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holy shit. i come back to tumblr after being mia for a lil bc of work AND OMG???? i luv each and every one of u sm! i cant even begin to thank u guys😭 im releasing some longer fics this week as a part of my thanks!!

[rinaxs]

sukuna with a gf who has absolutely no social anxiety

on contrary to popular opinion, sukuna was not as nonchalant as people believed him to be. he was not the type to go to a party just to lean up against the wall and drink all by his lonesome. because of his tattoos and how people judged him based off face-value, they always just assumed he was the "nonchalant type". the kind of guy that kept to himself and let his friends do all the rowdiness for him. those people could not be more wrong. at most, if not all parties, sukuna was the one dragging toji to beer pong or the one initiating a round of body shots (now he will refuse body shots unless it's with you and only you).

now, he wasn't as out-going as gojo, but at the same time, he wasn't as reserved as nanami. when he first started dating you, he knew you were also far from quiet. but he never expected this.

on the subway back home from clubbing with your friend group, you were never shy to make conversation with the people on the car with you. whether it was about something as trivial as liking the shade of their shirt or betting on some random sports team. just the other day, you got into a heated debate with an older gentleman about the NBA Finals. you often watched the games with sukuna but you always get a little more fierce after a few shots of liquid gold.

"spurs are taking it all this year, kid. kiss my ass!" the older man said, clearly a little off his rocker too. had it been under a different circumstance, sukuna would have kicked the old man's ass for talking to you in such a way. but he could see that the two of you were enjoying yourselves and merely messing around. he knew how sports fans could get and he knew it was no big deal. nevertheless, he kept you at his side with an arm wrapped around your waist to steady your drunk self.

"you kiss my ass. you and trae young!" you exclaimed, not minding the eyes and laughs. some others even added on a fuck trae young! after your declaration. "just you wait, you'll bask in the victory of the knicks soon enough, gramps."

at parties, you always seemed to bask in the limelight. it was never on purpose or in an attention-seeking way but people just gravitated towards you. your personality was like a beautiful fire for the pests that were the nobodies at the frequent frat parties. whether it was dominating at beer pong or cheering the loudest when someone was shotgunning, ever instance told sukuna that you had zero social anxiety. you never minded the people looking at you or the ones muttering under their breath. he once asked you why it never bothered you and you looked at him as if he grew three heads.

you raise a brow at his question, "why should i care if other people like me? shit, i don't even like some other people. no point in catering to others when it doesn't benefit anyone."

these were one of the many things sukuna admired about you; your absolute disregard to the negative things people may have to say about you. because at the end of the day, no one knows your character better than yourself so what difference does it make if others judged you?

unfortunately, sometimes your lack of social anxiety just meant that you didn't care about making a fool of yourself and sukuna in public. sukuna was never easy to embarrass but you were on a completely different level. he supposes this is what he gets for even picking a fight with you.

one time, the two of you were at target doing some light shopping. he thought it would be funny to make a loud joke. he picks up a bottle of mouth wash and loudly says, "hey babe, didn't your dentist say you needed this for bad breath?"

you looked shocked for a fraction of a second before he practically watches your plan form in real time. in an even louder voice, you call out, "yeah but we're here for your hemorrhoid cream! where's the one that's safe to use on your ass?"

sukuna never tries you in public again. it is still a running joke that he "has ass hemorrhoids".

thought of this watching a vid of payton, max, and jordan taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p

[akaamarin]

Yuji rocking them lighting mcqueen

[rinaxs]

fic based off this coming soon

[rinaxs]

make my heart race is peak 🥹

yayayy im glad u liked my f1 vers of sukuna ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

[amourle]

ʚ ✉️ ⋆˚࿔ yuji has been waiting an eternity to play the role of super awesome supportive boyfriend when you’re on your period, but unfortunately for him, you’re not the best at staying on script.

ᝰ . itadori × reader ⌇ word count: 1.7K

itadori yuji loved to be needed by you.

it was the reason why when his phone vibrated, displaying your message of “raincheck? just got my period bleh :/” he immediately ditched megumi and nobara in favor of you, tossing a fleeting “sorry guys, boyfriend duties.” over his shoulder as he made a beeline straight for the nearest corner store.

the front door to your apartment clicked open, the rustle of plastic bags breaking the otherwise silence.

“baby, i’m here! i came as soon as—” the words died on his tongue when he finally caught sight of you. you, acting completely normal and finishing up with washing some dirty dishes. he cocked his head as a confused golden retriever would, the corners of his lips tugging downwards, dispirited.

the plastic bags spilled from his arms and onto the dining table clumsily—bags that were filled with all of your favorites. snacks, drinks, a little stuffed toy that reminded him of you, and even that one particular hoodie that you always found yourself stealing from him.

yuji often fantasized about being your knight in shining armor; his mind just couldn’t help but conjure up all sorts of scenarios in which he saved you heroically. whether that be from a super outrageous situation or something as mundane as the common cold.

he had thought about this specific scenario more than he would have liked to admit. he had thought about holding you so tightly, of you burying your face into his neck when your cramps got to be too much, of him rubbing soothing circles into your skin to help alleviate the pain. he was even packed with a full arsenal of knowledge about home remedies and what foods to avoid. itadori yuji had thought of everything.

when he walked in, he had expected to find you curled up in bed beneath the covers. to which he would have climbed in next to you, whispering that he was there to make it all better (corny, he knows). yet, there you were, standing in the kitchen as though you were completely fine.

“hey…” he pouted, visibly deflated. “i thought girls typically cramped and stuff. kugisaki said so.” his voice was low, the betrayal and disappointment beginning to cloud his eyes.

turning to him, you wiped your hands with a dish towel, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “well, i mean, yeah, but they’re not too bad right now.”

your boyfriend sank to his knees, the tile cold even through the fabric of his pants. all he had wanted to do was to impress you with his innate boyfriend abilities, but all he wanted to do in that moment instead was crawl into a hole and hide.

you chuckled at his dramatics. “yuj, you’re too good to me.” you were unable to hide the small smile that crept its way onto your lips. kneeling down with him, you wrapped your arms around his frame, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. “my sweet, sweet boyfriend,” you cooed, pulling away just enough to pat his cheek lovingly. “let’s go watch a movie, yeah?”

—

his eyes burned into your skull as you curled up on the couch with him. you shifted stiffly under his gaze, wondering what could possibly be going on in that brain of his. were you acting weird? did he know something you didn’t? was he plotting something, and should you be on guard? you scrunched your nose at all the possibilities, the action only causing him to lean in closer, anticipating.

“what’s wrong? anything yet?” he blurted, hovering over your body and inspecting every inch of you with his eyes. “how ‘bout now?”

you shook your head, pushing him off of you and laughing at his eagerness to serve you. it was odd, but there was also something endearing about the fact that he wanted to take care of you, of how he wanted to prove how good of a boyfriend he was.

“c’mon, babe, won’t you throw a poor guy a bone?” he whined and threw his head back against the cushions, body limp and beginning to slouch.

truly, you were feeling better than was typical for you; your body had decided to be kind this time around and kept your symptoms minimal and tolerable. but yuji didn’t know that, perhaps it would be best if you played along for just a bit without being too obvious.

“y’know, a nice cold drink sounds good right about now,” you said, tapping a finger pensively against your chin.

yuji perked up at your words, eyes lighting up with the utmost elation. “on it!” he saluted you before darting into the kitchen to dig through his corner store haul. not even two seconds later, he returned with two cans of your favorite soda, still ice cold despite them having been left on the table.

you thanked him with yet another kiss on the cheek, grabbing the can from his hands before returning your attention back to the movie on screen. somehow, you two had ended up agreeing on the longest series known to mankind, and somewhere in between the second and third movie the bright colors and rapid changing scenery had begun to make your head buzz.

that in combination with the strong vanilla candle burning on the mantle and your heightened sensitivity wasn’t the most ideal combination. the seed of a migraine had been planted and it would only go downhill from there, that much you knew. it wouldn’t be much longer before your body fully succumbed to the pain, but you also didn’t want to be a party pooper and bail out on yuji either. he was completely engrossed in the action, reacting to every scene and dramatic line.

you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, pressing the cold can of soda against your forehead in hopes of mild relief—no matter how short-lived.

what you had tried your best to make seem a casual, discreet act piqued your boyfriend’s interest. the thing about yuji was that when it came to you, he was observant and receptive. he took notice of all the subtleties—how you closed your eyes when there was a particularly bright flash, the way you kept your nose covered with the blanket, and the way you used your cold drink as a makeshift ice pack.

getting up from his seat, he extinguished the candle, placing it as far away from you as possible before clicking the television off, all while mumbling something about how that one in particular was the most boring of the series and he was tired of watching it. in truth, he wasn’t actually bored of it, but he’d never admit that to you.

when he did so, he couldn’t help but note the relieved, yet confused, look on your face. the blanket dropped from your hold and eyelids slowly fluttered open at the absence of the bright lights.

