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he likes the quiet ones || satoru gojo x f!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 401 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

so we all know how clingy satoru is... but imagine him having a crush on the quiet student—who he swears is the girl of his dreams.

you're the complete opposite of him; calm, composed, and rarely speaking unless necessary. you intrigued him. he just didn't know when that curiosity turned into something more intimate.

"ah—there you are!" he grins, shamelessly wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting against your shoulder—clinging to you like some sort of leech, "did you just return from a mission? you should've taken me along! i wanted to see my cutie in action~"

you quietly hum, unfazed by his touchy nature, "hi gojo-san..."

he immediately pouts, "i thought i told ya' to drop the 'san' part—it's too frickin' formal! matter of fact, just call me satoru!"

you slowly nod. he smiles, hesitantly letting go, but only to walk in front of you, continuing to chat your ear off, all while walking backwards, "you should've saw me today—i'm this close to perfecting my technique! maybe now we can finally do a mission together! oh and why don't we stop for some boba tea after?! don't worry your pretty little head, my treat!"

the boy leans closer, icy blue orbs boring into your own. he smirks, now acting more coy, "are you swooning for me yet—" he halts, the words getting caught in his throat as he notices the sympathetic look in your eyes.

his breath hitches as you slowly reach out, in a rare turn of events, gently patting his head, fingers combing through his white locks of hair to offer him some comfort.

a feeling he never knew he craved... up til now that is.

you smile softly, shockingly enough to him, "you must be tired then—just don't overdo it... satoru."

his eyes briefly widened, heart rate spiking up at his name exiting your mouth. god damn it. he was the one who suggested it—so why does he always get so tongue tied when it comes to you? how lame...

he's blushing, ivory skin tinted with pink as he slowly leans into your touch, embarrassingly avoiding your gaze; only yearning for more, more and more of your affection, "yeah... i know."

he peeks at you from behind his glasses, taking your kind gesture as a green light to continue, "so about that date..."

you slowly blink, tilting your head with confusion—what’s this about a date?

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flirty co-star || satoru gojo x gn!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 418 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

actor!gojo who is always spotted—in all the behind the scenes snippets—clinging to your every move. that man is all over you, hugging your waist like it's the most natural thing in the world. your smiling and waving to the camera, casually explaining what's happening in the scene, but then like clock work, he's suddenly behind you, giving you a good morning hug and kiss on the temple as he arrives on set, shining his cocky grin to the camera as he casually rests his arms around your shoulders.

actor!gojo who ignores his manager's scolding, shrugging as he continues his shameless clinging, remaining at your side at every red carpet, interview or season premiere. the fans are getting wild, reposting the same clip where he grows extremely protective of you in public outings, unapologetically shoving away some people who got a little too close to you for autographs, not caring about the potential backlash online, because if your safe, that's all that matters.

actor!gojo who mentions you in every single interview, honestly, the question has nothing to do with the show but your name is falling right out his mouth at the first given moment. it happens so much that it's widely known in the industry, all interviewers now ask a question pertaining to you to keep him engaged, which works wonders with the way he sits up straighter in his seat, now enthusiastically rambling about your little habits on set.

actor!gojo who starts getting pouty when you're taken away by the glam team for touch-ups, he's stubbornly following close behind, insisting on needing extra hairspray just to be at your side. you can only laugh when he's dramatically pulled back on set, watching him whine the whole way back, until you return a few minutes later with a smoothie in your hands, which he takes it upon himself to take a little sip from, not caring about an indirect kiss as he teasingly smiles at your surprised expression.

actor!gojo who finds himself frowning at some stupid shipping wars in the comment sections, noticing how some fans think you and another cast member look cute together—oh hell no—not on his watch. he's immediately on edge all day, but when you end up sleeping against his shoulder in the lounge area, he smirks to himself, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture, and eventually posting it on his insta story, tagging you with a little heart next to it, hmph, that'll show them!

