Guys I neeeeeed the below Yuta fics pleaaaaassseeeeee summer classes and internship is taking too much of my time:
Obsessive/possessive/little scary/scared to lose you Yuta on a mission with reader saying “I would die for you” when she’s in danger
Yearning/puppy love/low key pathetic for you pre relationship Yuta and reader on a mission and having to share one bed (over used but IDGAF)
Scary Yuta/tweaking Yuta seeing you get downed on a mission (not dead but severely wounded) and he goes ballistic thinking he lost you. I’m talking seeing red and my low key scary king
Training with Yuta and you know he’s taking it easy on you and kinda teasing you. I think some cutteeee fluff
I have so many scenarios in my head but these in particular are on repeat I think these could be soooo cute, sexy and just make my heart LEAP.
Someone put my out of my misery because he’s consumed my thoughts
enemy!yuta who’s tasked by the higher-ups to eliminate you
fluff, enemies to lovers (?)
the rain has turned the alleyway into a slick, reflective mirror of neon lights. you’re backed up against the wet brick wall, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your weapon drawn and pointed directly at yuta’s chest. he’s standing three feet away, his white executioner’s uniform immaculate despite the chaos, his katana resting loosely in his right hand.
he is supposed to eliminate you. those are the orders from the higher-ups.
“step back, okkotsu,” you spit out, your hands trembling slightly from the cold and exhaustion. “i won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”
yuta doesn’t move his sword. he doesn’t even drop into a defensive stance. instead, he slowly takes a step forward, sliding right into your personal space until the barrel of your weapon is pressing firmly against the center of his chest, right over his steady, heavy heartbeat. he tilts his head down, his dark bangs parting to reveal eyes that are entirely devoid of malice—filled only with a deep, consuming sorrow.
“then pull it,” he whispers, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm.
“don’t mock me—”
“i’m not mocking you,” he interrupts softly. he reaches up with his left hand, his long, calloused fingers gently wrapping around the barrel of your gun, slowly tilting it down toward the pavement. he steps closer until his chest is pressing flush against your own, trapping you between his body and the brick wall. a rare, fierce pink flush spreads across his high cheekbones, his gaze dropping to your trembling lips.
“they told me you were a threat,” yuta murmurs, his hand sliding up from the weapon to cup your face with a tenderness that makes your knees go weak. “but the second i saw you, my cursed energy entirely refused to hurt you. if they want you dead, they’ll have to kill me first. so… choose me, y/n. let’s run away together.”
His head turned rather quick when he heard the sound of your voice, a wide smile spreading across his face.
It was rather obvious how close you and Yuta were among the other students at jujutsu high.
His arms wrapped around you, engulfing you into a tight hug.
Everyone else greeted you, though Nobara stuck her tongue out as her eyes darted between the affectionate couple.
But before her eyes could roll any further, Panda had already grabbed her and thrown her around as a "way of training."
Cause I'm in love with your brown hair
His black hair fanned over your face as his arms did too. The sun was shining on his dark hair, making it look a deep shade of brown.
He was grinning ear to ear, your foreheads almost touching as you stared into his eyes.
His hair was always one of your favorite features of his, especially when you would run your hands through it after a long mission.
The way you touch me is a curse
His arms tightened around you even more, reluctantly letting go as he had to get back to training.
Though, he promised to swing by your room later with snacks to make it all up to you. How sweet!
and i'm not willing to let it all hurt
"Hey babe, what are you listening to?"
You slipped off one of your earbuds and turned your head just as the door to your room opened. Yuta came walking in with a bag of snacks, yours and his favorites.
You looked up at Yuta, your heart instantly melting at the bright smile on his face.
A/N: I got sooo many requests I wasn’t expecting that lol !! I’ll try to do as many as I can, I’m just starting with the ones that inspire me the most and I’ll probably make a poll soon to choose the next theme !! Lmk if you liked it and if you wanna be added to my tag list <3
Masterlist
Academically, he’d be a good student, not a try hard or anything, just doing well enough. He studies after class, takes notes and share them in the class group chat cause he lowkey likes the validation of being helpful to others.
