Six months was enough time to do anything. You could go on a vacation, you could plan a birthday party, you could even save up enough money to go to across the world.
Six months ago that man was still your talking stage. The same man who would rather die than admit he sees Gojo as a father figure is also the same man who is your boyfriend.
You've been dating for him for a while now, and throughout that time you figured a lot of stuff out. His likes, his dislikes, his habits, they were all a reflection of his personality, moody and gloomy.
And despite fighting curses that could level buildings, despite being calm in almost every situation imaginable, your boyfriend still got flustered whenever you got affectionate unexpectedly.
Which was exactly why you did it.
"You know," you said, sitting beside Megumi Fushiguro on the couch, "for somebody who's supposed to be all "singing killed my grandma", you're also very cute."
Megumi glanced up from his book. His expression the same as always whenever he figured you said something dumb or just wasn't worth his time, yet he still indulged. "I'm not...Whatever that means. If you're listening to what Yuji says then he's exaggerating.
"He's definitely not." You leaned against his shoulder, shirting your weight closer to him. causing his posture to stiffen immediately before relaxing slowly.
You turn your head towards him to admire his features. He's just staring at a specific page that was never interesting, his fingers unmoving as his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was deep in thought.
Smiling at the expression you tilted your head slightly. "What's up? Something on your mind?"
Megumi looked at you once the sound of your voice hit his ears. His eyes going from you then back at his book. "Nothing, just a thought."
"Usually whenever you have a thought it means you were thinking about it for a while. You can tell me you know."
He looked at you, then his eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before darting away. Reatreating back to his book.
A grin spread across your face.
Megumi sighed heavily. "Don't. You do this everytime."
"You looked." You teased, poking his shoulder playfully.
He closed his book and rubbed a hand over his face, in his honest opinion, dating you was exhausting. But if someone offered him a chance to pick a lover in any other universe and do it all over again, he'd choose you every time.
You moved closer. "I know what you want. All you gotta do is ask though."
"You're making this way more difficult than it has to be." Yet the way his expression softened instantly shows levels of contradiction.
That was the thing about Megumi. Despite all the words he says and all the looks he gives you he still was the same someone who looked at you like you hung the stars, someone who trusted you enough to let all his walls down.
Your teasing smile faded into something warmer. "You know I love you, right?" You loved teasing him, sure, but you find yourself enjoying these moments between each other. Where you both can just be soft with each other without judgement.
The words made him blink, even after all this time. Hearing it still affected him in more ways than he'd like to admit. "I know."
"Good." You reached up and kissed him.
The kiss was soft and slow, the pace comfortable enough for the both of you to keep up with while also revealing the emotions that never seem to fade. The kind of kiss that came from knowing someone completely.
When you pulled back, Megumi followed without thinking. His lips curling into a small frown as his eyes opened slightly when he realized what he'd done. He wasn't mad, he was confused on why you ended the kiss so soon and why his lips even bothered to follow after yours like a magnet. His ears turned red. "Sorry."
You raised a brow and couldn't stop yourself from smiling. "Why are you apologizing?"
"I wasn't done." He looked away, embarrassed by his own confession. Ito his ears it sounded stupid. But you didn't miss how he sounded so sincere, so completely honest.
His gaze dropped to your lips again and this time he didn't even try to hide it. He was tired of pretending.
You leaned in first.
The second your lips met, Megumi kissed you back immediately. No hesitation, No awkwardness. Just months of affection poured into one moment.
He moved you gently, guiding you onto his lap until he was sure you were comfortable. When he figured you were, one hand came up to gently cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss, and you felt him smile when you moved closer.
When you finally pulled back for air, it lasted all of two seconds before Megumi was already leaning in again, chasing your lips.
As if he'd forgotten whatever cool, composed image he usually maintained. Making you laugh softly against his mouth. "Needy." His face immediately flushed.
You quickly bit back the rest of your words when you felt Megumi's hand go to your hair, tangling in the strands before pulling your head closer to his.
Lips meeting was the only thing you remember before Megumi had you laying on the couch. His hands on your waist with your legs on either side of his hips as he tilted his head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss.
Each time you moved away for a gasp of breath Megumi's lips would quickly hurry after yours.
You didn't think your boyfriend of six months would be into kissing as much as he is, but either way ,who would you be to complain?
a/n: heyy😅 im trying something new with the dividers so i'm hoping it's for the best. Please keep in mind i will keep posts up weekly! Please also expect a lot of changes within posts, i will just be experimenting with different styles to see how you all like them. Requests and taglists are also open!!
random: my birthday's coming up so i will have a birthday special of Megumi bc....thats my man? But other than that i would also like to thank you all for the new followers!! You're all the best! mwah 😘
@after-urh34rt happy birth-month!! i love u sososo much!!
synopsis - late night with gumi, but it’s your birthday!!
cw - fluff | black coded fem!reader | aged up fic | oneshot
A few days ago you were sent on a mission alone, it wasn’t a problem but this curse was pretty hard to track down. By the time you’d killed it you were tired, it was about 11:47 at night, you had enough time to make it back to you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment.
As you were on the train you got a notification, a text from megumi!
11:52 PM
gumiii💘 : hey, you good?
you : hi ml!!
you : yeah, omw home now
gumiii💘 : okay, you injured?
you : only a few scratches
you : other than that i’m fine, just tired
gumiii 💘 : that’s good, i’ll see you soon
you : okii, love you
gumiii 💘 : I love you more
You smile to yourself, and slightly doze off on your way home. You stir awake once the train stops. It’s your stop. you grab your bag and get off.
It’s about a 5 minute walk from your apartment. you check the time, 12:11. Megumi was probably waiting up for you.
You think about random things on your walk home. What to eat when you wake up? what day is it again sunday, or monday? Did megumi buy more cat food for nugget and etta? You make it to your door and grab your key and open the door.
You exhale, happy to be home. You drop your stuff by the door.
“Baby i’m homeee”
you toss your braids over your shoulder. You go over to your sleeping cats and pet them both.
You go to the your bedroom.
“Hi gumi!”
