looking for a garden

alone in my world

[rielovesphel]

╭╯ hello, you can call me rie (pronounced as “ree”) 🐶! or qingyun

꒰﹕ 2/14 。 17 。 filchi 。multi-fandom, heh. im cool like that 。constantly crying over angst

꒰﹕ what i have already written! ⋆˚꩜｡ get to know me more

╰╮ painfully introverted but dms are open if you ever need to talk!

[rielovesphel]

rin is on a diet, but eats when you feed him

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh

steal or ai = no. bad. don't be evil

[rielovesphel]

🥣 your husband, satoru gojo, is not doing very well with coaching your kids

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

rin is on a diet, but eats when you feed him

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh

steal or ai = no. bad. don't be evil

[rielovesphel]

🥣 your husband, satoru gojo, is not doing very well with coaching your kids

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

˙𐃷˙ texts with nagi seishiro (the omen you met on valorant)

probably super ooc; mentions of bleeding, gun, and valorant? also if the vibe changes through each screenshot, it's because i listened to different songs while i was typing; romance? maybe soon.

just me talking: uhhhh the user is mogu mogu because i used a real valorant screenshot. haha, sorry omen if you see this. AND AND im posing cuz i actually barely know what nagi is like, i'm so sorry. i just thought it made some sense in my head for it to be nagi

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

i feel so evil… im sorry people of the world☹️

[xoxolaw]

3 months | in which Sae's manager is replaced with someone else for 3 months

itoshi sae x reader . contents . art credits to owner

"Three months for the treatment?"

Sae muttered the words under his breath as his eyes remained fixed on the equipment beside the bed. His tone held no obvious concern, only a quiet disbelief at the inconvenience of the situation. He moved toward the nearby couch and sat down, his posture relaxed despite the seriousness of the circumstances.

"How did the accident happen?" he asked.

Girolain let out a small sigh, adjusting himself carefully against the pillows. Even the slightest movement seemed difficult with his injuries, though he attempted to hide the discomfort.

"I was just being reckless," he replied with a faint smile. "Nothing that serious. You don't need to worry about it. The doctor said I'll heal soon enough."

Sae remained silent for a moment, observing him with the same analytical gaze he used when studying a match. He had never been someone who expressed concern openly. His emotions rarely reached the surface, buried beneath layers of composure and indifference. However, Girolain had worked with him long enough to understand that Sae's questions were often the closest thing he had to showing that he cared.

"So you won't be working until then?"

"Yeah..." Girolain admitted. "But I already arranged a temporary replacement through the agency. She'll be handling your schedule, appointments, travel arrangements, and the other responsibilities outside of football until I'm able to return. She's still a junior manager, but she's more than capable of handling the role. She should be arriving soon.”

Sae gave a small nod, accepting the information without further comment. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and immediately shifted his attention away from the conversation. His fingers moved across the screen as he browsed through various applications and websites, appearing completely uninterested in the situation around him.

A knock echoed through the room a few moments later, drawing Girolain's attention toward the door. Sae, however, remained exactly where he was, his eyes still focused on his phone as if the outside world held little importance.

The door opened.

The young woman stepped inside, her gaze immediately finding Girolain on the hospital bed. Her expression softened slightly when she saw his condition.

"Ah, hello, Y/N," Girolain greeted. He instinctively attempted to sit up straighter, but the movement was quickly interrupted by the pain from his injured limbs.

"Please remain as you are," Y/N said as she walked toward him. Her voice carried a calm authority that suggested she was not someone who easily accepted arguments. "There is no point in forcing your broken body to do something it cannot handle."

As she approached the bed, her eyes briefly shifted toward the other person in the room.

Itoshi Sae.

The momentary glance was enough for her to take in his presence, though Sae barely acknowledged it. He remained focused on his phone, seemingly unaffected by the arrival of someone new.

After a moment, Sae finally looked up.

The moment their eyes met, there was an immediate sense of contrast between them. Y/N carried herself with an open confidence, while Sae's expression remained unreadable, his gaze cold and distant as though he had already decided that the interaction was unnecessary.

Without saying a word, Sae stood from the couch and slipped his phone back into his pocket. His hands rested casually inside his pockets as he walked toward the door.

"Organize my schedule for today."

It was not a request.

It was an order.

His hand reached for the doorknob, fully expecting the matter to be handled without question.

"I think you should introduce yourself to your new manager first."

Her voice stopped him.