“you okay?” he knelt in front of you, the back of his hand resting on your forehead to check for fever.

you nodded, eyes closing once more. “mhm,” you hummed and leaned into his touch as his hand drifted from your forehead down to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently at your cheekbone.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispered, lips finding their way to your forehead.

you listened as his footsteps faded away into the other room—the kitchen most likely—until the sound of his steps grew closer and once again he was kneeling before you. this time, however, with a glass of water and a small bottle of your preferred painkillers.

sitting up—hair disheveled and all—you took the pills, chasing them down with the glass of cold water. you had barely set the glass down when yuji hooked his arms underneath your legs and carried you into the bedroom. the bedroom where he had unmade the bed and drew all the curtains shut so it was as dark and comfortable as possible.

“just call if you need me, okay?”

you lied still as he walked out, not daring to move a muscle until you were able to hear him rustling around in the living room, cleaning up after all the snack wrappers and whatnot. your head went dizzy the moment you stood, but you did your best to power through and stumbled your way through the creaking door and into the hallway.

“yuj…?” you called out softly.

the rustling ceased. “hey, baby, what’s up?” he poked his head into the hallway where he caught you standing with a blanket around your shoulders.

“get in here and cuddle with me.”

a boyish grin that quickly evolved into a full-fledged cheshire cat smile stretched its way onto his lips. he didn’t waste a moment more, his body moving of its own volition, arms briskly sweeping you off your feet—as gently as he could muster so as to not aggravate your delicate state—before taking you back to bed.

his arms were strong around you as he shifted to fit himself against your body, chests pressed together and legs intertwined, before cocooning the both of you beneath the covers. his head dipped low, his lips finding purchase on your bare shoulder where the warmth seemed to seep straight through his lips and into his veins.

lacing your fingers with his, you brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. you didn’t have to say anything for him to catch on, he immediately knew what you wanted and he would gladly give it to you. with his fingers massaging your scalp, you allowed yourself to relax under his touch, a small sigh slipping its way past your lips.

somewhere between yuji’s light touches and the painkillers taking effect, you found yourself nuzzling deeper into the cotton of his t-shirt, the smell of his detergent mixed with his natural scent making your eyelids heavy and lulling you in and out of consciousness.

“i got you,” he murmured, chin resting atop your head and arms pulling you in impossibly closer, his fingers never once daring to stop their caressing.

and though you were in pain and he hated that, a small, teeny tiny, little part of him was content enough with the fact that he got to fulfill some of his long anticipated boyfriend duties. even if not everything had played out the way he had originally imagined.

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[rinaxs]

MAKE MY HEART RACE!! II

SYNOPSIS !! as promised, sukuna wins his next race. according to him, you now owe him a date. but who says you weren't going to make him work for it? read part one here!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE !! im so sorry this took a while everyone T^T but ayy highschool is officially finished ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope you like this part 2!! w/c 1.2k cred!! su2kuna (got it from pinterest !) holy hell he looks so fine in this omg im hard. divider from chataeubarnes

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true to his word, sukuna won his next race. and this time, it wasn't just luck. fastest laps and sole position in first from lights to checkered flag. you knew exactly what he was doing, he was making a statment. and of course, you were there in the media pen after the race just like last time. similar to last time, he found himself almost gravitating to where you stood against the barricade, mic in hand and a coy smile on your face.

he enters the pen with an aura of confidence practically dripping off of him. he ignores the questions other reporters shoot at him and approach you, "the reporter with the bad attitude. miss me?"

you ignore his jab and offer a professional smile, "impressive race today, i can see that you actually are capable of improvement."

"what? no notes for me today?" sukuna says, tilting his head to the side slightly in faux-confusion.

"only that you should try listening to your pit more often, it seemed to pay off today. strong pace, good defense, and surprisingly disciplined tire management."

sukuna shrugs nonchalantly, "what can i say? im a changed man."

you quirk an eyebrow at this, deciding to play into his bit, "is that so? is there a lucky girl we don't know about?"

"wouldn't know," sukuna replies, remaining as cocky as ever. "she didn't give me a real answer when i asked her out."

"well, keep at it," you offer him. "maybe she's had a change of heart."

after a round of boring questions, sukuna practically chases you down once you leave the media groups. he didn't care about the flashing lights from the cameras and the eyes that watched as he stood in front of you to prevent you from walking away. you can see the flickering lights from the cameras and almost hear the whispers if you strained your ears enough. while there was still loud chatter from other interviews taking place, there was an unfortunate amount of eyes on the two of you.

"you realize this is a pr nightmare, yes?"

"good thing i don't care about mine."

"that much is painfully obvious."

his grin widens, you can tell he enjoys these little battle of quips between the two of you. how each of your comments border between annoyed jabs and flirtation.

"well, are you gonna give me an answer?" sukuna asks once more.

you sigh, "you are incredibly persistent." at the proud look on his face, you add on, "that is not a compliment in this situation. do you really think one win makes you suddenly charming?" you side step him and continue to walk away, hoping to get away from the press rather than him. thankfully, he seems to pick up on your idea and follows you. with his height, he could have easily overtaken you in a couple steps, but he chooses to follow slightly behind as he keeps pestering you.

"even you have to admit that wasn't just some win, sweetheart," sukuna scoffs. "that was pure domination. don't you think i deserve a little reward for my victory?"

you keep your steady pace away from the padlock and towards the lot where reporters and media parked their cars and van. it was empty and away from any prying eyes since they were all still doing their jobs. which, honestly, you should be doing right about now. you voice as much to the man in front of you. "most drivers often shower in champagne and party in celebration of winning. why are you so intent on harassing a simple reporter as your 'reward'?"

"'harassing' is pretty harsh," he mumbles. he evidently shakes it off, "fine then. let me make it easy for you. i'll take you to dinner tonight, be ready at eight?"

"now you're not even giving me a choice?"

"would you really have said no?" his confidence irks you to no end. but with the way you hesitated to bite back, it tells sukuna everything he needs to know. so instead, you ignore him and inquire about the restaurant. "it's an italian place up in the city."

"i don't enjoy italian food."

"then there's an american steak house."

"too meaty and not quite savory."

"well there's a japanese place with amazing sushi, i even know the chef personally."

"you have every trick up your sleeve, don't you?" you say. "just how desperate are you for this date, sukuna?"

though you don't know it yet, sukuna loved the way his name sounded when it came from your lips. "must you be so cruel to me? it's not like you'll actually say no to me, anyways."

you sigh in defeat, "fine. one date, if nothing else i am true to my word."

sukuna is practically beaming by now, "8o'clock. don't be late." you exchange numbers and information with sukuna before he leaves with a prouder look on his face. it seemed more overjoyed to have scored a date with you than having won a race.

while you expected for a professional driver to be punctual but for some reason you didn't expect for sukuna to also fall into that stereotype. he arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed upon time of eight and texted you that he was outside your condo.

ryomen s. You ready for our DATE?

yn l. Must you really rub it in?

ryomen s. Just let me enjoy this a little, alright sweetheart?

you simply react to this message with a small heart before you grab a small purse that compliments your outfit and walk out. you exit the building shortly after to find a rather luxurious car. sukuna steps out of the driver's seat and you notice the falter in his step as he takes in your appearance. you approach him with a coy smile on your face and he covers up his not-so-subtle shock on his face with a classic grin.

