!megumi who pretends he likes spice to seem stoic infront of you
boyfriend!megumi who thought you hated him (for no reason) until a mutual friend told him that all you do is talk about him
boyfriend!megumi who researched how to make his cum taste better before having sex with you for the first time (ofcourse he did everything google recommended)
boyfriend!megumi's favourite features of yours are your cheeks and he CONSTANTLY squishes them, forcing you to do a duck face
boyfriend!megumi who wears a necklace that has your name on it
boyfriend!megumi who is actually super ticklish (especially below his navel)
boyfriend!megumi who gets all mumbly when he's angry, and won't repeat what he said when you ask
boyfriend!megumi who learnt your native language because he was secretly incredibly nervous to meet your family, and wanted to make a good first impression
boyfriend!megumi who hid a scar from you that he got from training as a first year because he thought it made him look weak
boyfriend!megumi who refuses to bottom, but will occasionally rest his head on your chest when he is about to pass out from sleepiness— and strictly only then.
boyfriend!megumi who has a spotify playlist dedicated to you