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just husband duties || satoru gojo x gn!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 365 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

idol!gojo who was always open with his personal life in the media—ever since his rookie days—he's constantly posting photos with you at his side, a fellow upcoming idol and his precious little lover, the two of you practically glued to the hip despite your busy schedules. the relationship was certainly a breath of fresh air to the industry, after all, he never saw the point in keeping the two of you a secret, not when he could shamelessly flaunt to the world that you're his — and his alone.

idol!gojo who is your biggest cheerleader at award shows. you just won 'best solo song of the year' and he's immediately standing up—a proud grin on his face—ditching his own group to rush across the venue, helping you up the stage and biting back a smile when you blush at his antics. there's no doubt about it, especially when he lingers, waiting for you to finish your speech so he can help you down the steps, personally escorting you to your seat with a tender expression — that the man is undeniably in love with you.

idol!gojo who volunteers to be your camera man for all your silly tiktok dances. you're smiling and doing your little moves, distracting him as he attempts to properly record. the fans are going wild, reposting one particular clip of you saying bye to the camera—where you’re busy blowing them a kiss—but that doesn't seem to be the only reason why everyone's going crazy, it's him in the mirror, dramatically swooning behind the phone, frankly acting like you shot an arrow right through his chest... because maybe you just did.

idol!gojo who breaks the internet when he casually announces your marriage on his instagram feed. he’s randomly posting a photo dump, and the last picture that made everyone’s jaws drop? a selfie of you two smiling, wedding gown and tuxedo on full display. the fans crash out, headlines are being published, news stations are covering the latest celebrity gossip in town... and you two are just snuggling on the couch, laughing as the public goes bananas. because in reality? you two have been married for a while now — whoopsie!

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ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᗷᗩKᑌGO KᗩTSᑌKI ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Scuffle - When trying to make friends goes wrong, he’ll protect you, even if it means getting into a fight (fluff)

Loving You - Growing up as the chubby girl, you didn’t ever think you��d get your prince charming, turns out you were wrong (angst, fluff, happy ending)

Storm - The rain ruined your date, but at least it ended with a kiss (fluff)

Champion - Who could’ve guessed your childhood crush would become your knight… literally (fluff)

Brawl - Your boyfriend is a little mean to others, but never to you, after all he’d fight your enemies (fluff)

Speeding - Just your man driving over to protect you from a cat caller, he’d even break the law for you (fluff)

Rumors - When hiding your secret relationship leads to sneaky note passing and cutting classes (fluff)

Dawnbreak - Ever since they were children, his birthdays have always become staple memories in their love story (fluff)

Pixels - Only he could be needy in minecraft! (fluff)

True Name - A compilation of her favorite nicknames that he rarely uses! (fluff)

Headlines - He'll protect you from the paparazzi (fluff)

The Recipe - Baking somehow turns into him realizing his feelings?! (fluff)

Nightfall - Touching her was all he could think about (heavy suggestive themes)

Half Time - How dare you wear someone else’s jersey?! (fluff)

Smooches - Guess even the grumpy blonde craves affection sometimes! (fluff)

Two Lanes - He knows the infamous sidewalk rule and acts on it! (fluff) 

His Cure - Time to ask the pretty medic out before someone steals her away (fluff)

Treasures - A knight falling for his princess (fluff)

Devotion - Reminding his girlfriend how beautiful she is (fluff)

Sip sip sip - Picking up your drunk clingy boyfriend, who gets soft when intoxicated (fluff)

Just Swim - Catch a mermaid and fall in love (fluff)

Odd Disaster - Your boyfriend has a puppy?! (fluff)

Explosive Love - How ice skating led to him yearning for the new couples first kiss (fluff)

For The Future - Him apologizing for his past mistakes (fluff)

New Colors - Who could’ve guessed the bratty 5 yr old had a crush on his classmate (fluff)

His Necessity - A boys perspective on falling for the bakery girl (fluff)

You Finally Noticed - Following a girls journey to becoming his girlfriend… oh and on Valentine’s Day! (Fluff)

The Audacity - Your boyfriend is too pretty to be kept untouched (fluff)

Stay By Me - A cheesy scenario with a couple and a crowded train (fluff)

After Hours - He is more then just a hothead and she knows it (angst, fluff)

Shared Success - Finding him after the war was your priority (spoilers beware)

Intertwined - Short oneshot of his girlfriend easing away his troubles (fluff)

The Wolf and Bunny - Forbidden love between two people never felt so good (fluff)

Love the Chef - A short oneshot of you falling for him. The reason? His little laugh (fluff)

Sudden Shower - Maybe growing up leads you to new journeys, like a breakup? (angst, no happy ending)

A Special Day - Celebrating your birthday with him! (fluff)

Just Smile - Who knew you could become so close with your favorite idol? (fluff)

Metal Love - When a half human-half robot joins class 3A on a mission, what does the blonde do? Catches feelings of course! (fluff)

Good soup - He never expected meeting her would be the reason to learning a whole new language…. just to confess (fluff)

