#kouhai

[kenrik]

[chihiro20]

[quaintflowr]

oooup @alohasno1fan

aand @st1ckoftruth

flllewh @nixitoon

i might make some more at a different time for other friends of mine but yeah thats what i have for noww mightv put too much highlights but ig thats my style now 🥹🥹

[redthunderstorm]

are we even playing the same game? i never see fanart for the main characters... (happy late april fools)

[nixitoon]

my slop

[ayanominitrash]

Act Cool, Senpai! (Geto Suguru x reader)

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Geto-san takes a liking to his cute kouhai.

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First Entry. 2nd Entry here. Masterlist. AO3

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Geto Suguru never thought of love.

Unlike his classmate, Gojo Satoru, who thinks of it 24/7. Despite this, he isn’t oblivious to the fact that he’s ironically Jujutsu High’s campus crush over the Gojo. Who knows why, but he guesses it was something about his ‘nihilistic smile’ as his senior Mei-san once mentioned, not missing the way she eyed him from head to toe with a flirtatious look.

He didn’t know how to feel about that.

Regardless, he’d rather focus on his studies and on working hard as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. That’s all he knew after all. It’s what got him out of his rural village and scouted into the busy streets of Tokyo.

Except, he can’t help but notice his cute little kouhai. 

During Midterms months in the First Semester, you’d politely knock on the door to their classroom and shyly poke your head in, asking for Shoko. Geto would always look forward to that time of the day, the third period in the morning. He finds his heart suddenly racing as his eyes land on you, only to look back down to pretend reading the notes he took for their last class when really he was thinking how you look so cute today, just like any other day. Or how that cute new sweater you were wearing over your dark Jujustu uniform looks so good on you. How cute your hair looks when you clip a few of your front hairs back. 

Needless to say, Geto Suguru, for once, was a mess.

And it was all because of you.

“Who’s that girl who always comes here?” Geto innocently asks Shoko one day after their first class in the morning. 

They were all sprawled in their seats: Gojo on his right-hand side, lazily doodling some god-awful looking Digimon characters over his empty ‘notes’; Shoko on his left side, messing with her phone, texting who knows what. 

“Who? Oh, you mean our kouhai? She’s a year below us with Haibara and Nanami. Why do you ask?” She answers, not bothering to look up from the small screen.

“She’s like, always here.” Gojo pipes up, still scribbling in his notebook. 

“You guys close?”

“Obviously. Why else would we go to our next class together?” 

“Ah, you two share a class together? You don’t mean that. . she can also do external Reverse Cursed Technique?” Geto asks in awe. 

The brunette only nods with a bored look on her face. Gojo stops his ministrations on his notebook for a moment to whistle. “Another rare one. It’s good to know our new batch of sorcerers are coming in with talent.”

“I’m just glad I’m not alone in class anymore. You couldn’t even imagine just how - ” 

She was probably reminiscing about her first year when she had to take RCT-specialized classes all on her own, often complaining to them about how boring it was to be the only student there at the end of the day. Of course, the rest of the conversation went over Geto’s head as he was still processing the fact that you’re so rare, talented, and powerful to be one of the only few RCT users in all of Jujutsu Society.  On top of all of that, you’re gorgeous. You probably have a few boys fawning over you, sorcerers or none-sorcerers.

Geto, for a moment, forgets that he’s one of the 2 strongest sorcerers in this generation, and suddenly feels inferior to you, like he’s out of your league. After all, both he and Gojo couldn’t use RCT on themselves, let alone do it to others.

You’re, in no doubt, a gem.

“Anyway, why did you even ask? Are you annoyed she keeps coming over or something?” 

He blinks, realizing that his friend is looking at him now with the same lazy eyes she has, expecting an answer.

“Oh - what? Of course not. I was just curious since she just started popping up a few months ago.” 

Gojo hums in agreement, insinuating that he too was curious about you.

The raven-haired teen goes back to his reading, making a mental note to not ask too much about you, or else they’d get suspicious. Geto has never really felt these feelings before so he might be wearing his heart on his sleeve. 

