Gojo waking up to his wife (you) screaming for his help. Turns out it was because of a bug.
Husband!Gojo, Geto mentioned at the end, fluff, pure silliness, wholesome, just cutesy in general.
a/n: Wrote this because i found a creepy crawlie in my bathroom. Unfortunately it’s still there ; ;
Gojo heard a scream that shot straight through his dreams like a bullet. His eyes flew open, heart jolting, and he sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. Ignoring the heaviness in his limbs and the faint dizziness from being ripped out of sleep, he immediately followed the direction of the scream.
He sprinted down the hallway, fully expecting a curse to be lurking around the corner. By the time he skidded into the kitchen, his brain had already gone through several possibilities in rapid panic: a curse attack, a burglar, maybe you accidentally broke one of your favorite mugs again, which honestly was equally terrifying.
But it was none of those things.
It was something far worse.
A damn cockroach sprinting around the kitchen floor like it owned the place.
Gojo froze. Not because he was scared. No, never that. It was just that the sight in front of him was too priceless. You were standing on the kitchen counter, barefoot, shaking like a leaf, holding a spatula above your head like it was a legendary weapon forged to slay evil. Your face was twisted in pure horror, and you stared at him like he was your only hope of survival.
“Babe, what happened?! Do I need to use Hollow Purple for this?!” he shouted, still half-prepared for danger.
You pointed the spatula at the floor with the intensity of someone pointing a gun. “Toru! You’re just in time! Turn that damn cockroach into dust, please!”
He blinked at you, then at the bug. “Do not be dramatic. It is not going to eat you alive, silly.”
“I know that,” you snapped, voice trembling, “but it is disgusting as hell! Just kill it already!”
Gojo sighed, but he was smiling. Of course he was. He pushed up his sleeves like he was about to engage in a real battle and chased after the skittering pest. The cockroach darted left, then right, faster than he expected. Just when he cornered it, the menace decided to evolve.
It lifted its cursed wings and flew.
Gojo jumped back so fast he hit the fridge. “What the fuck?! Holy shit!” His voice cracked as he scrambled backward.
You stared at him in outrage. “What are you doing?! You literally have Infinity! That thing will not even touch you!”
He pointed at the roach mid-flight like it was a demon. “I don’t care! That is disgusting and scary as hell!”
At that point, the two of you were both standing on the kitchen counter, hugging your knees like helpless victims in a horror movie while the cockroach buzzed around like it was mocking you.
Gojo pulled out his phone with a shaky hand and dialed the only person who had the patience for both of you.
“Geto. Please. Help. There is a situation.”
And that is how Suguru ended up walking into your kitchen at six in the morning, armed with a slipper and questioning his existence, as usual.
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You thought you wouldn’t get such sweet and intimate aftercare from your roommate, Sukuna, but oh honey how you were very much wrong.
Wrinkled bedsheets, pillows on the floor, the lingering smell of passion and desire, messy hair, the sound of heavy breaths, and his playlist still playing in the background.
You couldn’t believe it, your roommate has almost fucked the soul out of your body. How many rounds did you two take? Two, three, four? Shit, you couldn’t count anymore. How can you even count when you can’t even think well anymore?
Thought what he said about fucking you until you can’t think about anything else anymore was a joke? Fuck no, he was serious, and you underestimated him.
Now you’re stuck in bed, body so fucking sore that you couldn’t move without your muscles aching.
That’s when you realized, where did Sukuna go? Did he leave you alone to deal with the soreness alone?
“Fucking jerk, knew he was a playb—“ You got interrupted as the door opened, revealing a nonchalant Sukuna with a face so casual like he didn’t turn your limbs into jelly!
“What’s with that look on your face, woman? Thought I’d leave you to deal with this?” He said, reaching out for the water jug and poured a glass of water for you.
You didn’t answer, instead, you took the glass of water and chugged the whole glass down. It made him amused by the sight.
“You’re like a feisty cat who’s been provoked.” He smirked, pouring another glass of water and handing it to you. “Here, drink up, you must be dehydrated after getting all creampied inside.”
You spat out your drink after he finished that sentence, why did he have to mention that right now?!
You shot a glare at him, “Of course I’m dehydrated, I nearly blacked out due to your soul crushing thrusts!”
He chuckled, then he suddenly stood up and swiftly held you in his arm. Yes not plural form, he was holding you using just one arm.
“Gah! Let me go! I’m filthy and sweaty and—“
“That’s why I’m taking you to the bathroom to give you a bath, woman.”
You tried to protest, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but you know him, he wouldn’t even budge.
“I’m gonna take care of you tonight, and that’s final. Got it?” He turned on the water, making sure it was the right temperature that you prefer.
“Ugh fine then..”
“That’s my favorite girl.” He kissed you on the forehead, lathering the shampoo in his hands as he started to massage your scalp.
God Sukuna can be such a brute, but when it comes to you, he’s a complete softie, it’s unbelievable.
Sukuna swore that he would never EVER have children as he sees them as annoying little crybabies, yet here he is, trying to get his daughter to eat a spoon of baby food.
He tried so many methods, not a single one worked, not even the ‘here comes the airplane’ method. He got so frustrated, why won’t this little brat just take a bite? He swear he was growing white hairs from stress at this point.
And then, you came back from grocery shopping. You looked around for Sukuna, and once you saw him, it was chaos all around. Baby food everywhere, spilled water, a stressed Sukuna, and your little girl sitting on her high chair, giggling at him, almost like she’s making fun of him.
“You little brat—you think you could get away with this? Tch, bet you’d do the same to your mother.” He said as you approached the two, a smirk on your face as you were amused by his stressed expression.
“What’s wrong, kuna? Can’t even convince our little girl to eat her food?”
“Tch, like you can do better, bet she’d throw a tantrum at you like she did to me.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossed his arms.
You took the baby food and spoon from his hands, scooping a fair amount of baby food and bringing it to your daughter’s lips, Sukuna expected for her to throw the spoon away from your hand, but instead, she ate it!
“No fucking way..you’re just lucky..Give me the fucking baby food..” He snatched the jar away from you, attempting to feed her once again, but nope! She did take it, but immediately spit it everywhere! Especially against his face.
You laughed at what you say, dying out of laughter as you saw your husband’s face, all covered in baby food and spit.
“Ahahaha! Look at you—! Jeez I’m gonna grow a six pack if I keep laughing like this!”
Sukuna stayed quiet, wiping his face with a towel before facing you, he looks like he was planning something.
He scooped you two up easily, one arm carrying you with no problem, while your daughter was in the other arm. “You damn brats, always the fucking cause for my white and grey hairs..”
Sukuna then carried the two of you to the bedroom, placing the both of you on the bed, daughter in the middle while you’re at the left side of the bed, his body big enough to cuddle the both of you.
Even though he sounded angry and pissed off, he still loved the both of you, and nothing else was gonna change that, even if the two of you were gonna be the death of him.
a/n: omgggg i love dad!kuna AU so much 🤭 He’s so girl dad coded to be honest, and he really loves his wifey and daughter no matter if it kills him xD Sukuna and his daughter have beef with each other i swear
Getting your little girl’s ears pierced while your Husband!Sukuna sits there as he holds her.
content: fluff, dad!kuna, “If you cry then I cry inside too” ahh Sukuna
Your little baby girl has officially reached 8 months old! You’ve been thinking about getting her ears pierced, but your plan wasn’t approved by Sukuna.
“Oh please, the pain only lasts for 5 seconds or so!” You said, showing videos of babies getting their ears pierced, and they went calm after a few seconds or a minute.
“So? You think I’d let my daughter go through such pain?” He crossed his arms.
“Please let me pierce her ears! You have earrings as well, I’m sure you don’t even remember the pain anymore!”
“Of course, I have higher pain tolerance, but she doesn’t.”
You took your one last plan to convince him, showing the puppy eyes that both annoy and make him weak. “Pretty please, please, please?”
“Ugh fine, but you better make sure she gets pierced by a professional! Damn humans just use tools without sanitizing them.”
“On it!”
———————
So here you were, sitting beside your husband as he holds his daughter in his arms. She was so adorable, babbling about nonsense as she plays with the plushie Shoko got her.
“Wife, are you absolute fucking sure you want this?”
“Yes kuna, it’s my final decision. Besides, I can’t cancel the appointment anymore even if I wanted to.”
He sighed, shaking his head as he pats your daughter’s head. “Whatever, this better be quick.”
Just in time, the nurse came in, holding some disinfectants and tools. “Nice to meet you two, I am Alisha and I’m gonna be the one to pierce your daughter’s ears.”
She then looked at your daughter, and Immediately melted from how cute she is. “Oh my gosh! Aw she’s so cute! Just look at her—“
“Don’t let your filthy hands touch her.”
