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No warnings needed other than potential ooc. I was gonna do this w the adults, but I genuinely almost threw up imagining grown-ass men acting like that
2k followers event, request no 18: After winning a guessing game with you, Rin does his cute "bleh" thing making you have a cuteness aggression and attack him with kisses.
You and Rin have always shared a love for thrillers. He leans more toward horror thrillers, while you're obsessed with murder mysteries. Tonight you have decided to watch a murder thriller and suddenly the movie night leads you both to an unspoken competition.
Halfway through, you confidently point at one of the suspects. "It's definitely him."
Rin glances at the screen before shaking his head.
"No."
"Watch. I'm telling you, I've seen way more murder thrillers than you."
"I don't think it's him."
"So who's your guess?"
He names someone else and you immediately laugh.
"Seriously? There's no way."
"...We'll see."
For the rest of the movie, you sit there with your arms crossed, absolutely convinced you're going to win. Then the final reveal comes and the murderer is...
Rin's suspect.
"...No way," you mutter, staring at the TV with genuine disbelief. "How was it him? That made absolutely no sense."
Rin doesn't answer immediately.
You turn toward him, ready to argue about plot holes, only to find him already looking at you with the smallest hint of satisfaction.
"I told you," he says.
"I've watched way more murder thrillers than you."
"And I still won."
You narrow your eyes.
Rin watches you for another second before something incredibly rare happens, he sticks his tongue out just a little.
"...Bleh."
It isn't exaggerated. Just the tiniest tease, paired with that almost invisible smug smile only you get to see.
Silence.
Instead of getting angry, your brain completely stops working.
Why... why was that so cute?
Your eyes stay locked on his face as if trying to confirm you really saw it.
Your hands twitch.
Rin tilts his head slightly, confused by your intense stare.
"...What are you looking—"
You suddenly lunge.
"Wha—"
Both your hands grab his cheeks, squishing his face together before he can react and without thinking, you steal a quick kiss on his lips.
His teal eyes go wide and you completely lose control.
You start kissing him everywhere. His forehead, his nose, both cheeks, his chin, the corner of his lips—His entire face is under attack.
"What are you—"
You don't even let him finish.
Almost instinctively, you cup his face again and kiss his lips once more but this time, the momentum shifts. It turns deep, intense and completely instinctive. Rin reciprocates this time, both of you open your lips a little and your tongues touch for a fraction of a second...
Oh my god...
You immediately pull away, both hands flying to cover your mouth as your face burns bright red.
"I-I'm sorry!"
The room falls painfully quiet.
Rin sits there, frozen with his hair messy, cheeks bright red and slightly parted lips. He genuinely looks like his brain has stopped functioning.
You clear your throat and try your absolute hardest to sound casual. "...I had a cuteness aggression."
Rin keeps staring.
"I couldn't control myself."
"...You did that," he finally says quietly. "Because I..." He subconsciously touches his own lips. "...did this?"
He sticks his tongue out just a tiny bit again, almost unconsciously recreating the same little "bleh."
"...Bleh."
Your entire body tenses.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"You did it again. You really shouldn't do that."
He looks even more confused. "...Why?"
You bury your burning face in a pillow.
"Because it's ridiculously cute."
Rin doesn't know what to say because for months, he's been secretly fighting his own cuteness aggression.
Every time you yawn, every time you pout, every time you struggle to reach something on a high shelf, every time you curl up beside him looking impossibly tiny, his first instinct is always to pull you into his arms and bury his face against your stomach or chest.
But he never does.He's almost a foot taller than you. Stronger, heavier. He worries that if he gives in too much, he'll overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. So he always swallows the urge.
But now seeing you lose all self-control because of him, it has completely short-circuited his brain.
"You get that too?" he asks softly. "...Cuteness aggression?"
You peek over the pillow. "...Yeah."
"I didn't know."
"I didn't know either."
Another quiet silence. Then Rin quietly admits,
"...I get it with you all the time."
You blink.
"When you smile, when you wear my hoodie, when you fall asleep, when you're too short to reach things,"
Your face grows warmer with every sentence.
"I just..." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "...don't do anything."
"Why?"
"...Didn't want to scare you."
Your heart melts.
You slowly scoot closer until your shoulders touch.
"Next time, if you think I'm cute..." you smile fondly, "You can always say it."
He looks away, ears turning pink again.
"...You're cute."
You immediately grin. "Thank you, egoist."
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not, I'm appreciating your compliment."
"That's... worse."
You laugh so hard you end up leaning against his shoulder.
Rin sighs, pretending to be annoyed, but when he feels your weight resting against him, the corners of his mouth lift into a smile so small that you almost miss it.
He now knows that sometimes, you really can't control cuteness aggression.
And if you can suddenly attack him because he looks cute, then the next time when you'll look tiny in one of his oversized hoodies...
૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚
it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!
“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”
his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.
that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.
but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.
you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.
“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”
“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.
you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.
“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”
“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”
“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”
he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.
he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.
it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.
you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.
your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.
so, you decide to take action yourself.
tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.
the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.
much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.
sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.
he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.
with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.
“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”
the nerve of him!
a/n: filler post sorry if the writing quality is poor i just wanted to post something💔
the idea came to me thanks to a dad sukuna fic i saw so creds to them!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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HAI um I js wanted to say i luv ur theme (from me to you is so peak <3) and esp teh witty border at the top OML zhang lurang and su zaizai will always have my heart 🥹🥹🫶🫶 OH and ur jjk writing is so peak i luv it sm heh literally it feels like a warm hug anyways baiii i hope u have a good day/night 🫶
You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.
But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.
That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.
As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.
Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.
Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.
But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.
“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.
When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.
He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.
“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.
He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.
“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”
a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.
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a/n → ok i was gna do this for the whole cast but BROTHER it took so long... SORRY?? air how blurry it is btw x ok kaia komeback is happening + im gna make this so aesthetic u dont understand anywhooo be excited xx
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