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[tenkasato]

My Masterlist

Welcome to my blog. Call me Ten! I am a firm believer that art in the form of writing is a good avenue of catharsis from the pressures of the world. 

Requests are currently open, so feel free to send them from the following fandoms. Need someone to talk to? Ask away. Hope you enjoy your visit here ^^

Attack on Titans / Shingeki no Kyojin

Levi Ackerman x Reader

It’s A Start

Mending You

Inebriated

I Don’t Hate You

Petrichor 

Eren Jaeger x Reader

Anchored to Where You Are

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Miss Sunshine and the Insufferable

A Modest Invitation (request)

Gojo x sorcerer!reader x Sukuna (request)

Purple Hyacinth

Handmade Gifts (request)

Shifting (one-sided love!reader) (request)

Sonder

And We Shatter 

Routine (one-sided love!Gojo) (request)

Nanami Kento x Reader

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Of Boredom and Weird Noises

Nurse!reader (request)

Senpai!reader x Megumi headcanons (request)

Itadori Yuuji x Reader

Nuisance

Kuroko no Basket / The Basketball that Kuroko Plays

Kise Ryouta x Reader

We Did This to Us (Part 1), Still Shackled to You (Part 2), Scarlet Vignette (Part 3)

Hungry, Insatiable (We Did This To Us Prequel)

Be Someone Else 

You are Strong (Kise comforting reader with depression) (request)

The Same Sky Above Us (angst/hurt/comfort/fluff) (request)

Comforting 101 feat Kise (request)

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

Removing Your Makeup

Pinning Akashi to the Wall (kabedon!) (request), Part 2, Part 3

comfort/fluff reader x Akashi (request)

Akashi x bestfriend!reader in their 20s (request)

Enigma (Werewolf!Akashi x reader) (request)

Aomine Daiki x Reader

Comforting 101 feat Aomine (request)

Nightmare (request)

anxious!reader x Aomine (request)

Hurt/comfort/fluff, a fight with Aomine (request)

Reader comforting Aomine (request)

Imayoshi Shoichi x Reader

dom!Imayoshi x reader (request)

Midorima Shintaro x Reader

Lucky (Midorima x 3rd year!reader) (request)

Comforting 101 feat Midorima (request)

Kagami taiga x Reader

I'm Home (hurt/comfort) (request)

Refuge (hurt/comfort)

Haikyuu!!

Kageyama Tobio x Reader

The King VS PMS

Other Drabbles

JLT event

Fic recs - Dragon Ball Z, Kuroko no Basket 1, Kuroko no Basket 2, Attack on Titan, Avatar, Tokyo Ghoul (coming soon)

Tenkasato name origin (ask)

WIPs (Thank you for requesting!^^)

Request/Asks

Aomine x reader (comfort) (status: conceptualizing)

Gojo x bestfriend!reader (status: conceptualizing)

Takao x reader (hurt/comfort) (status: conceptualizing)

Oreshi x reader x Bokushi (twins!Akashi) (status: conceptualizing)

Requested Sequels

Shifting (Gojo one-sided love Part 2) (status: conceptualizing)

We Did This To Us (Kise) Part 4 (status: writing draft)

The Same Sky Above Us (Kise) Part 2 (status: conceptualizing)

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the lovely, aesthetic dividers! Please go check out their works! ^^

[tenkasato]

Hello! I've been in radio silence for a long time, I know. But this is just to tell everyone that I am still here. I log in from time to time to check, read comments and thoughtful messages. I still plan to write (soonest hopefully) but as of now I can't promise when I can back to writing. Thank you! And much love to everyone ^^

[thesongstressayre]

To Be Hero X Animation/Art Styles: E-soul

e-soul was a bit tricky. the hero image himself had multiple armor designs in the same animation style so i figured it was better to compile those too. and then we have the only known face beneath the mask, yang cheng. i decided to separate them for better comparison.