Yuta would definitely take AP calculus, and somehow also be in a small photography club. I can just picture him with a camera around his neck, capturing little insects in the garden while hearing the soft laughs and stories people talk about, that’s how he keeps up with the dramas !!
Socially, he’d be pretty chill. People would easily come up to him to ramble about their problems, and he’d just stand there a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He’s a great listener but honestly? He’s terrible at giving advices.
Also he doesn’t really have one specific friend group, he kind of floats between everyone, so sometimes he ends up feeling a little lonely. And since toge moved away from Tokyo they only see each other a couple of times a month. Also I’m sure Yuta would definitely hate presenting in front of the class, and afterwards he’d overthink everything, even though his classmates are usually impressed by how calm and carefree he seems.
I know he always carries his headphones, they’re either on his head or around his neck, but somehow they’re always with him. He’s got a red backpack with a tiny snoopy keychain. He also got a white notebook, some perfume and a bottle of water cause this guy needs constant hydration.
I can totally see him having a little barista job at his uni, probably not a popular brand, since he’s really mindful about ethical stuff. So more like one of those small, niche coffee shop.
By the way a lot of girls leave their numbers on the counter, but he’s usually so focused on his job that he just throws them away, thinking they’re trash.
Love wiseeee, I think it would start with him noticing you around campus. Sometimes he’d take the same route as you just to catch a glimpse of you. Maybe you’re in the same photography club, so he’d love showing you little tricks with his camera. And one day he’d ask you do a small photoshoot. He’d be the sweetest, really and then a bit awkwardly he’d ask if you wanna hang out after class maybe grab some snacks and have a silly little picnic
Anyway, I think he’s the type of guy who’s kind of like the class Npc. He’s there, but not really noticed. He’s quiet but a bit more outgoing around his friends, my boo is overall just chill and minding his own business. And we love that lol.
The apartment is quiet when you wake up, sunlight barely slipping through the curtains. For a second, it feels like you’re alone, until an arm tightens around your waist, pulling you back into warmth.
“Stay,” he mumble, voice still thick with sleep, face tucked into your shoulder.
You let out a soft laugh, trying to shift. “I was just going to get water.”
A quiet unconvinced hum sounded out as his grip adjusts, not tight, just enough to keep you there, like leaving isn’t an option for you.
“…You can go later.”
You turn slightly, catching a glimpse of his hair messy, expression soft in a way he'd never show anyone else. No walls, no tension. Just this.
“Clingy,” you whisper.
“Only with you.”
That does something to your chest.
You sigh, acting annoyed, but still melted right back into his arms anyway, fingers loosely curling into his sleeve. “Fine. Five more minutes.”
Tokyo’s afternoon heat felt trapped behind the tall glass, the sun washing over the library shelves and turning the air thick with a golden haze. Usually, this room was a place of hushed whispers and the heavy scent of old parchment, but today it was filled with the soft, steady sound of Yuuta’s breathing.
He was fast asleep, his head resting on a stack of open reference books, his dark hair messy and splayed across the pages. He had been pulling double shifts on missions all week, and the moment he’d sat down to "study" with you, his eyelids had simply given up the fight.
You sat beside him, supposedly working on a report about cursed energy fluctuations, but your focus was entirely on the boy next to you. In his sleep, the sharp, tired edges of a Special Grade sorcerer vanished. He looked soft—approachable and impossibly sweet, exactly like the Yuuta you knew, your Yuuta.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, you reached out and began to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. His skin was warm, and he made a tiny, contented sound in the back of his throat, leaning his face instinctively into your touch even while unconscious.
Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. They were cloudy with sleep at first, a deep, hazy grey-violet, before they focused on your face. A slow, sleepy smile spread across his lips—the kind of smile he reserved only for you.
"Hi," he whispered, his voice gravelly and low.
"Hi yourself," you teased softly. "You’ve been drooling on a very expensive history of the Fujiwara clan."
