After a particularily easy mission in a residential district, the four of you decided to hangout at one of the local parks. Making a rucuss in these quiet, cute family home streets. Cloudless skies, winter's hold on the weather loosening.
"Shoko for the fifth time we are NOT BUYING BEER!" You yell at her, pulling her away from an off-lisence. "YOU'RE 16?? YOU LEGALLY CAN'T DRINK!!"
Shoko laughed, walking beside you. "Its alriightt~ heineken comes to mee~"
"What" In disbelief you look to the boys beside you.
"Wow, she already sounds drunk." Suguru pokes, chuckling. The lot of you were a lively bunch.
"You go girl! Sniff out the love of you life" Gojo laughed, making a run for the park in sight. "THE SWINGS ARE MINE!"
You chase after him. "YOU DON'T NEED BOTH OF THEM FATASS!" Jumping him from behind, you both tumble onto the ground. Pulling at your arm, he wouldn't let you get up. Not like you allowed it either.
"I'M NOT A FATASS!"
"YOU WERE LITERALLY FLOATING YESTERDAY SAYING SOME SHIT LIKE" You imitate his annoying voice and face with 100% accuracy. "Throughout McDonald's and BurgerKing, I alone am the hungry one." You get back to sitting on top of him and continue bickering. "THEN YOU INHALED FIVE, SATORU FIVE FUCKING BURGERS!"
He began to whine, at an earpiercing voice. "Whys that a probleeem? I WON FAIR AND SQUAREE!"
"Fatass."
"Asshat."
"Oi! You two! Quit cleaning the pavement!"
You both glance at Shoko who sits victorious upon the left swing.
"Yeah, stop squabbling. Idiots. Also, tickle Sstoru's right side!" Geto, sat on the right swing, yelled out to you.
Doing as instructed, you attack Satorh with a final move. As he yells in defeat "NO PLEASE NO AAAAHHHHH!" Shokowas laughing wildly, while Suguru yelled "K.O."
Satoru final loosened his grip on you, allowing you to get up. Yet, for somereason you coudln't walk away. Maybe there was a guilt eating you from inside? Or maybe—just maybe—it was that dead albino roach leaching onto your ankle!
"TORU GET OFF ME!" You shake your legs, yet the roach is ever relentless. Whining, he sits up reaching a hand out.
"Oh, great the seniour citizen needs a hand standing up?" You tease, but he doesn't reply. Only flashing those huge ass bright blue orbs at you. Puppy dog eyes, his master move and unfortunately, your weakness.
You extend your hand. Big mistake.
She yelled a bit too late, in her monotone voice she calls out with affection. "It's a trap!"
By that time, you were already on his lap.
Gojo boasts triumphantly "Hah, I won!" You squeeze his cheeks.
Geto chimes in "Technically, you both lost, because we have taken your swings." Making you both groan.
"And I'm getting a Heineken~!"
You and Geto reasonably groan "No," while Gojo giggles "You go girl!"
Summary: After coming back from the bar, drunkenly in love with longing for your touch. Losing that uptight tie and stoic attitude, he could finally have you all to himself.
Pairings: Drunk Nanami Kento x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: Fluffy, SMUT, intoxicated Nanami, your university crush Nanami aged like fine wine, marking, sex, anal sex, man-handling, pussy drunk Nanami, mutual pining, a yearnful man, pathetically desperate man, bitchy Gojo, slight Haibara x Shoko, annoyed Geto
He stood stunned, staring at the closed lift doors, mechanical whirring taking Geto back down to the other two.
Now, he wondered.
Nanami's not dumb; he knew you had a crush on him in university. He believes it's because of the glow-up he had.
According to your kind words, 'Going from blond emo twink to a smokin' hottie.'
He remembers all those fond times, when accidentally grazed fingers, held eye contact for a little too long, hugged each other so tightly that it would be on the borderline of being friends.
Slowly walking back to his hotel room, deep in thought, pacing this long lavish hall on his own he began to think.
Remembering all those times he asked his girl friends what a lady would like, how much skinship is apropriet for flirting. He'd even bought books and watched videos to understand and craft himself into someone who could please you better.
Hell, he even went down this reddit rabbit-hole not long ago.
Nanami shudders at the reoccuring thought of sitting infront of his monitor, disregarding work and loosing his mind over many people's experiences of terrible, pure criminal men.
That's when he vowed to NEVER be so low. To become the ideal that women-you specifically, and only you-want.
Reaching to his shared room door, he hesitates with the handle. Hand hovering above it.
You, on the other hand had been going through his camera roll and have been taking pictures of some absolutely gold pictures of him. Must've been his guilty pleasure, taking pics of his own abs, messy hair dangling before his eyes, frames hanging dangerously low on his nose as the morning sun light frames his face perfectly, illuminating his blond hair.
Wanting to touch him, caress his chiseled chin, drag your fingers down between his muscular chest, leaving trails of kisses on his neck as your fingers descend down, down, down till the hem of his pants.
Watch him unravel by your fingers.
Heavy breathing as he pounds up into you. One veiny hand gripping your thighs while the other's on your neck.
Giggling and kicking your feet as you roll around on his side of the bed. Just then, a knock on the door woke you up from your daydreams.
Sitting up, you place his camera in it's respectful place, taking a quick selfie, before walking over to open the door.
And truly, you didn't know what to expect. Shoko? With a cigarette and a bottle for the two of you, like y'all planned? Or Haibara with another round?
Nothing could have prepared you for that lethal man who stood before you.
Hair ruffled up, his typical slick back was softer now, a few strands hung before his thinned olive eyes that shamelessly hid an unrelenting want within.
Took everything in him not to fuck it up st the door. Every fibre of his being was itching, begging to touch you.
Be with you.
Be on you,
or even in you...
Unsure if he's even there, you adress him rather unsurely. "Nanami..?" His eyes locked onto yours, hesitantly reaching towards you.
He just wanted to hug you.
Wants your embrace so bad.
So bad, he's never been this pathetic.
"Hm?" You tilt your head, stepping a bit backwards to let him in. Yet you feel two strong, steady arms pull you close. Face planting right inbetween his tiddies. Breathing in his scent, then tasting the faintest smidge of alcohol. Giggling to yourself, you glance up at his rather relaxed, youthful face. Reaching up to fix his glasses, while his hands rest comfortably on your waist. "Nanam-"
"Kento." He whispered, halting your movements.
"Huh? Want me to call you Kento?"
He nods. "You call me by my last name so much," a hand snakes up and softly caresses your cheek. "makes me think you'd wan' it behind your own."
Feeling the heat creep up on your cheeks, you look away from him, perhaps to save yourself the embarassment. Feeling his longful gaze on you, your eyes return to his.
Clearing your throat, you reutter your scentence, finding your words with difficutly.
"Anyways, come in." You pull away, hand in hand, leading him into the room. After walking past the little red couch that comfortably fits two people having tea together in bathrobes before breakfast.
He abruptly sat down, pulling you into his lap. Face to face, he just holds you closer to his chest. Breathing battered, heavy, right in your ear. You begin to giggle at his unusually unraveled behaviour. "Had too much alchohol?"
He shook his head a little, mumbling a weak "No." Shifting in his lap you feel something buldging under you, right against your pussy.
Your breath hitched, feeling his cock hard and excited for you, sighing before thinking of doing something diabolical.
Moving your hips in circles, back and forth, riding his soft moans and futile attempts of stopping you. His huge, veiny hands grippingg g6 your sides, at first to stop you, then slowly to guide your movements and pace.
The next squence of actions have you in a blurred chokehold. Grinding your clothed pussy on his hard-on, Kento's hands travelled up and down your body, caressing every curve, squishing your tummy, agonizingly slowly hands ascend till your breasts.
