Since then I've gone through a lot and a lot has changed, but I really wanted to come back to this account, even if it's pretty different than how it used to be! I hope you can continue to enjoy what I post either way. ♡︎
I enjoy Batfam/DC, invincible, lads, jjk, cod, spy x family, arcane, and a few others.
✧- I do requests but only SFW
✧- I will currently write for Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, & most JJK characters.
✧- Reqs might be a little slow, after all I am a college student with a job. Just keep that in mind! •ᴗ•
Tags I'll be using - #medorasthougts (for yapping) #medorasnotebook (for writing)
Everyone switching up on Aang now that he's older and now considered "attractive" is just further proof that people will base the entire worth of a character purely on whether they find them attractive or not.
I love the idea that some of the Wayne boys are into women who are taller than them. Dick with Kori and Jason with Artemis. Don't ask me why I like it I just do.
Being AuDHD is so interesting because what do you mean I can hardly sit through a twenty minute lecture without my brain feeling like it's being compressed but I can watch a two hour long video about the complex history of Batman without even thinking about it.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ you and megumi have been dating for nine months. you're happy. he's happy. you're perfect for each other. the only issue? he craves affection and he's not sure how to ask for it.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ megumi x fem!reader, shy megumi, fluff, very very slight angst, cuddling, yuji and nobara mention (they share one braincell).
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.4k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ sorry I haven't written in a while, i'm currently on vacation and haven't been writing. this was in my drafts so I figured I'd post it. I'll be back soon with some more. I hope you enjoy!
hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y
You and Megumi had been dating for quite a while now. Just two weeks ago, you had your nine-month anniversary together and you were the happiest you had ever been.
The relationship was very low-key. PDA was almost non-existent—the most he’d ever do in public was hold your hand and even then, he kept his hands to himself most days.
Affection was present in your relationship but you mostly had to ask for it. He’d give it to you without a second thought but he rarely initiated any form of affection besides a few hugs or kisses here and there.
To be honest—it bothered you at first as you believed it was something about you that made him not want to be affectionate but then you realized it was just hard for him to show physical affection because he never really knew how. He was an amazing boyfriend—he just had some struggles.
You were fine with this now and it didn’t bother you, knowing that he still loved you very much.
But what you didn’t know was how badly this affected Megumi. His fear of initiating physical affection was eating him alive from the inside out.
Megumi had a lot of emotions—believe it or not—but he didn’t know how to handle all of it so he just shoved it all down where nobody could find it. He never learned how to deal with any of it so it seemed like the only quick solution.
His mother passed away at a young age and affection or even emotion (besides anger, disappointment, or his father being unamused) was not common from his father and stepmother. Growing up he got the occasional pat on the head or a hug from Gojo and his older sister Tsumiki tried her best to show her love for him when she could—but that had ended all too soon.
He would never admit it but he absolutely craved affection—specifically from you. The poor boy was so touch-starved. His heart soared whenever you asked for a hug or to lay down together. And it tore away at his heart how badly he wanted to ask you for love but for some reason, he was scared to do so.
But one thing about Megumi was that he was persistent and he was going to get through this and overcome his anxiety one way or another. After all, you were already his girlfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
Right now, you were on a walk with him, Nobara, and Yuji. Shoko had insisted on the four of you going out and getting some sun and none of you were about to argue with the intimidating school doctor so you all quickly got out there.
You walked alongside Megumi while Nobara and Yuji goofed off a couple of feet ahead of the two of you, not paying attention to either of you at all. Megumi quietly walked with a stoic expression, keeping his hands in his pockets. He had barely said anything but that’s because his mind was racing.
You didn’t mind it at all as long as you were with him. Megumi’s gaze kept flickering down to your hand, which was at your side as you walked. He wanted to just reach down and grab your hand tightly but something stopped him. Why? He had no idea.
You were his girlfriend, he had held your hand before and nothing happened. So why would it be any different now? Anxiety over simple things never made anyone think sensible thoughts. But it was enough to make him nervous to simply reach out and grab your hand.
And the worst part? You had no idea. You simply kept walking with a big smile on your face as the two of you walked together.
Before he could stop himself, he just took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your hand rather abruptly, not saying a single thing as if trying to ignore what just happened.
You were a little stunned—just because it was so sudden. And he had just grabbed your hand rather than lacing his fingers together with yours or something like that so you looked at him with a little bit of confusion. “Megumi?” You asked.
Noticing your eyes on him, he just avoided eye contact, feeling his cheeks heat up for some reason. All he was doing was holding your hand! Well, more like gripping it at this point.
“You don’t have to grip my hand like that, I’m not going anywhere.” You chuckled, trying to make him loosen up a bit so you could intertwine your fingers with his. Really, you were just glad that he was holding your hand and had done it himself.
Megumi didn’t reply but his grip loosened up so you could intertwine your fingers with his, properly holding hands now. You gave his hand a little squeeze and a reassuring smile. To be honest, it was really cute to see him like this but you weren’t going to say anything about it and just decided to leave it as it was.
Holding hands—it was such a simple thing but Megumi’s heart felt like it was racing. He was proud of himself for initiating things but boy was his heart pounding.
But feeling his skin against yours was so nice; feeling the warmth of your hand against his, it was so comforting. Goodness, he loved you so much. He just didn’t know how to say it sometimes.
The two of you held hands until you got back to the school. Nobara and Yuji rushed inside, not wanting to be out in the heat anymore while you and Megumi took your time getting inside. Sometimes you believed Nobara and Yuji shared one brain cell between each other—and they probably did, to be honest.
Megumi’s hand fell from yours when you got inside, which was okay, you were going to sit down to cool off anyway.
You made your way inside and to one of the rooms, walking over to one of the couches. Thankfully you had nothing else going on for the rest of the day so you could just practically pass out on the couch for a little while.
Before you sat down, you looked at Megumi, who was just standing there looking at you. “You okay, sweetheart?” You asked, slightly confused. He had been acting odd all day and it confused you. What was going on?
Again, no reply. Instead, you felt his hands suddenly grab your waist and pull you close to him, his arms enveloping you in a big hug. You stood there stunned for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly. It was clear that he really needed this hug.
“Megumi—,” You spoke but he cut you off.
“Don’t say anything.” He said softly, “Just don’t say anything.” He breathed out, not wanting to be asked any questions right now. All he wanted to do was hold you.
With you still in his arms, he moved and sat down on the couch, putting you on his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck. It was so comforting, so nice. He just wanted to stay like this forever, in the safety and comfort of your arms.
You were still stunned that he was doing this but you didn’t question a thing, continuing to keep your arms locked tightly around him. Eventually, your hand made its way up to his scalp, gently raking your nails through his hair. You could feel him practically melt into your touch and you let out a little chuckle.
“Cute,” You mumbled, your voice could barely be heard.
Megumi let out a little huff and just kept his arms around you, his cheeks warm from embarrassment.
You weren’t sure how long you two were like that and eventually, you had somehow shifted to where the both of you were laying down, still holding each other in your arms. Megumi had practically fallen asleep, comfortably cuddled up right in your arms.
And he would’ve fallen asleep—had Yuji not walked into the room and seen the two of you lying together on the couch. Poor, innocent Yuji who could physically never bring himself to be quiet. “Ooh, Fushiguro! Getting comfortable with [name] there huh?” He said lightheartedly, thinking nothing of it. He really was just teasing.
Within an instant, Megumi was sitting up with an unamused expression, reaching to grab the nearest thing he could, his face pink and flushed “Shut up!”
Yuji was out of that room within seconds, just barely dodging the magazine Megumi had thrown at him.
♡︎ ৹ Shopping with Nobara is almost like a ritual.