“Kuna! Don’t make a scene! Oh, I’m so sorry for that. My husband is just a bit nervous! Right?” You put up a friendly smile, holding his hand.
“Tsk..”
“RIGHT?!” You repeated, crushing his hand with unbelievable strength.
“Ah fuck! That fucking hurts! Yeah, yeah, you’re right! Bitch..”
“What did you say to me?”
“….Nothing..”
“Good! Now let’s get her ears pierced so it would be quic—huh? Where did the nurse go?” You looked around, but she wasn’t there anymore. You looked at your messages, and saw her message.
“Appointment cancelled for today! I uhm..I’m not feeling well! Please come back on Monday! Without..your husband..I beg of you..”
You sighed, shaking your head as you stood up. “You scared her away! What did I tell you about making a scene and scary people away!”
Right now, you seemed pissed off because the appointment was cancelled because of him, but in the inside, it kinda amused you.
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Your husband Nanami, who gets hard whenever you lick something.
Whether it’s licking the ice cream dripping down your cone, or when you lick the envelope to close it, he gets hard and I mean SUPER hard.
He can’t control it, can’t control his thoughts, his dirty little thoughts that makes him wanna punch himself for thinking such lewd things for a perfectly normal action.
He tries to control himself, but when he sees your pretty pink tongue lick the icing to taste it, his cock was already aching in his poor poor trousers.
If only you knew how hard it was to control, and he didn’t wanna tell you since he thought you might’ve found it weird—but in the end, you laughed at him for that.
When he finally told you after 10 boners or more, you found it silly. “Oh Ken, you should’ve told me that it was making you lose your sanity. I would’ve helped you.”
He blushed, looking away while trying to avoid eye contact with you. “I know I could’ve told you, but I thought you would find it weird and call me a pervert..”
“Oh honey I could never..say..maybe it’s time we take care of that tongue licking kink of yours.” You winked, a sly smile on your face.
He swore his cock twitched just by that wink, he even thought he heard the wrong thing, but when it was confirmed, belt on the floor, and the sound of his trousers zipping down.
A/N: sorry it was very short!! I’m really tired and i’ve been recently going back to my studies. Hope you enjoyed this hehe ^^
ᯓ✦∘˙ Pairings: Babysitter!Reader x Unc!Kuna (Reader x Childhoodfriend!Jin in the beginning)
ᯓ✦∘˙ Summary: You met a boy your age back then, you helped him when he grazed his knee And now? You two were the bestest of friends. Until a girl appeared in his life, the one you introduced to him. you two ended your friendship because of that. You were broke after university and needed money to pay rent, now that same boy called you to babysit his son. And you didn’t know there’s another man inside the house who was his uncle. Somehow, you can’t keep your eyes off the man.
ᯓ✦∘˙ Warnings: MDNI, Reader x Jin Itadori in the beginning, angst, swearing, strangers to lovers, Sukuna is a bitch to you, slowburn, Yuji is a sweetheart here, swearing, smut (in later chapters), heartbroken, Reader still can’t get over Jin, it’s complicated in here
ᯓ✦∘˙ Author’s note: Chapter one is out now! Hehe, enjoy lovelies <3 likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated 🥹💗
Chapter one:
As a kid, you always visited the same old playground tucked away at the edge of your neighborhood. The paint on the swings has chipped away, the slide was faded and scratched, and the metal bars creaked every time you climbed on them. People said it had been there even before your grandparents were born. No one really knew why it was never torn down, but to you, it felt eternal.
No matter how old or worn it became, you went there every single day. After school, during weekends, on holidays, even when the sky threatened rain or the sun burned too hot. Sometimes your mother scolded you for choosing the playground over your homework, but you always promised you would do it later. The playground was your escape, your safe place, the one thing that stayed the same when everything else felt too big.
One afternoon, you arrived like you always did, your backpack bouncing against your shoulders as you crossed the uneven grass. You expected the usual quiet, the sound of wind brushing against rusted chains, the lonely stillness you had grown used to.
But you weren’t alone.
Near the swings sat a boy your age, curled up on the ground. He had messy pink hair, big round glasses that kept sliding down his nose, and striking red eyes that were filled with tears. His shoulders shook as he cried, and it caught you so off guard that you froze for a second. You had never seen another kid here before.
Being a child, curiosity won over hesitation. You walked toward him, kneeling beside him to see what was wrong. It didn’t take long to figure it out. He must have been running around, playing by himself, when he tripped and scraped his knee. The skin was scrapped and bleeding a little, but to a him, it was the end of the world.
When he noticed you, his teary crimson eyes looked up in surprise, a small bubble of snot forming on his face from crying too hard. You almost laughed, but you held it in. Instead, you shrugged off your backpack and rummaged through it. Inside were random things you always carried around, candies you forgot about, a small teddy bear, and a handful of bandaids your mom insisted you bring just in case.
You picked one with Cinderella on it and gently pressed it onto his scraped knee. “H-Huh?” he sniffed, blinking at you. “Thank you…” He wiped the snot bubble away in embarrassment, turning his face slightly so you wouldn’t see.
“It’s no problemo!” you said brightly. “I didn’t know there was another kid who played here.”You offered your hand and helped him stand up. That was when you noticed he was a little taller than you, even though you were probably the same age. He adjusted his glasses, rubbing his eyes with the collar of his shirt as if trying to hide the fact that he had been crying so hard just moments ago.
“My name is Jin Itadori,” he said shyly. “Me and my parents moved here yesterday. I was exploring the neighborhood and found this playground.”
Your eyes lit up. “Well that’s good news!” you announced excitedly. “That means I have a new playmate now!”You hopped around him, unable to contain your excitement.
Jin’s face turned red, whether from embarrassment or confusion, you couldn’t tell. He quickly turned his back to you, trying to escape your sparkling, hopeful gaze. “Nuh uh,” he muttered. “I just came here to have fun, not to get a playmate!”
You gasped dramatically and clasped your hands together. “Awwwh! But having a playmate is ten times more fun than being lonely!”Then you pulled out your ultimate weapon, Puppy eyes.
Jin stiffened. He glanced back at you, then away, then back again, clearly struggling. Finally, he sighed in defeat. “Ugh… you know what? Maybe I do need a friend…” Whether it was the puppy eyes or the fact that he didn’t want to be alone anymore, it didn’t matter. From that day on, you were inseparable.
Strangers turned into friends, and friends quickly became best friends. You met at the playground every day after school, racing each other across the grass, sharing snacks, and talking about the future like it was something you could easily reach. As you grew older, the playground became a memory, but Jin stayed by your side. You studied together, argued, laughed, and supported each other through everything.
You even promised to go to the same university together. And you did. By then, people constantly mistook you for a couple. Your parents joked about it, your friends teased you relentlessly, and strangers assumed you were dating. Every time, you laughed it off. “We’re just friends,” you would say.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
Because somewhere along the way, your feelings changed. You noticed how his smile made your chest feel tight, how his laugh lingered in your mind longer than it should. You caught yourself getting jealous over things that shouldn’t have mattered. You didn’t understand when it started or why it was him out of everyone.
But it was him. Maybe everyone else had been right all along. You planned to confess during a party, telling yourself that no matter what happened, you needed to be honest. You waited for the perfect moment, when it would just be the two of you.
But you were too late.
That night, you saw him with another woman. Her name was Kaori. She was beautiful, kind, and everything you weren’t prepared to compete with. The way Jin looked at her told you everything before he ever said a word.
His heart was already taken.
You couldn’t blame him. You tried to smile, tried to act normal, but it hurt more than you expected. From that night on, you grew distant, quieter, colder. Jin noticed, of course. He just didn’t understand why the person who had always been by his side suddenly felt so far away. And you didn’t know how to tell him that you had fallen in love too late.
When Jin first noticed the change, he tried to brush it off. You were quieter, less responsive, and your usual warmth felt muted. He told himself you were just busy, that everyone needed space sometimes. But when his calls went unanswered for days and your texts became short and distant, unease settled deep in his chest.
He called again. And again. No answer. That was when worry turned into urgency. Without asking, without warning, Jin went straight to your place. When you opened the door and saw him standing there, your expression hardened instantly. That alone told him something was wrong.
“Talk to me.”Jin said as soon as the door opened wider. His voice was calm, controlled, but his eyes were filled with concern and something dangerously close to panic. “Why aren’t you answering the phone? Why are you so distant?”
You let out a small, bitter laugh and stepped aside, not letting him inside. The silence between you felt heavy, like something fragile was about to shatter.
“You really don’t know?” you asked, turning your back to him. Jin closed the door slowly. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be here.”
That was enough to break whatever restraint you had left. “You prioritize Kaori nowadays,” you snapped, finally facing him. “I get it. You like her. I really do.”