A symphony of moans filled the room, as chill air cascades in through the open windows. Lifting his head for you to see his hungered eyes. Promptly, an arm goes under your butt, while the other supports your back as he picks you up and gently walks over to the bed, laying you down.
He pets your thigh to signal your eyes onto him. Watching his eyes trail down to your core, then flash back up at you. Then it clicks!
He's asking for permission.
You nod.
To which he lets out a laugh that's more of a sigh. "No, darling," Tone of a venomous velvet snake that'll intoxicate you with it's love. Then it shifts to the sexiest baritone voice.
"Say it."
"Y-Yes...please"
Your little, pathetic, plea was all it took for him to pull your trousers down in one swift motion and go on his knees. He pulled you closer to the edge, your knees over his shoulders as Nanami nudges his nose against your soaking core, eliciting the softest moans from your precious, parted lips.
Hiding your face with those adorable little hands were futile. Nanami smiled against your cunt, licking a mean stripe across, prodding his tongye into where it doesn't belong. Just to tease you.
"Nanami-Ah!" His large, firm hands spread your thighs apart and the next you felt was a sharp sting on your poor pussy.
"Forgot so soon, princess?" His loving voice, dripping with malice teased. He gazed up to make eye contact with you. His deeply pleasant voice mixing with your humilitating moans. "What's my name again, darling?" Drawling out that last word, as if to purposefully fuck your mind.
Still recovering from his hit, you whimper a pathetic "Ke-Kento."
Returning to his favourite spot, between your legs, he mumbled a "Yes?" against your lips, licking and sucking at the nub through your underwear.
"Ken-mmph!-Kento! Please, please take it off."
Nuzzling his nose further in, you felt his voice vibrate against your lower lips. "Take what off, dear?"
"My," Stealing a sharp breath of air at his scandelous behaviour down there, you sit up a bit, running a hand through his hair then meanly tugging at the roots, forcing his greedy face to look you in the eyes. Having Nanami look so pathetic and puddled because of you was a dream come true. This man is a whole ass dream come true. In a breathy voice you murmur. "my underwear and your shirt."
He smiled, love-drunkenly. Backing off, standing up. His sculpted body towered over you as he slowly-so fucking agonizingly slowly-you wanted to get up and tear it off of him. But you didn't.
Why?
Because his eyes glared over your body, roughly taking his tie off, he placed it between his teeth, roughly climbing over to you. Straddling your pathetic body, with his muscular thighs as he ties your hands together with that tacky, yet iconic, leopard print tie. His bare chest hung right above you, giving you an ample 4K resolution view of this sexy man's tiddies.
Soon, he crawled back down, back to bring between heaven and reality.
That would be the last thing you remember. Nanami had you fucked out of your god damn mind. First he made you cum on his tonge as he ate you out like some starved, depraved man. Ravishing your poor cunt till you saw stars twinkling above your head, doing your best to supress all the whimpering and moaning.
To no avail.
Then, he flipped you over, giving your ass a good spank before he teased his way in. Dick so hard it felt penatrating, as he gently pressed his way in. Letting you accomadate his size for a few mintues. While he reached down, feeling his heaving bare chest on your back, to pat your head and ruffle your hair.
You lifted your self onto your forearms, since his tie didn't let for much freedom. Then it all became a messy blurr, he shoved your head into the pillow, whisper-moaning sweet nothings into your ears as he rocked your body. Knocking the air our of your lungs, eyes rolling back as drool spilled from the corners of your mouth. Spluttering onto his dick pushed him over the edge. Made him cum hard all over you back, pull out game is still strong.
He chuckled at your fucked out face, laying down next to you as you whine and whimper at the loss of contact. He whispered with a seductive tone laced with venom, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. "Ready for round three, darling?"
MEANWHILE the other four were huddled up in Gojo and Haibara's room down the hallway, which was furthest from yours.
He had booked twin beds instead of a queen sized bed. Groaning as he watched the others team up on him by stacking all their plus cards together.
They were all cramped onto one bed, Shoko next to Gojo and across from them were Haibara and Geto.
Geto spoke up, admist the laughing. "Good thing you booked our rooms far from theirs."
Gojo whined, throwing his head back onto a pillow. Then he sat back up.
Shoko added. "Yeah," she chuckled, watching Gojo's face drop at the amount of plus fours. "aaand~ we booked them a couples room."
Haibara lit up, watching the pale haired male's misery unfold. As, he turned to Shoko and Geto. "Right! It was so hard to keep a straight face this morning! Y'know when they were asking and shit."
Gojo groaned, glaring at the three down as he reluctantly started picking up 20 cards from the deck. Sulking, he spat. "Yeah, and guess what?" he side-eyes the rest of them. "I was blamed for it." Going from one single UNO to holding 21 cards, while the others all possessed a minimum of three!
He wanted to give up. Then, still sulking, he remarked, rolling his eyes. "They're probably fucking like bunnies or something."
Summary: Coming back from a mission, only to be swept up in a dance at the station by none other than your stupid best friend, Satoru...if only the rain swept your feelings away.
Pairings: Student Gojo Satoru x Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: Fluff, unrequited love (nah), silly shoko and geto, slight Geto Suguru x Reader, dancing in the rain, besties to lovers, slight jealousy
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He loves you like the flowers need the rain.
He needs you like the kids love the spring rain.
The four of you had agreed to meet up after one of your solo missions, since they found some cute shop and arcade in the area.
The wheather forecast did say it was to rain, but the gloomy clouds were nowhere this morning when you set off for your mission, besides it said that it will rain in the late evening.
Well, that was not on your cards for today, because it was already raining pretty badly. Watching the droplets descend onto the bus's dirty window. The skies were so dark, even though it was only the afternoon.
Early afternoon, infact, which means the sun should be out, alas getting a little drenched, a little sick should be rewarding after all this training, no?
Your phoke buzzed, annoyingly, you swipe open the screen and check your one and only alive group chat.
Sigma_Chainsmoker
Girl,
the clouds are hella pissy
I can tell😭
Bangs be bangin'
Do you have an umbrella?
ehe😅
Diabetes in human form
HAH
Loseerr
Bangs be bangin'
Sstoru
Satoru*
Be nice
Sigma_Chainsmoker
lmao
u cant see it
but hes getting s beating
dw girl we got u
Thank youuu😭😭😭
im arriving in liek
5 mins
Bangs be bangin'
*lik
alr
saotru
Diabetes in human form
ITS SATORU
Bangs be bangin'
WAS GONNA CORRECT MYSELF.
anyways☺️
Diabetes in human form
dw
ill be nice🙄
thats new
Diabetes in human form
HEY
be nice to meee
im bringing u a gift
should i be worried?
Bangs be bangin'
Yes.
Sigma_Chainsmoker
yeah
he left
Bangs be bangin'
He runs like a lanky cockroach.
Sigma_Chainsmoker
FR
LMAOO😭😭
Placing your phone back onto your lap.
Staring out the window, you watch the people pass by, with umbrellas in hand, shoulders drenched. You dozed off, wondering what Satoru wants to give you.
Meanwhile the white haired boy ran, umbrella in hand to avoid drenching his pretty white locks, rain dripping down his face to meet with his friend.
Friend? Now that he's alone, Satoru has more than enough time to think about this situationship you guys have got going on.
It had started a few months, when he caught you in a sad mood, staring at none other than Suguru Geto. His bestfriend.
Feeling generous, and heartbroken he offered himself up for you to use to get over his best friend.
Gojo never had any self respect to begin with. He knew the expectations that hung over his head like a guillotine.
He's cried over the fact that you're in love with his best friend, you've vented so many times to Shoko, which he's over heard.
