small gestures of affection with itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, and kamo choso
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), some of these don't really fit the prompt but whatever lol, cw for mentions of blood/injuries in megumi and choso's, inspired by this prompt list by @euthymiaaa not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the 1975 - i couldn't be more in love
“yuuji,” your voice cuts through the chaos swirling throughout ITADORI YUUJI’S mind effortlessly. he freezes, swiftly turning on his heel to face you. you softly smile as you take a step closer to him, gesturing to the mess of fabric messily woven into itself. “do you need some help?”
“yeah,” yuuji nods, tugging at his tie until it falls flat against his chest once again. “some help would be nice.”
taking the fabric into your hands, you weave the ends together to form a small knot near the center of yuuji’s chest. carefully, you slide it upwards until it sits snugly at the center of yuuji’s neck. “you’ve never had to wear a suit before, have you?”
“i’m sorry,” he nervously chuckles. he unconsciously raises a hand, absentmindedly brushing a hand through the little hairs near the nape of his neck. “i’ve never had a reason to dress up before.”
you simply chuckle in response, reaching up and attempting to smooth away the wrinkles in the fabric. your fingertips trace the edges, hiding away any loose threads or imperfections from the tailoring. “it’s alright. i don’t mind.”
you reach upwards, caressing his cheek with your thumb. your fingertips brush against the edges of the small curse marks beneath his eyes, making yuuji smile brightly. “you look really nice, yuuji.”
a light flush spreads across his face, tinting his face a deep pink. he smiles softly, replying, “but not as good as you.”
“you’re awake.”
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI softly groans, squinting up at the ceiling above as the blurriness slowly begins to clear from his vision. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before the ringing in his ears dissipates, leaving only the quiet hum from a nearby fan to fill the silence.
the first thing megumi notices is your eyes. if he didn’t know any better, he would have missed the eyebags that he could’ve sworn weren’t there this morning and the slight nervous shake in your hands when you reach over to pass him a bottle of water. guilt settles into the pit of his stomach before he can will it away. “what happened?”
“a curse hit you into a wall. ieiri said it was a severe concussion.” megumi nods. reaching up, he carefully brushes a hand against the bandages wrapped tightly around his forehead. he can still vaguely taste the blood that filled his mouth after the injury. “don’t worry. i took care of the curse.”
“thank you.” he sighs, carefully pushing his body to sit upwards. “i’m sorry i worried you.”
megumi’s breath catches in his throat when you reach over, taking his hands into your own. blood rushes to his cheeks, spreading an embarrassingly obvious flush across his features. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach in waves as your fingertips trace along the fresh bruises staining his pale skin before you settle for intertwining your hands together. “i’m just glad you’re safe,” you smile, sealing your promise with a soft squeeze.
GOJO SATORU awakens to the sight of sunlight threatening to break through the closed blinds. rays of light illuminate your bedroom, casting a golden glow across your features. he groans as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his tired limbs beneath the covers.
your quiet chuckle from beside him breaks him out of his trance. satoru blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes as he shifts, moving to face in your direction. stray strands of white hair frame his sharp features. your gaze the jagged edges of the few scars that litter his bare chest, admiring the aspects that make him human.
without the usual blindfold covering his face, your gaze rises to meet satoru’s. his eyes are the colour of the ocean. the shine like gemstones - brilliant and blue. you reach upwards, carefully carding your hand through his bangs. the strands are soft against your skin as you weave them in between your fingertips; he sighs as your nails gently massage against his scalp. “good morning, satoru.”
under the safety of your comforter, satoru allows the weight of the world to slip off of his shoulders. he smiles softly, shuffling across the sheets to entangle your bodies together. his hands skim the hem of his stolen t-shirt; his fingertips threaten to slip beneath the fabric to ghost against your bare skin. he leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss against your cheek as he wraps his arms around you. “morning.”
“i’m sorry.”
KAMO CHOSO can feel the gentle burn of ice against his fingertips as he carefully holds the ice pack against your face. hues of purple and green bloom against your cheek, staining your skin with the temporary consequences of being too headstrong in a fight. dark, worried eyes meet your own when he looks up. “for what?”
you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, anxiously chewing on the flesh until choso takes your hand into his own. he unconsciously rubs his thumb against your knuckles, tracing the scars decorating your skin - a gentle reminder to relax before your teeth cause a new wound. “being stubborn. dragging you into the fight. not waiting for backup.”
choso’s lips quirk into a slight frown. “i’m not upset at you,” he begins. you flinch slightly when he adjusts the angle of the ice pack until it presses against a fresh area of the bruise. the shake in his hands is unmistakable when he brushes his fingertips against the edge of your jaw. “it… worries me,” he mumbles. his gaze has fallen, now staring at the bandages woven tightly around your bicep. his anxiety had provided enough positive energy to prevent any serious injuries, but you still needed stitches after he dragged you into the safety of shoko’s office. “when you’re reckless. your body isn’t as easy to heal as mine is.”