His brows furrowed. “That doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you.”
“But you are,” you said immediately. “She never asked you to cut me off. She’s my friend and i know her, she never told you to stop being my friend. So why are you the one avoiding me, Jin?”Your voice shook, but you pushed through it anyway.
“Why do I feel like I’m bothering you just by existing now?” you continued. “Why do I feel like I’m the one in the way?”
Jin took a step closer, his expression tight. “That was never my intention.”
“Then what was?” you demanded. Tears gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall. “Because from where I’m standing, I went from being your closest friend to someone you barely talk to.”
You crossed your arms, trying to hold yourself together. “Am I just a stranger to you now?” you asked, your voice sharp with hurt. “Is that it?”
“No,” Jin said quickly. “You’re not a stranger. I just didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”
“I did,” you replied. “Every time you didn’t call back. Every time you chose to be somewhere else. Every time I had to hear about you from other people.”
He inhaled deeply, clearly struggling. “Look, we can talk about this. If you just let me explain.”
“No!”you said, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear ANYTHING from you. Not your reasons. Not your explanations.”
Jin stiffened. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither is this..”you shot back. “If you want to ignore me, then fine. Do it. But don’t pretend like this came out of nowhere.”You wiped at your tears, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Don’t forget something, Jin,” you said quietly. “I introduced Kaori to you.”He froze.
“I was your wingwoman,” you continued. “I supported you. I encouraged you. I stood by you even when it hurt.”Your voice broke despite your efforts to stay composed. “And somehow, I became the stranger in the end.”
Jin looked devastated, guilt flashing across his face. “That was never supposed to happen.”
“But it did,” you whispered. “And saying you never meant to does not change how it feels.”The room fell silent after that. Jin stood there, realizing too late that the distance between you was not accidental. It was built slowly, choice by choice, until it became something neither of you knew how to fix.
“Why make such a big deal out of it?” Jin asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His brows were furrowed, eyes searching your face like he was genuinely trying to understand. “I still contact you. I still see you as my best friend. Why make the fire larger than it already is?”
Those words hit harder than anything else he had said. You let out a shaky laugh, one that sounded nothing like humor. “Why?” you repeated, your voice rising. “Why?!”Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as everything you had been holding back finally spilled over.
“Don’t you understand?” you cried. “I like you, Jin! I like you. Goddamnit, I don’t just like you, I love you!”
The room felt suddenly too small, the air too thick to breathe.
“I made it obvious,” you continued, tears streaming freely down your face now. “I gave you signs. I stuck love letters in your locker even when I was terrified someone else would see them. I stayed up late writing them, rewriting them, throwing half of them away because they sounded stupid.” Your chest ached as you spoke, each word ripping something open.
“I gave you those chocolates,” you said, your voice breaking. “The ones that randomly appeared on your desk. I pretended they were nothing, like they just showed up by accident. I watched you smile and thank me like it was some small, meaningless thing.”
You shook your head, sobbing softly. “And you thought it was just a friendly gesture.” Jin stood frozen in place, staring at you like the ground had disappeared beneath his feet.
“You know how painful that is?” you went on, your voice cracking with every sentence. “To pour everything you have into someone and realize they never even saw it the way you meant it? To hear you talk about other girls while I stood right there, smiling like my heart wasn’t breaking?”
Your knees felt weak, but you forced yourself to stay standing. “I stayed,” you whispered. “I stayed because I thought maybe one day you would notice. Maybe you would realize it on your own. But instead, I watched you drift away.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
“Y—You like me?” Jin finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes widened, shock written all over his face. “You mean… romantically?”He swallowed hard, clearly struggling to process what you had just said.
“I didn’t know,” he admitted slowly. “I swear I didn’t know.”His mind raced as moments replayed themselves in his head. The letters. The chocolates. Your constant presence. The way you always waited for him. All the things he brushed off as normal suddenly carried a weight he had never noticed before.
“I thought you were just being you,” he said quietly. “I thought you were just being kind.”
The silence between you thickened, heavy and unbearable, filled with everything left unsaid. Jin looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time, and that scared you more than anything. He opened his mouth to speak again, then closed it, clearly at a loss.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” he finally confessed.
“Then don’t say anything,” you said quietly. Your voice didn’t rise, but it carried a finality that made Jin’s chest tighten. “It will only hurt both of us even more.”
You reached for the door, fingers trembling as you pushed it closed. You needed space. You needed air. You needed the conversation to end before you completely fell apart.
But the door did not close. Jin’s hand shot out, gripping the edge of it, stopping it halfway. The sudden resistance startled you.
“Do not do this to me,” he said, his voice strained as he leaned forward slightly. “You cannot just..shut the door in my face right after that!”
You looked at him then. Really looked at him. His brows were drawn together, his jaw tight. He adjusted his glasses with a shaky hand, a habit he always had when he was overwhelmed or trying to keep control of his emotions.
“Jin,” you whispered, exhaustion lacing your tone. “Please.”He shook his head. “No. Not like this.”
Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. Your hand stayed on the door, his still bracing it open, the space between you filled with years of memories that refused to be ignored.
“Jin,” you said again, this time steadier, even though your heart felt like it was being torn apart. “Maybe it is best if we part our ways after we graduate.” The words left your mouth carefully, but they still landed like a dagger.
He went completely still. “What?” he asked, disbelief flashing across his face. “Why?!”
You swallowed hard. “Because staying like this will only hurt more.”
His eyes darkened. “After everything?” he demanded. “After fourteen years? His voice rose despite himself. “You want to end our friendship like that?” Pain bled into every word. Anger followed close behind, raw and unfiltered.
“We grew up together,” he continued, stepping closer, his grip on the door tightening. “You know everything about me. You know my habits, my fears, the things I never tell anyone else. You were there before anyone else was.” His voice cracked. “And you want to throw that away?”
You felt your chest constrict. “I’m not throwing it away,” you said softly. “I’m trying to survive it.”
Jin stared at you, stunned. “So that is it?” he asked bitterly. “Fourteen years reduced to a graduation goodbye?”
Tears slipped down your cheeks, but you didn’t wipe them away. “I cannot keep pretending,” you said. “I cannot keep being your best friend while loving you like this. It’s killing me, Jin.”
His expression shifted then, fury giving way to something broken. “You think this is not hurting me too?”
“Then let me go,” you whispered. “Before we start hating each other for something neither of us chose.”
“Hah. Let you go?” Jin repeated, a hollow laugh leaving his lips. He shook his head slowly, disbelief etched into every line of his face. “You? My best friend? Basically my other half?”
The laugh that followed was sharp and broken, soaked in sarcasm and pain. It did not sound like amusement at all. It sounded like something cracking. His hand tightened against the door, knuckles whitening as his grip grew rough, desperate. The wood creaked under the pressure, and for a moment it looked like he might actually put a hole through it if he squeezed any harder.
“You are telling me to let go of fourteen years like it is nothing,” he continued, his voice trembling despite his effort to stay composed. “Like I didn’t build my life with you standing right beside me.”
He exhaled shakily, eyes glistening. “You were always there. Every memory I have, you are in it somehow. How am I supposed to just let that go?”
You could not answer. Your throat felt tight, your chest burning with the weight of everything you wanted to say but could not.
Jin’s jaw clenched. His shoulders sagged as if the fight drained out of him all at once. “Fine,” he said quietly, the word heavy with defeat. “Go.”
His hand finally loosened from the door. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away, taking a step back as if the distance might protect him from the pain. His eyes searched your face one last time, filled with confusion, heartbreak, and frustration that had nowhere left to go.
“Forget about me,” he added, though his voice betrayed how impossible that sounded to him. “If that is what you need.” Then, softer, almost like a confession he never meant to say out loud, he whispered, “But I will never forget about you.”
Something inside you shattered at that. You let out a small, broken chuckle, the kind that came when crying too much left no room for anything else. You wiped your tears with the heels of your hands, smearing them away even as more threatened to fall.
“Unfortunately, same.”you said, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound light. “I don’t think that is something either of us can change.” You forced yourself to breathe, to stand straight, to look at him without breaking apart completely.
“See you someday, Jin,” you said quietly. For a moment, it looked like he might say something. His lips parted slightly, his eyes dark with emotion. But the words never came. He looked too hurt, too exhausted, too weak to find a proper goodbye.
So instead, he turned away. He lifted one hand in a small, half-hearted wave, his back already facing you as he stepped out of your apartment. The door closed softly behind him, the sound echoing far louder than it should have.
—
You never saw each other again after that night other than graduation. At least, not in the way that mattered.
At first, Jin still tried. He sent messages asking how you were doing, asking if you wanted to hang out like you used to. Coffee, lunch, just talking. You read them. Every single one. You just never replied. It was easier to stay silent than to reopen a wound that never really closed.
