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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: Megumi Fushiguro

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Fluff | Teen Romance | Friends to Lovers

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: None!! Just cute Megumi Fushiguro <3

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: On the walk back you both get candy only to see that Megumi has a ring pop.

The sun was low on the horizon as you and Megumi walked side by side, your arms brushing now and then as you made your way back to Jujutsu High. The mission you’d just finished hadn’t been terrible, but you were exhausted enough that all you could think about was sugar.

So naturally, your sweet tooth continued and basically begged him to stop by the tiny corner shop for candy.

You skipped a step ahead of him now, happily munching on your favorite sweets, while he walked quietly behind you, one hand in his pocket and a small plastic bag in the other.

It wasn’t until you glanced back that you noticed what he was holding not his usual chips or chocolate, but a bright, ring pop being in the wrapper, though he lifted it up to open it.

Your eyes lit up immediately, a teasing smile creeping onto your face. “Ohhh!! Megumi Fushiguro,” you sang, slowing your steps to fall in line with him. “What’s that? Planning to propose to someone?”

He blinked at you, caught off guard, his ears already turning pink. “No. It’s just…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but you, “…you like candy.”

You tilted your head, grin widening. “Awww!! So you bought a ring pop for me!?” He stayed silent, jaw tight, and you couldn’t resist poking at him a little more. “Well, if you don’t want me,” you said lightly, pretending to examine your nails, “I’ll just marry someone else who does.”

Megumi stopped walking.

You barely got a few steps before realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore. Turning around, you saw him standing there, staring at the candy in his hand like he was trying to psych himself up for something.

“…Don’t,” he muttered, voice low.

You blinked, confused. “Don’t what?”

He lifted his gaze to you, cheeks flushed all the way to his ears, eyes surprisingly firm despite his obvious embarrassment. “Don’t say you’d marry someone else,” he said quietly, fingers fidgeting with the candy he has in his fingers, “when… I’d…”

He trailed off, grumbling something under his breath, before finally stepping toward you and holding the ring pop out.

Your breath hitched as he looked away, pink-faced but determined. “Here,” he said, voice a little rough. “If you’re gonna marry anyone… it’s going to be me.”

For a second, you just stared at him, stunned, heart flipping like crazy. Then, slowly, you extended your hand, trying not to giggle or squeal as he awkwardly slid the candy ring onto your finger. It was ridiculously oversized, the plastic jewel sitting crooked on your hand—but you’d never felt anything sweeter in your life.

“There,” he said, finally daring to glance at you, his blush spreading like wildfire. “You’re mine now, so… don’t joke about that again.”

You grinned, cheeks hot as you held your hand up to admire the candy ring. “Fine,” you said softly, teasing but sincere, “but only if I get to take your last name already.”

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, Megumi Fushiguro the calm, collected sorcerer who’d faced countless curses looked completely undone only ever around you.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 & 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @user-iitadori — 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐱! 𝐁𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝑨/𝑵: felt cute to do this sooo yeah!! Anyways I’ve thought about this Drabble for like a whole day but didn’t wanna write it so since I have “motivation” here it finally is… don’t mind that I didn’t do a request I’m still having my 10 request on drafts, another one coming in as it’s quened c:

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Would you please write something about Kunikida who's not used to compliments and reader who loves calling him things like pretty boy and goldilocks and sweetheart because they love how he blushes when he's called that.

𝖲𝖮𝖮𝖮 𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖫…

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Doppo Kunikida

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: None…

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Teasing the hell outta Kuni is one of the best things ever to do, now what if you enjoy it a bit too much… we don’t care, we love him!! <3

There were many things Doppo Kunikida prided himself on.

His meticulous schedule, his near flawless calligraphy, his calm under pressure. But you? You ruined him with words. Simple ones, most specifically those kinds of sweet nothings.

“You’re so pretty when you’re focused,” you said one morning, leaning over his desk with a grin. He froze mid-sentence, pen hovering above paper, back stiff as a board. “I—I’m trying to work.”

