summary: kaminari going to shop where reader works to speak to them. he buys a pen every day because he doesn't know what else to do!
a/n: idk what stuck me to write this tbh, i js felt like it. but that is beside the point, normalise sending me silly requests!! (。•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧
denki has a crush on you, that was a simple, blanant fact. everyone in your class knew — heck even the teachers knew.
the second he found out you worked at a small, local convenience store he simply had to go there.
he sat down in his room and pondered how he should be when speaking to you and how not to mess up the interaction because to be honest, he wasn't really there to buy anything — he just wanted an excuse to talk to you.
after finally mustering up the courage to do something, he left his dorm room and was on his way. the sky was a deep indigo colour, a contrast to the golden hue of the setting sun. stars began to appear in the midst of the darkening sky, guiding him to your shop.
he walked into the store, trying his absolute hardest to look somewhat nonchalant. he wandered around looking for something to buy and bring to you, the cashier. the shelves were basically empty as it was the end of the day, so he pondered what he should get.
a hearty dinner was had before he left so he didn't really feel like any kind of food. there was no need to buy any new toiletries or kitchenware. there was literally nothing that he wanted to buy.
his eyes settled on the stationary section of the outlet.
"y'know what? i need a pen for class anyways."
he muttered to himself, shuddering as he remembered mina's threats when he last forgot to bring a pen.
he walked up to the shelves and took a simple ball point pen. not a pack of them, not one of the cool, fancy fountain pens, not one of the elabourate ones that have multiple colors. he grabbed a manky, ballpoint pen.
he made his way towards the counter at which you stood, a goofy smile on his face.
"This pen, please!" he handed it to you, proudly. you ring it up and place it on the counter.
"Is this all?" you stifled a laugh as you glared at the pathetic singular pen layed out in front of you. he gave you an arrogant nod.
now this wasn't a one off occurance. he began making frequent trips to your workspace to buy even more pens. in his head, his plan was genius, foolproof and absolute.
you caught on fairly quickly, not that denki wasn't being obvious from the very beginning.
"so, uhh... you lose pens quite quickly i assume?" you ask him the next day he arrived at your store.
"i- uhhh... wouldn't you like to know?"
"y'know if you wanted to talk to me, you could just aproach. i dunno why you need all these pens"
"i know that... i just thought it would be a good cover if i actually bought something..."
a/n: an awkward first date with my babyboo. ain't he cute? i love zaki so much, he got me out of writer's block 🥹✌️❤️🩹🔋🌹also ignore my poor dialogue choices, im quite bad at writing that 😣😣😣
he grips your hand to give him strength. a stroll through the bookstore he always goes too shouldn't be this difficult.
but you were there.
seriously, it shouldn't take this much energy to wander through the manga section and look for the latest releases that you both loved to read.
but you were there. and holding his hand.
girls had never taken much interest in him – he was the weird kid with purple eyes and a constant off-putting look on his face. people saw him as creepy, someone to avoid.
you knew it was a cruel thing to say about someone and grew a keen interest in him. not nesessarily romantically, but more like you wanted to inspect him. put him in a terrarium, study him and ocassionally tap on the glass to see how he'd react.
you were certain that he was just an average guy with a couple of quirks, and the second you caught a glimpse of him with his friends in their clubroom, you knew the rumors weren't true.
he was holding a volume of jujutsu kaisen, rambling passionately to his friends about something you couldn't hear properly through the door.
not that what he had to say was important, all you knew is that you had fallen swiftly in love with him.
you spent the next couple weeks trying to get closer to the 'phantom busters'. ocassionally soft-launching that you too enjoyed readed the same manga kanzaki did.
thats what led you to now.
awkwardly glaring at the manga section, your fingers losing circulation from how tight he was squeezing.
you turn towards him, genuinely concered at his anxious mannerisms.
"you good, bro?"
he hurriedly nods at you, a poor attempt to dismiss any concern you had for him.
"do you need a minute? you're totally freaking out, dude..."
he takes a deep breath and turns to face you.
"it's just... i've never had a girl genuinely wanna go out with me before."
he furrowed his eyebrows.
"girls tend to ask me out for dares because they see me as some strange delinquent, but you actually like me. and you like what i like."
his heart is rattling around his chest like a shaken can of soda about to burst. he swallows before continuing.
"it's too... perfect..."
you're stunned by the sudden outburst, his quick-paced rambling that came out of seemingly nowhere. the shift from feeling tense because the two of you were shy, to feeling tense because woah that escalated fast.
"what im trying to say is, thank you"
he seemed somewhat calmed down after getting that off his chest, his face tinted a soft crimson. he turned back to the manga and picked up a volume sheepishly, trying to conceal the vunerability that he felt.
he left you jaw-dropped and utterly astounded. how were you supposed to carry on when a bomb like that had just been dropped on you?
and like nothing happened, he went back to searching.
a/n: just wanna warn everyone that i am NOT the best a writing dialogue, and if anything im terrible at it. please give me advice and critisism on how it goes. (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) this is inspired by ashnikko's song — go give it a listen its so peak!! ദ്ദി˶˃ ᵕ ˂ )✧
the whole night was a blur. lights were flashing an intense purple, the drinks were either a citrusy yellow or an electric blue (CLEARLY not something you should be ingesting), the dance floor was overcrowded with a mob of drunken people,
and you couldn't be more here for it.
the music blasting from the speakers were loud enough to be heard from miles down the street, you could feel the soundwaves travelling through the room, bouncing from person to person.
you held a small cocktail glass in your hand, ocasionally taking sips from the saffron liquid. you danced vivaciously to the tunes, hips swaying left and right, arms waving in the air.
two towering guys were stationary behind you. one had luminous, blue eyes and lustrous, pearly hair, and the other had dark, inky hair and eyes that were like endless voids. they weren't just random dudes, however, they were your boyfriends.
satoru and suguru both loved you dearly and when you suggested a night out partying, they couldn't resist. the two gentlemen would do whatever you told them to. needed a chair and there was nowhere to sit? guess who was already on all fours, waiting to be sat on. needed a personal coat hanger? both of them would stand there, waiting with an arm out to take your discarded jacket.
you had all been dating for a couple months now and it felt less like a relationship and more like a competition of who could win you over. they used to have petty arguments over little things like who would refill your water bottle, or get you your shoes — but you could feel the seperation between the two of them increase.
you needed to do something.
the cocktail you had been sipping on for the previous 10 minutes had finally run out. gojo and geto stared each other down and then looked at you.
