you donβt like to kiss satoru when he wears his blindfold.
you understand why he wears it, and you donβt have any problem with it besides how distanced you feel from him when he tries to be intimate with it on. so while you never ask him to take it off, you simply refuse to engage him when he wears it.Β
you were more lenient when he wore his glasses, at least being able to see all of his face when they slide down the bridge of his nose. satoruβs health came before your own selfish wants, and you felt guilty even feeling like this in the first place, but you still couldnβt help your uneasiness when trying to be affectionate with him while half his face was completely blocked off from you.Β
and satoru doesnβt like this. heβs not immensely clingy, or at least not often enough to call him clingy, but he does like to have you near him, tuck you into his side and steal a slow kiss or two from you on occasion. especially when heβs feeling stressed or annoyed does he seek out your soothing touch, which tended to be pretty often from how demanding the higher ups are of him.Β
youβll still lend a listening ear, lean in real close and scan his face as if trying to see those bright blue eyes of his through the dark mask he often wears, perhaps even wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair held up by the fabric around his head. and most of the time simply being near you, touching you in one way or another is enough to soothe his aching muscles and tense mind. but when he leans in to press his lips against yours and you dodge, he immediately realizes that itβs not enough.
βyouβre mean.β he pouts, and though you canβt see his eyebrows crease in distress, you can certainly imagine it, and you laugh.
βwhen weβre at home.β you reassure him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms.Β
he speculated for some time that you rejected him because of the setting, that it was unprofessional or perhaps embarrassing. but you had no problem angling his head toward you and stealing a kiss from his lips on the rare occasion he decided to wear his glasses to work, and so he eventually managed to piece together that the blindfold was the problem.
satoruβs frown only deepens, because he wants a kiss from you now. why should he have to wait to kiss his own partner?Β
βjust a small one. a quick one.β he tries to bargain, holding your elbows, but you only shake your head with an amused smile.Β
βlater.β you promise, and before he can press further, your students start to approach and your attentions are required elsewhere.
you uphold your promise, cupping his face and kissing him deeply and with so much love behind closed doors as if you were anticipating it as much as he wasβwhen his blindfold is off. but heβs still troubled by the fact that you refuse to kiss him with it on. itβs a part of him. do you think heβs ugly with it on? thatβs got to be it.
he continues to whine and chase after your lips while the two of you are at work, but you only chuckle and angle his face away, and eventually it really strikes a nerve, wanting to know why you were so adamant on avoiding his kiss when he was wearing his blindfold. you havenβt tried even once!Β
he brings up this concern when you two are home, when your bodies are messily intertwined on your living room couch, satoruβs chin propped up on your chest and your hand yet again cupping his face as you cuddled and giggled about whatever sort of conversation you were making that night. in the security of your shared home and in your comforting embrace does satoru allow himself to wind down, letting his cursed energy just seep out and using it as an incentive to relax a slight bit.Β
you say something and he laughs, and upon seeing his smile and endearing eyes crinkle happily, you lean in slightly to kiss him.Β
he immediately reciprocates, the hold he has around your waist tightening. but then he remembers being in a similar scenario hours prior, and you refused to meet his lips then. so he pulls away gently and his smile slightly drops.
βwhy donβt you kiss me when i wear my blindfold?β
youβre caught off guard by the question, and his knit brows and the slight sadness in his tone makes your breath hitch. this was the thing about satoru without his blindfold. you could clearly see every piece of him. every vulnerable expression, every crease on his face, every emotion on display for you to bask in. you could rub your thumb over his cheek and not have it bump over the fabric that feels like itβs pushing you out, suppressing your affection.
satoru without his blindfold was open, intimate, whole. but when he wrapped the fabric around his eyes, it felt like he was also hiding a part of himself you adored. not the overwhelming strength he held in those enchanting blue eyes of his, but the love and affection they glimmered with when he was with you, a glimmer youβre sure was reflected in your own eyes as well. a part of him that displayed his adoration clear as day.Β
βitβs silly, satoru.β you tell him reluctantly, playing with his hair. his sad smile makes you feel guilty, but the part of you that feels shut away with that blindfold overtakes an insecurity deep inside. βi donβt want to concern you with it.β
βyou gotta tell me whatβs up, sweets. think iβm ugly?β he tries to tease, and you roll your eyes.
βjust feel distant from you, βs all.βΒ
voicing it aloud makes you feel small and just as silly as you told him it is. perhaps you were overthinking things too much.Β
youβre afraid to explain any further, because you donβt know if you can without sounding even more insecure than you feel, but satoru immediately understands, and all the tension heβs built over the situation melts away in an instant, and he chuckles.
βlike my eyes on you, huh?β he wiggled his brows, and you scoff, moving your hands down to his neck. he leans in a little closer, speaks a little softer. βtheyβre always on you.βΒ
your heart flutters as he kisses over the side of your jaw, giggling at the slight tickling sensation. he mimics your smile when he hears you laugh.Β
he thinks he understands. if he wasnβt able to see those gorgeous eyes of your as they crease when you laugh, or gaze up at him in awe when he pulls away from a kiss only you could make so sweet, he thinks heβd also feel shut out, robbed of that small but intimate and beautiful part of you that leaves him breathless. he had a responsibility as the strongest to keep himself in line, but he also had a responsibility to you. he committed to that responsibility ages ago when you first met.Β
he stares up at you from the crook of your neck, and itβs as if thereβs hearts in his eyes, a sight that never fails to fluster you when you realize that itβs all directed at you. why would you want to kiss him while his blindfold was on when you were deprived of this sight while doing so? instead met with nothingness?
βjust try to kiss me with my blindfold.β he mumbles, and it sounds insensitive after what you told him, but itβs exactly why he wants to prove that not a single ounce of love for you is hidden away when he wears it.
you frown, but still reach to grab it from when he threw it on the coffee table hours ago. you wrap it around his eyes for him, feeling slightly saddened by the sight already, but his lovesick smile never falters.
and as soon as your hands lower from behind his head, heβs gently pushing his lips against yours, and it feels every bit of kind and loving and special as it did when you kissed him without it. his lips move slowly, yet passionately, with yours, and you canβt believe you ever expected anything different.
and when he finally pulls away, you could swear you see those bright blue eyes of his staring at you with that dizzying gaze that makes you feel light and loved. you still feel a lot more exposed than he is though, and you canβt help but blush and bring your hands over your face to try and even the playing field.
he laughs at this reaction and tries to pry your hands away from your face. βso? anything different?β he grins, and you laugh.Β
βi still prefer it off.β
βthatβs fine,β he hums, lowering the band so it hangs loosely around his neck with one hand, bringing your hands down away from your face with the other. βi prefer it off too.βΒ
and from then on you become a little more comfortable kissing satoru with his blindfold on, and heβs over the moon at you now indulging him when heβd pull you into a random empty classroom and lean in close.
but he doesnβt see the harm in compromise, however, so heβll indulge you too. and when heβs feeling particularly eager, heβll wrap an arm around your waist, quickly tug his blindfold down to his neck, and capture your lips in a breathless kiss.Β
whether he does this in an empty classroom or to say hello or goodbye before heading off on a mission with his students, you get to see those mesmerizing blue eyes shine with all the affection and love he holds for you.Β
besides, itβs even more satisfying when he does it in front of others, tugging the blindfold off simply for your sake, showing off to everyone else the state you reduce him too.Β
so perhaps youβve grown to like kissing satoru when he wears his blindfold.Β Β
π΄CW: angst (with a happy ending of course π), swearing.
π΄Brief description: after several days spent unconscious in the infirmary, reader sneaks into the kitchen where they get caught by Sanji who has waited for them to finally wake up.
(with honorable appearances of the other strawhats βοΈ didn't plan to include anything like that?..it just happened?...and I ended up liking it A LOT ahdshgajd)
Just in case: longer parts of text fully in italics like that signal flashbacks!
Enjoy!
The light flickered on.
Shit. Maybe you still had a second or two to flee before the lampβs unsteady twinkle would turn into a blinding beam.Β
There was nowhere to flee, though, with the kitchenβs exit now apparently blocked with someone roused, just like you, by nightly hunger.
Or so you hoped.Β YouΒ reallyΒ hoped it was that. Otherwise-
The flicker steadied into a dim, orange shine of a lamp in the need of change. The fridge, the door of which you were currently holding onto with a white-knuckled, scared grip, beeped softly, signalling for you to either finally take something or leave, but not before remembering to close it.
You froze. Whoever was behind you did the same.
Shit.
It definitely wasnβt Luffy (too quiet, and for way too long), definitely wasnβt Usopp (night duty), definitely wasnβt Zoro (you wouldβve already heard the confused βhuh?β). Definitely not Nami or Chopper (they wouldβve already thrown a fit, though with varying volume and apparency of worry present in their voices).
So.Β
You turned around, painfully slowly. Literally painfully, your bruised ribs seemed to creak just as loud as your neck.
Sanji stood rigidly still in the doorframe with his hand on the light switch. A cigarette hung from his mouth, still burning, a single soft sigh away from falling tip-down onto the floor. Some of the ash dropped, impatient for a helping hand.
Sanji made no move. Didnβt voice any of the thousands of things flashing through his mind. His brows went up and down, again up and down again, as if fighting the shock.
It was unnerving to watch. Unsettling.Β Unusual.
βUh,β your voice, hoarse from disuse, scraped on the silence, just as crudely abrupt as the lights above. βHello. Sorry, uh, Iβm- I just-β
That seemed to bring Sanji back into motion, though the starved rumbling of your stomach stiffened him again into immobility.
God. Honestly, what the hell even..
You were hungry,Β soΒ hungry. Starved. First unconscious, then half-conscious but unable to consume even a tiny crumb. And now, when you finally feltΒ alive-
βI-
βWould you like to eat?β
Huh?Β
βWhat?β this time it was you turned immobile.
βWould you like something to eat?β Sanji repeated. His hand, previously on the light switch, moved to push the cigarette further back into his mouth.
He stepped fully into the room, detached gaze on you. Too detachedΒ for the trembling hands in his pockets.
βI,β you glanced into the creak of the fridge door where barely anything at all could be distinguished. βYeah. Yeah, a bit. Sorry, didnβt want to intrude like that.β
And you didnβt. You really didnβt. You just couldnβt hold any longer.
You handβt eaten for days.
Sanji nodded, his hands slipping from his pockets to roll up his sleeves.
βAllow me to serve you some late dinner, then.β
βI could just grab something really quick myself, though, I wouldnβt want to-β
βJust let me,β the look he gave you from under his hair cut you short.
Just how exposed, how vulnerable it was.
βI waited so long to do this. Please, let me. β
You stepped away, giving him space, moving backwards, almost falling into the chair.Β Your stomach rumbled again.
βPlease, eat this, at least. Itβs just a slice of bread, very-very thin, you wonβt even feel it!β Chopper pleaded with you for the tenth, twentieth, maybe hundredth time, even. You turned away to face the wall, half-lucid but still flinching at the tiny doctorβs poorly contained sobs. Someone clicked their tongue behind the door.Β
You wished you could eat. Just that slice of bread. Or an orange from the basket Nami had left on the nightstand before you even came to your senses. Or that weird sweet Usopp got in some equally weird shop from the latest town you visited. You wished you could just eat.Β
ββ¦thanks.β
βNo problem.β
Sanji reached into the fridge to grab a few plates, carefully sealed with food wrap. Put them on the counter, removing it from each one. Your brows went up.
βWe have leftovers?β
Sanjiβs hands on the wrap stilled. He turned to look at you like heβd never done before. Careful. Bewildered. Immeasurably sad.
βYou could never and would neverΒ give you leftovers,β he vowed, desperate for you to hear him loud and clear. βEver.β
You felt sorry, so sorry because you still didnβt understand.
βExtras?β
βNo,β he scrunched the wrap in his fist and threw it away; took out a pan, turned on the stove, put the content ofΒ plate into it to re-warm them, even though you now had a microwave, too, from the latest town you visited. Usopp told you. At least you believe it was him, real him and not a dream or hallucination.
βIt's the microwave the Gol D. Roger himself used! β Usopp declared first with his chest puffed out, then deflated slightly from uncertainty after a moment. βAt least the shopkeep told me so. But he seemed reliable, so there is no way it was made up! And it was pretty pricey, too, so thereβs just no way it couldnβt be Rogers! β
You didnβt answer, giving him the opportunity to carry on; you couldnβt have even if there was something to add or interject with. Just like you couldnβt eat. You were half-present, half-conscious.Β
To yourself. To them you were half-dead.
Sanji nudged the pan up. The contents β rice, some shrimps, some greens β flew up and landed back.