"you clean up real nice, miss ln," sukuna says, offering you a hand to walk you to the passenger side. he opens the door with his free hand and guides you in, letting his touch linger ever so slightly before closing the door and getting in the driver's seat.

he starts the car and drives out of the lot. "i could say the same for you." he wore a simple black button down and slacks to match. the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up almost past his forearms, just enough for you to see part of the sleeve on his arm and how the muscles underneath the cloth were practically ripping the seams.

"bet you don't regret going on this date with me now, huh?" sukuna says over the low rumble of his engine.

"the 'date' part hasn't even started," you chuckle. "don't get ahead of yourself."

sukuna laughs with you, "gonna give me pointers after our date?"

"only if you don't perform to my standards."

at the red light he looks at you, eyes full of pride and a cocky glint. "don't you worry about my performance. i'm sure i'll prove to be more than adequate for your tastes, sweetheart."

im sorry she's a little short (◞‸ ◟)💧 i wanted to get her out this week as promised but i was only able to work on her today because of my evil english teacher and work schedule. nevertheless, i hope you guys enjoyed her!

[faerybin]

「Ryomen Sukuna」 ⛦

!! This is a list of all of my favourite Sukuna fanfics <3

!! None of these are my mine, credits to the wonderful writers

!! Hope you'll enjoy and let me know if one of the links below doesn't work :))

DRABBLES *⁠.⁠✧

[Untitled #1] by @creampiedby ↴

[0.4k] — established relationship, fluff

His little brat by @sinkuna ↴

[0.8k] — dad!sukuna, fluff

[Untitled #2] by @//dollychou ↴ ♡

[0.8k] — fluff

influencer boyfriend!sukuna by @//ryoflix ↴

[1k] — established relationship, suggestive, fluff

Down the drain (literally) by @meowdei ↴ ♡

[1.1k] — fiancé!sukuna, fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Make my heart race by @rinaxs ↴ ⛦

[1.3k] — F1!sukuna x reporter!reader

[Untitled #3] by @iamaslutfor3dman ↴ ♡

[2.1k] — dad!sukuna, fluff

Hello Kitty : Fashion Killer by @lafleurperdue ↴

[2.3k] — biker!sukuna, smut, fluff

Tell me (I'm yours) by @indiewritesxoxo ↴

[3.4k] — light angst, fluff, smut, roommates to lovers

Nightly prescription by @notnotangel ↴

[3.4k] — kinktober, established relationship, smut

Desk Job by @mooningningg ↴

[5.4k] — highschool!au, smut, fluff

Mama I'm in luv with a criminal by @kamoswrld ↴ ♡

[7.9k] — criminal boyfriend!sukuna, angst, fluff, smut

Rocking around the Christmas tree by @feyrinnn ↴ ♡

[8.3k] — established relationship, fluff, smut

The (heated) contendings of Horus and Set by @stberrypuss ↴ ⛦ ♡

[8.3k] — trueform!Set!Sukuna x f!Horus!reader, ancient Egypt au, smut

Rocky Mountain High by @seellove ↴

[11k] — outdoorsman!sukuna x citygirl!reader, established relationship, fluff, smut, slight angst

Blossoms in his heart, as so in his gardens by @sukunasweetheart ↴ ⛦

[12k+] — love potion trope, medieval fantasy, fluff, minor angst

Type Dangerous by @tonycries ↴ ♡

[12.6k] — unckuna x preschool teacher!reader, smut, fluff

West Coast by @tonycries ↴ ♡

[12.7k] — biker!sukuna x waitress!reader, small town!au, biker gang!au, smut, fluff

His to ruin by @shokocide ↴

[13k] — arranged marriage, angst, fluff, smut

Sukuna in Freakland by @reignpage ↴ ♡

[17.2k] — fantasy au, academic rivals to lovers, smut, fluff

She won't go away by @saatorus ↴

[26k] — college!sukuna x reader, smut, little bit of angst, fluff

Five rules for dating my uncle (according to a five-year-old) by @miirily ↴

⇉ Sequel

[10.7k] Two-shots — uncle!sukuna, fluff, implied smut

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

roommate!sukuna by @mooningningg ↴ ♡

[Series of drabbles] [Completed?] — fluff, smut

caracal!sukuna x housecat!reader by @blkkizzat ↴

[10.5k] [3/4] [On going] — smut, fluff, featuring gojo x geto

Coupled up! by @indiewritesxoxo ↴

[28.7k] [10/?] [On going] — fluff, smut, light angst, featuring jjk!men

What you know by @starmapz ↴ ⛦ ♡

[446k] [25/25] [Completed] — college au, angst, smut, slow burn

New fics ⛦

Personal favourites ♡

Last updated : 29/05/2026

[rinaxs]

me baymous..? TY FOR THE LOVE GUYS

[rinaxs]

D I S T A N T L O V E R

mortal!gojo x immortal!reader

synopsis: in your thousand years of wandering the earth, you learned several lessons. some of which, were more complex than others. a simple lesson was that humans were as fickle as seasons and their lifespans were nothing in comparison to yours. it is satoru gojo that teaches you the most difficult lesson yet; love.  medieval au!

a/n: frieren x himmel edits have been flooding my tt (ive never watched the anime) and now im mourning himmel like i knew broski… w/c: 2.9k not proof read and written in like two hours so be kind T^T pc: pinterest !! divider by cursed-carmine !!

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satoru gojo was a knight known and loved by all even before his untimely death. statues were built in his honor, tales written about his valor, and paintings depicted his visage yet never quite captured that playful glint in his eyes. you had known the man less than a year and though you were surrounded by everything he left behind, you were beginning to forget him. 

yes, there were more paintings of him than you could count but they always looked wrong in a way you couldn't quite explain. perhaps the shade of his irises were too dark; weren't they lighter? or maybe it was his face, didn't he have a dimple? all in all, none of them could capture the essence of his character. and yet, who were you to speak on his character? for knowing him just shy of eight months, you had only gotten a glimpse of man behind the title: "the honored one". albiet, here you are a nearly a hundred years later, still trying to piece together the features of his face and the sound of his voice. before meeting him, you never bothered to count the time that passed. after all, what was the point in counting forever? it wasn't until he died that you began to unconsciously count the years since then.

the world had changed since the time you had traveled with gojo and his rag-tag group of adventurers with the goal to kill the king of demons, sukuna. the world moved on since his victory and death. in a way, you attempted to move on as well. but no matter the cities you traveled and the oceans you crossed, all the paths somehow still led you right back to him. 

"are you a fan of his tale, miss?" a commoner approaches you from where you stood in front of a statue of gojo. due to his sudden death from his battle with sukuna, artisans and historians were forced to rely on the memory of those closest to him to keep his story and image alive. seeing as how you were in the same party with him, some approached you for your input. if you tried hard enough, you could remember the sculptor that approached you with the hopes of capturing gojo's image from your recounts. you described gojo to him as best as you could but how could mere words capture everything that he was? this isn't your first time seeing the statue and it is by no means horrid. the craftsmanship is near perfect, even with how time has worn the stone. the sculpture even paid close attention to his facial features, almost making it seem as if gojo was truly alive within the statue.

nevertheless, it still didn't feel like him. something was still missing. 

you turn your head to find a young man— well, you supposed anyone was young in comparison to you. he was probably around gojo's age when he died all those years ago. the boy meets your gaze and offers a smile before turning back to the statue with a kind of awe you would find from a child listening to a story about a mighty hero. "y'know, legends say he had the strength of a thousand men. and was taller than an oak tree!"

you wonder to yourself when gojo's life story had begun to spin into tall tales. by now, you've heard it all. from stories of gojo being a mythical being sent from the heavens to him being nothing more than a children's bedtime story. while some stories did hold truths, you knew in that the only story of gojo that was rid of all falsifications was the one in your heart; the one buried deep within your plethra of memories.

for some reason, you decide to amuse the boy with a true story about gojo. "i heard that he was a baker's boy once."

the young male raises a brow before letting out a chuckle, "a baker's boy? i don't think i've heard that tale yet, miss."

it isn't a tale, you think. he wasn't some character in a children's book. but you bite your tongue and only continue, "it's the truth. before he became the knight, he sold pastries in a small village long gone by now."

the boy shrugs, "i suppose all heroes start from somewhere." to that, you give him no answer and only go back to scrutinizing the statue in silence. you did not lie to the boy though he probably didn't believe you to begin with. it was true that gojo was once the son of a baker and worked his days selling pastries before practicing his swordsmanship in the woods when the streets were empty and there was no more bread for him to give out. gojo had told you himself the days where he was younger and had nothing to his name but loaves of bread and no one to remember him by.