anyhow, without any further ado, let's get on with e-soul

trailer e-soul. classic animation style, generously designed with bright, neon colors, flashy lightning and detailed line art. firstly, OG esoul in his youth days battling zero, followed by the armor he's more known during the esoul arc, and lastly, yangcheng's esoul. the armor itself doesn't seem to jave appeared in his arc though

we see him next in Nice arc where he was chasing after nemesis magic shadow in firm man's flashback. armor here looks like yang cheng's final armor, with the inverted triangle chest plate

next up, 3D esoul. my favorite

then we have esoul arc 2D animation style.. at first i thought it was like nice/ling ling's comic style, but it looks more similar to the art style of lucky cyan's arc. the line art aint thick, but the face shape (more later on civilian yang cheng's part) is rounder, with limbs that are proportional to the torso

ruins incident esoul... looks like the esoul arc style, but really hard to tell

going by my guess with lin ling and nice's posts, ending intertia esoul seems to be the same art style with that of the charactwer PVs. but again, hard to tell. he's too far away from the frame to scrutinize. not to mention, the flashing XD

and then, x montage e-soul

click here for part 2 of esoul + yang cheng

click here for the rest of the heroes

[thesongstressayre]

To Be Hero X Animation/Art Styles: E-soul

continuation of e-soul art comparison saga and coming up yang cheng

we have official art e-soul. looking at it closer, the sharps in his helmet looks more pointy with a thinner face shape, compared to the show's esoul in both esoul arc and ruins incident

chibi esoul!

and finally, formal wear e-soul and poll e-soul

WHEW. ok that was challenging 😂

next up, our boy yang cheng

as he was first introduced, 3D yang cheng with the innocent glint in his eyes

e-soul arc yang cheng. as mentioned, looks more like classic anime style

then we have this pretty cool shot of yang chengs eyes and silhouette in the esoul trailer

his hair btw looks kinda longer and more unkempt here. was this an original initial design? or older yang cheng?

next, x montage yang cheng

last but not the least, official merch art yang cheng!

click here for part 1

click here for the rest of the heroes!

[arctic-blade]

ぽち丸 on X: "#TOBEHEROX ロリちゃん https://t.co/L2fDyche9G" / X

[thesongstressayre]

so can anyone tell me where this shot was actually from??

like ive looked into possibly all videos of tbhx in youtube but i couldn't seem to find where this is from. this show has too many clips and promotional vids its crazy (not that im complaining, feed us!!!)

[thesongstressayre]

ok so new obsession alert but before i go into sharing everything TBHX related, has anyone seen this quick scene from E Soul's trailer in youtube? like isn't this Nice??

maybe there's really some sort of connection between him and Nice that's yet to be shown, which could've give us some light as to why he did what he did (if it was indeed him) in episode 4??

tagging @tenkasato who's been in radio silence with her fics but promised me a fic for TBHX soon 😔

[tenkasato]

I’ve never done a request before. So I’m sorry if it’s awful. 😩

But can we get a Gojo Satoru x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been best friends for so long and the reader has loved him for years but he’s been in denial of his feelings and started pushing her away. Until one night when she’s been sent out to take care of a curse and maybe gets hurt or “beaten” by the curse and he has to come save her and admits his feelings bc he was scared he was never going to get the chance to?

Dearest nonnie, there is no such thing as an awful request ^^ Sorry for the delay.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warning: minor hints of spoilers ahead

You stand proudly, body relaxed, eyes focused with such savage intensity that could literally crack glass. The gargantuan glaive in your hand shines magnificently under the glory of a full moon. Confident. Strong. Unbeatable. That's what you're known for in Jujutsu Tech.

As a special grade sorcerer, you were sent out to a small hospital in a backwater town where dying patients crumpled and laid in their deathbeds. The death toll has been rising. A new epidemic threatens to wipe out the villagers. You raise your head and glower at the culprit—a diseased cursed spirit whose grotesque body is riddled with festering boils, rotting avulsions and corrugating flesh, the scent of carcass hanging in the air.

You eye the thing with disdain, however, as you take one cautious step forward, a pair of cold blue eyes flashes in your mind. Why? Why now? Now is barely the time to get distracted with frivolous matters like that.

“You can do better than that. I’m not the one you're supposed to fall for, dummy.”

But since when did one Gojo Satoru ever become trivial matter to you anyway?

“Come on. Enough of the joke. It's not funny anymore.”

Shut it, you mentally yelled at his voice playing rewind in your head. Gritting your teeth, you twirl the glaive methodically in your hand before tossing it high up in the air. You catch it swiftly, hand encircled around the handle firmly. You have to exorcise this fiend. Gojo can come later.

You leap towards the curse, and the next thing you know, the world is pitch black.

~ O ~

You hear your name being called even before you're able to succumb to drowsiness. Bolting upright, you flinch as the door swings open to make way for Gojo to barge into your room and storm after you.

You pull over your covers as he looms over you, arms folded indignantly.

