a/n: @akidori OK WAIT I HAD A BETTER IDEA FOR YOUR EMOJI AND WROTE THIS
"megumi megumi can i do your makeup?" your doe eyes looked up to the raven man. his eye drifted away from his phone and his blue eyes met yours.
"wait what. why?" he inquired.
"just 'cause!! i found a look i've always wanted to try but i think they would fit your eyes better!" you tried to persuade him. you were more or less trying to test a simple aesthetic theory with megumi.
he looked into your eyes for a little longer, mentally measuring his chances of changing your mind. when he finally determined that there was no way of doing so, he left out a small sigh, submitting to your request.
"alright alright, you can."
you cheered as you held his arm tightly and dragged him into your dorm room. you led him to a chair nearby your desk, where you already had prepared your makeup tools. you already knew how to get megumi to agree with you.
"ok!! i'll need ya to shut your eyes for a while. 'm trying a trendy eye look on you!"
he reluctantly obliged, his eyes slowly fluttering close. you proceeded by wiping his eyelids with a cleaning wipe and primed the area. you took a liquid eyeliner and started to draw on his lids.
megumi twitched his eyes a few times, letting out a few giggles here and there due to the ticklish sensation from the pen. he felt a little nervous when you would sometimes bring the pen all the way until under his cheekbones. what could you be possibly be doing to him right now?
for now, he decided to try to relax into it, the sensation of you doing his makeup was strangely relaxing. soon he felt the softness of an eyeshadow brush. it was gentle against his skin, almost like when you leave butterfly kisses with your eyelashes against his face.
he could feel how close you got to him, your calm even breathes kissing his skin and his heartbeat matching the pattern of your exhales. maybe he could get past the idea of you doing his makeup again in the future.
"alright done!" you exclaimed as he was in the middle of his thoughts. you handed him a small hand mirror, allowing him to look at the makeup look you were so excited to do on him.
he looked into the mirror. his reflection showed an intricate pattern of a butterfly wing, coloured in with a blue shadow that complemented his blue eyes. his lashes were also curled upwards more and accentuated with some mascara. he couldn't stop admiring your work on him.
"so... whatd'ya think?" you asked nervously. he was quiet for a little after looking into the mirror, you really wanted him to like it.
"it's really nice y/n. maybe i'll let you do my makeup more often," he stated mindlessly. your eyes sparkled at his statement. you were delighted. this was definitely not the last time butterfly eyes megumi would surface. you now needed to try all kinds of looks on him!
in which you dont have to worry about anything else, and for once, you can enjoy being a dumb teenager. ( or, random coming of age movie scenes with the jjk characters )
megumi, itadori, nobara, inumaki, maki (separate) x gn! reader.
warnings: ew, fluff, how gross !1!1!1! also they might be a little ooc because i tried to make it fit some of my favorite scenes hehe. also some of these are just random headcanons im sorry
megumi.
is extremely convinced that you hate coffee, except when he orders his own and all of a sudden it tastes better out of his straw, same rule applies to every food he orders apparently, so he just makes it a habit to order a bigger iced coffee to share with you.
neither of you know how to drive, but thats okay !! he'll take you driving anyways as you both try to avoid the cops, a hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing circles on the back of your hand. you're doing a terrible job at staying low, head peering out the window to watch everything light up at night, although it could get you both caught. he should probably pay attention to the road, but how could he when you look so pretty under the glow of passing streetlamps?
itadori.
both of you should probably be banned from the grocery store as yuuji tries his best to haul you into the shopping cart before you can start buying snacks. he's constantly reassuring you that "its fine!! they cant kick us out if we're buying snacks" and you really cant argue with a smile that pretty !! so you let him push you on a giant shopping cart, even if you're only buying a few things, he's having fun knocking the wind out of you. itadori would probably try to run with the cart and jump onto it too. you both somehow manage to get away without the manager yelling at you this time !!
nobara.
this is the fifth time you've watched this movie, and sometimes you have to beg her to watch something else for movie night, and even if she does change it, you both SOMEHOW gravitate back to it anyways, not that she's complaining. you both sit in a mess of blankets, two mugs of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table, and despite your objections, you're still crying by the end of the movie ( she's crying too so it cancels out !! math !! )
inumaki.