You run over and hug him, slightly on your tippy toes. You put your head in his next and inhale his scent, He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head.
“Hello my love”
You guys stay like that for awhile then you pull away, you can see him checking over your body to look for any injuries, one he sees your fine he doesn’t say anything.
“Okay i’m gonna change into my pjs then we can lay down.”
“Don’t take too long”
He says as you get some shorts from your drawer, and take his Weezer shirt to wear, and go to the bathroom.
You pee, and quickly discard of your bra. You put some random barbie bandaids over your scratches. Thankfully they weren’t too deep. You wrap of your braids and put on your bonnet. Lastly you brush your teeth, You can hear Megumi shuffling around in the room, You just assume he’s putting his pajamas on.
You open the door-
“Happy birthday!”
He says with some enthusiasm on his voice.
Birthday?…oh shit it is your birthday! Kinda bad you forgot..but you were on a pretty long mission…
On the bed there a pretty blue cake with a singular candle on it. In gold detailing words it says “Happy birthday”. The tops all have pretty white ribbons on them.
Behind the cake is a a basket. From what you can see there’s a big Cinnamaroll plushie, a bag of Only blue jolly ranchers, A set of the Vanilla Cashmere Eos products, a bunch of different lip glosses and lip liners, and a card.
You swear the gifts alone could make you tear up. Maybe the lack of sleep is making you emotional- Or maybe it’s the look on his face like he’s watching to make sure you like everything.
“Awhh Gumi you didn’t have to get me all this stuff”
“I didn’t… but i wanted to, you deserve it- plus there’s more but you can open them after you sleep… Do you like it?”
He has a faint blush on his cheeks
you sit on the love seat in front of the bed and move the basket closer towards you.
“I love it gumi, thank you”
You kiss his temple and reach for the card.
“You don’t have to read that now!-“
You ignore his comment and open the card
To my dear, Y/n
We both know I’m not the best at communicating my feelings, but for you i’m willing to try my best.
I truly am a happier man when you’re by my side, and I thank you for staying by my side even when times were tough. Without you theres no way I would’ve gotten through it.
You are my light in this dark world and I love you more than you could ever know.
Happy birthday
Sincerely, Megumi
You already feel the tears in your piling up by the time you’re done reading, You pout and turn to Megumi. His cheeks were painted pink.
“Don’t cry- It wasn’t that much-“
“No baby it was perfect, I’ll cry if i want it’s my birthday”
You basically pounced on him, you kissed his face
“Thank you Gumi, I love you so much”
You pulled back slightly and kissed his lips… You both pulled away
“No problem…”
He grabbed the cake, and pulled a lighter out his back pocket; lighting the candle
“Make a wish”
You look up at him…
You blow out the candle…
The only thing you could wish for, was for him to stay by your side…
a/n - HAPPY BDAY RINNY!!! I hope you liked it, and again I love you sososo much! I don’t really expect this fic to do that well it’s kinda specific, but idc it was fun. I’m still working on pt2 for trouble… but i’ll get it done soon i promise!! Thanks for all the recent support!!
You played too much and you knew it too. But how are you supposed to restrain the need to participate in all the TikTok trends you've seen when your boyfriend's reaction could be the most funniest there is?
You were in your room scrolling on your phone, landing to see TikTok of a woman at a restaurant with her husband. It seemed fairly normal at first... Until the waiter came and asked if they were ready to order.
The woman instantly began asking her husband if she was able to get the most simple things, such as water and things, making it seem as if her husband was controlling, which left him in shock and confusion.
Now, it's not funny. In fact the prank could end horribly, but just imagine how your boyfriend Toji Fushiguro would act when you do such thing! So obviously Toji didn't pass on the opportunity to go out when you asked, suspecting nothing at all.
-
The waiter approached your table with a friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Kequine and I will be your server for this evening. Are there any drinks I can start you two off with today?" She tapped away on the tablet she was holding, ready to keep track with your requests.
Toji barely glanced at the menu, he didnt need to know what he wanted. "I'll just take a Dr. Pepper, nothing too serious."
"And for you?" The waiter nodded and turned to you.
"Am I allowed to get something besides a water? Last time you got upset when I ordered a lemonade so..."
The waiter and Toji paused while you just sat here putting on that nervous act. You kept a perfectly serious face, eyes darting around. "I just wanted to make sure."
The waiter suddenly became very interested in her tablet.
"Allowed? What the hell are you talking about?" Toji stared at you, really stared. He stared for what felt like an eternity before sitting up straight, glancing between you and the waiter. "You can order whatever you want"
Before things could escalate the waiter quickly cleared her throat. "Haha, err... Maybe if you know what you want, i could also get your orders?.."
"A steak with whatever else has the most calories, and whatever they want." He didn't break eye contact once, determined to figure out what was going on with you, making you quickly avoid eye contact to look at the floor. Continuing this act of nervousness.
"So the burger is okay?" You mumbled out.
"Yes."
"The fries?"
"Yes."
"The milkshake?"
"Yes."
"The cheesecake?"
"Order two. It doesn't matter cause I ain't payin'"
You nodded thoughtfully, breaking into a small relieved smile. "You're being really generous today, usually you'd just yell and tell me to get a salad." You looked up at the man across from you.
The waiter looked horrified, turning around and pretending to be interested in anything but whatever this was. But Toji looked annoyed, he didn't see this shit as a game. "You got three desserts yesterday, quit acting like that. I'm not some controlling bastard." He maintained eye contact with you, looking closely to see if he can find something that might be a giveaway to why you were doing this.
Then he noticed something.
The slight twitch at the corner of your mouth, the way your phone was angled slightly upward from under the table to catch his reaction, his eyes locked onto the device.
"Oh," Toji smirked. "that's what this is."
You immediately started laughing, the waiter looking between you both with a relieved look "It's a prank?" she asked.
"It's a prank," He confirmed. "Y'know what? Yeah, I don't let them order anything."
"What?" You raised a brow.
Toji continued speaking directly to the camera. "Every meal is government approved. Salad on Mondays. Bread on Tuesdays. Water if they're lucky."
