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s4kura-tr3 · 5 months ago

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Reader does "the calling my husband my boyfriend" prank to jjk husband

(I did it backwards..but it’s fine! 😓)

Gojo - Gojo freezes. Like, actually freezes. The bag of snacks he was about to toss onto the counter slips from his fingers, hitting the register with a soft thud. His infinity may as well have been activated because for a moment, it feels like time itself stops.

The cashier, oblivious to his internal crisis, keeps scanning your items. Meanwhile, Gojo slowly turns to you, his usually playful blue eyes now wide with shock—and unmistakable delight.

“H-husband?” His voice cracks, and he immediately clears his throat, trying (and failing) to play it cool. “Oh? Ohhh?” A smirk creeps onto his lips, but his ears are definitely turning red.

You pretend not to notice. “Yeah. My husband,” you repeat nonchalantly, passing him a drink to hold.

Gojo clutches the bottle like it’s a lifeline. “Say it again,” he demands, practically vibrating with excitement now. “No, wait! I should’ve recorded that—say it one more time, please.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.

“Oh, but I will.” He drapes an arm around your shoulder, leaning in close, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “In fact, I think we should make it official. What do you say, darling? A fancy wedding? Vows? Me sweeping you off your feet—literally?”

You laugh, shoving him off. “We’re not married, Gojo.”

“Not yet,” he corrects with a wink.

Geto - Geto pauses mid-stir, the spoon in his cup clinking softly against the porcelain. His dark eyes flick to you, a hint of amusement dancing in them, but he doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he takes a slow sip of his tea, as if giving himself time to process what he just heard.

The barista finishes your order and moves on, leaving the two of you alone at your table. That’s when Geto finally speaks.

“My husband, huh?” His lips curve into a small, knowing smile. “That’s a bold claim.”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “You don’t like it?”

He hums thoughtfully, setting his cup down before resting his chin on his palm. “No, I love it.” His voice is smooth, deep, laced with something unreadable. “It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

You scoff. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, but it’s too late for that.” His smirk widens, and he leans in slightly, his fingers brushing against yours on the table. “I could get used to hearing that. Maybe you should start practicing it more often.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrays you.

Geto chuckles, satisfied. “Careful, sweetheart. Call me that too many times, and I just might make it a reality.”

Nanami - Nanami stops in his tracks. His grip on the shopping cart tightens just slightly, knuckles flexing. He doesn’t react outwardly right away—no dramatic pauses, no teasing smirks—just a slow, deep breath as he processes your words.

The employee gives you directions and walks away, leaving an unusual silence between you and Nanami. When you turn to look at him, he’s already gazing at you, brow slightly raised.

“My husband?” he repeats, his tone as even as ever, but there’s something dangerous about how smoothly the words roll off his tongue.

You blink. “What? It’s just easier than explaining.”

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “I see.” He pushes the cart forward, resuming your shopping trip like nothing happened. But you notice the way his free hand reaches up to adjust his tie—a telltale sign that you’ve flustered him more than he’s willing to admit.

After a few minutes, he finally speaks again. “If you’re going to call me that, you should at least do it properly.”

You glance up at him. “Properly?”

His gaze meets yours, calm but unwavering. “Yes. With a ring.”

You nearly drop the box of pasta in your hand. “Nanami—”

“Hm?” He continues pushing the cart, utterly unfazed. But you swear you see the corner of his lips twitch—just barely.

Sukuna - The entire room goes silent. The curses scatter like roaches, instinctively sensing the sudden shift in energy.

Sukuna, who had been lazily reclining on his own throne, stiffens ever so slightly. Then, he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that echoes through the space, filled with something dark and unreadable. His crimson eyes lock onto you, sharp and predatory.

“My husband?” he drawls, voice dripping with amusement—and something more dangerous. “You’ve got some nerve saying that so casually.”

You stretch, feigning indifference. “What? You don’t like it?”

He’s in front of you in an instant, moving faster than you can react. One of his clawed fingers tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smirk is wicked, teeth bared just enough to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with.

“Oh, I love it,” he purrs. “But tell me, brat—do you even understand the weight of what you just said?” His grip tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse spike. “Calling me your husband… You think you can handle what that truly means?”

You hold his gaze, refusing to back down. “Maybe I can.”

His smirk widens, eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive. He laughs again, low and dangerous. “Then prove it.”

And just like that, you know you’ve awakened something you might not be ready for.

Choso - Choso stops mid-step. You don’t notice right away, too busy paying for your snacks, but when you turn back, he’s just standing there—wide-eyed, frozen, looking like his brain short-circuited.