Sae paused.

Slowly, he turned around and looked at her. His expression remained unchanged, though there was a clear hint of irritation in his eyes. To him, introductions were unnecessary formalities. If someone was capable of doing their job, that was all that mattered.

"Itoshi Sae."

The introduction was brief. Almost painfully brief.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

She stared at him, clearly waiting for something more. Girolain looked between the two of them, already sensing the difficult dynamic that was beginning to form. Sae, however, seemed completely unaware of the awkwardness he had created. He looked at her as if she were simply another person occupying the room, nothing more.

"That's it?"

She folded her arms across her chest and turned toward Girolain with an expression of disbelief. "Isn't he a little too rude?" she asked. "Seriously, how do you deal with this brat?"

Girolain opened his mouth to respond, but no words immediately came out. It was difficult to defend Sae when, even by his own standards, the introduction had been unusually dismissive.

Sae raised an eyebrow at her choice of words. "You fucking annoy me." His voice remained calm, but the irritation behind it was obvious.

Instead of being offended, she only looked more amused. "That's unfortunate," she replied. "Because for the next three months, you're going to have to listen to me.”

Sae's expression remained unchanged.

"I'm not your coach, and I'm not here to tell you how to play football. But when it comes to your schedule, responsibilities, and everything outside the field, what I say goes.”

She tilted her head slightly. "Talent doesn't mean you get to ignore basic discipline.”

The statement caused him to pause.

Not because it hurt his pride, but because it was a reminder of something he often ignored. Talent, reputation, and achievements did not change the fact that he was still young. Like many athletes his age, he still required someone to manage the aspects of his life outside the field.

Girolain watched the exchange carefully before deciding to intervene. "Umm... Y/N, you do realize you're only eighteen yourself, right?"

She looked back at him without hesitation. "Yes. And he's seventeen." She shrugged.

"I'm not saying I'm some wise adult figure. I'm saying I'm legally old enough to handle the responsibility assigned to me, and he's still young enough to need someone keeping him from turning his schedule into a disaster.”

Sae's expression shifted slightly.

"I'll be eighteen soon," he replied, already turning toward the door. "So shut it."

Before either of them could respond, he walked out of the room, leaving behind an atmosphere that was somehow both tense and strangely amusing.

---

A week had passed since Y/N officially began working as Itoshi Sae's temporary manager. And somehow, despite knowing him for only seven days, she had already reached a conclusion.

Managing a world-class football player was not difficult. Managing Itoshi Sae was.

The problem was not his workload. His schedule was demanding, but nothing beyond what she had expected when she accepted the position. Appointments, travel arrangements, meetings, training schedules, all of it was manageable.

The difficult part was Sae himself.

He had a strange ability to turn even the simplest tasks into something unnecessarily complicated, especially when he considered them irrelevant.

Like choosing a suit.

His apartment was unusually quiet despite the amount of preparation taking place inside it. Several suits had been arranged neatly across the room, each one carefully selected by the stylist according to the theme and formality of the team's celebration dinner that evening.

Everything had already been prepared and the only thing left was for Sae to choose.

She stood near the couch with a tablet in one hand and the, waiting for the person responsible for making the final decision to actually acknowledge the existence of the suits.

But unfortunately, Itoshi Sae had other priorities. He was lying comfortably on the couch, completely absorbed in whatever was playing on the television.

She stared at him. "Itoshi Sae."

No response.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your suit."

Still nothing.

The only sounds filling the room were the voices coming from the television and the occasional tap of her fingers against the tablet as she reviewed his schedule.

She waited.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nothing.

"Are you planning on attending the dinner wearing whatever you currently have on?"

Sae didn't even look away from the screen. "That would be easier."

Her expression remained blank. "That was not a serious suggestion."

"It was."

Y/N slowly lowered the tablet and then she reached forward and switched off the television.

The sudden silence finally managed to capture his attention. Sae looked up at her, his expression calm but clearly questioning her actions. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"Being annoying."

A polite smile appeared on her face. "Interesting. I was about to say the same thing about you."

Sae stared at her.

"The dinner is in a few hours. The stylist sent these options specifically because you need to choose one. I have other responsibilities besides standing here while you ignore everything placed directly in front of you."

"I was watching something."

"Are you being serious right now?"

For a moment, the two of them simply stared at each other. Neither willing to back down. Eventually, Sae let out a quiet sigh and stood up from the couch.

"You're exhausting."