"i didn't want to be remembered as satoru gojo, baker's boy- hells, i don't think i even would be remembered if i kept selling pasteries for the rest of my life," he confessed to you one night after one to many cups of ale. 

you regret how you offered him no solace and simply agreed, "history doesn't care for baker's boys."

perhaps, it was your way to repent for your cruelty that day to refrain from telling any historians or scribes how gojo started out selling loaves in a small village that wasn't even on a map. or maybe, the reasoning was more selfish than that.

the world could have gojo, the honored knight that defeated the demon king. but the memory of satoru, the baker's boy, was yours alone. you almost regret revealing such a thing to the young man, but you suppose he didn't believe you anyways. besides, some selfish part of you wanted to talk of gojo more than the knight that saved the realms but simply as gojo. in the years that passed, the memory of satoru became less and less human. he started to become some foreign being, almost intangible in a way. if only they knew the simplicity of his character. 

in all truthfulness, you did try to preserve his memory the way he was rather than some figure for fairytales. but there was only so much you could do without raising suspicion for the fact that you looked eerily similar to the woman that was part of his group all those years ago.

when gojo had found out about your immortality on your journey, he offered no scornful look nor the blade of sword. instead, he looked at you with pity and only asked one question.

"doesn't that make you lonely?"

at the time, you brushed it off. lonliness was something you were accustomed to. but now, a hundred years later, you learn that this was true loneliness. before, there was no space to fill in your heart from how you moved in your life so apathetically; forming no connections to those around you and leaving no impression on the world. after meeting and losing satoru, you feel as if your soul longs for something it did not quite understand yet. even now, you do not understand as to why satoru gojo left the mark he did on you. maybe, that's just what he did. after all, he did say he wanted to be remembered for more than what he was.

the same night he finds out about the infinite length of your lifespan, he asks a favor of you.

the rest of your party had gone to sleep by now, you and gojo should have joined them hours ago but here you were. a couple yards away, you could hear shoko's light snores and nanami's grumbles. an odd bunch gojo had collected but he seemed set on this group of misfits, confident that they would be the ones to change history.

"i won't tell a soul," gojo swears, referring to your immortality. the two of you sit side by side as you watch the stars above, not meeting each other's gaze.

"i don't care if you do," you reply. honestly, you don't even know why you told him in the first place. 

"i know you don't," gojo shrugs, "you don't care about much, do you?" you offer him nothing but silence, but that was enough to answer him. he chuckles softly before averting his gaze from the stars to you. "y'know, when we're all gone, you will have nothing but memories. doesn't that scare you?"

"what good does it do to fear the inevitable?" you reply, shifting your own gaze from the sky to the man next to you. a small smirk creeps onto your face, "besides, i won't be too lonely. i'm sure you'll commission more paintings and statues than i can count when you defeat sukuna."

for all your indifference throughout their party, you never once doubted your team, specifically never gojo. for whatever reason, something told you that he truly was "the honored one". 

your jest amuses gojo as he laughs though his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "i hope you won't forget me, yn. even with the statues i'll leave behind, i hope you'll remember me more than the man carved from that stone."

for all you know, he put a curse on you that night. because now, everywhere you look you are reminded of him. the statues do him no justice and the paintings fail to come to life. more than that, the world remembers gojo for what he did, rather than who he was. satoru gojo was more than a valiant knight. he is more than the title of honored one. and yet, you can't put his character into words, refuse to bottle him up into one thing when he was so much more than that.

you eventually learn that this is the grief that mortals must grow accustomed to. it is a topic you weren't unfamiliar with but it wasn't until gojo's death that you realize how wrong you were about grief. it wasn't simply a sadness in your chest. it was something indescribable; the ache never left even after all the time that had passed. and even as his memory faded from you, the hurt never eased up. what pained you the most, was that you didn't realize you loved him until he was gone. how foolish were you back then! all the signs were there that he loved you, and you the same. but you realized it too late and now you had nothing to cherish him by but your fleeting memories.

it is another night you find yourself sitting under the same night sky you once admired with him by your side. you focus and attempt to remember any of the conversations you had with him. for some reason, your thoughts formed to the night gojo had almost worked up the nerve to confess to you.

"what is your obsession with defeating sukuna anyways?" you find yourself asking.

gojo looks at you as if you had grown three heads, "who wouldn't want the glory of defeating the demon king?"

"you, apparently. something tells me you aren't in this for something as shallow as glory," you reply.

as if caught in a lie, gojo's eyes widen ever so slightly before sighing. "does immortality give you infinite wisdom as well or have you always been like this?" you don't bother answering him and he doesn't give you time to answer before he asks you yet another question. "for what purpose is life if not to make a change? if i had your immortality, i would have done anything and everything i could simply because i could." almost as if he feels your glare on the side of his head from his comment, he quickly scrambles to make amends on his poor choice of wording.

"i mean— it's just that, i've always wanted more than i had," gojo admits. "if that makes me selfish so be it, perhaps that's why you're the one with immortality."

"because you are selfish?" you repeat back to him.

"because you're better than i am," he corrects.

you narrow your eyes, "you practically insulted me moments ago, claiming i was making no lasting change by using my immortality."

gojo practically whines, "you know i didn't mean it like that!"

"how did you mean it then?" you ask. "you speak as if my immortality is a tool, almost a gift."

"is it not?"

"was it not you that said it would bring me loneliness? does that sound like a gift?"

that forces him to think, but he comes up with an answer. "i think.. you're fate is something you decide, that includes your immortality. it's up to you whether or not you see it as a gift. though i am afraid loneliness is inevitable in your position, misery is not." you're almost shocked such words of wisdom could come from his mouth. the man only continues as he offers you a boyish grin. "nonetheless, i shall keep you company, fair maiden. for as long as my mortal years allow me to do so!"

this gets a small laugh out of you and gojo supposes it truly is the small victories that matter the most. he forces himself to bite his tongue to stop himself from going on and on about his infatuation for you. how he would spend the rest of his life loving you even if you would live a life longer than he could even begin to imagine. but he knows it would be selfish to condemn you to a life of loving him. with your immortality, you would live hundreds if not thousands of lifespans. who was he to chain you with his love?

so instead, he will do nothing more than keep you company for as long as he can and for as long as you let him. anything he can do to keep the loneliness at bay, he will do. it is only unfortunate that he was only given less than a year to enjoy your company.

you had always known how fleeting the lives of mortals were. how their lives were almost equivalent to the blink of an eye. but you had found yourself hoping and even praying for gojo's long life and good health. you enjoyed his company more than you liked to admit.

you no longer prayed now that he was dead. and no longer kept company or forged bonds similar to the ones you did before with the friends you made with satoru. all because the grief from satoru has haunted you this much, you cannot bear to shoulder the death of someone else closer to you. 

in all your years wandering this earth, looking for a purpose, you somehow find it in preserving the memory of satoru gojo even with how the memory of him is beginning to escape you. 

the next day, you traveled to the next town over only to find yet another statue of gojo. this one is simpler, smaller, and much less grand than the one in the town before. it wasn't in the middle of the town square like some of the other one's you've seen and is instead almost pushed the edge of the town. the name plate is simple and doesn't even read his name, only referring to him as "the honored one". the ache in your chest comes back at the thought of someone degrading satoru to nothing more than a weapon of war. you leave the town first thing in the morning, but not before moving the statue somewhere else—where more people could see it— and discarding the name plate and replacing it with a wooden plank with the words "SATORU GOJO, BAKER'S BOY" written on it.

you spend the next few years of your immortality crafting another tall tale of satoru gojo, this one holding all the truths left in your heart. you tell stories in towns and cities to anyone who is willing to listen: the origin story of the honored one, satoru gojo. the concept of an origin story for the famed hero was not original, but the idea that the greatest knight in history was a baker's boy? the idea was almost laughable. but wherever you went, the townsfolk seemed the enjoy the memory of the satoru you loved. the more human version of him. 

at night, you apologize to the sky as if the stars can carry your apology to satoru himself. you know he wanted to be remembered as something more than a baker's boy, but you figured that history had focused too much on a more grand version of the gojo you knew. and while gojo was nothing short of all the spectacles told in his honor, you wanted him to be remembered as more than just a knight. you can only hope that he is satisfied with the change you made to his life story and the history he left behind.

after all, for what purpose is life if not to make a change?

when im in a yearner competition but immortal!reader is there,, yea take me out ref.