Sunshine - A short oneshot of jealous bakugo and an oblivious girl who is unaware of a lot of things… including their romance (fluff)

Behind The Walls - The only thing keeping you sane throughout this sudden zombie apocalypse is a fiery blonde, so why did fate have to cruelly separate you two? (angst, happy ending)

Trick or Treat - Perhaps wearing matching costumes will give you the courage to confess to the blonde on halloween night (fluff)

A Simple Click - A chibi blonde avatar started spamming her inbox to join his guild (fluff)

Racing Hearts - A small wholesome moment between a hot head and his girlfriend. Yet the hot head is actually shy of affection? (fluff)

Morning Routine - She never would’ve expected her life to revolve around waking up next to him, but who knew he was a secret softie at heart (fluff)

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ᯓ✮⋆˙ IᘔᑌKᑌ ᗰIᗪOᖇIYᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Guidance - After noticing his increasing confidence after the war, you ask your crush for some advice (fluff)

Love me - Trying to confess to your awkwardly dense classmate goes better then expected (fluff)

Good Will - Helping a crying classmate on field day (fluff)

⤷ mini drabbles : one || two ❀࿐

ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᕼOTO TOᗪOᖇOKI ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Freeze - Eating some ice cream leads to stronger bonds, vulnerability and radiant smiles (fluff)

Silence - Class 3A being dorks and finding out the truth of the hidden couple among them (fluff)

ᯓ✮⋆˙ EIᒍIᖇO KIᖇISᕼIᗰᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Watch me - Love can be a scary thing, but not for him, he’ll try anything for you to notice him (fluff)

Falling For You - Crushing on your friendly classmate, led to sparks of jealousy (fluff)

⤷ mini drabbles : one || two || three || four || five ❀࿐

ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᗪᗩᗷI ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Twisted - Claiming his woman in the most villainous way possible (fluff, suggestive themes)

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ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᑌKᑌᑎᗩ ᖇYOᗰEᑎ ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Heated - He’d set fire to the world but not you (fluff)

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ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᗩTOᖇᑌ GOᒍO ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Stay Here - The strongest isn't so strong without his lover, no shocker there, he's just a bit clingy (fluff)

Winter Breeze - Always running late for school but spotting a pretty stranger at the train station might make you arrive early from now on (fluff)

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ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᑕᕼOSO KᗩᗰO ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Dimples - He was a punk and she did ballet... literally. When two people of opposite worlds meet, love is sure to bloom (fluff)

ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᗩᑎEᗰI SᕼIᑎᗩᘔᑌGᗩᗯᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜

Welcome Home - Only one special hashira is allowed heal his injuries (fluff)

ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᒪEᐯI ᗩᑕKEᖇᗰᗩᑎ ⋆✴︎˚꩜

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𐔌✧.* STᗩY ᕼEᖇE .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ೀ⋆ || The strongest isn’t so strong without his lover, no shocker there, he’s just a bit clingy ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  satoru gojo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, quality time, 1.0k word count •°. *࿐

Attending a hidden campus such as Jujutsu High—made for training the new generation of sorcerers—was not something you had expected in your near future.

Yet you found yourself on the outskirts of Tokyo, in the year 2007, finally making it up the obnoxious steps, recognizing the Japanese styled buildings of the school.

It was a relatively peaceful day, a rare occurrence of no missions or life threatening emergencies, hence you left the premises for a quick outing, shopping and completing some much needed errands.

But turns out someone wasn't too happy with your disappearance....

You halt as a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest, his form towering over you like a shadow, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nostrils, only making you relax at his sudden presence.

"Finally found ya', where did you go, hm? It's not safe down there..." Satoru mumbles, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss to your temple, holding you impossibly close as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Honestly, you barely took one step onto campus... and it's like he sensed your cursed energy the second you arrived. You wouldn't even put it past him to teleport over — just to see you.

Because Gojo Satoru is just that clingy.

You softly smile, leaning back into his embrace as the warm sun hits your skin, not fighting against his firm grip, as if you could escape in the first place, "I was just running some errands, I'm okay Satoru. I can take care of myself too, remember? I'm a sorcerer just like—"

"I know you can," he interrupts, gently gripping your chin to tilt your head to the side, making you meet his piercing blue gaze, eyes filled with a mix of relief, mild teasing and longing, "You're strong... but you should've at least invited me, I don't like being apart from you baby."