Which is why Shoko is in quite the pickle. On one hand, she has you spilling your heart out about one of her bestfriends, while Satoru is sobbing to her with sweets in his hands about how you like Suguru all the while Suguru has no fucking clue.
It was true, in the beginning you absolutely hated Gojo's annoying ass. Instead, Geto was the one who just charmed you, yet now that infatuation has worn off. You see Suguru as a good friend who listens to all your rants about his best friend Satoru.
The two of you have been in this situationship where the pretense was Satoru would help you forget about your feelings for Suguru. It's been half a year?
Are you in love?
Yes
With Suguru?
No
Is the inner conversation you have everytime Satoru pouts, bringing up Suguru which killed you. Having to lie straight to his face. He's such a helpful, selfless soul. Here you were shamelessly kissing him, making him believe he's the replacement.
The rain only poured louder, dark overcast draping over the cityscape, as you arrived to your buststop, already half soaked as you got off and stood underneath the bus stand. The love you felt for Satoru was different from Suguru's.
Suguru felt like deep understanding and warm hug, but you couldn't see yourself with him in the long run.
Where as Satoru? Y'all either growing old together or dying together. Wanna fall asleep to his voice and waking up to those sky blue flashlight eyes.
The rain felt warm on your skin, minutes have passed yet the bus stop sat empty, feeling a little dejected you decide to walk in some random direction.
Contemplating on whether to go home or not.
Meanwhile, Satoru ran through the rain in desperation, wishing he'd be faster with his long feet, watching your saddened silhouette walk away from him. He doesn't want you walking away, leaving him in the rain.
Sure, he could teleport, but that would scare the few passerby near, his white hair is already a sight to see. He thought he could give you the umbrella, and a kiss perhaps...though he knew the latter would never happen.
You didn't love him.
Only using him to forget someone. Worst of all? He can't blame you, couldn't bring himself to. He needs you. You're one of the only people who truly support his stupidity, match his vibe and is pretty.
Sure he has Shoko, Suguru, perhaps the first years, but they're not you. He wants you. He finally wants something, something he has to win.
Yelling your name, he ran.
You halt, hearing footsteps approach at a fast pace you turn around, face lighting up at the sight of a half-drenched Satoru, who wasn't looking up as he ran.
He bumped right into you, dropping the umbrella, grabbing onto your hands instead and swirling you around. The two of your twirl around in the rain, drenching your clothes. Yet, the radient smile on both your faces blur the worries away. Spinning and dancing like fools on a blue spring.
Then, once your legs tired out, you fall into his arms as he squeezes you tight. Both of you heaving and giggling like little children playing tag.
He breathed, eyes focused onto your ethereal face. He wanted to kiss you so bad. "I can't do this anymore."
Tilting your head to the side, you ask. "Hm? Can't do...what?"
"Y'know, our, uhm, situationship."
"Ah, no...no, that...that's understandable. " Slowly processing his words you felt your heart shatter, hugging him harder. "I...I-"
The both of your voices mix and swirl in the rain.
"I need to tell you something!"
"I have to tell you something."
You couldn't read his eyes, yet he held you close, so tight you though he'd die if he let go.
Averting his gaze you ramble. "Say it, 'Toru, what's wrong? I understand if you don't want to do this anymore. It'stotally okay, if anything jt was very mean of me to ask this of you, but I don't want to give up whatever we have-" He cupped your cheek, signaling for you to look up at him. Rendering you shocked and quiet he whispered with a new found softness in his voice.
"I want to be your boyfriend. Not my bestfriend's replacement. I wanna be yours, I want to be Satoru to you. Please?"
You hugged him. Snuggling your head into his chest, feeling the water on your skin, you look up to feel his soft lips kissing your forehead. "You always have been Satoru to me. Not Gojo, the strongest, not Suguru's replacement. You are the one I've fallen for, the love I felt for Suguru was different, it was more brotherly. I can'tsee myself with him, but you?"
Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed the bottom of his jaw. Leaving a lip stain there.
"I wanna be yours, will you accept me?"
"Yes, Toru, I always will. In any lifetime, I would fall in love with you."
Teenage Gojo slightly distances himself out of jealousy, and soon the smoker duo knocks some sense into him and sends him out into the rain.
《Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader》
《Word Count: 2k》
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Chipper birds sing brightly outside to the getle carvings of pencils on papers. The classroom was quiet.
Mr. Yaga gone to do paperwork and other things for this half hour long break. Geto and Shoko dipped for a smoke break, leaving the two of you in this awkwardly comfortable silence.
The room felt large, having two of the three troublemakes gone leaving the last one quiet and focused on some homework. Even he sat at a distance, not too far since Shoko's desk was between you two. Not that it mattered.
He would never love you back.
His glasses rest on the table, books splayed open soaking in sunlight, born with scribbles of physics. He had bragged to Geto that he's takin higher level physics, because he is the strongest afterall.
The silence feels still. Too boring. You call out to him. "Hey." Disrupting this tranquil silence.
The breeze brushes past leaves, caressing the clapping leaves as they all pass for fruitful lives.
No response.
'How rude' you think before trying again. Got nothing to loose and too much time on your hands. You whisper his name with a sing-song ring to the end. "Satoruu~"
He grunts a response.
You sigh, melring into your chair, eyes wandering out the window frames. Truthfully, your friendship has been a strained one. From the start. He used to be really sweet, really.
Used to talk your ear off about his digimon collection, even showing you his collections and showcases! Something he only does to people he trusts and considers them as close friends.
Used to be near you, constantly. In some way, he always bothered you. You could've been showering and hed burst in whining about how he's "Dying from boredom, and you are the only one who can save him!"
Used to follow you around. From classess to your room. From finishing up missions together, he'd follow you to stores and use his six-eyes to predict your next move in rock-paper-scissor. To pay for you, of course. Fair and square.
Sulking onto the table, frown deepening into your once gleeful face. Its strange. He is. Since last week. When he had followed you after an easy day mission to one of your hangouts with a friend. A middle school male classmate of yours who you were catching up with.
Infact, it was a hangout arranged with others, many other girls, but he had arrived first. Possessed by an unknown force, Gojo felt this urge to get between you two. So, he did. Very calmly, he totslly didnt freak out on the dude, drape his arm around your shoulders and glance the other boy up and down from above his dark rimmed glasses.
You introduced him as a friend, current classmate and after a but of small talk the others had arrived and Gojo had bid his farewells.
Your girl friends were fawning over him for a few days afterwards, but that was it.
The doors slammed open, snapping you out of your daydream. The smokers have returned with snacks!
His silky voice purrs his name. "C'mon now Satoru," Geto's voice whispering as he sat down. "Tell her before I do, for you."
Gojo gasps in betrayl, snatching a sweet out the plastic bag. "Hmm, dunno."
"When are ya gonna stop acting like a petulant child?" Shoko bonked his head with his favourite juice bottle, placing onto his table. Soon she sat down, facing you and handing the entire plastic bag of goodies to you.
"Is he still ignoring you?" The queen of subtlety loudly asked. Getting nudged in the back by Gojo.
"Yeah, I think he hates me." You shrug, feeling no shame. So what if he hears? What's he gonna do? Talk to you? He'd rather get cut in half vertically then speak to you, at the moment.
Gojo's eyes go wide in shock, while Geto spares him a knowing look.
Shoko continues. "Right, so how was that reunion thing this weekend?"
"Its was boring. Didn't stay long."
Shoko looked schoked, as if someone had told her another version of the events. Geto had leaned back in his chair, making eye contact with you, to ask "thought you met up with your boyfriend?"
Choking on air, you gasped. Shoko began to chuchkle, opening a bag of crisps. "As if she'd have one that's not—" You stuffed a snack in her mouth. She grinned. She had set you up.