βThese are yours. Your portions,β he explained. βI made them this evening.β
βWe had amaaazing fish today!β Luffy threw his hands up, wildly swinging back and forth in his seat. βThat weird one Sanji got from the market. He almost fought someone for it! Itβs not as delicious as meat, of course, but I understand why he was about to kick some guy to have it! If you wake up now, or next morning, thereβll still be some left maybe. But I canβt promise, itβs just sooo tasty! So you need to wake up as fast as possible! Itβs some rare fish we wonβt find in this sea, at least Sanji said so.β
You didnβt wake up. You didnβt even hear him. You were too deeply out. Chopper made Luffy leave. There was still that fish left for you in the morning.
There really was no fish like that in the sea you were currently crossing. Sanji wished it'd been All Blue, so he could catch a dozen for you to try after.
βEvery day I prayed you would wake up,β the cook put the dish back into the plate and started re-warming the second one. βI prayed you would, and you didnβt.But what if one of these days you suddenly were? How could I possibly leave you starved? I wouldnβt deserve to be your cook if I would let something like this happen.β
You hunched your shoulders, flinching from the shock of pain going through you. You hoped Chopper was fast asleep; you werenβt supposed to get up yet.
βSorry I didnβt wake up earlier.β
βThank you for waking up today.β
Sanji placed the plates on the table, sat down across from you, put out his cigarette before lighting a new one right after.
You didnβt even thank him for the meal, viciously sinking your teeth into the food, not registering the taste at all in such a hurry for satiation.Β
You didnβt notice Sanjiβs gaze never leaving your face, a disturbingly distant look taking over his eyes.
βThe hell are you doing here?β
βNapping.β
βDidnβt know you napped with your eyes open. That a swordsman thing? So you could see your foes sneaking on you from under an infirmary bed?β
βPiss off.β
Sanji leaned on the doorframe, taking a cigarette out of his mouth to hide it behind his back. His other hand held a plate with freshly made food.
βAsleep still?β
βYeah.β
Sanji exhaled, tapping the ash off automatically without putting much thought into the action. He wasnβt going to make another drag until he left the room.Β
Zoro tipped his head. Not turning, his eyes still on your motionless form. Just like Sanjiβs.Β
βThereβs no room for any more food here. Iβll come up when thereβs need for it.β
βThereβs a great chance youβll get lost on your way, so Iβd rather come by and check myself. β
βPiss off. β
βYou used that already.β
βEloquence isnβt my priority right now,β Zoro snapped without heat, raising a bottle of booze Sanji didnβt notice from behind his hulking, sulking form.
βIβm surprised you know the word for it. β
βFuck off,β Zoro threw over his shoulder, chugging half of the bottleβs contents in one go.Β
Sanji left, wishing the same had happened with the food heβd made for you.
You stopped short when you realised you were scrapping of leftovers off the plate.Β
You gingerly lifted your eyes to find Sanji staring right back at you. Now that was just embarrassing.
βSorry,β you murmured, wiping your mouth with a sleeve, gently pushing the plate away. βThat wasnβt very proper of me.β
βAre you still hungry?β the cook asked. The fog of thoughts barely lifted from his eyes.
You swallowed. It wouldnβt hurt, right? You couldnβt probably embarrass yourself more.
βA bit,β you admitted, doing everything in your power to keep looking at him. Reaching into his mind. Asking him if it was still alright.
Sanjiβs seat scraped across the floor. He got up, turned around, pushed it back with his leg.
βWait, please. I will make something ready in a minute.β
βSanji-kun?β
βYes, Nami-san, my dearest?β
The redhead slipped a piece of paper across the counter. Sanji, currently preoccupied with making dinner, couldnβt yet give it his full attention.
βWhat is this, Nami-san? A recipe you would like me to try? I will do anything you want, my love, but Iβm afraid I canβt check it myself right now. Could you read it aloud for me,please? If you donβt mind, of course.β
βThis can wait. Itβs not for me.β
Sanji shifted. Have you come to your senses? For how long? Were you lucid right then or was it brief?
βNot yet,β Nami admitted as if having read his very thoughts. βBut I have a feeling itβll happen soon.β
Sanji nodded, turning back to his cooking, squeezing the panβs handle until it felt like it would burn through his skin to the bone.
A new plate with the treat Nami and you tried at a restaurant in that town you left a few days ago was now put before you.
βHey,β you called with widened eyes. βIsnβt that- How did you make it?β
Sanji didnβt answer.Β He went around the table, sunk to his knees before you and embraced you around your waist with shaking arms, careful not to disturb your injuries.
βSanji?!β
βDonβt do this,β his shaking increased. His tears seeped through your bed clothes. βPlease, never again. Donβt do this to me. Please, donβt be so reckless. Donβt do this, please,Β donβt do this to me again.β
You bowed you head down and hugged him closer.Β
βIβm sorry,β you whispered into his hair, caressing his shuddering back. βIβm sorry I made you worry.β
βPromise me.β
βPromise,β you swore into the night and the days to come.
The door flew open, revealing a breathless, teary-eyed Chopper behind it. And the rest of the crew with him.
βI said Iβd come up if anything changed. Couldβve waited, you jerks,β Zoro grumbled, a tired smirk spreading across his features as he talked.
That night the recipe from that scrap of paper was perfected through repeated servings.Β
info/tags: spoilers for wano... kinda? sfw, fluff, all fluff. a lil' goofy, plot is kinda w a c k y, kaido almost kills you but not in the way you think β and i can't he just looks so silly 'n lovely. i wanna hug him so bad 'n swing him around like a whip. look at him, LOOK. and cloud divider by: @benkeibear !!
summary: as the fight continues, you can't help but worry for luffy. you decide to reach him... and you realize it was stupid of you to think he'd be in trouble.
"Luffy!"
Specks of dust littered everywhere. Debris replaced what were once massive boulders, crumbling beneath the force of one of the Emperors of the Sea and the man who would one day become the King of Pirates; your captain.
Your eyes widened at just how battered the top of Onigashima was. You shouldn't expect any less from them, but it still baffled you. They were so unbelievably strong. So strong you couldn't help but be worried.
You believed in Luffy, of course, you did. But when fighting such monsters... even he could have a hard time. So you made it your job to reach the top floor and get to him, the same medicine Zoro was infused with resting in your hands (you stole it) β it was no easy task and probably the dumbest thing you could ever think of, but somehow, you managed to do it. Surprise overtook you before as guards were taken out by a surge of haki coming from above; one that managed to shake you too. It was tremendous. You felt a little light-headed from it, but thankfully you handled it well.
As tremendous as it was, you could tell who it was from. It wasn't from Kaido, no. Some of the shockwaves you felt before had violence, brutality, and bloodthirsty intent oozing from them. This one, however, was very different; almost... warm.
Then, you reached the top. And here you are.
Other than the landscape, the air around you was rather chilly. Distinct from inside, another dimension altogether. Too cold, somehow refreshing. A shudder traveled down your spine, goosebumps all over your skin. The moon above was lustrous, the sky limpid and not as bleak as before. You felt at peace.
Which was weird considering...
"OOOOH!"
There was a dragon coming right towards you.
"... H- huh?"
Jaw slackened, eyes widening β your expression morphed from concerned to straight-up comical in less than a second. There was Kaido, in all of his glory, flying in your direction at probably a thousand kilometres per second and you remained still, not even running because whether you did sprint away from him or not the outcome was still the same. Death.
That one time you do something dumb you regret it. How could you possibly dodge that gargantuan lizard? You were an ant compared to him β wait, were you dreaming or he looked as shocked as you? β you were done for.
"AAAAAAAH!!"
Screams tore from both of your lungs in unison. Then, the ground beneath you turned... malleable, making you lose your balance and fall β the long blue dragon right above you crashing in a nearby pillar, pebbles and rocks scattering like fireworks. You, on the other hand, were sent in the air thanks to the elastic pavement.
Boing, boing, boing.
Perhaps luck was on your side... strangely enough. The floor felt oddly comfortable; soft yet stiff, the texture not at all feeling like dirt and rocks. Groaning, you pushed yourself up, shaking your pulsing head, the ache faintly going away.
"Heeeeey!"
Then, a call; one that made you snap your neck with how swiftly you looked up. Not just a sound. It's him.
Your pupils dilated at the sight β he was so... different. And yet, it was still him.
"Oh? Oooh? Is that you? It's you! It's you!"
How sweet his voice,
"It's youu~ it, is, you!"
how warm his presence,
"Look at me, look at me! Heeeey! Look at me!"
how lovely he himself.
"Ah..."
"Shishishi! You're looking!"
Your heart might've stopped at that moment. Did he know? He seemed to know. Grinning, laughing, ah, he's coming closer and closer. Luffy, Luffy...
The little mantra in your head replayed in your mouth, his name slipping out unconsciously β the corners of his lips curving up; broad, glowing, and so so familiar, so comforting. His hair seemed velvetlike to the touch... Perhaps it resembled rubber? No, marshmallows. He was a big marshmallow right now. Was he even real?
"Yeah! That's me! It's me!" twirling, bouncing, flailing around; he did not stop at all. Oh, no, he didn't β not until he saw you laugh. Not until he heard that precious sound. He had to do it now that you were here. You were worried, weren't you? He could tell. That slight inclination of your brows β He had to ease you!
There was nothing to worry about.
... If only he knew you were just analysing him with extreme concentration.
"See? See?"
He spread wider and wider, his arms suddenly changing course and going straight towards you β at the speed of light. He's so, so energetic for no reason. But he always was, wasn't he? And you've always loved it.
"Luffy..."
You wanted to ask what happened to him. How he felt, how he was, what he was, what was going on. But nothing left your lips, other than a breathless, inaudible mumble of his name. It made him laugh, and with that same buoyant tone, he shouted yours. You could not help but melt further.
"Yeah! It's me, it's me!"
It's him. Luffy. The tottery wobble of your knees quickly became a full-on quake, you couldn't move, you just couldn't. He seemed to β no, he knew. Your brief struggle, your sudden hypnosis.
At that moment, something, in the back of his mind, called to him,
"Come to me. Please come to me."
And it oddly resembled your voice. It came from his heart. Instinct, perhaps β plain as that. Who was he to not follow it, he who always did? It was alright. You didn't have to move at all. He'll come to you.
"I'm coming there! I'm right there!"
His hands finally grasped your shoulders after he yelled. So precious, so... silly. Yes, it's him. He hurled himself like a rocket, just to briskly stop right before you, his face now smashed against yours. His appearance was so different... so adorable. He will always, and inevitably, be him,
"Luffy."
"Shishishi! Hey! Hello!"
Not even Heaven could compare to him. Nothing could compare to him.
The biggest grin on the planet β his cheeks, faintly pink and so warm under your palms, were crinkled as he showed all the rows of his teeth. Dazzling, rotund vermilion eyes met yours, twinkling moreso at the sight of you. You looked so pretty right now. Did you know? He always thought you looked pretty. But you had something different now, something he couldn't describe with words. Though his tongue wouldn't collaborate, he could tell it was positive. You... you'reβ
"You look weird!" ironic how he spurted out those words when he's the one that metamorphosed. Even his clothes... once a vibrant red, now a blinding white.
"Ah... it's justβ you're..."
"Me?"
Luffy tilted his head, his grin remaining. "You're wonderful, lovely, ethereal," is what you wanted to say if only your voice hadn't failed you, stuck in your throat, struggling to be liberated. A few moments passed, your mouth agape and your captain happily waiting. Then,
"You're..." something came out, "so, so...Β beautiful, Luffy. I can't... you know?"
Ah, there it is.
See, he knew! And so, he laughed. And laughed, and laughed, and laughed; boisterous, contagious laughter that never, ever ends, the one you could hear every time you were down, for he would always bolt there where you sat, no matter what. A constant reminder that you were never alone. He will always be with you.
"Hehehe. I do!" chuckles and giggles seeped from his sentences, rending them clipped and broken. So warm, so warm β your chest mimicked his soon enough, sweet laughter bubbling from your throat too, lighting him up. If a fire was in his heart, now there was a whole festival. Your voice was so, so..! You know?
"You, pff, you do?"
"Yeah! Hahaha, I do! I do!"
If anyone were to see you both, they'd probably think you were out of your minds. You could picture it, your friends scolding you both, just to laugh after too. It was, so normal, so simple, yet it made you smile even more, and that caused him to do so too.
And then, then, he couldn't help himself; please forgive him, okay? He really couldn't help it! Those limbs that stretched so far to grab you, were now enveloping you both like a cute little present β hehe, a cute little present! β getting tighter and tighter, but not too much, just perfectly. Torso heaving up and down, his curious, rough yet tender hands coming to rest on your cheeks, his chortles fortissimo as he poked, pressed, squished them; nimble fingers pinching and pulling the skin, making you giggle even more. It did nothing to ease the heat within you, oh no it didn't. There was only more. More, more and more.
Was he greedy? (He was,) Look at you β you were so happy! You're enjoying it! You're laughing! He wanted to see you happy, always. The crew, his friends, you, you...
