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Feining for him today

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Please may you write a Christmas one-shot for sukuna where him and reader stand under mistletoe, which sukuna points out but reader doesn't know the meaning behind it? Or something similar like that with it ending in a kiss(*ﾉ´∀`*)ﾉ

I imagine this as a fem reader but it definitely works as GN

Hello! this so cute, please enjoy

Sukuna x Reader – Mistletoe at the Christmas Party

Sukuna was the last person who should be at a Christmas party, but here he was, because you dragged him here. The decorations were gaudy, the music too cheerful, and the smell of cinnamon made his nose wrinkle. He hated every second of it. Or so he kept saying.

Then he spotted it.

Dangling just above your heads was a sprig of green with tiny white berries, the infamous human weed you all insisted carried some ridiculous tradition. A smirk tugged at his lips, sharp and knowing.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” His voice was low, teasing, laced with accusation.

You gave him a sideways glance. “Planned what? We’re just standing here.”

He clicked his tongue, amusement sparking in his eyes, his fingers pointing upwards. “This”

You look at the plant then back at him, blinking slowly "What is that"

He chcuckles, leaning forward and tapping your forehead softly "There's really nothing up here huh?"

Your brows knitted, a retort already forming on your tongue. “Excuse me? Who are you calli-”

Before you could finish, his hand tilted your chin up and his mouth brushed yours. The kiss was gentle, achingly so, a stark contrast to his sharp words. He lingered, savoring, before pulling back just enough to assess your surprise.

He chuckles at the dazed look in your eyes. “It’s called mistletoe. Humans kiss under it. Educate yourself”

You rolled your eyes, though your lips curved despite yourself. “You could’ve just explained it like a normal person.”

He takes your hand, intent on ditching this God forsaken party. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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hi tobi!! i loveee your kny hcs so much 🥹 could i maybe request another hashiras x reader headcannon where hashira!reader gets separated from their s/o in infinity castle and s/o gets worried but i wanna see how they'll react when reader's kasugai crow announces that they've defeated an upper moon although heavily injured 🙏🏻 lmk if this is too much/too vague!! tysm!! 🫡

Hello! thank you for this ask, it really got me out of my writing slump. Also thank you everyone for 700 followers! please enjoy this celebratory post.

| The aftermath of the battle at Infinity castle |

Featuring- Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyojuro, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Uzui Tengen, Iguro Obanai, Gyomei Himejima.

Tomioka Giyuu He had tried to stay by your side, blade in hand, but the castle’s shifting halls pulled you away, his stomach dropping to his feet as you vanished from his sight.

“Y/n! Whatever you do, don’t die! You hear me? Don’t die!”

The words ripped from his throat, raw and desperate, surprising even him. You ended up against Douma with Shinobu, Kanao, and Inosuke, and his heart broke when Shinobu’s crow announced her sacrifice, her body laced with wisteria to weaken Douma enough for the rest of you to deliver the final blow.

When he found you again, carried by Kakushi, your body bloodied but alive, his chest finally loosened. Shinobu’s sacrifice weighed heavy, but it gave him the one thing he thought he’d never have again: a future with you. And he silently promised to live that dawn at your side.

Rengoku Kyojuro You were going to make it out alive, for humanity, for the Corps, and for Kyojuro, who had lost his life for the very same cause.

Standing before Akaza, the demon who ensured your husband’s demise, rage like you had never known surged through you. You didn't know what happened to people after they died but you felt it, every swing carried Kyojuro’s voice, his fire, his spirit, he was with you, guiding your every move.

Akaza’s strength was monstrous, his regeneration endless, but when his head finally hit the floor, you collapsed beside it. Chest heaving, body trembling, you tilted your face to the heavens to keep the tears from spilling.

“Kyojuro… we did it” you whispered, your voice breaking. “We did it.”

In that moment, grief and triumph intertwined. Akaza was gone, but so was the man who should have lived to see it. You clenched your blade, swearing that you would live fully, loudly, just as Kyojuro had, because it was the only way to honor him.

Sanemi Shinazugawa Sanemi was infinitely worried on the inside, but he forced himself to hide it. To show it would be an insult to your skill, and he had his own fight with Kokushibo.

Still, his mind refused to stop drifting back to you. He had never prayed before, but when he heard you had been facing Akaza, the same demon who killed Rengoku, his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t ignore.

