#nobara drabble

[teddybeartoji]

satoru as the guardian of an itty bitty six year old nobara... he spoils her so fucking much, and he lets her do anything and everything lmao nobara is so loud and lively and satoru fucking loves it like he adooores her so so so much<333333333

lets nobara climb all over him like he's her personal jungle gym whenever she's bored and lets nobara mess up his hair if she so desires. this is all very normal btw,, satoru doesn't even bat an eye when he feels her tugging at his arm as he's cooking, only smiling to himself when nobara grumbles that he's too heavy for her too pull on. satoru just ruffles her hair and tells her that he'll play mario cart with her after they've eaten and just fucking dies out of cuteness agression when nobara stomps her little foot while glaring at him. the hair thing is very casual too – sometimes satoru's just laying on the couch, watching tv, when nobara plops onto his back and just splays herself all over him like a puppy. yk how they sometimes lay on their backs with their paws up in the air – like that. it's very cute!!! she watches the tv with him for a while in silence but then she gets a little bored and goes to play with his hair instead. she styles it, she combs it; she makes fun of it being white, commenting that satoru's just so old already but he loves it.

they have spa days together, too. after a very, very bubbly bath, they're both clad in the cutest pyjamas with equally adorable headbands holding back their head. satoru's never been afraid to spend his money, meaning that the bathroom they share is as big as they come – they both have their own sides, seperate sinks and cupboard for the both of them (satoru really loves spoiling her). nobara has her own little stool to stand on as well, so she can see herself in the mirror perfectly as they wash their faces before applying face masks. sometimes nobara insists on putting on satoru's herself bc she thinks she can do it better. of course, he lets her.

after that, satoru carries her to the couch, so they can watch a movie while the mask dries. they eat popcorn and candy, and joke about whatever's playing on the screen. and when the twenty minutes are up, they both head back to the bathroom to wash their faces again. nobara does this for satoru, too – her eyebrows are furrowed, her eyes determined as she cleans him up. satoru pokes her cheek and laughs as she tells him off, as she tells him to stop messing around. satoru apologizes with a grin.

he blow dries her hair after all the skincare is done, his hands gentle as he combs through the strands. he's extra careful, knowing full well that he'll get reprimanded if he were to tug on her a bit too hard. satoru's rather good at it btw – doing her hair. he's learned how to braid it in different ways, so he's ready for whatever she could ever want. he's got hairties with him at all times, he's even got some hairclips in his pockets – in various shades, to match with the outfit she's wearing.

satoru likes to teasingly call her "little lady". it almost always ends up with her trying to shove him, the argument that 'she's not little' the saying she counters her guardian with. satoru thinks she's very adorable. nobara usually calls him by his name, sometimes by his last name but that's only when she's a little pissed off or when she's trying to be tough. she calls him 'toru' when she's tired though; when she's glued to him, her tiny hands circled around his neck as satoru's carrying her home from the park.

satoru's always there at her taekwondo practices, silently cheering her on as she kicks ass. he's so proud of her, so fucking proud. every once in a while, she turns to him with a big grin on her face, yelling out in excitement after yet another win. satoru is so incredibly proud.

satoru really adores nobara. she might not be his kid, but he still loves her like one. a father, a brother, a guardian - it doesn't matter. family. and nobara couldn't be any happier either – to have somebody that lets her have her fun, that doesn't even try to tone her down in any way. to have somebody that loves her unconditionally. it's everything a child could ever possibly want.

[fushipurro]

Our Hopes in Death

☆ Synopsis: Nanami had many regrets in life, something that haunts him even in death. Nobara, a life taken too soon, is one such regret he wishes he could take back.

☆ Content: major character death, spoilers for shibuya incident, hurt/comfort???, grief/mourning

☆ Notes: not an x reader, but shoutout to my poopynation oomfies for making me suffer with this thought so much that i had to write it (don’t kill me please!!!)

The last thing Nanami saw before his sight turned black was Yuji’s sorrowful expression. He was yet another person ─ a child ─ Nanami failed to keep safe. It’s one of the biggest regrets he’s had in life, one that he knows now followed him to his grave when another of his students is now in front of him.

Nobara Kugisaki.

Last time he saw her, she was safe ─ alive, and in the flesh. A large part of him hopes that the apparition before him is just that, but at his heart, he knows this is the real deal.

“Sensei?” she says with confusion evident in her speech. She puts a hand on her hip, taking in what can only be described as an airport, or a mirage of such. “We’re dead, aren’t we? Why the hell are we in an airport and not some cloud in the sky.”

Nobara was never one to sugarcoat her words, something Nanami always admired about the young teen. He wished he had her confidence, her will, her everything that made her the fighter she was in life when he was her age.

Maybe Haibara would still be alive if he did something different, or the many others that slipped through his hands.

She raises a brow at his silence, but it doesn’t stop her from flopping down in the empty seat next to his own with a heavy, frustrated sigh. “That rat bastard tricked me,” she snarls, closing her eyes with clenched fists. “I would’ve had him if I was faster! Poor Itadori; I’m sure it wasn’t pretty watching me go.”

Yuji.

From her words, Nanami feels the pain of his regret more than ever before, comparable to a time before when he left the world of sorcery behind. From Gojo getting sealed, to watching Nobara and himself be killed before his eyes… that boy’s life is hell on earth.

He hopes Megumi is safe after that mystery savior from Dagon’s domain disappeared with him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you,” he finally says, pushing off his seat to kneel before her. He looks just like how he did that last time he saw her, alongside Akari, when all three of them were alive. “I should never have left you alone. None of you children should have been in Shibuya today.”

A gentle smile appears on Nobara’s face, though her eyes read a solemn note. “It’s alright, Sensei. Like I told Itadori, I’ve had a pretty good life.”

His eyes fall from her face to his hands ─ hands that could’ve stopped or delayed the inevitable. She’s a child, she shouldn’t have had to die. He should have been more careful, maybe kept her by his side or made sure she got away.

Mahito was too much of a wildcard for anyone their age to have had to go up against.

Junpei, Nobara, countless other innocent lives, and the painful thought that Yuji is likely fighting him at this very moment. He has to believe Yuji will pull through and win, or at the very least hope Sukuna interferes like the first time around. It’s unlikely, but hope is all Nanami has right now.

“Where do we go now?” Nobara asks, standing upright again. “Does this place even have an exit?”

Outside the large glass windows, the roar of a plane can be heard taking off. Perhaps this airport is a purgatory where the options of where to go are of your own choosing, or maybe your tickets are predetermined ─ signed and ready to go whenever you board.

“There should be a directory board around here that might help,” Nanami tells her. What airport or building of this size wouldn’t have something like that? If he can’t find that, then he’ll stick with her until they find someone else.

Her eyes light up with realization, and near child-like wonder. “Ohh, good idea! I wonder if there’s any cafes or vending machines around here, like those cake ones that sing after you order from them!”

In another life, this is all Nanami would have wanted. No battles, no bloodshed, no curses ─ just children and adults, eager to enjoy all the good life has to offer.

If he does get another chance, he hopes his next life is easier even if he feels it to be a selfish thought. Maybe then he could marry the bakery girl or that one close friend from his days in school. Given the choice, he’d gladly become a parent as well, and hopefully to a daughter.

He hopes that with whatever children he may have, that he’s able to give them the best chance at life ─ one that won’t end before they’ve even lived. This time, he’ll be there to protect them, and to assure he lives a life without regret this time around.

“Why don’t we go looking then?” Nanami asks, holding out his hand to Nobara. “I won’t leave you alone, not this time.”

She graciously accepts with that same smile that seems to light up the airport sky. The two of them now walking hand in hand, like a father and his daughter. If this is all he can have in the next life, then he hopes to have this. And should he ever have that daughter he dreams of…

He would name her Nobara.

[obsesssedblerd]

dating choso means spending a ton of time with yuuji since that's his baby bro and he keeps an eye on him. at first choso's a bit worried about what you would think, but you're so excited to hang out with the pink-haired ball of energy. nothing melts choso's heart faster than you planning something fun that also includes yuuji.

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

[str4ngr]

Hello!! Could u do number 5 angst with megumi jjk??

no. [crying.]

just not now.

m. fushiguro. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: angst, foul language, unrequited love, rejection, gn! reader. wc: 629. notes: we're not friends. not proofread

His eyes met yours like a scalding hot burn, piercing your soul in merciless indifference,

"Sorry, but no."

Megumi's voice echoed in your head, no longer the song that made your heart sing but what made it shatter. Your breath felt like it shrunk in your lungs while each word and emotion began to ball up into a lump in your throat. Your eyes were blown wide, staring right at him but it felt like you couldn't see him. The warm curves of his cheeks turned into the creases in his forehead as he raised a brow at you,

"What? Look, y/n, I don't see you like that."

It felt like autopilot, robotic smile on your lip as you nod, letting him walk away with a dry expression as he turned his back on you. He didn't look back, the uncomfortable glare of unreciprocated feeling lingering on your face as your back faced his. it felt hard to swallow, it felt like your head was coming unscrewed from how fast it was spinning. Were you truly that delusional?