Your heart stutters at the sincerity to his words, the way he tightens his hold around you, the feeling of his steady heartbeat against your back, his face barely a few inches from yours, expression both playful and serious.

"You had a lot of missions today, so I didn't want to bother you with boring tasks," you hum, pecking a small kiss to his cheek, visibly making him more at ease, "and I wasn't alone, I was with Shoko."

The energy of his mood suddenly shifts at your words, returning back to his usual dramatics as he huffs, reluctantly releasing you from his grasp, only to spin you around to be face-to-face, his hands resting against your waist in a slightly possessive stance.

He pouts, needy and jealous, "You're always with Shoko, tell her to find someone else and to stop stealing my girl!"

You giggle, unable to tell the difference between him and a spoiled child, you gently cup his face, noticing how he immediately leans into your palm, looking at you with a desperate gaze, eager for more affection like a puppy, "Don't you have missions to do?"

He takes a moment to reply, too preoccupied with nuzzling his cheek against your hand, giving your palm a small kiss in the process, "Finished them all, bunch of weaklings..."

Your eyes soften, and despite his nonchalance, you can tell how tired he truly is, the weight of everything on his shoulders—the pressure of being the strongest—that you felt yourself move before your mind could catch up, slowly intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm proud of you Satoru, you did a good job today," you smile, giving his hand a little squeeze, using your other to play with his white locks of hair, soothingly massaging his scalp as he sighs with content, "I bought you some goodies, let's go to your room yeah? We can watch a movie— ah—!"

You yelp in shock when he effortlessly lifts you up, princess style, his hands looping under your knees for security, grinning at you with pure delight. Seems your words immediately had an effect on him, certainly brightened up his mood...

"You don't have to carry me..." you mumble, already feeling your cheeks heating up, shying away from his unapologetic PDA per usual, "I can walk just fine—"

The boy chuckles, already beginning to walk towards the dorms, casually showing off to anyone who passes by or even glances at them with curious gazes, "As if I'm putting you down babe, I'm sure your feet hurt from all that walking, plus..."

He gives you a teasing smile, eyes glinting with amusement that has you snuggling against his chest, trying to hide your flustered state as he leans down, whispering against your ear, purposefully sending goosebumps to every patch of your skin, "you look better in my arms~"

"You're shameless!" you manage to squeak out, already melting into a puddle in his embrace, inwardly cursing to the gods at his good looks, it doesn't help with his not-so-subtle flirting at all! Totally unfair!

The sorcerer smugly shrugs, finally reaching his room and twisting open the knob, "only for you, gorgeous," he plops you down as he sits on the edge of the bed, expectantly pointing to one of the shopping bags on the floor, from a boutique you often get your clothes from.

You didn't think he'd even notice, completely oblivious to the way he takes note of every little thing that you do; your likes and dislikes, the cute habits you do when you get all shy, stuff that makes you laugh, stuff that makes you cry — he knows it all.

Because Gojo Satoru may be clingy but is completely and undeniably in love with you.

He yearns for you, craves you, worships you like a never ending song, he knew ever since you came into his life that he would be yours, do anything you'd ask, it was dangerous... being completely whipped on the feeling of your presence... was dangerous.

But oh, how he loved it, I mean, what's there to live without a little danger?

After all... he revels in it.

"Oh— Satoru, that's not yours, it's this one," you smile, holding up the correct bag with his gifts, but he shakes his head, leaving you a bit puzzled.

He leans back—doing his annoying habit of—casually manspreading, teasingly giving you a shit-knowing grin as he says his next words without hesitation, leaving you bashful and once again experiencing heart palpitations.

"I'd much prefer if you give me a fashion show first, c'mon beautiful, show me how pretty my girl is."

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| hi my beautiful flowers! a gojo fic?! i know i know... everyone scream with joy! i hope i did him justice *nervous sweats* since my last gojo drabble blew up (btw ty for the love on that omg! 1k likes?! crazy!) I thought i'd try a actual fic this time, so sorry if it's sloppy hehe... now time for me to go, domain expansion! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

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forbidden love || ryomen sukuna x gn!reader, drabbles, pure fluff, 454 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

fallenangel!sukuna who was never a loyal follower, his humanity seemingly misplaced since creation. he rebelled against the gods—in the midst of his rampage and bitter distaste for the hierarchy—until his last moments, where his self conscious suddenly faded into darkness and then... awoke elsewhere, his once white wings, now fully painted in black feathers, hell... he was sure of it, he was in hell.