Also, he mentally begs his heart to stop racing with the mere mention of you. 

Please.

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One afternoon after classes, Geto volunteered to clean up and erase the writing on the chalkboard, while Gojo and Shoko were packing their stuff to up and leave.

He wasn’t expecting it, but there was that same tiny knock on their class door. 

It was you, awkwardly standing in the doorway, hands gripping the straps of your bag.

“Ieiri-san. . .” You say in a shy voice, only flicking your eyes momentarily to both him and Gojo, before subtly hiding behind the doorframe.

Too cute, Geto thought.

“Your girlfriend is hereeeee.” Gojo sings, to which Geto whips his head in panic, only to realize that the tease was addressed to Shoko. That little act was thankfully, not noticed by any of those present.

“Shut up, Gojo.” The brunette tsked before shooting you an apologetic look. “Ignore him. Do you see what I have to deal with? Hold for a minute, still fixing my stuff.” 

“You guys heading somewhere?”

Geto doesn’t know where he finds the courage, but he decides to set down the chalkboard eraser and approach you. Maybe because he’s been itching to talk to you these past few months. You immediately stand upright when he starts to get close, no longer hiding behind the doorframe. 

“Ah- Geto- san! H-hello!” You quickly bow, “I-it’s an honor! E-er, Ieiri-san, and I w-will be going somewhere - eh, yes! Getting Ice cream…cones.” You lift your head up but still stare at your shoes, inwardly cringing at yourself.

Geto and Gojo share a look, the latter wierded out, and the former does a breathy chuckle. 

Too cute! Geto thought once again.

“Ah, is that so? She must be fed up enough with us to leave us out of it. Anyway, It's an honor that our kouhai knows my name. It makes me a little guilty of not knowing yours. So, name?”

You shyly tell him your name.

“Ah, that's a pretty name. It's imprinted in my brain now.”

“Oi, you!” Shoko elbows Geto’s stomach out of the way, pushing past the doorway and hooking your arm onto hers, dragging you away. “Stop harassing my kouhai, will you? We’re off.”

“E-eh! It was nice talking to you, Geto-san, a-and Gojo-san!” 

Geto tries to wave the both of them off but can’t help slide his back down against the wall, rubbing the spot Shoko elbowed him on. She did not hold back.

But that wasn’t why he was weak in the knees.

He finally got the chance to talk to you, and he didn’t stutter at all. Geto does find some relief that you were just as flustered with talking to him as he was feeling with you, all red in the face with those wide eyes like that. It’s making his heart do 360’s. 

“Weird little fella, ain’t she?” Gojo asks as he passes by Geto on the floor, his backpack in hand. “Let’s go before the little runts fill up the arcade. I wanna make sure to get all these school stress out of my veins.”

Geto huffs as he stands up, “You barely even study.”

“Take that back.”

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Meanwhile . . .

“Ieiri-san, Geto-senpai looks so great today, as always.” You swoon with your eyes closed and your hands to your face as the both of you exit the school campus, the orange sunset bathing the skies.

“Huh? Really? You know, sometimes I feel like you're just using me to see him. I don’t know why you like him, but I guess he’s better than that other idiot, Gojo.”

You loop an arm back around hers, "Of course, I’d never use you like that, senpai! I'd literally die of boredom without you!"

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THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR DADDY SUGURU SINCE OCTOBER IS A SIN I NEED TO REPENT FOR ASAP ✞✞✞ would anyone even want a part two of this? any maybe turn it into my first series here //

[maria-chwan]

Something to fight touch-starvation (Sanji + Platonic!Reader drabble)

Contains: Younger!Reader, socially akward reader, Sanji is like a platonic older crewmate for them

Thousand Sunny was a ship that was full of experts. Everybody was a master at some craft that the others couldn't do.

The weird thing was that there was a lack of helping hands on board. There were no assistants. No maids, no cleaning-ladies or -lads, no secretaries. The Straw Hats learned to survive without them. Chopper took notes of anything happening in his medical bay by himself, Nami searched for information out of dozens of books by on her own when she needed to make a map and Franky would sometimes build a make-shift crane to move heavy machinery from one place to another inside his workshop instead of asking for another person to lift it up with him.