Yuuta’s eyes widened, and he sat up quickly, frantically checking the pages. When he realized they were bone-dry, he looked back at you and saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands as a rosy blush stained his ears.
"That wasn't fair. I’m vulnerable when I’ve just woken up."
"You were cute," you said, leaning your chin on your hand. "You look like you needed the rest."
Yuuta let his hands drop, looking at you with an expression so tender it felt like a physical weight in the air. "I was dreaming about you. We were at a festival, and you were wearing a yukata, and I bought you this giant stick of candied fruit..." He trailed off, his smile turning shy. "It was a really good dream."
He reached across the table, his fingers finding yours and lacing them together. His grip was firm but gentle.
"I don't think I ever told you," he began, his thumb tracing the back of your hand, "but when I was in Africa, I used to buy these little sweets from a shop near where I stayed. They were bright pink and tasted like strawberries. I hated them, actually—they were way too sugary—but I bought them every day because they reminded me of the way you laugh."
You let out a small giggle," You're The ridiculous Yuuta... the way I laugh? Really?"
"Really," he said, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "They were really sugary, a bit much for some people, but sweet nonetheless. Every time I crunched into one, I’d wince at the sweetness, but I’d just end up thinking about that crinkle you get by your eyes when you're really happy."
He went quiet for a second, his gaze dropping to where his thumb was still tracing patterns against your skin.
"The guys at the shop thought I had a massive sweet tooth. They’d start bagging them up the moment they saw me walking down the street. I never had the heart to tell them I was just homesick for a sound."
He looked back up, his eyes searching yours with a quiet intensity. "I probably have three cavities because of you."
He stood up, pulling on your hand until you stood too. The library was empty, the only sound the distant chirp of birds outside. Yuuta stepped into your space, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him. You rested your arms on his shoulders, feeling the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart against your chest.
"You're very clingy today," you murmured, though you were already leaning into him.
"I’m making up for lost time," Yuuta whispered. He dipped his head, resting his nose against yours, his eyelashes brushing your cheek. "Is that okay?"
"It’s more than okay."
He kissed you then, There is a sweet, dizzying softness to it—the way his lips are plush and slightly parted, molding to yours with a gentle, rhythmic ease. Yuuta pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
"I want to take you to that festival," he said, his voice earnest. "A real one. I want to buy you the candy, and watch the fireworks, and hold your hand the whole night so no one thinks for a second that you aren't mine."
You laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Yuuta Okkotsu, are you being possessive?"
Yuuta didn’t look away. If anything, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, but the warmth there was underscored by a sudden, unwavering gravity. He stepped back into your space, his hand sliding from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin just behind your ear.
Yuuta’s ears slowly turned a faint shade of pink, and he ducked his head slightly, though he didn’t let go of your neck. The "possessive" comment seemed to have backfired on him, melting his resolve into a puddle of pure shyness, one that is so unbelievably him.
"Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice dropping to a soft, private murmur that seemed to vibrate right through you. "Is that so bad? After everything we've been through, I think I’ve earned the right to be a little selfish..."
Instead of answering with words, you grabbed his wrist and tilted your head, pressing your cheek firmly into his open palm. You closed your eyes, letting the steady, rhythmic thrum of his cursed energy settle over you like a warm blanket.
"Then I guess I’m stuck," you murmured, your voice barely a breath. "If you’re claiming your rights, I suppose I have to stay right here."
You felt his thumb pause its tracing, trembling just slightly before he let out a shaky, relieved laugh. He moved his other hand to your waist, drawing you in until your chests flushed together.
"Is that okay?" he asked, his voice cracking just a tiny bit. "If I... don't let you go for a while?"
"Yuuta," you sighed, reaching up to take his face in both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. His face was a beautiful, chaotic mess of a deep crimson blush. "You could hold me for a hundred years and I’d still ask for five more minutes."
That was the final straw for his composure. He let out a shaky, adoring laugh. Yuuta tucked your head under his chin and swayed you both slowly from side to side, a silent, private dance in the middle of the room.
He began to pepper tiny, sweet kisses into your hair, his movements so careful it was as if he were holding a piece of spun sugar.