A year later, another message came. A wedding invitation. Short, polite, careful, as if he was afraid of crossing a line that no longer existed.
You didn’t go.
You told yourself it was the right thing to do. You told yourself he had moved on and you should too. Slowly, quietly, you slipped out of his life completely. And just as quietly, he slipped out of yours. Not entirely, but enough that the days stopped feeling like they revolved around him.
Four years passed. Life did not turn out the way you hoped it would.
What started as small setbacks turned into disasters you could not outrun. You lost your job after a rumor spread through the office, whispered by the one colleague who had always seen you as competition. No proof. No chance to defend yourself. Just cold looks, hushed conversations, and a sudden meeting where you were told it was better if you left.
After that, everything unraveled. Bills piled up. Savings vanished. Your landlord stopped being patient. Each message from him felt like a countdown ticking closer to zero.
Now, you were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to memorize the cracks and stains like they were precious. This was the last stretch of time you had in a place that felt like home. Soon, you would be sleeping on cardboard, counting coins, wondering how fast life could fall apart.
You let out a tired sigh and closed your eyes.
Then your phone lit up.
Your heart dropped instantly. Another message from your landlord, you assumed. Another reminder that time was running out. With shaking fingers, you picked up your phone and opened the notification.
And froze. The name on the screen made your chest tighten painfully.
Jin Itadori.
You stared at the message, reading it once, then twice, then again, as if your eyes were playing a cruel trick on you.
“Hey, it’s been a while. Sorry to suddenly message you, but I need you for this. Me and Kaori are going on a date for two days, and you are needed to babysit our son, Yuji.”
Your breath caught.
Son?
Your mind reeled. Jin had a son. Since when did he have a son. How had four years passed so completely that he now had a child you never even knew existed. Questions flooded your thoughts. When did he get married? When was Yuji born? Did he look like Jin or Kaori? Did Jin smile the same way when holding him?
Before you could spiral further, another message appeared.
“Don’t worry, you will get paid. I would never force you to babysit a kid and leave you empty handed.”
You stared at the screen, heart pounding. You would get paid.
The words felt unreal. Relief washed over you so suddenly it almost made you laugh. This was money you desperately needed. Money that could keep a roof over your head. Money that could stop your life from completely collapsing.
But it came with a price. You would have to see Jin again. After four years. You would have to meet his son, a living reminder of the life he built without you. Your chest tightened, but reality left you no room to hesitate.
You needed this job. You swallowed hard and typed your reply, your fingers moving faster than your heart could catch up.
“Fine. I will babysit little Yuji.”
Jin took longer than you expected to reply.
You watched the screen like it might explode, your phone clutched tightly in your hand. The three small dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again as he typed. Each second stretched painfully long. Your heart raced so fast you could feel it in your ears, and sweat gathered at the back of your neck despite the cool air in the room.
You told yourself to calm down. It was just a message. Just Jin. Someone who used to be part of your everyday life. But four years of silence made even his typing feel overwhelming.
Finally, his message came through, “Thanks, buddy. Maybe we can catch up before I leave tomorrow?”
You stared at the word buddy longer than you should have. It stung in a way you did not expect, even after all this time. Still, you understood why he used it. Safe. Familiar. Distant enough not to cross any lines.
Catching up.
The idea alone felt strange. You and Jin, sitting together, pretending the past four years had not reshaped both of you into strangers. So much had happened. Too much, really. Pain you never shared. Choices he made without you. A life he built that you only heard about through silence.
You let out a slow breath. You didn’t want to be rude. You didn’t want to seem bitter. And you needed this job. More than that, some part of you wondered if you deserved closure, even if it hurt.
So you typed back, “Sure. Four years of no contact needs a summary of what happened in those four years.”
You hesitated before sending it, then pressed send anyway. After that, you didn’t wait for his reply.
You placed your phone on the drawer beside your bed, screen facing down like that might stop the thoughts from flooding in. You lay back and stared at the ceiling, every memory you thought you buried creeping back into your chest.
You wondered what he would look like now. If his smile had changed. If fatherhood softened him or hardened him. If Kaori would be mentioned casually, like she had always been there.
Your mind jumped to his son. Yuji. The name alone felt heavy. You tried to imagine a child calling Jin dad, laughing, holding his hand. It hurt more than you expected.
You closed your eyes and tried to sleep. But sleep refused to come.
Your thoughts spiraled endlessly, replaying old conversations, imagining tomorrow’s meeting, dreading the moment you would see him again. Your heart ached with anticipation and fear, and no matter how tightly you shut your eyes, rest stayed just out of reach.
You paced your bedroom in uneven circles, the soft padding of your footsteps the only sound filling the room. The walls felt closer than usual, like they were pressing in on you. Your phone was warm in your hand from how tightly you were gripping it, your thumb hovering anxiously over the screen.
“How to go to sleep in just 2 minutes.”
You read the title, scoffed quietly, and clicked anyway. The article promised miracles. Deep breathing patterns. Muscle relaxation. Visualization. You followed every step like your life depended on it. Inhale for four seconds. Hold. Exhale slowly. Again. And again.
Nothing. Your chest still felt tight. Your thoughts still raced.
You tried warm milk next, standing in the kitchen in complete silence, watching steam curl up from the mug. You drank it slowly, forcing yourself to relax with every sip. When that failed, you turned off every light, pulled the curtains shut until no glow from the street slipped through, and crawled into bed. You lay perfectly still.
Your mind screamed. So you got up again.
You grabbed a pen and paper, hands shaking slightly as you wrote everything down. Jin, Yuji, Four years, Rent, Failure, and that one ex-colleague that you pray of their downfall soon. Each word carved itself deeper into your chest. The page filled too fast, your thoughts spilling out in messy handwriting that only made things worse.
You crumpled the paper and threw it across the room, frustrated tears burning behind your eyes. Sleep never came.
Your body was beyond exhausted. Muscles ached. Your eyes felt gritty and dry, like they were filled with sand. Every blink hurt, but closing your eyes only invited more overthinking. Time crawled by painfully slow, minute by minute, hour by hour, until the dark outside softened into early morning gray.
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7:46 am. The time glared at you from your phone screen.
You stared at it in disbelief, your heart sinking. You hadn’t slept at all. Not even for a moment. The realization hit harder than the exhaustion itself. You felt hollow, drained, like someone had scooped everything out of you and left you running on fumes.
You lay there for another minute, hoping your body would finally give in and shut down. It didn’t. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you forced yourself to sit up. The room swayed slightly, dizziness washing over you. You rubbed your eyes, but the burning sensation only worsened.
You needed that payment. The thought alone dragged you out of bed.
Your movements were slow and clumsy as you shuffled toward the bathroom, shoulders slumped, feet barely lifting off the floor. Every step felt heavier than the last. The mirror greeted you with a reflection that made your stomach drop.
Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in strange directions from hours of tossing and turning. Your skin looked dull and pale, lips dry. The dark circles under your eyes were deep and bruised-looking, worse than usual, screaming exhaustion. You looked like someone who hadn’t rested in days.
You barely recognized yourself.
You turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto your face. The shock made you gasp sharply, droplets running down your neck and soaking into your shirt. You did it again. And again. Each time, the cold burned, but it forced you to stay awake.
You slapped your cheeks gently at first, then a little harder, grounding yourself in the sensation. You leaned forward, gripping the edges of the sink, staring into your own tired eyes. Your reflection looked fragile, like it might fall apart at any second.
“Come on,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “Focus.” Your throat tightened as you spoke again, firmer this time. “You can do this.”
The words felt weak, but they were all you had. One day. Just one day of pushing through. One child to babysit. One job that could save you from losing everything.
You moved on autopilot as you stood in front of your closet, eyes scanning clothes you had worn too many times to count. Nothing felt right. Everything felt wrong. You needed something simple, something that wouldn’t draw attention, something that did not look like you were trying too hard.
You finally grabbed a white sleeveless top, the fabric thin and soft from age. You pulled on a pair of denim pants, the knees slightly faded, the hems worn down from years of use. Your white shoes waited by the door, though they were hardly white anymore. The sides were dirty, stained a dull brown from long days of walking and rain you never avoided. You slipped them on anyway, tying the laces tightly.
After a moment of hesitation, you grabbed a baby blue jacket and shrugged it on. It felt safer, more modest. You zipped it halfway up and tugged at the sleeves, grounding yourself in the familiar weight of it.
In the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of hot coffee, the smell strong. Your hands trembled slightly as you lifted it to your lips. You drank too fast, desperate for the caffeine to kick in, and the heat burned your tongue immediately.
You winced, breath catching for a split second. But the pain barely registered. Compared to everything else, it felt distant, dull, almost comforting.