staring contests at the foot of your bed, his collar tugged down as you struggle to contain your laughter, tackling you when he's about to lose. he has never won any of these unspoken contests, but technically you haven't either so it's still fair play !! he refuses to get off of you, even when you're giggling and pushing him off.
constantly blows up your phone, be it through your messages or airdropping random memes and pictures to your laptop while you're working to try and make you laugh, or to get you to pay attention to him. sometimes, he will go as far as to lay his head in the crook of your neck and attempt to drag you away from your work.
maki.
attempting to put together your new bedframe without looking at instructions because they were in a different language, you flip through the booklet that came in the box while she tries to find the correct screw ( or is it a bolt? ) neither of you have done it before, but its fun trying.
forcing you to go out for a walk early in the morning, sometimes to train, sometimes to go to the convenience store because neither of you want to cook breakfast. if you decide to buy groceries while you're there, maki will never let you carry them back, even if they're heavy, no you cant argue with her.
p.s. : i pulled the title bc wow maki helping you with ikea furniture wow !!!! this wasnt a proper req since it was a msg but ill let that slide for now >:(
timestamp, comfort for nanami, 1 mention of food, wc ~600
nanami was just tired.
he was tired of working as a jujutsu sorcerer. it took so much more energy than he would've like to on a daily basis. the inevitable overtime hours, the constant physical extortion, and most of all, dealing with inconveniences, namely gojo satoru.
though he didn't have much of a choice. this was what he was most fitted for in life, though at times he does feel like he was trapped inside the job.
he unlocked the door to his apartment and shrugged his cream blazer off his shoulders, an exhausted sigh trickled out of his lips. he removed his glasses and loosened his tie as the couch shifted under his weight.
he looked up at the ceiling, indulging in the silence that he did not realize that he missed so much after picking up the job as a sorcerer once again. his mind was busy with the events that happened not too long ago.
nanami allowed the silence to envelop him once more, only to be soon disrupted with a soft knock on his door. a small groan gurgled at the back of his throat. the last thing he wanted at this point was to deal with a door-to-door marketer or maybe his angry landlord.
pushing himself off onto his feet, he made his way towards the door, trying to put on a nice face as if hours of fatigue were never present to begin with.
there, he was greeted by you, his neighbour, with a much brighter but soft face. you were dressed in comfortable loungewear with a small container in hand and a sweet smell lingering from your clothes. the scent comforted him and he allowed his shoulders to relax which he didn't even realize were tense in the first place.
"good evening. well, morning?" you giggled to yourself a little when nanami's words reached you with a drip of sarcasm.
"good eve-morning to you as well," you replied.
"uhm, how may I help you," he glanced down at his watch, "especially at this hour?"
"oh! i just heard that you came back from work and i thought as a good neighbour to gift you a little something. you know, for even working much overtime even on your birthday," you said. you extended your arms a little, pushing the container you had in your hands towards him. "i actually intended to give it to you normally got off work but you didn't come back so, well, i waited."
there was so much to unpack for nanami from the simple two phrases you just said to him. firstly, he completely forgot that it was his birthday. he didn't think birthdays were special, what was so fun about getting old? secondly, he couldn't believe that you waited for him.
in his mind, it didn't make much sense. he thought that maybe you were just too kind to be living in such a cruel world. at least, you had the benefit of not being involved in the jujutsu world.
his lips curled slightly upwards as he took the container with gratitude.
"you really didn't have to, but thank you, really." he really was grateful for it. when was the last time he felt a sudden warmth in his chest like this?
you two exchanged short goodnights and a polite bow and parted ways for the night. nanami settled the container gentle down on the counter and opened what you spent hours waiting for him to give.
his favorite roll of bread. it didn't have the fresh warm smell right out of the oven, but he could feel the warmth of the effort you put into it. it was indeed, a true reward for his overtime work.
NUMBERS (WE ONLY HAVE 32 DAYS LEFT) ☆ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.
CHAPTER ONE : YOU, ME AND OUR BURDENS.
gender neutral.
warnings: talk of death(s).
tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort.
beta readers: @milktyama , @boytual , @inusdoll .
synopsis: life isn’t easy when you’re gifted with the ability to see how much time is left for your loved ones to live. what makes matters worse is the fact that luck was and will never be on fushiguro megumi’s side.
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Megumi didn’t ask for this at all.
