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It's Two-Faced, It's Too Late

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, College AU, Athlete!Toji Fushiguro, Hacker!Reader, Stalking, Crack, Profanity, Suggestive

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It's Two-Faced, It's Too Late

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, College AU, Athlete!Toji Fushiguro, Hacker!Reader, Stalking, Crack, Profanity, Suggestive, Not Proofread

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Toji checks his phone to see the time is exactly 7 PM, so here he is standing in front of your dorm room’s entrance just as you asked him to. He rings the bell and waits. A few seconds pass and the door opens by itself, revealing a dark room only lit by purple LED lights.

“Toji Fushiguro,” he hears a voice call. His eyes follow the sound to find you sitting in front of your computer setup, your back facing him.

“Y/N?” he asks as he steps in hesitantly. Once he does, the door closes and locks behind him automatically.

What have you made your room into?

You kick the chair next to yours before saying, “Sit.” And for the first time in his life, Toji feels as though he is the one being intimidated. He sits on the chair and finally sees your face when he feels his heart do something it has never done before. 

It skips a beat.

Toji clears his throat. “Hi, I’m Toji.”

You look like you’re suppressing a mocking smile. “I’m aware.”

“Right, so–”

“Give me your phone.”

Right on business, huh? Just the way he prefers anyways. Then why does he feel a pang of disappointment? Ignoring the confusion bubbling in his head, he unlocks his phone and gives it to you.

“Has this stalker ever called you?”

“No, they just send me texts from different numbers.”

“When did it start?” you ask as you begin to connect his phone to your PC.

“About two weeks ago.”

“And how frequently do you get these texts?”

“At first, I used to get one every day, but after a week of that had passed, I’ve been getting multiple texts a day.”

“Show me the texts.”

He hesitates.

“What?”

“Well, the texts are just them telling me where I currently am and sending me screenshots of the tape.”

“I genuinely don’t care about seeing anything explicit, if you have the courage to film it, you can show it to me. I’m helping.”

He opens each text one by one and shows them to you; and in the last one, you see that Toji had finally asked what they demanded to which they talked about him having to resign from the basketball team.

“Is it okay if I transfer data from your phone to my PC so I can work on this?”

“Do anything, it doesn’t matter.”

“Okay then, just a second,” you say as you open a window on your computer that is completely unknown to Toji. He unintentionally stares at you in awe as you work on your craft like an expert. As he watches as you type in what he assumes are codes, he can’t help but feel impressed by your skills.

“So how come I’ve never seen you around campus before?” He breaks the silence.

Your eyes don’t divert from your screen when you answer. “Uhh, I attend most of my classes online, and I don’t really have that many friends that I hang out with.”

“Why do you attend your classes online if you’re already on campus?”

“Well, first of all, I have a job so time management can be a hassle. And most of my work is online anyways, I have everything on this PC that I can’t carry to my classes.”

“Right.”

You soon disconnect the cable from his phone and hand it back to him. “I will do a thorough check up on the data and reach out to you later, okay?”

“Sure, thanks, doll.”

“Fushiguro, I have access to your entire photo library along with your browser history. If you call me that one more time, I won’t just go through them but also leak every single one of your secrets.”

“You have my what? I thought by data you meant my phone bill history or some shit.”

“I had to take everything just in case.”

“Just in case of what, exactly?”

“Who knows?”

Wow, he is terrified of you. “So like, are you gonna go through my shit now?”

“I’ll go through whatever I need to go through in order to investigate. Nothing more, nothing less. Now leave.”

“But you–”

“Leave.”

“Fine, damn,” he snaps before stealing one last glance at your face and turning back.

Note: The writing feels very bland and that's definitely not because of my busy schedule (it totally is). Part 3 will be out tomorrow hopefully.

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Everything Has Changed

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Choso and Reader are 19-20, Angst, Profanity, Smut, Degradation/Humiliation, Handjob, Fingering, Oral (F!Receiveing), First Time, Dacryphilia (If You Squint), Not Proofread

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

As Choso helps you put your shelf back up, he can’t help but notice how quiet you have gotten around him– something you never were. He misses your cheeky grin, your hearty laugh, your random rambles. His heart twists at the sight of your cold eyes that hold nothing but void as you look at him.

Breaking the silence, you speak, “Why did you do that?”

He knows what you mean, yet he asks, “Did what?”

“Not believe me when I told you Asami wasn’t a nice person?”

“I was dumb,” he confesses. “That was the first time I had been getting so much attention– or rather any attention at all.” You walk closer to him as he speaks, your eyes growing icier with every word he says and every step you take.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally as you stand merely inches away from him.

Your voice hums low as you speak. “You’re so fucking pathetic.” Your sultry voice seeps into his blood as he feels it flow down between his legs.

Talk about bad timing.

“I know,” is all he can manage with his shaky voice.

“What’s wrong, hm? You’re all flustered.”

“N-nothing,” he says, toppling over the bed, that is soon followed by you plopping yourself beside him. Much to his dismay, your glance lands between his legs and is greeted by the huge bulge in his pants. At the sight, you can’t help but let out a demeaning laugh.

“Look at that,” you say in between your chuckles as you move your face closer to his. “Is it turning you on, sweetie? Being called pathetic?”

He gazes into your eyes, inhaling deeply.

That’s all you needed to know.

You slide your hand along his inner thigh. Reaching between his legs, you ask, “You like this?”