Maybe he was a little greedy (so greedy.) But for you, he'd gladly be.
"Oh, Lulu... Luffy!"
"Yeah!! Yes! Heheeheh!"
You both managed to pepper each other with some kisses β his giggles so cute and mellow β before the reality of the situation struck you both. The enemy's sluggish roar rang in both of your ears,
"Oi, Strawhat! What the hell are you doing, getting all kissy-kissy with your partner? I thought we were fighting!"
Right. Your captain was supposed to free this country. You both forgot.
"Oh, right! Kaido!" he perked up, untangling himself from you and shifting his attention to the enormous blue reptile, "Sorry, I got distracted. It'll take no time, just watch!" he tenaciously said, though a noticeable pout was on your lover's face.
"Yβ yes, Lu... Go kick his ass." you muttered dreamily, a dumb dopey grin on your face, as you watched your boyfriend building a weird-looking cage with the floor to "protect" you before goofily walking up to Kaido, bouncing around in a frenzy like a spring.
All that was left was the show. And boy... did you have fun watching him beat that overgrown reptile up β your cackles fuelling the Warrior of Liberation. Soon, he'll hear the others, too. Soon, everyone's laughter will echo in this land, free from torment. He'll have a big, delicious banquet with you...
Iβd like to request Luffy with Fluff prompt 9 plz !!! If someone else already claimed it thatβs okay :)))
Love your works, your writing is beautiful !!! <3
πππππ πΏπΌππ ! β
prompt ; βyou know, they call that an indirect kiss.β
character ; luffy
warnings ; sanji is simping over reader...guess that insinuates reader being female but you can pretend sanji is simping for whoever. gender isnt explicitly stated
note ; hi anon!! thank you for the compliments!! nobody has done this yet so here u go <3
EVENT INFO ; EVENT MASTERLIST
Hot days on the Sunny were the days that almost everyone would be on deck. Robin would be reading a book, Nami would be suntanning, Zoro would be training, all the while Luffy would be playing some game with whoever would be willing to play.
Luckily or unluckily, this person happened to be you. It was surprising how much energy Luffy had. He manages to run around all day and still have some energy left over at the end of it.
You groaned as you plopped down on the floor, Luffy sitting beside you.
The sun was beating harshly on everyone, and Sanji took this as a time to hand out popsicles; though only for 3 people. You, Nami, and Robin.
"For you, Nami!" Sanji said, handing Nami a popsicle. She didn't even turn to look at him, grabbing the popsicle without a word -- and that was more than good enough for Sanji.
He moved onto Robin, handing her one as well. She smiled at him and took the popsicle. Then finally he came to where you were messing around with Luffy.
"And..for you!" cooed Sanji, handing you a red popsicle that has already started to melt slightly because of the heat.
"Oooh, thanks Sanji!" Luffy beamed, attempting to grab the popsicle from Sanji. He was met with a kick to the head.
"This isn't for you, idiot!" Sanji yelled, then turned his attention back to you. His demeanor changed almost instantly as his eyes turned to hearts. "Here you go, Y/N!"
You muttered a thanks, grabbing the popsicle from his hand, and Sanji happily skipped back to the kitchen. You put the popsicle in your mouth and began sucking on it. It left a nice coolness compared to the harsh heat.
"Hey, that's not fair! Why do you get one and I don't," Luffy pouted, sitting up from where he was sent to the floor from Sanji's kick. You shrugged in response, even though you knew exactly why.
It seemed Luffy got an idea since he began to smile brightly again. You raised an eyebrow, curious to what absurd idea Luffy could have this time.
βHey, why don't we share?β Luffy suggested and you almost spit the popsicle out of your mouth from his words and you felt warmth rise to your cheeks. He blinked, not really understanding what was wrong with his suggestion.
βLuffy, I put this in my mouth,β you explained, now holding the popsicle in your hand.
βYeah, I know,β He simply responded. Luffy stared blankly at you, fixing the straw hat on his head.Β
βIt has my germs on it,β you continued explaining, trying to get Luffy to understand your point.
βI never got sick before! Iβll be fine!β Luffy said with a smile, giving you a thumbs up. You sighed, knowing that once he made up his mind you couldnβt convince him otherwise. Even still, you didnβt want to share this popsicle with him. It wasnβt about him getting sick. Your crush on your captain was painfully obvious to everyone but Luffy, and if anyone found out that you two shared a popsicle? You were dreading that outcome.
βWell, I know, but-β you began, but Luffy didnβt give you much time to explain yourself before stretching his arm and attempting to grab the popsicle from your hand. Luckily, you reacted quickly and moved it just in time.Β
He whined. βIβm hot! Just a lick!β Luffy stretched his arm again towards the direction of the popsicle, and just like last time you moved it away before he could grab it. His frown turned deeper and you almost wanted to give in and give him the popsicle just so you could see his smile again.
βLuffy, youβll bite the whole thing off!β You yelled back. It was now a continuous back and forth, Luffy attempting to grab the popsicle while you pulled it away from him at the last second.
After a few minutes, the popsicle had basically melted due to the scorching heat. You sighed in defeat, handing Luffy the popsicle. There was no point in eating it anymore. Luffy happily snatched it from your hands and took a lick.
βThere! You can have some too!β Luffy beamed.
It took you a second to respond. You were preoccupied by the fact that Luffy didnβt bite the whole thing off as soon as he got the chance.
βI donβt want the rest. You can have it, itβs fine,β you explained and Luffyβs smile dropped slightly. He scratched the back of his head, taking another lick of the popsicle.
βHm...are you sure?β Luffy asked and you nodded in response. βWell, okay then!β He said and immediately shoved the whole popsicle down his throat β with the stick. Was he really holding back so he could share with you? You shook your head and cleared it of its thoughts. No. Heβs your captain. Thatβs all it was, and all it will ever be.Β
A little bit later once you and Luffy went your separate ways on the ship, Nami came up to you. She seemed to be the only person who witnessed what happened earlier. βYou know, they call that an indirect kiss.β
ever since gojo fell for you, he's been doing nothing but improving his technique.
when he first developed his infinity, it wasn't good enough to have "on" at all times. then he honed his skills and learned to minimize the power he uses to run his infinity at all times. when you came into the picture, he knew his infinity would be a problem in terms of intimacy. how can he protect himself without putting up a barrier between you two?
shortly after getting together with him, you noticed that you were able to touch him anytime you wanted, and the pillows you had thrown at him had all touched his skin. he must have his infinity off, you suspected. but when you saw a leaf fall off a tree and bounce off his head, and when you saw the baseball his students hit at him fall to the ground instead, you realized that he had altered his technique to automatically separate your touch and your things with everything else in the world.
one hot summer afternoon, when you were in his office with your head on his shoulder, you learned that he had extended his infinity to include you. he had called his students to his office for a quick chat, and he had insisted that you stay to "keep him on track," so you did. to recover from the burning weather, his students brought popsicles and threw one at you to share. you reached out to catch it but the popsicles stopped in the air, just 2 cm away from your palms. both you and his students turn to look at gojo, and he just blinks and says "oops," turns off his infinity and the popsicle quickly falls in your hands. the realization that no one can harm you when he's within reach sunk into your mind, and you couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, thinking about the fact that he had gone out of his way to change his technique protect you.
those are just the changes you've noticedβthere are many more changes that he hasnβt gotten around to tell you and you havenβt noticed yet, but you know heβs made them for you.
i wanna be a hayakawa child too pls can u write gn reader living with aki denji and power (mainly focusing on aki being a dad cuz it's funny to me LMAOO) and if you feel like it can the reader be a bit younger than denji and power maybe 14-15? just some random kid they picked off the streets and who aspires to be a devil hunter like aki
PART OF THE FAMILY
PAIRS: p!denji hayakawa x reader ,, p!power hayakawa x reader ,, & p!aki hayakawa x reader
WARNINGS: mention of starvation and uncleanliness ,, angsty attributes overall. reference to suicide, but not detailed at all-no character death. poor self-esteem (aki)
CIELO'S NOTE: this is so over the place but i hope its still okay!! there is no makima in this okay so we are all happy and living together in #peace because thats what everyone deserves... i seriously need to start proofreading
ONE ASSUMPTION MANY SHARED ON WHAT TYPE OF PERSON AKI HAYAKAWA WAS THAT HE WAS HEARTLESS. he seemed so, with that stoic expression and nonchalance of his in many situations where he shouldβve shown distraught. but aki was the direct opposite of everything that word conveyed, all the antonyms of it gathered because aki wasnβt heartless, he was compassionate, just discreetly so.
although when the rumors of aki being heartless were asked to him, heβd say he was. it was only because he truly dreamt of being that disconnected from the world so he could just feel the immense pain and sorrow that continuously flooded his veins every minute of the day just disperse just for a second. but even this plain out rejection of the true caring quality he had; it could never be erased. as much as he agreed to the rumors and attempted to force this indifference people assumed of him, he did a number of selfless actions in the shadows that would always prove that he just couldnβt be that person.
so, even as he tried to still yet again close himself off from being humane, he couldnβt help but feel that familiar quality of caring when he had saw your malnourished body shivering in the alleyway. you were just a kid, younger looking than the idiots heβs grown to love. your eyes gleaming still, and it guffawed him that you still had that light in your eyes.
seeing you also reminded him of himself, when the gun devil massacre occurred and had left him as lonely and shivering as you were now. thatβs what ultimately led him to stretch out his hand towards you. he wouldnβt allow anyone suffer the same fate he had been bestowed of, not when he has the choice to prevent that. he took the part as your sort of saving angel, despite his personal belief that he was still more of a corrupted being.
he told you then that you could only stay with him till you could pick yourself up, ideally a week to get some food in you and hydrate as well as bathe. but that week ultimately turned into two weeks, then three to four until it turned into months and to the point where the days are still counting.
youβve got a drawer of clothes in akiβs dresser now, pair of shoes fitted in-between the space of denjiβs and akiβs at the front door. you even have your own home slippers, a different color from the rest of the residents in the hayakawa household.
you were part of the family.
now it wasnβt hard to warm up to power, and in a short time you both were so close she said you will be her right-hand when she becomes president, learning that the role she deemed for you is actually called vice-president from a tired aki during dinner.
she's certainly overwhelming, with her shameless antics and loud boasts, but you donβt mind. it's better than the loneliness the streets gave you.
she uses you as her alibi or brings you in when she gets a scolding from aki so you could defend her, and because aki blatantly has shown that he favors you more than others she always gets off the hook.
besides that, βabuseβ which aki calls it, power has her own way of doting on you and showing she does truly care, such as throwing out your vegetables during meals, so you won't endure its βnastinessβ (that's what she says.)
she lets you play with meowy, and there are times you two and the kitty fall asleep together on the sofa, which has become your favorite pastime. power is unbelievably warm, and oddly soft to the touch. she crawls and latches onto you like a koala, and cradles you like sheβs protecting you from the outside world. she lets you in on pranks and dangerous activities that lead aki to give her another scolding, and a firm warning to you.
denji is different, but not in a bad way. he at first was annoying and rejected you, but that was till he learned why you live with them, and then he started to warm up because you also reminded him of himself. he treats you now like power, doting on you with a faux annoyance at first to the action. he bathes you if you're too tired, and lets you poke and prod him and gives you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before you slip in the sheets of akiβs bed for the night.
he honestly looks after you more than he does for himself, making sure you're fine and well before he thinks about what he needs to do for him. that ends in late nights where he comes back from a mission and is so exhausted and weak that you help him swallow down a meal aki cooked earlier, as he hadn't eaten in many hours but made sure he begged aki to make dinner your favorite meal before he left.
what he does for you makes you choke back a sob at night when you think about it and how truly kind he is at heart.
but neither the softhearted but unhinged siblings of yours could take the place of akiβs as your favorite out of everyone in the unofficial family. aki hayakawa gave you everything, the normalcy of a domestic life that you were sure you wouldn't have been able to gain back out in the dirty alleyways. no one can ever top the amount of gratitude and admiration you have for the stoic man.
thereβs also something special about how aki treats you, it's a contrast from how he is perceived. he treats you softly. you at times have to pout and tell him you're not a toddler because of how gentle he is, which he always gives out a breath of a laugh and a ghost of a smile in response.
he buys you anything you see, within certain extents, when he brings you out with him for mundane things like grocery shopping. and even then, any expensive item you like will end up in a couple weeks' time in a gift bag by your side of the bed.
theres also the fact of when you first came to live with them, and when everyone, including yourself, warmed up, he learned how to braid your hair. he wanted to help you out, as your hair had grown out a lot from the amount of time of you were out there. he learned the simple braid and that was your hairstyle till he reluctantly picked up scissors and watched a video on the decided hairstyle you wanted, even buying other products to keep up the maintenance your hair needed.
he was ultimately the father figure you dreamt of on those cold nights on concrete, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better so that's why even with denjiβs selfless acts and powerβs constant love nagging he still remained your favorite. even with his grumpy and nonchalant attitude, you loved him.
and aki equally loved you, so hearing your new boasts of how you wanted to be just like him made his heart stop and his breathing hitch. it was quite clear that aki didn't have a great self-image of himself, he was a man previously living solely on avenging his family, he was rage and depression bottled up and living on the brink of breaking, until you and the others came along. but that inner turmoil still left its fragments inside of him, and aki didn't ever want you to feel or be the same way as him. he doesn't want you to endure the mornings where he has to remember he has people that truly care for him now, that he has people to live for, to protect, so he wonβt make a life altering decision.
he knows your words come from a good heart, aki knows that you see him as your savior and he feels a little better at the thought of being a saint to someone such as you. but he still grimaces internally when you state youβll be as great as him, he loves you so much that it hurts in good and bad ways when he hears your idolization. heβs not what you think, he tells himself, but you do. youβve grown to know who he is underneath that tough facade and still continue to want to be like him.
you admire his strength for what he has endured, and want to be like him in that aspect. you want your compassionate quality to be as large as his so you could help people like he helped you. heβs your favorite, through in and out and you want to be everything he is.
this all brought you here, standing in front of the television and blocking the comedic show from your unofficial siblings and father figure. they all stared at you, denjiβs brows furrowed with an open jaw that you guess is about to let out an annoyed question to what you're doing, whilst power just stared at you with the same intensity denji had, while aki just bored his attention onto you.