"And who told you that?" You asked Geto, laughing with both of them. While you took a potato chip and ate it.
You both glance at Gojo, who's blushing a shade of guilty red.
Yaga walked into the classroom to continue in with some mathematics. Sneaking in bites, the rest of the day followed as usual.
Yet what you couldn't see were the lovelorn looks Gojo gave you mid class. Sneaking glances at you, shamelessly. At some point during the lesson he had gotten caught by Yaga who only scolded him to pay attention to the class. All that matyered is that you saw and giggled.
He thought to himself. 'Maybe I overreacted.'
The sun has fully set. You were studying in your room. In the afternoon, Gojo had burst into his bestie's room. Flailing on Geto's bed like some fish out of water. While the bed's owner was sitting on the floor, brushing his hair.
"What do I doooooooo"
"Like I told you before, get her apology flowers and say you're sorr—"
He whines at an earpiercing volume. "BUT THATS TOO ROMAANTIC!" Throwing a pillow at Suguru.
Who only sighed in response. Standing up and smothering Satoru with the pillow.
It was well past dinner time. The weather forecast wasn't lying when it said there'd be a downpour this evening. Resting at your desk, you heard a knock at the door. "Yes?" Then banging. "OKAY I'M COMING!!" Sighing, ready to knock someone out.
"GOJO IF YOU DON'T STOP BANGING-oh, Hi Shoko!!" It hurt a little to not see that towering goofball at your door, but Shoko seemed like she really needed your help.
"Hello beautiful," Shoko shimmied her way into your room.
"What do you want."
"Suguru wasnt picking up my calls, can't find either of them actually, and I need someone to go smoke with."
"No. Now, tell me why you're actually here."
"Oh, c'mon" Ruffling your hair. "Figured me out so soon, aren't you a smart girl." she chuckled. Plopping down onto your chair, she twirled a lollypop between her lips. "D'you still hate Satoru?"
"What?"
Her monotone voice replied. "Answer with yes or no, honey." She looked around your desk, memorising the answers you had written.
"Well, I mean I don't hate him, its jus..." You pause for a moment. Finding the words to say it. "I feel like he might've been jealous of that random old classmate of mine and now he's mad at me." Shoko only nods along for you to keep going. "It, I reslly like him and, and I just, fuck, I don't even know anymore."
Unimpressed she highlights "You still like him?"
"Yeah," You flop onto your bed. "I do, I really like him it's unfair. He's apart of some leading clan, strongest ever or whatever and is smart as hell. Why'd he—"
"Oh, you poor fool." She spoke, standing up and laying down beside you, poking st your cheek. "Think logically, smart girl, would an idiot like him think before acting? Yes, he seems like the smsrt type. Yet, he's acting so irrationally these days, y'know what that means?"
"Girl, why are you feeding my delusions." You gently shove her, whining. Making her laugh.
"But, you know what that means right?" You look back at her, ponder, then shake your head no.
She opened her mouth to speak, yet right st that moment her phone began to ring. Groaning, she got up and went to pick it up. "Oh my god, can't they leave me alone for a second?" She gpanced back at you. "I'll go take this call, dear." Hugging you good night before closing the door to your room. "Tell me how it goes~"
How what goes??
Rolling around on your bed, you reach for your phone when all of a fucking sudden there's a knock at the door.
You reluctantly get up, dragging your feet. "SHOKO I AM NOT GOING TO SMOKE WITH YOU—oh, shit." Before you stood the loser boy you fell in love with. His shoulders and hair damp, sniffling. Your eyes had met for a brief moment. Slightly bowing his head he extended, with both hands, a modest bouque.
He began his word vomit. "Uh, uhm I am sorry for...for being so distant this week I, I know it was a misunderstanding—well I know now, hah—I mean I might have overreacted, no I definitely did and I didn't mean to it just, ah." He paused to breathe, stumbling over his words.
"Wait, Satoru-"
"I let my jealosy take over and, and I was afraid you'd already foudn me boring and I felt unsure if you even wanted tk be my friend and I just, I like you and I was afraid you had a boyfriend, like-"
"Toru-"
"-someone you actually lived who wasn't me and it really scared me how much I liked you to the point I felt like distancing myself would lessen the pain but it only hurts more in my chest and I just wanted to apologise."
He was bowing 10° deeper each paragraph of a confession. "GOJO SATORU!" You shook his shoulders very aggressively.
Startling Satoru, he glanced up at you and that's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were glossy behind those glasses, face flushed, even the tips of his ears were redening.
"My government name? Did I mess up?"
"No, I—uhm how do I say this?—where you even paying attention to what you were spouting?" You could feel your cheeks fevereshly heat up.
"Yeah? I was apologising to you for beign distant because of that guy. He made me feel weirdly jealous and—to be transpersnt like Suguru told me—I told you how I truly feel."
"You told me how you truly feel."
"Yeah, why?" He tilted his head.
Grabbing him by the arms, you pull him into your room, closing the door.
"In other words..." You try leading him on to realise, yet the blush on your face makes him come to his senses quicker.
He glances down, recounting everything he had said. You could tell when he had realised, because his face dropped as he made eye contact with you.
His voice, panting, breathless. "I confessed." He couldn't hear you over his own anxious heartbeat.
"and I accept." You blush, not expecting to confess.
"Please don't think I'm weird I, I didn't mean it like...like—WHAT!"
You sigh, hugging him. "For a smartass you sure are slow." Laughing, as he hides his red face behind those large hands of his.
He mumbles out "Wait, no no nononono"
Your heat halted for a moment. "What do you mean no?"
"No, its, just I-uhm" His face was an unrecogniseable shade of red. Eyes darting everywhere but meeting yours. "I wanted to confess properly." He wraps your hands around his apology bouque, still avoiding eye contact. "So, uhm, are you free tomorrow, y'know after school and, and ah." One look at the love of his teenage dreams, you, has him reeling. Loosing his composure, reducing him to a blabbering mess once more.
While the two lovebirds discussed their morrow's confessions, two smokers stood out in the hallways enjoying the petrichor kiss their faces.
Shoko's monotone contrasts the smirk that plays her lips. "I win."
Geto rolls his eyes, handing her another cigarette.
Early spring weather had everyone second guessing their wardrobe. Training had been cancelled due to the downpour outside.
What a shame.
The first thing Megumi feels upon entering his room was the slight breeze brushing past him. The second feeling was a rush of blood to his bashful cheeks.
His monotone voice, softening at the sight of you curled up in his bed. Fully wraped in his blanket. The only way he knew it was you is because of the little tuft of hair that poked out, onto the pillow.
"Why are you in my bed?" Placing his bags to the side.
"To warm it up for you." You groan, rolling over to face the wall. He smiled. Placing some books on his desk before he moved on to change his clothes.
He never liked shsring his personal space with anyone. Yuuji would have to beg to step foot into his dorm, let alone lay on his bed? Megumi would drag him by the foot onto the floor.
He's had a soft spot for you. Everyone knew that, including you. And you took full advantage of it. Testing his boundries, this being one of them.
Out of the 6 months, and weekly life threatening missions, sameday last week was the day he first held your hand. Unprompted. Out of his own free will! Insane right? Maybe because you were slipping on the wet terrain and he caught you—but that's not important.
You were fully expecting to get thrown off the bed by now. Craning your neck around to see what he was doing. However, your eyes just happened to land upon a rather muscular back. Squeaking out a yelp before completely caccooning yourself in his blanket.
Slight blush crept onto his cheeks as he wore his stunning outfit. Black t-shirt and grey sweats. Trudging over, he pulled back the covers revealing a blushy idiot on his bed.
You sit up, sighing. A taste of heaven is more then enough for you. "I accept defeat." Placing both your hands up. Guilty, written all over your face with red.