fallenangel!sukuna who instead of being bitter or shameful, grinned at sight of dark ravines and eternal darkness, taking it upon himself to roam freely, and eventually, conquering the underworld as his own, feeling pleasure in the way lowly beings would bow at his feet—in fear or out of respect—either way, it was beyond intoxicating.

fallenangel!sukuna who finds himself humored when you stumble in his throne room, restrained by the guards, looking a little too innocent to be in this side of the afterlife, likely a rare banishment gone wrong, given the pure white wings attached to your back. he keeps you close at all times, deciding to hold onto you for leverage when the gods come searching for your soul, he'll demand a hefty reward, the thought alone making his fangs shine in the crimson moonlight.

fallenangel!sukuna who doesn't understand a single thing you do, you're obnoxiously gentle, despite him being the most feared creature in this realm, always looking at him with curiosity, noticing he isn't too mean as the rumors say. after all, you're unharmed and given regular meals. he hates it, hates you, would've killed you the second you touched his hand—the second he started getting used to your presence—the way you look at him with nothing else but softness and care.

fallenangel!sukuna who starts behaving erratically, killing anyone who so much as stares at you for longer than necessary, execute those who seem to ponder on stealing you for their own whims, sending out orders that from here on out — your off limits to anyone but him. he keeps you closer, moving you to his chambers instead of a shabby little room, let's you innocently snuggle up to him in bed, clinging to his huge form as if he couldn't kill you right here and now.

fallenangel!sukuna who begins contemplating, unable to think properly as you gush about your little interests, topics he would've previously found irritating but now leaving him unsure, focusing on the way your eyes brighten, making his lips curl up just barely, but you seem to notice, smiling back and mentioning how beautiful his smile is, catching him off guard, and then making him realize, that maybe he'd let you stay.... but most of all, let you go—if you'd ask—because light can't mix with darkness... right?

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𐔌 ✧.* ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He'll allow his flames to engulf everyone but not you. 

᧔o᧓ || sukuna x f!reader, she/her pronouns, no smut or angst, dark romance, oneshot, protective sukuna, he falling in love fr fr, opposites attract ig, heian era, oblivious & silly reader, minor deaths mentioned, 817 word count

All he's ever known was the sounds of pure agony and delectable smell of burning flesh – the screams of terror ringing in his ears, ones begging for mercy – bowing down at his feet with trembling limbs and battered skin, courtesy of his rampage. 

How pitiful the human race truly is.

There were only a few things that sparked joy in that twisted heart of his – if you could even call it that – the typical unsightly scenes that lowlifes often deem 'sickening' such as massacres and burning villages.

Such ignorant fools they all are.

He's killed thousands of sorcerers, taken away innocent human life ranging from mere infants to helpless elderly, ridiculed even those who anxiously obeyed his every command – yet before they could take their last breath – everyone held one question in the back of their mind.

Why is she the exception?

The woman who stands by his side through every slaughter, every horrendous crime, every villainous act – while dressed up in finest silk and jewels – unapologetically looks at his killings with a smile on her face.

If you were to so much as look at her funny, you basically got yourself a one way ticket to the afterlife.

"Oh look my lord, even commoners like these managed to acquire such ores!"

She hums with curiosity while scavenging the pockets of a miner no doubt – though only just a lifeless corpse now – holding a small bag of gold nuggets, a supply they likely intended to sell before the King of Curses showed up.

Spontaneously burning the town in the process.

His face shows nothing but disinterest at her words, though his eyes narrow as she kneels a tad bit too close to the embers – the flames illuminating the polished accessories all over her figure – the silhouette of her shadow almost tauntingly drawing him closer.

The light breeze of the night only adds fuel to the fire.

"We have no need for such clutter in the temple, especially picked by useless peasants."

She softly giggles at his words – a sound he's grown too familiar with these past few months – one that he merely tolerates.

Right?

"I suppose you are right, your throne room is already filled with lavish artifacts and golds to last centuries."

The sight of her searching for knick-knacks among the rubble is something he eventually got used too – a habit of hers that caused her chambers to be filled with unnecessary mess – despite him having the power to give her anything she desired.

Something about 'every object having a story' is what she said.

How ridiculous can a person be – apparently her – given the fact she hasn't moved from the spot threatening to catch ablaze very soon, too immersed in searching for valuables.

"Foolish woman."

Instead of taking the opportunity to free himself of such headaches and invisible shackles, he couldn't make the choice to leave her – the thought alone infuriates him – as if she did the impossible of taming the wild beast.