"would you like another drink? you finished that one pretty fast, huh?" gojo commented.
you paused your dancing to look at your two handsome boys. you laugh softly
"im good for now... but can you hold my purs-"
"of course, my sweet." geto interrpted, giving gojo a crude glare as he brought his arm forward to take your bag from you.
gojo caught on quickly and piped up. "no no no, hand it to me, princess. surely you want someone with careful hands to hold it and not... geto..."
"you fucking monkey — i offered first!" geto huffed at the remark.
you could already see where this was going. this was nothing new at all. this was a regular occurance. you enjoyed teasing them, making them jealous to rile them up, but as much as you often entertained their antics, they were taking this way too far.
the purse you held onto was abbruptly snatched by someone, snapping you back to your senses. you had no idea who took it because before your eyes were two grown ass men playing tug of war with it. how petty could they get?
"enough! im sick of you guys fighting all the fucking time. this is an argument straight out of a wattpad story. if its affecting you guys this much, just take turns. go on a 10 minute rotation or something." you give them a look of utter disgust, clearly sick of their bullshit. "seriously. lock in or we're going home."
they both did a double take, simply stared at you. hurt, wounded even, by your words. the tension stayed, but they were both quiet about it untill the party ended.
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aside from your footsteps, the streets were noiseless. the streetlights flickered, moths swarming the glow that came from them. there were barely any cars on the roads that weren't stationary. the only people walking down the street were you, suguru and satoru.
it was an extremely awkward walk home. they both had a seething, temporary hatred for each other that wouldn't disappear. each step they took was laced with anguish and dispair. it really shouldn't have been that serious, but to them it was.
in contrast, all the alcohol you consumed turned you into a laughing mess. while the men were busy gritting their teeth as they stumped behind you, you were mumbling sweet nothings to yourself and giggling away.
as you got to your shared apartment, the strain between your boyfriends sky-rocketed.
you unlocked the door with your keys and stumbled inside. you lazily kicked off your shoes, took off and hung up your jacket, and leaped onto the couch.
gojo and geto bregrudgingly followed you inside, doing the same as you. as they enetered the living room and tried to sit either side of you, you stopped them.
"you guys have made me super upset! i don't want you to hate each other... i love you guys!" you pout at them, watching their faces twist with guilt.
"you guys need to apologise to each other!" you declared. "so immature..." you trailed off, muttering drunken nonsense to yourself.
the boys looked at you, dumbfounded.
"apologise? to this idiot? no way in hell im doing that." gojo spat, side eyeing his male partner.
"first time tonight i agree with this... cretin... anything but that." geto added, side-stepping away from satoru. he looked at you, anticipating your response.
...untill he saw your face light up.
"anything?" you asked eagerly
he analysed your facial expression, hesitating before he spoke his next words. "anything..."
"cmon... i told you to stop bejng immature. if you really wanna make me feel better, do the mature thing!" your words sparked a hunger in your eyes and more sincerity in your previously tipsy demeanor.
a/n: im sorry this is so short 😣😣. this is inspired by the title of a song i rlly like. you should give it a listen!! ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡
your arms rest on the railing of the balcony, a tall dark haired man standing beside you. the sky was basically pitch black, the only light being the shimmering of the stars and the soft flickers of the embers that burned on the end of your cigarettes.
a comfortable silence sat between the both of you, ocasionally being broken by a gentle gasp for breath or slight cough from one of you. the evening was perfect.
aki watched you carefully, spotting how you would let your cigarette burn almost to your fingertips before you put it out. he reached into his pocket and grasped his crumpled packet of cigs. he took one between his fingers and moved it towards your mouth. your lips parted, allowing him to place the cigarette gently in your mouth.
his fingers brushed against the soft plump flesh of your lips as you secured the cig in place. he grabbed a box from inside of the breast pocket of his blazer. from the small box, he grabbed a match, lit it, and moved the flame towards your face. you lean into the warmth, lighting your cigarette.
aki started to notice small details about you in the dim light of his match. the soft tangerine glow of the fire that highlighted the pink of your cheeks. the glimmer in your eye that reflected the night sky. the length of your lashes and the slight tiredness in your eyes.
that night, he was certain that he had fallen in love with you.
im writing mostly for myself but reqs and anons are open! im not the best at writing so please tell me ways to improve. i mostly write fluff and angst with something ocassionally suggestive but not any smut. i will put warnings if needed tho! (≧∀≦)♪
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main fic topics: csm, jjk, bllk, mha, gachiakuta, phanbus, gokurakugai
I JUST WANNA LET EVERYONW KNOW THAT IM NOT IGNORING YOUR REQUESTS!!! IM WORKING ON THEM AND HAVE BEEN WORKING IN THEM!!! IM NOT NEGLECTING YOU!! IT WILL BE WRITTEN EVENTUALLY!!!!!