To you suprise he grumbles a little "No" before grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto the bed. Tucking both of you in, he smiles facing you.
You chuckle. "Well if it isn't Mr.Nonchalan—" Your words are muffled by a plushie's ass smothering your face. He giggled, pulling you closer to his chest after removing that plush.
"Yeah yeah, and Mr.Nonchalant will remove these privalages if you continue bring annoying."
He humms, brushing your hair, lulling you to sleep.
Summary: Training is fine, if it wasn't with the one guy you wanted the most. Yet, he? Would barely care about you, just awkwardly stoic and slightly distant. Almost everyone, but him, knows you love him.
Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Genre: Fluff, one-sided love, foolish Megumi, Silly Gojo, training with the awkward boy, slight injuries, nothing serious, his doggos love you.
Perhaps it was a terrible idea to sleep through an uncanny amount of alarms only to wake up a solid TEN minutes before morning training.
The schedules here were fuckass, students sort of had a clue on what will happen, although much of the activities mattered on the teacher's—*cough cough* Gojo's—mood. On this refined morning, where even the Sin decided to sleep in behind greying blankets of plush, cloud warmth with the silky wind gently fanning his face.
Freshening up as much as you could, more like lamenting and dreading this day's possible events as you brushed your teeth, gazing into your own tored eyes.
It hasn't even been long since you enrolled here, yet the people are suprisingly easy to get along with—I mean, after a few rounds of life-or-death missions—who wouldn't feel close to their comrades? After sharing blood, sweat and intresting insults towards botched faced curses.
At first, they were all pretty intimidating. All except for that pink headed guy who bears odd reseblence to Togepi.
Took a while longer to fully warm up to the rest of them, it was quite the challenge especially with that D1 yapper Mr.Onigiriismywholepersonality upperclassmen.
However, the most challenging individual out of them all was none other than that supposed pretty prodigé.
Leaving your room, to down a quick glass of chilled water before having to deal with everyone. Procrastinating till the very end, not that it would mstter bring a few minutes late anyways, what's the worst that could happen?
Peaking your head over the side, spying on the training grounds to check if anyone was there, although the steady bickering had given that away long before you even had to reach the mere dreadful vicinity of the training grounds—which weren't even bad—you just were not the most athletic person, so obviously one would not be fond of such a sweaty places.
Humming in confirmation to yourself that that beloved teacher isn't there, yet. Ready to tirn on your heel, to walk back into the kitchen for another glass of water, or to grab your phone from your room, although by then you would be terribly late, a certain stern sisterly voice called out to you.
Groaning in defeat, as your legs automatically U-turn and head down the steps to greet the rest. Posture slouched and still rubbing your eyes awake to better see their bullshit in HD quality.
The first to greet you was the overly friendly Itadori Yuuji, without his help you'd still be a reclusive hermit. Tackling you into a hug, as the two of you almost tumbme over fron the sleed of which he ran to hug you.
Then peeling this boy off of you was none other than your shining knight in pearl armour; Kugisaki Nobara. An older sister figure alongside Maki, they doted on you in their own ways. Nobara always dragged you out of your room to socialise, while Maki helped tremendously with your training and physique. She taught you most of the moves you could probably pull off.
Almost obsorbing you into their arguement, slipping out you stood listlessly beside the two, awkwardly positioning yourself next to the king of nonchalance, which is a huge ass fucking LIE, Megumi Fushiguro.
It was the only safe spot truly. Not that he would protect you from the other two or anything, no, nah, not at alll. He's rather awkward, the air is always stiff when the two of you are near each other. It's unbareable.
He always stands so tall, with his head helf high, oddly sharp jaw which goes into contrast with his soft cheeks that one would simply have to resist taking a bite out of. Although that would be impossible, it's like Eve taking the apple. His eyes trail after the rather reckless bodies which were currently having their own pre-spar showdown, throwing words around haphazardly. Such pleasant blue eyes, not as intense as Sensei's, but lulling enough to have you swim for longer than necesssry.
There it is. That deep voice of his. At first, it sounded fake. So fake infact you had asked the others about it and they replied it's just how he is...and yes, that's his real voice. He had muttered a "Good morning" under his breath and shuffled a little further away from you.
To you? It had ways been like that, for the past six? seven? months you had known him he's always been so distant and quick to pull away. Not one to speak to you in group, let alone single settings. He would rather the abyssal silence deafen both of your ears than to ask a simple question or to engage in useless small talk. Never maintaining eye contact. What's worse is he wouldn't even look at you when you speak. Just gazes in the opposite direction, as if anything else could be more intresting than what you have to say.
To him? His life is on the line right now. If he stood statue-esq, still as a tree on a windless day his cover would have blown. It's a miracle how the other teo have yet to figure it out, although he would rather "WITH HIS TREASURE, I SUMMON" than to actually tell his closest friends that the blush that shamelessly spreads across his cheeks are not from the running, or sparring. That when he looses his breath, or words, it's not because he's tired, but because he is distracted. All too caught up in the way his brain slowly processes the way you stare at him.
It has him short-circuit. He is done for.
The last thing he needs is to be put on the same missions as you, or to be in your general space for longer than a minute without an escape route—because trust me when I say—he will combust.
The first few days he was iffy and weirded out by you. Why did you demand this almost foreign feeling from him? He felt worried, yet the more he was able to diagnose his cause, the worse his syptoms became.
Then the beloved teacher spawned out of no-where. He wore casual clothes, ditching that crusty, sweaty blindfold for some crisp vision. "GOOD MORNING CHILDREN!" He beamed, appearing right behind Fushiguro, who seemed to have been dozing off. Scaring his own son a little in the morning.
"GOOD MORNING, GOJO SENSEI!" Only one person had the mental capacity to match this beaming teacher's morning energy. Pretty sure they both had less than three hours of sleep, collectively.
The rest of us groaned a greeting with a pleasant smile. He stood next to the pretty guy, so of course he was in your line of sight. Not your fault that while muting out whatever Gojo sensei was saying, observing the boy infront of you.
If only you noticed that someone else seemed to have taken note of this one-sided affair.
Clapping his hands, the teacher announced. "Alright kids, now as for your morning training you will have to spar with the person I assign you too!" He grinned, heavily emphasizing that I.
Meguni felt this growing dread blooming in his chest. Huffing to himself, already aware that his fate has been sealed.
Gojo did a beautiful pirouette pointing both hands to Yuuji's direction, who was jumling and popping off the ground. Then, his hands panned from the kid who's probably high on some drug to...
Megumi's heart dropped, Nobara chuckled and the next you felt was the ground swallowing you whole with an extra added weight burying you.
While you lay, pushing and bickering with Yuuji on the ground, Gojo and Nobara shared a knowing look then glanced towards Fushiguro. Who seemed awfully stiff, jaw clenched and eyes spilling more emotion than normal.
Walking up to him, Nobara patted gis shoulder. "Don't worry, bro, I feel ya."
He shot her a rather confused look. To which she remarked. "Oh, shut up-"
"I haven't even said anything."
"Doesn't matter. I wanted to be paired with heeerrrr." She whined. An oscar winning actress.
Meanwhile, Yuuji pushed himself off of you, offering a hand to help you up. Glaring him down. Standing up on your own and crossing your arms had him shaking your shoulders, apologies spilling from his mouth, until he promised something he would inevitably regret later.
Now his shoulders slouched, as he stood a few feet away, facing you. "No, wait! I take that back-"
"No take backs! You PROMISED that you'll sing and dance to any song I choose." You stood triumphantly, hands on your hips, grinning at his forseen demise.
All the while Yuuji groaned, long and drawn out in a drained sing song voice. "There goes my dignityyy~" Then the teacher clapped again, commencing the training session.