"And yet somehow, I'm still managing to do my job while you are avoiding yours."

He ignored the comment and picked up the first suit.

The next thirty minutes passed in a silence that only existed between two equally stubborn people.

Sae moved between the bedroom and the living room, trying on the different options while Y/N remained seated on the couch, focused on her tablet.

Unlike him, she had no intention of involving herself in every little detail of the decision.

She had already done her part. The stylist had sent the options. She had organized everything. She had ensured that every necessary preparation was complete.

And the final choice belonged to him.

"Sae."

"Hm?"

"Your schedule for next month still needs confirmation."

"I'm not going anywhere next month."

"You are."

"I don't remember agreeing to that."

"Because you didn't check your schedule."

A brief silence followed. He walked out wearing another suit and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Y/N looked up. "Actually, I was just thinking about the people who have to spend an entire evening with you."

Sae raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"The team dinner."

She returned her attention to the tablet.

"I feel sorry for your teammates. Imagine having to sit across from someone as boring as you every time your team wins."

"I am not boring."

"You spend your free time watching football analysis videos and criticizing people."

"That's how I get better."

After trying on several options, Sae finally settled on one.

The suit was simple, refined, and suited him naturally. It did not attempt to make him appear older than he was, nor did it rely on unnecessary details to emphasize his status.

It simply looked like Sae.

"I'll wear this."

"Finally."

She stood and began gathering the remaining suits. "I'll return these." She carefully placed each suit back into its cover.

"Make sure you get ready by 7." And with that, she walked away before he could respond.

Later that evening, Sae was almost ready.

The apartment had returned to its usual silence. The chaos of preparation was gone, leaving only the faint sound of him adjusting his cuffs while checking the time.

The team celebration was nothing special to him. They won. They celebrated. Then they repeated the process again. It was a routine he had become accustomed to, one that carried little meaning beyond another obligation attached to his career.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Assuming it was someone from the staff, he walked toward the entrance and opened the door.

And stopped.

Y/N stood on the other side.

For a moment, Sae simply looked at her.

It was strange.

He was used to seeing her with a tablet in her hand, reviewing schedules, making calls, or reminding him about things he had forgotten. She always looked prepared, professional, and focused on whatever task needed to be completed.

This was different.

She was dressed for the occasion. The unexpected change caught him off guard for a second longer than he would have liked.

Y/N tilted her head. "What?"

Sae immediately returned to his usual expression. "Why are you dressed like that?"

She looked down at herself before looking back at him. "Because I'm going to the party."

"You weren't invited."

"I am your manager." She stepped inside without waiting for permission. "The moment I found out managers attend these events too, I decided I was coming."

She turned around, letting the dress move slightly with her before finishing with an exaggerated pose.

"So?" A confident smile appeared on her face. "Do I look beautiful?"

Sae stared at her. For a brief moment, there was silence. Then he scoffed and closed the door behind her. "You look absolutely ridiculous."

The smile disappeared immediately. "Excuse me?"

"The dress is fine." He walked past her. "You are the problem."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "You're lucky we're going to a formal event."

Sae continued walking. "Why?"

"Because otherwise, I would have already hit you."

She had barely finished speaking when her gaze dropped to his collar. Then she stopped.

Sae, who had been adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, noticed the change in her expression and frowned slightly. "What?"

Y/N pointed at him. "Where is your tie?"

He looked down at himself as if the answer might suddenly appear. "...I don't need one."

Sae looked away.

Y/N's eyes widened a little as realization hit her. "No way."

He glanced at her. "What."

"You don't know how to tie a tie."

His silence was answer enough.

For a second, she just stared at him and then she burst out laughing.

Sae's face went flat. "Stop laughing."

She covered her mouth, but that only made it worse. "You really don't know?"

"Can you help me or not?"

That made her laugh harder. Sae's brows furrowed.

"Do you know how tie a tie?"

Y/N stopped laughing just long enough to look at him. "No."

He blinked. "Then why were you laughing?"

She shrugged, still smiling. "Just for fun."

Sae stared at her like she had personally offended him. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're helpless."

He opened his mouth to argue, but she was already pulling out her phone.

"Wait."

He watched as she opened YouTube and typed something into the search bar.

Sae frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Saving your life."

She found a tutorial, propped her phone up against the mirror, and stepped closer to him.