They always say when a door in life closes, another open, but right now? Right now, it feels like every single molecule of space around you is a door slamming shut and squeezing you alive. Your feet dragged back to your dorm, phone discarded somewhere, muted as regretful texts from Kugisaki lit up your lockscreen.

Curled up beneath a behemoth mountain of sheets, you still felt cold, the reminder of his dismissive stare, his hands in his pocket, the way all those bubbly feelings in your heart bursted into searing rejection that felt like they tore apart your chest.

The wall felt happier to stare at then yourself. God, maybe you really were wearing rose-tinted glasses. You pursed your lips, think to every time your mind brought you to a hopeful la-la-land of your ideals.

Every time Megumi 'stared' at you, was he staring at you, or was it because you were sat next to Panda, who he was talking to? Or... when he remembered your favorite snack! Or maybe it's because Itadori told him, since he was the one who was supposed to get them. And he was the one you had told... How about your birthday? No, all he did was contribute to the collective gift given by the other first-years.

With how dehydrated you were, you weren't sure if it was now that you became deranged, or before. But probably the latter, considering your mind was now brutally slapping you in the face, each memory of your pathetic puppy love followed by the raging reminder of rejection.

Maybe today wasn't the day to feel confident, maybe you shouldn't have hyped yourself up in the mirror this morning.

Early morning practice was a weekly shenanigan; shenanigan because most of the time, those who were not dueling to the half-death were goofing around. Today was just another one of those days, with Maki and Kugisaki going head to head in a close combat training. Megumi had. just finished with Itadori, and fuck did he look beautiful, wrist wiping the sweat on his forehead, his fringe flipped back as his chest slightly heaved.

You couldn't help but admire the way the just risen sun's light glimered off each bead that trailed down his defined cheekbones, or how his sharp eyes glared into Itadori at some stupid joke he had made. Megumi had decided to go refill his water bottle, and you decided to trail along. God, did you regret that now.

How much more fucking obvious could it be? You were being delusional, desperate, grasping at the straws of romantically meaningless, platonic, actions, playing make-believe as if they meant anything at all.

Class would be much harder from now on.

notes: oh my gee i havent used y/n in so long....

[sqtorux]

what's your type?

a short fic on how you found out how you weren't yuji's type. it's fluff and happy i swear.

yuji finds himself in a very difficult situation, already thinking of how to do damage control as he grabs your hand and starts pulling you away from the small crowd. this time however, the damage wasn't done by him. at least not entirely.

it was a few days after the sister school games with the kyoto school. your boyfriend and you along with nobara were visiting megumi in his dorm bringing him pizza when suddenly todo, apparently a student from the rival school decided to crash the little gathering.

you'd had heard of him from yuji and he wasn't exactly the type of person you see yourself getting close with, which is why when his eyes scan you up and down you couldn't help but cringe.

“hm so this is your girlfriend?” todo studied you closely as he rubbed his chin in concentration making you scoot a little closer to your boyfriend.

“yes!” yuji beamed at you but then glanced back and forth at todo and then at you trying to figure out what's going on.

“i didn't know your type changed, brother” ah that's what's going on.

that's also what got you in this set up. empty hallway with yuji profusely trying to explain or apologize. you couldn't tell with the way he nervously played with his fingers.

“y/n-”

“so what's your type then yuji?” he winced at the name, different from all the loving nicknames you used to call him. no yu no babe, baby, love just yuji.

“you i swear” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly, only earning a scoff from you.

“drop it. i thought it was jennifer lawrence? surely todo doesn't think you'll actually date her? or is he as delusional with other people's lovelife as he is with his own?”

“i might've… described…” yuji really should've kept his mouth shut but hey, he thinks it's better than hiding things from you even if it were as trivial as his type. only, it doesn't seem so trivial to you.

“so what is it? what's your type?” you press on stubbornly, crossing your arms and raising a brow waiting for his answer.

“t-tall girls with big butts” he flushed red and looked away. “to be fair it was before i met you everything changed when i met you you're perfect please” yuji held your hand and flashed his puppy dog eyes you always lose against.

“the concept of an ideal type is bullshit” yuji chuckled at your grumble and held you tight. “exactly babe! just because i find certain features… nice doesn't mean i’d immediately love them for it. it's all about what the heart wants and my heart wants you. only you.”

“you and your words…”

he only laughs as he holds you even tighter, if that's even possible, placing tons of light wet kisses all over your face.

“next time someone asks me what my type is i will say it's my adorable girlfriend” he smiled, peering down at you still not letting you go from the hug despite you squirming to get away.

“you do that” he finally loosens his grip around you. “but…” you slowly took a few steps back, a smirk on your lips.

“what are you upto?” yuji tries coming closer but you wave a hand to stop him.

“when someone ask me what my type is i will say it's cillian murphy!” you stuck your tongue out and dash away.

“hey that's not fair!!” yuji ran after you, laughter echoing the hallways of the school bringing life to it.

[satoruswifeyyyy]

how to turn your boyfriend's tattoos into a masterpiece (ryomen sukuna x fem!reader)

masterlist

non curse au, sukuna and you have an established relationship, sukuna with tattoos, soft sukuna, sukuna with a family, choso and yuji call him 'uncle kuna', instagram au included.

itadori residence – dinner time

you weren’t sure what was more entertaining: the actual dinner or watching sukuna pretend he wasn’t secretly enjoying himself.

sitting at the dinner table, you glanced around. jin was at the head of the table, cool and collected, making sure things didn’t descend into absolute chaos.

yuji, being his usual sunshine self, was happily stuffing his face with food. choso, seated across from him, was delicately eating, looking every bit the sweet, older brother he was. you, of course, were seated next to sukuna, who was pretending to be absolutely miserable.

"uncle sukuna, can you pass the soy sauce?" yuji asked with a cheeky grin.

"get it yourself, brat," sukuna grumbled, arms crossed, clearly not in the mood to be helpful.

choso, ever the polite one, reached for the soy sauce. "here, yuji. don’t bother uncle sukuna too much."

you smirked, picking up the bottle before choso could. "here you go, yuji. unlike some people, i have basic human decency."

sukuna scoffed. "you’re acting like i even want to be here."

choso tilted his head, looking genuinely concerned. "but you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to, uncle sukuna."

sukuna groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "that’s not the point, choso."

you nudged him with your elbow. "oh, please, you’re enjoying this, and you know it."

he clicked his tongue and looked away, but you saw the slight blush on his ears. victory.

dinner continued with plenty of sarcasm, teasing, and, of course, sukuna being a grumpy mess. but despite all his huffing and puffing, he didn’t get up and leave. instead, he stayed.

at one point, choso smiled softly at sukuna. "it’s nice that you’re here with us, uncle sukuna. yuji and i both like it when you’re around."

sukuna froze for a second before grumbling something unintelligible, his ears turning even redder. you couldn’t help but grin at how endearing the whole scene was.

and that was enough proof that he liked being around you all.

later that night – cuddling in bed

you had never, ever thought you’d see the day when ryomen sukuna—the infamous grump, menace, and self-proclaimed cuddle-hater—would be wrapped around you like a needy koala.

yet, here you were.

sukuna was shirtless, his tattooed arm thrown over your waist, keeping you locked in place. you had tried to wiggle out a few minutes ago to grab a glass of water, but he had growled in his sleep, pulling you closer.

for a guy who complained about affection, he sure needed it.

with a small smile, you blinked your sleepy eyes open, only to be met with—

a monster.

well, not an actual monster, but his damn tattoos.

cue immediate panic.

the half-asleep part of your brain didn’t register that it was just sukuna’s arm. no, your groggy self saw a monster.

in the darkness, his inked arm looked way more menacing than usual. your barely-awake brain registered this as "holy hell, i’m being attacked," and before logic could catch up, you let out the most ungodly scream known to mankind.

“ahhhhh!”

your scream shattered the peace, making sukuna jolt awake like he was under attack.

“what?! who? where?!”

he was already reaching for a weapon (that didn’t exist) while you were clutching your chest, trying not to die from embarrassment.

you were panting, clutching your chest, while he scanned the room for intruders. then his gaze snapped to you, eyes narrowing. “…why are you screaming?”

“…uh.” you flushed red, suddenly aware of what just happened. sukuna looked at you expectantly, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

when you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow. “what? spit it out, dumbass.”

you groaned, covering your face with both hands. “i—i saw your tattoo half-asleep and thought it was a monster.”

silence.

then.

he burst out laughing.

not just any laugh. a real, genuine, heart-melting laugh. one that made your brain short-circuit because holy hell—

ryomen sukuna actually had a beautiful laugh.

you just stared, completely hypnotized. his usual gruff, deep voice melted into something so warm, so sweet, so incredibly rare.

you didn’t even care about the embarrassment anymore.

you just… wanted to hear it again.

but then you remembered—he was laughing at you.

oh hell no. he does not get to laugh at you like this.

“oh, you think that’s funny?” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“hilarious,” he wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“right. you’re so dead.”

he smirked. “oh yeah? what are you gonna do, dumbass?”

you smirked right back. “oh, you’ll see.”

thirty minutes later – operation: revenge

"this is the dumbest shit i’ve ever let you do," sukuna grumbled.

“hush, you love it,” you said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, gleefully painting over his tattoos with your makeup.

his once terrifying monster-like ink was now adorned with pink bows, glitter, tiny flowers, and even a ribbon or two.