You tilted your head. “Aww is pretty boy busy??”

His ears turned pink and he eventually dropped his own pen. “I am not!!! Don’t call me—”

You just smiled and walked away like nothing happened.

That was the beginning of the end, and every time you entered a room, he knew to brace himself.

“Good morning, Goldilocks!!”

“I brewed your tea, sweetheart.”

“Is that a new tie? Looks good on you, pretty boy.”

Every time, without fail he short-circuited.

“Can you please stop with the pet names?” he muttered one afternoon, his glasses fogged as he buried himself in paperwork.

You leaned closer across his desk, voice soft with mischief.

“…But you blush every time I say them, plus they suit you and might as well let it be worth it to see you blush.”

His face immediately proved your point, though he didn’t want to admit it, but you had taken up a… specific section in his beloved notebook.

He titled the page discreetly, “Strategic De-escalation of Disruptive Behavior: Y/N L/N”

Underneath it were bullet points ‘surprised that he even made a topic just for you specifically,’ that read

Avoid extended eye contact.

Maintain professional tone.

Do NOT react to flattery!!

(Note: Does “sweetheart” count as flattery or harassment?)

Must not allow pet names to affect work efficiency.

Must. Not. Blush.

He failed every time

“Is Kunikida blushing again??!!” Dazai once ask loudly.

You, entirely too proud of yourself, would respond. “Oh? Sorry, I might’ve called him pretty again.” Ranpo snorted from across the room.

Atsushi quietly whispered to Kyoka, “I think they’re cute together.” Meanwhile Kunikida? Visibly vibrating with suppressed emotion.

One day the office was quiet. Sunlight poured in golden through the windows. You leaned on his desk again, chin resting on your hand. “Kunikida.”

He sighed, eyes still scanning his papers. “Yes, Y/N?”

“You’re like soooo beautiful.” His pen stopped moving.

“I—” He sat up straighter. “That’s unnecessary. Why must you always—?”

“Because it’s true,” you said simply. “And because you look really cute when your ears turn red.” He blinked at you, completely stunned.

“…You genuinely mean that?” He murmured out softly, still stunned. You smiled softer this time. Not teasing. Not joking.

“Yes. I do.”

Kunikida looked at you for a long moment. Like he was flipping through the pages of his own thoughts, searching for the right line to say back.

“…You’re beautiful too,” he finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked.

He blushed harder than you’d ever seen him blush.

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Sorry this took months… ignore that I just did it! I’m also very sorry it’s short?!

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𝖡𝖴𝖡𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖦𝖴𝖬 — 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖬𝖨 𝖥𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖮

Megumi Fushiguro had never liked sweets, no not really. He always said the sugar made his teeth ache and the smell gave him a headache.

But then you offered him one day a piece of pink bubblegum with a casual, “Try it, just once. For me?”

And like a fool, he did.

Chewed it silently, pretending not to like it. Pretending that the taste didn’t linger in a way that made him think of you every time.

Now he buys his own packs. Keeps them hidden in his jacket pocket. Though people started noticing.

“Fushiguro, since when do you chew gum?”

“Didn’t take you for the type.”

He never answered. Just pressed his tongue against the sweet, artificial flavor and thought of you. The real problem started when you handed him that little paper heart.

Folded neatly from the gum wrapper, soft and careful, pressed into his palm like it meant nothing.

Ooh but he knew it did.

And when you gave him another. And another. He always kept them all.

Tucked away in a tiny Altoids tin under his bed, where no one could see them.

Where only he would know. He didn’t fall in love through flowers or grand gestures. He fell in love through bubblegum.

Sticky, sweet, unexpected, and very much entirely your fault. But he’ll never admit it.

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I feel weird posting here, but here is another post!! There was another request but I’ll finish it!! Anyways if you like this you can read more in my main account!! @user-iitadori

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𝓨ou’re 𝓛ucky, 𝓨ou’re 𝓒ute - Chuuya. N

You weren’t even trying to be a menace.