♡︎ ৹ Sure there are those random moments where the two of you are bored out of your minds and have nothing else to do, so she'll suggest the two of you go out.
♡︎ ৹ But when it's planned? You'd better be ready.
♡︎ ৹ She's already picked out the perfect time, outfit, and all the stores she's going to go to. She has a plan and she's going to stick to it.
♡︎ ৹ Get ready, go out, shop, get coffee or another drink, come home. Don't disturb her ritual, it's like therapy to her.
♡︎ ৹ She's a fashion icon, what can I say? She'll spend quite a long time browsing through the same rack of clothing, finding what she likes, doesn't like, the quality, and what she can style with it that she already has. And she's good at it too.
♡︎ ৹ She's great at styling for others too.
♡︎ ৹ "[Name], this blouse would look good on you. It'd look good with your complexion." She'd say, eyeing the fabric intently.
♡︎ ৹ "Thanks but I don't even have anything that'd go with that color."
♡︎ ৹ "Yes you do. The light brown slacks you have hanging up in your closet would look great with this."
♡︎ ৹ And she was right. So yeah, sometimes she knows you better than you do. And she never misses.
♡︎ ৹ Occasionally, she'll drag Yuji along for him to be the designated bag carrier for you two. And he never complains, honestly, he's just happy to be included. And he's learned his lesson from last time to not drop the bags.
♡︎ ৹ And you can totally understand why she wants to be a model because she looks so good in anything and everything she wears. Everything from the color, the style, the shape, she's got it down.
♡︎ ৹ "Remind me how no modeling agency has picked you up yet?"
♡︎ ৹ "I'm just too good for them."
a/n: MY GIRL IS BACK <333 I missed Nobara so much, gege thank you for bringing our queen back. Hope you all enjoyed this silly drabble I threw together quickly.🩷
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y)
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ You and Suguru have been dating in secret and it hasn't been easy but it's totally worth it. So, while at a party, Suguru slips away to see you, not thinking anyone is around. But just how long does it take Satoru and Shoko to figure out what's going on?
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ suguru x fem!reader, fluff, making out (oop), you and suguru get caught kissing (losers lol), suguru is annoyed, satoru is the annoyer ™, shoko is a girls girl, yaga mention.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 2.1k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ was literally in class when I got this idea so I started writing it in my notebook. i'm shameless (hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y).
“You could have practically any girl here, Suguru and yet you keep ignoring them all!” Gojo exclaimed at his best friend. The two of them, along with you and Shoko were at a house party of a friend. And despite his flirty personality, he noticed that a lot of the girls their age seemed to flock to Suguru. Yet he ignored their advances every single time.
“I’m just not interested,” Geto replied, putting his hands in his pockets.
Satoru scoffed. “C’mon, you can’t possibly be serious. We’re at a party, have some fun! It’s not like Yaga is breathing down our necks right now or anything.”
But again, Suguru shook his head. “Knock yourself out, I’ll pass.” He shrugged it off.
Up until a couple of months ago, the two boys would go out and meet plenty of girls and would just have fun. But as of late, Suguru had just been ignoring any girls who came his way. Politely, of course, but he always made sure that they knew he was simply uninterested. Gojo would watch as Suguru would turn them away, his jaw agape. He simply couldn’t understand it.
Truth was, Suguru had been dating you for the past couple of months but the two of you had mutually decided to keep it a secret for the first little bit. You were still navigating relationships and you wanted that aspect of privacy. Suguru, of course, wanted to give it to you. But that did make seeing each other quite difficult.
At first, Suguru had no desire to attend these parties anymore. Knowing that he’d be approached by the girls there. But Satoru begged him every time, not knowing about his relationship with you. You didn’t want Suguru to miss out on the fun and told him to go anyway. So, he did. He’d just turn away any girl who’d come his way.
Especially since you wanted to keep things on the down low, he couldn’t just tell these girls that he had a girlfriend without the possibility of the word getting out to your friends.
Satoru glanced at two girls who had their eyes set on him. “Suit yourself.” He shrugged off before putting on a flashy grin and walking towards the girls.
The moment Satoru was distracted, Suguru let out a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he groaned. “That should keep him busy for a while.”
Now was finally his time to slip away—to slip away and find you. You had wandered off with Shoko ten minutes ago and he was already itching to see you again. He pulled out his phone and texted you.
“Where are you and Shoko?”
Moments later, your text popped up on his screen. “Don’t know where Shoko went but I’m down near the bathroom.”
Suguru smiled at your message—finally, he could just be with you alone, even if it was just for a minute. He made his way through the house, ignoring anyone and everyone he walked past. He just wanted to see you and he was determined to do so.
Turning around the corner, Suguru saw you in the hallway, leaning against one of the walls and his face lit up. Shoko was nowhere in sight, and neither was anyone else, just you. He understood you wanted to keep the relationship a secret but boy did it make things hard sometimes.
“There you are,” He said, walking up to you. Immediately, his arms were around your waist, and his chin was propped up on your shoulder. “Felt like I was going to suffocate back there.” He mumbled.
You chuckled a little. “That bad, huh?” You asked him with playful empathy.
Suguru nodded his head. “Satoru can’t take a hint that I’m not interested in any of the girls here. But I can’t just outright say why.” He sighed. Keeping your relationship a secret was hard—especially from his best friend.
Mr. “Six eyes sees all, nosey, and in everyone’s business Satoru Gojo” was hard to keep a secret from. Especially when he didn’t understand why Suguru was so uninterested in the girls around him all of a sudden.
There was no rule in school saying you couldn’t date other students—however, Yaga viewed relationships in school as a distraction and while if he found out you and Suguru were together, he couldn’t do much about it, he would just make it very obvious that he didn’t approve. Which in turn, would just make things awkward.
So, all of this together was the reason why your relationship was so private and secret.
“But now… I don’t have to deal with any of these pesky people.” Suguru grinned down at you. Within seconds, he pulled you into one of the rooms right by the bathroom, just so he could kiss you in private—away from everyone else, hoping nobody would come stumbling across the two of you.
Putting far too much faith that no one would, Suguru didn’t close the door all the way. Instead, he got straight to it, not wasting any time by pressing his lips against yours. You were a little taken aback by the sudden kiss and his eagerness but you reciprocated with fervor.
It had been hard having to sneak around all the time to do something as easy and simple as kissing; like conveniently going to the bathrooms around the same time while in class—or saying you were going to get some of the cursed weapons from the shed and Suguru would offer to “come help” you every time.
Needless to say, he was making up for all of the times he wanted to kiss you but couldn’t. He understood and respected your wishes to keep things private but boy were there enough times when he wanted to kiss you, no matter who was around.
His hands slipped from your back, down to your hips, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze. The only time you pulled away was to catch a breath, only for you to reconnect your lips with his moments later. With his hands still on your hips, he pulled you closer, kissing you harder.
Suguru was a great kisser—granted you had no one to compare him to since he was your first boyfriend but he made you feel alive every single time. He was the epitome of an amazing boyfriend. Respectful, sweet, with just the right amount of playfulness. You swore you could love him forever.
You don’t even remember when you fell for him but you were so glad you did.
But before you could continue, you heard a very familiar voice near the doorway, which caused you both to freeze right in your tracks. “Am I interrupting something?”
It was Shoko, standing in the doorway with a little mischievous grin on her face. You finally pulled away from Suguru, your face as red as a tomato and your eyes as wide as ever. “S-Shoko! Where—how’d you get here?” You asked, stumbling over your words.
“Smoke break in the bathroom,” She said, holding up a cigarette.
