AFTERMATH OF A FIGHT - JJK MEN HEADCANNONS
A/N: I'm finally done with my Cardiology exam so I had to write something to celebrate! My first time writing for Sukuna and it was... interesting. Hope you enjoy it!
Content: Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji and Choso x female reader, established relationship, angst, fluff, slightly unhealthy attachment styles, swearing. Some of these are a little on the toxic side.
NANAMI KENTO
Arguments with Nanami are typically not a thing of passion or irrationality. The man was way too mature for that, way too careful in his responses and considerate of your feelings.
Still, no one was exempt from the fog that was exhaustion. After days locked in on a mission, followed by tedious toiling at the office, he too, became susceptible to the vices of the human mind.
It was an off-handed comment; something almost too quiet for you to notice. But once you did, the remark cut straight through flesh and bone.
"Can you stop being so clingy for a moment?"
He'd regretted it the second the sentence slipped from his lips, jolting his tired mind awake and aware to the mountain of hurt he'd just caused.
Your heart stuttering and your throat tight, you'd quickly run out of the resolve to fight before fleeing the scene of your living room.
Kento finds you curled up in your bed, your back facing the door hours later. He'd needed a moment to cool down. To recollect his energies and give his body the rest it screamed for—something that cleared his being from the tightness that had caused him to utter such careless words in the first place.
"Darling," his whisper does nothing to move you. He knows you're pretending to be asleep.
With a soft sigh, he climbs on the bed behind you and trail his fingers to your waist.
Your flinch at the contact breaks his heart, then melds it back together with the weight of the entire world. The reality of how deeply his words had hurt you.
His apology comes in a whisper, heavy with the regret that brewed in his soul. "I'm sorry, ____." He always used your name when apologizing. As if he needed to engrave his words onto your very soul. "I do not think you're clingy—you know I never would. Your love is like a soothing balm to my soul, and I deeply regret even showing an ounce of disdain towards your attention. Please, forgive me."
You don't reply immediately, that stubborn streak in you winning over.
But at least you relax into his touch. You let him pull you closer, and feel the steady beat of his heart against your back.
Trust that he grows a thousand times more careful than he already is. Measuring every word with you, knowing that he'd rather throw himself off a cliff than see that love shattered in your eyes again.
GOJO SATORU
Arguments with Satoru are a spectacle.
A whole on show of who can scream the loudest and sometimes, be the most cutting. It was an artifact of his personality, really.
The one who could never be denied anything.
The honored one.
The Strongest™
Well, that doesn't go too well when his partner can be as stubborn as him. And when said partner started to worry about his recklessness in combat (for good reason).
When you tried to remind him of his own mortality. Of his own weakness.
"I don't need you, out of all people to tell me what I can or cannot do," he's right in your face, icy eyes piercing through you with that sharp sense of superiority.
"What do you mean by that, Satoru?" you push through gritted teeth, already reeling from the reminder of your own comparative weakness.
"Don't make me hurt your feelings sweetheart," a scoff. A roll of his eyes. The haughty way in which he shakes his head.
You feel like an idiot for caring this much. For loving this idiot.
With a frustrated sigh, you're grabbing your jacked and bolting for the door.
Except he won't let you run.
That's the thing with Satoru; the second he realizes what you're about to do, his temper and his ego drop into the negatives, and he's clinging to you like a wounded animal.
"Wait, _____!" All the arrogance is gone, the icy plane what were his eyes returning to a sea rippling with desperation. "Don't leave."
"I'm getting real fucking tired of your bullshit Satoru," your voice comes out in a frustrated huff. "I get it, I'm not as strong of a sorcerer as you are, but that doesn't mean my opinion counts for nothing."
"I know, I know," he's pulling you towards him, seeking your touch with every second that passes. Reassurance that you're not leaving the space. Leaving him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Just—don't leave. Please."
You let him, of course you do. You allow his face to fall to the crook of your neck and his hands to trace the skin of your back. You allow your own senses to be filled by the scent of him.
And he's not going to let you go until he's made sure that you've forgiven him.
GETO SUGURU
Arguments with Suguru don't really feel like arguments at all.
His voice remains even keeled, his tone gentle regardless of what he's doing.
And that is what makes you feel genuinely insane.
"Suguru I need you to talk to me," you're getting agitated, standing over the couch where he's sat back, body relaxed over the cushions.
"I am talking to you right now, aren't I?" he looks up with raised brows, pretending to cooperate. And that makes you livid.
You take in a shaky breath, trying—but failing—to calm yourself down.
"I don't mean just speaking, Geto," you emphasize his last name, almost as if you're hoping that will convey how serious you are. "Talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you. I'm tired of feeling like I'm running against a brick wall with you."
"You're not my therapist, ____." you notice the barrier rise up behind his dark eyes, despite his honeyed tone. "I appreciate your... concern but I'm fine."
"I sure aren't your therapist, but I am your girlfriend." You accent the word, huffing out a frustrated breath. "I get it, we haven't been together for as long as you've known Satoru, but you should know that it feels horrible seeing you open up to him and never to me."
You're trying to be the bigger person and communicate your frustrations. But the longer you're at it, the more your throat tightens and tears threaten to slip from your eyes.
Finally noticing your tears is what pulls him out of his passive gaze, and Suguru's eyes soften.
"Hey, hey, come here," he's tugging your arm gently, pulling down so you rest on his lap. "I don't ever want to hurt you, baby. I'm sorry."
Your gaze remains on the floor. "Come on, look at me," with two fingers, Suguru tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his. So you can see the sincerity behind them. "I promise I'll try to be more open with you. You're the most important person in my life, okay?"
It remains terribly difficult for the man to fully show you how much he struggles internally, but he resorts to writing you short letters. Vulnerable words left at your bedside when he feels the darkness grow within him, and that is already a big step in the right direction.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
Saying that Sukuna is proud would be an understatement.