So when your Kasugai crow announced that you, Tanjiro, and Giyuu had defeated Kaigaku, Sanemi nearly fell to his knees in relief. He dragged his battered body toward you, cradling your injured form in his arms despite the protests of his wounds. Tanjiro and Giyuu exchanged knowing glances, amused, but Sanemi didn’t care.

“Nemi… we did it” you whispered, every word stabbing at your ribs.

He said nothing, only pulling you closer, pressing his face into your shoulder so no one could see the tears in his eyes. For the first time in this endless night, he felt like he could finally breathe, you were alive, in his arms, and that was enough.

Uzui Tengen “Y/n L/n, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, and Yushiro Yamamoto have defeated Upper Moon Four, Nakime!”

Tengen couldn’t stop the sharp sigh of relief that left him. He hated not being at your side, not being at Infinity castle but before the battle began, he’d made you promise you’d return to him. Now, at least, that promise wasn’t broken.

When he finally reached you, your body was torn and broken, life barely clinging to you. The emptiness in your eyes told him what words couldn’t, your comrades hadn’t survived. His chest ached, but he kept his voice steady as he leaned down and flicked your forehead lightly.

“You should’ve retired when I asked you to… idiot.”

Even so, his pride in you swelled. You’d done it. You’d proven yourself beyond measure. And you could be sure he’d brag to anyone who listened that he and his flamboyant wife both took down Upper Moons.

“Let’s go home” he whispered, softer this time, carrying you with a care that only you ever got to see.

Iguro Obanai After defeating Nakime, Obanai knew his time was short. Muzan’s claws had blinded him, and every breath came with the sharp sting of finality. Still, when the moment came, when Muzan’s strike was about to claim both you and Tanjiro, he threw himself in front of it without hesitation.

The pain was immense, but in your arms, it almost felt like peace. He couldn’t see you anymore, so he clung tightly, memorizing your warmth, your scent, your voice.

“Why… why, Iguro!” you sobbed, your strength breaking at last.

“You’ve always been everything to me” he whispered, his lips trembling into a faint smile. “My only regret is not saying it sooner. Live on for me… be happy. Always.”

When his body stilled, you felt your heart shatter. You buried him behind your home, where the forest would guard him, where you could visit every day. His sacrifice carved a wound in you that would never heal, but you would always love the man who laid down his life for you.

Himejima Gyomei The battle with Muzan had taken everything from him. His body was breaking down, strength bleeding from his limbs, but even as his vision darkened, Gyomei’s thoughts went to you.

Your crow had announced your victory earlier, you had survived your fight, though injured. Relief had made him weep mid-battle, prayer beads rattling in his hands as he whispered your name between breaths. That knowledge carried him this far.

But now, as dawn threatened the horizon, he knew his time was ending. Blood soaked his robes, his voice ragged from prayer, his leg gone. When you finally reached him, you dropped to your knees at his side, clutching one of his enormous, battered hands.

“Please… don’t leave me" you begged, tears blurring your vision.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “To have lived… to have fought… and to have loved you… that is enough” he said softly, voice trembling but resolute. “Do not grieve too long, my love. Live on. Live beautifully.”

As his breaths slowed, you felt his hand loosen in yours. Gyomei’s prayer beads slipped from his fingers, his spirit finally finding peace in the light of dawn.

You couldn't be bothered to hide your wails of sorrow, but even through the agony, you knew, he had given everything for humanity, and he had given his last moments to you.

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| Asking the Hashira Men to Feed You |

Featuring- Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Uzui Tengen, Iguro Obanai, Gyomei Himejima, and Rengoku Kyojuro.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi was rarely sweet. Which is why moments like this, where you were both quietly sharing fruit at the table, his foot occasionally nudging yours in a silent, teasing rhythm, felt like a rare treasure.

But today, you wanted to push your luck a little. Just to see what else you could get out of him.

"Sanemi?" you called softly.

"What?" he grunted, shoving a slice of melon into his mouth like a man who had never heard of table manners.

"Will you feed me some fruit?"

He scoffs, watching you bat your eyelashes at him. "What am I, your damn servant? ...But since you insist."

Your eyes widened as he pulls the prongs of his fork back, fashioning it into a catapult and aiming a piece of fruit at your face with a wicked grin.

You shriek, dissolving into laughter as he launches strawberry after strawberry at your head. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Not exactly the tender moment you were hoping for… but you did get fed. Kind of.

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu made the best lunches. Perfect portions, balanced flavors, and gently seasoned fish that made your mouth water just from the smell.