At least, not on purpose.

But you’re standing outside the fourth boutique in a row, still sipping your boba like you hadn’t just handed your sixth shopping bag off to your redheaded best friend like he was your personal assistant.

And Chuuya

He’s suffering. Internally.

The man is a walking collection of designer rage—Balenciaga fury and Givenchy blushing.

“Remind me again why I’m carrying all your stuff?”

You bat your lashes up at him sweetly. “Because you’re the man?”

He scoffs. Loudly. Dramatically. But he’s holding the bags tighter, adjusting the straps to be more comfortable across his wrist. He likes it.

And you know it.

“Just ‘cause I’m the man doesn’t mean I’m your shopping cart, dumbass,” he mutters.

You giggle, sipping again. “But you’re such a stylish shopping cart. I mean, Prada trench coat? Leather gloves? You’re basically luxury packaging.”

He turns red. Not just in the ears—full cheeks, down to the collar.

“Tch… shut up…” he hisses.

You’re still grinning when your eyes land on the real prize. His hat.

You get an idea.

You reach—which makes him raise an eyebrow at first, until your fingers graze the brim of his fedora. His eyes widen. Too late.

“Hey—!”

You tug it off his head and plop it on yours, clearly too big and a little lopsided.

He freezes.

No quips. No insults. Just stunned silence.

“…What?” you blink.

“You look—”

He looks away fast, jaw clenched, shoulders rising slightly.

“—dumb,” he finishes, clearly lying through his damn teeth.

You laugh. “Do I look like this when I’m being cool and scary?”

You deepen your voice and put your hand on your hip.

“‘Oi, dumbass, I’m Chuuya Nakahara, I wear long coats and beat up idiots for breakfast!’”

He whips around, face completely red, mouth agape.

“I do NOT sound like that—!”

“You kinda do,” you tease, twirling in his hat, letting the brim tilt over one eye. “C’mon, boss man, hold my bags like a gentleman~”

He glares. “I am holding your bags.”

You wink. “Exactly. So you are the man.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

“…You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbles.

You pause. “What was that?”

“NOTHING. GIVE ME BACK MY HAT.”

You run.

He chases.

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Sorry I haven’t posted but here is something to make you forget it!! Anyways follow my main @user-iitadori

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𝓝ot 𝓞n 𝓛ive - Satoru. G

The match had just started when Gojo felt your legs swing off his bed.

He didn’t think anything of it—his focus locked on the Call of Duty lobby, headset perfectly snug, mic unmuted, camera on and angled just right. The lighting behind him pulsed blue and purple, casting soft shadows across his sharp jaw and loose white shirt.

Behind the scenes? You padded barefoot across the room in nothing but one of his oversized hoodies.

He saw you out of the corner of his eye but didn’t dare look away from his screen.

“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered into his mic, as much to you as to his teammate.

You ignored the warning completely, arms sliding around his shoulders as you leaned down, soft lips pressing against the side of his neck.

“Thought you said we were gonna hang out,” you whispered, breath warm.

Gojo tensed for just a second. Then cleared his throat. “We are—I’m hanging out with my boys and carrying the team.”

You hummed and bit down gently on his neck.

He twitched.

“yo he just flinched???”

“is he—was that a moan?”

“PAUSE.”

“nah someone’s kissing on him rn idc”

“WHERE IS Y/N. I KNOW SHE THERE.”

He tried to act normal. He really did. But his knuckles were white on the mouse, jaw clenched, one leg bouncing slightly.

You whispered again, teasing: “You sure you wanna play this game, baby?”

“Y/N,” he warned lowly, eyes still glued to the monitor. “Don’t.”

But you were already kneeling.

The second your hands slid along his thighs and disappeared under the desk, he went still.

Dead silent.

One blink. Two.

Then—

“no fucking way.”