The waiter turned her head to laugh, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent any noise from coming out. Yet Toji looked completely serious.
"If they misbehave, it's celery." He leaned back in in the booth, arms folded.
His display earning him a playful eyeroll from you. "You're supposed to deny it!"
"Why? This is funnier."
The video ended with you laughing uncontrollably while Toji sat there looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You ended up posting the video to see the TikTok blowing up. Comments flooding in pretending to be concerned while Toji replied whatever he felt.
Top Comment: "Blink twice if you need help."
Toji's reply: "They don't have permission to blink."
Second Top Comment: "Do you need help?"
Toji's reply: "They need written authorization before being able to answer comments."
You learned that you can't even get away with trying to make your boyfriend look bad cause he'd always find a way to do it himself.
culinary student reader who always asks for taste testers and any frat jjk men who adores eating her cooking
I literally love this idea so much, never once have i ever thought of this in my life. I do admit this request has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i do apologize for the wait! Hope you enjoy it though, mwah!
syn! - you're a culinary student visiting the people who love you most for a taste test of your new dish | frat jjk au | jjk college au | fluff
𖦹Frat/college AU 𖦹alcohol consumption 𖦹party atmosphere 𖦹strong language, flirting 𖦹party culture 𖦹Fraternity setting 𖦹college-party references. 𖦹might be ooc 𖦹plug mentions
The party was already in full swing when you arrived—music shaking the walls, laughter spilling out into the hallway, and someone absolutely losing at beer pong like it was a personal tragedy. You adjusted your little tray of food samples with a soft breath, trying not to look like you were walking into chaos on purpose.
You were. But still.
“Okay,” you murmured to yourself, smoothing your expression into something gentle. “Be normal and don’t overwhelm anyone. It's just samples. You got this."
That plan lasted about five seconds.
You found the first target where you expected him to be—on the couch in the living room like he had paid rent for it, but to be honest, there's no way this frat boy was ever renting something. He'd pay for it or wouldn't buy it at all.
Satoru Gojo was leaning back with that easy, unbothered confidence, sunglasses still on despite the flashing party lights. His hair poking through the hat he wore backwards, claiming it made him look cool.
People were clearly orbiting him, laughing too hard at his jokes, but the moment you stepped in front of him, his attention snapped to you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room. “Well,” he said, tilting his head. “My favorite chef returns.”
“I brought something,” you said softly, holding out the tray of samples. “If you want to try.”
His grin widened a little at your tone. “If I want to? That’s cute. You always ask like I’d say no to you.”
You blinked, a little flustered already, and he noticed—of course he did. He always noticed. He tried it, slower this time, less performative. When he finished, he didn’t joke immediately. Just looked at you like he was actually thinking about you instead of the food.
“You’re getting good,” he said finally.
"Good?”
“Yeah,” he leaned forward slightly. “People are gonna start waiting around just to see what you make them next.”
Your ears warmed. “It’s just cooking.”
“Not to me.” He shrugged. Then, softer, almost like it slipped out before he could turn it into a joke, “You ever think about letting me take you out instead of just taking my opinion?”
You stared at him for half a second too long, then quickly turned away with a small, polite laugh. “You wouldn't want to take me out."
Behind you, he laughed like he’d already won something anyway.
The kitchen was louder, messier, and somehow even more overwhelming. Judging by how everyone was purposefully avoiding the kitchen, you already knew who was planted there.
Ryomen Sukuna had that usual scowl on his face. He was leaning against the counter like the concept of effort offended him personally. He looked at you the second you entered, expression sharp—but it softened just slightly when he saw you weren’t there to argue.
“You’re persistent,” he said. "Seen you with that idiot Gojo and knew you were asking for opinions again."
“I made more things,” you replied gently, offering the sample. “If you want.”
He took it without breaking eye contact. The silence while he tasted it felt heavier than before, but not hostile—more like he was actually considering you along with the food this time. When he finished, he clicked his tongue. “…You’re getting better,” he said.
You smiled, shying away from his gaze. “That sounds like approval.”
“It’s not praise,” he said automatically, then paused. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Despite his words, his eyes lingered a second longer than usual. “You always look like you’re trying too hard to be polite,” he added.
“I don’t want to bother anyone.” You shrugged, meeting his eye once more.
That made him scoff, but it wasn’t as harsh as usual.
“You’re not a bother,” he said flatly, like the words annoyed him. Then, after a beat, “Come here next time without the tray. I’ll buy you something that’s not as good as your food, but my company will make up for it."
You blinked at him. “Was...That an invitation?" You asked carefully.
He didn’t correct you further, just watched as you smiled at him before walking away to a quieter environment.
Down the hall, the noise softened into something more focused once you entered a familiar room within the frat house—the tattoo room lit warmly, music lower, atmosphere calmer. Suguru Geto was there again, sleeves rolled, finishing a piece on someone’s arm with careful precision.
He looked up when you entered, and this time his expression changed slightly—less observer, more attentive. “You came back,” he smiled.
“I brought you something to try,” you replied softly, stepping closer. He set his tools down immediately, giving a small word to whoever he was working on about a five minute break.
When he tasted your food, his gaze didn’t leave you for long. It wasn’t intense in a harsh way—more like he was trying to understand you the same way he understood everything else he worked on.
“This is better than last time,” he said quietly. “More confident.” He tilted his head, a small smile he reserved only for you coming to his face like it's natural. “You’re always so gentle when you ask for feedback.”
“I don’t want people to feel pressured.” You gave a small smile
“That’s going to get you taken advantage of,” he clicked his tongue, not unkindly. His gaze softened further. "You should be appreciated properly.” Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he added, “Let me take you somewhere sometime. Not a party. Somewhere quieter.”
Your hands tightened slightly around the tray. “That’s… kind of you.”
“It’s not kindness,” he said, but his voice had gone lower. “It’s interest.”
You excused yourself before you could overthink that. The hallway upstairs was quieter, the music muffled, the air cooler. You walked into a room and found Choso sitting near a window again, away from the crowd, like he always drifted toward the edges of noise instead of the center of it. Someone walked past you back down to the party. Probably one of his regular clients.