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in honor of me finishing watching frieren, heres a runback of the fic inspired by an edit of frieren and himmel LOL

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old magic

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many do not know that sukuna had a wife. he intends to keep it that way. he will keep the story of you and your love in his heart, where no one else can take it from him. when time has taken you from him, no one will ever be able to take the memory of you.

when you died, sukuna erased everything about you from the physical realm. no statues in your memory, no songs about your beauty, and no poetry of the tragedy of your love. at first, he did it all in rage. when you were dead and your ashes blew away with the wind, he tore down the house he had built to foster the love in your relationship. he burned the letters you saved, correspondences between the two of you when he was away and drowning in the feeling of your absence. he destroyed everything that reminded him of you, everything that would haunt him in the years to come in solitude now that you were gone.

angered by everything around him but especially angered by how helpless he felt in the days leading up to your death. the king of curses, ryomen sukuna, bested by time. utterly ridiculous.

"no one is above fate" you had told him once. before all of this and before you had fallen ill. thinking back on it, it seemed like a cruel joke. but at the time sukuna had scoffed. the idea of fate seemed so far at the time, and even more idiotic. in this world, there was no god but him. at least, he tried to convince himself. in the end, you were right; no one, not even ryomen sukuna, was above fate.

while sukuna refused and fought against the circumstances until the day of your death, the most heart wrenching part of it all was how accepting you were to your demise.

you no longer fought back the symptoms and your impending end. partly because you no longer had the energy or strength to do so. sukuna knew that you only indulged in the medicine and constant visits from healers for his sake rather than yours. the both of you knew it was a futile effort. but this was not the woman sukuna had fallen in love with. he even told you as much in an argument that had gone too far.

"you were never this weak," sukuna spat in frustration. "my wife must possess the strength to overcome-"

"your wife," you interrupted, calm and so terribly exhausted, "is dying, ryomen. there is no medicine or cursed technique that can overcome time and fate. i will not let you curse me for something out of my control."

sukuna never cried. but the first time he did was this night; when the argument had festered into something harsher and he revealed a brutality he once swore never to show around you. but in this moment, he saw you. truly saw you; how frail and thin you had gotten over time since the sickness had overcome you, how your voice became lighter and weaker in a way that made bile rise in his throat, but most of all how deathly beautiful you remained. despite the effects of the terrible illness, his wife was divine. sukuna remembers the feeling of cold tears pouring in his eyes before he fell on his knees to the side of the bed. even kneeling, with his height and stature he still towered over you but he never once felt small until now. he wrapped his arms around your frame, his touch more delicate and careful than it ever was.

he weeped because his wife was dying. and all the power and status he possessed was useless.

after your death, his rage only ceased when he found a small woven basket in the ruins of your home. he was surprised that it was able to survive against his power. picking it up, he finds a talisman protecting it from damage. he opens the box to find a flower bud encased in a clear amber sphere. he recognizes the flower as the same ones you decorated the shrine with on your wedding day. he also finds a note in the box.

an unbloomed flower to represent the beginning of a new love!

he feels the tears pool in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. instead, he places the note and amber bud back into the basket. he digs a small hole and places the items in before covering it up and leaving the ruins of his former home with you.

the world has nothing to remember you by because sukuna is a selfish man. he believes nothing on this earth-mortal, curse, or even god- deserves the right to bear witness to you and the love you shared with him. so he keeps you in his heart even when you are long gone.

zᶻ ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ woah i havent done angst in a minute... this is a little sneakpeak "the longest goodbye"! its gonna be like, dead wife haunting the narrative, yearning/mourning sukuna, etc taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812

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ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nephew!yuji worries about you when you and unckuna have an argument

it was a friday afternoon, and you were tired of sukuna never listening to your words. you curled into yourself, desperate for warmth in your cold and lonely bed, with the silent house. something was wrong.

the door creaked open just a smidge, and tiny footsteps came in, along with soft sniffles and hiccups that came from what sounded like to be yuji.

when you looked down with your eyebrows furrowed, all of your irritation was driven away when a tear-stained yuji stood by the side of your bed. you could almost feel your heart breaking into millions of pieces as he gazed up at you with a pout, with his glossy eyes and with his hands that grabbed the covers.

“oh, yuji,” you cooed, then you picked him up by the armpits and sat him on your lap, “what’s wrong, baby?”

you could hardly hear his voice over his sobs, “do you- hic- not love hic- kuna anymwore?”

you wiped at his tears, “i still love him, yuji, we just need a couple of hours away from each other, you shouldn’t be worried about this stuff.”

“please don’t leave us! i’ll- i’ll miss you, and- hic- kuna looks at photos of you like-like all the time! you’re on his phone and he talks to me about you even though he- hic- told me not to tell you!” he wailed.

he babbled on and on, snot and tears soaked your shirt as he gripped the cloth in his little fists like he was scared you’d leave. it isn’t until you placed a small, reassuring kiss on his forehead that his sobs softened to sniffles.

“i’m not leaving you two, okay?” you whispered, then focused his glossy brown eyes.

he whimpered and nodded, but his head snapped toward the bedroom door when it creaked open. his little eyebrows furrowed as he clung on tighter to you when he saw sukuna in the doorway.

“no!” yuji exclaimed as sukuna began to step closer, then held an arm out to somehow protect you, “you made her sad!”

“that’s why i’m here to apologize, brat. leave so i can do this in private.” he argued, then rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to you.

yuji grumbled and pushed him with all his might, but to no avail. “go away!” he shouted. sukuna only laughed, then gently pushed yuji as he toppled onto you.

but during a moment of silence, yuji still held onto you, then embraced you into a tiny but tight hug, and he still frowned at sukuna, while he tried his best to intimidate him.

“i didn’t mean what i said,” he mumbled, as he ashamedly looked down at the sheets, “i’m an asshole, i know that. but i’m trying to be better for you… and for this little runt here too.” he ruffled yuji’s messy hair, who huffed in protest. sukuna continued, “i’m sorry. i’ll be more considerate of your words next time,” he caressed your soft hand in his tattooed one.

yuji slowly looked back up at you with red around his eyes, “does this mean we can still have movie fridays after school?”he whispered.

“yes,” you smiled, “thank you for apologizing, kuna,” you murmured, “i love you.”

he reciprocated the words, and when you two left a kiss on each other’s lips, yuji let out a little ‘yuck!’ with a soft giggle.

suddenly, like a little boy his age who couldn’t focus on anything for more than five minutes, he ran out of the room and yelled, “i’m picking the movie!”

hope u guys like this! gonna work on another kuna requests… maybe hybrid tiger kuna

pls send in requests

trying to do more past tense, tell me if there’s any grammar mistakes besides capitalization

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always a sucker for fics where baby yuji has to mediate

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gojo knows his tutor (you) is hot. but he truly doesn't know why he didn't see this coming. of course sukuna couldn't just mind his business and stay in his lane. and of course, it becomes a competition to see who can woo you off your feet first!

sukuna already knew that you were smart from before he even met you; shit, gojo would never shut up about how hot and smart his new tutor was. at first, sukuna would brush it off; gojo would think most girls were hot so it wasn't anything new. it wasn't until sukuna saw you with his own two eyes that he realized gojo was exaggerating at all.

you were hot as fuck.