He begrudgingly walks over, using one of his 4 arms to wrap around her waist – being careful to not crush her with mere strength – and continuing to pick her up, beginning to leave for the carriage.

A mode of transportation he never thought of acquiring before he met her.

And just as he assumed, the flames reached her original position, the wind blowing dangerously hot air in its wake.

Her eyes widened at the scene and she looked back up at his face with realization and awe.

"Oh- thank you my lord. I wasn't aware of such dangers..."

The look in her eyes has him tightening his hold on her, scoffing at her open display of gratitude – something he has never received till he met her – an odd sensation in his chest.

Though he assumes it's mere hunger for flesh or maybe her.

"You have your duties to complete, I didn't do it for your mere safety."

"Nonetheless you have my thanks."

He says nothing in response as they enter the carriage, plopping her down beside him as the journey back to his temple begins.

She was quiet as a mouse – perhaps that's why he chooses to bring her along – the woman knows her place, possibly grown too comfortable with him.

He grunts as he feels the weight of her head on his shoulder, looking at his side to see her fast asleep with a smile.

The sight was almost mocking.

Being the king of curses, he should've shoved her off – even cut off her head for having the nerve to let her guard down around him – the most terrifying creature to exist in their era.

Yet he stays silent, going back to look at the burning sights in the distance and keeping a firm grip on her waist.

And in that moment he knew.

He would set fire to the world but never let a flame touch her.

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| inspired by this quote i saw on pinterest aka the last sentence of the fic! i hope u enjoy seeing me make these horrible villains yearn for us LFMAOO also hi to the jjk fandom? haven't wrote for yall in months oh lord... ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ||| katsuki bakugo x medic f!reader (fluff)

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Winter Breeze

Highschool AU | Waking up late was never unusual for you. It was a bad habit for sure. You're often running hoping to catch the next train to make it in time for school. But one day when you spot a certain white haired individual, you're in for a surprise. Perhaps being late brought one good thing into your life. 

᧔o᧓ || gojo satoru x f!reader, no manga spoilers, no nsfw, 1.3k word count

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Of course you're late.

When are you not? 

As you swiftly maneuver through the crowded train station, you mutter apology after apology whenever you accidentally bump into somebody. You try to ignore the stares and occasional glares from the passing civilians as you finally reach the turnaisles. Quickly tapping your phone on the scanner and rushing to the station. 

Your eyes dart to the screen hanging down from the ceiling near the escalators. 1 minute for the next train. 

Seriously? Okay then… What about the one after that-

20 minutes.  

Y/N doesn't miss a beat, already used to the delayed arrival of these trains on the daily. With haste she rushes to the escalator and speed walks up the moving steps, zig-zagging through people. Hopefully she can make it intime. 

She finally makes it to the last step and takes a deep breath. Sighing with relief at the sight of civilians still waiting for the upcoming train. 

That's when she spots him. 

In order to avoid a crowded cart, she walks further down the platform where less people are waiting. Y/N pauses in her step when she sees a specific figure in her peripheral vision. Turning her head slowly, her eyes land on the stranger. He's on the opposite platform waiting for a different train, leaning against the wall as he scrolls through his phone. 

The boy isn't doing anything flashy, just listening to music through his wired headphones. Yet he has such a unique appearance that it's almost impossible to look away from. She had to do a double take. He was that gorgeous. Y/N has never seen someone even look remotely close to him. White hair as pure as snow. Tall. Fit. Is he even human? 

Y/N wasn't close enough to see the color of his eyes but it didn't matter. She just knows they are beautiful. She just stood in the middle of the platform and admired him from across the train tracks, she definitely had not seen him before. She would have remembered if she did. 

Her heart skips a beat as he slowly raises his head almost as if he sensed someone staring. However before he spots her, the train zooms into the station. Blocking their line of view and bringing Y/N back to earth. She shakes her head trying to focus and gets on the train before the doors close.

Thankfully she finds a seat near the windows and plops down, putting her school bag on her lap. Out of curiosity, her head attempts to subtly turn and take one final glance at the boy. Surely she won't ever see him again after today. Too many possibilities were in the air. 

Perhaps he's a foreigner here on vacation. Maybe he doesn't live in this district. Who knows? 

So her eyes land on him once again. Once again staring at his phone with nonchalance. Until his eyes lift to meet hers, like he was expecting it. An unreadable expression on his face when staring at her. Immediately she quickly avoids eye contact and looks back down at her lap. How embarrassing, he caught her staring. 