“If you want a ‘thank you’ for saving my ass back there,” you say before making a theatrical bow, “Thank you, Gojo-sama.”

This seems to piss him off even more than he already is. “What the hell were you doing there? If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't be here yapping sarcastic comments at me as if everything’s swell.”

“Please, it was a special grade!” you roll your eyes.

“Hardly. You could handle the piece of shit even with your eyes closed. It isn't like you to be careless like that.”

You drop your gaze and observe the new cuts in your hands. You feel the weight of his stare as you lightly rub on your fingers. “I have a lot in my mind.”

“That's not an excuse,” he tells you. “What's going on with you?”

Gojo’s usually smooth voice is serrated in your ears. It almost hurts to listen to the words he threw out as if he's clueless. You grapple at the thin thread of patience you had and exhale sharply. “It doesn't concern you. Besides, you already have a lot on your plate to worry about my little problems.”

“Is this still about what we talked about this morning?”

Your eyes snap towards his direction faster than you appreciate. You're surprised he brought it up in the first place, being one who always ran away whenever you broached over the topic. He treated your feelings for him like a taboo, even as he continued to openly flirt with you with every opportunity. The mixed signals drove you crazy, so you confessed having loved him for years now. However, Gojo wasn't keen to accept them even when you knew he felt the same way.

“Is it?” he prods.

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause, but Gojo immediately recovers from your caustic tone and stretches his hands. He turns back to you, a lopsided grin plastered over his face as his glasses slide a little down the bridge of his nose. “I told you to stop playing around with my feelings like that. I know I’m a loveable b—”

“If you're going to keep treating this as a joke, do me a favor and get the hell out of here, Gojo.” Your throat tightens as you feel a sting in your eyes. Digging your nails to your palms, you continue, “I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

You wait for him to stand, to walk out of the door quietly and run away which he always did anyway. Blinking back your tears, you tell yourself you couldn't cry in front of him. Vulnerable as you are now, you never wanted for him to see you weak.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Just…I just—hear me out, alright?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Earlier in that village, I thought even you were going to leave me. I’d lose my mind. I can't have that. I don't think I can take it anymore.”

Speechless, you raise your head to risk a peek at him, but his eyes are switched ahead. He ignores your questioning glance and goes on, “It's the same as what I felt when you confessed. I was a coward. I was afraid I'd screw up at some point and hurt you in one way or another. Call me selfish. I know, but…”

Gojo trails off, lost in his own musings. His lips are downturned to a small frown. You close your eyes in bitter regret before leaning towards him to remove his glasses. He seems quite taken aback with the sudden gesture, aquamarine eyes meeting yours, bared and unblemished. You reach out and touch his cheek.

“Satoru, you can never hurt me enough to keep me away.”

He leans to your touch and lets out another mournful sigh, “That's not what I meant. Our profession as sorcerers is risky. We live each day without knowing if we'd still be there to see the next sunrise. I just didn't want you to come too close to me…”

Pain ripples your expressions as you press your forehead against his. “Don't talk that way, Satoru. I can't lose you either.”

“I know.”

And he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't promise you anything, because you both know any promises said in the walls of this place were hollow and meaningless.

Gojo gives your hand a squeeze and rises from his seat. “Get some sleep. The doctor said you’ll be back to full recovery after a few days.” He heads towards the door. When his hand encircles around the knob, he turns back at you and gives you a half-hearted wink.

You start to raise your hand, but midway, your hand falls back in place. His words echo in your head, the truth of it piercing through every fiber of your heart. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, because you also knew pleadings such as ‘stay please’ were just as empty as promises. 

In the light of the recent events in manga, I felt inspired to write something along those lines. I hope I was able to satisfy the request. Thank you so much for the ask ^^

[tenkasato]

Just wanted to say how I truly applaud you for continuing to feed us KnB food for the soul. It's been dying slowly since the end of the series ): thank you!

Thank you for these kind words. I love the series, and I really hope we could get more content in the future. Who knows? We still get a lot of promotions and official new art them ^^

[tenkasato]

I’ve never done a request before. So I’m sorry if it’s awful. 😩

But can we get a Gojo Satoru x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been best friends for so long and the reader has loved him for years but he’s been in denial of his feelings and started pushing her away. Until one night when she’s been sent out to take care of a curse and maybe gets hurt or “beaten” by the curse and he has to come save her and admits his feelings bc he was scared he was never going to get the chance to?