Of course, a smoke break. In the bathroom. In the bathroom right next to the room, you were just making out with Suguru in. Suguru mentally cursed himself for not closing the door all the way. At least that would’ve given you a second or two to pull away from each other and make things look normal.
“So, how long has this been going on?” Shoko asked, clearly not giving up on her curiosity.
“Um,” You looked at the ground for a moment. “About three and a half months…”
Shoko looked a little surprised. “Wow, that long? I always assumed something was going on between the two of you but I didn’t know you were together—especially for that long already.” She replied. It was decently impressive, given how strict and nosey Yaga was. Not to mention how nosey Satoru was. “And whose idea was it to keep this a secret for so long?”
Suguru pointed at you almost immediately and Shoko let out a snort at his quickness, provoking you to roll your eyes. Shoko’s eyes moved to Suguru. “And just where is Satoru?” She asked, knowing that the two of them were practically attached at the hip on nights like these.
Suguru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s occupied talking to some girls who were flirting with him earlier.” He answered, feeling slightly bad that he had just dipped. “I took that as a chance to come find [name].”
Shoko’s lips tugged into a grin as she looked you up and down; your lips were still slightly swollen from the passionate kisses you had just shared. “I can see that.” She teased.
Shoko had been your best friend ever since attending school but for some reason, you wanted to die of embarrassment. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a little ball and blip out of existence. It was pretty embarrassing when you were caught making out with someone, even if it was your best friend who caught you.
“Honestly? I’m just impressed you two managed to keep this a secret for so long.” She said, crossing her arms. “Yaga-sensei is practically breathing down our necks most days and Gojo is awfully nosey.”
“Trust me, it hasn’t been easy,” Suguru muttered under his breath, earning a quick glance from you.
“You’re not going to tell Yaga, are you?” You asked Shoko. Shoko wasn’t a snitch—you knew that much but there was a little anxiety in the back of your mind that word might somehow get out to your teacher and make things awkward in places like the classroom.
“You won’t hear a word from me,” Shoko replied.
You let out a relieved sigh and smiled but it got you wondering why you were even anxious to say something about your relationship before. You reached out and your fingers laced with Suguru’s and he squeezed your hand.
However, just moments later, you heard footsteps coming from behind Shoko and towards the doorway to the room. It was Satoru, stumbling over after hearing your voices. “Is Suguru over here? He just disappeared.” He said, his voice slightly dazed.
But his slight daze immediately went away when he saw you standing right next to Suguru, your hand in his. “Ooooohhh what’s going on here?” He teased, leaning his arm on Shoko’s shoulder. It was pretty obvious what was going on. He had observed enough, and Suguru had talked about you enough to know that you liked each other at the very least.
Shoko rolled him off her shoulder and you narrowed your eyes at Satoru. You knew it was practically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut about certain things and you weren’t taking any chances.
“Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut.” You said firmly. You almost sounded like a mother scolding a young child.
“Okay fine,” He groaned, knowing there was no use in fighting you. He could tease or annoy Suguru all day but you were definitely not the girl he wanted to cross. You were not as forgiving as your boyfriend was. “How come I’m the last one to know about this though?” He looked at Suguru, feigning humorous offense.
Suguru began to walk towards the door, your hand still in his. There was no use in trying to hide anything around Shoko and Satoru anymore, so why would he? “Because you have trouble keeping quiet about certain things.” He replied to Satoru as he passed by him. “AKA you have a big mouth.”
Shoko just snickered, following you and Suguru out of the room. “What? What do you mean?” Satoru exclaimed, following behind the three of you. “I can keep a secret! I promise. C’mon you guys I’m not that bad!”
“Name one secret you’ve kept,” You said, looking back at him over your shoulder.
Satoru hesitated as if he was trying to think of one he could say. But then he crossed his arms and turned his nose up. “Well, I can’t say them because they’re a secret, obviously.”
Although this was obviously not true, it earned around of laughs from the three of you as you returned to the party. Even though this wasn’t how you planned your night to go, part of you was quite relieved that you no longer had to hide your relationship with Suguru around Shoko and Satoru. It felt like a weight had been taken off of your shoulders.
And Suguru? He was the most relieved out of all of them.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ you and yuji are classmates and you might have a lil crush on him. so what happens when nobara suddenly notices this and drags megumi along to "spy" on the both of you when you suddenly agree to go with yuji to the theater and watch some silly movie?
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ yuji x fem!reader, fluff, chaos, overall silliness, this is honestly more about nobara being chaotic and megumi being dragged along into it. megumi is lowkey a lil hater but I love him.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.4k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ because we all need a little silly jjk content after the most recent jjk leaks. also apologies for any improper grammar or misspellings, this is hardly proofread.
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y).
“So really the theme of it is love!” You watched as Yuji, your fellow classmate, desperately tried to explain the plot of Human Earth worm four to Megumi and Nobara. Their facial expressions showed that they were clearly uninterested in it.
“Sounds childish, I’d rather spend my time on something worth it.” Nobara replied. Clearly they had two separate definitions of “worth it.”
Yuji’s eyes fell on Megumi, all big and beady as if he were begging him to agree. Megumi just scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really a big movie person.” He said, looking away as to try and push off Yuji’s plea casually.
After his friends answer, Yuji had a look of defeat on his face, disappointed that no one wanted to watch the movie with him. You knew it was something that he enjoyed and you didn’t want him to feel bad or that none of his friends cared about his interests, so you spoke quickly after seeing his face.
“Uh, I’ll go see it with you.” You said, hoping that it would fix Yuji’s sad mood.
Immediately, Yuji’s face lit up. “Really?” He asked.
But before you could even answer, he grabbed your hand and started for the door. “Great! Lets go!”
You yelped as he practically dragged you along with the biggest smile on his face—completely innocently. And out the door the two of you went.
Megumi and Nobara watched the scene with confused expressions before Nobara’s changed to one of contemplation. “Huh? What’s up with you?” Megumi asked, noticing her face.
“I know for a fact [Name] doesn’t like movies like that… So why would she agree to go?” Nobara spoke her thoughts out loud as a reply, furrowing her brows in confusion.
“What are you trying to get at?” Megumi asked, slightly irritated by her cryptic reply. Perhaps he was just slightly unaware of the possibilities that Nobara seemed to have caught onto really quickly.
Nobara seemed to connect the dots in her head. “Unless… She feels bad for Itadori because she likes him and that’s why she agreed to go!” She exclaimed proudly as if she had just solved some sort of mystery.
Megumi’s facial expression turned to one of confusion—maybe even with a little bit of shock before it fell into one of unamusement. “Are you serious?” he asked at her ridiculous notion. “She could totally just be pitying him. That doesn’t mean she likes him.”
“Are you a girl?” Nobara deadpanned, her stare like daggers.
Megumi’s brows furrowed. “What? No. What’s that got to do with anything?”
Nobara crossed her arms. “Exactly, so you don’t know how women function. I can see it in her eyes, she totally likes Itadori. And now you and I are going to go spy on them and get answers!”
“Are you crazy?” Megumi asked. “it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Pfft, says you.” Nobara taunted. “I’m bored and I know you are too, so let’s go! I need something exciting to happen around here!”
***
In the theater, you were awfully close to Yuji as the movie played. You had to admit the mad scientist was a little unnerving, even for you, a girl who fought curses every other day. So you found yourself instinctively latching onto Yuji’s arm and secretly wondering when the theme of “love” Yuji claimed was in the movie earlier was going to happen.
From the back of theater, Nobara was keeping her eyes fixed on the two of you towards the front. “Look, see? She’s holding on to his arm!” She whispered to Megumi.