When he saw you, he immediately straightened a little. “You made more food,” he said, like he was genuinely happy about it.
“I did,” you replied, offering it to him. “If you want to try.”
He accepted it carefully, as if it mattered more than just taste. After a moment, he looked at you again, quieter than before. “You’re always kind when you give things to people. I like when you come here.” He looked up at you as he chewed meaningfully on the sample.
Your expression softened before you could stop it. “You do?”
He nodded, serious. Then, a little hesitantly, “If you wanted, I could walk you home after this. So you don’t have to leave alone." He looked back outside as he rethought what he said. "You know, because i want to. By the way." he added quickly, like he needed you to understand it wasn’t obligation.
And for a moment, the party outside didn’t feel so loud.
The next stop was upstairs into a different room, where the quietness moved into tired laughter and scattered conversations. Walking into the room you see a group of sorority girls laughing and giggling about whatever. In the center Shoko Ieiri was still on the bed, legs stretched out, watching you enter like she’d been expecting you specifically.
“You look like you’ve been collecting opinions all night,” she said.
“I have,” you admitted, setting the tray down.
She tried it immediately, as always. “…It’s good,” she said after a moment, then looked at you more directly. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble like this," She pointed at the sample before at you with her “with people thinking you’re easy to approach.”
You blinked. “I just ask for feedback.”
“I know,” she said, and her tone softened slightly. “If you’re going to keep coming to places like this, at least let someone walk you out. I’m not saying me specifically. I’m just saying… don’t wander off alone.”
You smiled a little. “That’s kind of you.”
She rolled her eyes and dismissed you playfully with the flick of her wrist. You smiled, walking back downstairs to the chaos in search of one last person.
The party was louder now—messier too, like the whole house had fully given up on structure. You balanced your tray carefully as you moved through it, already a little flushed from too many opinions, too many lingering looks that felt less like feedback and more like attention that didn’t know how to behave yet.
You weren’t expecting to find him so easily.
Kento Nanami, the resident nerd, was sitting at the kitchen island like he had accidentally walked into the wrong universe. Clean posture, calm expression, drink barely touched. He looked at the chaos around him like it was mildly inefficient.
Then his eyes landed on you. “…You’re the culinary student,” he said, as if confirming a fact from a report.
You nodded a little shyly. “I brought something if you want to try.”
He accepted it without hesitation, precise and polite. After one bite, his expression barely shifted—but his gaze sharpened slightly. “Good control,” he said. “You don’t overdo anything,” he nodded subtly. “That’s harder than it sounds.”
You blinked. “Is that… a compliment?”
“It is,” he said after a pause. “Don’t let people make you think otherwise.” A beat passed, quieter than the party around you. His eyes wandered around to everyone before back to you. “You shouldn’t be moving through all this alone,” he added.
“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Everyone’s been nice-"
“That’s not what I meant.” His eyes held yours a moment longer. “If you’re going to keep doing this,” he said, “let me walk you out when you’re done.”
You nodded with a polite smile. The kitchen had barely reset itself when you realized your tray wasn’t actually empty—you just kept refilling it in your head, like there was always one more person you hadn’t gotten feedback from yet.
That’s when you spotted him near the back door, half outside, half inside, like he couldn’t decide if he was part of the party or just stealing from it.
You quickly excused yourself from the bookworm and made your way to Toji Fushiguro, who looked like he’d already lost a fight with life and won anyway. Hoodie loose, posture relaxed in a way that suggested he’d never once asked permission to take up space. A red cup sat in his hand like an afterthought.
When you approached, he glanced at your tray immediately. “…You offering food or charity?” he asked.
You blinked. “Taste test.”
That got a low huff of amusement. “Same thing,” he said.
He took it anyway, no hesitation, like he was broke enough to never refuse free anything. He ate it, leaned back against the wall, and studied you like you were the more interesting part of the interaction. “Not bad,” he said. “You feeding the whole house like this?”
“I like getting feedback,” you replied softly.
“That so?” His eyes narrowed slightly, amused. “You doing this for everyone, or am I special?”
You hesitated. “Everyone.”
“Lame answer,” he said, but he was smiling a little now. Toji took another bite, then tilted his head at you. "Someone’s gonna start thinking you’re doing it for them specifically if you keep handing out samples like this.” His tone was teasing, but his gaze lingered a second too long.
Then he pushed off the wall slightly. “Next time you bring food,” he added, “don’t make me come find you for it.”
You smiled a little. “You want this to be a regular thing?"
He nodded before walking away with a wave of his hand, exiting the party. You knew he was doing that to look cool. Considering his broken down car somehow got worse and is in the shop. Point being, he had no reason to be leaving now since he rode here with Gojo.
You stood there with empty containers and too many lingering invitations disguised as casual comments, it felt like something else had shifted too.
Less like you were just collecting taste tests.
More like you were accidentally collecting people who were starting to hope you’d come back for reasons that had nothing to do with food.
Some people see marriage as a new beginning. A way to start life with a new and fresh mind and a way to navigate life with another person, while others may see it as something romantical. Something where you spend all your time loving another person and being all lovey-dovey together.
You discovered, that your marriage a mix of both. But it was mainly consisting of something else—
Marriage was arguing with Suguru Geto about absolutely ridiculous things ever. Each day brought up a new set of irritations.
—
"You moved my mug." You walk back into the kitchen to find your mug on the right side of the counter when you remember you clearly put it on the left, you always did.
Suguru didn't even look up from his book. "I did not." He sounded unamused, like he was used to this game.
"You did."
"I didn't."
"It was on the left side of the counter."
"It has always been on the right."
You pointed dramatically. "There is a coffee ring on the left side, my mug was there."
"There is also a coffee ring on the right side," Suguru finally glanced over. "It proves you spill coffee."
You narrowed your eyes. "That doesn't prove shit, I put my coffee on the left, so how did it end up on the right?"
He finally put his book down, "Regardless, it's your mug. I don't understand why you're so upset about the placement when it doesn't even affect the taste at all. Is it your time of the month?"