You set the mug down and reached for your phone, your fingers hovering over the screen. Your heart began to pound again, adrenaline surging through your exhausted body. You had already agreed to this. There was no turning back now.
Your hands shook as you typed. “Jin, I’m on my way. Can you send me the house address again?”
You stared at the message after sending it, anxiety twisting in your chest. The screen stayed quiet for a minute. Then two. Each second made your pulse race faster. Finally, his status changed to active.
A message popped up. “Here’s the address. Excited to see you, best buddy.”
Your chest tightened at the familiar phrase. Best buddy. It sounded so casual, so easy, it was his nickname to you when you two were still friends.
You locked your phone and slipped it into your pocket, forcing yourself to breathe. Outside, the world kept moving like nothing had changed. And yet, everything felt different.
You grabbed your keys, slung your bag over your shoulder, and stepped out the door, fully aware that with each step forward, you were walking straight back into a life you once left behind.
You slid into your car and shut the door quietly, hands lingering on the steering wheel longer than necessary. The interior smelled faintly of old coffee and fabric softener, familiar and grounding. You unlocked your phone and opened Google Maps, typing in the address Jin sent you. It took a few tries before you got it right, your fingers fumbling slightly as your nerves got the better of you.
Once the route appeared, you stared at it. Thirteen minutes.
You swallowed and started the engine. The drive felt unreal. The streets blurred past your window as you followed the directions, but your mind was miles away. Every red light felt longer than it should have been. Every turn tightened the knot in your chest. Your heart raced as if you were running, not driving, and your thoughts refused to stay in one place.
What would he say? What would you say? Would it feel awkward? Would it hurt?
You forced yourself to block it all out. You needed the money. You needed stability. You reminded yourself of the unpaid bills, the landlord’s threats, the thin line between having a home and losing everything. You gripped the steering wheel tighter and focused on the road.
Thirteen minutes felt like an hour. When you finally pulled up in front of Jin’s house, you parked and turned off the engine, sitting there in silence. The house stood quietly before you, neat and lived in. A place filled with routines, with laughter, with a life you were no longer part of.
You took a deep breath, Then another. You stepped out of the car, closed the door, and walked up to the front porch. Standing in front of the door felt heavier than you expected. You raised your hand, hesitated, then pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed inside. A moment later, the door opened.
And there he was, Jin. Your breath caught before you could stop it.
God, he still looked handsome, just like he did back in high school, but different too. Older. More worn. His hair was messier than you remembered, like small hands had been tugging at it moments ago. His glasses had new frames, sleeker than the ones he used to wear. His crimson eyes were the same, but darker now, rimmed with exhaustion. The faint eyebags beneath them mirrored your own.
“Ah..”he said, voice hesitant. “Long time no see, buddy.”His arms opened awkwardly, unsure, as if he did not know whether to commit to the gesture.
You froze. For a split second, you just stared at him, confusion and emotion colliding in your chest. Four years disappeared and reappeared all at once. You debated stepping back, pretending you did not notice the invitation.
But you didn’t want to be cruel. So you stepped forward and hugged him. It was stiff and brief. You patted his back awkwardly, your movements unsure, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. “It is nice to see you again, Jin..” you said quietly.
You pulled away quickly, looking off to the side as you scratched the back of your head, trying to ground yourself. “It is nice to see you again too,” he replied, smiling faintly. “You have missed a lot of things.”
Before you could respond, he stepped aside and gently ushered you inside. The house was warm and lived in. Simple, but full. Yellowish walls caught the sunlight, giving everything a soft glow. The white tiled floors were scattered with toy trains, small cars, and colorful blocks. The place clearly belonged to a family of three.
“Careful.”Jin said casually as he walked ahead. “One wrong step and you will step on a piece of Lego.”Almost immediately, he hissed in pain.
“Ouch! Crap..Speaking of Lego.”He hopped slightly, pulling his foot back and bending down to pick up the small red block he had just stepped on. From the kitchen, a familiar laugh rang out.
“Careful, honey,” Kaori called. “That is your eighth time stepping on Yuji’s toys today.”She appeared a moment later, crouching down to gather the scattered toys and placing them back into their containers. Motherhood suited her. She still looked radiant, still glowing in that effortless way that made people gravitate toward her.
As she straightened up, her eyes met yours. Her smile softened. “It’s been a while,” she said warmly. “I missed our girls’ night outs together.” Your chest tightened, but you smiled back. You had envied her once, because of Jin, but that never erased the fact that she was one of your closest friends.
“Me too,” you admitted, exhaling softly as you sat down on the couch. “It has been years since our last ones. Though, I guess we can’t really do those anymore. We are adults now. Different lives, Jobs.”
She waved a hand dismissively, laughing. “You are never too old for old fashioned fun.”She returned to the kitchen briefly, then came back and placed a cup of tea gently on the table beside you. The warmth of it seeped into your hands as she sat on the other side of the couch.
“So,” Kaori said gently, breaking the quiet as she lifted her teacup, the steam curling lazily into the air. “How has life been treating you lately?”Her tone was careful, not prying, not judgmental. Just genuinely curious.
You stared at the cup of tea in front of you, untouched. The warmth seeped into the table, but you had no appetite to even lift it. Your stomach felt tight, knotted from stress and exhaustion. You clasped your hands together in your lap instead, fingers fidgeting restlessly.
“It has been a rollercoaster..”you admitted after a moment, letting out a slow breath. “After I graduated, I got a stable job. I stayed there for a year. Things were finally starting to look okay.”Your voice faltered slightly as memories surfaced.
“But then,” you continued, swallowing hard, “a colleague who never liked me started spreading rumors. She smiled to my face and stabbed me in the back. Said things that weren’t true. And people believed her.”You shook your head, staring down at your hands like they held the answers you never found. “Before I could even defend myself, I was called into a meeting. They said it would be better if I left. Just like that, it was over.”
You exhaled shakily. “Since then, everything has just… fallen apart.” The room felt heavier as you spoke.
“My landlord keeps spamming me,” you added quietly. “Reminders. Warnings. Threats. I have not paid rent yet because I don’t have the money. And every message feels like another nail in the coffin.”Your shoulders slumped as the weight of it all pressed down on you. “I’m trying. I really am. But it feels like no matter what I do, I am always one step away from losing everything.”
Kaori’s expression softened immediately. She set her teacup down on the table with a quiet clink and turned fully toward you, brows knit with concern. Her eyes held nothing but empathy. “I’m really sorry to hear that.”she said softly. “That sounds incredibly hard.”
She hesitated before speaking again. “You know… you could have reached out. The moment you lost your job, you could have told someone. Me, Your family, Anyone.”Her words were gentle, but they still hit.
You gave a small, tired smile and shook your head. “It’s alright.”you said, though your voice lacked absolution. “I guess I am just too..independent for my own good.”
You shrugged weakly. “I always tell myself I can handle things on my own. That I should be able to. I hate feeling like a burden.”
Your fingers tightened together. “So I kept telling myself it would get better. That I would fix it before anyone noticed how bad things were.”
You laughed quietly, bitterly. “Turns out, believing you can handle everything alone does not always mean you actually can.”
Kaori watched you closely, her expression thoughtful and concerned. She did not interrupt. She let you speak, let the truth spill out at your own pace. “You are not selfish for struggling.”she said firmly. “And you aren’t weak for needing help.”Her words lingered in the air, heavy and comforting at the same time.
“You wanted to help yourself,” Kaori said softly. “You didn’t want to drag other people into your problems. I understand that.” She stood up from the couch and walked closer to you, her steps unhurried. When she reached your side, she placed a warm hand on your shoulder. The simple touch made your chest tighten, the kindness almost too much after carrying everything alone for so long.
“You have always been like that.” she continued. “Strong, Quietly stubborn, Always convincing yourself you can handle everything by yourself.”Her hand gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“But it is never selfish to ask for a hand,” she said firmly. “Not when you are drowning, Not when you are exhausted.”
You blinked, eyes stinging as you held back your tears.
“You can always borrow some money,” she added, her voice calm and practical. “That’s what people do. And when you get your job back, or find a new one, you can repay whoever helped you. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.” She smiled softly at you then, reassuring and sincere. The kind of smile that did not demand anything in return.
Before you could respond, footsteps suddenly echoed from down the hallway. Then Jin burst into the room without warning. “Hey..”he announced, a little too loudly, clearly oblivious to the emotional atmosphere he had just walked into.
Perched on his back was a small boy, clinging tightly to Jin’s shoulders in a piggyback ride. The child laughed loudly, tiny hands tangled in Jin’s hair as he bounced slightly with every step. Your breath caught, The boy looked exactly like Jin. The same messy hair. The same face shape. Even the same expression, wide-eyed and curious. It hit you all at once.