You had already eaten your own lunch, which he packed for you after getting tired of you stealing bites from his. Yet, here you were again, sneaking glances at his bento, the grilled fish basically seducing you at this point.

He doesn’t look up, but he sighs softly, already sensing your greedy little glances.

“Would you like some, Y/N?” he asks, deadpan but not unkind.

Your face lit up. "Yes, please!"

He turns toward you, holding his chopsticks up to your lips and desperately fighting the twitching of his lips into a smile. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if feeding you was as natural as breathing.

He doesn’t say it, but he hopes you never stop stealing bites. It’s how he knows you’re still his.

Tengen Uzui

"Tch. You don’t ask to be fed" Tengen scoffed, tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth with obnoxious precision. "You demand it!"

“See? Flamboyant! Now you try” he demands, his hands crossed over his chest, his expressing way too serious for his antics.

"Wait what?…I thought you were sup-"

He snapped his fingers not allowing you to finish. "No excuses, quick now"

Soon, this turned into a grape-tossing contest. A ridiculous one.

Somehow he loses the competition Grape casualties littered the floor around you, victims of poor aim and even poorer timing.

"You completely cheated. This was sabotage!" He cries.

You grinned, breathless with laughter. "Guess that means I win."

He rolls his eyes. "Have fun feeding yourself, cheater."

Obanai Iguro

You hesitated before asking. Obanai wasn’t exactly the type for cutesy moments, and you weren’t sure how he would take the request.

Still, you took a breath. "Obanai, will you... feed me?"

He blinked at you, unmoving. Then, to your surprise, he calmly reached for your plate.

"...Fine."

What you didn’t know was that he had actually been waiting for you to ask. Ever since he read in one of Kyojuro’s borrowed books that feeding your partner could build emotional intimacy, he had quietly hoped you might ask someday.

Kaburamaru shifted curiously on his shoulder, watching as Obanai lifted a small bite with precise care and brought it to your lips.

You leaned forward to accept it, chewing with a grin you couldn’t quite hide. “You’re really sweet, Guro. Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes, cheeks slightly pink. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to it."

Still, he was already reaching for the next bite.

Gyomei Himejima

You didn’t even have to ask with Gyomei.

He already had you in his lap, cradled like something precious, while gently offering you grapes one by one like Egyptian royalty.

You accepted each one with a quiet smile, feeling more cherished than words could express. Every few bites, you held one up to his lips as well.

He ate them solemnly, a tear quietly rolling down his cheek.

"Thank you, flower" he whispered, voice deep and soft. "Your generosity has brightened my day."

You smiled and snuggle into his hold, feeling grateful for your gentle giant.

Kyojuro Rengoku

"Ah! You wish to be fed? Of course!"

Zero hesitation. Kyojuro looked thrilled, as if you had given him the greatest honor.

He carefully selected the most perfect piece of food on the plate, then held it to your lips with radiant enthusiasm.

"Delicious food tastes even better when shared with someone you love" he announced proudly, pulling out a small book titled ‘Romancing Your Partner: A Practical Guide to Bonding’.

“I read it in this” he added cheerfully.

You laughed. "You don’t need a book, Kyo. You already love better than anyone I know."

He chuckled, cheeks glowing. "Still, one must never stop learning how to treat their beloved."

He offered you another bite, glad the book's advice was a score.

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hii 🥹 its been so long, life has been soo chaotic but im finally getting into a steady rhythm. how are you???!! 💕 i missed my favorite writer

Omg hi Kat, I'm glad everything's okay and I hope it only gets better💗

I'm fine but I missed fave mootie more 🫂🫂🫂

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My professors are sick of me at this point.

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What happened to your poetry, do you not do those anymore. I really liked the one about the glass box

Hi bby, I only write poetry when I'm going through some dark shit, so this is a good thing😭 we want more of this

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| Simpler times I

Yuji's Skateboard

Life was peaceful these days, after Sukuna’s defeat. Yuji often found himself with too much free time, Which explained why he was currently elbow-deep in a dusty box labeled old stuff in the garage.

His fingers brushed against something solid and familiar, the worn-down maple wood of his old skateboard, and his breath caught in his throat.

He’d recognize that feeling anywhere.

A bit more probing and he found the wheels. It was definitely his skateboard.

Carefully, he pulled it out. The board was scuffed, sun-bleached, and a little rough around the edges, but it was more than just a forgotten relic, it was a time capsule. A symbol of who he used to be, back when things were simpler… or at least, when the chaos felt survivable.