The two of them (AKA Nobara and a very unwilling Megumi) had snuck into the theater so you and Yuji wouldn’t see them. Nobara had been paying close attention to you and Yuji the entire time in order to see any sort of affectionate exchange. Megumi, however, just blankly stared at the big screen, wondering how Yuji even enjoyed stuff like this.
Yuji chuckled as he felt your arm wrap around his in suspense. “The mad scientist is kind of crazy, isn’t he?”
You nodded your head. “Mhm, conducting experiments like that is psychotic.” You replied in a whisper. “When does the romance start?”
Yuji smiled. “Soon!” he replied.
Truly, on the inside, Yuji’s heart was absolutely soaring. Having you so close to him and so casually too—it made his heart clench. He had always had a little crush on you ever since meeting you, but out of respect for you, he never said anything.
He never wanted to make you uncomfortable or anything but knowing that you felt comfortable enough with him was making his absolute day.
Megumi had hear your voices and saw just how content Yuji looked. His brows furrowed in confusion. “It can’t mean anything. Itadori is always smiling.” He thought to himself. There was no way Nobara could be right about this… Or could she?
***
As the movie ended, you were shocked to see that the movie really was indeed about love and the main character had found love despite his unique and different circumstances. It was oddly endearing when you thought about it.
“Wow, I guess it really was about love.” You said as you and Yuji began to walk towards the exit together.
“Yeah! It was great, wasn’t it?” Yuji asked with a big smile.
You nodded and then felt your cheeks heat up as your hand brushed against his. But before you could do anything, Yuji took hold of it—his smile never fading. He had done it so casually it almost shocked you but you didn’t mind it. You averted your gaze however, not wanting him to see the embarrassed look on your face.
This was definitely not how you were expecting this to go but you didn’t mind. Besides… you had already been kinda crushing on your fellow classmate for quite some time already.
“They’re leaving!” Nobara alerted Megumi, shaking him. “Wait, are they holding hands?!”
In just a few seconds, Megumi attempted to get up from his seat and leave the aisle already and Nobara tried to push past him, trying to get a better look to see if you and Yuji were really holding hands or not. And then both of them toppled over each other onto the hard ground of the cinema.
Your head snapped over to where you could now see Megumi and Nobara on the floor. Megumi looked as if he were about to summon Mahoraga he were extremely agitated that Nobara had just sent him barreling for the floor and she looked like a caught kid the moment her eyes met yours.
Then, Yuji noticed them too. “Oh! Fushiguro, Kugisaki what are you doing here?” he asked, obliviously. “I thought neither of you wanted to come!”
Nobara rushed to her feet, scratching the back of her neck. “We changed our minds!” She lied, blurting out the words. “We just didn’t want to bother you guys!”
“Right.” Megumi gritted out as he got up and dusted himself off. He glared daggers at Nobara for a brief moment.
“Oh, well the movie was cool, right?” Yuji asked as the four of you continued to the exit. At this point, you and Nobara were counting on Megumi to answer the question.
As you walked out, you slowed to be right by Nobara. “You came to spy on me and Yuji, didn’t you?” You asked with a smug little grin.
Nobara sighed, knowing it was pointless to deny it. “Fine, you caught me. But I was so bored.” She spoke in defense of herself.
You let out a loud laugh. “And you dragged Fushiguro into this?” You snorted, wondering how she had even gotten Megumi out of the school and to the theater in the first place. Now that must’ve taken some convincing.
(Or perhaps Megumi was slightly intimidated by Nobara; which was reasonable.)
“Hey, at least I was right.” She huffed, crossing her arms. But then she looked at you with some curiosity in her eyes. “But I have to ask… when did you start taking interest in Itadori anyway? It feels like it came out of nowhere.”
“It kind of did.” You replied, your eyes set on Yuji, watching him as he walked and talked right beside Megumi. “I mean, I guess I’ve kind of liked him for a while but today was the manifestation, I suppose. He’s really sweet and he’s really passionate about the things he loves… Makes me wonder what he’d be like in a relationship.”
As your gaze was fixed upon him, Nobara could tell you were getting a little lost in your imagination and she knew exactly what that meant for you and Yuji in the next coming months.
Her look of curiosity immediately turned to a smug look and under her breath she whispered. “I was right. Take that, Fushiguro.”
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who practically passes out when he finds out you're pregnant with twin girls.
♡︎ ৹ He loves being a dad, especially to his little girl. But to go from one to three is a huge change and it's two more girls!! But nevertheless, he's over the moon.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who can't wait to tell your daughter about how she's going to be a big sister.
♡︎ ৹ The two of you sit her down and explain to her that she's going to have two new little sisters (in the easiest way you can explain babies to a three-year-old, that is). She jumps up and down, squealing about just how happy she is.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who spends extra time with your daughter so that you can rest. Being pregnant with twins isn't easy.
♡︎ ৹ He takes her to the park, he sits and plays with her, he puts her down for her naps and for bedtime. Anytime you're too exhausted to give her your full attention, he's right there and ready to help. Even after she's asleep, he always makes sure you're taken care of.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who can barely rest when you go into labor.
♡︎ ৹ He's going to have two more daughters. He's going to have three kids. His wife is in labor--with twins no less! So, maybe he panics a little but he tries to keep calm and make sure you get the help you need.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who cries when he hears the individual cries of both of your newborn baby girls.
♡︎ ৹ He doesn't cry often, but boy do the tears start falling. He loves his family so much and now that there are two additions to your little family, there are two more people to love. This is the dream he's always wanted. His daughters are safe and healthy, you're safe and healthy. What more could he ask for?
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who does the so-called "Hot dad walk" out of the hospital, this time carrying two car seats.
♡︎ ৹ He hears you giggling and turns around to see you filming him. He assumes this must be another one of those "tiktok trends" you try to get him to do all the time. But in all realness, seeing him walk out of there with the car seats makes you want to have another kid with him already.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who softly instructs his oldest daughter to be gentle while holding her little sisters.
♡︎ ৹ "Be gentle with them, sweetheart... They're very small and fragile." He can't help but smile big as he sees his daughter's face light up with joy. Her little sisters and her best friends are finally here. Even if she has to wait a while before she can play with them.
♡︎ ৹ And finally, Girl dad!Nanami, who regardless of the sleepless nights, the screaming, the crying, and all the other drama that children bring, just truly loves his life and his family.
♡︎ ৹ It was his dream to settle down and start a family. Now he has a beautiful, kind wife and three wonderful, healthy daughters. What more could he ask for? :)
a/n: had to do more because its girl dad nanami, obviously. <3
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y)
tag: @o-ikawaii 🩷
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who absolutely loves being a father.
♡︎ ৹ Ever since you told him you were pregnant, he was ecstatic. He had wanted to be a father for so long and he was finally getting that opportunity thanks to you.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who dotes on your little daughter.
♡︎ ৹ She's a daddy's girl. How could she not be? He kisses her little forehead before he leaves for work and she's up in his arms the moment he gets back. Seeing her and seeing you after a long day makes it all worth it.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who spoils his little girl.
♡︎ ৹ Okay sure, he spoils her reasonably. He teaches her to always be grateful for what she gets and for what she has. But whenever he sees a dress he thinks she'd look adorable in or a book she'd enjoy, he just can't help himself!
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who never misses a tea party.
♡︎ ৹ Never in his life did he think he as a fully grown man would be sitting on the floor, clinking pretty pink teacups with his daughter yet here he was and he loved it. He loved seeing the smile on her face every time. And of course, every time you see it, you take a photo to add it to the many photos of them having tea parties that you already have.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who learned how to do hair once the two of you found out you were having a girl.
♡︎ ৹ He had two sisters growing up and he tried his best but by the time the two of you were married, the most he could do was a simple French braid. But knowing you'd be too tired to do your little girl's hair all the time, he stepped up and learned how. Now, more often than not, she's coming to him to do her hair.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who just loves being a dad.