So that is their son, Yuji Itadori.
“Hon,” Kaori said immediately, turning toward them with a glare that was half annoyance and half affection. “Don’t just barge in like that. We were having a moment here.”Jin paused mid-step, finally registering the tension in the room. “Oh..” he said, blinking. “Sorry.”
Kaori sighed and shook her head. “Put Yuji down. He might fall.”
“Hey, hey, I have got him,” Jin protested lightly, but his grip tightened protectively anyway. “Right, champ?”
Yuji giggled again, burying his face against Jin’s neck. “Up! Up!”
You watched silently, heart aching in ways you did not expect. Jin laughed softly, that familiar sound you had not heard in years, as he carefully lowered Yuji to the floor.
Jin shook his head at Yuji’s request, the movement firm but gentle. “No more..”he said, his voice carrying the tone of a father who had already given in one too many times that morning.
He carefully lifted Yuji off his back and set him down on the tiled floor. The moment his feet touched the ground, Yuji let out a small whine of protest. “Up!”Yuji complained, arms reaching out again.
“Later,” Jin replied, ruffling his hair. “Daddy’s back hurts.”Yuji’s lips immediately pushed into a pout, his brows furrowing dramatically as he crossed his tiny arms. He stood there for a moment, clearly offended by the injustice of it all.
Then his attention shifted. Slowly, his eyes drifted back to you. He stared openly, curiosity written all over his face. His head tilted to one side as if he were studying you, trying to piece together who you were and why you were there.
“Who this?” he asked bluntly, pointing at you again, his small finger unwavering.
The room felt oddly quiet, like everyone was waiting for the answer. Kaori laughed softly, the sound light and warm, breaking the tension. She crouched down beside Yuji and gently patted his head, smoothing down his unruly hair.
“Yuji,”she said in a gentle, patient tone, “this is your babysitter for a while.”
Yuji blinked at her. “She is going to take care of you for a few days,” Kaori continued, smiling at you before looking back at him. “So you have to be nice to her, okay?”
Yuji turned his gaze back to you, eyes big and thoughtful. He took a step closer, then another, until he was standing right in front of you. You could see the faint smudges on his cheeks, the way his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “A few days?” he repeated slowly, testing the words.
“Yes,” Kaori confirmed. “Just a few days.”
Yuji looked up at you again, as if observing you entirely. He circled you once, his eyes squinting before he tugged the hem of your jacket.
Yuji stopped right in front of you, his small feet covered in socks planted firmly on the floor. He looked up, eyes wide and curious, studying your face like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His head tilted slightly, just like Jin’s did when he was thinking hard about something.
“You play?” he asked simply, voice clear and direct. The question caught you completely off guard.
You blinked, your thoughts scrambling. Play? It sounded so small, so innocent, yet it carried so much weight. You hadn’g played with a kid in a long time. Life had been survival, stress, and responsibility for years now. Still, you found yourself softening under his gaze.
“I… yeah.”you answered gently, your voice quieter than usual. You offered him a small, careful smile. “I can play.”
Yuji didn’t respond right away.
Instead, he stared at you with intense seriousness, lips pursed as if he were weighing your answer. His tiny brows furrowed, and for a moment he looked like he was considering something very important. Then he nodded once, decisively.
“Okay..”he said, tone firm despite his size. “You stay!”
The finality of it made something warm bloom in your chest.
Kaori let out another soft laugh, shaking her head fondly as she watched him. “Looks like you have been accepted.” she teased, amusement lacing her voice.
Jin exhaled slowly, tension visibly leaving his shoulders. His posture relaxed, and for the first time since you arrived, he looked relieved. “Guess that settles it.”he said with a small smile.
Before you could fully process what just happened, Yuji reached out and wrapped his tiny hand around your finger. His grip was warm and surprisingly strong, grounding you in a way you did not expect.
You looked down at him, heart tightening.
In that simple moment, you realized something important. Whatever complicated feelings you carried about Jin, about Kaori, about the life you had stepped back into, this child had already claimed a place for you. Ready or not, Yuji was pulling you into his stack of toys, and there was no turning back now.
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You were on the floor with Yuji for what felt like forever, though when you checked the clock it had only been an hour. Time moved differently when you were following the rules of a child’s imagination. Around you, the living room had transformed from a simple family space into a battlefield, toys scattered everywhere like props in an epic showdown.
In the background, you could hear Jin and Kaori moving around the house, doors opening and closing, the faint sound of drawers sliding, their voices drifting in and out as they got ready for their two day date. Every now and then, Kaori would peek into the living room, smiling at the sight of you fully locked in on Yuji’s world.
Yuji had been very clear about the roles. There was no fighting about it. He was the superhero, You were the evil villain.
“Bad guy!” Yuji announced dramatically, pointing at you with one tiny finger. “You go there.” You obeyed, settling yourself behind the couch where he said the villain’s hideout was. He rummaged through a box of dress up items and pulled out a headband with soft devil horns. Before you could protest, he plopped it onto your head.
“There!” he said, nodding in approval. “You look evil now.” You laughed and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your shoulders like a cape. It slipped awkwardly, but Yuji didn’t seem to mind. In his eyes, you were already the perfect villain.
Straightening up, you put on your best exaggerated posture and gave an overly dramatic laugh, deepening your voice as much as you could. “Mwah, hah, hah,” you cackled, waving your arms menacingly. “You will never catch me, Super Yuji!”
Yuji gasped loudly and ran off to prepare, disappearing behind the couch for a moment. When he reappeared, he looked entirely different.
He stood tall, chest puffed out, wearing a bright red eye mask that sat slightly crooked on his face. A red cape was tied around his neck, clearly another blanket, its ends dragging behind him. He positioned himself carefully beside a standing fan, turning it on low so the fabric fluttered dramatically behind him.
He turned slowly to face you, hands on his hips. “Ms. Bad Guy,” he declared in a serious, heroic voice far too big for his small body. “You will regret what you did to my people!”
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Oh no!”you replied, clutching your cape and stepping back dramatically. “Not Super Yuji. Anyone but him!”
Yuji narrowed his eyes, fully committed to the role. He marched forward, cape flowing, pointing at you again. “Give back the toys you stole!”
You stumbled backward exaggeratedly, knocking over a pillow on purpose. “Never!”you cried. “They are mine now.”
From the hallway, you heard Kaori laugh softly, and Jin paused to watch for a moment, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene. You didn’t notice them, though. You were too busy being chased across the living room by a tiny superhero.
You scanned the floor dramatically, hands on your hips, as if searching for your next wicked move. Then your eyes landed on it, a small female doll lying forgotten near the coffee table. A slow, mischievous grin spread across your face as you bent down and picked it up, holding it close to your chest like a prized treasure.
“Oh?” you drawled, lowering your voice and turning toward Yuji. “Look what we have here.” You lifted the doll higher so he could see it clearly. “It’s the princess!”
You let out a quiet, evil chuckle, curling your fingers around the doll possessively. “She’s mine now.” you said smugly. “If you want her back, you’ll have to come and save her, superhero.”
Yuji froze for a split second, eyes widening in horror. Then he gasped loudly, his whole body stiffening like a hero who had just been given the most important mission of his life. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressed into a determined line as he pointed at you. “Hey!” he shouted, voice sharp with conviction. “Don’t touch the princess!”
You took a step back, clutching the doll tighter as if shielding her from him. “Too late,” you teased. “She belongs to me now.”
That was all it took. Yuji sprang into action, running across the room with his arms stretched out at his sides, making soft “whoosh” noises as he pretended to fly. He zigzagged around the couch, leaped over scattered toys, and ducked dramatically behind a chair, narrating his own movements under his breath like a true superhero.
“I’m coming.” he muttered, then louder, “You’re dead now!”You laughed and bolted toward the other side of the room, deliberately moving just slow enough for him to chase you. You stumbled over nothing, nearly tripping as you spun around, cape flaring behind you. “You’ll never catch me!” you taunted, shaking the doll playfully. “The princess stays with the villain!”
Yuji stopped suddenly, planting his feet apart. He raised both hands in front of him, fingers spread wide, his face scrunched in intense concentration. “I’m making… a power ball!”he announced seriously.
You froze, eyes widening in mock fear. “A power ball? Wait, wait, we can talk about this!”
Yuji grunted softly as if gathering all his strength, then thrust his hands forward. “Hyaaah!”You let out an exaggerated scream, throwing your head back and staggering as if you had been hit by an invisible force. “Aaaah!” you cried, dropping to your knees and loosening your grip on the doll. “You got me! No, my evil powers!”