Staring up at you with feigned concern, Suguru sighed. The kind he did when he knew he's making you mad but wanted to see how far he could go with it.
You blinked at him once, fighting the urge to just grab the coffee mug and hit him with it repeatedly.
The argument ended with you sulking while drinking your coffee and Suguru apologizing for provoking a reaction out of you while pretending not to laugh.
That was usually how it went.
—
"It is literally the same man."
"It isn't."
"It is."
You looked right at the long haired man and scoffed. You both spent the past ten minutes watching an old movie named 'Man of Steel" debating if Henry Cavill was the same man who played in "Walking Out'.
News flash! It's not.
"I know what i'm talking about," You pressed. "the nose is different"
"The nose is not different, they're the same person." Suguru insisted, he was very eager to prove you wrong. He always was. "The energy is the same."
"The energy?"
"Yes," He glanced at you. "the energy is very...Henry-like."
You stared. "That is not evidence."
"It is to me."
Three minutes later both of you were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, searching on your phones.
When the answer finally appeared, You triumphantly held up your screen.
"See? The man who played in 'Walking Out' was Matt Bomer."
He looked at your screen, then at his, then back at your screen before putting his phone away and staring at the movie.
"I still think the energy is the same."
"Say you're wrong."
He sighed deeply, Suguru never had a problem apologizing when he was wrong, but he hated the look on your face.
"It wasn't even that serious."
"It is serious"
"It's never that serious"
"it is serious." You repeated, refusing to let this go.
In the end Suguru didn't even apologize, he watched the film in silence and refused to look your way.
—
Then there was the thermostat war.
A conflict that had somehow lasted three years. Mind you, you got married three years ago.
You increase the temperature? Suguru would lower the temperature.
You would raise it again.
He would lower it again.
Raise.
Lower.
Raise.
Lower.
Until you walked in to see him lowering the thermostat once more on a very cold winter day, irritation visible on his face. His hand froze on the lower button. "What?"
"Put it back to how i had it." Crossing your arms, annoyed.
"It's too warm. No one wants to be warm like you, lavagirl."
"It's winter."
"I'm aware."
Five minutes later both of you were sitting together under the same blanket while Suguru quietly rubbed your cold hands.
The thermostat remained exactly where he wanted it.
—
The most ridiculous argument, however, occurred because of grocery shopping. Specifically because Suguru insisted on buying fruit he never actually ate.
"You bought bananas." You looked up from the grocery bags to the man putting up the rest of the groceries.
"Yes, what of it?"
"You don't eat bananas."
"I might." He glanced at you before returning his attention back onto the task at hand.
"You won't."
"I could."
"They're turning brown."
"They still have potential."
You rolled your eyes deeply. "That's not how fruit works."
The bananas sat untouched for a week.
Every day you pointed at them, every day Suguru claimed he had plans for them. And eventually you found him making banana bread at eleven o'clock at night. You walked into the kitchen, he looked guilty.
Crossing your arms with a raised brow, you sighed deeply. A habit that you gained ever since you met Suguru. "You were never going to eat them, were you?"
"No." He shook his head, his pride didn't allow him to look up at you. He knew you were right and he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him.
"So that entire argument was pointless."
"Mostly."
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Then both of you started laughing, the sound mingling together and filling the rest of the empty apartment.
That was the thing about being married to Suguru, the arguments never felt serious. They were less like fights and more like an ongoing competition neither of you intended to win or lose.
Even when you annoyed each other.
Even when you rolled your eyes.
Even when he stole your side of the bed and claimed he hadn't moved an inch.
Even when you stole his hair ties and claimed it was yours.
The sound of rain hammered against the windows the sound deafening in the quiet atmosphere.
The entire house smelled like baby powder, whiskey, and dinner that was left cold and untouched because your daughter figured that tonight was the best night to scream and cry for hours on end. Two hours to be precise.
Toji looked second away from fighting an infant or strangling himself.
"She's doing it on purpose, she always waits until i sit down." He muttered from the couch, dark hair damp from the ten minute shower he just finished taking a few minutes ago.
You laughed tiredly from the nursery doorway. "She's six months, Toji. Of course she's going to scream."
"Exactly. Old enough for psychological warfare." He stood from his spot on the couch to join you in the nursery, your daughter blinked up at him from your arms. Eyes wide and clearly sleepy.
Toji narrowed his.
"She's got your face," he accused, as if it was a bad thing.
"That's not an insult."
"It is when she's obviously judging me."
The baby yawned dramatically as you walked past Toji and into the living room, settling down onto the couch carefully bouncing her lightly until her tiny fingers curled around your shirt collar.
Toji watched the entire thing completely silent. Not with annoyance. With that look. That quiet look he got whenever he stared too long at you and your child and forgot to hide how much he loved his family.
It still startled you sometimes.
Because Toji Fushiguro wasn't supposed to look domestic.
He was all rough edges and scars. Sharp smiles that promised trouble. The kind of man people would look away from and jaywalk from one side of the sidewalk to the other in the middle of traffic in front of a police officer proudly just to avoid.
And yet here he was at two in the morning in nothing but black sweatpants because apparently wearing a shirt was suffocating, holding out his arms for his daughter with irritation written all over his face. Not out of genuine annoyance, but out of sleepiness.
"C'mere," he grunted. Your daughter immediately reaching for him.
Toji comfortably settled her against his chest, one massive hand covering nearly her entire back while she snuggled into him.
You stared, watching. "She doesn't like you more if that's what you're thinking."
"She does"
"She threw up on you earlier today."
"And?"
"You didn't change your shirt after," You sighed remembering the events. "That's gross."
"Why would i? She was comfortable."
Your chest tightened painfully at how casually he sounded saying things like that now.
Toji noticed immediately. He always did. "What?"
You shrugged. "Nothing."
"Bullshit"
You shook your head, smiling softly. "You're just...good at this."