“i’m sorry i worried you.” you reach up, pulling choso’s hand away from your face. “i’ll be more careful next time.” you toss the ice pack to the side; choso’s cheeks flush when you press a feather-light kiss against his knuckles. “thank you.”
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⋆｡°✩ WHEREVER YOU'RE GOIN', I'M GOIN' THE SAME
fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, and kamo choso falling asleep on you
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :)), header from pinterest, title from frank ocean - moon river
the train is quiet, the silence only broken by the slow hum of the motor running. FUSHIGRUO MEGUMI sighs as he leans back against the seat cushions. exhaustion settles deep into his bones. his head aches as he closes his eyes, letting himself relax a little in the safety of the bullet train’s cabin.
you startle when you feel a weight leaning against your body. megumi flinches when his head lolls onto your shoulder. he flinches, jumping awake with a sharp gasp and wide eyes. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles, glancing at the ground. he slinks a little into his seat in a poor attempt to hide his flushed cheeks behind the edge of his jacket.
“it’s okay,” you chuckle, brushing your bloody knuckles against his bruised cheek. “sleep. i’ll wake you up when we get back.”
pursing his lips, megumi glances out of the window. amongst the slow-moving landscape outside, he catches a small glimpse of a nearby sign. saitama - at least another forty minutes away. when he glances at you once again, you’re softly smiling. the sunlight illuminates your features beautifully. golden rays highlight the rise of your cheekbones and the way your hair frames your face. when you look at him like that, how could he ever say no?
“okay,” megumi relents with a soft nod, hesitantly leaning his head against your body once again. “thank you.”
ITADORI YUUJI is less than quiet as he clumsily stumbles into your dorm room. he’s welcomed with the soft glow from the sunset and the quiet echo of megumi’s door closing from across the hall. “yuuji,” you smile. he simply hums in return, settling himself into your lap so his head rests against your thighs. “long day?”
“the longest,” he sighs. “i thought it was never gonna end.”
yuuji’s tired gaze meets your own as you reach down, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair. your hands carefully untangle any stray knots as you brush the strands away from his face. “wanna watch human earthworm four?”
he smiles brightly. “i’d like that.” yuuji sighs as you continue to twist short strands of pink locks between your fingers; his body relaxes at the feeling of your nails gently scratching against his scalp.
the movie’s action is forgotten in favour of studying yuuji’s features - the small scars beneath his eyes; the downward slope of his nose; the steady rise and fall of his chest every time he breathes. “love you,” he whispers, though the words slur together as they leave his lips. “love you so much.”
you smile. your ministrations don’t cease, even when you lean down to press a soft kiss against his temple. his eyes flutter shut as his breathing evens out, signaling the beginning of a nap. “i love you too, yuuji.”
it wasn’t often that KAMO CHOSO felt like this - loved; respected; safe. your shared bedroom is illuminated only by moonlight shining through your window, painting the world silver. in the quiet of the night, he can hear the rhythmic noise of crickets chirping and the occasional wind blowing through the empty city streets.
“choso,” you whisper. your voice is quiet in the night; it nearly startles him to hear you whisper after such a long period of silence. furrowing your eyebrows, you shuffle a little closer to his body. the blankets rustle as you reach up, carefully resting your hand against his chest, just over where his heart should be. he can feel the tension in his body slowly disappearing against your touch, making a soft sigh escape his lips. “why are you still up?”
“i can’t sleep,” he mumbles. and it’s true. curses don’t need sleep the way humans do, but the routine makes some part of him feel more normal.
choso can almost visualize the way your lips quirk into a soft frown. your movements cease for a moment before you’re tugging him closer until his head rests against your chest. he can hear your heart beating steadily against your ribcage, soothing the worst of his anxieties.
“i love you, choso,” you whisper.
he closes his eyes, finally finding solace in the safety of your arms. “i love you too, y/n.”
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⋆｡°✩ I KISSED THE SCARS ON HER SKIN / I STILL THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
kissing their cursed marks with itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, kamo choso
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), maybe ooc choso ?? he's a little insecure, sad yuuji, not proofread, header from pinterest, title from pierce the veil - a match into water
ITADORI YUUJI has the weight of the world on his shoulders. it’s a heavy burden to be the vessel of the strongest curse jujutsu sorcerers have ever seen - one that places an unrelenting amount of pressure on him to be perfect, lest the world be destroyed due to a moment of lost control.
yuuji moves in a daze as he trudges back to jujutsu high. some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes when he notices you, curled up on the couch in the common area, patiently awaiting his return.
you look up when he closes the door behind him, tossing your phone to the side. “long day?”
yuuji sighs, all but collapsing onto the couch beside you. his head finds a place in your lap, resting against your thighs. “i had another meeting with the higher-ups.”
you frown, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair in the hopes of providing some comfort. yuuji looks up at you, unshed tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. “what if i lose control and he takes over again? what if i hurt you?”