The doll slipped from your hands and rolled across the floor toward Yuji. You slumped forward dramatically, one hand pressed to your chest, the other reaching out in surrender. “Fine..”you groaned, defeated. “You win, Super Yuji. You can have the princess back.”
Yuji rushed forward immediately, scooping the doll into his arms like a true rescuer. He stood tall again, chest puffed out, cape fluttering slightly from the fan still running nearby. “The princess is safe!”he declared proudly.
And as you looked up at him from the floor, watching the victorious smile spread across his face, you realized that for the first time in a long while, your laughter was real, and your heart felt just a little bit lighter.
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You sank deeper into the couch, your muscles finally giving up after hours of chasing, laughing, crawling on the floor, and dramatic villain defeats. The living room had gone quiet in a way that only happened after a child burned through every last ounce of energy they had.
Yuji was sprawled beside you, fast asleep. His small body leaned against your side, his chest rising and falling steadily. The red cape was still tied around his neck, slightly twisted, one corner tucked under his chin. One of his hands rested loosely on your sleeve, fingers curled like he had grabbed onto you sometime during sleep and never let go. His face was peaceful now, lashes resting against his cheeks, lips parted just a little.
You did not realize how tense you had been until you exhaled slowly, carefully, afraid that even breathing too loudly might wake him. From the doorway, Jin stood watching the two of you.
For a moment, he said nothing. His shoulders relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips, something soft and almost nostalgic in his eyes. He hadn’t seen Yuji sleep like that with someone unfamiliar in a long time.
“Take care of him for me, buddy.”Jin said quietly, voice gentle, almost hesitant, as if he did not want to break the moment.
You glanced up at him and nodded. “I will.”you replied just as softly.
Kaori appeared behind him, slipping her shoes on. Before leaving, she leaned around Jin to peek at the couch one last time. Her eyes softened instantly. “He is really knocked out..”she whispered with a small laugh. “He already likes you. I can see it.” She met your gaze, warmth filling her expression. “You are doing a good job.”
You felt something tighten in your chest at her words. “Thank you, take care you two.”you murmured.
She waved gently, Jin followed suit with an awkward little wave of his own, and then the door closed quietly behind them.
The house felt different after that. Too quiet. Too still. You looked back down at Yuji, asleep against you, and for reasons you could not explain, your chest ached.
You had only known this kid for a few hours, yet he already felt familiar. Too familiar. His expressions, the way his brows furrowed when he concentrated, the way he laughed loudly and without restraint. He reminded you so much of Jin that it hurt. A living reminder that Jin had moved on, built a family, continued his life while you had stayed behind with feelings you never allowed yourself to release.
You swallowed and gently adjusted the cape around Yuji so it would not choke him. Maybe, just maybe, babysitting was not so bad. At least not when it was him.
⸻
The days passed faster than you expected.
Babysitting Yuji was chaotic in every possible way. He talked nonstop, ran everywhere, asked endless questions, and somehow managed to create messes even when you were watching him directly. You got headaches more often than not, your patience tested constantly, but somehow, none of it felt unbearable.
He was sweet, Loud, Curious, Affectionate in the most unexpected ways.
He insisted on holding your hand when crossing the street. He followed you around the house like a shadow. He demanded bedtime stories and complained when you did the voices wrong. He laughed like it was the easiest thing in the world.
When Jin and Kaori finally returned from their date, the house felt full again, but the moment carried a quiet sadness. Yuji clung to you the second he realized you were leaving.
“Papa, I want her to stay!”he whined, tugging at Jin’s trousers, his lower lip jutting out dramatically.
Jin crouched down and gently placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Yuji, she has her own life too,” he said softly. “She will visit if she wants to, okay?”
You watched silently as Kaori approached you with the envelope. When you opened it, your breath caught. It was more than what was agreed on. Much more. You looked up at her, startled.
She smiled knowingly. “Take care of yourself,” she said gently.
Your gaze drifted back to Yuji. The way he looked at you made your chest tighten again. This might be the last time you saw him. That thought alone made your throat ache.
Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out.
“Hey,” you said to Kaori, voice hesitant. “Can I… babysit Yuji again on the weekends?” The room went quiet. Jin blinked. Kaori stared at you for a second, then burst into soft laughter.
“You don’t even have to ask,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Yuji clearly likes you. Look at him.”
Yuji had already started bouncing in place, excitement completely overtaking his sadness.
“Then it’s settled,” you said with a small smile, crouching down to pat his head. “I will come back on Saturday.”
Yuji grinned like he had just won the lottery. You waved goodbye, forcing yourself not to linger too long.
That night, you paid your rent, bought groceries, and laid down on your bed with a full stomach and a roof over your head. Relief washed over you, heavy and overwhelming. Yet even then, your thoughts drifted back to that house. To Jin. To Kaori. To Yuji laughing as he pretended to fly.
You wanted to be there again.
So when Saturday arrived, you did not hesitate.
You got into your car, drove straight there, parked unevenly in front of the house in your haste, and rang the doorbell. You expected Jin’s awkward smile. Or Kaori’s warm greeting.
Instead, the door opened to someone else entirely.
He was tall. Much taller than Jin. Strawberry blonde hair, messy and untamed. Crimson eyes sharper, colder, staring straight through you. His tank top barely covered his arms, muscles tense beneath inked skin. Multiple piercings lined his ears. The smell of cigarettes and weed clung to him like a second skin.
He looked dangerous. Unapproachable. Almost unreal. He scowled down at you. “Who the fuck are you?” Your mind went blank.
Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. A message from Jin.
“Hey, buddy. Sorry for the late warning. Me and Kaori went out yesterday and I completely forgot to tell you. My brother Sukuna is there, Yuji’s uncle. Gotta warn you, he is scary. Do not push his buttons. Take care.”
It was “bring your father to school!” Day in your daughter’s school, but Sukuna protested in coming.
Husband!Sukuna, you have a daughter, modern Sukuna, fluff, wholesome content, all the children are TERRIFIED, cuteness overload, arson.
a/n: Awaahhh! I really enjoyed writing this! It’s so adorable trust me! ;u;
It was “bring your father to school” day at your daughter’s school as part of their Father’s Day celebration. A cute idea for normal families, but for yours, it turned into a simple argument that took up the entire morning. Sukuna refused from the very start. He rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might never come back down, and he kept dodging your daughter’s hopeful stare like she was aiming sunlight directly at him.
“But daddyyy, I wanna show off my cool papa to everyone!” your daughter squealed, bouncing around him like she ran on pure sugar.
“No chances, brat. They can call you fatherless for all I care.” Sukuna scoffed, already walking away as if that settled the matter.
“Kuna, don’t do your daughter dirty like that.” You stepped in, hands on your hips, eyebrows drawn tight.
He jabbed a finger at the school flyer. “It’s a stupid made up day for fathers. And her school is filled with bright colors that hurt my eyes. Every hallway looks like a unicorn exploded.”
“You’re going,” you said, tone final, “or I will lock you in a room full of neon colors with wheels on the bus playing nonstop.”
Sukuna did not like that threat. At all. So he gave in.
The moment he stepped foot inside the classroom, the entire atmosphere shifted. Conversations froze mid word, crayons clattered to the floor, and every kid stared up at him like they were witnessing the final boss of their nightmares. A seven foot tall man, scarred and inked, wearing an eyepatch and glaring like he wanted to commit tax fraud in peace.
Half the kids went into hiding immediately. One dove under a table. Another rolled behind a bookshelf like he was dodging enemy fire. A teacher choked on her sip of coffee and had to grab the wall for support.
The other dads stared in pure shock. Someone muttered, “What gym does that guy go to…” Another whispered, “That’s not a gym body, that’s a prison escape body.”
Meanwhile, Sukuna absolutely hated being there. The walls were too bright, the decorations hurt his soul, and someone had hung a rainbow paper chain right above his head. Every kid was peeking at him from behind furniture like they were observing a wild animal.
Your daughter, proud as ever, tugged his sleeve. “Papa, let me introduce you to Waba. He’s my friend and he’s super brave. Right, Waba? Waba…?” She turned and saw Waba sprinting away at full speed, leaving his juice box behind like he evacuated the battlefield.
That set the tone for the rest of the class. One kid pointed and screamed, “A demon escaped!” Another burst into tears on the spot. A group in the corner formed a cuddle pile of fear.
Eventually, the staff pulled you aside, voices shaking, asking politely but desperately if Sukuna could step outside the school grounds… far outside. Preferably to another block.
Sukuna took that personally.
Later that evening, still irritated and muttering about “ugly walls” and “painfully cheerful posters,” he returned to the school after hours and burned the entire building down. For fun, and also because he genuinely hated the design more than anything.
Witnesses only described a tall shadow, flames erupting out of nowhere, and distant demonic laughter carried by the wind.
And that was how your daughter ended up homeschooled.