“hold still,” you scolded, dabbing a final glittery touch on his forearm.

“if anyone ever sees this, i’m throwing you into the ocean,” he muttered.

you grinned. “you’re saying that, but you’re perfectly still.”

he clicked his tongue but didn’t move an inch. busted.

the next morning

you woke up early, stretching and rubbing your eyes before making your way to the kitchen. jin was already up, sipping coffee. yuji had his friends—megumi and nobara—over, and they sat around chatting. choso, ever the helpful one, was busy setting the table.

“morning,” you greeted, tying your hair up as you started helping yuji with breakfast.

a few minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded down the hall.

then—

sukuna strolled into the kitchen, shirtless.

and with his pink, girly, glittery, ribbon-covered tattoos on full display.

silence.

then—

absolute chaos.

megumi choked on his coffee. nobara? cackling. yuji stared for a solid three seconds before bursting into laughter so hard he almost fell off his chair.

choso blinked, tilting his head. “oh… uncle sukuna? you look...cute!"

“oh my god,” nobara screeched, whipping out her phone. click! “no way i’m letting this go.”

sukuna blinked, confused. “what?”

more laughter. yuji? dying. megumi? contemplating life. nobara? already uploading the picture.

jin just had a knowing smile on his face as he chuckled, shaking his head.

you? wheezing.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed. “what the hell is so funny?”

you gestured to his arm, barely breathing through your laughter. “your—your tattoos—”

he looked down.

froze.

realization. hit.

his entire face turned red.

“you,” he growled, turning to you, eyes blazing.

you, tears of laughter streaming down your face, held up your hands. “whoops?”

“you’re so dead.”

he lunged, but you dodged behind jin, who just sipped his coffee and sighed. “not in the kitchen, kids.”

meanwhile, nobara? still cackling.

“this is going viral,” she smirked, waving her phone.

choso, ever the innocent one, blinked and tilted his head. “uncle sukuna, you look nice with glitter.”

sukuna groaned, rubbing his face, still blushing. “i hate all of you.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “aww, don’t be mad.”

he grumbled, glaring at you. “this is all your fault.”

“but you love me,” you cooed, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

he sighed, pulling you closer. “…yeah, yeah.”

and despite all his threats and grumbling, you knew—he loved every second of it.

a few hours later, on instagram

slayorcrynobara [picture of the pinkish glitter clad tattoos on sukuna's arms]

slayorcrynobara: when you think @ryomensukuna cannot get any scarier but then he lets @_ynln pull this on him 💀💀 #ryomensukawai #pinktastic #pinkpower

[music: Tokyo- Leat'eq ♫]

♡ by _ynln, nanamikento, gojosatoru.thegoat and 8.6 others

@_ynln: i turned him into a strawberry shortcake, that's just how iconic i am 🔥

↳ @gojosatoru.thegoat: sukuna's honestly giving ✨ barbiecore✨ and i fear he is slaying better than me.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i always slay better than you.

@itsokkotsu4real: i don't know whether to laugh or cry but i am definitely scared 💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: cry. definitely cry.

↳ @_ynln: dw yuta, kuna is just mad because he looks delicious 😋

@kongshiu_here: this is the funniest thing i have seen all year. respect to y/n for pulling this off!!

↳ @bestfushigurodadtoji: ya ass is dead. ya said you didn't have network when i asked for hotspot, ya dumb fucker.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: not under MY POST-

@blackhairedsuguru: bro wtf happened to @ryomensukuna ? 💀💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: ask my girl, she’s the criminal here.

↳ @_ynln: criminally good at art, you mean?

@okkotsu4real: honestly it is sad that i missed out on it :/ wish i had been there... @megumifushiguro @itsdori_doesitbest @slayorceynobara @bigbrother.choco y'all are so lucky

↳@megumifushiguro: lucky??? these people were so loud that i got a headache

↳ @slayorcrynobara: haha jealous? 😇 kiss my ass

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: megumi is capping, he secretly loved it!!

↳ @bigbrotherchoco: it was fun!! i have never seen uncle sukuna so happy 🥰

↳ _@ynln: @okotsu4real haha i will do it again when you come back to japan :D

↳ @ryomensukuna: THERE'S NO NEXT TIME

@_ynln: MY LITTLE PONYYYYYYY 🎀 he is just a chill guy, i m a chill girl and WE ARE A CHILL COUPLE‼️

↳ @ryomensukuna: i am chill guy, you're a chill girl. let's have children.

↳ _ynln: OMG I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK

↳ itsdori_doesitbest: NOT HERE GUYS

@weaponqueen.maki: @_ynln, you’re an artist. nobara, you’re an icon. sukuna, you’re a clown.

↳ @_ynln: love you 💋

↳ @slayorcrynobara: my baby gets it. always has, always will. 💅

@megumifushiguro: sukuna in pink. i never thought i would live to see this day.

↳ @ryomensukuna: enjoy it while you can, brat.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: i will make sure no one forgets <3

@inumakiisbrainrot: I WANT TATOOS LIKE THAT, SO BONITA AND COQUETTE 🎀 slay @_ynln

↳ @_ynln: ily 💋

↳ @ryomensukuna: he is fucking minor.

@iblameino: didn’t think it was possible to make you less intimidating BAHAHAHA

↳ @ryomensukuna: say that again, brat, and see what happens.

↳ @iblameino: why do you always act like you're better than me??

↳ @ryomensukuna: cause i am.

@itsdori_doesitbest: BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

↳ @itsdori_doesitbbest: I COULDN'T FUCKING BREATHE, THANK YOU SO MUCH @_ynln I LOVE YOU 💗

↳ @_ynln: aww love you too baby

↳ @ryomensukuna: what the fuck is going on here?

@gojosatoru.thegoat: LMFAOOOOOO I CAN’T BREATHE. PINK SUKUNA IS THE NEW ICON.

↳ @ryomensukuna: get lost, you clown.

↳ @_y/nln: finally, someone appreciates my vision 😇

↳ @gojosatoru.thegoat: i never thought sukuna would embrace his pink phase.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i’m not “embracing” anything, idiot.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: sounds like denial to me.

@itsokkotsu4real: i don't know whether to laugh or cry but i am definitely scared 💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: cry. definitely cry.

↳ @_ynln: dw yuta, kuna is just mad because he looks delicious 😋

@gojosatoru.thegoat: OMG I NEED TO FRAME THIS. sukuna's just a big softie uwu. 🩷✨

↳ @_ynln: satoru, your energy is everything rn.

@inumakiisbrainrot: tuna mayo? 💖

↳ @_ynln: yes, inumaki, pink tuna mayo vibes 💕

↳ @ryomensukuna: what the hell are you two talking about?!

@bestfushigurodadtoji: ngl, this just made my week. sukuna, ever thought of a modeling career?

↳ @slayorcrynobara: you’ve got a point, old man.

↳ @bestfushigurodadtoji: this is cringe though🙄

↳ @pandastic_vibes: and yet you’re here for the tea.

@gojosatoru.thegoat: @blackhairedsuguru us when?? 😻😻

↳ @_ynln: LMAOOO IGNORED

@pandastic_vibes: honestly, sukuna’s giving off “pink panda energy,” and i’m here for it.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i’ll throw you off a cliff, panda.

↳ @weaponqueen.maki: sukuna vs panda is the fight we all deserve.

@bigbrother.choco: can we all appreciate how @_ynln 's art skills brought us closer as a family?

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: facts.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i want a new family.

@nanamikento: i’ve seen a lot of ridiculous things in my life, but this? this is the limit.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: i’ll take that as a compliment. 💅

↳ @nanamikento: it, indeed, was one.

@thisishirugama: this feels like a violation of several laws, both moral and legal. this feels illegal to witness.

↳ @_ynln: that’s just my power as an artist.

@ryomensukuna: i didn’t sign up for this chaos.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: you didn’t need to. nobara delivers chaos to everyone, free of charge.

@gojosatoru.thegoat: sukuna looks like the final boss of a build-a-bear workshop. 💀 who approved this man?

↳ @slayorcrynobara: nah, he looks like the villain in a kindergarten play. “beware the pink warrior!” 💀

↳@inumakiisbrainrot: 👏 kombu 👏 man 👏 strikes 👏 again.

↳ @_ynln: it’s okay, guys. he’s going through his “finding himself” era 💕

↳ @ryomensukuna: i am reporting everyone's account.

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: okay, uncle, calm down 😭

@_ynln: kuna, i painted your tattoos pink, and you still look like a menace. congratulations, you’re officially impossible to fix 🙏🔥

↳ @ryomensukuna: impossible to fix? woman, i’m perfect already. but if you want to try “fixing” me in private, my door’s always open.

a/n: ugh i had to rewrite this entire thing because i fucking didn't save the first half im so dumb 😭 this is probably the longest post i have ever made but well there's a first time for everything. this took a lot of time to make ughhh i want sleep xoxo

[lorre-verie]

random Megumi Fushiguro headcanons

꩜ includes: dating headcanons with gn!reader, general headcanons ft. mentions of yuji, nobara, gojo, maki, panda & indirect mention to toji. w/c: 900-1k

written by both lorre and jude, proofread by jude. (❦) is a comment from lorre, (✧) is a comment from jude 

‧₊˚✩ » he’s clingy. but not clingy clingy, he’s clingy in the way that he always lingers around you, always wants to see your face or just be close to you.

he doesn’t even have to touch you. your presence is more than enough for him.