He didn’t ask to see how much time was left for a person to live. Deadly digits at the top of his loved ones’ heads. He didn’t ask to see the death timer, continuously ticking as a body gets old, waiting for its expiration date. A constant reminder of death.
“Don’t fall for me, Fushiguro,” you joked one time. He was sitting beside you by a lake one evening as the sun sets.
“I would never,” he replied.
How he wished that was the case. Day by day he was captivated by your personality. He spent every waking day finding out new things about you that he couldn’t help but admire. Megumi truly didn’t see it coming at all. After all, he had vowed to keep his distance from people. He thought he was doing a good job at keeping his vow. He will never forget that time he was acquainted with two people his same age, named Kugisaki Nobara and Itadori Yuuji. It started with the trio being in the same college course, becoming friends over the times. Megumi thought it’d be okay. He thought it wouldn't hurt to see the pair die, in case it actually happened.
Until it did.
Megumi still remembers that day very clearly. He had anticipated the 15th of February for months. He told both Nobara and Itadori to stay in their shared home all day in hopes of changing their fates. They followed what he advised despite the obvious paranoia in Megumi’s tone. Itadori told Megumi to calm down on call, reassured Megumi that Nobara and he were safe in their house—happily eating sushi and binging movies. Megumi thought it would be okay. What could possibly happen to a pair of best friends staying in the privacy of their apartment?
They died in a house fire.
The raven head couldn’t sleep for days. All his college assignments were left overdue, red-inked digits filling up his report card. Megumi didn’t care. The Zenin clan was flooded with money anyway. Starting from that day Fushiguro vowed to not get close to anybody. The numbers only appear once he feels affection towards the person. He’ll be fine if he just kept his distance. Spending the rest of his life all alone. He wouldn’t mind that at all. Fewer problems.
What Fushiguro Megumi failed to remember was the heart wants what it wants. He could completely ignore his feelings but it wouldn’t stop his heart to feel. What Fushiguro Megumi forgot was the fact that he was human, and being human meant feeling things.
A looming wall was set between him and other people. A hard, cemented wall—Megumi was positive nobody would get through and touch his vulnerability. You had the toughness of steel. You completely ignored how disinterested he seemed. Constantly teasing and caring for him—it was only a matter of time until his wall crumbled.
You also had the tenderness of silk. Soft fingers combing his hair as the two of you laid on his roof. There were no stars in the sky, but you insisted on laying amidst the darkness of night.
“Megumi,” you whispered, turning to look at the man, “you’re so hard to get through yet so easy to read.”
Fushiguro could already feel the sturdy wall he built shattering like the thinnest glass.
“You’re talking nonsense.”
He was avoiding the question, which was exactly the reaction you expected from him.
You chuckled, “you do know it’s okay to open up and set yourself free, right?”
Free.
Before you could think of anything else to say, tears slipped down Megumi’s cheeks. His vision and thoughts blurred together until all he could think and feel was how much his heart ached. He began to wonder if he had always felt that way. If he had been ignoring his heart’s screams all this time.
You carefully inched closer to your co-worker, painfully aware of all his reactions. God knows what possessed you to do what you did, but you gently cradled his face in your hands. The feeling of your thumb pads rubbing against his skin managed to soothe him. Seeing no negative reaction, you brought yourself to move closer towards his trembling body. You held him in your arms.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,“ you whispered. Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, and he could feel the heat of your body.
He nodded between his cries and let you cradle him like nobody else was watching. He let you whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Fushiguro Megumi allowed himself to believe in your sweet words, he allowed himself to feel as if everything was fine.
A tingling feeling appeared in Megumi’s stomach. He clutched his heart. It was happening again. The numbers appeared again. He gathered his courage to look up, at the top of your head.
His heart dropped.
70 years, 2 months, 12 days.
For the first time since he learned about his ability, after outliving both his parents, his sister and his best friends-- Megumi wasn’t going to outlive another loved one.
The gush of relief Megumi was feeling caused him to cry even more. Under the half moon, he sobbed into your chest ‘till his tears were dry.
“Megs, look,” you tilted his head upwards to look at you. You shot him a reassuring smile and rubbed his shoulders.
You pretended to pick something up from Fushiguro’s shoulder and placed the nothingness on your own shoulders. Megumi sniffled and furrowed his eyebrows. You did it over and over again, your patience was starting to wear off.