After an hour of getting your ass handed to you by Yuuji, who just giggled everytime you threw an insult at him. "WHAT THE HELL-" He shrieked.
Oh, how the turns have tabled. You chased him down. Tackling him onto the ground and perching yourself onto his back. Now it was your body weight burying him face first into
the dirt.
"Oh, c'mooonnn! I'm dying down here! You're kinda heav-AH! M'SORRY" Yuuji screamed, begging for his life after you slapped his ass really hard.
"Aww, what's that? Can't hear you." You chuckled, feeling content with this session. Between the two of you, it was obvious that Yuuji was stronger physically with his freakish inhumae strength, yet he always held a soft spot training with you. Not with Nobara or Maki though, he won't ever admit it, but he's scared to shit from them. He's afraid of you too, just can't help being nicer. He sees you like a younger sister, someone to protect. Unlike Maki and Nobara, who are strictly older sisters.
Now, by routine there would be a thrity minute break then partner swap. Chugging some water and doing streches with Nobara, while arguing with Yuuji in the shade is a comforting dream.
Yuuji, sparked up. "OH! Speaking of breakfasts," he giggled devilishly, nudging Megumi's side. "Me and Fushiguro, here, were discussing what I should eat this morning and he said that I should eat some of that blue box cereal-"
Pondering out loud, you muttered. "Blue boxed cereal...Wait, isn't that Nobara's favourite-"
She lunged at him, pulling his left ear. "SO, YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY CEREAL'S BEEN FINISHING QUICKER, HUH?" She reprimanded, veins popping.
"WHAT? ME?" He pitched his voice higher, clearly offended by this accusation. Soon, that defense dissolved unto whining. "I literally tried it todaaayyyy, it was Fushiguro who reccomended it to me!"
She sent a glare his way, to which Fushiguro raised both hands feigning innocence. "Before you rip my ears off, it wasn't me." His smoother voice was laced with an underlying of mischief. Then, he pointed his left index towards you. "Saw her on multiple occasions, though."
Your heart rate increased by an unnatural speed when he loomed at you with that mean look swirling in his eyes. 'Why's he doing this?' You thought, as blush brushed upon the plump of your cheeks as you sheepishly smile at Nobara.
Trying your best to play it off by adopting a sarcastic tone. "Oh no~ The scheme's up." Extending your hands towards Nobara, wrists facing up ready to be cuffed.
She turned to look you up and down before concluding to lay onto your lap. "She can, you two can't-"
"THAT'S UNFAAIRR!"
"Oh, shut it you whiny baby. You're just jealous of me, Itadori. I have won the favour of our Queen Nobara."
"She's right."
"Oh c'moonn, not you too Fushiguro!"
"Since you kids seem to be getting along so well, time for round 2! However, it'll be boring if we just throw some fists around, so how about this? There'll be two teams so~ Nobara and Megumi are the hunters, or seekers I guess, and you two will be the prey." Mr.crustyblindfold spawned out of no where, like a sudden announcement.
He ruffled my hair and handed me a slip of paper. Then he walked over to Yuuji and handed him a slip of paper. Although it looked more like a talisman of sorts, imbued with cursed energy. "Hunters have to destroy the paper slip before the end of round one, which will last an hour. You kids have the whole of jujutsu tech to run around in. Prey have a head start of one minute..." Drawing his voice out, he checked the time and the phone flashed 9.30AM. "Timer starts NOW!"
Your steps faltered, watching Yuuji take off you made booked it. Sprinting after him, although you had started with a delay, somehow you have surpassed him to the point that you have no fucking clue where you are. The woods surrounding this school aren't nightmare-ish, just dense.
Deciding that you've run enough, it was time to rest up. Too tired to climb a tree, you decided it was best to just hide behind a thick trunk of wood in some bushes and wait it out. The aim was to last an hour, there's still time right? Besides, it felt like you'd been running for atleast five minutes, so a little rest wouldn't hurt.
Crouching down, you made sure to be well hidden. Feeling your pockets for your phone to check the time. "Fuck, it's in charging." Groaning, you rolled your eyes and slumped against this hunk of wood. Muttering to yourself, since a yapper never rests. "They'll probably agree on sending Nobara after me anyways...heh, she'd have a hard-time finding me." You dozed off.
Thirty minutes ago, Gojo had let the hunters free shortly after the two of you. "Alright, Fushiguro, here's the plan: I'll go after Yuuji, since she'd probably expect me to go and look for her, so strategically it would be great to have the element of surprise." Nobara pitched the idea as the two were jogging into the woods.
"Alright, but, uh..."
"Something wrong?"
"I, uh...no, not really. He didn't say anything about not using our cursed techniques, right? I'll have the demon dogs search with us." The two dogs emerged from the shadows and ran off in roughly the same, straight direction.
"Right! Ha, this'll be easy."
The two jog in some more awkward silence. Mainly both were scanning the area around for any trace of clue pointing to a certain direction.
Nobara thought the timing would be right. "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you, why are you so cold with her? Well, not exactly cold—don't give me that look—more like distant? You like her or something?"
The answer he had prepared as rebuttal sank deep back into his throat. Suddenly, he felt naked, embarresment creeping up his neck.
His silence was enough an answer.
"Hmm, some advice on how to win her over, talk to her and behave like you want her, but not in a creepy way."
He just stared at her in disbelief. Did she think he was an alien or someone that's never been inlove before? "It's not my first time, y'know? I've seen enough examples in movies, documentaries and stuff."
In full earnesty, she gawked. "Really? You?" Laughing, before noticing that the black dog headed left, while the white one seemed to have dissapeared into some bushes.
The two hunters parted ways.
Trailing after his divine dog, mind wandering to that enchanting smile that graced those, slightly dry, plush lips. Such lively joy in your eyes, your voice was a dangerous weapon to his solidarity. What bothered him lots, was how he wasn't the one to make you smile or laugh.
He never could.
Anytime he would try to start a conversation or just simply greet you his voice would crack and the scentences would die mid talking.
He hated it.
Hated how incapable he was.
He wanted to jump onto you and embrace you like that. To practise training and spar with you for an hour would be a blessing.
Gojo sensei had sent the two of you on missions before, but each time you would talk to him, all he could muster were short answers. Because Megumi knew himself enough to not give away his dignity. Make a fool out of himself, by stammering at the mere mention of his name through hour lips.
He could barely make eye contact with you because Megumi knew that you would see just how much he yearns for your love.
Yet he feels so sour when Yuuji ends up being the one to make you laugh. Goofs off with you, gets tk talk to you without stammering or getting shy.
Why isn't Yuuji affevted by yoir sheer besuty?
Megumi would never understand amd doesnt want Yuuji to ever understand the idea of being yoir boyfriend.
That was Megumi's dekusion, and his alone.
An odd stirring of leaves and breathing could be heard from beside.
You felt a cold tip nudging into your cheek, stirring you awake. Ready to scream, your fight of flight response kicking in jumping up from out of the bushes, only to catch a glimpse of the creature that woke you up. It was one of Fushiguro's shikigami.
Leaning a little forward to observe the wolf? a bit more. Watching as it approaches you, licks your hand and circles around your feet happily.
A childish, giddy joy bubbled within your heart...until the bubbles popped as you heard footsteps approaching. You cursed yourself out internally. 'Nobara? No...if the shikigami are here then that means...fuck.'
Ready to break into another sprint, it was as if the puppy had read your mind it halted your movements, slowing you down. That smart doggo was swirling between your legs and circling you too many times, worrying you about stepping on its paw.
The footsteps drew nearer and nearer and you were ready to accept fate as is, until an idea sparked. 'What if I attack first?' Waiting for the right moment of him nearing you.