gojo was meeting with you for an impromptu tutoring session at a cafe, sukuna was already with gojo so he thought he might as well tag along to see what all the hype surrounding you was. as well as the fact that sukuna was also failing the class gojo was getting tutored in. not as bad as gojo, of course, but still not passing. him and gojo had been sitting at one of the secluded, glass study rooms when the white-haired male suddenly stood up and waved with a bright smile. sukuna followed his line of sight and had to physically stop himself from dropping his jaw on the floor and start drooling.

from across the library, he saw you coolly wave back at gojo as you walked towards the room. something about the way you carried yourself so effortlessly was what really got sukuna's attention. the way your stride seemed so casual and your face damn near perfect even with the somewhat awful lighting of the campus library. when gojo kept talking on and on about how smart his tutor was, sukuna couldn't help but picture some average nerd that wanted to make a quick buck from tutoring an idiot with a trust-fund. but with your coach bag and kitten heels to match, sukuna knew that it was safe to assume you weren't in the position where you needed to endure tutoring gojo for some money. which caused sukuna to wonder as to why you were even bothering wasting your time with his idiot of a friend.

when you entered the study room they booked, gojo greeted you with a casual hug before commenting on your nice outfit. "hope i didn't pull you from a date or something, yn. you look real nice for a regular tuesday."

you only laughed as you put down your bag and took a seat across from the two of them. "don't worry, i was just getting brunch. besides, you did promise to pay me double so it's a win for me regardless."

"now when did i say that?" gojo asked sarcastically as he sat back down next to sukuna.

"when you asked me thirty minutes ago to meet you here and tutor your friend," you shot back before switching your gaze to sukuna, who sat directly in front of you. you offered him a warm smile, "it's nice to meet you, by the way. im yn."

sukuna was fortunately able to shake himself from his stupor and not make a fool of himself as he offered a (hopefully) casual nod in return, "i'm sukuna, i've heard all about you from gojo."

"all good things i hope."

yeah, if good means how gojo talks about how sexy you are, sukuna couldn't help but think to himself. "haven't heard anything bad yet, sweetheart."

"i have nothing negative to say about my stellar tutor!" gojo praised dramatically.

"you've made that bit obvious enough," sukuna mutters to himself. he notices the way that his comment gets a laugh out of you but he does not notice the way gojo's eyes narrow in his direction.

the rest of the session goes in similar fashion. you try to stay on topic but it was hard enough with just gojo. and now you had sukuna on your plate. the two continued to egg each other on, stealing your attention from the other any chance you got. eventually-by some miracle-you were able to get past the module and hopefully the material got through their thick skulls.

you sigh as you shut your laptop closed and go to pack your things. "just zelle me what you owe, toru. i gotta bounce tho," you say as you move to get up from your seat. just as sukuna goes to walk you out in the hopes of getting your number, gojo beats him to the punch (being the cock-block that he was).

gojo placed a large hand on the small of your back as he carried your bag for you, guiding you out of the room. "don't worry your pretty little head about it. expect it by the end of the day, sweetcheeks." he hands you your bag and you thank him with a soft smile, bidding him and sukuna adieu.

once your out of sight and earshot, gojo turns to look at sukuna with a cold glare. "i introduced you to her as a favor. that wasn't me putting you on," gojo says harshly.

"ha? what are you on about?" sukuna asks.

"you were practically drooling all over her, man," gojo scoffs out a laugh. "hate to break it you, but i don't really think walking-talking walls of muscle are her type."

now it was sukuna's turn to scoff. "oh right but she loves idiots with white hair, huh?"

"only one way to find out, hm?"

"are you seriously gonna make this into some competition, man?"

"you scared?" gojo taunts. "don't worry, i'd win anyways."

if only you knew what you had gotten yourself into just by this one tutoring session. at least gojo's payment went through at least!

⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆⋆˙ short snippet i found in my drafts! idk why but i love putting gojo in competition with someone lol, lmk how we like this and if we wanna see something longer ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ taglist !! @cttelina @bunbun812

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BOAF? YES BOAF.

fratjo & nerdjo!!

synopsis!! - as a favor to a close friend, you have taken it upon yourself to tutor frat!gojo (sato) before he fails his midterms. only thing is, he can hardly focus on the textbook because he keeps stammering over his attempts to flirt with you. oh and did i mention your friend was his twin brother, nerd!gojo (toru)?

creds!! - art by xiaoshy_otp .. picture from pinterest .. divider by cursed-carmine

author's note!! - not proofread! forgive me... this will prob have a part two (maybe..) w/c 4k

in a "hail mary" sort of attempt, toru had called in a favor from one of his friends to try and keep his idiot twin brother from failing his midterms. he explained as much to his counterpart despite his complaints. "you're new tutor's gonna be here in five, don't be a dick," toru reminded once more as he stood by the door of their dorm, about to leave for one of his 'nerd classes' as sato affectionately calls them, the ever so original twin. 

"still don't get why you even did this," sato groans from where he sat on the couch. he had no intention of even paying attention during this tutoring session. he had planned on blowing it off all together until toru had told him it was going to be at their dorm. his new plan was now to just pay whoever came to leave and tell his brother that they had a very fruitful tutoring session and he was now doing much better in his accounting class. 

"because if you fail this class, you'll have to retake it," toru explains for what seemed to be the tenth time just today. "and at this rate, you'll end up being held back a year. dad said he would cut our funds if you're held back, so don't fuck this up."

sato didn't even get a chance to shoot back a retort about how he wasn't failing that bad (even though he really was), when a knock was heard on their door. toru raised a brow and opened it only to let a smile crawl its way onto his features. from where sato sat on the couch, he couldn't see who was at the door because his brother's frame was blocking whoever it was. but he could see his brother pull whoever it was into a hug, which alone was a shocker. 

his brother hated physical touch; won't even shake someone's hand let alone hug someone. sato remembers the last time he gave his brother a side hug, he felt toru physically tense up in disgust. so exactly how close was this friend of his for toru to be giving them hugs?

"you're early, yn," toru says once he pulls away from the hug.

"the earlier the faster i can get this over with," you joke with a shrug, earning a laugh from the boy in front of you.

"thanks for doing this again, i seriously owe you," toru sighs.

you remembered when he came to you a couple days ago complaining about his no good brother failing a core class for his major, thus resulting in their father threatening to cut their college funding if sato's grades didn't get better. toru had explained to you that he had done everything he could for his twin; hell, he even tried helping him cheat. but the idiot couldn't even understand the answer key well enough to cheat off of it. 

"what class is he struggling with?" you asked. 

"'cant really struggle if he's not even trying," toru muttered under his breath before answering, "financial accounting."

you hum in thought, remembering when you took that class simply for the extra credits it gave you on your transcript. from what you remembered, it was nothing too difficult for you and you even tutored some underclassmen on the class last semester. "if you want," you began, "i could try tutoring him. i've already tutored other people on it. plus, it couldn't hurt to try."

toru was eternally grateful for your proposition and offered to pay you back, claiming that it was the least he could do for making you "endure his moronic brother". and while you laughed at the time, you denied his offer of monetary compensation. afterall, it was only one tutoring session for now before you decided to continue tutoring him or just give it up all togther. the more you thought about it, you don't really know what came over you to think you could tutor sato gojo. especially if toru couldn't do it, what made you think you could do any better? in all honesty, you were already prepared for an utter failure of a study session. but the look on toru's stressed face was just so pitiful you knew you had to at least try. besides, if you could handle one gojo twin, how much worse could the other one be?

right?

toru steps to the side, allowing you to come into their dorm and also giving sato a full view of his new tutor. at the sight of you, sato had to stop himself from letting his jaw drop and start drooling. 

when toru had told him about one of his friends coming over to tutor him, sato was fully expecting some campus nerd with glasses, a lisp, and a cheesy outfit that looked right out of a corny 2000s movie. besides, he thought that his brother was only friends with the other geeks in the astrophysics department. so how on earth did his brother know the absolute babe that now stood in their dorm? more than that, why has toru never introduced her earlier? he would have to chew out his twin for this later, but for now, he quickly took in your appearance and your easy interactions with toru. from how you two spoke, sato was quick to guess that the two of you have known each other for some time. but he soon found himself not caring as he fully took you in.