βhey! what are you-β
before he could finish the sentence, you had predicted to note, you looked straight at aki, a newfound determination set on your features as you clenched your fists.
βi wanna be a devil hunter jusβ like you!β
your words reverberated against the walls of the apartment, and you could see the eyes of aki and denji widen in reaction, but to your surprise you could see more shock coming from aki. you had thought about this decision for a while, your admiration blossoming for aki as each day passes and it's become so overwhelming that you couldn't just not take an actual step towards being just like him.
denji smirked, puffing his chest as he let out a sigh. βah, i knew youβd want to be as good as me!β he exclaimed, and your own brows furrowed, and you drifted your attention from aki towards your brother who took the direction of your statement to himself. βwhat!? not you, idiot!!!!β you rebutted, which resulted in an obnoxious laugh from power, her body falling to the floor as she held her stomach and kicked her legs, spurting out words of insults to denji as he started to argue with power in frustrated embarrassment.
the bickering got louder as the two started to fight, and you chose to ignore them like always and looked back at the stunned aki. the man sat there still with crossed legs, but his gaze seems clouded as he was lost in thought.
βaki?β you said, moving to sit down on the floor next to him, his glossed over eyes moving with you as he kept his stare on you. the man then blinked, once, twice, before he seemed to snap out of his world.
aki knew youβd eventually start to take steps towards your admiration, but not this soon. it was endearing and scary and oh so overstimulating to think about your decision. but he knew you long enough that the determination of yours could never die out, the proof being the light that still gleamed in your eyes on that day he found you.
βreally? are you sure?...β his words are soft but had a firm tone, and his seeming acceptance to your words throw you off a bit. you nod after a few beats of silence between you two, the bickers of your siblings drowning out in the background as you focused on the conversation with aki. βyes. i want to be jusβ like you aki.β you confirmed, and before he can refute that he isn't everything you say he is you speak again. βi wanna be able to be strong enough to protect people i love jusβ like you, to save others so they dont leave behind people who will be on the streets like me.β the explanation that falls off your lips made akiβs bustling mind quiet for seconds, your words being drunk in by him.
then, he nodded, slowly, then reached out, moving your body to rest against his side as your head found place in the crook of his neck and your body unconsciously melts into a cradle position beside him. his left hand stretches to rest on the arm that's tucked in front of your body, and the other is placed on top of your head. it was his last chance to properly shield you from the world before throwing you back in it.
βokay, weβll start with basics, no devil contracts or actual battles just yet.β
CIELO'S SECRETS !!
aki legally adopted you so your last name is actually hayakawa! your siblings are still waiting to gain their actual hayakawa last name :P
i rewrote this 5 times and i still cant seem to like it >:( but this one was the best version! i liked writing about the siblings tee hee.
contents. non curse / modern! au, dad! suguru, mom + fem! reader, reader is referred to as βmommyβ and βwife,β life with your daughters nanako and mimiko <3, embarrassingly self indulgent once again
suguru is pridefulβyou have to hold back a giggle as he gives you a short glare, unwilling to back down.
βit looks good,β he grumbles. youβre not sure if heβs trying to convince you or himself. βitβs great. stop being a jerk. the girls worked hard.β
βof course,β you nod, biting back a grin, βyou look lovely. you hairβs never been better.β
βi can hear the laughter in your voice,β he accuses.
βiβm not laughing!β
he raises a brow, and you canβt help it. you giggle. his hair is positively ruinedβthere are knots and tangles and clips everywhere. you donβt know where one nest of hair starts and where the other ends. everything is everywhere at once and suguruβ¦.well, suguru is trying to convince himself this is okay.
itβs for his girls, he reminds himselfβanything for his girls.
βyou just laughed,β he mutters, looking into the mirror. his eyes are alarmed, but for prideβs sake, he throws on a carefree look as he shrugs. βi look like their princess. they said so themselves.β
βwell, iβll give you a point for sweetest dad ever,β you hum, pulling out a loose clip. βbut i deduct five points point for falling asleep on watch duty.β
you come home from work and find a sleeping suguru at the foot of the couch with two toddlers hunched over his shoulders, working diligently at his hair. itβs cuteβthe way he looks as he sleeps peacefully, the way they look as they giggle and twist strands of dark hair with their small fingers. itβs heartwarming and makes you want to keep the moment frozen for just a bit longer.
but then you realize that irresponsibly, suguru has fallen asleep with two toddlers in the houseβone of which (you eye a certain blonde) is a bit of a troublemaker.
βnegative four?β he gasps, wounded.
βnegative four,β you affirm, shaking your head in disappointment.
βi couldnβt help it,β he pouts, βitβs soothing having two sets of hands play with your hair.β
βwell, good luck getting this mess out of your hair,β you chuckle, turning to step out of the bathroomβbut suguru is quick. his hand snatches your wrist as soon as you take a step.
βhang on,β he tugs, pulling you back in, βyouβve gotta help me with this.β
βi thought you said it was fine,β you raise a brow, βit shouldnβt be much trouble.β
βi havenβt see you all day,β he insists, βcanβt i have a relaxing shower with my wife as she washes my hair?β
βi showered this morning. see you after yours thoughββ
βokay fine,β he deflates, rolling his eyes as he looks off to the side, βthis isβ¦.gonna take a while to fix.β
you grin victoriously. suguru grumbles under his breath.
βalright,β you poke his cheek with a satisfied smirk, βiβll help you. if you say pretty please.β
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βdaddy you changed your hair,β nanako whines in despair as soon as suguru steps out of the bathroom. you stifle a giggle as he looks down at her in alarm.
βsweetheart, daddy just had to shower andββ
βmaybe he didnβt like it,β mimiko mumbles quietly from the side. her voice is glumβand like the doting mother you are, your smile drops as you feel your heart ache.
βwhat? thatβs not true!β suguru sputters, βi loved it! mommy loved it too, right?β
the two girls turn to look at youβand because you have long realized that motherhood is the gracefulness of putting your childrenβs feelings above all else, even if it means lying straight through your teeth, you nod with exaggerated vigor.
βof course!β you say enthusiastically, βit was so unique! iβve never seen daddy look soβ¦.pretty.β
suguru shoots you an unimpressed look as you bite your lip in amusement.
βhe was a princess!β nanako brightens, a happy smile erupting over her lips. suguru grins as he melts, pinching the soft flesh of her cheek gently with a low hum.
βi was,β he nods, βwasnβt i beautiful?β
βoh, yeah,β you snort, βway too beautifulβyou might dethrone me.β
βmommy we can make you a princess tooββ
βwho wants dinner?β you cut mimiko off quickly, smiling through the panic, βi bet everyoneβs hungry!β
βme!β nanako raises her hand enthusiastically and you sigh in reliefβcrisis successfully averted. but only for now, you suppose. the devious look suguru gives you tells you this wonβt be the last time the suggestion is offered to you.
βwhat a shame,β suguru sighs dramatically, βi wanted to see you all dolled up. maybe next time.β
and then he reaches down and pulls both girls into his arm, filling the room with giggles as he nibbles on their cheeks affectionately and saunters off to the dinner table. you canβt help but smile softly as you watch his retreating figureβsuguru was made for fatherhood, you think, he fills the role so effortlessly.
and thenβ¦.you hear a thump and a hissed curse under his breath in the distance.
βmommy, daddy said a bad word!β nanako calls, earning a panicked no i didnβt! from your husband. βnow heβs lying,β she adds.
wellβ¦.no one said he was perfect.
i just know nanako is simultaneously a daddyβs girl who also rats him out and tattles 24/7 bc she thinks itβs funny when he gets in trouble
Prompt: Satoru and his girlfriend Y/n are in an argument over his celebrity crush on Inoue Waka. Y/n is ignoring Satoru which absolutely drives him crazy.
Pairing: Satoru x reader
Warnings: some swearing, light light light smut (making out), gojo being gojo
Word Count: 7k
Notes: this is set broadly around season 2 episode 2 plot, with some clear changes from the original episode. riko and suguru are included.
βYou changed your home screen?β Suguru commented nonchalantly. He took notice of the sudden alteration to his friendβs phone almost immediately. The difference wasnβt hard to spot seeing as the last two years all Satoru had used for his background images were various photos of his girlfriend, Y/n, whom he loved showing off.
Suguru was accustomed to the photos being circulated in a never ending pattern, Y/n and Satoru at the beach, Y/n in a scandalous position she beat him into removing, Y/n sleeping on his chest, Y/n and him sharing sweets, Y/n on her birthday grinning widely as she sat in front of her cake, the couple doing mud masks together, Y/n in front of the eiffel tower, and so on, however it was entirely new for him to see the famous, bikini clad Japanese model as his friend's home screen instead of his girlfriend. Suguruβs brow was raised as Satoru chuckled to himself.
βTo Inoue Waka.β Gojo smiled in triumph, like he was in some war that he had finally found the upper hand in. βY/n and I are in a fight- itβs certain to get a reaction out of her.βΒ
Despite his explanation, Suguru found himself lost in confusion. Only a night prior to leaving for their mission to protect and deliver the star plasma vessel, Geto had been sitting in attendance as he witnessed the couple's one of many bickering sessions. He really couldnβt blame Y/n much, seeing as he also found himself disagreeing with the white haired prodigy on the regular as well, yet this fight was one hundred percent, without a doubt in his mind, Satoru Gojoβs fault. Being as the argument was his wrong doing, Suguru couldnβt understand why his friend would sink himself deeper in the grave with his strong willed girlfriend rather than admit he messed up. And he certainly couldnβt see how an image of another woman- a model their argument steamed from, in a bikini too tight her boobs were practically over spilling from, would help his case.
The pair seemed to forget where they were until the young voice of the vessel of Tengen-sama herself reminded them of her presence.Β
βListen to me!β Riko shouted, irritation lacing her words. The young girl was set to explode off on the boys like a firecracker for their rude behavior in dismissing her heartfelt declaration on becoming one with Tengen-sama and Tengen-sama one with her, when suddenly the mention of the feminine name caught her attention. βWait, Y/n?β She questioned. Riko didnβt see another female insight besides Kuroi but she sure hoped there was a sane female mind among the brainless men sitting among her.Β
At her words, the man with hair white as snow leaned against the couch and ran a hand along his face. He narrowed his gaze, giving the girl a leer as if he found it ridiculous he had to explain who this Y/n was to her.Β
βMy strikingly beautiful, insanely stubborn, bratty, gorgeous girlfriend.β He moaned as his head fell back against the sofa, like the explanation was difficult enough. Through his dark rimmed glasses Gojo looked over to Riko, changing the topic all together. βI bet you donβt have many friends if you talk like that.β
βWe wonβt have to feel bad sending you off.β Suguru muttered.Β
βI talk normally at school!β She expressed in an exacerbated tone, then quickly stepped forward pointing an accusing finger in the white haired manβs face. βAnd itβs you who shouldnβt have any friends! You certainly donβt deserve a girlfriend if youβre calling her a brat behind her back, you should be ashamed of yourself!β She reprimanded.Β
Suguru lifted his gaze, intrigued by her final comment. Satoru didnβt actually think of his girlfriend as a brat, but of course Riko didnβt understand how the couple worked and there was no time to explain how Gojo called his girlfriend a brat in an endearing way- unlike his usage for it towards her. When Gojo used it towards Riko, he meant it. If they had the time, Geto might even explain how Y/n commonly refers to her boyfriend as a βtrust fund babyβ or βa prickβ, both of which are factual, yet itβs out of love between the two.Β
Satoru ignored her quip, finding her opinion on his relationship totally useless. He knew his love for Y/n was larger than his will to live, yet he saw no point in expressing that to this girl. Riko didnβt know one thing about his relationship with Y/n so why did he care what the girl thought? Sure, he probably did sound like a complete jerk, however he couldnβt care less if the star plasma vessel before him found him to be a bad person for what she was hearing.Β
Suguru glanced at Satoru, curious to see if the sorcerer was going to give a reaction however the six eye holder simply scrolled away on his phone, searching for the perfect image of his celebrity model crush to use as his lock screen.Β
βSchoolβ¦β She mumbled out. βKuroi, what time is it?!β
Satoru, Suguru, and Kuroi all sat scattered around the abandoned outdoor pool of Renchoku Girls' Junior High, all thinking of different things. Kuroi found herself reflecting on the time she spent practically raising the young girl who would soon be sacrificing herself as a vessel. Suguruβs mind wandered to how they were going to keep Riko safe until making it to Jujutsu High. All Satoru could think about was why his girlfriend wouldnβt answer his calls. Dangling his shoes above the water, Satoru kicked at the murky water in vex as yet another call went unanswered.Β
βHuh?! She keeps sending me straight to voicemail- Suguru, let me borrow your phone!β Satoru failed to turn around as he extended his arm behind himself, impatiently awaiting Getoβs cellphone.