Back when he hadn't lost those he loved, when every day brought a new fight and somehow, hope. Part of him longed for the chaos of those simpler times.

Maybe that’s why he found himself setting the board on the pavement, stepping onto it in a sort of daze.

It creaked under his weight, but it was still good. He was a little rusty, but like riding a bike, you never really forget.

He shut his eyes, letting the familiar sound of wheels against concrete and the wind in his hair pull him back in time. The setting sun cast long shadows, and the first stars began to twinkle, adding to the stillness of the moment.

He must’ve been at it for almost an hour, lost in thought, because he didn’t hear you come in.

Unlike Yuji, you didn’t mind the quiet. No King of Curses, no crazed body-swappers, it meant peace of mind and It meant Yuji would come home in one piece.

You noticed the sound before you saw him, that familiar rhythm of wheels skating across pavement. For a second, it didn’t register. Then it clicked.

You paused at the doorway, jacket still in hand, and tilted your head toward the noise coming from the backyard.

A skateboard?

You stepped outside, curious.

And there he was.

Yuji. On a skateboard. In the pale golden light of the late evening, he looked like an old memory come to life, boyish, free, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. His shoulders relaxed in a way they hadn’t been in years.

You took a seat on the cold steps, ignoring the chill of the concrete. “Didn’t know you could skate Yu" you called out, voice light. “Not bad.”

The sound of your voice nearly sends him of the board in fright, how long had you been there?

He walks over and plops down beside you, the board resting between your legs. His breath came a little quicker from the motion, but his smile hadn’t faded.

“I used to be good" he admitted. “Skated all the time as a kid. Kinda forgot how much I missed it.”

A piece of lint on his pants catch your attention and you flick it off, fingers curiously nudging the edge of the board. “Think you could teach me?”

Yuji looked up sharply, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You serious?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Why not? Looks fun.”

He barks out a laugh, already picturing you wobbling like a newborn deer. “Sure, baby. But why do you wanna learn?”

At the sound of his malicious laughter, your eyes narrow. You knew he was laughing at you, even before you got on the damn thing. Still, you let it go. “It'll be fun”

He grinned, clearly entertained, and stood up, reaching for your hand to tug you up too.

“Fair enough. Let’s have some fun with it.”

You let him pull you up, and he immediately pulled you into a loose hug, his arms draped lazily around your shoulders.

“Alright, love. First things first, you gotta learn how to stand on it.”

You immediately stepped forward, eager to hop on. If he didn’t stop you, you’d have probably ended up with a bruised tailbone.

But before you could move further, he scooped you up gently by the waist and plopped you safely down beside the board.

“Hey, easy there. You’re not gonna learn anything if you break your ass on the first try.”

You chuckle, he had a habit of hauling you around like a potato sack “I can handle a skateboard”

“Trust me nugget” he said with a smirk, crossing his arms. “You’re not just gonna hop on and magically shred. It takes practice.”

You can't stop your eyes from rolling, he was so full of himself. "Then teach me already"

You were enthusiastic, he'd give you that, so he stepped behind you, guiding your body into position by your hips, gently fitting you between his legs. His chest rested lightly against your back, his chin near your shoulder. “Okay, now, feet apart, knees a little bent... Just like that.”

You followed his instructions, brows drawn together in intense concentration, it was cute and he stifled a laugh. “Don’t overthink it, doll. Just find your balance.”

You gripped his hands instinctively as the board shifted beneath you. The second it rolled, your heart leapt, and your feet left the board just as fast.

Yuji caught you easily, arms tightening as you nearly indeed almost landed on your ass and broke it. “Got you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “That thing’s trying to kill me.”

“Hardly” he says with a grin. “You just panicked.”

“I did not panic" you insisted, gripping his hands tighter in embarrassment.

He reaches around you, tapping your forehead lightly. “Sure, sure. Let’s try again.”

You nodded, more determined this time. He guided you once more, thumbs pressing gentle reassurance into your sides. and you managed to stay upright for a solid three seconds before wobbling again.

Again, he was there, catching you like it was second nature.

“You’ve got a knack for falling into my arms" he murmured.

“Maybe I just trust you’ll always catch me.”

That made him pause. Then, softer, “I will.”

Your next attempt went much smoother. Your legs stopped trembling quite so much and you stayed steady longer. He let go slowly, hovering just a breath away, hands twitching, ready to catch you if you slipped.

“You’re doing great, baby. Just take it slow.”

You focused on his voice, the steadiness of it. Pushed off gently.