Toji snorted like the idea offended him. "I'm really not." Though he grew silent looking at the baby sprawled against his chest. Quiet. Thoughtful. "I just don't want her growing up with a shitty father," He muttered. "Especially when..." He drifted off but you knew what he wanted to say. It was about Megumi.
"Shut up with that. You're doing good now, stop selling yourself short. You're a good father, Toji."
Toji went still. "You're good at reading me."
"Occupational hazard."
"Hm."
Your daughter shifted in his arms, Toji looked down at her once more.
Then at you.
And something changed in his expression.
Slowly. Dangerously.
"What?" you asked immediately.
His mouth twitched
"What are you getting all suspicious for?"
"Because every time you look at me like that i end up naked or pregnant."
"To be fair, in this case it was both."
You rolled your eyes standing from the couch and reached for your daughter who was now asleep. Toji handed her over without question, following you as you walked back into the nursery and placed her comfortably in her crib, tucking her in.
“You know,” he said quietly, "You looked good pregnant." he said suddenly.
You raised a brow. "That's your line?"
"I'm serious."
"That's worse."
Toji grinned with a shrug of his shoulders.
hen his expression darkened again as he leaned closer, voice dropping lower.
“Couldn’t keep my hands off you then either.”
Your breath caught.
Because he was telling the truth.
Toji had been unbearable during your pregnancy — obsessed with touching you, kissing you, keeping his hands on your stomach every chance he got. Possessive in a way that should’ve been irritating but somehow only made your heart pound harder.
Even now his palm slid absentmindedly across your waist like muscle memory.
You whispered, careful not to wake up the six month old baby in the crib sleeping thoughtfully. "Stop staring."
"Can you blame me? You give me a kid and look even hotter afterward. It's not fair at all."
"I hate you."
"You married me."
Unfortunately true.
Toji shifted carefully, making sure not to wake the baby before pulling you closer until your thighs pressed against his.
Then, quieter this time:
“I think I want another one.”
Your lips parted slightly. "Toji...Stop lying."
"I mean it." No teasing, no smug grin. Just honesty. Which affected you way more than it shouldve.
"Another one?" You carefully searched his face.
"Yeah, i like this."
“Toji Fushiguro admitting he likes domestic life?” you teased softly. “Should I document this historical event?”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
You smiled.
But Toji’s hand moved to your waist again, fingers spreading possessively beneath your shirt while his gaze held yours.
“I spent most of my life not wanting shit,” he admitted quietly. “Didn’t see the point.”
Your chest tightened.
“But now I come home and you’re here.” His thumb stroked slowly against your skin. “She’s here.” A pause. “Makes me greedy.”
The sincerity in his voice nearly wrecked you.
Toji noticed immediately.
“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes darkening slightly. “That face right there’s gonna make me put another baby in you.
"Now you're ruining the moment."
"I'm communicating."
"That is NOT communicating."
"It got your attention though, didn't it?"
He leaned in before you could answer, kissing you slowly this time — deep enough to make your thoughts blur instantly.
And when he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, his voice dropped to a rough murmur.
syn - getting high with plug!choso | jjk frat au | fluff + a bit angsty
ft - choso
𝜗ৎ recreational drug use 𝜗ৎmentions of joints, cannabis 𝜗ৎintoxication 𝜗ৎreferences to drug dealing 𝜗ৎchoso is a plug/drug dealer 𝜗ৎImpaired judgement while intoxicated 𝜗ৎ could be considered substance abuse 𝜗ৎ mentions of getting high
The party was loud enough to shake the walls.
Bass rattled through the old fraternity house, cups littered every available surface, and somebody in the backyard was definitely trying to start a wrestling match for no reason. A guy with long black hair trying to give others tattoos, the stupid twins who were completely polar opposites on different sides of the rooms, it was a mess.
You were over it.
After two hours of people yelling in your ear and asking if you wanted to play beer pong, your social battery had flatlined.
Which was exactly how you ended up wandering upstairs in search of somewhere quiet.
Unfortunately—or fortunately—you found Choso Kamo instead.
The frat's unofficial plug was stretched across a couch in one of the upstairs lounges, hoodie half-zipped, long dark hair tied messily. The room smelled faintly like incense and weed.
A stark contrast to the chaos downstairs.
His eyes lifted from his phone when you stepped inside. "There you are." He smiled. "Been looking for you."
Your heart did an annoying little flip.
Choso wasn't exactly subtle about liking you. Everybody knew, including you. You just hadn't figured out what to do about it.
"What'd you need me for?" you asked.
"Nothing."
"Then why were you looking for me?"
His shoulders lifted into a small shrug. "Wanted to see you."
There it was. That stupidly honest thing he did that made it impossible to tell if he was flirting or simply incapable of lying. You rolled your eyes to hide your smile. "You must love me."
"I do."
The answer came so quickly that it made you laugh. His gaze lingered on you as you sat down beside him, the couch dipping slightly.
For a few seconds neither of you said anything. The noise from downstairs became distant, muted and comfortable.
Then Choso reached into his pocket. "You smoke?" You eyed the blunt he held between two fingers.
not bothering for an answer he handed it over and you took it. "Thought plugs weren't supposed to share."
He nodded, confirming what you said. "They don't."
"So why am I special?"
"'Cause you're you."
Twenty minutes later, you felt buzzed. The room felt warm and your limbs felt heavier. The music drifting through the floorboards sounded weirdly beautiful but you knew it was just bullshit playing.
You sat slouched into the couch cushions while Choso sat beside you, one arm stretched across the backrest. Not touching, just close enough to be distracting.
"You ever notice," you said slowly, "that ceiling fans are kinda threatening?"
Choso looked up at the completely normal ceiling fan. Then back at you. "No." He stared for a moment at your expression, then laughed. Not the smile he usually gave, he laughed.
You pointed at him. "You should do that more. Laugh."
"I laugh around you." His expression softened.
The butterflies returned even through the haze- matter of fact- especially through the haze. You groaned and buried your face in your hands. "See, this is why I can't get high with you."
"What makes you say that?" He raised a brow at your statement, leaning closer and giving you his full attention.
"Because every sentence sounds like a confession."
His head tilted. "They usually are."
