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Please remember if you are entering psychology or neurology or any medical field to be critical. Saneism, ableism, bioessentialism, gender essentialism, fatphobia, and racism run deep within medical practices and medical studies.

Not everything you will be learning will be true, kind, or in the best interest of the person in question. Not every medication or surgical procedure is truly necessary.

Please listen to the communities you are learning to treat. Please do not take things at face value. Please understand that many of these studies have biases within them and are not 100% reliable.

Prioritize autonomy and consent. Understand that no condition or variation inherently makes someone right or wrong. Understand that there is no such thing as a "good body/mind" or "bad body/mind", but just a body/mind that has different needs.

Remember, for most conditions/variations, a "cure" is unnecessary. Usually treatments or accommodations are a better route.

And please don't tell people to fit into useless social norms as a part of their "treatment."

med-student nerd!jo x insomniac reader

(p.s: leave it to Gojo to make muscle anatomy sound intimate.)

This night like any other you lay awake, hands spread, the soft snores of your boyfriend not helping with your insomnia.

Looking at him sleeping so peacefully you manage a weak smile.

Gojo had been prepping for his exams, fueled up on energy drinks, anatomy books spread out everywhere. Until exhausted, he collapsed into bed, falling asleep muttering about some mesentry and what not.

atleast someone’s sleeping well.

Turning over slowly, your hand accidentally swipes some lip balm off the dresser next to your bed, the noise a sharp contrast to the quiet night.

Gojo stirs in his sleep, a warm hand finding your waist pulling you on top of him your face flush against his chest as he lays on his back.

You raise your head looking up at him. Gojo rubs his sleepy eyes, long white lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly to stay awake.

“Sorry for waking you” you whisper.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind” his hands coming up on your back tracing soothing circles. “Couldn’t sleep again?” he asks, voice raspy.

You hum laying your head back down on his chest, eyes closing, soothed by his large palm massaging your back.

“You have a lot of tension built up in your Trapezius, babe.” he comments, fingers tracing the outline of your back muscles.

“hmm…where else?” liking how his voice, deeper at this time of night, makes his chest vibrate carrying the sound over to you.

“Let’s see, here…” hands trailing down fingers tapping your vertebrae, “Latissimus dorsi” he names the muscles on your lower back.

You bring your hand up to his face, his hand instinctively reaching for it.

You ask “How about here?”

He pulls your hand up to take a closer look, vision weak without his glasses, which currently lay atop some books across the room.

He opens up your palm rubbing slow circles as he brings the base of your thumb up to his lips placing a small kiss.

“Abductor pollicis brevis”

Adjusting your hand, he places another kiss but this time at the base of your pinky.

“Flexor digiti minimi”

You giggle, “Seriously? it’s called minimi?”

He nods, shy “Do you like it?”

“I think it’s cute” you continue to observe as he places more kisses along your palm naming the muscles there.

Kissing the pad of each finger he says “Tendons of flexor digitorum profundus.”

why is this so hot?

You think to yourself, admiring your boyfriend’s mind. Admittedly more turned on than sleepy, you roll off his chest, laying on your back.

You pull his hand positioning it in between your breasts, a mischievous glint in your eye “How about here?” you tease trying to gauge his reaction.

“Oh um,” he reaches up with his other hand wanting to fix his glasses but realizing he isn’t wearing any he moves his hand back to rub his neck, a bit flushed.

Not getting the memo, Gojo feels for your sternum explaining to you exactly what he’s doing “This is your sternal angle and,” moving his hand alongside it “Here’s your 2nd rib”

You pout, disappointed that he didn’t get it you stop his hand counting down your ribs “toruuu, that’s not what I meant”

He blinks at you, feigning innocence, “I’m sorry”

“No don’t apologize” you shake your head, finding him adorable, “Now let me explain.”

You move his hand under your shirt, his cheeks redden, understanding.

He clears his throat, embarrassed “I haven’t revised the female human anatomy yet..”

Instantly wanting revenge for how nervous you made him, he regains his composure. Gojos’ hand trails up under your shirt over bare skin as he feels your goosebumps rising. You watch him through hooded lashes, a matching flush climbing your cheeks.

“How about you help me with that?” he asks a small grin painting his lips.

firefly; as a med student i’m so nervous posting this ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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