Dearest nonnie, there is no such thing as an awful request ^^ Sorry for the delay.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warning: minor hints of spoilers ahead

You stand proudly, body relaxed, eyes focused with such savage intensity that could literally crack glass. The gargantuan glaive in your hand shines magnificently under the glory of a full moon. Confident. Strong. Unbeatable. That's what you're known for in Jujutsu Tech.

As a special grade sorcerer, you were sent out to a small hospital in a backwater town where dying patients crumpled and laid in their deathbeds. The death toll has been rising. A new epidemic threatens to wipe out the villagers. You raise your head and glower at the culprit—a diseased cursed spirit whose grotesque body is riddled with festering boils, rotting avulsions and corrugating flesh, the scent of carcass hanging in the air.

You eye the thing with disdain, however, as you take one cautious step forward, a pair of cold blue eyes flashes in your mind. Why? Why now? Now is barely the time to get distracted with frivolous matters like that.

“You can do better than that. I’m not the one you're supposed to fall for, dummy.”

But since when did one Gojo Satoru ever become trivial matter to you anyway?

“Come on. Enough of the joke. It's not funny anymore.”

Shut it, you mentally yelled at his voice playing rewind in your head. Gritting your teeth, you twirl the glaive methodically in your hand before tossing it high up in the air. You catch it swiftly, hand encircled around the handle firmly. You have to exorcise this fiend. Gojo can come later.

You leap towards the curse, and the next thing you know, the world is pitch black.

~ O ~

You hear your name being called even before you're able to succumb to drowsiness. Bolting upright, you flinch as the door swings open to make way for Gojo to barge into your room and storm after you.

You pull over your covers as he looms over you, arms folded indignantly.

“If you want a ‘thank you’ for saving my ass back there,” you say before making a theatrical bow, “Thank you, Gojo-sama.”

This seems to piss him off even more than he already is. “What the hell were you doing there? If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't be here yapping sarcastic comments at me as if everything’s swell.”

“Please, it was a special grade!” you roll your eyes.

“Hardly. You could handle the piece of shit even with your eyes closed. It isn't like you to be careless like that.”

You drop your gaze and observe the new cuts in your hands. You feel the weight of his stare as you lightly rub on your fingers. “I have a lot in my mind.”

“That's not an excuse,” he tells you. “What's going on with you?”

Gojo’s usually smooth voice is serrated in your ears. It almost hurts to listen to the words he threw out as if he's clueless. You grapple at the thin thread of patience you had and exhale sharply. “It doesn't concern you. Besides, you already have a lot on your plate to worry about my little problems.”

“Is this still about what we talked about this morning?”

Your eyes snap towards his direction faster than you appreciate. You're surprised he brought it up in the first place, being one who always ran away whenever you broached over the topic. He treated your feelings for him like a taboo, even as he continued to openly flirt with you with every opportunity. The mixed signals drove you crazy, so you confessed having loved him for years now. However, Gojo wasn't keen to accept them even when you knew he felt the same way.

“Is it?” he prods.

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause, but Gojo immediately recovers from your caustic tone and stretches his hands. He turns back to you, a lopsided grin plastered over his face as his glasses slide a little down the bridge of his nose. “I told you to stop playing around with my feelings like that. I know I’m a loveable b—”

“If you're going to keep treating this as a joke, do me a favor and get the hell out of here, Gojo.” Your throat tightens as you feel a sting in your eyes. Digging your nails to your palms, you continue, “I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

You wait for him to stand, to walk out of the door quietly and run away which he always did anyway. Blinking back your tears, you tell yourself you couldn't cry in front of him. Vulnerable as you are now, you never wanted for him to see you weak.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Just…I just—hear me out, alright?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Earlier in that village, I thought even you were going to leave me. I’d lose my mind. I can't have that. I don't think I can take it anymore.”

Speechless, you raise your head to risk a peek at him, but his eyes are switched ahead. He ignores your questioning glance and goes on, “It's the same as what I felt when you confessed. I was a coward. I was afraid I'd screw up at some point and hurt you in one way or another. Call me selfish. I know, but…”

Gojo trails off, lost in his own musings. His lips are downturned to a small frown. You close your eyes in bitter regret before leaning towards him to remove his glasses. He seems quite taken aback with the sudden gesture, aquamarine eyes meeting yours, bared and unblemished. You reach out and touch his cheek.

“Satoru, you can never hurt me enough to keep me away.”