“you won’t. and if you do, you’ll fight like hell until you get it back.” your fingers twist around strands of his hair; your nails gently massage against his scalp. yuuji closes his eyes when you brush your fingers against the small mark near his left eye. your touch is gentle - comforting. his breath hitches when you lean down, pressing a fleeting kiss against the scar. “i trust you, yuuji.”
INUMAKI TOGE’S hands burn as he wraps them around a hot cup of tea, feeling the warmth of the boiling water through the ceramic. his smile is hidden behind the hem of his jacket when you slip into the chair beside him, holding your own cup.
underneath the golden glow of the kitchen lights, toge can see the fresh bruises littering your knuckles. he’ll have to remember to pick up some ointment the next time he goes out for cough medicine, he notes.
“is your throat feeling any better?”
“salmon,” toge nods. he tugs the hem of his jacket down just enough to expose his mouth before taking a sip of his now bearably warm tea. your own drink goes forgotten as you watch him, your gaze trained on the curse marks near his lips.
“tuna?” toge asks, cocking his head at you in confusion.
“everything’s fine. it’s just…” you softly smile, hesitantly reaching up to rest your hand against his cheek. toge watches with wide eyes when your fingers brush against the edges of his cursed mark. the skin is rough against your skin - permanently embedded with the mark of the inumaki clan. “you’re very handsome, toge.”
his face burns at the praise and toge has to resist the urge to hide behind the safety of his uniform again.
but he doesn’t.
instead, he leans into your hand, encouraging you to continue your ministrations. there are a million words lingering on the tip of toge’s tongue. but in the quiet of the night, nothing else needs to be said.
mornings with you were quickly becoming the favourite part of KAMO CHOSO’S day. waking up to your body curled up beside his; watching you carefully style your hair in front of the bathroom mirror; dancing around the kitchen together as you attempt to make breakfast - he could never get enough.
it was part of your routine. choso would watch you with an attentive gaze and a soft smile. today, however, was different. choso studies his reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixated on the mark stretching across his nose.
“hey,” you whisper, placing a hand against his back. “is everything okay?”
choso relaxes a little at your touch before turning to face you. “do you think my curse mark looks weird?”
“no. of course not.” you furrow your eyebrows, cocking your head at him in confusion. “do you?”
he remains silent, stealing another glance at the mark across his cheeks. “it’s just… humans don’t have curse marks. i thought you would prefer how i look without one.”
“choso,” you whisper. he can feel heat rising to his cheeks when you reach over to tilt his face to look at you. the edge of your thumb brushes against the edge of the mark; your fingers gently caress his cheek. he remains still when you slowly lean in, pressing a few stray kisses against his cheeks. “i love you. and your cursed mark. please don’t ever forget that.”
an unfamiliar warmth settles itself into choso’s chest. it’s a feeling he’s still not used to - how his heart beats faster around you. he softly smiles, leaning his cheek against your hand. “i love you too.”
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pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 467
notes: part 02 of this fic but can be read alone kinda, yuuji cries, title from cigarettes after sex - k.
ITADORI YUUJI is speechless. for what feels like the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say. the world around him moves in a blur - shoko pressing her cool hands against his warm skin, removing the worst of his injuries in mere minutes; yaga pacing back and forth as he argues with somebody on the phone; a few of the kyoto kids rushing past him as they run to check on their own friends; you.
you, standing in front of him, with wide eyes filled with unshed tears. you, covered in bruises and blood and dirt that your hands will obsessively scrub off once the chaos has calmed down a bit. you, who he hurt with his hands.
yuuji can all but feel the way your gaze lingers on the patches of blood seeping into his uniform and staining his skin. guilt racks through him like a freight train. of all people, how could he have forgotten about you?
“y/n,” he whispers. you smile softly as you move to sit down on the edge of his bed. when you reach up to cup his cheek, yuuji can feel you tremble slightly. he reaches up to wrap his hand around your wrist, letting his eyes close as he leans into your touch.
your hand slips, trailing down until your fingertips brush against the newly forming scar that runs down the center of his face. yuuji’s eyes flutter open at the touch. “does it hurt?” you whisper.
“no,” he replies, his voice just as soft.
you let out a sigh, - relief, maybe? - before closing your eyes. yuuji grits his teeth, trying to blink back the tears that begin to roll down his cheeks in waves. “how can you say that?” he whispers. his voice cracks. trembling hands grip onto your own as if you’ll disappear when yuuji lets go. “how can you even look at me?”