Begrudgingly Suguru dug his phone out from his side pocket and handed the cell phone over to his hysterical friend. He had already seen this play out a million times before and was positive the outcome would be no different; Gojo does something easily avoidable and pisses Y/n off, they get into an argument because it physically pains Gojo to admit his wrong doings, Y/n ignores him, he pretends heβs fine and acts as if he enjoys the distance created, that lasts for a few hours at most, then Gojo acts like a crazed person trying to get his girlfriend to respond while she is clearly still upset.Β
Miles away in Tokyo, Y/n saw the face of her good friend Suguru pop up on her screen. Her brain screamed it was just her idiot boyfriend trying to convince her to speak to him. Maybe it really was Suguru calling to inform her of their mission. Hesitantly, Y/n accepted the call and lifted the phone to her ear.
βHi, pretty girl- uh?! She hung up on me!β Gojo shrieked as the line went dead on the other end. He pulled the phone away from his ear and stared the the screen in disbelief, almost as if the mobile device had zapped him like an electrical shock. His mouth hung wide, a look of absolute astonishment polarizing his features. A few moments of staring at the blank screen passed by, Gojo awaiting a returning call from his love to declare it was all some prank, yet nothing came. Suguru outstretched his hand towards his friend,
βSatoru, can I have my phone back?β
The blue eyed man gave an over exaggerated groan then carelessly tossed the cellular device back to its rightful owner.Β
βFine. Ugh! Canβt believe how dramatic sheβs being! Just wait until I get back to Jujutsu High and donβt share any of my mochi with her. Sheβs going to have to wait at least a week until I give her that necklace I bought.β He huffed like a child. Resting his chin in the palm of his hand, Satoru gazed out at the pool. From behind he could hear a chuckle from his friend, causing him to turn his head. As expected, Suguru was chuckling to himself at his expense. Squinting his eyes, Satoru sent a scowl, unimpressed at Suguruβs amusement over his situation.Β
βWell, you did go on an entire rant to her about how hot Inoue Waka is, how sheβs your dream girl, then you told Y/n youβre only dating her because Inoue Waka hasnβt returned any of your fanmail-β
βThat was a joke.β Satoru dismissed his argument, shaking his head, still playing a blind eye to his wrong doings.Β Β
βAnd you said Y/n is lucky to be dating youβ¦ so, one might call her response reasonable.β Sure, Suguru was Satoruβs friend first, but he was also Y/nβs friend and he had no issue telling Satoru the truth when he was in the wrong, like he was now.Β βNot to mention the new background which is sure to warm her heart.β Suguru pointed out. Gojo preferred to convince himself that his partner was wrong, although the nagging voice in the back of his head claimed otherwise. An abrupt quip from Geto on two of his cursed spirits no longer roaming around Riko sent all three sprinting to find her location, and still, even while the choir girls and sensei fawned over him, Gojo could not stop replaying his earlier fight with Y/n, wondering what he could do to get a response from her.Β
Satoru and Riko were currently running from the chapel on her school grounds- well, Satoru was running while he had the young school girl hoisted by the back of her uniform. An unexpected attack had caused a bump in the road and now Gojo had to protect the girl on his own until he could find Suguru, not that the task would be difficult by any means, Satoru simply had his mind elsewhere. Speaking of elsewhere, his cell phone started ringing from his side pocket, and before he could reach for the mobile device, the young girl plucked it out in one motion. Satoru went to steal his phone back when she raised the phone to her ear and, as if it belonged to her, answered the call meant for Satoru.Β
βEh? Give that here-β Gojo reached his hand to snatch his phone back from Riko, yet instead she pulled the device right to her ear and began rambling. If she wasn't on the mission Satoru was certain heβd have dropped her off the building right then and there, but he had no time to make another effort to yank the phone as he needed to reach higher ground. It wasnβt until Gojo heard the sound of his girlfriendβs voice that his heart dropped straight to his ass. βOh noβ, he thought.Β
βIs this Y/n?β The girl eagerly asked. A far off voice replied, making Gojo reach out once more to snatch his phone back, only for the vessel to jerk her head away from his grasp. He knew there was no time to stop, he had to get to higher ground and then he could steal his phone back and make things right with his girlfriend- he just hoped Riko and her big mouth wouldnβt taint that chance for him.Β
Before he could try to reason with the girl and convince her not to say anything more, Riko began rambling and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Gojo could sense another curse user in their perimeter and knew it was essential for his focus to remain on keeping the vessel safe, even if she was a pain in his ass.Β
βMy name is Riko- yes, I am! Listen, your boyfriend is a total selfish, inconsiderate, self obsessed jerk! He barged into my choir class all high and mighty and bathed in the attention as the girls swarmed him- he even took his stupid little glasses off for them to all swoon over his eyes! He was totally leaning into their lust for him! My sensei even gave him her phone number-β
βAh! Hey! Give me my phone back- are you trying to get me murdered?!β Nope, ah uh, not happening, Gojo thought as he tore his cellphone away from her hands. Riko turned to look at him, but the mix of fear and absolute terror on his face kept her words at bay. He sent the girl a cold glare, electric blue eyes narrowed in frustration. βMy girlfriend is-β
The abrupt sound of his beloved girlfriend screaming at him sent Satoru back to reality as he glanced at the phone screen, then resentfully lifted the mobile to his ear.
βHi, princess- whyβre you yelling?! I donβt know what this crazy girl is talking about-β
Even Riko was experiencing a small twang of regret as the manic shouting on the opposite end of the line seemed to worsen with every passing second. As far as only knowing the cocky sorcerer for less than a full day, this change in posterior surprised her. Riko was taken aback to see him practically cowering at the words the girl seemed to be seething. All day he had been ranting and raving about how powerful he was- clearly the conceited type, yet here he was nearly shaking like a leaf as his girlfriend scolds him. Riko wonders for a brief moment if she shouldβve minded her own business.
A minute more of screaming and cursing passed until Satoru seemed to find his voice, or rather thought of a viable excuse, and nervously cut the girl off.Β
βIβve got to go, a curse user attacked! See you later, my love!β He hurriedly smacked his finger against the red button on the bottom of the phone, desperate to end the call as quickly as humanly possible. Riko stared up at him as she dangled above the ground, and as their eyes met, Gojo rolled his, displaying his anger towards the girl as broad as daylight.Β
Gojo scoffed down at the girl as he continued to hoist her above the earth by the back of her shirt, carrying her as if she was a briefcase, or bag of groceries, though certainly not as one should hold a human. Riko huffed, folding her arms across her chest, but Gojo paid no mind to her emotions, too upset with her actions and interjecting herself in his personal relationship. Jumping to the building to their right, a childlike huff heaved from his chest.Β
βJeez, youβre really a handful, brat. Now Iβve got more of a mess waiting at Jujutsu High for me.β
After the pair met up with Suguru and Kuroi, the four were beyond ready to be inside the safety barrier of Jujutsu High and left at once. After arriving at the school, the sun had long since fallen and the sky was teetering between a navy and black shade. Suguru gave his partner a curt nod, gesturing his head towards the dorm rooms, insisting he could handle escorting Riko into the tombs of the star corridor. Satoru sent his friend a grateful smile, bid the vessel and her guardian a farewell, then took off for the dorms. A small, minute, fraction of him was going to miss the kid, but she agreed to her destiny and up until now, seemed relatively pleased with her choice. Satoru jogged up the steps of the dormitory until he finally reached the fourth floor, the floor only occupied by female students. It wasnβt hard to locate Y/nβs room as he had snuck in past curfew more times than he could count, he reached her door with ease.Β
His knuckles tapped against the wooden door, allowing less than a fair second to pass before he jimmied the handle. Usually a locked door would be a sign to walk away and try again in the morning, but Satoru only saw it as a slight hiccup. Pulling a credit card from his back pocket, Satoru slid the heavy black card through the slit between the frame and the door itself, shimming the card down to the lock while simultaneously twisting the knob back and forth. He gave the handle one quick turn to the left and abruptly the door swung open causing him to stumble less than graciously into the dimly lit room.Β
Creeping in, Gojo carefully shut the door behind him and fully stepped into the dorm. The pink clock on her desk flashed half past midnight, but he knew his night owl of a girlfriend was sure to be awake, despite the eerie silence in the room. Tiptoeing his way towards the bed in the corner, Gojo let out a whisper,Β
βPrincess, Iβm home! Are you awake?β
He sat himself on the edge of the mattress, placing the large shopping bag by his feet as he cautiously examined the heap hidden under a pile of blankets. Running his hand up and down the smooth fleece, Satoru could feel someone shifting around underneath. He leaned his head down, bending his body at an awkward angel, to rest it on top of what he assumed to be her side- that was until an elbow pulled back from under and collided sharply with his temple.Β
A pained yelp sounded as he jumped back in surprise and fell to the floor causing a βthudβ to sound out. The figure on the bed threw the covers off her head as her fiery leer met Gojoβs stunned expression.Β
βNo.β She sneered. Though this did not deter the boy as he had previously prepared himself for an attitude filled reunion- especially due to how their last conversation had ended. Propping himself up to his feet once more, Satoru was determined to try again.Β
βI brought you presents- look!β He rustled through the paper bag and yanked out four neatly wrapped parcels, and smiled while shoving his outstretched arms towards the glaring girl. However she refused to move, and instead continued murdering the sorcerer with her deathly scowl instead. Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, gesturing to the boxes in his arms once more. βCβmon, pretty girl, you gotta open the gifts-β
βWhy donβt you go give it to those choir school girls- or what about their instructor-β A taunting laugh fell from her pink lips. βBetter yet, send it to Inoue Waka and see if she finally responds to your love letters!βΒ
βOh, cβmon, pumpkin! Are you really still upset about that?β Gojo whined. Here he was, bearing gifts in hand, and she was still angry about something that happened so, so long ago? Gojo ran his calloused hand across his face.Β
βStill upset? It just happened today!βΒ
βIf itβs any consolation, those school girls werenβt even in high school so they were way too young for me anyhow.β And none of them compared to you, he wanted to add. Y/n tossed from her position in the bed so her face was now peeking out between covers as her eyes flared. If the situation wasnβt so serious, Gojo would reach out to pinch at the cute chub of her cheek and comment on how adorable she appeared, yet he knew better than to try to weasel his way out of this one.Β
βAh, so you were flirting with a bunch of children and a cougar? Sounds a lot better that way, Satoru.β She shot back, sass soaking her words. Her rebuttal had Gojo rethinking his words. The issue with dating a woman like Y/n was she was far more intelligent then himself and simply didnβt fall for his handsome looks and boyish charm, which Gojo relied on when it came to the opposite sex. Not that this was a bad thing, so to say, it was actually one of the thousands of reasons why he loved her so much- she wasnβt shallow minded and saw him far beyond his outward appearance. Setting the presents on her freshly organized desk, Satoru ran a hand through his hair and awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck.