He leans to your touch and lets out another mournful sigh, “That's not what I meant. Our profession as sorcerers is risky. We live each day without knowing if we'd still be there to see the next sunrise. I just didn't want you to come too close to me…”

Pain ripples your expressions as you press your forehead against his. “Don't talk that way, Satoru. I can't lose you either.”

“I know.”

And he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't promise you anything, because you both know any promises said in the walls of this place were hollow and meaningless.

Gojo gives your hand a squeeze and rises from his seat. “Get some sleep. The doctor said you’ll be back to full recovery after a few days.” He heads towards the door. When his hand encircles around the knob, he turns back at you and gives you a half-hearted wink.

You start to raise your hand, but midway, your hand falls back in place. His words echo in your head, the truth of it piercing through every fiber of your heart. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, because you also knew pleadings such as ‘stay please’ were just as empty as promises. 

In the light of the recent events in manga, I felt inspired to write something along those lines. I hope I was able to satisfy the request. Thank you so much for the ask ^^

[animepopheart]

★ 【Dino】 「 Danjin 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[animepopheart]

★ 【ペルトレ】 「 いずれ来るであろう未来 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[animepopheart]

★ 【Ducartoon】 「 Little Accident (2p)🩹❤️‍🩹 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[tenkasato]

HIIIII HOW ARE U LOL

so uh I love Akashi and I've always wondered what if his two personalities were twins? Oreshi (original) named Akashi and Bokushi (2nd persona) named Seijuro? And they had 1 s/o? This can be anything you like, hcs, one shot, I don't mind. Some ideas could be like their dynamic, the relationship between brothers and how s/o handles it, the difference between personalities of the twins and their own relationship with s/o? If you wanted to add a little nsfw you can as well- really anything you want

THANK YOUOUUUU❤

Dear anon, there are too many things we could cover and unfortunately I couldn't write all of them. This is a great concept. Maybe someday I could explore more and write them (such as interactions with the rest of the GOMs), but for now, here's what I came up with. Hope you enjoy! And again, apologies for the delay. ^^

Pairings: Bokushi x reader, Oreshi x reader

Having a twin could be a double-edged sword. On one hand, Seijuro was glad he had someone to hold intelligent conversations with (let’s be honest, the only mentally stimulating exchanges he had was with his brother). On the other hand, someone else knew his imperfections more than he did. For example, he owned an old, atrocious-looking stuffed donkey and hugged it to sleep. Akashi never uttered a word about it, but the judgemental looks the elder twin gave always left a bad taste in his mouth. Such things like these were blackmail material.

Seijuro and Akashi were both geniuses when it came to strategic board games. Their classmates placed bets whenever they clashed in the club. The twins both knew this. So, they would sometimes ocherstate a scripted game just so they could fool around with their classmates who bet their whole allowance for the wround. The two were just mischievous like that.

(It was only Midorima who knew, being the one who played the two most often.)

They go to different sections—Seijuro in Class 2B and Akashi in Class 2A. Sometimes, they’d be in a mood to prank people (again). “Nee-san, how about we exchange places today?” A chuckle, followed by a shake of the head. “How childish. Let’s do it.”

(This time, not even Midorima caught wind of it. The twins just knew each other so much not one person had looked twice).

Whenever he felt safe and relaxed, Akashi snored, quite loudly and ungracefully like a sleep deprived wild boar. Seijuro kept this secret to preserve the family name, but when push came to shove, he’d have no qualms using this as his blackmail material.

Akashi and Seijuro rarely lost their cools against each other. Sure, they disagreed a lot, but they always respected each other. (They absolutely adored and cared deeply for each other, pun unintended). They’d try to give way to each other as much as possible… except when it came to you.

It was Akashi who met you first, meek and thoughtful as you read a book from the library which he’d been looking for all morning. You raised your eyes when you noticed him, then you delivered him a half-smile. Akashi swore he had never seen anything this beautiful since his mother.

One day, Seijuro had not so casually mentioned about you. “I will pursue her.” Akashi had so many questions. How did he meet you? How can he be so sure about you this early, when Akashi was just starting to get to know you? But one look into those heterochromic eyes, Akashi knew Seijuro was dead set on making you his. With pursed lips, Akashi  decided he wasn't simply going to hand you over.

It was cute at first. You couldn't deny that you actually liked them and that you enjoyed their company. But you’ve heard how intense the two could be. You hadn't expected that it was applicable to them trying to win your attention. 