(❦: awww, basking in his sunlight! his sunlight being his s/o, i mean) (✧: i wouldn’t go that far.) (❦: shhhhh, let them be delusional) (✧: 🤐)

» you know he cares when he asks you if you’ve eaten lunch today, what you ate and if you liked it.

or when he passes you a water bottle without even looking at you during training cause he knows you're thirsty.

or giving you a snack he knows you like from the vending machine without even so much as a word, walking away immediately after. (❦: that’s so cute)

» has a little notebook in his drawer which he fills in little things he’s learned about people he cares about, like their likes and dislikes, or something he's observed.

there’s pages for you, nobara, yuji, maki and...i realise now there are very slim pickings.

there’s even half a page for gojo hidden near the very back.

don’t ask why it’s only half.

» probably wants to do cheesy shit like interlocking your pinkies together while walking, or sharing a milkshake with those curly red straws but feels like throwing up whenever he thinks about mentioning it to you. (✧: you’ll have to be the instigator for this one)

» i’m not even sure what to say about his hair. does he brush it? there’s no way he uses gel to get those spikes right?

they’re so unnatural that there's no chance he does that on purpose. what's up with that nest on his head? does he even know whats going on with his hair??? oh well, doesn't matter. he likes it when he gets to lay down on your lap after a tiring day and you run your fingers through his hair and on his scalp absentmindedly.

he closes his eyes and he feels like he’s achieved true bliss and happiness. 

» if you take your hand away suddenly, he won’t protest.

but his eyes will open ever so slightly, and he’ll just

stare.

why’d you stop??? don’t stop!!!

if after a while you haven’t returned your hand to its rightful place, his bottom lip will just barely jut out.

what? he’s not pouting. don’t be childish.

you hang around itadori too much.

you should spend more time with him instead. 

» he’s protective towards his s/o.

he’ll ask where you’re going and who you’re hanging out with, but he’ll let you go wherever.

but if you’re going somewhere dangerous he’ll come with you.

if you don’t want him to come, take a shikigami with you.

if you don’t want the shikigami to come, well. just be careful.

did you bring everything you needed? an umbrella in case it rains? water? charged your phone?

remember to text him if you need anything.

do you need some cash? take this.

what about pepper spray? or better yet, a hammer?

you have to laugh and stop him from following you straight up to your destination. 

» yeah. he knows he can’t stop you from doing anything you want to, but he just gets antsy. he just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you, especially if you’re going on a tough mission. 

» sensitive to strong smells. i just know it.

I can imagine him turning his head away in silent disgust everytime he smells something thats too strong, good or bad.

even if its the just air freshener in a taxi, food thats been out a bit too long or, get this, "the smell of fresh leather".

he just seems like the kind of guy. (❦: pack it up, sensitive sniffer)

» notices everything, even if he doesn’t mention it.

oh, you’re hungry? he’s already reaching into his backpack and giving you a snack.

hm, you looked at that plushie a little longer than the other ones. oh?? whats it doing on your bed a few days later??

» insanelyyyyy touch starved but will NEVER admit to it (✧: unless you two are dating, but even then)

» thinks the big spoon and small spoon shit is stupid.

why can’t he hug you and you hug him back facing each other??? why do people do that???? do you just hate being happy and seeing your loved one facing you????

» hates cucumbers. need megumi to leave an area? throw a cucumber at him. he says 'they have a smell' and that 'it's horrid'.

» will add like a buttload of ginger in his food and insist that its not spicy and you should try it if you dont believe him. (❦: dont do it just dont)

» emotionally constipated in terms of communication. he’s good at sorting through his own emotions himself, he just has trouble communicating that, but he tries his best. 

» not a headcanon but i hope we can all agree that he is THE nepo baby

» looks up to maki a whole bunch

» swore to never smoke ever

» isn’t judgemental, but thats just because he doesn’t gaf

» the reason he doesn’t feel comfortable using playful cloud is because he gets this feeling he can only describe as weird whenever he holds it, making his hairs stand on end.

its almost as if he has this connection to it, but it freaks him out.  gojo noticed, but kept silent. 

» pretends his music taste isn’t mainstream but it totally is. but not summery pop mainstream, more like alternative ‘what do YOU know about donald glover/kendrick lamar/tyler the creator’ mainstream

» really liked pandas as a kid but after being enrolled in tokyo jujutsu high he felt somewhat....conflicted.

» changed his favourite animal to wolves soon after.

» he totally has a type! he just didn’t want to tell todo.

OR alternatively, after the fight with todo he thought about it a bit more, and realised he does have a type, but will take that to his grave

(or so he thinks to himself before yuji eventually milks it out of him)

» really patient when a situation needs him to be. he’s very strong mentally because he's needed to be since he was a kid.

» prefers non-fiction books over fiction books. tried to read fiction books but they just didn’t interest him all that much. but, if his s/o liked fiction books…then perhaps he'd consider some.

» had like 6 people confess to him in one year in his previous school but he was weirded out and rejected them over text

» he's a visual learner but its mainly because if someone's telling him something he has a tendency to just space out and not listen or be able to process half of what they said. but sometimes he just does it on purpose LMAO

» He HAS to sleep at least 8 hours. He will not have it if he has to sleep less. Gets extremely irked, but will not say a thing if there's a good enough reason that he has to stay up/wake up early.

» has to fight back a smug smirk whenever nobara mentions his naturally long eyelashes

(❦: its not fair! advocate for equity in genetics!!!!)

(✧: it's definitely not a smile nor smirk, but saying ‘smug corner-of-his-lips-twitches-up-for-0.1-seconds’ doesn't really roll off the tongue)

feels so good to be writing again, you could not believe. these are so incredibly random LMAO but thanks for reading till the end <3 much love, lorre.

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[logoleptic-since-06]

JJK Actor AU Headcanons

Note: This has been on my drafts for ages. I love seeing actor AU so much. I altered some of their canon personalities (obviously) and there's mentions of two non-shipped characters getting together.

⌗ Gojo and Sukuna are A-list actors, the internet broke when the news of them starring in a TV show together got out

⌗ Gojo also models and was a child actor

⌗ Megumi is related to Gojo, making him kind of a nepo-baby

⌗ This show is Yuji's first break, he also won an Emmy for his acting in S2

⌗ All interviewers claim to love working with Yuji, given how interactive he is

⌗ Nobara makes tiktoks with the cast members during shooting, she has a large number of followers and is verified

⌗ Inumaki was a disney child star and is childhood best friends with Megumi

⌗ Contradicting his role in the show, Inumaki is a pretty talkative and extroverted person

⌗ All the kids go to Sukuna for advice in the acting industry, he has a great bond with them all; Nobara keeps him updated on the latest trends that he fails to understand

⌗ Toji has starred in a sitcom before, and is known as a down to earth celebrity, so seeing him play the role he plays in this show was unexpected

⌗ This is Nanami's first time acting as he is normally a director

⌗ After his death, Nanami remained backstage as one of the directors, still having a close bond with the cast members

⌗ Nanami and Utahime, despite their characters having little to no interaction, met on the set of a previous movie they worked at together and had been dating since; they end up getting married by the time the show ended

⌗ Choso is a popular singer and this is his first acting role, some of the cast members are featured in one of his music videos

⌗ Due to Gojo and Geto's closeness, many people have speculated that they are dating

⌗ Maki and Nobara have a podcast

⌗ Yuta has been a victim of cancel culture on Twitter on an accident before Gojo's PR team took care of it

⌗ Todo has gotten into multiple scandals, but due to his close relationship with everyone on set, he has not been fired

⌗ Ino and Haibara are brothers

⌗ Higuruma is an oscar-winning actor and when his casting was announced, it was all over social media

⌗ Geto is the most secretive of them all, with his social media barely containing any posts and him having a dry humour during interviews

⌗ Despite all of this, he has a huge fanbase and has edits made of him on a daily basis

⌗ Nanami is always surprised when he sees people make edits of him

⌗ Shoko and Gojo have worked with each other as leads of a romcom

⌗ (I saw this on a tiktok and had to share it) During an interview, the adult cast members were asked who the best person was to take home to parents and they all said Utahime

⌗ The cast members kept in touch even years after the show ended

[ponderingmoonlight]

Imagine Megumi blushing because yuji and nobara along with gojo are teasing him about you...(The refrence when he pulled his uniform a bit to hide is blush in that ep pls he was looking so cute I just wanna squish him)

„Bye (y/n).“

„Please look out for yourself.”

His tender touch doesn’t leave you as well as his intense gaze. You are on your way to an important mission along with Toge, so ready to finally go out without having Gojo or multiple other comrades around you. This is your time to finally prove yourself, to show them what you can.

But oh, that look on Megumi’s face makes it so hard to leave.

“I will”, you reassure him with a gentle smile.

“Make sure to message me as soon as this mission is over. And if it’s getting too dangerous, call Gojo-sensei.”

“Megumi”, you chuckle, squeezing both of his hands tightly.