♡︎ ৹ The good times, the bad times, he doesn't care. He loves his little girl and he loves being her dad.
♡︎ ৹ And finally Girl dad!Nanami who is overjoyed when he finds out you're pregnant again and it's another girl.
♡︎ ৹ and who almost passes out when you tell him its twins.
a/n: I love girl dad nanami sm. I might do more because I just love him sm and I can't put all of my thoughts into one post.
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y)
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who absolutely loves being a father.
♡︎ ৹ Ever since you told him you were pregnant, he was ecstatic. He had wanted to be a father for so long and he was finally getting that opportunity thanks to you.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who dotes on your little daughter.
♡︎ ৹ She's a daddy's girl. How could she not be? He kisses her little forehead before he leaves for work and she's up in his arms the moment he gets back. Seeing her and seeing you after a long day makes it all worth it.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who spoils his little girl.
♡︎ ৹ Okay sure, he spoils her reasonably. He teaches her to always be grateful for what she gets and for what she has. But whenever he sees a dress he thinks she'd look adorable in or a book she'd enjoy, he just can't help himself!
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who never misses a tea party.
♡︎ ৹ Never in his life did he think he as a fully grown man would be sitting on the floor, clinking pretty pink teacups with his daughter yet here he was and he loved it. He loved seeing the smile on her face every time. And of course, every time you see it, you take a photo to add it to the many photos of them having tea parties that you already have.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who learned how to do hair once the two of you found out you were having a girl.
♡︎ ৹ He had two sisters growing up and he tried his best but by the time the two of you were married, the most he could do was a simple French braid. But knowing you'd be too tired to do your little girl's hair all the time, he stepped up and learned how. Now, more often than not, she's coming to him to do her hair.
♡︎ ৹ Girl dad!Nanami who just loves being a dad.
♡︎ ৹ The good times, the bad times, he doesn't care. He loves his little girl and he loves being her dad.
♡︎ ৹ And finally Girl dad!Nanami who is overjoyed when he finds out you're pregnant again and it's another girl.
♡︎ ৹ and who almost passes out when you tell him its twins.
a/n: I love girl dad nanami sm. I might do more because I just love him sm and I can't put all of my thoughts into one post.
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y)
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ your husband is a jujutsu sorcerer which meant he lived his life quite dangerously. as his wife, all you ever wanted for him was for him to be safe. and sometimes your anxieties got the best of you. thankfully, it was always a relieving feeling when your husband returns home to you--even if he's roughed up a little.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ nanami x fem!reader, reader and nanami are married, very fluffy, angst, kissing, very slight suggestive humor, mentions of blood, and non-sexual top nudity (male), sleepy nanami is best nanami.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.6k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ I actually wrote this one-shot two and a half years ago when I was 14 with a completely different character. but I still liked the idea so I decided to rewrite it with nanami. also this is slightly proofread.🩷
hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y
Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer’s wife was never easy. There were times in your life where everything felt calm and your mind was at peace. But at this moment in time, you really couldn’t tell if your mind was peaceful or if it was going crazy.
The house around you was quiet and your body was relaxed but you couldn’t stop thinking about your husband, Nanami.
He had quit his job as an overworked and, in your opinion, underpaid salaryman and went back to work as a Jujutsu sorcerer. This morning he had left on a mission and had been gone for quite some time. Per usual, you were worried about him, especially as the time grew longer and longer. Your anxieties were completely justifiable; you were his wife and he was risking his life, after all.
In an attempt to calm your mind, you had set up some mellow music to play and sat down to read a random book you had pulled off of the shelf.
You didn’t know how much time had passed since you had sat down to read but it was a decent amount of time before you heard the front door unlock and creak open. You closed the book and stood up slowly; only a few people had a key to your house and of course, those were the people only Nanami trusted the most but sometimes your anxiety got the best of you.
You turned the corner cautiously only to be met with the sight of your husband, who looked like he had been through hell. Blood covered part of his shirt and he was scuffed up pretty badly but luckily the blood was not his own—likely one from a curse.
He was practically leaning against the doorway for support as his body was weak from the mission. “Hey Sweetheart,” he rasped out. His voice almost sounded like a whisper.
“Nanami!” You exclaimed, getting up and rushing toward him. You threw your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go. He let out a grunt on impact and dropped the bag in his left hand so he could wrap it around your waist, the right hand supporting himself against the door. Your lips connected in a passionate, deep kiss and you were practically melting into the warm, familiar feeling.
“I was so worried about you,” You said quietly; a tear of relief falling from your eye.
“I’m back now don’t worry. I’m safe. I’m home.” Nanami reassured you in a gentle tone, moving a messy strand of hair out of your face so he could get a good look at you.
You could feel him straining against the wall, trying to support the both of you even though he was exhausted. So, you stopped hugging him and stepped back a little to relieve some of the pressure. “You must be exhausted,” You spoke as your hands found their way onto either side of his face.
“Exhausted would be an understatement, I’m afraid,” Nanami replied with dry sarcasm in his tone. But yet he still had a smile on his face—overjoyed to see you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You assured him, giving him a quick kiss before your hand slid down to his own, leading him towards your bedroom. Nanami sluggishly followed behind you, keeping his grip on your hand firm. You sat him down on the bed, not caring if the sheets got dirty as you needed to change them anyway.
“Stay here,” You instructed your husband, about to step away.
“Yes ma’am,” Nanami replied, a small chuckle accompanying his words. He was just happy to be home with his beautiful wife.
You grabbed a washrag from the cabinet and ran it through some water and added a very small amount of soap. Wringing it out in the sink, you also grabbed some lotion that was sitting out on the counter.
Walking back into the room, Nanami’s eyes were almost closed, drifting off into a much-needed sleep. You almost wanted to just let him fall asleep but figured it’d be much more comfortable for him if he didn’t have dirt all over himself.
You tapped his shoulder and he practically bolted awake, ready to face any conflict that might meet him. His headspace was still set out there in his mission. “Nanami, it’s just me.” You chuckled.
“Oh,” Was all that came from his mouth.
“You really are exhausted, aren’t you?” You asked sympathetically.
“You have no idea,” Nanami said, chuckling dryly. You smiled at him one more time before starting to take the rag to his skin, wiping away the sweat and grime on his arms, neck, and face. “I could just take a shower,” Was what he said but it was muffled by the wash rag you were currently using to wash him up with.
“What?” You asked with a small laugh, continuing to clean him up.
He gently grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his face so he could speak clearly. “I could just take a shower.” He repeated.
You rolled your eyes and continued to help him clean up. “It’s not like I didn’t think of that.” You replied. “But I’d much rather take care of my wonderful husband just like he does for me so often. You can shower in a minute.”
A smile appeared on Nanami’s face. He felt so lucky to have you. He often doubted himself, thinking he didn’t deserve you and he simply wasn’t good enough. You were beautiful, smart, kind, and as displayed right now, extremely caring. But he was all of those things too and often times you were the one that felt like you didn’t deserve him.
You finished cleaning him up and discarded the washrag into the laundry basket. “Alright, shirt off.” You said, not even thinking to ask.
Nanami chuckled a little, already beginning to slip off his suitcoat before he spoke. “At least take me out to dinner first, sweetheart.” He joked, not being able to help the small, sly grin that was appearing on his face.
You gave him a look but you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You know what I meant, honey.” You said, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “I figured you could use a massage.”
“Oh yes, please,” Nanami said with zero protest in his voice. His body was so sore and he was aching horribly. It made him feel much older than he actually was and a painful reminder of all the days he slaved away in an office practically killing his back.