Sanji did a lot of work by himself too. And that's how the Straw Hats got their first assistant. An assistant for the kitchen.

Sanji found you from one of the islands they passed on their travels.

He met you in a market place. You were holding a basket of bread. You were considerably younger than Sanji. Sanji offered to help when you had difficulty choosing what tomatoes to buy, he was older and more experienced than you after all.

Sanji told you that he was a chef and you closed your eyes for a moment like you had to suddenly act differently around him.

Your hasty and confused expression settled into a calm and unenthusiastic one. You avoided Sanji's gaze when he looked at you. When you told him that you were a kitchen assistant, it clicked for Sanji. You knew that you were below him in the kitchen hierarchy. You were being careful not to anger or disrespect him. You knew your place. You didn't bother hiding your pessimistic expression though.

Sanji had fallen into thoughtful silence. You turned around, still stone-faced. Sanji didn't say anything, just watched you fiddle with the tomatoes as you tried to pick a few from the stall.

You were so young. Almost a teenager. Devoted to help with kitchen chores. Useful, very useful. And your unenthusiastic behaviour, the way you acted like an uncomfortable cat, was familiar to Sanji. It had been a long time since Sanji had been at Baratie, where there were other young assistants like you, but he had always known that they were a nervous bunch of youngsters. He knew that you were nervous too.

And who could resist such a respectful, yet socially clumsy little helper like you?

"What if you joined our crew?" Sanji asked, like he was talking about the weather.

You turned to look at him. Careful not to react, you stared at him, raising an eyebrow.

Sanji broke into a grin. Your expression was too funny to him. He had never seen anyone raise their eyebrow with so much suspicion.

When Sanji brought you on the ship, the other crewmembers gathered around you curiously. They were surprised to hear that you were there to attend to kitchen chores.

Weeks passed and you didn't do much anything else than help Sanji in the kitchen and rest on your free time.

It was so mundane, the other crewmembers thought. How could you be that devoted to serve someone else and stay in the sidelines?

You were careful around the crew. You stayed out of the way. You were quiet. Sometimes you could feel yourself sweating nervously, unsure how to react all of the nice and excited and unique people around you.

Before joining the Straw Hat crew, you had lived alone. Everyday you had gone to work. Your life had been quiet and peaceful. Eat dinner alone. Go to sleep alone. Read and go on walks. Sometimes you would feel lonely. That's when you would stare at the ceiling. Stretch your limbs and make your bones crack. Listen to the silence. Talk to into it and not hear an answer back.

After joining the Straw Hat crew you spent to first two weeks pretty much doing to same thing as before. Go to work (which had changed to helping Sanji) and spend the rest of the time alone. The other crewmates would greet you with a bright smile when they passed you in the hallway. You appreciated it.

After two weeks you started making an effort to join in when the Straw Hats would play games on the deck. You were nervous, but you made an effort.

Socializing was not effortless to you. But you continued on and days went by, slowly and awkwardly. Feeling weird and peaceful at the same time, you tried to enjoy your life at sea.

One day you arrived at an island that was filled with jungle. The crew entered the forest and started following a path. Within fifteen minutes a giant crocodile attacked the crew, but somebody quickly punched the monster and it was tamed.

You and Sanji climbed on the back of the giant crocodile, treating it like it was a horse. You felt comfortable sitting with Sanji. You shared space with this chef in the kitchen all the time and he was very nice to you. You liked being around him.

Sanji was an experienced chef and you were his young assistant. During these few weeks you had earned his trust.

His instructions were easy to understand and his voice was nice to listen to. You liked getting praise from him when you completed tasks. Sometimes he complimented you out of the blue, like when he said that your devotion made him delighted while you were cutting vegetables. You enjoyed working for him, even though you looked and acted a lot younger than him. Luckily he seemed to embrace his role as your older crewmate easily.

The massive crocodile whined while it followed the Straw Hats through the jungle.