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ꫂ᭪݁ Gojo “accidentally” taught your daughter a new word, and it was chaotic. — Ft. Gojo Satoru (nsfw)
You were exhausted from pacing back and forth across the penthouse, mop clutched in one hand and a dull, persistent headache pulsing behind your eyes. Cleaning an entire home should not have felt like preparing for battle, yet here you were, sweating and muttering to yourself like you had lost a personal war with dust and chaos. But then again, your home was not just a house. It was a penthouse. Long echoing hallways that never seemed to end, floor to ceiling windows that showed every fingerprint, rooms so rarely used you sometimes forgot why you even had them, and worst of all, one tiny menace with unlimited energy and a talent for destruction.
Your daughter.
Miyu could turn order into disaster in under ten minutes flat, and today she had clearly surpassed her personal best.
Her room was the final boss.
The moment you stepped inside, your heart sank. The floor glistened under the light in a way floors absolutely should not. The walls reflected light like polished marble. Even the air felt… slippery, if that made any sense. When you reached for the door handle, your fingers slid instead of gripping, and you immediately knew something had gone very wrong.
Your eyes slowly tracked toward the bathroom counter.
The jar of Vaseline that had once been safely tucked away was now completely empty.
Not just empty. Its contents were everywhere. Smears on the walls. Streaks on the floor. Shiny handprints along the dresser and bedframe, like some strange abstract art exhibit created by a child with too much freedom and zero supervision.
“Miyu,” you said carefully, planting your hands on your hips as you surveyed the scene, your voice tight with forced calm. “Didn’t mommy say you shouldn’t make your room dirty so mommy wouldn’t have a hard time cleaning?”
Miyu stood in the middle of the room, socks sliding slightly as she shifted from foot to foot. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked up at you with wide eyes and the most innocent smile she could possibly manage, the kind that made it very clear she knew she was in trouble but was hoping charm would save her.
“Sorry, mama,” she said sweetly. “I couldn’t help it. But it’s all squeaky now, so that’s good!”
You stared at her.
Then you stared at the walls.
Then back at her.
“Squeaky and oily is not clean,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you reached for a washcloth. “It’s just… harder to fix.”
She tilted her head, clearly processing this information, before giving a small nod. Without another word, she carefully slid her way out of the room like a penguin on ice, hands stretched out for balance as she escaped the crime scene.
What followed felt like hours.
Your arms burned from scrubbing. Your back ached from bending. The smell of cleaning products mixed unpleasantly with the lingering slickness that refused to disappear no matter how hard you tried. Every surface needed multiple passes, and every time you thought you were done, your hand would slide and remind you otherwise. Somewhere halfway through, you wondered how a six-year-old had the strength, creativity, and determination to do this much damage.
By the time the sun dipped lower and the penthouse finally looked presentable again, you felt like collapsing right there on the spotless floor.
Instead, you ran yourself a hot bath.
The water steamed gently as it filled the tub, bubbles piling high until they nearly spilled over the edges. The warmth wrapped around you as you sank in, muscles finally loosening, the tension in your shoulders melting away. Your breathing slowed. Your thoughts quieted. For the first time all day, there were no messes to clean, no footsteps racing down hallways, no tiny voice calling your name every five seconds.
Finally..Peace.
That peace lasted exactly thirty seconds.
The bathroom door flew open without warning, and Miyu burst in like she owned the place, completely unfazed by the fact that you were trying to enjoy a rare moment of solitude.
“Mommy!” she announced brightly. “Daddy’s home!”
You barely had time to react before she started giggling, covering her mouth with both hands like she had just uncovered the funniest secret in the world.
“Sweetheart,” you said slowly, raising an eyebrow, already sensing danger, “why are you giggling?”
She looked at you, then pointed dramatically toward the tub. “Daddy, boobies!”
Your soul nearly left your body.
“Miyu!” you squeaked, immediately sinking lower into the bubbles until only your face remained visible. “Where did you even learn that word?!”
Before she could answer, a familiar tall figure appeared in the doorway. Gojo leaned casually against the frame, tie loosened, hair a mess from a long day, exhaustion written all over him. And of course, that stupid grin was already spreading across his face.
“Ah,” he said, completely unfazed. “That’s on me.”
You snapped your head toward him. “Toru.”
He shrugged. “She asked questions. I answered. Educational parenting.”
His eyes flicked toward the tub for half a second too long, and without hesitation, you grabbed a handful of bubbles and tossed them straight at his face.
“Get out!” you snapped.
“Hey!” he laughed, stepping back even though the bubbles didn’t even touch him. “That’s how you greet your hardworking husband?”
“You taught our three-year-old that word!”
“She’s curious,” he replied proudly. “And honestly, walking in on this chaos kinda made my stress disappear instantly.”
You grabbed another handful of bubbles and threw them again. “Out. Now.”
Gojo flinched dramatically as the bubbles flew his way, even though his infinity protected him anyway, laughing as he retreated down the hallway while Miyu giggled uncontrollably.
———
When your daughter was finally out of battery and fell asleep in her clean room, Gojo locked your bedroom door and pushed you to the bed. His long fingers caressing your face, then your neck, then your chest. His hands run down your shirt, his blue eyes were sharp as he tugged your shirt, “Off.”
You did what he said, taking your shirt off. Leaving you in your bra, not just any bra, it’s the one you specifically bought for Christmas. A beautiful lingerie red bra with black lace around it. Gojo’s breath hitched at the sight, eyes drinking at the sight.
“Shit, baby. Is this for me?” He gently ran his fingers through the design, one finger twirling around the strap of your bra, then slipping it down your shoulders. The other hand teasing the hooks of your bra, pulling it forward then letting it go as it snapped in place.
“Who else would I buy it for?” You giggled, arms around his neck as you pulled him closer. The eye contact was intense, like you two were spiritually eye-fucking.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot, babe.” He unhooked your bra with one hand, finally sliding it off you as his hands immediately clamped onto both of your breasts. Kneading them as you moaned in pleasure.
“I could squeeze and play around with your breasts all day if i have to.” He leaned his head down, his mouth latching onto your nipple as his tongue flicked around your already pebbled nipple. The other boob was kneaded around, nipple rubbed in circles as you whimpered.
“Mmm, T—Toru—“ His hand that was playing with your nipple clamped around your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers of pleasure. “Shh, you’re gonna wake Miyu up. Wouldn’t want her to ruin the moment, hm?” You shook your head, earning an amused chuckle from him.
His mouth unlatched from your nipple, leaving you desperate and hungry for more. He unbuttoned your pajamas, pulling them down as he raised his eyebrow. “Huh, even your panties match your bra. Got me a new set to ruin, baby?” You gasped as he sunk his hand inside your panties. Warm hand running along your slick cunt. Earning an amused look from his face.
“You’re so wet that it soaked your pretty panties, and i haven’t even touched you down here yet.” His thumb circled around your clit, making you arch your back from the bed and throb in need.
“A—Ah! Please, please..Mmph! Please..” You begged for his fingers to be inside, your hips automatically grinded on his hand. A low growl leaving his throat when you did that. “Please what, baby? So fucking needy for my fingers to be inside you, huh?” He teased you, his index and ring finger went up and down your entrance, but didn’t thrust it in you just yet.
“Please, please..want your fingers inside of me..make me cum all over them.” You boldly begged, your warm cunt clenching over nothing as you anticipated his fingers.
He stopped moving his fingers, it was quiet for a moment. Until he suddenly thrusted two fingers right in your cunt, knuckle up. Your back arched off the bed, tears running down your face in pleasure, a silent cry leaving your mouth, and your thighs shook in pleasure.
“Stil so fucking tight, she’s sucking me forwards. So down bad f’me.” He growled, fingers thrusting faster and harder, right in your sensitive spot with great accuracy. You saw stars and white spots in your vision, so lost in pleasure and wonder that you forgot about your stress levels.
“T-Think I’m gonna c-cum..ah! S—Sat-oru!” You moaned his name, though it was a pathetic attempt in saying his name right now.
He didn’t slow down, didn’t even react to what you said. Instead, he quickened the pace even more, finally making you release the build up in your stomach, making the sheets and his fingers messy.
He pulled out, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers, a satisfied moan left his mouth. He leaned in to kiss away your tears, then kissed you sloppily. Letting you taste yourself on him.
You looked down at him, an obvious wet spot on his sweatpants that he couldn’t hide. Did he just cum with you?
Gojo looked down and chuckled, taking some tissues from the desk beside the bed and wiped the mess off. “Sorry, baby. Your orgasm face was just too hot.”
After he finished cleaning the mess you made, he picked you up and gently put you in a warm bath with flower petals. His hands scrubbing you clean, and left a warm kiss on your forehead.