You threw a jab at him, which he dodged with ease. He threw punches and tried kicking you just as many times as you kicked him. Everytime he stepped closer you took three steps back.
After one successful dodge, your shoe got stuck on a protruding root, causing you to fall onto your back banging your head against the ground and accidentally scraping your hand against some really harsh terrain which made them hurt and bruised.
Megumi sat himself down onto your thighs, to restrict movement. Leaning himself forward he extended a hand, palm facing up.
His face had redened insanely. He pointed his index up first. "We can take this the easy way," blush crept onto his cheeks. "or the hard way."
"Try me." You smirked, leaning in closer to him, while gripping that paper in your hands. He scooched further up your body, freeing your legs. Now he wasn't using your body like some cushion.
He simply leaned in so close you could feel his breath fanning your face. He tickled you a little on the sides, which was enough to let go of your hands as upright supports, allowing him to push you into the ground, hands pinned above your head. "You love playing with me, don'tcha?" Megumi whispered.
You were stunned beyond belief. Was this really the Fushiguro you knew? Stammering a confused. "W-What?" The air felt so warm all of a sudden.
"I-uhm, fuck, erm...could you give me the paper, please?"
"This slip? No." You smiled at his bashful face, even on top of you, he looked graceful. His voice was so soft you would squish his cheeks.
He freed one of his own hands, holding you down with his left, while poking around inside your little fist with his right. "C'mon~ open up."
"Were you always this talkative?" The silence felt odd.
"Yeah"
"Why do you always avoid me?"
This question caught him off guard, glancing down at your adoring face he felt himself shrink, his dignity shrivel up into a paper ball to be thrown into the trash. "I..."
Taking this as the perfect opportunity, you swiftly wrapped you legs around his waist and tumbled to the side.
He let out a gasp, watching you sit on top of him, positioning yourself on his lap.
He sat up.
Finally freeing you hands, you were about to get up, until you felt his arms hold onto your waist. It was a soft grab, a caress, nothing forceful and harsh, he just held onto you
It would be a lie if he said he was fine.
A lie if his heart wasn't about to combust on site.
A lie, if he said that he didn't want to kiss you, hold your cheeks dearly, wake up in your embrace, and lull you to sleep.
He has dreamed of such impossibilities since the day he learned of your name. He's been taking literal notes about your interests, your habits, things you want in a partner, everything.
"Fuuckkk, I don't know what's wrong with me these days, I just know that you're the cause."
"...so you think I'm your problem?" Serving a judgmental side-eye.
"Pretty much." His blue eyes bore into your soul with an underlying yearnful look that had you weak in the knees.
"Elaborate, would you?"
"Huh? Sure, i mean uhm..." He wondered, for a bit, on whether he should or not, but at this point he is desperate and whipped. "I feel extra warm and bothered on the inside, makes me feel jealous of the most random shit and you're like a mind infection."
You giggle, tilting your head to question him. He was blushing hard. "Mind infection? Hm, I guess you're also a mind infection to me. All I can think about is you and what I could talk to you about that wouldn't bore you, what your preferences are and stuff."
"Well..."Fushiguro got flustered. Gasping from shock, you teased him. He hid his bashful face in the crook of your neck, embracing. "I like listening to rock and reading non-fiction."
"Oh, I like reading, too! And besides, I love listening to you talk about those stupid games and nerdy stuff you read. You could never bore me, for all I care, you can talk about those silly idols and I would still listen."
You sat there, amazed at his beautiful voice. "This is probably the most you've ever spoken to me! Wow, you're finally being kind again."
"Damn it, m'sorry if I've been a douchebag. I have a hard tine trying to express myself and you are quite the threat to my mind and heart."
"I can tell, it's alright. I'm not good at it either." With the paper in your left hand, caressing his face with your right.
Megumi started gently kissing the skin of your neck, occasionally slipping a few praises and softly exhaling.
A distraction tactic.
As he slid his long, slender fingers into your fisted right hand, prying them apart and tearing that piece of paper with a little bit of force.
You gasped in shock as he smiled against your neck, lifting his head up leaning in so close that the tip of your noses touch.
"I win. You loose."
"Back to short sentences, are we?-Ow! My hands hurt because of you."
"I'll take you to Shoko-san then. First, get off of me."
"Yeah, I would, if you'd let go of me first."
He gasped a little 'oh' and murmured an "Ah, oopsie~" before letting you get up to pet his divine dog. He stood up and leisurely started walking back towards the school, hands in his pockets, with you in tow.
After a few minutes of peaceful quiet walking it finally fucking clicked for you.
"Holy shit, did we just confess?"
"I guess, yeah...I don't know if I wanna know your answer yet."You felt your heart shatter a bit. "How about we get to know each other first, hm?" He continued reasoning. Hearing the footsteps gallop behind him, he turned to face you. "Then again, I'll probably still be too busy being enamoured by you, so you shouldn't worry much." He pinched your cheek and walked off, leaving you in a whirlwind of confused emotions.
After a tough mission, the two of you were waiting at the bus stop when the rain began to pour.
As good-looking as he is, you never got along with him. He pissed you off and was a jackass towards you, which shocked his other friends to no end.
If they put the two of you together, best believe an argument would ensue. By all accounts, some name calling, out smarting and snide remarks.
He always teased you, instigated fights, and led you through his honey trap. Then, he would act reasonable and self-aware when a teacher called you two out.
Suguru loved pissing you off.
You hated his pretty face.
But deep down, staring at his cocky eyes with looming hatred for a few minutes every day, getting lost in his silky voice. Sometimes his insults slip over your head, when you hear him speak.
He's caught you blushing during heatesd disputes where he approached you way too closely, invading your personal bubble and tilting your chin up to look him in the eye.
He's so kind and proper with women, yet something about you just pisses him off.
So, when the teacher forced the two of you to commit to a ceasefire or truce to whatever this interpersonal war is for a rather important misson.
Reported A and, or special grade curses lay in that area. Yet, when you guys got there the special grade was gone, with only traces and residules.
After that terrible battle Ijichi came to pick you two up, rather worried at the unusual silence. He had been so used to the arguements, even as a chauffer he was bystander and witness to such horrid conversations.
The second you two had gotten into the car, it was odd. Not a snide remark or judgemental pissed off face. Nothing of that sort, instead he saw the rather mean side of Geto turn soft at your yawnijg figure.
The seat in the middle would typically be empty, yet now he sat in the centre, sharing his wired earphones with you.
Ijichi didn't say anything. But, oh will all the teachers be glad to hear of this gossip.
Truth is, during the fight he actually got to know you. On a deep level, those sweat and blood conversations hit different. Your views on life and humanity aligned pretty well.
Humans are shit.
Non-sorceres are worse. They are trily pathetic.
Although there were many points where you two disagreed. He had brought the topic up.
"Can two people who hate each other ever get along? People with opposing opinions, but similar lifestyles?"
He still remembers that pondering look on your bloodied face. He would have kissed your pursed lips. Adorable eyes encompassing the world with such beauty while beheading the most horrid of beasts. He responds your firm voice. "Yeah, if they communicate well and are patient with each other, I believe they can."
You told him what he wanted to hear. What he needed. You jad also said something after getting throw about by some curse he killed. Along the lines of: "Why should children, like us, have to fight such hard battles?" that though was quickly followed up by "Why should children suffer in general?"
After that, he knew he would get along with you very well.
Watching you doze off on the car ride home, to the dorms. He wondered what to do, what to tell Shoko or Satoru about his sudden change of heart. The two would shoot through the roof from happiness. They've been aware of his crush on you before he even realised he liked you.
Feeling a weight on his left shoulder, he turned his head to watch you be fast asleep by his side, body slouched against his. His head rested on his shoulder. Feeling a certain warmth creep onto him, he turned away from your face.