Sae went still. Up close, it was harder to ignore how different she looked tonight. She was still Y/N, still sharp-tongued and infuriating, but the dress suited her far too well. It framed her figure elegantly, and the soft way her hair fell around her shoulders made her look almost unreal.

Sae looked away first.

Y/N, completely unaware of the effect she was having, reached for his collar.

"Hold still."

"I am holding still."

"You're glaring."

"That's still still."

She rolled her eyes and adjusted the fabric around his neck. The distance between them disappeared almost immediately.

Her fingers brushed the side of his neck as she straightened the tie, and Sae's shoulders stiffened before he could stop himself.

Y/N noticed. "Are you nervous?"

"No."

"You're red."

"I'm not."

She leaned in slightly to check the knot on the screen, and Sae's entire body went rigid.

The scent of her perfume was faint but unmistakable, and now that she was this close, he could see the small details he had missed before, the careful makeup, the soft shine of her lips, the way her expression changed when she concentrated.

It was distracting.

Annoyingly so.

Y/N glanced up at him and Sae immediately looked away.

She narrowed her eyes. "...Are you flustered?"

"No."

That answer came too quickly. Her lips twitched. "You're definitely flustered."

"I'm not."

"Then why won't you look at me?"

Sae's jaw tightened. "Because you're being annoying."

She smiled, clearly pleased with herself, and returned her attention to the tutorial. "Mm. Sure."

A few seconds later, she finished the knot and stepped back to inspect her work. "There."

Sae looked down at the tie. It was neat. Perfect, even. He should have said something. Instead, he found himself looking at her again.

She was still standing close enough that he could see the faint curve of her smile, the confidence in her posture, the way she looked completely satisfied with herself as if she had not just made him lose his composure over something as stupid as a tie.

Y/N noticed his stare. "What?"

Sae looked away immediately. "Nothing."

She studied him for a moment, then smirked. "Good. Because if you say anything stupid now, I might actually hit you."

For the first time that evening, Sae had no comeback. And Y/N, seeing that, looked far too pleased with herself.

a/n - what do you think???

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cuddles during summer

satoru gojo is clingy today, which would be fine if it wasnt really hot.

"cmon.. just 10 more minutes." is the same thing satoru gojo has been telling you for the past 40 minutes whenever you complain about him cuddling you.

groaning in annoyance, you attempt to push what feels more like a fucking furnace rather than a body off you.

"you've been saying that for the past hour!" you protest just as satoru tightens his grip around your mid section.

the smug bastard then proceeds to hum and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to sweat even more. how satoru can lay there ontop of you— underneath a blanket, no less— and continue to cuddle you like youre not minutes away from overheating would be impressive if you werent the one living through it.

"oh my god im gonna die and itll all be your fault." as dramatic as you might be, this might actually be your fate. overheating because your boyfriend wont stop cuddling, and what a sad fate that is.

glancing down at satoru, you expect some sort of snarky response from him but its silent. too silent.

his breathing has slowed down significantly and his arms have gone limp around you, well as limp as they can be while still holding on.

satoru might be asleep. and with great joy, you decide to try and sneak your way out of his crushing embrace— carefully removing one arm and then the other.

slowly, you roll out of his arms and sit up in your bed.

a sense of relief washes over you, only to be destroyed the moment you feel a hand on your wrist.

"where do you think youre going?" you stiffen, slowly turning to look over your shoulder in a way only a horror movie protagonist would.

your gaze lands on satoru, in the center of your bed right where you had rolled out of his embrace, his gaze— although tired— laser focuses on you like a target.

you swallow, "to the bathroom...?" you answer, voice full of fear as you watch the cogs work in his brain to form a response. satoru looks so precious like this it almost makes you forget the atrocities hes done by imprisoning you.

"can i come with." satoru asks. youre inclined to say no but if you refuse he'll probably cuddle up to your sweaty & dizzy self again.

sighing, you nod your head and satoru grins, following after you like a 2nd shadow.

ITS 31 C SOMEONE KILL ME

[forgottenfeelingsshelter]

would you fall in love, with me again? -drabble

Satoru has been tired lately.

That’s incredibly uncharacteristic of him; the strongest, tired?

The honored one, who lives off eight hours of sleep every maybe two weeks, who never stops and never complains about being tired, walks around now with two heavy bags under his eyes.

So heavy, that there’s not a pair of big enough sunglasses to cover it, nor a dark enough blindfold to cover the weariness he so unexpectedly has on.

So heavy that sometimes, his back physically hurts, like it can feel the burden he’s carrying.