"Choso," You started off as you leaned back against the couch cushions. "You cant just say that." When he asked why you just thought in your head listing the reasons.
Because your heart wasn't built for it. Because every time he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing something precious. Because you were starting to look back the same way. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it. So you just finished off saying, "You're ridiculous."
He smiled, only a little, but it was enough.
A while later, the two of you somehow ended up sitting on the floor. You couldn't remember how or why, but you were just rambling about something of little importance.
But Choso listened with complete focus and attention. Most people would've thought you were saying something important from the way he was listening, and to his ears, you were. Every opinion mattered.
He stared with the intensity of a man who looked at you like you hung the stars.
The kind that made you feel important.
Halfway through your rant, you realized he wasn't looking at anything except you. "Why are you staring? Is there something on my face?" You begin wiping the corner of your mouth with your sleeve.
He tilted his head as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. And to him, he was. "You're pretty." Seeing your absolute shock right after, he immediately apologized. "Sorry."
"No, no, it's fine." You said shaking your head. "It's just...You said it like it was nothing." Your words earned a frown from him. "It wasn't nothing."
You bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile. You leaned back until your back hit the couch and turned your head away from his.
Concern immediately appeared on Choso's face when he seen your actions. "You okay? Did i do something?"
"You keep being nice." You commented, finally looking at him. You met face to face with a man who had the look of confusion on his face. his brows furrowed slightly and his frown deepening. "That's bad?"
You stared at him and he stared at you.
Then you both started laughing.
And for a while, that was all there was.
Eventually the laughter faded into something warmer, the room falling into a soft atmosphere.
You found yourself sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him against the couch. Comfortable, quiet, relaxing.
"You tired?" Choso nudged your shoulder. ""You can stay up here., yknow. If you want."
You looked over. His eyes were half-lidded and gentle. "You sure?" You asked.
"Always." He responded, a small smile on his face.
Your chest tightened in the best way. Without really thinking about it, you let your head fall onto his shoulder.
He froze at your sudden contact before slowly easing into it, his smile widening.
The moment of silence that filled the air stopped when he softly spoke. "You know i love you, right?"
You blinked multiple times before looking down. You knew. Of course you knew. You felt the same way. But you couldn't say it. Not because you didn't want too, you really did. You just couldn't accept it.
Telling Choso about your feeling would change everything.
You wouldn't be thinking for yourself anymore, you would have a whole other person to consider in everything. You would have to deal with the expectations of a couple. People would look at you both and have comments, they would have thoughts.
You didn't want that right now.
Before you could respond Choso seemed to realize the meaning behind your silence. "It's okay. You don't have to say it now. I just wanted you to know."
Your chest tightened. Not in the way it did earlier, but with guilt. "I'm sorry."
Choso shook his head. "I'll wait however long you need me too. Take your time."
Closing your eyes, you nodded. Shifting closer to him if that was even possible. And he let you.
And neither of you moved away.
a/n - so eerrrr, i was clearly in the mood for angst. my badd 😘 MY BIRTHDAY IS TMRWW!!! there will be a birthday special for megumi just probably later, not now. Other than that, i dont think there's anything else to say!
syn - Sukuna asks Yuji to take him to a place forgotten by history. there, beneath centuries of moss and silence, rests the only person he never truly left behind. The only woman he ever loved.
{ Ryomen Sukuna }
☆grief ☆mourning ☆dead reader ☆Cemetery ☆emotional hurt,comfort ☆loneliness ☆bittersweet ending ☆mentions of past mass violence ☆melancholy ☆emotional Themes
angst | fluff | oneshot
The request came without warning. Yuji was in the middle of walking back to Jujutsu tech after running a small errand for Gojo, nothing serious, just walking to a shop Gojo frequented for sweets.
He was so focused on his surroundings he didn't at all notice the mouth and small eye forming on his cheek, indicating the worst terror there was finally decided to show himself. "Brat."
Yuji blinked at the sound of the voice before he sighed deeply, that same sigh he reserved only for Sukuna. Already annoyed, Yuji only kept his word minimal. "What."
"Go somewhere." Sukuna's voice replied through the mouth.
Yuji raised a brow while halting his movements. "...That's suspicious."
The mouth on his cheek curled into a grin. "How is that suspicious?"
"You've literally tried to kill me."
"Several times."
"Not helping your case."
Sukuna was quiet for a moment before finally coming to the conclusion to say something. "There's something I want to see."
Yuji frowned. Sukuna didn't say destroy, slaughter, nor did he say that he wanted to kill something. He wanted to see. "See..." Yuji repeated in a mumble. He was curious, to be honest, very curious. But at the same time, he didn't want to be the person to blame if Sukuna was just plotting to actually cause chaos.
After a moment of silence and consideration Yuji looked at the ground before once again, sighing deeply. "...Where?" he didn't have a good feeling about this at all, but curiosity took over. And as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
Sukuna gave directions.
A place far outside the city, past abandoned roads swallowed by forests that had long since reclaimed the land. It wasn't anywhere important anymore. No cursed energy. No lingering spirits.
Nothing.
Which somehow made Yuji even more suspicious. The walk took about hours. Good thing he left in the morning. Yuji thought before taking this as a chance to say something. "So..." Yuji muttered. "What's here?"
No answer.
Yuji tried again, "...Planning something?" only to be met with the same thing. Silence.
"...Sukuna?" He tried one more time and got— Nothing.
That alone made Yuji uncomfortable. The King of Curses never shut up this long.
Eventually the trees opened into a small hillside, there wasn't much left. Old stone markers leaned with age. Moss covered names weather had nearly erased. A forgotten cemetery.
Yuji blinked. "...A graveyard?" He then felt himself getting irritated once more. He knew it. A crude joke Sukuna was trying to pull. "You took me to a graveyard— Is this some kind of sign your giving me? if it is, it's not funny—"
Sukuna cut him off, the mouth moving against his cheek. "Left." He didn't laugh like Yuji expected him to, he didn't even explain if it was actually a joke. Just a simple word.
Yuji huffed and followed, muttering under his breath about this better not being some tactic.