βTechnically, it wasnβt flirting in the sense youβre thinking of, I had to distract the class with my charm and good looks so I could sneak Master Tengenβs vessel out of class- I wasnβt lying about us being under attack by another curse user, that was true!β
βWhat about her number, huh?β Y/n scoffed.Β
βShe offered it, but I never accepted it.β Luckily he was telling the truth and Y/n believed him. Despite trusting his confession, she didnβt do anything more.Β
A silence greeted the couple, neither certain of what to say next. Y/n lifted the blankets from her lap and stood from her bed in front of her boyfriend. Sure the gesture was small, but Satoru took her willingness to step closer to his frame as a good thing as his arms reached out to pull her body against his in a bone crushing hug. His forehead pressed against her shoulder while he kissed the spot. Y/n thought about pulling away for a second, she thought about making him work harder to gain her forgiveness, but his arms felt far too comforting around her body for her to shake him off. With his head buried in her shoulder, Gojo glanced up to Y/n, a softness in his eyes as he spoke,
βDo you forgive me, pretty girl? Iβm sorry I made you upsetβ¦ I donβt like it when youβre mad at me.βΒ
When she didnβt answer right away, Gojo lifted his head from her so he could properly look her in the eyes. He could visibly see the clouds of anger clearing as she quietly stared back at him. His hand then moved to wrap around the side of her face, his gentleness causing her to melt against his palm. She desperately wanted to smack his hand away, curse him then send him off to his room for the night, but she couldnβt. His touch sparked a series of shivers through her body which only made her long for him to pull her closer.Β
A grin broke across his features as he accepted her lack of resistance as approval for his apology and began to move closer towards her face. If she slapped him away, then heβd know he misread the signs, but she didnβt. Their faces were so close in distance Y/n could smell the welcoming scent of peppermint swirling from his parted lips. These were the times she found herself grateful for his sweet tooth, it usually made for sweeter kisses. Wordlessly, Y/n pushed herself to close the distance and pressed her lips to connect to his. Gojo hums as he dips his head lower to gain advantage as he deepens the exchange.Β
His mouth is warm against hers, inviting, as he kisses her. She can feel his tongue as it slips inside her mouth, almost like it was entering its second home, seeing as easily as it made itself comfortable and friendly against her own. Her fingers gripped at his white strands, pulling his face closer. All the frustration, all the emotions she had been experiencing towards him for the last day melted into the kiss. Satoru had one hand wrapped around her waist, holding her middle against his hips and his other swooped up around her lifted arm, leaving his hand to rest on the back of her neck, not letting her pull away even if she wanted to.Β
Y/n could taste the strawberry chapstick on his lips, the same chapstick he had stolen from her only a week prior. He wasnβt lying, the taste was addictive. Gojoβs lips captured her bottom in a heated move, sucking on the skin with the slightest hint of friction as his teeth light delved into the plumpness. She had no time to muffle the moan passing through her, to which he smirked at the sound.Β
A sense of shame washed over her once she realized he had won the silent battle. Instead, Y/n yanked at his hair from the root and pulled his lips back against hers, kissing him with such force he nearly stumbled back a footing. Gojoβs eyes widened in the middle of the kiss, surprised at her boldness and the way her tongue was invading his mouth. He could feel the material of his uniform growing tighter as his jeans constricted against his crotch. Y/n sucked on the silky smoothness of his tongue, small smacks sounding as she dominated the heated makeout.Β
A shudder danced down his spine at the feeling of her hand pressed against his groin, his hips subconsciously grinding against her palm. Rubbing her hand along the zipper Y/n toyed with the cool metal, silently teasing her boyfriend as a means of revenge for his actions. Just as she began pulling the slider down, her lips pulled away from him at once, much to Satoruβs disappointment. His mouth hung low as a small whine sounded.
Y/n simply ignored his childish ways, and reached for the bottom of her shirt, causing him to smile once more. Peeling the shirt that belonged to him off her body, Y/n threw it to the floor then fell back against her mattress, motioning Gojo over with the flick of her wrist. Satoru stalked towards her on the bed, almost like a predator sneaking up on itβs prey. His eyes held a look of hunger she rarely saw but bathed in the heat searing from it.
Climbing over her body, Satoru placed himself so he was looming above her, his zipper hanging half undone. Y/n tilted her head, pretending not to understand the look on his face. Gojo shook his head then leaned his face so his lips could skim against her exposed neck. He let his mouth trail up the side of her skin, hot breath fanning over her coolness. His hands lifted to grope at the covering of her bra, giving the material a tug. He came to a stop once his mouth was pressed against the shell of her ear, his voice sending a wave of pleasure straight to her core,Β
βI love it when my princess is being a little bratβ¦ think I need to put you back in your place.β
Without warning his lips attached to her neck and harshly began to suck at the skin, surely leaving a trail of blotchy red marks. Y/nβs whole body hitched at the overwhelming rush of excitement, her hips lifting only to be shoved back into the mattress by his own which hovered barely an inch above.Β
She let her head fall to the side, allowing Satoru more access to her neck, her eyes hardly opened as she basked in the tingling his mouth brought. Hands traveled up and down his back, nails lightly scratching against him as her body wormed from his lips making love to her skin. Y/n nearly closed her eyes all together, she nearly allowed herself to get lost in his kiss, that was until a distant βdingβ caught her attention and the phone beside her head lit up.Β
A text notification from Suguru popped up on Satoruβs phone, but that wasnβt what caught Y/nβs attention, no, her fixation settled in on the nearly naked photo of the famous model Inoue Waka. The same Inoue Waka that sparked the original fight between the couple, the same Inoue Waka Satoru called hot, the one he declared his dream girl, and same Inoue Waka Satoru said heβd be dating if sheβd give him a chance- Y/n was fuming in rage. Pushing both hands on his chest, Y/n physically shoved Satoru off her body causing him to tumble off the side of the bed. His hands flailed out in an attempt to grab for stability, although failed as he rolled to the wood floor, his back smacking against the ground. Gojo laid still on the floor, his mind still trying to process the whole event as he rubbed at the ache on the back of his head. Sitting up straight she reached out for his phone and held it in his face as she screamed,
βAre you fucking kidding me, Satoru?! You put Inoue Waka as your background?!β
βHeheβ¦ that was meant to be a jokeβ¦β The fear in his voice transcribed in shaky words as Y/n chucked the phone at him, barely missing his face as he lunged to the side. She snatched his shirt off the ground and threw it back on, covering her chest as Gojo scrambled to grab his cellphone.Β
βFine, Iβve got an even funnier joke for you,β A taunting smile full of hidden anger laced her lips as her finger jutted towards her door. βGet out!βΒ
His face fell all at once, a deep pout tattooed on his lips. Maybe he shouldβve listened to Suguru earlier when he insisted this was a bad idea- if heβd had listened to Suguru, the two would probably be tangled in her bed sheets by now, but no, Gojo had to press her buttons even further. Opening his phone, Satoru clicked on the most recent image of Y/n and faster than the speed of light, set the photo to his new lock and home screen.Β
βAw, cβmon! Iβll change it right now- see! Look, pumpkin, itβs a picture of my favorite girl-β Gojo flipped his phone around, allowing the bright screen to illuminate Y/nβs face. She glanced up, and Satoru watched in utter confusion as her expression went from upset to lividly irate. His heartbeat multiplied in rate, obviously terrified of the disturbing reaction she held to seeing her face on his phone, or what he thought was her face.Β
βYou fucking asshole.β She growled. If this was his idea of a practical joke, Y/n was ready to make him single. Gojoβs eyes grew like a mass, quickly turning his phone back only to see what caused such a profuse reaction. The image hadnβt changed and was the same exact photo as previously of Inoue Waka propped up on her knees sitting in the sand as her breasts nearly poured out of her excuse of a bikini.
βShit! I promise I thought I hit save- just give me a second, Iβm panicking!β He screeched. His fingers moved at the speed of light as Satoru helplessly tried to set his girlfriendβs smiling face as his background, hoping to at least save some ground between the couple. What he failed to notice in his alarmed state was Y/n reaching out for her phone, scrolling through her photo album and setting a new image on hers.Β
βNo, no, itβs fine, Gojo, really. Iβll just change my background to a picture of my favorite guy.β The smile she wore was not one of love, no it held more malice, evilness like she had just completed a plot to end the world. Satoruβs head nudged to the side, his eyebrows pulled together in a line of skepticism.Β
βIβm already your background, princessβ¦β He mumbled. Clarity was granted as the girl tossed her cellphone, to which he caught with ease. Clicking the power button, Gojo gave a dramatized gasp.
βIsβ¦ is that Suguru?! Howβd you get this picture? Did he send this to you? Oh my god Iβm going to kill him-βΒ
βI think he looks cute.β Y/n smirked. Obviously it was all a ruse to get back at him for his immaturity, but she couldnβt help the sense of pride creeping up at the over the top reaction from Gojo. The photo itself came from a night out the couple shared, one with their usual third wheel, Geto. Four shots in and five mixed drinks, Suguru was having quite the time, which led to a gallery full of images that he insisted the three took together- and if Gojo would look a little closer, heβd notice the small wisps of pure white hair sticking out from the edge of the cropped image, but Y/n didnβt need to tell him that, it was far more amusing to see him frantic.Β
Large blue eyes pleaded up at her as Gojo kneeled in front of the bed, his hands folded like prayer.
βPrincess, please put my picture back! I changed mine back to you- please!β
Her finger tapped against the blush to her cheek, pretending to be lost in thought. This was pure torture as Gojo continued to beg at her feet.Β
βHm. Iβm not sure- I do have a picture of that adorable first year Haibara in there somewhereβ¦β No, absolutely not, that was Satoruβs last straw. No way in hell would his beautiful girlfriend have a photo of that first year sorcerer always obsessed with impressing Suguru as her background- never ever! Gojo was already annoyed their peer favored his best friend over himself, but having his own girlfriend joke about giving them attention, fuck no.Β Holding her phone above his head and out of her teasing reach, Satoru screeched,Β
βAh! Youβre going to replace me with a first year?! What?!β
Folding her arms in a crossed fashion against her chest, Y/n gave the hysterical teen a βtold you soβ glare.Β
βNow you know how I felt.β She said matter-of-factly.Β
Satoru had to physically bite his tongue to keep the word βbratβ from tumbling past his lips. Yes, he used the term as one of endearment, but that was when the two were in their usual jovial mood- now was not the time and now. Gojo understood what she was hinting at, he got the message she was referring to their earlier argument and the various comments he had made towards the famous model, but that didnβt mean he agreed with her. In his mind, there was a clear difference between joking about having a crush on someone in the public eye and joking about having a crush on a fellow classmate.Β
βWell at least my background was a celebrity that I have no real chance with. If you asked that first year out heβd probably say yes on the spot then pass out- and Suguru would say yes just to spite me!β His voice was teetering a cry as he threw his head against the bed.Β
βI would never actually ask them out, Satoru. In case you havenβt noticed, I love you. Why do you think I was so upset about all those things you said before you and Suguru left? You basically admitted Iβm not your dream girl but some famous, perfectly perfect model, who I look nothing like, is. Then you went on about how lucky I should feel being with you, as if Iβm not already insecure about our relationship.β Gojoβs heart sunk at her words, regret filling his insides. βIt hurt my feelings, Satoru.β
βIβm sorry, princessβ¦ I really am. I never meant to hurt you, I guess I thought I was being funny butβ¦ itβs really not true.β For the first time in maybe ever, Satoruβs tone sounded different. His voice no longer held that casual cockiness and confidence it usually oozed, no, he sounded timidβ¦ possibly the most serious heβs ever sounded in his life. The man who played life like it was the board game itself now stood before the woman he loved looking scared. Y/nβs face scrunched in question, slightly taken aback by the sincerity he expressed.Β
βWhatβs not true?β
βWhat I said about Inoue Waka, sheβs not my dream girl, you are.β Satoru stated. He needed Y/n to see the truth to his words, to believe she was the only girl for him, because she was. As fun as it was to tease his girlfriend, it was only amusing when she was in on the joke. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Satoru could see now how truly uncomfortable she was with his comments and it made him feel like a piece of shit knowing he planted a seed of insecurity in her mind.Β
It was almost as if Gojo could see the shield Y/n placed around herself, around her heart. She was a hard one to crack, but getting to be the soul she finally let inside meant the entire word to Satoru and he had no intention of breaking that trust ever again.Β
βAnd Iβm the one whoβs so fucking lucky to get to call you mine. Youβre everything I could ever ask for in a girlfriend and more. You put up with me and youβre the only person who ever laughs at my jokes- and you know all my favorite snacks and treatsβ¦ you even know all the things Iβm scared of, which losing you is at the top of my list. Iβm sorry that I ever made you doubt us, or made you feel insecureβ¦ I really am sorry, Y/n.β
The room turned quiet as Gojoβs confession hung in the air. Y/n didnβt speak, she wouldnβt even move. Instead, her eyes planted on the blanket in her lap, mindlessly losing herself in the pattern while her mind raced, replaying his words over and over again. Gojo examined her odd behavior, part of him perplexed at her lack of response. Y/n had a response for everything, for every situation. For the first time in their two year relationship Gojo was witnessing her in a speechless state, and for as much as he joked about her bratness and stubborn ways, he hated not hearing her voice. A minute passed until Satoru decided he had enough of missing her sound. As he opened his mouth, about to ask if she was okay, a shout sounded from her throat.Β
βUgh! I hate when you do that!β Y/n cried out. There was a thin row of salty tears teetering her waterline. Dread filled Gojo at the sight. He never meant to make her cry. Standing to his feet Satoru sat himself next to her on the bed, his hands reaching out to grasp her own in trepidation. His thumb drew anxious circles across her skin, a method heβd learned that usual calmed her down, yet her tears steadily fell.Β
βW-What? Do what?β He asked in a wavering voice. With her free hand, Y/n harshly rubbed at her eyes, wiping the tears that continued to roll down her reddening cheeks. A few splashed against his hand that clutched hers, but he didnβt care. A scarlet ring formed around her e/c eyes as she glanced up to Satoru, a mix of agitation and sadness filling her.Β
βWhen youβre all sweet and say things that make my insides feel like theyβre all mushy and- ugh, I hate how much I love you. Itβs so annoying!β She cried out.Β
A wave of solace splash his bay at her words, along with the returning embrace as her hand squeezed his. He let out a sigh of relief, grateful his words had caused good tears this time. Bringing her hand up to his face, Gojo danced a trail of kisses along her knuckles and smiled. Still holding her hand, Satoru lightly urged the girl to lay back on the mattress and he climbed in next to her. Her head rested softly against the pillow, Gojoβs arm encircling her waist as he turned her body to face his. Once he could see her beautiful face, he let his hand wrap under her chin with a feather light grip.Β
βI happen to love how much you love me, pretty girl.βΒ
His lips pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, then placed another to her forehead, then lastly a chaste and loving kiss to her lips. Y/n nuzzled her head against his touch, the shakiness to her breathing beginning to slow. Gojo removed his hand from her chin as he felt her wiggling closer until her head was laid up on his chest. The sound of his heart beat echoed in her ear and she cuddled into his warmth. A comfortable blanket of peace took control of the room as the couple enjoyed the feeling of holding one another. Satoruβs hand ran up and down her back in an act of comfort. His touch always made her feel more at ease. The moment of tranquility lasted a good portion until Y/n briefly pulled herself away from Gojo, an unfamiliar gleam to her gaze. Satoru tilted his head, unfamiliar to the unusual look, when Y/n lifted her hand to stroke the side of his cheek, as she spoke in a mask of sweetness,
βI swear Satoru, if you ever set Inoue Waka as your homescreen again, Iβll murder you then chop your body up and dump it in the ocean.β One might expect a rational response to such a threat would be fear, not Satoru Gojo. A cheesy grin broke out as his hold tightened around her body, pulling her closer to him.