Changing the song blasting through your earphones to a much calmer symphony. Perhaps a playlist of Chopin.
You wouldn't know, being dead asleep, the piece he played. While sneaking glances at your peaceful face, he slowly slides his finger in between yours, interlocking them in place.
Summary: Preparing for a destress sleepover with Satoru, because your other two dear friends got called away, leaving you to babysit this man-child, and it accidentally led both of you somewhere where your hearts and deep desires would only guide.
Pairings: Student Gojo Satoru x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Fluff, bratty Gojo, kissing, flirting, just really cute moments with him because I need to heal after whatever the fuck those chapters were, silly shoko, geto
Satoru HATED how cute you were with everyone. Not the typical cute, like the ones in anime he's seen and manga he's read before. You are menacing. Terrible. Detrimental to his ENTIRE existence.
Yeah, maybe he's the strongest against CURSES, that is, not you.
Nothing could have prepared him to meet the devil incarnate.
Not even special grades are this atrocious.
"Oi, Satoru~" His best friend's rusted voice, from all the smoking, spoke up from behind him. He turned to face Shoko, only looking at her. Ignoring the presence beside her. "Stop sulking and take her to the konbini."
"Yeah, she won that stupid bet you made, so please her, you big baby." Geto remarked from beside him. Then, the silky voice glanced over at Shoko, the two share a very obviously dubious knowing look.
Noticing that they're clearly up to no good. You spoke up, worried that they'll desert you with this albino freak. "You guys better not leave-"
"Sorry! Yaga called us to do the report~" Geto chimed, patting your shoulder as Shoko hugged you goodbye.
Gojo was throwing a tantrum, of course. The two laughed as they left, walking to the bus stop, leaving you to deal with him. Looking over your shoulder to realise that the motherfucker was gone.
You sigh, cussing him out. "That bitch, SATORU-!" Looking left and right, before you feel a presence behind you. Ready to lunge at this whoever, he hugs you from behind.
"Can't leave you alone for a second now, can I?"
"Where the hell were you? Oh, what's that-? Did you steal kikufuku again?" You laughed. Feeling his arms around you tighten, before one slithers out, and an offering appears before your eyes. Stealing the sweet from his grasp triumphantly.
He whined. "Heeey~ I was gonna eat that!"
"Too bad~" You hummed, looking around, you found a cute convenience store to walk into. Dragging him by the hand. "You shouldn't have placed that bet if you knew you were going to lose, idiot."
Sulking, the pale boy muttered. "Yeah, no shit. Thought I was gonna win."
Dragging him isle through isle, adding more snacks into your basket, discussing whether which ones to buy. One each for the other two, then Gojo added a heap of sweets into the mix. After taking almost an hour in there, he teleported the two of you to his dorm, dizzying the crap out of you and scaring the fuck out of the cashier. Poor guy must think he's hallucinating.
You crashed onto his bed, star-fishing onto it as he places the snacks onto the ground and puts cushions for the two of you to sit on. Then he goes to his wardrobe, throws one of his hoodies at you, while he went to go change in the bathroom. You put it one, taking your uniform off.
After taking your pants off, you realsie he did not give you your pajama trousers. "Shit, he didn't give me my trousers." Taking the courtesy to walk over and fish through his clothes to find your section.
The number of times the four of you had sleepovers is uncountable, so you opted to just leave some clothes in each other's wardrobes to lessen the hassle. He came out wearing a lethal black draping t-shirt with grey sweatpants. Walking over to his table to pull out an Uno card deck.
"Alright, pretty girl, I've got a game idea."
"I can see that."
"Uh, no." He glanced at your ethereal face over his black rimmed glasses. Savoring the moment, before reluctantly tearing his eyes away to continue his great idea. "We play short intervals of Uno." His veiny hand, slender fingers held the cards effortlessly. With the flick of his wrist, he elegantly walked over to the plastic bag of snacks and sat on a cushion. "C'mere," he motioned for you to sit on the cushion parallel to his. "And the loser has to eat a snack of the winner's choice." He grinned. Adorning a smug expression, you shift to find a comfortable position to start the saga of games. "Why do you do this to yourself?"
The two of you played for few rounds. Satoru probably gave you diabetes by the end of round four and this boy was red and dying from the sour and spicy snacks you fed him. By the end of round five, he was dying on the ground like some stepped on cockroach, with his face scrunched up, tongue out with a sour expression, eyes glaring you down. You're probably on his hitlist now.
For the final round, Gojo was sweating balls, slamming an uno reverse down yelling uno, skipping your turn and then he placed his final card down.
A blue plus four card.
"HAH! I WIN THIS ROUND!" He triumphantly yelled, hands up in the air in victory. Swiftly turning to find the sweetest, most diabetic looking piece of sweet candy. Cheshire grin cursing his blessed beautiful face. He leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand as he closed in on you. Crawling towards you, sitting right before you, cupping you cheeks to pull you closer to him.
"Aww, want me to kiss you? You'd cause me diabetes, pretty boy." You joked, laughing at his attempts of revenge. Stunned by your flirtatious behaviour, he sat stunned for a moment, allowing you to crawl onto his lap slipping the candy from between his fingers. Slowly, unwrapping it.
Gojo hid his reddened face behind his pale hands. Peaking through his slender fingers at your beautiful face. Blushing even harder at the way you maintained hard eye contact with him. Just as you were about pop the candy into your mouth, your phone's screen flashed lighting up. Crawling off of his lap, to check your phone to see that it was Shoko calling.
Now, he was back to sulking Satoru. Mumbling something along the lines of "Shoko you god-sent cockblock."
Placing the candy into your mouth, you cut the call, glancing back at Satoru to see his arms crossed. Just as you were about to address him, the sweetness kicked in, having an uncomfortable reaction in your mouth. "What's wrong baby girl-OW! Fuck, this shit's so sweet!" Feeling your jaw clench, making a sour face.
He leaned back onto the wall behind him. Arms still crossed, sky blue eyes drowning behind black rimmed glasses. His ears burning up with a peachy colour, he remarked under his breath. "Hmph, my lips are sweeter." Clearly, he meant for you to hear it.
Eyes wide with shock, you laugh. "Excuse me, young lad-WHAT did you say?" He glanced over, eyes scanning you up and down with a knowing look of 'I said what I said, I know you heard me.'
"Heh, can I taste it then? Shouldn't that be my ultimate punishment? Afterall...I did loose the final round~" You sensually retort. This is Satoru's weakness. He is very flirtatious with you, yet the second you attempt to flirt back his brain short-curcuits, becoming a blushing bashful mess. Example? Right now.
"Oh my god, you're unbearable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, extending his muscular loving arms.
"Can't seem to get enough, can you?"
"Absolutely not, c'mere." He begged making grabby hands.
"Fine." You gave in after much contemplation on his pathetically pleasing face. Climbing onto his lap, you straddle him as his hands automatically reach around your waist, bringing you closer to him. The candy long dissolved into your mouth, the glucose probably swimming towards your mitochondria to be used for energy later. Leaning in closer to him, sneaking a hand through the crook of his neck to the back of his head, gripping his hair. You could feel the heat radiating off his face, his glasses slipping to the tip of his nose, baring his bold, bright eyes naked for you to drown in. Seeing as you've stopped functioning, he quickly slipped his glasses off and sweeping in close to your lips, almost grazing each other.
He whispered. "May I?"
You kissed him. Then you kissed him again. Many times, all over his face, circling back down to his lips for another chaste peck, before stating curtly: "Huh, you are sweeter than that disgustingly sweet candy." He traced a thumb over his lips before diving back to kiss you again.
This went on until Shoko and Geto barged into room, screaming to their horror and whipping out their phones to record.