“My… husband?” he echoes, almost like he’s trying to make sure he heard you right.

You tilt your head. “Yeah? You don’t like it?”

Choso’s mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. He just stares at you, his grip tightening around the bag he’s holding like it’s the only thing grounding him. His face, usually calm and composed, is now deeply flushed—his ears burning red.

“I…” He swallows hard, looking away for a second before sneaking another glance at you. “I like it. A lot.” His voice is quieter now, almost shy.

You smirk. “You’re blushing.”

He immediately looks away, ears turning even redder. “No, I’m not.”

“You so are.”

Choso exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to compose himself. But his fingers tremble just slightly. “You can’t just say things like that without warning.”

“Why not?” you tease.

His dark eyes finally meet yours again, and there’s something serious in them—something sincere. “…Because if you do, I’ll start wanting it to be true.”

And just like that, your heart skips a beat.

Toji - Toji freezes mid-action, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he slowly turns his head toward you. His dark, calculating eyes never leave your face as he tilts his head, considering you.

“Husband, huh?” he repeats, voice low and dangerously amused.

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to act unaffected. “What? You seem like the type.”

Toji steps closer, his presence towering over you in that signature way of his—unrelenting, like a storm ready to break. He lowers his voice, his breath brushing against your ear as he leans in. “You think I’d make a good husband, sweetheart?” His hand drifts to the small of your back, the touch deliberate but not forceful.

You swallow, suddenly feeling the weight of his gaze on you. “You never know. You seem… capable.”

His smirk deepens, the challenge clear in his eyes. “Capable, huh?” He laughs softly, a dangerous sound. “Is that all I am to you? A capable man?”

Before you can respond, he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze directly. “You call me husband again, and I might just make it a reality. And when I do, darling, don’t think I’m going to play nice.” His eyes darken just slightly, the playful edge replaced with something more possessive.

Your heart skips, and for the briefest moment, you wonder if you’ve just opened a door you might not want to close.

Megumi - Megumi blinks at you, clearly not expecting that. He freezes mid-sentence, his eyes wide and slightly confused, as if he’s trying to process what you just said.

“H-husband?” he stammers, his voice sounding a little too soft and unsure. “Did you—did you just call me that?”

You grin, watching his face flush slightly. “What? You don’t like it?”

Megumi glances away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck, looking anything but confident now. “No… I just wasn’t expecting it,” he admits, trying to brush it off, but his ears are definitely a little pink.

You chuckle, leaning closer, sensing the slight shift in his mood. “What, you don’t think you could be a good husband?”

He tenses up, his gaze flicking to you for a split second before he looks away again. “I… I guess I could be.” His voice drops a little, and there’s a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though he tries to hide it by turning back to his books.

“You could?” You tease, knowing you’re pushing him out of his comfort zone.

Megumi nods, but then his expression turns more serious, his eyes finally locking with yours. “I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.” His tone is softer now, almost vulnerable, but there’s a definite sincerity behind it.

You blink in surprise, feeling your heart beat a little faster at the unexpected response.

“Maybe you should say it more often,” he adds, looking a little shy again but holding your gaze. “It’s… nice to hear.”

And just like that, you realize you’ve flustered the stoic, composed Megumi more than you thought possible.

Yuji - Yuji stops in his tracks, a wide grin on his face, but his eyes immediately widen in complete surprise. “Husband?” He repeats the word like it’s the most exciting thing he’s ever heard, almost stumbling over his feet in his shock. “Did you—did you just call me that?”

You try to keep a straight face. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it? You’re always looking out for me, so why not?”

Yuji’s face lights up, and his usual enthusiasm kicks into overdrive. He starts bouncing on his heels, his grin growing even wider. “Wait, seriously? Husband?” He grabs your shoulders and spins you around dramatically, his voice practically shaking with excitement. “That means—we’re married now, right?! I’ve got a wife! Oh man, this is amazing!”

You laugh, trying to push him off gently, but his grip is stronger than expected. “Yuji, I was joking! Calm down.”

“Joking?” He pulls back, staring at you with a mock-serious expression. “You can’t just say something like that and not mean it! That’s like—like—a huge deal! You can’t just call someone your husband and not—”

“Yuji!” you laugh, cutting him off. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

But Yuji’s eyes are sparkling with joy, and he’s barely containing his excitement. “But what if we do make it real? You know, I’m down! I’m totally ready for the husband life, wifey!” He gives you a big, goofy grin.

You roll your eyes, but the way his face lights up makes it hard to keep a straight face. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“No need to talk,” he says, pulling you into a dramatic side-hug. “You’re already stuck with me now. Husband and wife, baby!”

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