But it’s not the type of tiredness that people think.

The type of tired where a good amount of rest and sleep can fix it.

Not the type of tired where he can try to see if maybe a couple of days at a spa, getting a massage combined with some sleeping, binge-watching shit shows, could fix it.

Satoru isn’t actually just tired.

And even though some people may know that at this time of the year, Satoru needs to be held,consoled and listened to, he tends to act like it’s not a big deal.

Like the fact that you left him without a trace 5 years ago, around this time, isn't affecting him anymore.

He is the strongest. So what? Yeah, his wife (now ex-wife) walked away and disappeared into thin air, serving him divorce papers right after, and?

Again, he is the strongest. He can’t stop just because of some ‘small feelings’. Curses don’t stop, do they?

So neither will he.

The people who knew him best (Nanami and Shoko, the only ones still alive who were around at the start), knew what this time of the year meant.

So they treated him fairly differently, just in the slightest.

Of course Nanami wasn’t the type to coddle him, he barely considered him as a friend most of the time, but he wasn’t cruel. So yes, without saying anything, he may have been doing his reports this week. He also, may be responsible of the fact that Yuji Itadori doesn’t train with Satoru much in this days, seemingly because Nanami has ‘some spare time to invest in teaching’.

And yes, Shoko wasn’t maybe the type to ask him how he’s doing and listen to him rant, but she still ‘casually’ sits in his office, smoking and chatting a bit. She, always ‘casually’, brings him mochi, with the excuse of “you stopped a lot of idiots from coming to me to be patched up”.

And then there’s Naori, the girl from the Kamo Clan who’s being around for a little less time. She has actually no idea of the reasons why the strongest seems to be down periodically around this time of the year, since she’s been around Tokyo Jujutsu Tech for just a couple of years, but she tries to cheer him up.

Offering to watch some stupid films only Satoru could like, or simply strolling around with him on late nights.

But Satoru never actually rests, either physically or mentally.

‘A luxury for the weak’ he said once.

So here he is, walking down the entrance of Jujutsu High, with Yuji by his side, coming back from a small mission, used to see what the kid can really do without Sukuna.

Actually, Nanami insisted that he ‘got this one’ , but Satoru had time, so when the decision came down between sitting in his office and thinking about you or going to see Yuji and his former classmate, he chose the latter.

And really, he is trying to listen to the boy, who is talking a little too loud about a moment during the fight where Nanami taught him something.

He smiles, nods, makes a quick joke and pat him on the back of his neck.

“Gojo-San, does Nanami have a wife?”

Satoru smiles, looking at the boy

“Not that I know. So no. Or I would’ve been the best man.”

Yuji frowns, looking perplexed

“There was a woman today, with me and Nanami-san. She was like, super strong! I guessed she was his wife since they were pretty comfortable talking with each other. Maybe he’s waiting to ask her out! We should help him!”

Yuji smiles, wide, and Satoru can’t help but chuckle softly

“Nanamin doesn’t actually like people meddling in his personal life. So yes, we will definitely help him! Let’s go to him, i think he’s already back”

The two find themselves walking towards Nanami’s office, laughing and giggling menacingly about their plans.

But in the exact moment where they reach the door of the office, satoru hears a sound that makes him freeze.

“Gojo-San?” yuji’s voice vanishes in Satoru’s mind.

You are here. There is a zero percent chance that he’s wrong. All of his senses make him feel it.

Your energy mingles through the air, and god, he can hear you giggle.

Is this some kind of trick? A sick joke of his mind? You have the courage to come back? Did everyone besides him know? Does Shoko know? Have you seen Megumi? Why didn’t Nanami say something?

“Gojo-San, you’re staring at he door. I believe. I can’t see your eyes but I know you’re staring.” yuji’s voice is still far, so far from the attention of the strongest.

Was it really this easy? Disappear for a few years and come back like it never happened?

“Uhm…Gojo-San? Are you okay? Should we call Shoko? Are you having a stroke?”

That, makes him look at poor Yuji, who was just trying to get his attention. He finds it in him to take a small breath, before placing a hand on the shoulder of the boy

“You said there was a woman today, with you two?”

Yuji nods slowly, scratching the back of his neck

“Isn’t that why we’re here? To help Nanami ask her out?”

Satoru sighs, slightly,gently looking at the door for a second before looking at him again

“Go to your dorm, kid. I’ll see you later.”