“I promise everything will go well. After all, I’m out with Toge.”

“Salmon!”

“I really need to get going now. See y’all.”

With one last glance behind you, you are gone. Hopefully everything goes well. If that curse bruises you…

“Now what do we have here? How did I miss you two lovebirds?”

The stinging voice of his sensei rips Megumi out of his daydreams immediately. Did Gojo…Did he mean him and you?

“What are you talking about?”, Megumi mumbles.

“What he’s talking about? That you’re head over heels for (y/n), dumbass”, Nobara interjects out of pure frustration.

“And I think she’s totally into you as well. Even though I’m not that good when it comes to that stuff…”, Yuji adds.

“Just imagine how their kids will look.”

“Eww, hopefully they won’t have his grumpy face.”

“Don’t be so harsh on him, my dear students. To have kids, they have to-“

“SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!”, all three of them shout at once to stop Gojo from talking any further.

“Why can’t you stop talking? You’re embarrassing me”, Megumi mutters into the collar of his uniform.

He hates the way heats starts to creep up his face. There is nothing to get red about, nothing about their words is true…

Do you like him like that, though?

“Yuji…”

“Yeah, what is it?”, the pink-haired boy replies visibly confused.

“Do you…do you really think (y/n) likes me?”

“AWW, LOVEBIRDS!”, Nobara and Gojo cry out in sync, forcing another wave of redness straight into Megumi’s cheeks.

“Megumi is in loooove, Megumi is in looooove, Megumi-“

“Stop it-“

“Megumi is in loooove, Megumi is in looooove, Megumi is in-“

“Who are you in love with, Megumi?”, your innocent voice questions from afar.

“(Y/N)!”

[sh1eee]

and then I leave without a trace..

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

PROLOGUE .

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

next.

── ── ──

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ written: your pov..

As I stood there, my chest feeling tight with confusion and anxiety, I found myself slowly unlocking the door of our shared apartment. With my unsteady breathing I open the door to see my boyfriend, Yuta Okkotsu. He’s always been the type of person to comfort me once I come home after tirelessly working on architectural projects at school, checking up on me, taking care of me, even though he has work to do as well. 

“y/n..” , his voice stern and cold. I could always tell when he was upset or stressed about something, it was always his facial expressions and how his tone was. 

“Whats up?” , I responded, voice laced with confusion and worry that our time spent together was all just a waste of time. 

“I think we should break up, “ his expression grew saddened and much colder than before, “ we both are busy academically and I just genuinely feel like this whole relationship is just coming apart.” 

Was he really serious? Did he actually mean those words? He cant be real, right? I mean all the nights they’d spent together baking or cooking, all those love letters, and the time we spent together just all went to waste? was I really left to  think we had something going for us, a future. I stood there as all those thoughts circled around my mind, hands becoming sweating, the words came out of my mouth, 

“A-are you sure, Yuu? Is there someone else?” tears welling up in my eyes as the words slipped away, ‘there HAS to be another person, maybe I wasn’t enough’ , I thought to myself, fighting the urge to drop down and sob in front of, as of now, ex boyfriend. 

“No, there isn't anyone else and it's not your fault; I just feel like this relationship is more like a label because we never talk or spend time together because of how busy we are with our academics and our lives.” Yuta's eyes avoiding eye contact with mine, I could tell that he’s been holding this in for a long time.

And finally, the tears dropped from your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I..” the tears wouldn’t stop. The tears blurred my vision as I looked down at my socks to let my tears drop freely down to the floor. 

I hear Yuta pick up his bag of belongings he packed before I came home, “for the last time, I love you”

That was the last thing he muttered before he pulled me into a warm embrace and left. I never got to say it back.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

notes: I fear this may or may not be rushed (i write this as i have multiple assignments i need to get on top of)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

[teddybeartoji]

toji ruffling teenage megumi's hair only for the sea urchin to try to swat and push him away with a scowl ohhhhhh i'm gonna cry actually i can't do it. i think yuuji would think that toji is so fucking cool. and i think that nobara would like him too bc toji is a girl dad too. like he gets it. he hates men. he listens to the drama and gives surprisingly good advice. i am suffering i can't breathe. clumsy yuuji trips over his feet and toji keeps his on his feet by grabbing onto his scruff, chuckling at the boy and yuuji too, just laughs while scratching the back of his neck. toji knows that megumi likes yuuji. he's more observant than his son thinks he is. toji sees how yuuji looks at megumi and how the latter looks at the pink-haired boy. he also sees how nobara looks at the two of them and that always makes toji laugh. guys i am drowning in my own tears.

[vinamari]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: You had no regrets as a jujutsu sorcerer, so why should you now?

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂: Unrequited love, pure angst, hurt/no comfort, character death, slight spoilers, Various!JJK x Reader, Gojo Satoru x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3,377

“Shoko”, your voice hoarsely called out.

You felt your chest rise and fall as you drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to keep your breathing steady. She looked at your body which had been leaning against the rubbles of broken down buildings, far from where you currently were had been two special grade curses which had burned away. You were just holding on as she did everything she could to prevent you from leaving. Her eyes still hadn’t moved, staring at the ground beneath her feet like she was hypnotized.

You watched her for a few more seconds before calling her name out again.

“Hey, could just sit with me?”, watching as she bit her lip before walking towards you and taking a seat on the firm ground next to you. You knew she needed to get up and do something. But then again, what else could she possibly do? Your mind was just starting to function and become aware of the impact your body had taken, it didn’t matter now. You couldn’t feel anything waist down, Shoko knew that.

“Be here with me in my last moments, yeah?”, the words left your lips in a whisper, but they were loud enough to carry. You smiled slightly at her, knowing she couldn’t bear to look at you. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine”, she said suddenly, she was clutching onto your hand.

She was lying to herself, she was lying to you. She knew very well the injuries you sustained would kill you, the blood loss was heavy and no one was around to help. Not even her. And neither of you deserved this, nor would those who find out. You weren’t supposed to end up like this, which is what she wanted to say. “Ieiri, it’s okay it isn’t your fault”.

It took her a few minutes before she could muster up some words, her shaking grip became tighter on yours, almost painfully so. “I know...I don’t want to leave you...”. Tears started to form in her eyes, but you knew she wouldn’t cry. You knew that if you cried then you might lose control of yourself too, and neither of you needed that right now. You tried hard not to cry too. Taking in a deep breath, “How are the kids?”, you asked her softly, hoping her mind wouldn’t go to the idea of you eventually passing away. She gave you a shaky smile. “They’re good, they all are safe”. You nodded, smiling a little.

“Instead my shirt is a pocket, it has something in there”, understand that you wanted her to take it out. She carefully undid the front of your shirt, you were wearing another shirt beneath it, looking for what you wanted she reached for the pocket, her fingers felt a photographic film. Pulling it out, she sees that the objects in her hand were two photographs. “I wanted too look at it for the last time”, your smile slightly wavering into a sad one.

The first photo had been from the time of when you all had been in the Jujutsu Highschool, it was a image inside an arcade area at a popular mall on Tokyo. The image depicted Gojo losing to Geto in a fighting game, with Geto high-fiving Shoko while you had comforted Gojo all while trying to hide your laugh. Shoko smiled dryly at the image, she wasn’t the one to reminisce in the past only to talk about it if you or someone else from back then had brought it up.

She heard a snicker beside her, despite the situation you were still laughing. “I still remember when Geto milked out all the money Gojo had for the week”, you said while looking fondly at the photo. Shoko looked at you with her tired eyes, unable to fight the small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, and then Gojo begged us for some money even though he’s rich”. Shoko looked fondly back at the picture, her eyes shining with memories. She shifted her hand so it would be between the both of you.

“Do you still remember when Gojo forgot to cast the veil?”, you ask with a chuckle. “Gojo was doing everything he could to try distract Yaga Sensei from it”, Shoko said thinking back on the memory before laughing. “Especially since we all just pointed at him”. You both couldn’t help but snicker at his misfortune.

“Geto wouldn’t stop teasing him about right after”, you said. “Geto..”, said the brown eyed girl. You glance upwards, “You ever wonder what it would have been like if things didn’t turn out the way they did?”, you said curiously. Half of your face had been covered in blood, you could feel it dripping down from your chin onto your clothes.

There was a long pause, Shoko thought for a moment. “Yeah”, she finally answered. She turned to face you, a faltering smile on her lips. “We all would have been happier, you would have been really happy”.

“Really what makes you think that?”, asking her in genuine tone. “Because you would have finally had what you wanted”.

A cough left your mouth, you knew what she was implying. It was the one thing you didn’t want to think about. “You can’t lie Y/N”, Shoko said. You closed your eyes, sighing. You opened them again, facing her directly. You shook your head, “No”, you admitted. “But, I really hoped to say it one day”, you said looking her dead in the eye, making sure she knew that you meant what you said. “However now, I can never say it personally”. Shoko was confused, what did you mean?

“What?”, urging you to continue you with your words. “In my apartment, when you enter my room go to my desk”, you paused before continuing. “The drawer which needs a key has two albums inside”. “The photographs of our time inside and out of Jujutsu High”.