"Straight." Another few rows passed as they walked. Yuji didn't feel so annoyed once he looked around at the graves. They seemed old, very old.
"Stop."
Yuji looked down after hearing Sukuna's word to be met with one grave, it looked older than everything around it. The inscription had almost disappeared beneath centuries of rain and moss.
He crouched down and brushed some of it away to reveal a name he hasn't ever seen, nor heard of. Your name.
He didn't recognize it. "...Whose is this?" Yuji mumbled as his fingers touched the lettering.
The mouth on his cheek didn't smile at all, in a straight line that couldn't reveal any kind of emotion. "My wife." No sarcasm, no laughter, Just Sukuna and his unbelievably quiet voice.
Yuji froze, his mouth opened and closed several times. He couldn't even force one word out.
Sukuna already knew what he was thinking. "She died before this place became ruins."
Yuji slowly looked around, "...You..." he couldn't even finish the sentence. Sukuna had a wife? The monster responsible for mountains of corpses? The King of Curses? The same guy who killed several is the same ancient curse who has a wife. "...You're serious?"
"I don't joke."
"...You absolutely do."
"Not about this." Silence settled again after Sukuna's words. The wind moved through the grass as Yuji looked at the grave. For once, he had nothing sarcastic to say. he only decided to get more comfortable and sitting with his legs under his thighs.
Minutes passed and neither of them spoke. They both couldn't bring themselves to speak to each other.
Then Sukuna finally did. Quietly. "It's been over a thousand years." His voice lacked its usual arrogance. "You're still here."
Yuji stared ahead. Sukuna wasn't talking to him. He was speaking to you. He hadn't expected... Whatever this is.
The mouth opened again. "Pathetic, isn't it?" It almost sounded amused. Key word, almost. "I conquered kingdoms, destroyed clans, became something legends fear," Another pause, like he was considering his words carefully. "Yet the only place I've returned to... Is this one."
Sukuna sounded pathetic to even his own ears. Here he was, in a vessel's body and choosing his choice of words to something he knew you would prefer him to use. It's dumb. You weren't here to hear him. So why was he sitting here trying not to anger you?
Yuji looked away suddenly feeing as if he was intruding. "...You want to talk to her." No response came but that alone was enough of an answer.
The boy hesitated. It was stupid, dangerous, every instinct screamed no. He was well aware he shouldn't suggest what he was going to. But...
He looked at the weathered stone, his eyes flickering to the flowers that had long since turned wild around it.
Someone hadn't visited this place in centuries. Except Sukuna apparently, before whatever it is that happened.
Yuji finally manages out a sigh. Not the only he used for Sukuna, but the one he did when he knew he was doing something stupid. because it was. What he was going to say was extremely dumb. But his heart couldn't take it anymore.
"...One minute."
"What?"
"You get one minute...Please don't make me regret it."
The eye on Yuji's cheek eyes widened— Just slightly, a reaction so small most people would've missed it. But Yuji hadn't. "...Take over."
After a few seconds, the markings spread across Yuji's skin, his posture straightened and the air itself seemed heavier. Sukuna would've hated how desperate he seemed for this chance. As of right now, however, he didn't even mind it.
Four crimson eyes opened. the two under the main two eyes sitting smaller.
Sukuna sat there once more. Not on a battlefield, not atop a mountain of bodies, not even laughing.
Just him before an old grave. For a long time... He said nothing. The wind answered in his place. He didn't even have to speak, this opportunity alone was as much as he wanted. But everyone knew Sukuna loved taking advantage of situations, this one was no different.
"...You always hated silence." His voice was softer than Yuji had ever heard. "I suppose you've won that argument." A faint chuckle escaped him, the sound itself was...strange.
"I visited when shrines still stood. When your family still came. When flowers were replaced every spring." His fingers brushed moss from the stone.
"They stopped. One generation after another. until eventually...No one remembered you." He looked at your name, silence taking over once more. "I told you I'd outlive everyone." A bitter smile. "You called me arrogant, and you were right."
His hand rested against the weathered stone. "I was arrogant. I outlived the, the clans, the era, the name they gave me." His voice became almost inaudible, he was fighting back so many emotions he didn't dare want to reveal.
"You would've hated what I became." The wind stirred again, "...Or perhaps you always knew." But now he couldn't even ask you which it was.
His thumb traced the carved letters.
"They call me a calamity now. And they're correct." He didn't seem so prideful about it now as he would have. "I stopped pretending I cared...After you met your fate."
Another long pause took hold. "I remembered your laugh today." The confession came so unexpectedly that even Yuji, somewhere inside, went still.
"I couldn't remember your voice, but I remembered your laugh." His eyes closed.
"I thought I'd tell you before I forgot that too." The words hung in the air. Painfully human and painfully lonely. He exhaled.
"...Ridiculous," A dry laugh escaped his lungs. "I'm speaking to stone. The stone of a person whose face I already forgot." but tried so hard to remember. Sukuna thought, but he didn't say.
He let out another exhale before rolling his eyes subtly. "Here brat. Take over the body." A moment of silence flooded back in, and the cursed marking disappeared from Yuji's face.
Yuji had nothing to say, his mouth in a firm line. He felt the mouth creeping back onto his cheek.
The silence remained between them as Yuji rose from his seated position, a small smile creeping onto his face. "You really loved her."
Sukuna didn't answer immediately, he let the pause stay before speaking. "Once." That answer made Yuji roll his eyes. "You're lying."
The eye also rolled its Iris, "Am I?"
Yuji nodded and held up two fingers. "You spent an entire minute talking to a gravestone." He let one of the fingers down as he counted that. "...And you remembered her laugh after a thousand years."
Nothing.
He smiled, knowing he won this round."...You're terrible at pretending you don't care."
The mouth clicked its tongue. "Don't become sentimental, brat."
Yuji smiled despite himself. "...I won't tell anyone." They started walking back. Halfway down the path Yuji glanced behind him. The grave stood alone beneath the trees covered in moss and forgotten by history.
But not by the man history remembered as the King of Curses.