The train slowly starts moving and Y/N sighs as she takes one final peek back at him. His eyes never left hers as his lips slowly curve upwards and….. he winks. She didn't have time to react as the train sped off. 

Leaving her to bury her head in her backpack. Her heart is beating so fast that it rivals the speed of the train.

Y/N was so lost in thought about the significance of the wink that she ended up missing her stop for school. 

All she could think about was their interaction and…….. blue. His eyes were crystal blue. 

She was in fact late to the first period. Nothing new. 

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“He's here again!” she mumbles under her breath as she spots him in the same spot as last time. Embarrassingly, she tried to show up around the same time for a few days now but has failed to see him. Today she decided to show up a bit early and it worked. If he winked at her that is a good sign right? 

Now he's there. Yet she's too nervous to do anything. I mean what can she even do when he's across the tracks? She never has even taken that train before. He seems to be taking the train to school as well. She can tell by a school bag he's carrying. 

Well she's not gonna keep staring like a creep….. She has to say something! 

Y/N takes a deep breath to calm her growing nerves. Her stomach feels all queasy and the hands hidden within her winter gloves are sweating. She doesn't have much experience with romance. But if she doesn't try now then she may not ever get another chance. 

With that in mind, she walks directly across from him on her platform and her hand slowly lifts up. It takes all of her courage to not chicken out and her cheeks already feel warm. Her hand starts waving towards him trying to grasp his attention. Thankfully after a few seconds, the boy notices and looks over at her. 

Oh. Oh shoot. 

Her heart flutters and she doesn't know what to do. I mean he cant hear her unless she screams. Her eyes darted around and the station was crowded as usual at this hour. What was she thinking?! In a matter of seconds he swiftly puts his phone in his coat pocket. Giving her all his attention. So he does remember her. 

Her brain short circuits and she slowly mouths that first thing she can think of. 

“I…. Like…. Your….hair!” 

….

….

….

She wants to die. 

Oh my god this is so embarrassing. She's never talking to any boy again. Goodbye world. He probably thinks she’s lame and awkward. With those looks he’s definitely popular at whatever school he attends. As Y/N is having an internal crisis, she watches as he likely thinks about her words. Honestly she hopes he didn't understand her. That will save her the embarrassment she brought upon herself. 

She watches as he tilts his head to the side and he smiles. 

Y/N swears she can hear her own heartbeat in her ears. He's pretty but the way his face brightens up when he smiles is just extraordinary. She didn't understand, it was in the middle of winter yet she felt hot to the touch.

“I…. Like…. Your…. Face” he mouths back to her as he pushes himself off the wall to stand up fully. Confidence radiating off him from that one line. 

Huh? Wait, did he just…

Before she had time to process this, his train zooms into the station and stops for passengers to get on. It blocked her view of him, thankfully erasing his view of her flustered state. It was short lived as he appeared near the window and continued staring at her with a smile or smirk, she couldn't quite tell. 

She saw as he lifted his hand and waved bye to her.

Y/N was so dazed at his responses that she didn't respond right away. But as the train slowly moved about to leave the station. Her hand quickly shoots up and waves bye. A look of awe in her face. 

“B-Bye……” she mumbles out loud as if he could hear her. Maybe it was her flustered face. Maybe it was the way her body was stiff as a rock. Maybe he saw her mumble something under her breath. 

Because after her little awkward wave to him, his lips curved upwards more and he started chuckling a little at her. Straight after that, the train zooms and exits the station in a flash. The cold breeze from the train's departure makes her hair sway in the wind. It's freezing out here, yet her body felt like it was on fire. 

She stood there frozen like winter air got the better of her. 

Already planning to come to this station at the same time tomorrow. 

And for the first time in a while Y/N was early for school.

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Dimples

Modern AU | What happens when an emo skater meets a clumsy ballerina? Both with clear interest in one another, too shy to make the first move. Love will bloom of course!!!

᧔o᧓ || choso kamo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, choso pov, no nsfw, pure fluff, shy choso, first meeting, open ending, 1k word count

As he listened to the beats of the drums through his headphones, he made a beeline towards his usual bench. 

Setting down his bookbag and making sure to tighten his two spiky hair buns. 

He took a quick glance around the skatepark, noticing it was fairly empty today. 

Two other skaters present other than himself.

Before beginning his usual routine, he did a few stretches. 