Quickly taking in a breath, “There’s an envelope in which I confess, give it to him”. You looked at her with pleading eyes. “You kept all the photos?”, Shoko asked wide-eyed. “Of course I did, I thought it would be nice to think back”, you said thinking back to when you first had the idea. “However this picture is the last one I hadn’t put in yet”. Shoko didn’t dare say a word, she couldn’t believe you were going never to be able to confess, only through a little over a decade ago.

“He’ll love it”, she whispered, her throat closing up as she realized what you were planning on doing. “Just promise me one thing”. Shoko looked at you waiting for you to continue. “Tell them I loved all of them”. She could only nod at what you said.

“The second photograph”, you groaned out. Shoko brought forth the second picture putting the first one behind it. This one being of the new first and second years. “I’m glad I got to see these one last time”, you let out short breaths.

Shoko noticed your breaths become regular by the minutes, your chest was falling slightly faster all while your organs were slowly shutting themselves down. Shoko shifts so you could rest your head on her, the blood was now soaking up the white material of her coat, becoming damp in your blood.

“When I first met Yuuji, I felt terrible for the kid being put for execution”, grimacing at the statements the higher ups had made. “He’s bright and still has room to grow”, you smiled. “Nobara, despite her direct and indirect insults she is bright and determined”. “Lastly Megumi, comparing himself with Yuuji although they both are different”. Shoko continued listening to your rants about them all. “They were all like my kids you know”, you expressed fondly. Shoko knew you loved all of them equally and they loved you. You were there to help them, protect them, and keep them safe. “Although Megumi believed I would replace his mom which was his reasoning to avoid me, I always thought he was my son even if he didn’t think so mom or not”, remembering how he would do anything to avoid talking to you or even meeting you.

The dark haired boy had eventually grown to love you months after meeting him. He relied on you for more things then he ever would with Gojo. It felt as if you had made your own family with Gojo and Megumi, Tsumiki eventually came into the family as well. Making the entire family complete. However Gojo just simply thought you both were their guardians and nothing more. It hurt at first, considering that you liked him instead you brushed it off. In your own world inside your mind you all were a family. Delusional.

Shoko sighed, “It’s been a long time since we’ve talked like this, hasn’t it?”. You nodded. “It’s almost impossible not to, especially now that I’m dying”. Shoko stared at you in disbelief. “You’re not dying!”. But you just laughed. “You think I’m immortal? You think I won’t die? What about those Special Grade curses who came here?”. You motioned to the now burned away curses. You were right, at this point you’re beyond the point from making a return. The only way you’d even live is if they had hooked you onto life support to keep you going, but you’d be bedridden your entire life. You wouldn’t want to live like that, you’d only suffer.

“Ieiri”, grabbing Shoko’s attention. “The day when Gojo said that Geto was his best friend, his one and only”

“I want you to know that you’re my best friend, you’re my one and only”. Shoko couldn’t help but cry, the day when those words left Gojo’s mouth it had made her feel as if she was never their friend, yet here you were comforting her when you’re getting closer to kissing death.

You pulled her into a hug, tears streaming down your cheeks too. “I don’t have much time left”. Shoko sniffled and buried herself deeper into your embrace as the words left your mouth. You held her close and kissed her forehead. “I love you”, you said softly. “I love all of you, maybe in another world we all are happy”.

You rested your head against hers, your breaths were becoming shallower and your conscious was slowly leaving. Shoko didn’t know when your hand dropped to your side, the blood staining your shirt now darkening her white coat. She just stayed quiet watching the scene, knowing that you needed your peace and quiet as your breathing steadily slowed soon gone, your body losing strength and all feelings, finally your heart beating slower and harder than ever before before it came down completely with no pulse. You were gone.

Your body had gone limp against her, the warmth leaving your skin and being replaced by the chill of death. Your blood soaked through your clothes, the stench thick in the air. You had died in her arms, she couldn't bring herself to move your body.

The world was silent around you; all she heard was ruffling noises of her settling you on the ground. She wanted to cry, but nothing came. All that remained was grief for your loss of life. The two photographs that had been in her hand, she would make sure were in the albums. Taking the photographs, she put them away in the pockets of her white crimson stained coat.

Her fingers brushed against yours as she did so and a sharp pain shot through her body like an arrow of ice through her heart, freezing her where she stood. The sensation didn't last long however, it disappeared after seconds as the reality of what had just happened hit her. You died, you’re not here anymore.

Days have passed since your death, she had your body be brought to her lab while preparing for your funeral. The news of your death spread like wildfire among other jujutsu sorcerers as well as the council. The first years and second years had taken your death the worst, believing you’d come back just as Yuuji did. Denial was something shoko was unfamiliar with, she was usually straightforward when it came to stuff like this. Except this time. What else could she say, you were like a parental figure to them. Who wouldn’t be in denial if they lost someone they loved, especially if they died trying to just protect and keep you away from the very thing that would have killed them. But now she couldn’t lie to them anymore, so she tried her best to comfort them and assure them it would be alright.

It had been a complete mess for everyone, having to get used to you not being there to help them with certain things or training with them. Megumi, the raven haired boy had been in his dorm the entire day reflecting. He wishes he had opened up more to you, he wishes he hadn’t been as cold as he was to you when all you did was trying to take care of him. Here was crying at all the memories he had of you knowing there won’t be any new ones. Yuuji and Nobara hadn’t been as ecstatic, knowing that the one person that treated them like their kid who would treat their injuries wasn’t there anymore. It was hard waking up every day realizing you weren’t going to be there to help them in face of danger. Your funeral was couple days away. They still haven’t talked about you being dead. They don’t think Nobara has spoken in hours. Unusual for the girl since has a lot of things to say. Yuuji didn’t know what to do, he lost a lot of people such Nanami, grandfather, Junpei, and you were added onto that list.

No one knew where Gojo had been, when he did show up he still acted the same as if your death hadn’t taken any toll on him. When asked why he hadn’t shown up earlier or said anything at all he simply replied that he didn’t want to. Not even Megumi believed him. Although his response was infuriating they could only bite their tongues and hold it back.

“How could you just say that?!”, a voice yelled. It was Maki, she looked up to you due to your fighting abilities and had even asked you to train her from time to time. Inumaki and Panda could only look away at the scene. “Listen, jujutsu sorcerers die having to do this, Y/N just met the fate of it”. Before anyone could retaliate he simply warped away with the excuse of needing to meet the council.

The white haired male was deceiving himself with that response. The days he hadn’t been at the school he was helping Shoko plan the funeral and the days he wasn’t planning the funeral he would be thinking for hours about all your time back at the Jujutsu Highschool. The Gojo Satoru grieving for someone that hadn’t been so close to him like Geto Suguru who he himself had killed, it truly had left a scar on everyone. Even if it hurt him physically. He didn’t tell anyone though, he wasn’t ready to talk about the feelings he felt he never would be. He had thought they were long gone but apparently not. He wished you could be here to hear the words coming out of his mouth, the words that would explain everything. He wishes that you both could have at least been in love. Or at least been happy together, that he would have seen that in you sooner.

Now you were gone and he couldn’t change that. There was no way you’d ever come back. He should have listened to Megumi and told you. Maybe things could have turned out differently, you would have been able to call him for help. He hoped so anyway. He just wished that you two would have talked about how you felt, instead of pretending that the feelings weren’t there. Every jujutsu sorcerer has regrets, this just happened to be a major one for him.

It was the day of the funeral, many had been gathered around your body which was neatly placed in a casket. The inside of it had been filled with flowers and red roses. Your attire was completely changed from the previously ripped up one in which you died in. Everyone had said their condolences with faces either filled with smiles feeling nothing but sadness and grief, other which were still in denial. Gojo had simply looked at you with indifference not noticing the way his fist clenched when it had been announced to lower you into the ground. They all watched as the casket had been sealed shut and was slowly being lowered into the ground. Tears were silently streaming down their faces, the now cloudy sky had started to share it’s own grief. The droplets simply pouring onto the casket before dripping down. Heads were hung low refusing to watch as the dirt hit the coffin.

The sound of weeping became deafening, no one dared speak above a whisper. The silence was killing everyone, it was as if the weight of your absence was pressing down on their chest. No one dared to leave, they were terrified, it was too soon to see you buried, it would feel too real. This was a dream that they all wanted to wake up from. The wind picked up and carried the scent of rain and flowers away. People took this as their cue to start dispersing until only Gojo remained near your grave. He had been the last to leave, setting down a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

A day had passed since your funeral, Shoko knew you wouldn’t want them to grieve. She had been inches away from your apartment, opening the door and turning the lights on. She trudged towards your room before finally reaching your desk. She had taken out the two albums going through all the memories you had collected. The first album, being from when you guys were sorcerers the second one being of the new first years mixed with the second years. She realized there had been the same space in both albums to fit the photographs, taking them out she carefully place them in to their rightful spot. Before closing the album first album, an envelope was sticking out.

To Gojo, signed off by your name. She quickly retrieved both the albums and the note before driving off to the dorms calling all first and second years as well as Gojo. They were reluctant until it was mentioned that you wanted them to have something.

They had all surrounded Shoko in anticipation, until she presented the second album to them titled “My Kids”. They took it as they all looked over the photographs you had taken of them through the time you had been with them, it was a parting gift from you to them. They all couldn’t stop the tears which had started streaming down their faces as they all relived their moments with you. The first album Shoko had decided to show Gojo personally as well as handing him the letter you had written which confessed your feelings. Shoko stepped out of the room leaving Gojo by himself.