βI know you will, princess, and thatβs why I love youβ¦ even if you are a brat at times.β
Her hand smacked against her arm, faking a pout while snuggling further in.Β
βShut up, you love me because Iβm a brat.β She remarked. They both knew it was true. Satoru could feign annoyance over her attitude, he could pretend she was too βdifficultβ for him, but in all honesty, bratty was exactly the way Satoru loved her.Β
contents. manga spoilers, satoru keeps the scars bc thatβs character development ok, post canon, insecure! gojo / reverse comfort, you sit on his lap, ig angst to fluff, embarrassingly cheesy look away pls :,)
satoru, since heβs come home with those scars, has always evaded your hand. youβve tried a few times, have reached out to cup those cheeks you miss holdingβbut heβs managed to grab your hand and kiss it every time.
itβs smoothβlike everything else he does, satoru dodges your touch smoothly. with an easy grin. with a teasing glint. itβs slick and all too natural, and almost undetectable. but you know him better. you know him better than anyone has had the pleasure of knowing him, you like to think. and you know that satoru doesnβt let your hand meet his cheek, not even the edge of his jaw, on purpose.
βgood morning,β you smile, reaching forward to lay a hand over his face. satoru, with his eyes still closed (as expected), grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss to the back as he hums.
youβre almost certain he can sense the way your lips tug into a frown.
βmorninβ sweetheart,β he says lowly, βwatching me sleep? thatβs a bit creepy,β he teases.
βi canβt help it,β you hum, βyouβre too handsome.β
this is rareβgiving satoru compliments easily is rare. usually, you make him work for them, keep him waiting on the tips of toes before finally giving him that praise you know will go straight to his inflated ego. but sometimes, like now, you think he deserves to hear itβunfiltered and raw and filled with truth.
satoru is handsome. always has been. always will be.
βaw,β he cracks an eye open, βmaybe i should let myself get scratched up a bit more. maybe youβll talk nice to me more often.β
βi mean it, toru,β you frown, insisting, βyouβre handsome. so handsome.β
your hand reaches for his face again. he turns his head this time, feigning a yawn as he stretches before sitting up. thereβs a slight bit of tension in the air now, his lips tighter in his smile as he hums before turning to you and poking your nose.
βwell, arenβt you sweet,β he smiles almost bitterly.
you havenβt seen his smile reach his eyes for a while. he doesnβt meet your gaze through the mirror in the mornings as you brush your teeth together anymore, doesnβt wink at your reflection and make you roll your eyes. he doesnβt spam your camera roll with pictures of himself anymore when youβre in the bathroom, doesnβt leave you with those silly faces and smug grins that make good wallpapers. he doesnβt even crack those annoying jokes anymore, doesnβt whine for you to admit heβs the most handsome guy youβve ever had the pleasure of meeting as his face digs into your neck.
instead, satoru dodges your touch. he kisses you briefer these days, avoids looking in the mirror, smiles like he has toβnot like he finds a reason to.
βyou donβt believe me?β you ask gently, furrowing your brows, βyou know iβd never lie to you.β
βi didnβt say that, did i?β he asks, waving a hand casually. βcβmon letβs go brush our teeth. you donβt wanna kill me with that morning breath do youββ
βsatoru, youβre still handsome, you know,β you say gently. you decide to rip the bandaid off as you add, βeven with these.β
for the first time, your hand manages to reach for his face without him pulling away. you think itβs more out of surprise than anything, that itβs because he wasnβt expecting you to be so straightforward instead of trying to be subtle like usual. for a second, you think he might just put his infinity upβbut he doesnβt ever. not around you.
but you can see it, the way his knuckles twitch a little like heβs clenching them. the way heβs so still, itβs almost like heβs willing himself not to tense. the way he doesnβt even lean into your touch like he always does.
he doesnβt want your hand on his face, but you stroke a thumb over a scar anyway, cupping his cheek as you study his face up close.
itβs still himβstill satoru with that sharp nose and those rosy cheeks, still satoru with those long lashes and perfect jawline. thereβs rough, marred bits of skin that meet soft, supple ones. you feel over the dips of where each scar starts slowly, committing each one to memory.
theyβre newer parts of him, ones you donβt know very well yet, ones that remind you of the ugliest parts of the worldβbut theyβre a part of satoru now, and anything thatβs a part of satoru can never be ugly. no matter where they come from, no matter what theyβre a reminder of.
not if itβs him.
βyou think so?β he asks with a tight grin, βis my money maker still money making?β
βdonβt be greedy,β you quip, βyou have plenty of money.β and then, softly, you add, βbut iβd pay a good fortune or two to wake up to this every day.β
βgood thing i give it to you for free,β he hums, βiβm generous, you know?β
βwhat a catch,β you grin, βgenerous, strong, rich,β you list, making an amused grin stretch across his lips, βhandsome,β you add. his smile falters a bit at that. βsatoru, iβm serious.β
βoh, i love when you get all serious,β he whistles. heβs deflectingβyou expect him to, but youβre not backing down. one leg swings over his hips, and then youβre climbing onto his lap, right there where he canβt avoid you. but he finds his attention to your lips, still smooth as ever as he avoids meeting your eyes.
βsatoruββ
βoh? you want to do this already? itβs barelyββ he makes a show of glancing at the clock before turning back to you with a suggestive grin, ββnine am. but i guess we can have a little fun beforeββ
βi donβt care about these, you know,β you murmur, pulling your head back when he leans in for a kiss. your finger lightly traces the scar by his left cheekbone, making him frown.
βsee? youβre basically admitting you have to look past them,β he groans frustratedlyβitβs the first time satoruβs acknowledges his scars. itβs the first time heβs finally let himself look upset without trying to hide it behind a forced grin and a dry chuckle.
βi donβt,β you frown, βsure, theyβre new,β you admit softly, βand i donβt like being reminded you got hurt. but theyβre not uglyβyouβre always pretty.β
βthereβs so many,β he mumbles, βtheyβre everywhere.β
βi think theyβre cool,β you shrug, βthey make you look tougher. less like a spoiled princess.β
βhey,β he pouts, βiβm not spoiled.β
βyouβre a bit spoiled,β you chuckle, playing with the hair at the nape of his neckβhis lips quirk up, and you canβt help but notice how real it looks for once. βbut i suppose you deserve it. not because youβre handsome though. because you deserve good thingsβjust for being you,β you insist.
his lips are quivering a bit, and heβs blinking faster now. you ignore it, though, taking your sweet time as you lean down and kiss along the edges of every scar on his face, tracing your lips along where the old skin meets new.
βthatβs cheesy,β he mutters, βnow you sound like a therapist.β
βi mean it,β you say firmly, βand i meant it when i said youβre handsome too.β
βhandsomest guy youβve ever met, right?β he bats his lashesβtheyβre a bit hopeful, though, and you smile as you gently kiss the corner of his mouth before nodding.
βdefinitely,β you nod, βyouβre the prettiest.β
βam i?β he grins, βnow iβm more spoiled. whoβs fault is that really?β
βiβll allow it for today,β you snort, βtoday you can be spoiled. iβll humble you tomorrow.β
βweβll see,β he hums.
your hands cup his cheeks as you lean down for a kiss, and satoruβs hands clasp over them gently, holding them in placeβand when you kiss him delicately, like the sun meets the moon as your lips touch, like your world revolves around him as pull him closer, you think satoru is unfairly handsome.
and youβll have to remind him that a bit more often.
ΰ§ΰ PAIRING: maki zenin x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)
ΰ§ΰ ABOUT: having maki as a girlfriend is to be treated like a spoiled princess! nothing but the best for her favorite girl.
ΰ§ΰ CW/TW: SFW. no-curses au, maki is kind of despised by the zenin clan but she still has A LOT of money, this is like a sugar mommy fantasy im not gonna lie but with TONS of affection and no sex. reader is the daughter of a lesser family. everyone is around 21-26. reader is not exactly a bimbo, but i wrote that thinking about a bimbo-way of acting. this is kinda of nonsensey?
ΰ§ΰ A/N: english is not my first language and I wanted to write about Maki buying stuff to her gf. this is my first time posting anything I write, im sorry!! i hope you like it.
MAKI is used to disobeying zenin clan's orders. she owes them nothing, and never will. despite her insistence on breaking the rules, they refuse to let her out of the gilded cage that is this family. so she makes things difficult for them.
she thought things couldn't really get good. that even with her eternal struggle, she would still be forever subjected to a putrid rockbottom with no escape. no light, no guiding star. there's when you show up.
the first time she sees you is at a diamond viewing party. of course, a jewel auction for the three clans to squander their wealth, but also for the heirs β the real diamonds β to come forward and form bonds. if not for the arranged marriage, then for the fun and drinking. the illusion of choice gleaming in the eyes of those naive ones makes maki's stomach turn.
most heirs are annoying. she has no idea where mai is (and frankly, she couldn't care less), the youngest boy of the kamo clan is being annoying. everyone is completely stressing her out, not realizing it's all lambs heading to the slaughter. in their lives there is no real life or joy. they will enjoy their families' dirty money, but they won't be happy. everyone is pretending everything is fine, and it's getting on maki's nerves.
so, she grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and leaves the party, her feet leading her to the most secluded place in the house: the garden. only issue is, you had the same idea. sitting on an elegant bench and surrounded by flowers, there's you. it looks like a damn movie scene, she thinks when her heart skips a bit. you don't seem willing to put on a mask to please your family either, if you're sitting on a cold night alone in an elegant garden.
she can see you're trying not to shiver, but the sleeveless dress they've chosen doesn't help against the biting cold. at least the zenin gave her a white (fake) fur coat courtesy. then she walks over, takes the fur off her shoulders and puts it on yours. you look up at her, frowning. you look cute when you frown, she thinks.
βyou're going to freeze to death here. keep the coat, I don't need it.β she says simply, sitting beside you without asking. but she didn't need to ask. you were happy.
maki took a sip of champagne, and you took a moment to study her. the black dress hugged her curves and showed off her muscles well. she had an aura of confidence, her hair shorter than most women's. it looked like she'd been through hell and come out stronger. though, you thought, not even Dante could have written such a beautiful, angelic figure.
βso, i'm Maki.β she introduces herself with a smile. you smile back at her. βand you are?β
and that's how it started β the gateway to her paradise.
maki hangs up the phone without a second thought. she doesn't care which idiot wants to marry her. she has everything she needs right here, now, in front of her. she wants to focus on that. you're in an expensive mall coffee shop, finishing your orders when she gets the call. another marriage proposal, another refusal.