had toru told him that his new tutor was going to be damn near perfect, sato would've been more compliant in this tutoring session. all of a sudden, sato couldn't help but start to stress out. was his hair okay? was there a stain on his shirt (probably)? did his breath stink? were you going to get annoyed at how behind he was in his class?

it's not his fault, honest! what is he supposed to do about the fact that his professor is practically a fossil that's no more entertaining than watching a paint dry? old man gakuganji was probably the most useless professor in the whole campus; doing nothing more than reading off a presentation before handing out impossible tests that were worth more than half of his grade. if only it wasn't required for his major; sato would have long since dropped out of this class.

it was toru's voice that brought him out of his haze. "sato, this is yn. she's tutoring you as a favor to me, so please, at least look like your trying to pay attention. and don't be an ass," toru warns as he turns to leave for his quantam physics class. before he leaves the threshold of their dorm, he turns back to you with an almost concerned look on his face as he puts his hand on your bicep as if to comfort you for what was to come. "i know i asked you to do this and all, but if he really does annoy you, don't be scared to leave. i wouldn't hold it against you." once again, sato takes note of how his brother would purposely go out of his way to be touching you in some way shape or form. which was very much out of his brother's character. was this really the same guy who used hand sanitizer before and after shaking someone's hand?

you chuckle but wave him off, "i think i'll be able to hand a couple hours of tutoring him." the two of you exchange goodbyes and toru offers you good luck before he leaves and you shut the door behind him. you turn back to the couch to see sato akwardly leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"guess it's just me and you then, huh," he attempts to sound cool and almost sly but it comes out all wrong and only makes him sound weird. thankfully, you seem to be merciful enough to only ignore it and join him on the other end of the couch. you offer a fairly warm smile for someone who said they wanted to get this over with quickly just a few minutes ago.

"i know your brother already mentioned it, but i'm yn," you offer kindly. "i tutored a couple people in this class already and toru told me about your—financial issue about being held back."

sato straightens up as he clicks his tongue; leave it to his brother to drag his name through the mud to the hot girl. "it's not nearly as bad as he makes it out to be," sato defends. in all honesty, his grade was probably worse than what his brother knew so he supposes there was some truth in his words. 

you shake your head, "don't worry, sato. i'm not judging you, i just wanna help. im doing this as a favor to toru, yes, but i know how difficult gakuganji's class is."

"you've taken it before?"

you nod, "last year, fall semester; still can't believe i was paying for some old man to read off a presentation."

"exactly!" sato agrees immediately. he had already voiced this complaint to his brother but toru only raised a brow in confusion, claiming that made the class easier. sato supposes that's what he gets for complaining to his genius brother. "how the hell am i supposed to understand whatever bullshit he gives me on a test if all he does is read off his lecture notes?"

this gets a giggle out of you and sato could practically feel his heart pump a little bit faster at the sound. he made a mental note of making a few more jokes througout this tutoring session and also to cuss out toru when he gets home from hiding you away from him for so long.

"i know what you mean. i used to stay up all night studying for his tests until i finally understood the material enough." in all honesty, you had never lost an ounce of sleep over gakuganji's class. it was probably one of the more lighter classes you've taken. for you and toru, it was easier when the professor only read off the notes because you could do it on your own time and learn the material in half the time. but you assumed that hearing about your ease with the class was the last thing sato wanted to hear. "what unit are you guys on right now?" you ask as you pull out your tablet to look for your old notes from this class. 

"uhm, unit seven?" sato guesses.

there are only five units, you think to yourself with a sweatdrop. you hold back a groan and go back to your notes from unit one. "let's just start from the beginning, yeah?"

sato lets out a relieved sigh, "yeah, that sounds good."

this little tutoring session goes on for the next hour or so. you managed to find out that his class was only on unit three so it wasn't too much to catch sato up on. plus, it helped that sato was actually a pretty quick learner. for all toru's complaints, his brother wasn't as much of an idiot as he painted him out to be. sure, he was failing this class and it probably wasn't the only one, but sato was quick to learn different concepts. well, when he wasn't blatantly flirting with you, at least.

"so if youre the revenue and i'm the cost," sato begins as he leans closer to you from where you sat on the couch, "i guess that means we'll have to meet at the breakeven point, hm?"

you bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing out loud but you couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you. "whatever helps you remember the topic, sato."

at the end of every review for the unit, you pulled up a mock quiz for him to take to make sure he was actually retaining the information. nothing too long nor difficult; and he would have finished faster had he not kept trying to catch glimpses of your concentrted face. while he was supposed to be finishing this faux test, you decided to make use of your time to finish up work from one of your own classes. you now sat more comfortably on the couch; back against the arm rest as you sat horizontal with the couch, your legs pulled up to give you something to lean your ipad against as you scribbled down notes and answers. you looked so peaceful doing something as mundane as homework and with the hour now seeping into the afternoon, the late rays of sun managed to seep through the windows of the dorm and hit your face just perfectly to highlight your face. a couple times, you caught him staring at your face and sato was forced to try and play it off as him simply staring off and contemplating about the question. 

when in all actuality, all sato kept thinking about was how cute you were and how the hell you even knew his brother. sure his brother was somewhat of a big deal in his department because of his genius-ness or whatever, but still! what about his brother attracted you to be his friend? or worse, what if the two of you were secerelty dating and toru only played it off as nothing more than a favor between friends? as he passed you his finished quiz, his thoughts wandered to the potential of you and his brother dating.

as you scored his paper, sato tried to come up with a way of asking and confirming his suspicions without coming off as any weirder as he already did.

"so," he drawls, "i hope your boyfriend isn't too mad about me keeping you." your red pen stopps writing as you look up at sato in confusion, prompting him to continue. "i mean—it's just that you've been here for a while- not that im complaining! and i wouldn't want to keep you from your boyfriend-"

its your airy laugh that cuts him off and causes his heart to flutter even more. he could only hope the flush of his cheeks wasn't too obvious. "i don't have a boyfriend so don't worry yourself about it, sato. besides, i freed up my schedule for this today. you're not keeping me from anything."

"seriously?" sato asks in disbelief. "you don't have a boyfriend?"

"didn't toru say not to be an ass?" you poke jokingly, continuing to grade his paper and hiding your shock when he scores an 80. which is a rather high mark in comparison to the 50s he was getting before. 

"i didn't mean it like that!" sato jumps to defend. it was all coming out wrong! he just wanted to find out if you were dating his nerd brother and now it sounds like he's making fun of you. from the way you looked up at him, sato couldn't help but stammer over his words. which, in it of itself was weird. it was so unlike him to get nervous over some girl, let alone one he had just met an hour prior. sato had his fair share of girlfriends and one night stands; he never had a problem talking to them and flirting. what made you any different? what about you made him so nervous that he had to restort to using cheesy accounting jokes just to hear you laugh?

"how did you mean it then?" you ask softly. 

there you go again! doing that thing where you look up at him and flutter your lashes in the way that made sato's heart skip a beat. thankfully, you dropped the topic and shifted to the quiz you finished grading. unfortunately for sato, the skips in his heartrate it only got worse when you moved closer to him on the couch to show him his graded quiz. now, you were close enough where he could smell your perfume; the smell was now engraved in his memory and now, he would never be able to smell it without thinking of you. sato could only pray to whatever god was listening that you couldn't see the red on the tips of his ears and how he bounced his leg from the sheer nerves of being in such proximity with you. if only his brother could see him now; blushing like a virgin just because a girl was just barely touching his side. even sato couldn't believe himself.

the door started to jingle, signalling the both of you that toru was home. a part of sato was annoyed that his brother was home; it meant that you were more than likley going to leave. but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel relieved too; all these rapid heart palpitations couldn't be good for him.

toru opened the door to see you and sato in a fairly close position and though he narrowed his eyes at the sight, he made no comment on it. "surprised you stayed this long, yn," toru says, closing the door and taking off his shoes. "you sure he wasn't too much trouble?"

"you make it sound like i'm some kind of dog," sato grumbles.

"a dog would be easier than you," toru shot back.

you laugh at the interaction of the two twins and move to start packing your things. the smell of your perfume lingered a little but sato found himself missinng your close presence already. "don't be too harsh, toru. it wasn't bad at all, he's a faster learner than you made him out to be."