He decided to go through the album looking at the pictures longer in order to feel as if he was there. One by one he remembered every moment with you and the others. After closing the album, he read the letter which had sitting neatly to his side waiting to be opened almost a decade ago. Mentions about you not wanting to ruin your friendship yet wanting to if it meant you having a chance with him. His hands were creasing the edges of the paper, he only wished you had told him sooner and maybe just maybe he could have loved you before you died. To know what it meant to love. To know that it could be possible to do so, it made him smile sadly to himself.

You hadn’t died with regrets, however it left others with a regret of their own.

[irritatedirishfrog]

"𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄"

𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘶𝘫𝘪

*:･ﾟ✧ In which, Itadori and Sukuna both form an unusual crush on an even more unusual upper classmate. You seem so calm, yet you look deceitful and it scares Yuji to the point where he doesn't want to be around you. However, Sukuna knows what he saw, he can feel your power, so he pushes Yuji to befriend you.

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Disclaimer!: old humor, like, from the 2023-2024 era

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Yuji doesn't really know who you are.

He doesn't know why you're a sorcerer or how you're so much stronger than almost everyone else.

All he knows is that one day, you come on the training grounds outside with Gojo and the second years for some sort of sparring lesson.

All he knows is that you're three years older than him, with a burn mark on the inside of your elbow that trailed up to your shoulder, an eyebrow piercing, and a rather intimidating expression.

All he knew was that one moment he was fighting you, and the next moment? He was flat on his back with you restraining him.

That didn't just happen to him. It happened to his classmates too, in the same exact way. And Gojo just stood there, a pleased smirk on his face.

The second years were smart enough not to get involved, only watching since they had already gone through the same torture that had your name plastered all over it last year.

Megumi? Summoned almost all of his shikigami that wouldn't kill you. And all you did was dodge.

Dodge!?

The audacity to just just stand there, unfazed, while he attacked you, then take him down once he was exhausted? That was insane!

Same with Nobara. She tried everything she knew—from throwing her nails infused with cursed energy, to hammering her voodoo doll into a piece of cloth from your school uniform she had ripped off.

You flinched when the air around you exploded, but even with that, you still ended up winning, catching her by surprise through the smoke with ease.

Sukuna wanted to choke you out and teach you a lesson. He wasn’t even fighting you, but he was pissed just seeing you.

Yuji could just tell that if a person you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question. For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably kill him without any questions asked.

That wasn't what bothered Sukuna, what bothered him was that you were pretending. You weren't even going all out, he could just tell.

They could sense that you had no morals. Your eyes told him you’d seen things that would break most people, yet you remained unbothered—like you didn’t care.

You almost reminded Yuji of Sukuna, the nauseating demon that was using him as a vessel.

You weren’t innocent, yet you looked so simple, so quiet, so tranquil. Yuji didn’t like it. You were strange, yet unchanged.

He didn’t want to be around you; he felt scared.

That might have also been partly because he could hear Sukuna’s deep voice in his head, urging him to beat the crap out of you before he jumped out and killed you instead.

Yuji didn’t know why Sukuna was freaking out, but all he knew was that he was going to fight and win.

Until he fought you—and lost scarily fast.

Sukuna felt threatened in his own habitat. He could sense the pressure you were putting on his soul, the way you were a threat. As if you could kill him instantly if you wanted to—and you hadn’t even done anything dangerous yet.

Yuji lost faster than his classmates, never even getting a chance to use his cursed energy to attack. You just somehow got behind him, and it was over.

Now here he is, far too close to you as you restrain his hands, sitting between his legs so he can’t kick you.

He probably would have been turned on by your body against his if it weren’t for the dark, psycho stare you gave him. It was a glare that made it clear you were willing to kill him if he did anything out of line.

Still, he felt a little hot, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the sparring.

Quickly after letting him go, you stood up and offered your hand. But Yuji dismissed you, not wanting to be near you for another second due to his embarrassment. He simply got up and walked away, sulking from his loss.

Nobara scolded him, telling him not to be a sore loser, while Megumi left, standing next to the bleachers as Gojo praised you and turned to his students.

Gojo explained that he started the day with an unfair sparring match with you because they needed to understand that hand-to-hand combat couldn’t just be learned—it had to become muscle memory.

He was basically making it clear that they would all be screwed against you because you were a killing machine who didn’t need to think.

Lesson learned. Whatever.

Yuji let it go, choosing not to be around you just in case he was misjudging you. If he was wrong, he didn’t want to be rude and accuse you of something you weren’t.

Besides, he thought you were hot—though that was beside the point.

Unfortunately, you intrigued Sukuna. He couldn’t sense any cursed energy from you, yet he could tell you were dangerous. And what better way to figure out what you were than to pester Yuji non-stop until he was exhausted?

“What do you even want?!” Yuji groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he lay in his dorm room, desperate for sleep. For nearly a month, Sukuna had been harassing him with endless comments about you—your presence, your movements, the way you carried yourself. And worst of all, how your body felt against his.

…Okay, maybe that last thought was just Sukuna being Sukuna. But the rest was frustrating enough to keep Yuji from getting any decent sleep.

“I want you to get close,” Sukuna said, his voice smug. Yuji almost recoiled in anger as the cursed spirit’s eye appeared on his cheek.

“That’s even more reason not to,” Yuji grumbled, forcing himself upright with a yawn. “You don’t do anything unless it benefits you.”

“I couldn’t care less what you think I’m planning,” Sukuna replied. “I just want to talk. Maybe play a bit.” His eye disappeared, replaced by a mouth that curved into a sharp grin.

“Exactly why I won’t do it! They don’t deserve to have your nasty ass hanging around them!” Yuji snapped, flicking the light on. He needed to move—anything to escape this stupid conversation.

“Watch your tongue, brat,” Sukuna warned, voice dark. “You and I both know what we saw in those eyes.”

Yuji had to admit—Sukuna was right. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that you were just an ordinary person, it wasn’t true.

You were more than that.

Whether you were depressed or some kind of high-functioning sociopath, one thing was certain—you weren’t innocent. You were dangerous. Borderline evil.

It was an unbridled power that even Gojo didn’t emanate. And the fact that Sukuna could sense it—despite being trapped in a body he couldn’t fully control—was unsettling. Just how strong were you?

“…Why?” Yuji asked with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Sukuna backtracked, going silent for a long while.

Finally. Peace. Maybe Yuji could actually sleep now.

He exhaled, flicked off the light, and crawled back into bed.

Silence.

Only the sound of his own breathing filled the room.

Until—

“If you must know—”

“Oh no. Oh my gosh.” Yuji groaned, shoving his face into his pillow. He did not want to hear Sukuna’s annoying voice right now. He didn’t want to think about you—who you were or what you might be.

“Quiet, brat. I was about to explain myself, but now I won’t, since I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“I didn’t ask for yours either.”

“You did when you swallowed my finger.”

Someone. Help. Him. Please.

He was going to strangle himself.

Sukuna could get used to bullying Yuji into doing whatever he wanted him to do, if it was this easy, then he could get anything.

“Let me sleep,” Yuji whined, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a dull thud. There was no way he was going to survive this.

“No,” Sukuna sneered. “Go talk to them. Otherwise, the next time I take control—I’ll kill them.”

“Damn it!” Yuji yelled, pushing himself up from the floor and stomping over to his dresser.

He pulled on his socks.

Then his slippers.

A shirt? Not worth the effort.

Instead, he grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself like some sleep-deprived gremlin. The exhaustion was so overwhelming it was almost funny.

Opening his dorm room door, he stepped into the silent hallway—only to immediately trip over his own feet and crash to the ground.

He let out a pitiful whine before groggily picking himself up. Hopefully, no one else had woken up. Not that he cared at this point. He was so done with life.

“Pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed in the back of his mind, barely holding back laughter.

“Shut up,” Yuji muttered, trudging down the hallway.

He wandered around, trying to remember which dorm was yours. When he finally found it, he hesitated before knocking lightly.

Waited, then knocked again.

If he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t be doing this. But he was so sleep-deprived he could hardly care how stupid he looked.

After a moment of silence, he knocked again, groaning under his breath. Screw it. The door was unlocked anyway.

Pushing it open, Yuji frowned when he realized the room was empty. He couldn’t help but admire how neat your room was as well. It was annoyingly spotless.

With an exasperated sigh, he shut the door. So much for that. Clearly, you weren’t sleeping—at least, not in your dorm.

Dragging his feet, he made his way back toward his dorm, passing the shared kitchen—then stopping in his tracks.

There you were.

Sitting on a stool in front of the counter, casually eating an apple while reading the back of some random box. You looked completely at ease, as if the late hours didn’t bother you at all.

Yuji watched for a moment, taking in how calm you seemed. For some reason, right then and there, he didn’t feel like you were hiding anything.

Was this really the same person who had kicked his ass a month ago?

Slowly, Yuji stepped into the dim kitchen light, trying not to startle you while also attempting to look casual. He reached for a cup, filling it with water as if that was the only reason he was here.