Eventually starting off by placing his skateboard on the ground and zooming around naturally. 

Losing himself in the chords and tunes of the songs that followed in and out his ears.

For the next hour he did his usual series of tricks, attempting to correct any errors he had the prior day. 

And to his surprise, he was ultimately the last one there. Unaware till now, that the other two skaters left a while ago. 

He should be heading out as well, his brothers will come home from school soon. 

With haste, he grabs his bag and begins packing up. Feeling a bit thirsty however, he pauses and sips from his water bottle. 

Aimlessly looking around the park as he does.

It was nothing unusual.

Prior to spotting a bundle of pink in the building across the street. 

His eyes snapped back in that direction, towards the other side of the road, out of plain curiosity. 

He never noticed it before, but the building across the street seemed to be a dance studio. Big open window panels, giving a clear view of the inside. A ballet studio more specifically.

As his gaze focuses, he recognizes the bundle of pink to be a group of ballerinas. 

And more importantly, a group of ballerinas waving at him. 

He almost choked on his drink at the realization. Awkwardly looking around him, to see if he was mistaken. 

After finding no one else, he slowly pointed to himself as his eyes landed back on them, a silent question.

All the girls nod in response.

He stood there completely lost, embarrassed and beyond shy. 

It’s not often that so many female gazes are on him.

He then saw them all collectively point towards one girl in the group. 

Chosos eyes follow and slowly drift to her, who happens to be attempting to hide from him. 

She was clearly embarrassed as the other girls seemed to laugh and push her to the front, now more visible to him.

Her eyes looked in his direction and he could already feel his own cheeks heat up as he connected the dots.

The clear teasing of the other girls, the way she’s fidgeting under his gaze, she must be interested in him…. right? 

At least that's what he assumes. 

He gave her a quick glance over, the distance was too great to notice specific features but she definitely stood out from the rest. Despite the fact they were all wearing matching outfits - pink leotards and tutus.

His daze was broken when he saw what looked to be the dance instructor, walk into the room. Everyone scurrying away back to their spots to resume their dancing.

She stayed though. 

Her hand slowly moves up as she shyly waves to him. 

His hand moved on its own, slowly waving back. 

She scrambled away when the instructor walked over to teasingly nudge her. The entire room seemed to laugh at her embarrassment, all with good intentions though.

A few seconds later, he plops his skateboard down, pushing himself to go skating off in the direction of his home. 

A warm hue of pink dusted across his cheeks. All because of a certain ballerina.

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He takes a seat at the park bench.

His eyes went against his will, drifting across the street yet again. 

The group seems to be practicing pirouettes today which was a bit entertaining. 

But he looks for that one person in specific. 

It doesn't take long as he spots her at the end of the line. 

Almost as if she can feel it, her head turns to look in his direction. His heart quickens almost immediately, and he wonders if she feels the same. 

He gets the answer sooner than later. 

Seeming to be so flustered that she falls out of her pirouette, stumbling to the floor.

In a flash she gets back up on her feet, looking ahead to see if anyone noticed. They didn't seem to though. 

She seems to relax and then looks back at Choso. 

The curves of his lips turn upwards and despite holding it in, he couldn't help but to laugh.. 

She seems to freeze likely out of embarrassment but then joins him as she covers her mouth to muffle the giggles wanting to escape. 

The girl must have been so distracted that she didn’t even hear her dance teacher approaching.

Even from afar, he can see her soul leave her body when the instructor taps her shoulder to focus. She repeatedly bows in an apologetic manner and gets back to dancing. 

Not before sending a little wave his way first. To which he sends one back. 

It was only when he's about halfway home that he realized he still had that smile on his face.

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He was never one to initiate conversations. 

Something came over him. 

He’s had enough of just staring at you from the safety of the park. 

Choso was never the type to initiate conversation. 

But for some reason his legs moved on their own. 

He leans against the wall, unconsciously fixing his hair and fidgeting with his skateboard when he sees people from your class leaving the studio. 

All giving him knowing glances and encouraging thumbs up.

It oddly gave him a spark of confidence. 

However, his tough guy act crumbled the moment you stepped outside. 

As cliche as it was, you were the last to exit. 

It was the first time he saw her up close.

Her eyes glance towards him and he could’ve sworn he heard his heart beating in his ears. 

She looks completely shocked as she stares at him. 

There’s a moment of silence as their gazes meet. A mutual understanding between them two. And it was as if they knew whatever happens next will determine the outcome. 

“....hi” 

“hey”

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