He is haughty.
Arrogant.
Conceited, even.
This man believes that he is right, no matter what. And arguing with him is a genuine waste of time. All he does it watch you exhaust yourself, barely listening and paying attention to what you were spending all your energy emphasizing.
The only thing that gets his attention is a threat.
"If you care so little then I guess I'm wasting my time with you," there are tears in your eyes, and your chest is huffing from the breath you'd exerted making your point to him. "Good riddance, Sukuna."
"Where do you think you're going?" His tone is hard, almost as bad as his grip that catches onto your arm.
Almost as if he thought he could intimidate you into compliance—it worked on the entire world, didn't it?
"I said i'm leaving!" You try to yank your arm away, but he doesn't budge. Instead, his jaw sets with a tense tick, brows furrowing over crimson eyes.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, it's not that serio—"
His eyes widen in an incredulous expression. Did you just... slap him across the face?
It sends his brain back to factory settings. And Sukuna finally realizes that you—you who loved to play with his hair, traced his tattoos with all the gentleness in the world and called him ridiculously soft nicknames—were truly upset.
His grip loosens around you when a somber expression returns to his face, his eyes finally focusing on seeing you. The hurt in your expression, the tension in your muscles.
Sukuna knows he's messed up.
"Sorry," it's whispered. But so much more than he'd ever said to anyone. It's enough to get you to settle at least for a minute, your arm falling down to your side.
"I shouldn't have to threaten leaving for you to apologize, Sukuna," your own heartbeat returns to baseline, but you do nothing to hide the disappointment in your voice.
"That works out, I don't particularly appreciate being threatened." You're not going to get an elaborate apology—you'd never truly expected one—but you know from the way he looks at you. From the way he actually seems to listen, that you'd gotten across the stubborn prick that was Sukuna.
And the next morning, you awake to a living room filled to the brim with flowers, a single card reading.
[I'll break the limbs of whoever has the audacity to hurt you. Me included.]
FUSHIGURO TOJI
This man goes ghost on you.
Disappears at the first sign of a fight, fleeing the scene before he can ever feel the full force of your ire.
Avoidance is a trait built in his very biology. That's how he survived in the Zenin household. That is how he got away from all the things that tried to end him.
So instead of facing you, and his own ever-growing brew of emotional torment, he shuts down, refuses to speak and then leaves your shared home to blow off steam.
Needless to say, it leaves you feeling as if you didn't even deserve to be listened to. You're not even a shouter. You're not a mean person. But he doesn't allow you to get that across.
And it is after another one of his escapes that you decide you've had enough and leave him a voice message.
He's at the gas station when he finally has the balls to look at his phone, scratch ticket in one hand and his phone in the other. The urge to gamble was always the strongest when he sensed your unhappiness.
He clicks on the message, readying his mind for a barrage of insults that he knew he deserved.
"Listen, Toji, I know that this is all difficult for you. And I try to be understanding—I try so hard," you choked on your words, and he could imagine the tears slipping from your lash line. "But I'm tired of this. And if you don't think I am deserving enough for you to even listen to what I have to say, then maybe this is not going to work out. I already tucked Meg and Miki in. Shiu offered to let me stay at his tonight—"
He's not even letting the message finish before he is bolting, letting the scratch ticket fall to the ground with his $20 win.
You've barely settled into the spare apartment before a series of knocks thunder at the door, and you almost aren't surprised to see it burst open.
"How did you—"
"Don't worry about that, doll," he's crossing the threshold of the small living room in an instant, reaching for you. "Ya should be home, not here in this stupid place—I swear I'm gonna kill that idiot."
"Don't go threatening Shiu, he was kind enough to offer me help,'' you're already on the defensive.
"Ya don't need help from nobody but me," his hands land on your shoulder, firm but not rough.
You tsk, brows furrowing in annoyance. "You'd have to stick around to hear me ask first, Toji," there was anger hidden behind your honeyed eyes. You never looked at him that way.
“I ain’t runnin’ anymore.” He swallows hard. “I can’t keep doin’ that to ya. I need ya here. So if you’re angry, be angry. Yell at me. Hell, claw my eyes out if ya gotta. I’ll still be right here. Just… come home. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
And that is probably the most vulnerable it gets with Toji Fushiguro.
KAMO CHOSO
Choso cannot physically handle you being upset at him.
It's like a visceral reaction you elicit from the man. The second he sense a shift in your mood, you are hit with a barrage of apologies. But never letting arguments happen is a problem on its own, which you try bringing up.
"Choso I know you hate fighting with me, but we need to have these difficult conversations." In a second, his fingers interlock with yours and he brings your hand to his lips.
"I'm sorry pretty," there it is, he's already apologizing.
"I appreciate you apologizing but that doesn't negate my point," he looks like a kicked puppy, his brows falling in a way that makes your heart hurt, but you need to keep going. "I'm sure there are things that I do that make you upset sometimes. I need you to tell me when that happens."
"But I don't want to hurt your feelings. I can deal with it myself." Choso was selfless to a fault. And you have to be as obvious as one could be to change his stubborn mind sometimes.
"What would you say if I did something that hurt Yuuji?" He tenses immediately, a frown coming over his features.
"You'd never do that." His answer is immediate.
"But if I did," you venture slowly, "You'd do something about it, right?" He nods slowly, expression guarded. "I want it to be the same if anything happens involving just us. Otherwise we'll only grow to resent each other."'
There is still a pout on his lips. His brows are still furrowed and his fingers securely around yours. But he breaths and "okay," and you know you've finally made your point.
He'll definitely need some TLC after this conversation, so be kind to him. But he grows from the conversation, and now lets the both of you vent before he barrages you with apologies.
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