“Hey… how are you doing?” He asked with a small, tired smile, stifling a yawn. He didn't really want to make small talk, but he might as well before Sukuna decided to say something. Hopefully, you wouldn’t think he was weird.

“Good,” You nodded as you let out a quiet yawn of your own.

It was only then that he noticed something.

Something baffling.

Something flabbergasting.

Something that absolutely bamboozled him.

He could go on and on, but the bottom line was—what he was witnessing should’ve been illegal.

“…Are you eating a bell pepper?” Yuji blurted, completely forgetting to keep up the act of getting water.

“Yes… why?” You replied, taking another bite like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Yuji wasn’t upset that you were eating a bell pepper—he knew they were healthy. He wasn’t even upset that you were eating it without cutting it up.

No.

He was upset that he had thought it was an apple in the first place.

This was a problem because never in his life had he seen a human being—of any age—eat a raw, uncut bell pepper like it was a casual snack.

Like it was a fruit.

“Oh… okay. Um… wow. Well… good night?”

Who knew he could feel horny and deeply confused at the same time?

He wasn’t even sure if it was horniness—he just knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to be around you now.

You ate a bell pepper like you were just casually flipping off nature. Like, ‘Screw you and your apples.’

There was no way you were evil. No damn way someone with villainous intent could eat a bell pepper like that, people who were evil wouldn't have outed themselves that easily by doing what regular people never think of doing.

“Good night,” You sighed with a small but polite smile.

And then he saw your eyes again.

They were pretty—serious in color, a little blank—but this time, he could tell. You weren’t just going through the motions.

You were present.

And for the first time, you looked calm. Maybe even… happy.

“Wait… um, do you remember me?” Yuji asked, deciding to take a seat on the stool next to you.

“Yes… You’re Itadori, right?” you replied with the same relaxed smile, yawning before taking another bite of your bell pepper.

He still wasn’t over that. You were acting like it was completely normal.

“Yep, that’s me,” Yuji grinned, pointing at himself—only to feel his cheek start to move.

Damn it.

"Hey, brat."

“Brat?” you echoed, glancing at the sudden mouth on his cheek before looking back at Yuji himself.

“Sorry! That’s Sukuna. He, uh… does that sometimes.” Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

“Oh, right… He has a title, doesn’t he?”

"I’m the King of Curses, you weakling," Sukuna muttered, attempting to sound menacing.

But if he was expecting a reaction, he didn’t get one.

Instead, Sukuna found himself weirdly intrigued by the way your expression subtly shifted. The way you carried yourself now—calm, a little tired—was so different from the person who had fought him before.

And for some reason, he was drawn to that contrast.

“Well, nice to meet you,” You started, but before you could finish, the curse interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever. Don’t you forget it, rat! I’ll have you kn—"

“I’ll give you a moment to shut up.”

You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t even look particularly threatening. But the bored and tired way you said it made Sukuna instantly go quiet.

Yuji blinked in shock.

“…Is he always this articulate?” you asked Yuji, teasing amusement slightly in your tone.

Yuji couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, he’s an ass. And honestly? He’s kinda vile.”

“Well, he is the King of Curses.” You replied, completely unbothered.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, but you didn’t mind the company. Your insomnia wasn’t letting you sleep anyway, so this was a decent distraction.

“So… your night going well, Y/N?” Yuji asked, watching as you took another bite of your bell pepper.

“Yep. Yours?” You yawned.

“Good, good…” He nodded, then—seemingly out of nowhere—blurted, “How do you feel about Jennifer Lawrence?”

What a fun question.

“How do I feel about her? Well… she’s a great actress,” You shrugged, thinking back to the one movie you’d seen her in. That, and the interview where she randomly pulled a Rubik’s cube out of a plate of Jell-O.

“Yep…” Yuji nodded, though he looked like he was waiting for more.

Wait.

Didn’t both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson star in, like, three movies together?

That was something you could talk about.

“So… Have you seen that Josh Hutcherson edit?”

Yuji immediately groaned. “No! Don’t remind me of that tiktok trend! It’s all over my for you page and I’m gonna lose my shit!”

Safe to say, the two of you basically became best friends that night.

Now, Yuji definitely doesn’t hate you. In fact, he likes being around you a lot. You two have secret handshakes, inside jokes, and far too many conversations about Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson.

Of course, Nobara loves calling him out for it. She says that he acts like a lost puppy around you and Megumi just asks him not to hurt your feelings too much.

Whether it be due to how hilarious you looked when you were eating a bell pepper or the fact that you could get Sukuna to shut up if he talked outta line he didn't know why he would act that way.

Either way, Yuji respects you.

And—unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—he’s also developed a crush.

Sukuna, on the other hand? He wants absolutely nothing to do with you.

Not in a million years.

His pride has been in shambles ever since you told him to shut up that night. But what was he supposed to do? Cry about it? God forbid.

Still, as much as he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t mind being a part of your life.

…Maybe.

Though, if he were being honest, you kind of made him uncomfortable with the fact that he was willingly evil. Which was insane, considering he was literally the King of Curses. And yet, something about you unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

But Yuji knows.

So now, whenever Yuji gets tired of Sukuna’s bullshit, and you’re not around to deal with him, he pulls out the ultimate weapon: You.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna let you out and tell Y/N to beat your ass.”

"Don’t you dare, brat!"

“Then be nice.”

"How dare you—I’m the King of—"

“Y/N!! Sukuna’s being an ass again!”

"Damn it, brat! I’M SHUTTING UP!"

“... Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

"... Useless-"

“That’s it.”

"Wait! No—!"

[akxmee]

𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄. // 𝘢 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

𝘚𝘠𝘗𝘕𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘚: in where you, a popular coffee shop's owner, discover your pets are more than just pets.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘𝗦: Hybrid!au, romance, angst, tons of fluff too.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: first fanfic on Tumblr! So excited. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any mistakes.

🌷` 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓;

★ 00. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘.

★ 01. 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗣𝗦! 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

★ 02. 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘.

★ 03. 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗘𝗧.

★ 04. 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦.

𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵.

[str4ngr]

comforter [ megumi fushiguro ]

cw: fluff, crack, ity-bity-wity bit suggestive but it goes no where, foul language, no spoilers, established relationship, fem!reader. i lub him. this probably makes no sense.... not proofread!!

"You're being stupid."

Megumi huffed, pulling the flesh of your cheek with one hand, the other scrolling through his phone. Barely paying attention to each colourful post that flashed across his screen with each swipe of his finger, his eyes lingered on the way you jutted your lips out and squirmed. He watched as you followed his pulling hand, groaning and sighing like a whiny puppy,

"Megumi, it's not stupid! I need a new comforter!"

Scowling, you pull his cheek back, pushing yourself up onto one elbow to lean over him. He glared at you as you did, scoffing with a half smile. He let out a breath through his nose, rolling his eyes melodramatically,

"What? Because I said I don't like it?"

"Duh! How can I sleep with you if you don't like my new comforter?"

Eyes blown wide, you both stare at each other, one a face of pleading, the other of dread; innocent and not so much.

"....What."

"What?"

Megumi gawked at you, eye twitching as he squinted at you. His porcelain skin flushed with the softest shade of pink, eyes darting away while he gently rubbed you arm,

"Say it again in your head."

1... 2... 3...

"Oh." ding, ding, ding!

He tries to keep himself contained, his phone drooping in his hand as he watches you suck your lips into a strict line. Your cheeks flushed, his thumb that once pinched now grazed your warm skin. Maybe you guys were dating, but maybe not for long enough for this to be anything but funny. And it was 2 a.m.. And Kugisaki was your neighbor.

And, hey, you didn't mean it like that it just came out wrong... maybe. I mean, look at him. Brows furrowing, eyes focused in concentration to the elegant sweep of his eyelashes as you huff, trying to keep your voice from wavering as you spit,

"Don't make fun of me for saying a sentence that sounds like 'I wanna fuck' but in 15th century of Europe, Megumi, or I'm gonna send you there. And show you my ankles."

Silence settles again, your bodies shaking together as they try to stay quiet. With shaking breath, you mutter,

"Nobara's gonna kill us."

Loud, uncontained laughter erupted between you too, gasping through each exhausting chortle as Megumi tried to stay quiet, hiding his mouth behind his hand as you hid in his shoulder. He dropped his phone, slender hand tangling in your hair as he covers his eyes,

"SHUT UP!"

Since it's not conscious, laughter doesn't shut up, only getting louder and more obscene as Nobara bangs her hand on the wall beside you. You glanced at Megumi, eyebrows wiggling as if saying, 'told you so.' He rolls his eyes again, as he always does when he can't stand your teasing.

"MEGUMI, MAKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHUT UP OR I—"

"Yeah, d'you hear that? Shut up, girlfriend."

You laugh, rolling you eyes,

"Sorry, Nobara! was getting 'Gumi to sleep with me!"

Crickets. And a smack across the head from Megumi, grinning as he laughed into you hair.

"You can't fucking say that. And I literally just showed you why." He grinned, his words not matching the way his hand twirled your hair or his soft eyes, "you're such an idiot."

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a/n: edited it bc i realized i kude a dumb dumb mistake. i need a boyfriend [megumi] so bad its genuinely getting out of hand. i kinda wanna write a full series on him... lmk if i should.

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