He pats his head gently, and walks towards the door, knocking once, and not bothering to look at Yuji, who stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before walking away.

Nanami’s voice comes right after the knock, calm, collected.

“Come in”

And it takes the strongest about 1 whole minute to find the courage to open the door, and well.. he wasn’t dreaming,nor going insane, because here you are.

He stares at you for a few seconds, just breathing.

You are here, really here and god, you are still so beautiful, it’s painful. Time shows on your face, the right amount, the amount that makes him wish that he was there to see you changing.

Your hair grew longer. Your eyes still looks the same way. Your hands looks different, rougher.

You still wear the necklace that Shoko bought you for your 18th birthday.

Jesus fucking christ, you still have that stupid small tattoo Suguru made you do when you lost that bet.

You’re wearing something casual, something that he would usually see when you two used to walk around Tokyo without a purpose, just for the sake of spending time together.

You have a new tattoo on your forearm.

Satoru doesn't even acknowledge Nanami, who’s standing there, looking at him, and speaks directly to you.

“Why are you here?”

You turn, and look at him, tilting your head a bit, offering a soft smile.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m pretty sure you grew taller”

Satoru doesn’t even hint a smile, he just turns to Nanami, voice incredibly low, a serious tone that would only be heard from him when the worst of things were about to happen.

“Can I have a moment alone with her? Thank you”

With that, without even waiting for him to reply, he takes your wrist, making you walk towards a more secluded area in the gardens of jujutsu tech.

You let him, looking back at Nanami for just a second, offering him a smile and silently following Satoru’s long steps.

When he’s sure you two are far away from prying ears and eyes, he turns looking at you.

“I asked you a question”

You huff, crossing your arms.

You spend some seconds just looking at him.

Well, you weren’t joking, he really looks like he grew even taller. His hair is longer, and he still looks like he spends too much time fixing his eyebrows. The uniform he wears is still the same, and you can’t help but notice that he’s not wearing your wedding ring anymore. Not that he should, you divorced him. It’s only right. Sure, it makes you quickly hide your hand, hoping he didn’t notice that you never stop wearing his.

He hums, clearly impatient, waiting for an answer.

“They called me back. Curses are getting more and more intense, and strong. They needed help. And of course, for the whole ‘Sukuna thing’. They thought i was the right person to call”

Satoru feels like a fucking idiot. They needed you? What about him? What about having the decency to talk to him, before thinking that ghosting and divorcing was the right thing?

They need you? He did. He did every single day for the past 5 years and you didn’t bother to call him back. Text him back. He thought you died, for a small time. He thought every worst possible thing could’ve happened to you. At some point, he preferred imagining that a big ass cure ate you and swallow you whole, either than thinking that you were so unhappy with him that you had to fucking run away.

He thought-

“Satoru?”

Why is your voice still so soft? Why does it still make his heart skip a beat?

“It’s Gojo-san, for you.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised for a second

“I used to be Gojo-san too”

Well, that does it.

“Yeah, and how did that end? You were so happy to be a Gojo that you ran without having the fucking decency to say why, right?”

You flinch at his words, like he physically hurt you in saying that.

“Satoru…” you murmur, looking at your own feet

“I just fucking told you it’s Gojo-san”

You raise your eyes at him, studying him.

His frame, tall, dominant. You notice the way his hands tremble a bit. He’s breathing a little too much. Too heavy. You know him well enough to understand how he's feeling.

“Okay. I’ll respect that. I’m sorry.”

He sighs, taking a deep breath.

“Why are you here?”

“I already told you why”

“No other reasons?”

That catches you out of guard, making you look away, pressing your lips into a thin line.

“i…”

He shakes his head, stopping you by raising one finger.

“Are you staying?”

“I plan to. Yeah.”

That makes him scoff, looking away for a few seconds before looking back at the tattoo on your forearm. The new one. The one he never saw before. And it’s a name. A boy’s name.

“For Ren?”

He raises his eyes now, looking at the tattoo and then straight at you again.

“Cute name. Kinda weird thinking we had that on the top of our list of baby names”

You stare at him, like he put a knife through you.

What did you fucking expect? That he was going to be fine and fucking civil with you? After all the shit he went through after you left?

And now what, you come back, with another man’s name tattooed on you. Inked. Forever.

He was supposed to be your forever. He was your forever. You vowed it to him.

He watches you take a step back, and a deep breath, before looking at him again.