“This, what is this you’re carrying on your shoulder?” you asked, continuing the action again, but slowly.
“Air?”
“No! Try again,” you acted the scene out slower. Rub his shoulders, pretend to pick something up then place them on your shoulders. “What are you carrying on your shoulders, Megumi?”
The 24-year-old man’s face contorted into confusion, “um-- shoulder ache?”
You grunted, “no! Ugh… burdens, Megumi! Burdens!”
His face grew even more confused, to the point where he was tilting his head, eyeing you curiously.
“Your burdens,” you picked the non-existent materials from Megumi’s shoulders, placing them on top of your own shoulders, “I picked some of your burdens and placed them on me. So, it becomes our burdens. Not just yours. We carry them together.”
Fushiguro Megumi was astounded.
“Our burdens?” he repeated, his hands trailing their way up to your arms, lightly squeezing them.
“Our burdens, Megumi.”
He looked down and mumbled the words quietly. Repeatedly. Like a teenager continuously reciting their formulas to register and implant them in their head. The more he said the words, the more he felt like bursting into tears for the third time that night.
Finally, he took a deep breath, nodding to himself before looking back up to you;
content warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking as well as swearing.
GOJO SATORU:
literally a fucking mess. you think he’s terrible when he’s sober? 10x worse when he’s drunk. prefers to mix both dark and light so he can get drunk faster. likes to dance on tables and flirts so much more but it’s embarrassing because he’s slurring his words and whoever he’s flirting with is just so unimpressed. nanami and geto are embarrassed to go out drinking with him because gojo usually does something stupid to get them kicked out. the type to drunkenly get a tattoo he’d regret later.
NANAMI KENTO:
he’s not bad with his liquor at all. he’s the type to like liquor like whiskey or jack daniels and stuff. something stiff and can take away the stress of work. he usually doesn’t drink much but when he does it’s not that bad! he does like to let loose and please don’t let this man buy everyone drinks, he forgets that money can run out when he’s not sober. also likes to dance so if there’s a floor and music he’ll definitely start dancing. usually has to end up babysitting both gojo and geto if they go out and drink together which makes him sober up quickly.
GETO SUGURU:
he’s not bad when he’s by himself, usually drinks something like tequila or something like that. but when he’s with gojo? the duo is unstoppable. likes to randomly challenge strangers in the bar to drinking games or arm wrestling and usually almost always wins. also the type to just fall asleep randomly when he’s gotten too drunk. if you’re at a club or something he’s never leaving the dance floor or you for that matter, following you around like a lost puppy because he sometimes turns into a whiny drunk.
FUSHIGURO TOJI
a mess 2.0. but not in the case that he’s wild or likes to party but he’s really aggressive when he drinks brown liquor or mixes it which is why he tries to stay away from it but it’s inevitable sometimes. ends up in bar fights but he throws his own self out because the bouncers have no match for that man. but when he isn’t doing the absolute most, he’s a smooth talker 100%. will talk you out of your clothes and finds it very easy to do so.
NAOYA ZE’NIN
keeps it a secret but he likes “girly” drinks like margaritas and things like sex on the beach or strawberry daiquiris. but when he’s stressed or something he likes to drink things such as whiskey like nanami. usually runs his mouth way more when he drinks, and mostly likes to talk about himself and only himself. likes to spill the business of the clan sometimes so if you wanna know something just get him drunk and he’ll tell their business like no other. not good with alcohol though so he always ends up getting hangovers no matter how much he drank LMAO.
author’s note: i have terrible writers block please take this lol i’ll put out something better eventually <3. reblogs are sexy!!
Smooth operator by Sade + Gojo or Sukuna (your choice) please?
A/n: Ahh so you want Angst!🤔 I chose Gojo cause I felt this song rlly fit him!
The city lights pass by in a blur, buildings get taller the closer you get, it’s the perfect night for a date. You’ve seen this exact night in a movie before, where you toss your head out the window and let the wind brush along your face. Where his hand holds yours a little tighter, it’s been done again and again but it’s the first time you’ve done it with him.
You duck your head back in, grinning as he rolls up your window. You haven’t had this much fun with anyone else in the past, the way his eyes light up behind his glasses, how he kisses your hand and smiles, it all makes your heart race. You can practically feel your love for him bubble up from your chest into your throat, up until you spit it out.