You kept an eye on the surroundings. Your shoulders were a bit stiff. Maybe you should have put on a t-shirt instead of a top. Your exposed shoulders compared with the unfamiliar territory you were traveling through were making you nervous.

Your arms were a bit tired. You started stretching them like you did when you were at home. When you were staring at the wall. When you were listening to silence. When you were feeling alone.

You stretched your arm in front of you and cracked your bones.

Suddenly you heard Sanji talk behind you.

"Woah! That was a loud crack! Are you okay?"

You glanced at Sanji. He had sounded surprised but over all calm, with a slight amount of worry. His hands were hovering in the air, reaching for you in slight worry but not touching you.

You felt slightly shocked. He cared about you.

You felt small warmth blossom in your chest.

"Yeah, it's okay. I do this all the time", you said.

"I guess it is normal if you crack your bones... But I got spooked when you did it. Let me see", Sanji insisted gently.

You leaned back, letting him inspect your arm.

You felt his fingers touch your arm.

You were feeling more shocked than before. Somebody was actually touching you. Being worried about you. Caring about you.

You hadn't felt this good in a long time.

The feeling of fingers against your skin, the duration of them being connected to your arm lasted for a long few seconds.

You enjoyed every bit of it.

Finally Sanji looked up from your arm and noticed your blissful expression.

A moment passed. Sanji was controlling his reaction so well that he looked almost calm. You smiled at him, still in the blissful haze as you tried to appear grateful. Sanji's expression stayed soft. You removed your arm from his hold gracefully. Then you turned to look forward, not saying anything else.

A few seconds passed.

"Normally it is hugs that make people have a powerful reaction. I guess that I should have noticed that you might react to a simple touch strongly", Sanji said, his voice deep and calming.

You made a nonchalant affirmative sound.

"A few seconds. I touched your arm for just a few seconds. Your reaction..." Sanji trailed off, sounding shocked.

"I'm fine", you said, as calmly as you could.

"Just how touch-starved are you, (Y/n)?" Sanji asked.

A moment passed.

"I don't know. How should I answer that?" you asked, but your tone of voice told Sanji that you admitted the problem.

"Can I touch you?" Sanji asked.

"Yes", you answered. It sounded like a soft sigh.

"I just realized that I asked you a sensitive question, (Y/n). I'm sorry, I hope I'm not crossing a line here. Are you okay?" Sanji asked.

"Yeah, just a little surprised", you answered.

"You are my assistant. You are also my younger crewmate and friend. I'm trying to help you as a friend, since you need help from another person when you are feeling touchstarved", Sanji clarified the facts.

"Yeah", you said.

Sanji leaned forward and placed his hand on your shoulder. It was a firm and comforting grip. The power that radiated from his hand soothed you.

"Does that feel good?" Sanji asked.

"Yes", you admitted, feeling embarrassed and wonderful at the same time.

"Can I hug you from behind?" Sanji asked.

"Really?" you asked, you voice rising high.

"Really", Sanji confirmed.

"Yes", you said, sounding like you were nervous and preparing yourself.

Sanji shifted forward until his chest was against your back. He hugged you from behind. Enveloping you in his warmth.

You breathed deep. You felt warm. The feeling of Sanji's presence so close made your brain buzz. You soaked in the closeness, shutting your eyes as you felt blissful once again.

You sighed out loud.

This was crazy. Your older crewmate was hugging in such a deep and meaningful manner. You felt slightly overwhelmed.

"Are you feeling good?" Sanji asked.

"So good", you said happily. "A small part of me is a little bit overwhelmed, but it's okay!"

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to creep out my favorite helper", Sanji said and pulled back slightly, removing his hands.

"I'm sure!" you insisted.

"Great", Sanji said, sounding delighted.

You giggled and sighed happily again when you felt Sanji's arms around you.

"I should have done this earlier", Sanji said. "I didn't even think that you could be touch-starved. You help me every day, I should have noticed."

"Thank you for doing it now", you said.

"Of course. Any time", Sanji said and smiled.

[sillyarchliker]

silly little kouhai stimboard cause she’s so normal I love her

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