He laid down on his stomach, grabbing a pillow and wrapping his arms around it, hugging it close as he rested his head on it as well. You grabbed the lotion that you had gotten out of the bathroom and climbed into the bed, sitting yourself right on his lower back with a little giggle.
Nanami groaned for a moment. “Thanks a lot, sweetheart.” He spoke sarcastically, a slight strain in his voice.
“You’re welcome,” You hummed contently. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit about it.
“What, is there something on my back?” Nanami asked.
“Nope,” You answered. “I just think you’re cute.” You said, tracing a finger up and down his back; goosebumps immediately scattering across his back. You pumped some lotion onto your hands before rubbing them together, attempting to heat it up a little. “This might be a little cold.” You warned.
Nanami just shrugged his shoulders, clearly unbothered. Honestly, something cold didn’t sound too bad right now. You began to rub his back with your hands, attempting to feel out any really tense points. At first, he tensed a little but eventually relaxed, making it easier for you to rub out the strain in his muscles.
“Where does it hurt the most?” You asked him.
“My shoulders are so tight,” Nanami replied with a little groan. He never knew why he was always so tense there but somehow his shoulders managed to be a constant burden. And he wasn’t wrong; the moment you put your hands over his shoulders, you could feel it and so you went straight to work rubbing them out. A sign mixed with both pain and relief slipped from Nanami’s mouth multiple times.
You honestly felt bad that he ached so badly. You hated seeing him in pain, even though he had an incredible pain tolerance. Whenever he was in pain, he tried to make it seem like he was fine, which ultimately made it worse because as his wife, you could always see what was really going on and you hated the fact that he did it to make you feel better. He hated it when you were worried about him.
You took a good, long look at his back. “Goodness, I never realized how beautiful your back was.” You muttered with a slight chuckle, your fingers tracing the defined muscles on his back.
“Hm?” Nanami asked, lifting his head slightly.
“I just said you have a pretty back.” You chuckled, slipping off of him and sitting down on the floor right next to the bed so you could see him eye-to-eye from where he was. “You know how much I love you, right?”
“Well, I know you love me enough to clean the dirt and sweat off of me, massage my back, and yet still call me pretty.” Nanami smiled humorously.
Ah, that smile of his. It made you fall in love with him all over again.
“Exactly, I love you a lot.” You laughed, kissing his forehead.
After a few minutes, Nanami got up to shower and properly clean himself off. You replaced the bed sheets with new, clean ones and grabbed your husband some clothes for when he was finished with his shower. Could he do these things himself? Absolutely. But you loved taking care of him because he always took such good care of you.
You changed into more sleep-appropriate clothes and then Nanami came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey, love I need—,” He was cut short by you already handing him his clothes. “Why thank you,” He smiled, leaning over to give you a thank-you kiss while grabbing the clothes from your hand.
“You're welcome, I’m one step ahead of you.” You stated with a cheeky little grin. You got into bed and made yourself comfortable while Nanami changed into his clothes. He then joined you in bed; arms wrapped around your waist and his head laid on against your stomach.
You slipped your hand into his hair, fiddling around with it a bit, gently raking your nails across his scalp. Nanami’s lips parted at the sensation, and his eyes closed with both relaxation and tiredness.
“I love you so much. And thank you. I don’t know how I would ever be able to live without you.” He whispered.
A smile appeared on your face and a burst of warmth ran through your body. He really did love you and wouldn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have you.
“I love you too, Nanami. More than you could ever imagine.”
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ you and megumi have been dating for nine months. you're happy. he's happy. you're perfect for each other. the only issue? he craves affection and he's not sure how to ask for it.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ megumi x fem!reader, shy megumi, fluff, very very slight angst, cuddling, yuji and nobara mention (they share one braincell).
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.4k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ sorry I haven't written in a while, i'm currently on vacation and haven't been writing. this was in my drafts so I figured I'd post it. I'll be back soon with some more. I hope you enjoy!
hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y
You and Megumi had been dating for quite a while now. Just two weeks ago, you had your nine-month anniversary together and you were the happiest you had ever been.
The relationship was very low-key. PDA was almost non-existent—the most he’d ever do in public was hold your hand and even then, he kept his hands to himself most days.
Affection was present in your relationship but you mostly had to ask for it. He’d give it to you without a second thought but he rarely initiated any form of affection besides a few hugs or kisses here and there.
To be honest—it bothered you at first as you believed it was something about you that made him not want to be affectionate but then you realized it was just hard for him to show physical affection because he never really knew how. He was an amazing boyfriend—he just had some struggles.
You were fine with this now and it didn’t bother you, knowing that he still loved you very much.
But what you didn’t know was how badly this affected Megumi. His fear of initiating physical affection was eating him alive from the inside out.
Megumi had a lot of emotions—believe it or not—but he didn’t know how to handle all of it so he just shoved it all down where nobody could find it. He never learned how to deal with any of it so it seemed like the only quick solution.
His mother passed away at a young age and affection or even emotion (besides anger, disappointment, or his father being unamused) was not common from his father and stepmother. Growing up he got the occasional pat on the head or a hug from Gojo and his older sister Tsumiki tried her best to show her love for him when she could—but that had ended all too soon.
He would never admit it but he absolutely craved affection—specifically from you. The poor boy was so touch-starved. His heart soared whenever you asked for a hug or to lay down together. And it tore away at his heart how badly he wanted to ask you for love but for some reason, he was scared to do so.
But one thing about Megumi was that he was persistent and he was going to get through this and overcome his anxiety one way or another. After all, you were already his girlfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
Right now, you were on a walk with him, Nobara, and Yuji. Shoko had insisted on the four of you going out and getting some sun and none of you were about to argue with the intimidating school doctor so you all quickly got out there.
You walked alongside Megumi while Nobara and Yuji goofed off a couple of feet ahead of the two of you, not paying attention to either of you at all. Megumi quietly walked with a stoic expression, keeping his hands in his pockets. He had barely said anything but that’s because his mind was racing.
You didn’t mind it at all as long as you were with him. Megumi’s gaze kept flickering down to your hand, which was at your side as you walked. He wanted to just reach down and grab your hand tightly but something stopped him. Why? He had no idea.
You were his girlfriend, he had held your hand before and nothing happened. So why would it be any different now? Anxiety over simple things never made anyone think sensible thoughts. But it was enough to make him nervous to simply reach out and grab your hand.
And the worst part? You had no idea. You simply kept walking with a big smile on your face as the two of you walked together.
Before he could stop himself, he just took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your hand rather abruptly, not saying a single thing as if trying to ignore what just happened.
You were a little stunned—just because it was so sudden. And he had just grabbed your hand rather than lacing his fingers together with yours or something like that so you looked at him with a little bit of confusion. “Megumi?” You asked.
Noticing your eyes on him, he just avoided eye contact, feeling his cheeks heat up for some reason. All he was doing was holding your hand! Well, more like gripping it at this point.
“You don’t have to grip my hand like that, I’m not going anywhere.” You chuckled, trying to make him loosen up a bit so you could intertwine your fingers with his. Really, you were just glad that he was holding your hand and had done it himself.
Megumi didn’t reply but his grip loosened up so you could intertwine your fingers with his, properly holding hands now. You gave his hand a little squeeze and a reassuring smile. To be honest, it was really cute to see him like this but you weren’t going to say anything about it and just decided to leave it as it was.
Holding hands—it was such a simple thing but Megumi’s heart felt like it was racing. He was proud of himself for initiating things but boy was his heart pounding.
But feeling his skin against yours was so nice; feeling the warmth of your hand against his, it was so comforting. Goodness, he loved you so much. He just didn’t know how to say it sometimes.