“NO WAY SHE JUST WENT UNDER—”

“HE’S FROZEN LOOK AT HIM LMFAOO”

“this mf boutta ascend”

“mfs really live streaming their own downfall these days huh”

“chat shh let bro focus. he fighting for his life rn 💀”

Gojo let out a choked sound halfway between a laugh and a whimper as you dragged your nails up his inner thigh. His head tipped back just slightly.

“You’re evil,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

You just smirked, voice purring from below, “You’re still losing, by the way.”

His voice cracked on the next callout.

“Y-Yeah—behind the truck—uh, fuck—B-side, I think—”

“B-side of what, king 😭😭”

“i know that’s not the game he talkin bout”

“bro his eyes not even open anymore istg”

“BLOWN COVER. LITERALLY.”

“we all hearing him fall apart live rn”

“get ur girl bro before u get banned 😭😭😭”

Gojo finally reached for his keyboard, slamming the mute key on his mic same with his camera.

Didn’t matter anymore.

Because the expression on his face said it all.

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Okay so just to let you know, Gojo is a live-streamer and is streaming live with his friends, my friend asked for this specific request so here, I was too shy to post it on my main tho but @bakusmoker is my main, anyways this was shitty but it’s wtv

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𝓙ealous 𝓜uch? - Dabi

The house is packed, the bass is thumping, and the tension in your chest is sharp enough to cut glass.

You knew exactly what you were doing—leaning against the kitchen counter, laughing at whatever that random guy was saying, letting your fingers brush his forearm just a little too long. You could feel it—Dabi’s stare, slicing through the crowd like fire.

Now?

You’re shoved up against the locked bathroom door, dress yanked down, one hand between your thighs and the other gripping the sink edge like your life depends on it. Dabi’s behind you, low growl in his throat, pants already around his thighs, cock out and throbbing against your entrance.

“You really tryna piss me off tonight, huh?” he hisses, grinding against your dripping heat. “Talkin’ to some fuckin’ extra in front of me like that? Laughin’ like he was funny?”

He drags the head of his cock through your folds, soaking in how ready you are for him—even after acting out.

“I didn’t touch him,” you breathe out, smug.

Wrong answer.

His hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back, lips brushing your ear.

“That why your pussy’s beggin’ for me right now?” he snarls. “You walk around like a fuckin’ tease, but we both know who owns this.”

He slams into you in one rough thrust—no warning—and you gasp, nearly knocking your head against the mirror. His pace is relentless, punishing, one hand bruising your hip and the other sliding under your dress to squeeze your throat.

“Bet you thought I wouldn’t do shit, huh?” he growls. “Thought you could flirt and I’d let it slide?”

You can barely breathe—the hand around your neck, the sound of your slick between each thrust, your cunt tightening fast around him. He’s everywhere—teeth, voice, hands—marking your skin like you’re his canvas and he’s painting in bruises and scratches.

“Say my name,” he hisses. “Louder.”

You moan, half-broken, “D-Dabi—”

“No. Louder. Say it like you fuckin’ mean it. Like you want every guy at this party to know who fucked you stupid in the goddamn bathroom.”

Your knees buckle. You moan his name again—louder, filthier—and he laughs low in your ear, cock twitching inside you.

“Yeah. That’s it,” he growls. “You don’t need anyone else. Just me. Just this dick.”

He doesn’t stop—one hand now sliding down to rub your clit in messy circles, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, gasping his name like a chant.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants. “Fuck, you’ll be dripping down your thighs before we even make it to the door.”

You cry out—coming hard, clenching around him—and that’s all it takes.

He bites your shoulder as he spills inside you, groaning like a curse, grinding in deep so nothing escapes. His fingers smear the mess between your legs as he keeps you against the sink, still twitching from the aftershocks.

Then he leans in, breath hot against your ear, and whispers:

“Next time you wanna play games in public… remember who always wins.”

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𝓐ccidents - Ranpo. E

“Stay still.”

His voice was just above a whisper, almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The shadows of the building stretched long behind you, and footsteps echoed just around the corner.