“I’m not asking you to act like a friend to me. I do demand respect though. So, do not say that name again. I’m asking you nicely.”

Nicely? You demand?

“Do you think that you are in any position to demand anything? Huh?”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, hugging yourself lightly.

“Just keep living your life Sato-.. Gojo-san. I’ll do the same. Don’t bother about me or my life. I will do my best to not interfere with you if not necessary.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

And with that, he just.. leaves. Not even storming off. Just walking away.

And you stand, still. Hugging yourself a little more, lips trembling but fighting so hard to not let a single tear fall.

You watch his frame disappear into thin air, the same way you did all those years ago.

Oh, how easy would it be? To tell him the truth. To tell him that you never wanted to. To scream in his face how stupidly in love you still are. To cry in his arms about Ren. To go back to your apartment, to go back to living him every minute of your days.

How easy would it be, to tell him that your heart still beats for him? To tell him that you crave him more than anything else?

You stop your own thoughts, before bursting out crying in the middle of the gardens of Jujutsu Tech.

It’s not easy. It will never be. You two, will never be again.

You take a deep breath, and calmly start walking towards the main building again.

You may be back, for good this time, but you’re aware of the risks of telling him the truth. So you won’t.

And when you pass his office, and notice the Kamo girl sitting in there, offering him some kikufuku and smiling so gently at him, you don’t stop.

Not even when you notice him taking her hand instead of the little box.

Satoru is not your life anymore, you just need to learn how to live with it.

Well. This was it. Let me know if you would be interested in having a full fic of this. A painful angsty one. Thank you<333

[rielovesphel]

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ! your favorite soccer player, rin itoshi, gives you a shout out in an interview (an imagine)

you woke up to a ton of notifications, comments, things of that sort. confused, you click on a random comment and it leads you to a video posted a week ago.

HRO DID YOU SEE THE NEW INTERVIEW VIDEO?? THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU

who was talking about you? whose new video?

you checked each social media platform you had, then you saw it. mukbang interview with rin itoshi. oh.

you quickly clicked on it, trying to get rid of the uneasiness you had from the suspense. the thought of rin possibly having talked about you sounded like a dream.

midway through the video, the topic you came for was finally brought up. as the interviewee chewed on some popcorn, he looked at rin then asked, "so do you see the edits people make of you?"

rin blinked a few times before answering. "uhh.. i don't really spend my time online, but one of my teammates were teasing me about this editor, (user), because the comments were shipping the two of us. i admit, it was embarrassing... but i think they edit well."

"oOoOo, your teammates are out here breaking your fan's hearts," the interviewee laughed.

the soccer player gave an awkward chuckle. "i guess, but we don't really know each other, so it's just baseless teasing."

the interviewee suggested an idea. "do you want to give a special message to (user)? they are a fan after all."

there was suddenly a shift in the air, for the first time since the interview started, rin seemed happier. you couldn't tell from the corner of his lips, but his eyes definitely smiled.

"i'll make it cheesy. if i do, i think it's is going to be in an edit." rin hummed for a second, "you know, if i had to choose someone in this world. just one person, it would be (user).

the sound of the interviewee's claps were heavily picked up by the mic. "haha, i felt chills! how about giving your other fans and supporters a message as well?"

"thank you so much for supporting me. i will do my very best in all games! yes." he said, then paused. "can i have fries please?"

. . .

after you finished watching the interview, you went to work. rin was right, the new video was going to be in an edit, your edit.

you were giggling after you wrote the caption.

thanks for choosing me, @/rinitoshi. i would choose you too #rinedit #itoshirin #yo...

the second you hit post, you were freaking out. it was the first time you ever had the balls to tag rin. you didn't expect anything though, like he said, he doesn't go online often.

until you checked on your phone a few hours later.

rinitoshi liked your video.

rinitoshi commented: you actually make me feel more handsome than i am

you. not "this video” or “these edits,” but you. and what is he talking about? he's the most handsome man on earth.

just me talking: this was uhm inspired by aj talking about sofia in kenny's video. sofia’s edit was amazing, i liked, reposted, and put it in my favorites.

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

胖胖的小猫咪

[rielovesphel]

trying to decipher my drafts because i don’t remember what i was thinking when i wrote the idea down

[talkingscaresme]

Katsuki reacts to you eating weird food combos Blurb

Fluff - Katsuki Bakugo x GN Reader

Warnings: Just swearing probably or weird food lol

Inspired by my weird ahh favorite weird food combos 😭

First it was curiosity..