“Gojo I love you.”
You’re breathless when you say it, this bubbling only continues as you look away and feel him pause. You know he’s heard that so many times before, but you hope it makes him feel something new. It sure does feel new to you.
You had been waiting so long to tell him. You felt so flightless now, like your heart was in the air once you said it. You wondered if he shared your feelings, if his heart thrummed as loudly as yours.
Well that was until you glanced at expression, as soon as you did your heart fell to your stomach. He looked at you like you were a joke, his eyes that usually looked so sweet and open now had this condescending look to them. It was as if he had been waiting for you to say that, like he had confirmation he won.
He slipped his hand out of yours, quickly pulling a salamander smile. “Of course you do,” He pat your thigh, like you were a good buddy of his. “Who doesn’t?” He laughed.
Your lip warbled, and you tried to clear the soreness in your throat. Just by saying those little words, your position with him changed, like you lost your purpose to him. You knew how he was coming into this, you knew very well how careful you had to be with yourself around him. What made you think you could let your guard down?
Maybe his eyes made you forget how cold he really was. They had such a sweet demeanor at first, it was alluring, something your friend gushed over the phone with you the other night. Something all the girls whispered about in the halls, everyone knew this.
Everyone experienced this with him up until he found someone else who caught his eye. This wasn’t the first time he got someone to fall in love with him, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.
note from kou: this one's pretty short but kinda domestic so yeah enjoy.
steam fogs up the bathroom as soon as you're done showering. it's winter in tokyo, hence you took a hot shower.
the moment you step out of toge's bathroom, you're greeted by him sitting at the edge of his bed, the standard white dorm bed sheets crumpled. inumaki's holding a basket on his lap as he stares at the screen of his laptop.
"your turn," you mutter before taking a seat beside him. he turns to you and nods.
despite it not being your first time lounging in inumaki's room, the atmosphere feels oddly different. more exciting.
right. it's because that evening would be your first time ever sleeping over in his dorm.
you still remember how toge asked you to sleep over.
you were sitting at your study table, staring at your phone screen. toge's chat bubble kept on appearing and disappearing. you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, why was he taking so long to type his message? toge had always been a fast typer. he had developed that skill due to his dependency on typing.
"can you sleep over tomorrow night?"
the message made your heart leap thousands of times. it was your chat bubble's turn to appear and disappear.
"y/n," you hear toge speak. you look up at the curse speech user with a smile.
toge only says your name during special occasions, reserved for times he has something important to say, something affectionate.
shyly, toge extends his hands towards you to hand the basket he's been holding in his lap. you look down at the brown basket to see bottles of toiletries and fresh clothes neatly organized to fit in the medium sized basket. toge is looking at you with a hopeful glint in his lavender eyes.
"for me?"
"salmon," he says. once you take the basket from his tight grasp, he begins to sign.
when he sees the confused look on your face, he signs again. slowly, this time. since the two of you couldn't communicate like other regular couples do, toge thought of a solution. one that could make communicating easier for the two of you. he signed up both you and him for a sign language class. inumaki picked up on it pretty quickly while you struggled a little bit. he never complained, opting to comfort you and help you learn the language.
"made this for you so that it's easier for you to sleep over next time," inumaki signs. you nod in comprehension.
smiling, you nudge his waist with your shoulder.
"does that mean you want me to sleep over often, hm?"
sometimes megumi likes to isolate himself in his own world through the wonders of music and his earbuds. it was just so easy to press play and allow the tunes and singing voices flood through his ears and forget the horrible things that happen to him in the jujutsu world. his ears would fill with endless amount of music and his eyes would gaze at the sky that was clear once in a while, slowly following the passing clouds. it was a kind of peace he would often seek to distract himself from all the morfed curses and negatice human emotion that would plague his head to no end.
though there was another kind of peace that he found himself also seeking whenever music never seemed enough.
you.
your warm smile that you happily directed towards him would easily put him at ease no matter what. your gentle hands that would easily find their way towards his face that he would gladly lean towards to find comfort. your warm embraces that would wash over every inch in his body and put him in a calm state of mind. there was nothing else in this world that he would exchange for in place of your presence.
but when it came to exchanging anything in the world to get you back, that was another story.