You nodded without speaking, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Ranpo behind a rusted stack of crates. His breath was warm against your cheek, and his hand rested lightly on your arm to keep you steady.

This wasn’t supposed to go this wrong. You were supposed to be in and out, just surveillance—but someone had tipped them off. Now you were hiding, cornered with the Agency’s so-called greatest detective, heart hammering in your chest while he looked way too calm.

Except… he wasn’t.

You saw it in the way his fingers gripped tighter when the footsteps got closer. You saw it in the way his eyes flicked toward you, hesitant.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t freak out.”

“What—?” you began, barely whispering the word, but then—

His hands cupped your face. Gentle. Quick. Nervous.

And then Ranpo kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect. His lips brushed yours with a jolt of adrenaline and uncertainty, and you gasped in surprise. He pulled back just as quickly, his eyes wide with something between panic and regret.

The footsteps faded. Whoever was searching had moved on.

But you didn’t move. Neither did he.

“…Wh-What was that?!” you finally blurted out, voice a rushed whisper, face burning hot.

“I—I don’t know!” Ranpo hissed, also clearly panicking. “I panicked! I thought maybe—y’know, they’d think we were just two people… being gross in a corner or something—shut up, don’t look at me like that!”

“I wasn’t looking at you like anything!” you said, hiding your face in your hands. “Why would I—why would you—?!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he muttered, now looking anywhere but at you. He was so red, even his ears had gone pink. “It worked, so… no one died, so… yay me.”

“…You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back!” he snapped—then immediately turned paler than a ghost. “I-I mean—I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I just—observational statement! Detective stuff! N-not that I analyze your lips or anything—”

You let out a soft, strangled laugh, cheeks burning.

There was a long pause before Ranpo, still red, quietly added, “I didn’t hate it.”

“…Me neither,” you whispered.

You didn’t look at each other for the next twenty minutes. Not until the rest of the team arrived.

And even then, when Dazai smirked and asked why you two were standing so far apart while refusing to make eye contact, Ranpo just shoved a Pocky stick in his mouth and said, “Shut up. This mission sucked.”

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𝓗onest 𝓒onfession - Chuuya. N

The night was quiet, the kind that settled over Yokohama like a velvet blanket after chaos. You and Chuuya had wrapped up another messy job—clean, quick, efficient. Classic Port Mafia business, the kind only the two of you could pull off without leaving a single trace.

Now you were at his apartment, as always, sharing a drink or three. Chuuya sat on the couch, his coat tossed aside, shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair messier than usual. His cheeks were pink—half from the wine, half from the way he kept glancing your way and then quickly away again.

You took another sip, stretching your legs out beside his. “You okay? You’ve been quiet. Weird quiet. Not your usual loud, dramatic self.”

He scowled, which only made him look more adorable than intimidating. “Tch. I’m not dramatic.”

You smirked. “Says the man who almost flipped a table when they were out of Bordeaux.”

“I have standards, damn it.” He drained his glass with a huff, then set it down a bit harder than necessary. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You raised a brow, chuckling. “What, like as a partner?”

Chuuya’s head lolled slightly as he turned toward you. “No. Like—I like you, idiot. Not just as a partner. As in, I’ve been in love with you for months and I think about kissing you way too often and it’s driving me crazy every time you smile at someone else.”

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

And laughed. “Okay, okay, now you’re drunk.”

“I am drunk,” Chuuya grumbled, tipping his head back against the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

You turned to face him fully, only now seeing the deep flush across his cheeks—far beyond the usual wine-blush. His gaze, even lidded with tipsy haze, was serious. Vulnerable.

Your breath caught.

“…You’re serious.”

Chuuya groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “Of course I’m serious. I don’t say this kinda crap unless I mean it. Especially not with you.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling very warm. “You could’ve picked a better time, you know. Like… not when you’re three glasses in and slurring.”

“But then I’d never say it,” he mumbled, voice softer now. “’Cause I’m a damn coward when I’m sober.”