Akashi would gift you with grand bouquets of roses. Seijuro would bring you home every day (how is it that they have two different cars). Akashi would play the violin for you. Seijuro would write you poems. 

“They're a bit old-fashioned, huh? Akashi-un and Seijuro-kun,” Momoi pointed out. You stared at the latest handwritten letter from Seijuro, blushing profusely as you did so. You shook your head and surrendered to a soft chuckle. “Unfortunately I’m into those types.” 

No one directly confessed to you, but one didn't need those when he had been so blatant about their feelings towards you. 

You were there during the fall out. —“You didn't have to hurt them like that.” “If I hadn't, the team would've fallen apart. You were simply too weak to handle them. I had to step forward.” “Watch your words, Seijuro.”—And it had hurt you as much as it hurt Kuroko and the others. Your heart bled for them. You tried to be there for both Akashi and Seijuro, but what could little old you do anyway?

“Akashi, how can I help?” A smile,one that was strewn with grief and regret. “You being here for me is enough help.”

“Seijuro, talk to me.” He leaned towards you, head resting on your shoulder as your breath hitched. “There isn't anything wrong.”

Honestly, if you could give them both half of your hearts just to steal some of the pain, you would.

Years later, when friendships were mended, resentment vanquished, you stepped into a quiet coffee shop that Momoi showed you. A reunion with the rest of the gang wasn't something you expected to happen, but you were grateful. So grateful you had to hold back the tears when you came inside and see them bickering and laughing like old times. 

The twins were first to notice your presence. “Hey,” they both said in unison, and you had to stifle the laughter as you ambled forward. An empty seat was situated between the two, and you knew they had reserved it especially for you. Sighing good-naturedly, you plopped down in the middle and said, “I swear, you two.”

What a pain.

Bonus

Akashi absolutely abhorred Seijuro cutting his bangs unevenly like that on his own. Being the more “mature” brother, he made no comment. It was a difficult time for Seijuro after all. 

However, years after that, Akashi would bring it up, and call it his “rebellious stage”. 

Watch Akashi show pictures of said rebellious stage every high school reunion.

Watch Akashi send pictures of Seijuro's hideous bangs to your messenger 3AM in the morning.

[tenkasato]

I’ve never done a request before. So I’m sorry if it’s awful. 😩

But can we get a Gojo Satoru x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been best friends for so long and the reader has loved him for years but he’s been in denial of his feelings and started pushing her away. Until one night when she’s been sent out to take care of a curse and maybe gets hurt or “beaten” by the curse and he has to come save her and admits his feelings bc he was scared he was never going to get the chance to?

Dearest nonnie, there is no such thing as an awful request ^^ Sorry for the delay.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warning: minor hints of spoilers ahead

You stand proudly, body relaxed, eyes focused with such savage intensity that could literally crack glass. The gargantuan glaive in your hand shines magnificently under the glory of a full moon. Confident. Strong. Unbeatable. That's what you're known for in Jujutsu Tech.

As a special grade sorcerer, you were sent out to a small hospital in a backwater town where dying patients crumpled and laid in their deathbeds. The death toll has been rising. A new epidemic threatens to wipe out the villagers. You raise your head and glower at the culprit—a diseased cursed spirit whose grotesque body is riddled with festering boils, rotting avulsions and corrugating flesh, the scent of carcass hanging in the air.

You eye the thing with disdain, however, as you take one cautious step forward, a pair of cold blue eyes flashes in your mind. Why? Why now? Now is barely the time to get distracted with frivolous matters like that.

“You can do better than that. I’m not the one you're supposed to fall for, dummy.”

But since when did one Gojo Satoru ever become trivial matter to you anyway?

“Come on. Enough of the joke. It's not funny anymore.”

Shut it, you mentally yelled at his voice playing rewind in your head. Gritting your teeth, you twirl the glaive methodically in your hand before tossing it high up in the air. You catch it swiftly, hand encircled around the handle firmly. You have to exorcise this fiend. Gojo can come later.

You leap towards the curse, and the next thing you know, the world is pitch black.

~ O ~

You hear your name being called even before you're able to succumb to drowsiness. Bolting upright, you flinch as the door swings open to make way for Gojo to barge into your room and storm after you.

You pull over your covers as he looms over you, arms folded indignantly.

“If you want a ‘thank you’ for saving my ass back there,” you say before making a theatrical bow, “Thank you, Gojo-sama.”