The two of you held hands until you got back to the school. Nobara and Yuji rushed inside, not wanting to be out in the heat anymore while you and Megumi took your time getting inside. Sometimes you believed Nobara and Yuji shared one brain cell between each other—and they probably did, to be honest.
Megumi’s hand fell from yours when you got inside, which was okay, you were going to sit down to cool off anyway.
You made your way inside and to one of the rooms, walking over to one of the couches. Thankfully you had nothing else going on for the rest of the day so you could just practically pass out on the couch for a little while.
Before you sat down, you looked at Megumi, who was just standing there looking at you. “You okay, sweetheart?” You asked, slightly confused. He had been acting odd all day and it confused you. What was going on?
Again, no reply. Instead, you felt his hands suddenly grab your waist and pull you close to him, his arms enveloping you in a big hug. You stood there stunned for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly. It was clear that he really needed this hug.
“Megumi—,” You spoke but he cut you off.
“Don’t say anything.” He said softly, “Just don’t say anything.” He breathed out, not wanting to be asked any questions right now. All he wanted to do was hold you.
With you still in his arms, he moved and sat down on the couch, putting you on his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck. It was so comforting, so nice. He just wanted to stay like this forever, in the safety and comfort of your arms.
You were still stunned that he was doing this but you didn’t question a thing, continuing to keep your arms locked tightly around him. Eventually, your hand made its way up to his scalp, gently raking your nails through his hair. You could feel him practically melt into your touch and you let out a little chuckle.
“Cute,” You mumbled, your voice could barely be heard.
Megumi let out a little huff and just kept his arms around you, his cheeks warm from embarrassment.
You weren’t sure how long you two were like that and eventually, you had somehow shifted to where the both of you were laying down, still holding each other in your arms. Megumi had practically fallen asleep, comfortably cuddled up right in your arms.
And he would’ve fallen asleep—had Yuji not walked into the room and seen the two of you lying together on the couch. Poor, innocent Yuji who could physically never bring himself to be quiet. “Ooh, Fushiguro! Getting comfortable with [name] there huh?” He said lightheartedly, thinking nothing of it. He really was just teasing.
Within an instant, Megumi was sitting up with an unamused expression, reaching to grab the nearest thing he could, his face pink and flushed “Shut up!”
Yuji was out of that room within seconds, just barely dodging the magazine Megumi had thrown at him.
♡︎ ৹ Choso Kamo who is absolutely clueless about love.
♡︎ ৹ He doesn’t know what it is at all but he always has that weird feeling in his tummy whenever he’s around you. And he’s obviously not used to his body yet so he just assumes that’s something everyone feels randomly.
♡︎ ৹ He randomly brings it up to Yuji—he obviously tells his little brother everything.
♡︎ ৹ And that includes everything about you.
♡︎ ৹ The way he feels around you, how captivated he is whenever he looks at you, and just anything about you. Yuji is bound to hear about it.
♡︎ ৹ So when he cluelessly mentions those butterflies, Yuji laughs and tells him “You’re so in love with her.” To which Choso looks quite confused.
♡︎ ৹ “Love?” He asks, cluelessly.
♡︎ ৹ He knows what familial love is. That much is for sure. He loves all of his brothers more than anything. But what kind of love was Yuji talking about?
♡︎ ৹ “You know, what you were describing to me earlier. The feeling in your stomach when you’re around her. How infatuated you are with her.” Yuji attempts to explain. “You’re in love with her.”
♡︎ ৹ It still makes no sense to Choso but Yuji tells him to “go for it” so he’s encouraged to at least make some sort of romantic advance.
♡︎ ৹ Yuji attempted to teach him a couple of pick-up lines or things to do but being honest, his high-schooler cheesy pick-up lines did not click in Choso’s head. So he resorted to just telling Choso to be himself, be kind, and be respectful.
♡︎ ৹ So, he does all of that. But he panics when he sees you’re getting more and more comfortable being close to him.
♡︎ ৹ He loves it but… he’s just so nervous. He’s never done anything like this.
♡︎ ৹So nervous that when he holds your hand for the first time—it's more like he’s grabbing it. He doesn’t acknowledge anything else and just keeps staring ahead until you laugh.
♡︎ ৹ “Choso, are you trying to hold my hand?” You ask.
♡︎ ৹ Choso’s eyes widen a little. “Um… yeah.” He replied, avoiding eye contact with you.
♡︎ ৹ “Loosen up a little. I’m not going anywhere.” You joked regarding just how tight his grip was on your hand.
♡︎ ৹ “Right, sorry.” He swallows hard and loosens his grip.
♡︎ ৹ When you intertwine your fingers with his—he practically melts. He’s practically passed out by the time you lay your head on his shoulder.
♡︎ ৹ Let’s just say Choso was a very happy man for the rest of the night.
a/n: another quick one bc i didnt have time to write a full one-shot. this is really jumbled together so my apologies if its not the best but I hope you guys enjoyed anyway! <3
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y.)
♡︎ ৹ Satoru Gojo who feels like a lovesick teenage boy every time he comes around you.
♡︎ ৹ He’s never felt this way before—even when he was a teenager. You just do something to him and he doesn’t know what it is.
♡︎ ৹ Your smile, your laugh, your eyes—everything about you just sets his heart off.
♡︎ ৹ But just like some lovesick teenager, he couldn’t find the courage to tell you.
♡︎ ৹ He couldn’t tell you how much his heart would race when you were around. How much it pounded against his chest.
♡︎ ৹ He couldn’t tell you about all the butterflies in his stomach that went wild when you leaned even just a bit his way.
♡︎ ৹ He couldn’t tell you about the jealousy he felt when you were laughing with another man, playfully grabbing his arm.
♡︎ ৹ He was jealous, just like some lovesick teenage boy.
♡︎ ৹ You get close and he starts to sweat. He’s nervous because he likes you but doesn’t think he could ever do anything about it. Because he can’t even bring himself to form coherent sentences when you get like this with him.
♡︎ ৹ He just stands there, stammering over his words.
♡︎ ৹ Shoko tells him to go for it but the looks Yaga gives him when he stares at you for too long scare him out of it.
♡︎ ৹ He doesn’t think he can do anything about it because you work together. And crushing on your co-worker is unprofessional, right?
♡︎ ৹ Well, it must be even more unprofessional to be in love with them.
♡︎ ৹ So, he just stands there, in love, wishing you were his, just like a lovesick teenage boy.
a/n: thought I should just try something simple but cute. although it turned a little angsty ig lol. hope you enjoyed ♡︎
(hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y ♡︎ )
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ your husband is a jujutsu sorcerer which meant he lived his life quite dangerously. as his wife, all you ever wanted for him was for him to be safe. and sometimes your anxieties got the best of you. thankfully, it was always a relieving feeling when your husband returns home to you--even if he's roughed up a little.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ nanami x fem!reader, reader and nanami are married, very fluffy, angst, kissing, very slight suggestive humor, mentions of blood, and non-sexual top nudity (male), sleepy nanami is best nanami.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.6k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ I actually wrote this one-shot two and a half years ago when I was 14 with a completely different character. but I still liked the idea so I decided to rewrite it with nanami. also this is slightly proofread.🩷
hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y
Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer’s wife was never easy. There were times in your life where everything felt calm and your mind was at peace. But at this moment in time, you really couldn’t tell if your mind was peaceful or if it was going crazy.
The house around you was quiet and your body was relaxed but you couldn’t stop thinking about your husband, Nanami.
He had quit his job as an overworked and, in your opinion, underpaid salaryman and went back to work as a Jujutsu sorcerer. This morning he had left on a mission and had been gone for quite some time. Per usual, you were worried about him, especially as the time grew longer and longer. Your anxieties were completely justifiable; you were his wife and he was risking his life, after all.