The board rolled forward but alas, a crack in the pavement sent it jerking sideways, and you yelped. Yuji, immediately lunges forward, catching before you could take the nasty fall. "Christ!"

You clutched him tightly, heart racing. “Okay that one was not my fault.”

“Nope" he said easily, holding you close. “That one’s on the sidewalk. But you did good for your first try nugget.”

You grinned, brushing off the fall and him. “It won’t get me next time” you declared, eyes bright with determination as you stepped back onto the board.

Before you could even shift your weight, Yuji’s arms were around you, lifting you and slinging you effortlessly over his shoulder with a laugh that was part amusement, part protectiveness.

“Alright, that’s enough skating for today, doll” he said softly, with a pat to your butt as he carried you toward the house. "I kinda like having you around in one piece.”

You really want to keep skating but he was right, it was only a matter of time before you face planted.

“Okay, okay, you win,” you whispered back, curling closer as he sets you down inside, you would prove you were the ultimate skating rookie another day.

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| Making you lunch |

How the naruto men make your lunch

Uchiha Sasuke

-Keeps it simple with homemade rice, grilled chicken, and a side of pickled vegetables, all neatly arranged.

-Acts indifferent when handing it over but blushes slightly when you praise him.

-Tells you not to expect it every day, that he only made it because he felt sorry for your cooking skills

-but you know he’ll make it for you again tomorrow.

-Secretly learned how to cook your favorite dishes just to impress you, pretends he didn't know when you act surprised.

-"Grilled chicken is your favourite?...who would've guessed"

Uzumaki Naruto

-Tries his best but somehow ends up packing a ridiculous amount of instant ramen and some poorly wrapped rice balls.

-Part of you is convinced he does it on purpose because you almost always offer him the leftover ramen. He pretends to be reluctant at first but then instantly scarfs it all down the moment you insist.

-Looks way too pleased with himself when he gets to eat the extra ramen, like it was his plan all along.

-Makes up for it by adding a few of your favorite snacks and a messy but sweet note, saying, “Eat up, dattebayo!”

-Hopes you don’t mind the slightly charred onigiri, he really tried.

Uchiha Itachi

-You can't remember the last time you made a meal since you met this man. Cooking was basically his love language at this point.

-Packs you a balanced, nutritious bento with homemade onigiri, grilled fish, and perfectly sliced vegetables.

-Includes a handwritten note reminding you to take care of yourself, with a little doodle of a cat. (he he)

-Completely overdoes it, making you enough to feed three people. Acts sheepish when you point it out. He just wants you to be healthy. :(

-Later, subtly checks if you finished the meal, always quietly relieved when you do.

Hyuuga Neji

-Packs a beautifully arranged, traditional bento with steamed rice, sautéed vegetables, and perfectly grilled teriyaki chicken. Every component is meticulously placed,nothing out of line.

-Adds a side dish with a subtle hint of sweetness, like a small portion of kinpira because he knows you like a bit of variety.

-Wraps the bento carefully in a cloth with a delicate knot, almost like a ritual.

-Hands it to you with his usual calm demeanor, saying, “It’s just lunch. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” But there’s a hint of softness in his tone.

- If you try to share with him, he’ll insist that it’s for you, but eventually, he’ll take a small bite when you persist because he secretly loves when you feed him.

Uchiha Obito

-Goes a little overboard, wanting to impress you, there’s a bit of everything in the lunch box.

-Tries to make it cute with heart-shaped onigiri but ends up with some amoeba-shaped ones.

-Awkwardly tells you it’s nothing special, but eagerly waits for your reaction.

-Is over the moon when you tell him you love it. Very happy and content for the rest of the day :D

-Practices shaping the onigiri late at night, determined to get it right one day.

Aburame Shino

-Meticulously plans out a balanced meal, incorporating seasonal ingredients and local produce.

-Adds a small honey-flavored dessert, subtly mentioning that it’s good for energy.

-Insists you have to eat everything in the order and color code he packed it in to enjoy the experience. (Undiagnosed OCD king)

-Quietly observes your reaction, feeling a bit more relaxed when you compliment his thoughtful choices.

-Takes your lunch prepping into his hands from that day onwards, quietly noting if you follow the order next time.

Hatake Kakashi

-Prepares a well-balanced and surprisingly elaborate meal, featuring grilled fish, miso soup, and perfectly seasoned vegetables.

-Keeps the presentation simple but elegant, not overdoing it, because he likes practical yet tasty meals.