You bit your lip, then reached out, gently touching his hand.

“…You’re an idiot.”

He glanced at you sideways. “Yeah?”

You smiled, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah. But you’re my idiot.”

And even through his wine-blurred vision, Chuuya lit up like the sunrise.

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𝓗oodie 𝓢trings - Yuji. I

You spotted him near the courtyard, sipping something from a juice box and spacing out in the afternoon sun.Yuji, the boy who made your heart race with just a crooked grin. You told yourself you’re just going to say hi, that’s all—simple, easy.

But of course, it wasn’t simple. Nothing was ever simple when your cheeks went up in flames just from looking at him.

You approached slowly, heartbeat thudding in your ears. “H-Hey, Yuji…”

He blinked and turned to face you. “Hm?”

You froze for half a second—his eyes met yours, and you swear your knees almost gave out. No backing out now.

“I, um…” You fiddled with your sleeves. “I like your hoodie. It looks really warm on you…”

His entire body tensed. “!!”

His eyes shot wide open, a beat of panic hitting him like a truck.

She LIKES my hoodie?? She THINKS I look warm?? Is that flirting? Is it CUTE? What do I do?!?

Yuji didn’t say anything. Instead, in pure panic, he grabbed both hoodie strings and began aggressively pulling.

You blinked as the hood closed in around his face like a self-defense mechanism. The more flustered he got, the tighter he pulled, strings squeaking against the fabric as his head practically disappeared.

“Mmm—uh—th-thank you!!” he mumbled through the shrinking hole of his hoodie.

His voice was high-pitched, almost a squeak, and you could barely make out his pink-tinted nose and furiously blushing eyes.

Your eyes widened, and your face went redder than it had ever gone in your life.

You slapped your hands to your cheeks. What did I just do?? Did I break him?! He’s so red! I’m so red!!

It was a moment of mutual, radiant embarrassment.

Yuji was now a trembling hoodie cocoon, barely breathing. His hands fumbled for his juice box, trying to sip it as if that would calm him down.

You stared at him. He stared at the void.

Silence.

“…You okay?” you asked softly, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was on full-blast panic mode.

Yuji nodded inside the hoodie, straw barely in his mouth.

“…Yeah.”

You smiled awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere but at him. “Cool. I-I’ll let you… um, hoodie… then.”

You turned and walked off, flustered beyond recovery.

Behind you, Yuji just sat there in his hoodie shell, sipping from his juice box and mentally replaying everything.

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𝓟olaroid 𝓟ictures - Dazai. O

The golden hour sun filtered through the open window of the cozy apartment, bathing the room in a soft, honeyed glow. You sat cross-legged on the floor, your back against the couch, and Dazai sprawled beside you, his head resting in your lap. In your hands, the small white Polaroid camera felt warm from the sunlight and the countless pictures you’d already taken.

“Smile,” you whispered, tilting the camera downward toward his face.

He grinned up at you, the usual mischief dancing in his eyes—but there was something softer there too, something reserved just for you. His bandaged hand reached up, gently brushing your cheek. The camera clicked.

The photo whirred out slowly, and you set it on the coffee table to develop with the others: Dazai trying to kiss your nose and missing; the two of you making ridiculous faces; a blurry one where he spun you around in a burst of laughter; and the latest, the warm and lazy intimacy of his head in your lap, eyes gazing at you like you were his entire universe.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice barely above the hum of the late afternoon, “I used to think nothing in this world was worth sticking around for.”

You paused, your hand still gently carding through his hair. “And now?”

His lips tilted up again, softer this time. “Now I think maybe Polaroids and your smile are enough to keep me around a while longer.”

Your heart fluttered. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, snapping one more picture with the camera resting on your knee. Click.

Another memory, frozen in time.

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My main account is @user-iitadori but here is something that I wanted to do but like…yk I had no idea with who, plus wanted to use my other account for this because, why not 🤷‍♀️