βMaki?β your soft voice pull her out of her thoughts. it's like being called by an angel. because that's what you are. her angel. βare you alright?β
βyes, darling, don't worry.β she gives you a reassuring smile and moves her hand to rest over yours on the table. it makes you smile and one day, she swears she's going to combust over your smile. it is the most important smile of her life, the smile she will protect without hesitation. βis the coffee good, angel?β
the petname makes you flustered. you nod, sipping on the coffee. it's the kind of stupidly expensive store, even for a coffee shop. the seats are comfortable and the food is simply delicious. your girlfriend loves to spoil you, after all.
βyes! it's so nice.β
βperfect, dear. do you wanna go to that clothing store after you're done with your food?β
maki can go a little overboard sometimes, but spending money on your favorite things is her way of her showing love. gift giving. moreover, it's an excuse for her to see you trying on nice clothes, feeling good, turning around to show her the extent of the fabric. to her eyes and her eyes only.
the store is so fancy, and has every kind of dress, and it's perfect. she totally let go of her schedule, because no matter how many boring meetings the zenin want her to lead β sitting on a comfortable fancy sofa and watching you twirl in cute dresses is a much better way of spending her time.
βMaki, look! this one is so pretty!β the dress you show her, your favorite color, is amazing on you.
maki is sprawled out in the elegant sofa with light-tone pillows. the whole appearance of the store makes her much more evident, the dark green hair and the black and white laid-back suit make her look powerful. but that's the fun in your dynamic: she's the resting bitch face girlfriend, and you're the one in a cute dress, spending her money like it was your own. because is. all of her is yours.
βyeah. it is.β she smiles softly, raising one of her arms and moving her index finger to call you. βbabe, come here. you like this one, right?β
you nod, coming closer. god, you're so pretty, she can't help but think.
her heart is yours, completely in love with all the ways you act. her soul is intertwined with yours, fate decided to bring you together permanently, that's the feeling she has. she is absolutely and completely lost when it comes to you β no one can take her love like you do. and nobody can love her like you do.
maki holds the hem of the dress, feeling the fabric between her hands. she meticulously evaluates, but her biggest focus is on your smile, your happiness β and of course, the dress actually looks great on you. it's a perfect win-win: you look comfortable and pretty.
βso let's take this one too and a couple others. pick whatever you want.β she moves her head to look for an employee. next to your girlfriend, on the same sofa, there is already a pile of dresses of your size. βexcuse me, my girlfriend wants to see more dresses like this.β
she says the title with possession, smirking. she grabs one of your hands and bring it close to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
βanything else you like, angel? buy anything you want. we'll be using my card.β
Hmmmm can I request Angel visiting his work buddy in the hospital after they get hurt during a fight, and he's like frustrated at them for not taking better care of themselves, and then he accidentally confesses his feelings for them while they're arguing????
Eheheh sorry if this was a bit unclear or anything + feel free to change the prompt if you wanna!!!!
care for you
pair: angel devil x gn!reader
warning: not fully proofread! mentions of death, injuries, hurt/comfort almost? no use of y/n
a/n: ending is not the best but i hope its still okay!
by the looks of it, angel guessed it was going to rain soon. the color of grey enveloped the vastness of the sky, the sight of the usual beaming sun not even visible. clouds painted in monochrome continued to mold together as fog continued to fill in the streets of the city.
angelβs mind focusing on such a miniscule thing such as how the weather is made him realize how hard heβs trying not to focus on what, or rather who, is in front of him. adorned in a white and blue dotted gown instead of the rather formal devil hunting uniform laid in his line of sight was you, his assigned work partner.
although, many personal boundaries have been crossed between you two to the point he could call you a friend instead.
angel grimaced at that thought, since when was he a person to allow others to get so close that he could say they're friends? never, and that's why he was honestly unable to fully comprehend the fact that you slipped through the cracks of his walls and became so close to him to be a friend.
so close that you unknowingly have become a vital part in his daily life that the fact couldn't just be defended with platonic reasoning, to which he blocked out that nagging voice in his head that said so.
although because of his lack of the ability to distance you from him, he was encased in swathing worry for your wellbeing as you slept bandaged up in the hospital bed.
and this, genuine concern for you, was an unaccustomed feeling he did not greet with open arms. this distraught over your injured body made him feel heavy, and his skin warm. it made his mind race with possibilities and outcomes he would usually never think about, as angel was never an overthinker. at least, till now.
he just couldn't stop the flooding thoughts about what could've happened, what should've happened instead of what did. the better outcome of the fight between you and him with the devil you both were sent to rid of. angel believed that your choice to push that pesky little kid away and take the hit was incredibly stupid-
βh-hello?β
your voice was meek, certainly different from how you usually sounded. it was fragile, and raspy that the simple greeting sounded almost as if the words scratched your throat. angel hated how, weak, you sounded.
he stood up from the chair placed beside the bed you were laid on, and in quick movements he found himself hovering over your sickly face, and he couldn't block out the rising rage at the sight of how lidded your eyes were from exhaustion.
you shouldβve never saved that kid.
with the glimpe of angelβs familiar face, your eyes strained to widen and your brows unfurrowed just slightly. that small facial change in expression caused his heart to pump faster at the idea of you becoming relaxed at the sight of him.
βangel..where am i?β confusion was evident in your tone, and he understood why. you had blacked out upon impact of the deep lacerations given from the devil when you saved the boy, body dragging across the road from the momentum.
so waking up in a blinding white room instead of the (at the time) muddled blue sky and a seething devil, was understandably confusing.
βhospital, you got knocked out.β he said, tone unchanging from the usual monotone one he had. although, his eyes betrayed his nonchalance act, his irises gleaming with pools of dripping worry.
βohβ¦ is he okay? the kid?β
your words hit angel as if he was the one who got clawed by the devil, how could you worry about some kid? angelβs brows furrowed and he wasn't able to hide the way he got frustrated.
your drowsy state started to drift away as you came to grasp your senses, and you could tell that angel was seemingly upset. ever the caring person, you disregarded your own seering burn on your back and focused on why angel was clearly a bit ticked off.
βangel?..β the serene sound of how you said his name made his heartbeat pick up, but he couldn't be so easily cooled off just from the tone of your voice right now.
βwhy do you care about some..kid!β he blurted out, and your eyes widened at the intensity of how he spoke. you attempted to sit up, and with that angel reached out to help, his instinct to care for you not blocked out by his annoyance at your actions.
βwhat do you mean?β you replied, a pout starting to form on your lips and that sight made angel hitch his breath for a second. anything you did seemed to get a reaction out of him, and that itself made angel added to his frustration with your effect on him.
βyou're here hospitalized, and you're worrying about this kid who got you here in the first place!?β he said, and with that sentence it made your anger start to rise. βdonβt blame the kid, angel! he would've died if i didn't step in,β you remarked back, and before you could continue a coughing fit erupted from your throat, and angelβs eyes widened as he rushed to hover a hand over your back, mindful of your injuries, and grabbed a tissue for you as some blood spurted out on the pristine bedsheets.
when you were done, angel backed off, still visibly frustrated and that made your own rage inflame more. βsee- you canβt even speak without the repercussions of your action.β he spat out, an inner voice he usually hears agreeing with him had came out and instead started to point out how your lips were downturned and your eyes were glossy.
βangel- why are you here? just to degrade me for being a dumbass in your eyes?β the volume of your raising voice had dropped, and angel could feel a lump in his throat, something he was also unaccustomed to. you always sparked things for him that he never knew he could experience, and this feeling you gave him now is one he has finally learned to name. heartbreak,
βno!-β
βi get it angel, i just thought that after all this time you wouldn't see me as just a nuisance.β
and that snapped the thread of the rope angel had been hanging onto so he wouldn't fall into the depths of confession.
βyou're so stupid.β he lets out a breath of a laugh, and before you could interrupt with a rebuttal he speaks again. βit's the opposite.β he states, his warm toned eyes boring into your own as he inched closer. your stunned but perplexed reaction was visible to him, and he found small amusement in your cluelessness. although more so faux annoyance at the fact he has to explain further.
no one told him how hard opening up to someone was, but heβs glad its a little easier to do so due to the fact it's you he is speaking to.
a moment of silence beat past as his words sunk into the atmosphere, and then he spoke once more. βyou..you mean a lot to me,β he said, watching how your expression practically melted into one he didn't ever remember seeing. it was soft, your eyes seemingly drooping as a certain glow shined on your irises and your lips parted.
βactually, to put it plainly, i just don't like you in a friendly way.β he blurted out, and for the first time he felt his cheeks become warm and he knew that this was what people called blushing.
βw-what are you saying?β your voice whispered, and he hesitantly reached out his hand to your jaw, gloved finger tracing the skin as his eyes stayed trained on your lips. βwhat do you think i meant.β he said with a curt tone, although there was an underlying teasing sense to it. a small smile itched to spread across his own face as he then darted his gaze back to your eyes.
you gulp, and he traces his finger up and down your jaw before pulling his touch away. and with that you felt yourself unintentionally drifting to where his hand was.
βromantically,β he then said your name, emphasizing his point with a deadpan expression but you could see a small smile slowly forming on his full lips. βi like you like how the people do in the shitty movies you like to watch.β he remarks, and that releases a small laugh from you, albeit it being a bit harder to let out from the pain of the injuries that still linger. although, at this moment it seems like the pain has lessened with angelβs words.
βyeah? you mean it angel?β this time, the way you spoke was sickening sweet and he could feel your words soak into his mind like honey. and this time, the way you said his name was almost like you were saying it like an endearment term, and he felt goosebumps raise at the thought.
βyeah. i mean it.β he said, and he could tell from how your expression bloomed more into a softer manner, and a giddy smile your healing busted lip grew into, he knew you didn't reject him.
you know you got me in your pocket - okkotsu yuuta
word count: 13k
warnings: light swearing.Β reader has a cursed technique that has to do with healing but i donβt explain it bc iβm lazy.
summary: the path from friends to lovers may take time but it is a simple, true love they share
a/n:Β loosely based on this fanart i found on pinterest and also the song always forever by cults bcuz i love that song its so friends to lovers coded <3
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YOSHIDA AND ANGEL (seperatly) WITH AN S/O WHO IS A PIECE OF SHIT (lovingly) βbites them, punches them (lightly), or like pulls there hair LOVINGLY π«Ά
poking around !!
pairs: angel devil x gn!reader + yoshida x gn!reader
warnings: none i think??
a/n: i literally forgot my login into this account... but luckily i found my info months later!
not fully proofread!
yoshida could be a patient man, to an extent. and he certainly has to extend that limit when you poke and prod him around.
he grimaces and smiles annoyingly at you at first, the tug of his black locks stuck in between your fingers make him grunt and shoot you a look. he gets fed up with the tugging so you opt for a more tender touch, curling the thick onyx strands around your finger. he doesn't get genuinely frustrated from your nagging. he actually oddly finds it endearing, knowing that's how you cope with your cute aggression for him.
then theres the part where he gets payback, saying words with an underlying intention that he plays off with a, βi have no clue on what you mean, y/nβ¦ :)β and poking at you with ghosting touches and lidded eyes.
oh but when you start to bite? he doesn't mind it as much as he originally thought he would.
especially when you sink your teeth on his skin directly, he grins as if a snake personified, all sly and his cheeks flush a soft pink. he always winces at first, pain surging from the sudden pressure, although it grows to fluster as he looks at the imprint of your teeth on him. he doesnβt mind the markings from you.
overall yoshida puts up with your antics, and even will indulge in getting silly revenge by teasing you. heβs patient, although if you pushed more buttons he will start being petty and not reply to any of your actions.
angel is utterly confused as to why you want to punch him in a non-fighting way. he doesnβt understand it, why do you want to harm him? donβt you love him?
then he learns the concept of you being a little shit is to portray your affection for him, and then he huffs out a βweird.β at the realization and gets used to the prodding.
heβll have a poker face at the action of his cheek being pushed up from your finger, sighing as he accepts his fate. but heβll smile when you start getting upset at his lack of response whenever you bump him, earning another push from you.
tugging his hair makes his eyes widen slightly and grab his own hair to tug it back to him, before failing as you keep messing with him even after his counter. he then falls limp and accepts it also, allowing you to play with the thin strands.
something he oddly learns to like is the pinching you do. when you pinch his cheek or his shoulder, or even his thigh or the side of his waist, he gains warm pigment on his cheeks in that pale skin of his. he doesn't understand as to why, but the abrupt feeling of being touched makes goosebumps flood down his arms.
angel is quite honestly accustomed to it, and wont refute. he just takes it, and that can piss you off at times to his indifference. and thats when you finally get a reaction, a little smile and a huff of a chuckle.
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