"i didn't even think he was capable of witholding information for more than thirty minutes," toru hums, as if it was impossible for his twin to even form a complete thought. 

you hear sato mutter something under his breath, something along the lines of "you're such an ass" directed at his brother. as you finish packing up your things, you show the mock quizzes to toru, who had taken a seat on the other side of the couch, putting you right in between the two twins. "i guess i've done the impossible then," you say, handing toru the quizzes. "a near 30 point difference from his old tests, he's not as bad of a student as you paint him to be."

"maybe you're just one hell of a tutor," toru says, still in disbelief that you managed to not only get through to sato but also got him to retain information. 

"she sure is," sato interjects. "guess that means i'll be seeing you more often then, yeah? afterall, i still have a couple weeks left in the sem. more units means more study sessions."

toru sighs at your other side, "the whole point of her tutoring you was so you could catch up and learn on your own. not so you could have her teach you everything."

"at least she teaches me! the old man doesn't do anything but nod off and spit whenever he lectures."

before the two could continue bickering, you stand up from the couch to announce your leave, "it's really no problem. as long as it fits in my schedule, i don't mind tutoring you, sato."

at this, sato gives toru a smug look that said "see?", which recieved an eye-roll from behind toru's glasses. 

"same time tomorrow then?" sato eagerly says, regretting the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. now he reallyfelt like some kind of dog. but before he could even play it off and try to salvage whatever reputation he had left, you spoke. 

"maybe not tomorrow, but i can do the day after," you offer him before looking to toru with a grimace. "yaga has been on my ass about that thesis paper, so i'm gonna head back to my dorm to finish it up."

"i'll walk you back," the gojo twins offer at the same time, leading them to glare at each other as you laughed.

"don't worry about it," you say with a smile. you head over to the door and with your back turned, you didn't get to see how the sato practically scrambled to get up and walk you to the door only to trip when toru extended a foot out. you hear a thump behind you and turn around to find toru with a sweet smile on his face, his frame blocking sato who seemed to be getting up from the floor. "uhm-"

"don't mind him," toru says, putting a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the door and away from sato. "the idiot trips over his own feet, too tall for his own good."

you made no comment on how the two of them were the same height so that meant that toru was also 'too tall for his own good'. toru opens the door for you and offers one last to walk you to your dorm, an offer you yet again refuse. you say your goodbyes and toru closes the door before sato could get around his twin's frame to bid you farewell. in fact, sato was in the middle of saying goodbye when toru shut the door. sato meets his brother's gaze to meet toru's disappointed look.

"y'know," toru begins, "i introduced you to her so she could tutor you. not so you could drool all over her."

sato grits his teeth but doesn't bother defending himself, instead he shoots back, "as if you're any better! the guy who won't even shake someone's hand without hand-santizer, and you can't keep your hands off her. don't act like you're any smoother than me."

"i am smoother than you, i don't make it so obvious," sato says confidently. side-stepping his brother to get past him and walking towards his room, already ignoring his brother behind him. 

"how do you even know her, dork?" sato complains as he marches behind his brother. "there's no way that yn just hangs around you willingly."

"i know this may come off as a shock to you, but there are more qualities that attract a woman than just sex and money," toru says as he pulls open the door to his room and goes to sit at his desk. he didn't bother closing the door, knowing that sato would've busted in regardless. 

"then how come you havent made a move yet?" sato smirks as he leans on his brother's doorframe. 

"i could say the same about you," toru retorts, mimicking the smirk on his brother's face. "you didn't even get her number, did you?"

"uh, well— no, but we were busy," toru stammers. "i know it may be hard to believe but i'm a good student with the right motivation."

toru remains unamused with his brother's antics. "is that so?"

"it is so," sato says confidently. "just you wait, the next time she tutors me, she'll be so head over heels she'll forget all about the dorky twin."

said 'dorky twin' merely chuckles at this, "it's funny you call me the dork when you were practically stuttering like a middleschooler from just talking to her. i can only imagine how you acted during your study session. tell me, did you openly drool in front of her or did u try to hide it behind your textbook?"

sato rolled his eyes and gave his brother the middle finger before leaving the threshold of his twin's room and heading to his own, letting the door slam behind him. he couldn't wait to rub it in toru's stupid, smug face when you and him would go a date. just imagining how cute you would look all dolled up cuased heat to rise to sato's cheeks. he should probably shoot you a text about the study session though- oh right.

"yo toru! send me yn's number!"

"go to hell, sato."

"…please?"

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── .✦ SUKUNA !!

I DONT TW3RK, I R3AD synopsis you’re frat!sukuna’s first real girlfriend and despite everyone’s doubts, you two have a lot more in common than they think. or in which you are just as much of a party animal as sukuna despite your “nerdy” appearance and 4.0 gpa ✮ part one part two hcs

MAKE MY HEART RACE f1 driver! sukuna ... just when sukuna thinks it'll be another round of boring post race interviews, here you come practically calling him a loser on live national tv! ✮ part two

BOXER THIEF sukuna is missing a couple pairs of underwear, but he never thinks you would steal his. he also doesn't know that you've caught him stealing your panties before. all's fair in love and war though, right?

── .✦ TOJI !!

GARDEN KISSES toji is convinced that youre obsessed with choso and doesn't realize how obvious he's being about his jealousy. too bad he doesn't realize the feelings are mutual. and too bad he's taking out his jealousy on poor choso (send help ( ._. )"" ) ✮ part two

── .✦ CHOSO !!

LOAD3D DIP3R emo!choso was all metal and dark. you were pink personified as a mean girl. while you swear you hate his loser guts, your friends compile a case against the two of you consisting of evidence that proves youre dating. spoiler: the two of you are guilty as charged!

── .✦ NANAMI !!

PIG LATIN as you adjust to life in japan and jujutsu tech, a certain blonde takes an interest in you from the moment he saw you. he also learns that love is an emotion that knows no language barrier.

── .✦ GOJO !!

P1NK 1N THE N1GHT you and gojo were nothing more than fuck buddies. nothing more, nothing less. you were using him to distract yourself from a break up and gojo tries to convince himself that he was okay with that. 

BOAF? YES, BOAF. as a favor to a close friend, you have taken it upon yourself to tutor frat!gojo before he fails his midterms. only thing is, he can hardly focus on the textbook because he keeps stammering over his attempts to flirt with you. oh and did i mention your friend was his twin brother, nerd!gojo?

GR33DY CITY despite how shoko and gojo both fight for your attention and love, you stay as oblivious as ever. or so they think.. but hey! what’s wrong with liking the attention >.<

DISTANT LOVER in your thousand years of wandering the earth, you learned several lessons. some of which, were more complex than others. a simple lesson was that humans were as fickle as seasons and their lifespans were nothing in comparison to yours. it is satoru gojo that teaches you the most difficult lesson yet; love.  medieval au!

── .✦ SHOKO !!

GR33DY CITY despite how shoko and gojo both fight for your attention and love, you stay as oblivious as ever. or so they think.. but hey! what’s wrong with liking the attention >.<

scenarios/hcs !!

⋆｡°✩ guessing your inside jokes! (tt trend) snippet you and sukuna participate in the tiktok trend in which you have each other guessing the sland/inside jokes used in your relationship

⋆｡°✩ bf!sukuna with med student!reader hcs of how sukuna is the best bf to overworked and over-caffeinated reader

⋆｡°✩ ryomen "my gf beats me" sukuna

⋆｡°✩ sukuna is proud of his relationship with you; everyone who asks will know that he calls you perfect. others call it sweet but they don't understand how honest he's being. his girl is so damn perfect it's annoying.

⋆｡°✩ "breath out. so i can breath you in" sharing a cig with geto

⋆｡°✩ "nah i'd win" sukuna vs gojo! who can woo you off your feet first?

⋆｡°✩ longest goodbye" many do not know that sukuna had a wife. he intends to keep it that way. he will keep the story of you and your love in his heart, where no one else can take it from him. when time has taken you from him, no one will ever be able to take the memory of you.

⋆｡°✩ sukuna with a gf who has absolutely no social anxiety

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