This seems to piss him off even more than he already is. “What the hell were you doing there? If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't be here yapping sarcastic comments at me as if everything’s swell.”

“Please, it was a special grade!” you roll your eyes.

“Hardly. You could handle the piece of shit even with your eyes closed. It isn't like you to be careless like that.”

You drop your gaze and observe the new cuts in your hands. You feel the weight of his stare as you lightly rub on your fingers. “I have a lot in my mind.”

“That's not an excuse,” he tells you. “What's going on with you?”

Gojo’s usually smooth voice is serrated in your ears. It almost hurts to listen to the words he threw out as if he's clueless. You grapple at the thin thread of patience you had and exhale sharply. “It doesn't concern you. Besides, you already have a lot on your plate to worry about my little problems.”

“Is this still about what we talked about this morning?”

Your eyes snap towards his direction faster than you appreciate. You're surprised he brought it up in the first place, being one who always ran away whenever you broached over the topic. He treated your feelings for him like a taboo, even as he continued to openly flirt with you with every opportunity. The mixed signals drove you crazy, so you confessed having loved him for years now. However, Gojo wasn't keen to accept them even when you knew he felt the same way.

“Is it?” he prods.

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause, but Gojo immediately recovers from your caustic tone and stretches his hands. He turns back to you, a lopsided grin plastered over his face as his glasses slide a little down the bridge of his nose. “I told you to stop playing around with my feelings like that. I know I’m a loveable b—”

“If you're going to keep treating this as a joke, do me a favor and get the hell out of here, Gojo.” Your throat tightens as you feel a sting in your eyes. Digging your nails to your palms, you continue, “I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

You wait for him to stand, to walk out of the door quietly and run away which he always did anyway. Blinking back your tears, you tell yourself you couldn't cry in front of him. Vulnerable as you are now, you never wanted for him to see you weak.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Just…I just—hear me out, alright?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Earlier in that village, I thought even you were going to leave me. I’d lose my mind. I can't have that. I don't think I can take it anymore.”

Speechless, you raise your head to risk a peek at him, but his eyes are switched ahead. He ignores your questioning glance and goes on, “It's the same as what I felt when you confessed. I was a coward. I was afraid I'd screw up at some point and hurt you in one way or another. Call me selfish. I know, but…”

Gojo trails off, lost in his own musings. His lips are downturned to a small frown. You close your eyes in bitter regret before leaning towards him to remove his glasses. He seems quite taken aback with the sudden gesture, aquamarine eyes meeting yours, bared and unblemished. You reach out and touch his cheek.

“Satoru, you can never hurt me enough to keep me away.”

He leans to your touch and lets out another mournful sigh, “That's not what I meant. Our profession as sorcerers is risky. We live each day without knowing if we'd still be there to see the next sunrise. I just didn't want you to come too close to me…”

Pain ripples your expressions as you press your forehead against his. “Don't talk that way, Satoru. I can't lose you either.”

“I know.”

And he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't promise you anything, because you both know any promises said in the walls of this place were hollow and meaningless.

Gojo gives your hand a squeeze and rises from his seat. “Get some sleep. The doctor said you’ll be back to full recovery after a few days.” He heads towards the door. When his hand encircles around the knob, he turns back at you and gives you a half-hearted wink.

You start to raise your hand, but midway, your hand falls back in place. His words echo in your head, the truth of it piercing through every fiber of your heart. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, because you also knew pleadings such as ‘stay please’ were just as empty as promises. 

In the light of the recent events in manga, I felt inspired to write something along those lines. I hope I was able to satisfy the request. Thank you so much for the ask ^^

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so uh I love Akashi and I've always wondered what if his two personalities were twins? Oreshi (original) named Akashi and Bokushi (2nd persona) named Seijuro? And they had 1 s/o? This can be anything you like, hcs, one shot, I don't mind. Some ideas could be like their dynamic, the relationship between brothers and how s/o handles it, the difference between personalities of the twins and their own relationship with s/o? If you wanted to add a little nsfw you can as well- really anything you want

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Dear anon, there are too many things we could cover and unfortunately I couldn't write all of them. This is a great concept. Maybe someday I could explore more and write them (such as interactions with the rest of the GOMs), but for now, here's what I came up with. Hope you enjoy! And again, apologies for the delay. ^^

Pairings: Bokushi x reader, Oreshi x reader

Having a twin could be a double-edged sword. On one hand, Seijuro was glad he had someone to hold intelligent conversations with (let’s be honest, the only mentally stimulating exchanges he had was with his brother). On the other hand, someone else knew his imperfections more than he did. For example, he owned an old, atrocious-looking stuffed donkey and hugged it to sleep. Akashi never uttered a word about it, but the judgemental looks the elder twin gave always left a bad taste in his mouth. Such things like these were blackmail material.