“Oi what the hell are you eating?”

Katsuki walks into the kitchen to see you eating a bowl of perfectly fine white rice paired with what seems like crushed up Takis on top of it.

“Food?” You say as you take another spoonful of your concoction.

“Crushed hot chips on top of rice is not “food,” that is disgusting and I can literally make you something consumable-“

“Kats trust me it’s good, plus! You like eating spicy food don’t you?” You interrupt him as you take another spoonful and eat.

“Yeah when the food is NOR-MAL and not using fucking chips as a seasoning for your rice.”

He took the bowl of your unfinished “chip rice” and placed it on the counter as he prepared making the two of you lunch.

Later ~

“There’s no way in hell that’s good. Did your taste buds die or something?”

Now he is seeing you eat apples with not some savory peanut butter or sweet caramel (I know he smells like caramel ayeee 😛, my apologies..) but with nasty ass lemon juice..

“On my soul it’s yummy, it’s like a sweet and sour balance!”

“You’re telling me apples with lemon juice taste “good” “ he says as he makes air quotes.

“Katsuki just try one bite!”

“Nope and I better not see any of these freaky food combos”

He’s about to walk off somewhere but you really want him to try it to understand your hype on it.

“Katsuki omg you’re being a baby just try!” You grab an apple slice as you get out of your chair and try to catch up to him.

(Izuku.. can I still catch up to you?..) I need a timeout

“No! I’m not eating that! And if you spill even a drop of lemon juice on the carpet I’ll spray you with cleaning supplies!” He shouts as you chase him around the house and towards the bedroom. He runs to the bedroom and just as he is about to close the door on you, you burst through the door and you fall on top of him with the apple slice still in hand.

“Can you please try it? I won’t bug you anymor-“

“FINE!” He grabs the apple from your hand and devours it in one bite. His face crumbles a bit from the sourness but he quickly recovers as he notices the flavors aren’t bad paired together.

“Well.. how do you like it?” You sit on his lap waiting for him to answer. He slightly gets up and leans towards you and kisses you on your lips. He looks back at you and smirked before saying,

“Not bad but I’d rather taste that on you instead”

@lumayoiii bakugo for a change lol 💗

@kenforty I hope you enjoy lol 💗

[rielovesphel]

please ban some ads

[rielovesphel]

晚安啦

[rielovesphel]

ᯓ★ discussing the preferred order of children with ur husband- gojo satoru

fluff?

a/n: this was just for funzies, so yeah, i'm sorry if it's not as what was expected. please don't learn english by reading what i wrote (i do this with other fics sometimes). i'm just as lost as you are.

you lay on the bed with gojo cuddled up beside you.

"darling, would you prefer having a daughter or a son first?" you asked. this was a debate that recently grew popular at work. you didn't really take part in the argument, but it made you question. which would you want to have first?

"hmm, i haven't really thought about it." your husband replied. it seems you're both haven't considered the order of gender your children would have. "but now that you asked, maybe a son. why?"

"maybe, but i always imagined we would have a daughter when we talked about a child." you said.

he kissed your cheek and smiled. "would you like a daughter as the oldest child?"

"i mean, i think? if we had a daughter first, i think our family dynamic would be a lot more calm and less chaotic." you replied.

your husband argued. "if we had a son first, they could protect their younger sibling and learn to be more responsible."

you giggled as you remembered your coworkers arguing during lunch break. "i see why people kept talking about it at work, it really is something to think about."

"yeah, but what if the scenario doesn't happen and you get a double of boys or girls." your husband suggested.

you slightly gasp. "you're right! i haven't even thought about that. hmm..." you try to imagine a life with a double of each. "i see having two sons. two babies that would definitely make me lose some hairs, but i don't think there would ever be a dull moment in our lives."

"really? i can imagine having two daughters." he smiles as he explains what he thought of. "i can see myself brushing their hair, playing as a customer at their pretend restaurant, dressing each other up in silly outfits, playing pretend super heroes. you know, things like that."

you sighed, "actually, i dont know anymore, but one thing i'm definitely sure of right now, i miss our future kids."

"i miss them too. i can't wait to love a person that we form and nurture together."

just me talking: i have talked about this with my friends, and i just recently changed my answer, though i don't really want any kid to feel the pressure of being the eldest. i don't want to look like im thinking ahead, but i miss my child :(

steal or ai = no. don't be evil.