"Okay," he whispered, his heart drumming a frantic, happy rhythm against your chest. "Let's do it! Let’s start the first day of our hundred years right here."
Bf! Yuta who notices the little things. The way your mood dips, the way your hands fidget when you’re tired—he sees it all. Without saying much, he just takes your hand, thumb brushing softly over your skin, grounding you in a quiet kind of comfort.
Bf! Yuta who always makes time for you. No matter how busy he is, he’ll show up, sometimes tired, sometimes quiet, but without fail — always there. Sitting beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch, like he just wants you to know you’re not alone.
Bf! Yuta who remembers everything about you. The smallest details you forget, he keeps close, bringing them up in the sweetest ways. A song you mentioned, a snack you liked—he’ll smile shyly and say, “I thought of you.”
Bf! Yuta who is always gentle in every touch. His hugs linger, warm and steady, like he doesn’t want to let go too soon. When he holds you, it feels safe, like nothing in the world could reach you there.
Bf! Yuta who kisses you like it’s something sacred. At first, it’s hesitant, his hands hovering before finally settling, one at your cheek, the other trembling slightly as it finds yours. He pauses, searching your eyes like he’s asking for permission even though you’ve already given it, even if you're already together — he always asks. And when his lips finally meet yours, it’s soft, almost unsure but full of everything he’s been too shy to say.
And then, slowly, he melts into it.
His hand cups your face more firmly now, thumb brushing your cheek as if memorizing the warmth of your skin. Your fingers curl into his shirt, and he lets out the quietest breath against your lips, like he’s been holding it in this whole time. The kiss deepens, not rushed, not overwhelming..
just… sincere. Careful. His way of loving you without breaking anything.
When he pulls back, it’s only barely, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still half-lidded. He looks at you like you’re something fragile and precious all at once, because to him, you're everything. A soft, breathless smile forming on his lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits quietly.
And when he leans in again, it’s even softer than before, like he’s promising that every kiss after this will be just as gentle, just as full of love.
yuta is so gentle and deeply empathetic. a little shy, but so soft and filled with love. he’s not someone who overwhelms you with big gestures. no, his affection shows through sincerity and emotional devotion.
𑣲 acts of service (his biggest one)
yuta would constantly do small things for you without making a big deal out of it. if you mentioned being tired, he’d bring you tea. if you forgot something, he’d quietly run back to grab it for you. he wouldn’t even mention it afterward. helping you made him happy.
𑣲 protectiveness that borders on self sacrifice
yuta puts himself in danger for the people he loves. with you that instinct would intensify. he’d step between you and anything threatening without hesitation. as long as he’s there you’ll be there.
𑣲 soft physical affection
yuta wouldn’t be overly bold at first. his affection would start small with small things, like brushing his fingers against yours, gently squeezing your hand, resting his head against yours when you sit together. once comfortable though, he’d become clingy in the sweetest way. his arms constantly around you, holding you like you might disappear. soft kisses in the morning and passionate ones at night.
𑣲 constant reassurance
because of his past and guilt complex, yuta tends to worry about hurting people. that makes him very attentive to your emotions. he’d check in often:
“are you okay?”
“did i do something wrong?”
but that also means he’s incredibly validating. he listens carefully and remembers everything you tell him.
𑣲 quiet admiration
yuta would look at you like you’re something precious. even when you’re doing something completely normal - talking, reading, tying your shoes - he’d watch with this soft, almost amazed expression. like he still can’t believe someone like you chose him.
𑣲 loyalty that runs frighteningly deep
once yuta loves someone, it’s permanent. he forms extremely intense bonds. if he fell for you, you’d become part of the very small circle of people he’d do anything for.
𑣲 late night emotional conversations
yuta is introspective and thoughtful. some of your deepest moments together would happen late at night, when everything is quiet and he finally opens up about his fears, his past, and his hopes for the future with you right beside him.
yuta’s love is protecting and shielding you from everything that could/would harm you, and he’s almost terrifyingly devoted to you.