In an attempt to calm your mind, you had set up some mellow music to play and sat down to read a random book you had pulled off of the shelf.
You didn’t know how much time had passed since you had sat down to read but it was a decent amount of time before you heard the front door unlock and creak open. You closed the book and stood up slowly; only a few people had a key to your house and of course, those were the people only Nanami trusted the most but sometimes your anxiety got the best of you.
You turned the corner cautiously only to be met with the sight of your husband, who looked like he had been through hell. Blood covered part of his shirt and he was scuffed up pretty badly but luckily the blood was not his own—likely one from a curse.
He was practically leaning against the doorway for support as his body was weak from the mission. “Hey Sweetheart,” he rasped out. His voice almost sounded like a whisper.
“Nanami!” You exclaimed, getting up and rushing toward him. You threw your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go. He let out a grunt on impact and dropped the bag in his left hand so he could wrap it around your waist, the right hand supporting himself against the door. Your lips connected in a passionate, deep kiss and you were practically melting into the warm, familiar feeling.
“I was so worried about you,” You said quietly; a tear of relief falling from your eye.
“I’m back now don’t worry. I’m safe. I’m home.” Nanami reassured you in a gentle tone, moving a messy strand of hair out of your face so he could get a good look at you.
You could feel him straining against the wall, trying to support the both of you even though he was exhausted. So, you stopped hugging him and stepped back a little to relieve some of the pressure. “You must be exhausted,” You spoke as your hands found their way onto either side of his face.
“Exhausted would be an understatement, I’m afraid,” Nanami replied with dry sarcasm in his tone. But yet he still had a smile on his face—overjoyed to see you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You assured him, giving him a quick kiss before your hand slid down to his own, leading him towards your bedroom. Nanami sluggishly followed behind you, keeping his grip on your hand firm. You sat him down on the bed, not caring if the sheets got dirty as you needed to change them anyway.
“Stay here,” You instructed your husband, about to step away.
“Yes ma’am,” Nanami replied, a small chuckle accompanying his words. He was just happy to be home with his beautiful wife.
You grabbed a washrag from the cabinet and ran it through some water and added a very small amount of soap. Wringing it out in the sink, you also grabbed some lotion that was sitting out on the counter.
Walking back into the room, Nanami’s eyes were almost closed, drifting off into a much-needed sleep. You almost wanted to just let him fall asleep but figured it’d be much more comfortable for him if he didn’t have dirt all over himself.
You tapped his shoulder and he practically bolted awake, ready to face any conflict that might meet him. His headspace was still set out there in his mission. “Nanami, it’s just me.” You chuckled.
“Oh,” Was all that came from his mouth.
“You really are exhausted, aren’t you?” You asked sympathetically.
“You have no idea,” Nanami said, chuckling dryly. You smiled at him one more time before starting to take the rag to his skin, wiping away the sweat and grime on his arms, neck, and face. “I could just take a shower,” Was what he said but it was muffled by the wash rag you were currently using to wash him up with.
“What?” You asked with a small laugh, continuing to clean him up.
He gently grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his face so he could speak clearly. “I could just take a shower.” He repeated.
You rolled your eyes and continued to help him clean up. “It’s not like I didn’t think of that.” You replied. “But I’d much rather take care of my wonderful husband just like he does for me so often. You can shower in a minute.”
A smile appeared on Nanami’s face. He felt so lucky to have you. He often doubted himself, thinking he didn’t deserve you and he simply wasn’t good enough. You were beautiful, smart, kind, and as displayed right now, extremely caring. But he was all of those things too and often times you were the one that felt like you didn’t deserve him.
You finished cleaning him up and discarded the washrag into the laundry basket. “Alright, shirt off.” You said, not even thinking to ask.
Nanami chuckled a little, already beginning to slip off his suitcoat before he spoke. “At least take me out to dinner first, sweetheart.” He joked, not being able to help the small, sly grin that was appearing on his face.
You gave him a look but you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You know what I meant, honey.” You said, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “I figured you could use a massage.”
“Oh yes, please,” Nanami said with zero protest in his voice. His body was so sore and he was aching horribly. It made him feel much older than he actually was and a painful reminder of all the days he slaved away in an office practically killing his back.
He laid down on his stomach, grabbing a pillow and wrapping his arms around it, hugging it close as he rested his head on it as well. You grabbed the lotion that you had gotten out of the bathroom and climbed into the bed, sitting yourself right on his lower back with a little giggle.
Nanami groaned for a moment. “Thanks a lot, sweetheart.” He spoke sarcastically, a slight strain in his voice.
“You’re welcome,” You hummed contently. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit about it.
“What, is there something on my back?” Nanami asked.
“Nope,” You answered. “I just think you’re cute.” You said, tracing a finger up and down his back; goosebumps immediately scattering across his back. You pumped some lotion onto your hands before rubbing them together, attempting to heat it up a little. “This might be a little cold.” You warned.
Nanami just shrugged his shoulders, clearly unbothered. Honestly, something cold didn’t sound too bad right now. You began to rub his back with your hands, attempting to feel out any really tense points. At first, he tensed a little but eventually relaxed, making it easier for you to rub out the strain in his muscles.
“Where does it hurt the most?” You asked him.
“My shoulders are so tight,” Nanami replied with a little groan. He never knew why he was always so tense there but somehow his shoulders managed to be a constant burden. And he wasn’t wrong; the moment you put your hands over his shoulders, you could feel it and so you went straight to work rubbing them out. A sign mixed with both pain and relief slipped from Nanami’s mouth multiple times.
You honestly felt bad that he ached so badly. You hated seeing him in pain, even though he had an incredible pain tolerance. Whenever he was in pain, he tried to make it seem like he was fine, which ultimately made it worse because as his wife, you could always see what was really going on and you hated the fact that he did it to make you feel better. He hated it when you were worried about him.
You took a good, long look at his back. “Goodness, I never realized how beautiful your back was.” You muttered with a slight chuckle, your fingers tracing the defined muscles on his back.
“Hm?” Nanami asked, lifting his head slightly.
“I just said you have a pretty back.” You chuckled, slipping off of him and sitting down on the floor right next to the bed so you could see him eye-to-eye from where he was. “You know how much I love you, right?”
“Well, I know you love me enough to clean the dirt and sweat off of me, massage my back, and yet still call me pretty.” Nanami smiled humorously.
Ah, that smile of his. It made you fall in love with him all over again.
“Exactly, I love you a lot.” You laughed, kissing his forehead.
After a few minutes, Nanami got up to shower and properly clean himself off. You replaced the bed sheets with new, clean ones and grabbed your husband some clothes for when he was finished with his shower. Could he do these things himself? Absolutely. But you loved taking care of him because he always took such good care of you.
You changed into more sleep-appropriate clothes and then Nanami came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey, love I need—,” He was cut short by you already handing him his clothes. “Why thank you,” He smiled, leaning over to give you a thank-you kiss while grabbing the clothes from your hand.
“You're welcome, I’m one step ahead of you.” You stated with a cheeky little grin. You got into bed and made yourself comfortable while Nanami changed into his clothes. He then joined you in bed; arms wrapped around your waist and his head laid on against your stomach.
You slipped your hand into his hair, fiddling around with it a bit, gently raking your nails across his scalp. Nanami’s lips parted at the sensation, and his eyes closed with both relaxation and tiredness.
“I love you so much. And thank you. I don’t know how I would ever be able to live without you.” He whispered.
A smile appeared on your face and a burst of warmth ran through your body. He really did love you and wouldn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have you.
“I love you too, Nanami. More than you could ever imagine.”