“yuuji,” you murmur. reaching up to rest your free hand against his cheek, you tentatively rub your thumb against the newly forming bruises littering his cheeks.
“i hurt you,” he interrupts. “i lost control and i hurt you. what if he-” he pauses, glaring down at the floor through blurry vision. yuuji’s voice drops to little more than a whisper. “what if he killed you?”
“yuuji.” your hands cup his face, tilting his head upwards until his gaze meets yours. “it’s not your fault. you did everything you could.”
leaning in, you press a fleeting kiss against the edge of the newly forming scar near his lip. a few stray tears sting at your own eyes. yuuji grips onto your uniform, his hands curling around the fabric. he hides himself away in the crook of your neck as you rub your hand against his back. “i love you, yuuji.”
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YOUR SMILE LIGHTS MY HEART UP / YOU'RE MY DESIRE, TAKE MY HAND
pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 502
notes: non sorcerer jjk au bc my boy deserves some rest, yuuji skates bc i say so, slight mentions of blood, inumaki cameo, title from ZEROBASEONE - take my hand
ITADORI YUUJI flinches as you brush the alcohol-soaked cloth against the cut embedded into his arm. blood soaks into the fabric quickly, staining the previously white fibers a deep shade of red. “sorry,” he hisses, gritting his teeth at the sting.
“don’t be,” you shake your head in response, tossing the cloth to the side. it lands unceremoniously on the nearby table, right next to a small spool of bandages and a box of medium sized band-aids. “what happened this time?”
yuuji’s face flushes a light pink - nearly the same shade as his dyed strands of hair. he chuckles awkwardly, unconsciously beginning to nervously scratch at the back of his neck. “i made a bet with inumaki that i could land a kickflip.”
you bite back a chuckle of your own as you reach over to grab the roll of bandages. yuuji had become a familiar face in the infirmary, showing up with a variety of injuries ranging from deep lacerations requiring stitches to newly-forming bruises that barely needed an ice pack.
your gaze drifts to the side where yuuji’s skateboard has been haphazardly propped up against the wall. despite being no more than a few months old, the wood is already covered in a lifetime’s worth of scratches and the griptape has been worn down from excessive use. “and did you land it?”
his smile brightens. he sits up excitedly as he nods. “i did! it only took me three attempts.”
yuuji was used to pushing his body to its physical limits, uncaring about the scars that litter his knees or the possibility of broken bones. but you treat him differently; you treat him delicately. your touch is gentle as you carefully weave the bandages around his forearm, effectively covering most of his skin in a blanket of white. your cool hands brushing against his flushed skin sends bolts of electricity down his spine - an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome feeling.
“be more careful next time,” you lightly scold as you tuck the bandage under itself to secure it in place. “i’m tired of you stumbling in here all bloody.”
“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were worried about me,” yuuji teases. he stretches out his arm, experimentally rolling his wrist to feel how the bandage shifts against his skin.
“maybe i am,” you shrug. you say the words casually - as if they’re part of an already unspoken agreement between the two of you - but they made yuuji’s heart stop beating in his chest. he freezes; wide, unblinking eyes meet your own.
his breath catches in his throat when you chuckle. your laugh is a beautiful sound that fills the walls of the usually grim infirmary with a newfound excitement. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach. “i’ll need to see you tomorrow to replace the bandage. don’t keep me waiting.”
the implication of your words hangs heavy in the air. yuuji shoots you a lopsided smile. “i wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckles with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.
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Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!
I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!
something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up “ignoring” reader, because he keep blaming himself
I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? 👉👈 (i like angst with a happy ending)
WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?
pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758
warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene
notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything
part 02 here !!
shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe.
until they weren’t.
your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahito’s transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror.
you feel sick.
you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. “yuuji!”
he doesn’t have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.
“yuuji?”
he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. there’s a dark glint in his eyes - one that you’ve never seen before. “not anymore.”
“sukuna,” your breath hitches.
he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. “that’s not how you should address your lord.”
anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukuna’s jaw as you swing.
he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. “i’m hurt, y/n,” he mocks. “i can’t believe you would hit your own boyfriend.”
“shut up!” another swing. another miss.
sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like you’re an ant beneath his foot he’s pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment.
he’s fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. “does it bother you?” sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. “knowing that yuuji’s power comes from a curse. does it scare you?”
you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. “ignoring me now? that won’t do.”
sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. you’re barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall.
the pain comes hard and fast. it’s agonizing. it feels like you’re on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you can’t. you won’t.
blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches.
“pathetic human.” sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if you’re going to die, you’re not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see.
the force of sukuna’s weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. “i wonder what the brat would think of this.”
time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. it’s harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.
nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. he’s on his knees; his face hovers over you.
yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.
“yuuji,” you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-
the world goes black.
shibuya is empty.
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