Seijuro and Akashi were both geniuses when it came to strategic board games. Their classmates placed bets whenever they clashed in the club. The twins both knew this. So, they would sometimes ocherstate a scripted game just so they could fool around with their classmates who bet their whole allowance for the wround. The two were just mischievous like that.

(It was only Midorima who knew, being the one who played the two most often.)

They go to different sections—Seijuro in Class 2B and Akashi in Class 2A. Sometimes, they’d be in a mood to prank people (again). “Nee-san, how about we exchange places today?” A chuckle, followed by a shake of the head. “How childish. Let’s do it.”

(This time, not even Midorima caught wind of it. The twins just knew each other so much not one person had looked twice).

Whenever he felt safe and relaxed, Akashi snored, quite loudly and ungracefully like a sleep deprived wild boar. Seijuro kept this secret to preserve the family name, but when push came to shove, he’d have no qualms using this as his blackmail material.

Akashi and Seijuro rarely lost their cools against each other. Sure, they disagreed a lot, but they always respected each other. (They absolutely adored and cared deeply for each other, pun unintended). They’d try to give way to each other as much as possible… except when it came to you.

It was Akashi who met you first, meek and thoughtful as you read a book from the library which he’d been looking for all morning. You raised your eyes when you noticed him, then you delivered him a half-smile. Akashi swore he had never seen anything this beautiful since his mother.

One day, Seijuro had not so casually mentioned about you. “I will pursue her.” Akashi had so many questions. How did he meet you? How can he be so sure about you this early, when Akashi was just starting to get to know you? But one look into those heterochromic eyes, Akashi knew Seijuro was dead set on making you his. With pursed lips, Akashi  decided he wasn't simply going to hand you over.

It was cute at first. You couldn't deny that you actually liked them and that you enjoyed their company. But you’ve heard how intense the two could be. You hadn't expected that it was applicable to them trying to win your attention. 

Akashi would gift you with grand bouquets of roses. Seijuro would bring you home every day (how is it that they have two different cars). Akashi would play the violin for you. Seijuro would write you poems. 

“They're a bit old-fashioned, huh? Akashi-un and Seijuro-kun,” Momoi pointed out. You stared at the latest handwritten letter from Seijuro, blushing profusely as you did so. You shook your head and surrendered to a soft chuckle. “Unfortunately I’m into those types.” 

No one directly confessed to you, but one didn't need those when he had been so blatant about their feelings towards you. 

You were there during the fall out. —“You didn't have to hurt them like that.” “If I hadn't, the team would've fallen apart. You were simply too weak to handle them. I had to step forward.” “Watch your words, Seijuro.”—And it had hurt you as much as it hurt Kuroko and the others. Your heart bled for them. You tried to be there for both Akashi and Seijuro, but what could little old you do anyway?

“Akashi, how can I help?” A smile,one that was strewn with grief and regret. “You being here for me is enough help.”

“Seijuro, talk to me.” He leaned towards you, head resting on your shoulder as your breath hitched. “There isn't anything wrong.”

Honestly, if you could give them both half of your hearts just to steal some of the pain, you would.

Years later, when friendships were mended, resentment vanquished, you stepped into a quiet coffee shop that Momoi showed you. A reunion with the rest of the gang wasn't something you expected to happen, but you were grateful. So grateful you had to hold back the tears when you came inside and see them bickering and laughing like old times. 

The twins were first to notice your presence. “Hey,” they both said in unison, and you had to stifle the laughter as you ambled forward. An empty seat was situated between the two, and you knew they had reserved it especially for you. Sighing good-naturedly, you plopped down in the middle and said, “I swear, you two.”

What a pain.

Bonus

Akashi absolutely abhorred Seijuro cutting his bangs unevenly like that on his own. Being the more “mature” brother, he made no comment. It was a difficult time for Seijuro after all. 

However, years after that, Akashi would bring it up, and call it his “rebellious stage”. 

Watch Akashi show pictures of said rebellious stage every high school reunion.

Watch Akashi send pictures of Seijuro's hideous bangs to your messenger 3AM in the morning.