-Hands it to you casually, acting like it’s no big deal, but subtly watches your reaction from the corner of his eye, leaning against the counter not so casually.

-Secretly happy he has someone to cook for now after living alone and making single meals for so long.

-Sometimes accidentally overcooks because he’s still adjusting to making more than one portion.

-If you compliment him, he just shrugs it off with a playful, “Don’t get used to it,” but the slight upward curve of his eye gives away his satisfaction.

Uchiha Shisui

-Whips up something colorful and fun, like octopus-shaped sausages and cute rice animals.

-Makes sure to add a little dessert, usually something sweet and homemade. Insists they're solely for you but will steal little bites out of them.

-Hands it over with a bright grin, saying, “Only the best for you!”

-Insists on feeding you every bite, says it's part of the 'Shisui lunchtime experience'

-"Say ahhh!"

-If you try to feed yourself, he’ll pout and insist that he's the one in charge of feeding you.

xxxxxx

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The drive back home dragged on in tense silence, thick enough to choke on.

He could feel the anger radiate off you in waves, cold and unrelenting, and it was driving him insane. Every second that passed without a word said felt like nails under his skin. The cool blast of the AC on his skin was nothing compared to the chill you were giving him.

He wanted to pull over, make you look at him, talk to him, but he didn’t. He just kept driving, jaw tight, hands gripping the wheel like it might keep him grounded. It was a quiet standoff, neither willing to break first.

You, meanwhile, stared out the window, jaw set, arms crossed. Closed off. Completely unapproachable.

He glances at you once again from the corner of his eye, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. He knew your silence wasn’t passive, it was a deliberate punishment, and it was working.

He wanted to fix this, to explain, but you wouldn't let him. His grip on the steering wheel tightens further until his knuckles turn white.

He let out a exasperated huff, the sound sharp in the quiet car, hoping maybe you'd spare him a glance. The distance right now felt heavier than miles. God, he wanted to reach for you, pull you close, shake the stubbornness of you, but his own pride wouldn't let him.

When he finally pulls into the driveway, you don’t wait for him to stop the car properly, throwing the door open and slamming it shut for good measure, storming towards the house.

He gritts his teeth, watching you slam his door and retreat with disbelief. Then he was out of the car too, catching up to you just as you reached the front door.

He scoffs as the front door is slamed in his face, swallowing his anger and opening it once again. That's it, he's had enough of this. Before you could stomp up the stairs as well, he quickly grabs your arm, yanking you back to him self.

“Let go of me Toji” you finally snap “I don’t want to see you right now.”

He scoffs once again, frustration bleeding into his voice, his hand slidding from your arm to the delicate curve of your chin. “Enough with that bullshit, let's just talk it out”

This was the problem with him, he never listened. You try to twist away, pushing at his chest, but it was weak, you couldn't break out of his grip even if you wanted to, and he knew it.

His eyes burned into yours, his gaze intense as he watches you fight to get away from his touch, he wouldn't admit it but that hurt. He didn't like this version of you, angry, unwilling to even hear him out. He was used to soft touches and gentle words, easy resolutions, not this distance.

He holds you there, eyes boring into yours but you kept struggling, defiant and pissed until your resistance falters and you finally slump back against the wall, cheeks hot with embarrassment, breath heavy.

You glare at him, opening your mouth to tell him off until his grip loosens suddenly, hands sliding to your shoulders, tugging you in gently and pressing a kiss to your forehead, light, reverent.

You gasp, breath hitching, words caught in your throat. He does it again, this time on your nose, cheeks, brow, temples, chin. Every spot he could reach, he covered with soft, delicate kisses. A silent white flag.

Little by little, your anger melted beneath his devious touch, until finally, your voice broke the silence, quiet and accusing.

“…Cheater. You can’t just kiss me in the middle of an argument.”

He lets out a gruff laugh, pressing his lips to your jaw. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You wanted to glare, to stay mad, but you were already gone. Damn him, how did always manage to tear down your defences, every single time.

“I’m sorry” he said finally, reluctant but sincere, thumbs brushing soft circles on your arms. “I really am. Can we go back to you not hating me now?”

He tries to make his expression cute, something akin to a puppy dog face but he's too brutish for it and all he manages to do is to end up looking like a bulldog with a collar that reads 'cuddles'.

You give him a look and roll your eyes, letting the last of your anger dissipate. “Fine. I forgive you. This one time.”

That was a lie. You both knew it. You'd always find it in your heart to forgive him, every single time.

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