He nods frantically, wordless. You rub his shaft through his pants, making his breath hitch. “Y/N…”

“Hmm? You want to get rid of these?” you coo as you hook a finger into his waistband. He lifts his hips up and you pull his trousers down, revealing his boxers soaked in precum. “Look at that… what got you so worked up?”

“Please…” he croaks out. Without missing a beat, you pull his boxers down as his hard cock springs out, red with sensitivity. You take it in your hand, the first time you’ve done it– not that he has to be aware of it. It is bigger than you expected. Your touch makes him quiver, almost as though–

“Is this the first time someone touched you?” you ask with genuine curiosity, your hand rubbing along his shaft. He is too breathless to answer, he babbles incoherent sounds instead.

You let out another laugh, stripping him away of any little dignity he had left. “Who sounds fucked out now, huh?” You fist his cock faster, making him arch his back. “Did she really never touch you? Aww you poor thing.”

He lets out a throaty grunt. “Ngh, faster…”

Obliging his words, you tell him, “You really have no shame at all, huh? Getting fucked by the hands of someone degrading you like that?”

He cries out, whether it is in pain or pleasure or both, you can’t tell. With that last cry, he cums all over your palm.

He lays on your bed, panting from the high, soaking in the humiliation, and ignoring your gaze on him. He is glad you are quiet for now, though he will be lying if he says your words didn’t turn him on to the greatest. Once the high dies down, he gets up and puts his pants back on.

You only break the silence after he’s done. “Was that really your first time?”

He decides to not answer. Instead, he says, “I should get going.”

“Right.”

As he steps out of your dorm, he can’t help the thoughts that race in his head. This was clearly a mistake, a moment of weakness. It was indeed the first time someone has touched him so intimately, as Asami had refused to do so, and he still doesn’t know why. Never has he felt so degraded yet satisfied. He wonders if it was your first time being in this position with someone, which makes him realise that–

He is the only one that finished.

Choso may not have been experienced in these, but if there’s one thing he knows, it’s to never leave a woman unsatisfied, and especially not when he had the best orgasm of his life.

He goes back into your dorm.

When you look at him, your eyes widen in surprise. “Choso, what are you–”

He interrupts you by crashing his lips against yours, and you reciprocate with full force. It is your time to stumble onto your bed now, and his to hover over you. He trails his kisses down to your jaw, neck, and then your chest.

“Choso…” you pant.

“Hmm?” is all he says as he brings his kisses down to your hips. Curling his fingers around your waistband, he looks up at you. “May I?”

“Yes.”

He pulls down your sweatpants, revealing your uncovered pussy. You never bother wearing underwear indoors anyways. His breath hitches at the sight. Spreading your legs further apart, he touches your glistening opening. You sigh in response. His fingers work on the outer folds before he spreads your lips, revealing your now engorged clit.

Choso brings his mouth closer and begins to suck on your clit, making you moan out loud. He laps at your cunt as though it is the one meal he has been waiting to try for ages, and perhaps he has.

You arch your back when you feel two fingers enter your pussy, hitting your g-spot while his tongue focuses on your clit. It is the most pleasure you have felt in your life. Your eyes roll back and you feel as though you are going to explode when your orgasm comes crashing in and you cum all over his face. 

He slows down with his tongue but keeps his fingers inside as you ride out your orgasm. You find yourself panting from the high when you realise this was probably the stupidest thing you could’ve done.

You sit up straight, adjusting your clothes. When you look at him, you look for any sign of smugness, but you fail to find any. Despite that, you simply say, “You can leave now.”

“Y/N–”

“It’s okay, we both know what we did is wrong. It’s better if we never speak of it again.”

There is a pause before he says, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

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It's Two-Faced, It's Too Late

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, College AU, Athlete!Toji Fushiguro, Hacker!Reader, Stalking, Crack, Profanity, Suggestive, Not Proofread

MDNI

Part 1

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Everything Has Changed

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Choso and Reader are 19-20, Angst, Profanity, Suggestive, Not Proofread

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A/N: Sorry for not updating in ages. I also realised that I had forgotten to attach the link of Part 3 to the others, so please make sure you've read all the previous parts before reading this one.

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Choso, Toji, Sukuna

Content: Angst, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 13:2: Where they apologise to their daughters after talking to their wives.

Continuation of Episode 12

Find more here!

A/N: These are from the mom/wife's POV.

Choso's Version

Toji's Version

Sukuna's Version

See: Prev -> Gojo, Geto Nanami

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Ino Takuma x Fem!Reader

MDNI, Sex Pollen, Cunnilingus, Not Proofread

“Are you sure you’re sure about this?”

“Just get to it, Ino.”

You spread your legs further apart and buckle your hips once again, motioning him to take your panties off. Shame has been a long forgotten emotion since you have been hit by the curse during your mission, your mind flooding with the dirtiest thought, making you want to hump the nearest living object, even if it is the person you compete against every mission.

Hence here you are, exposing your most vulnerable position in front of your year long rival.

“It’s–” he gulps, “It’s wet.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you snap at him. “Get to it, Ino, please.”

He slides your panties off, revealing your glistening cunt. With the pad of his thumb, he rubs your slit, spreading your wetness along it. You hum in pleasure and jerk upwards. 

“So needy,” he coos in a taunting manner that surprises you. You know for a fact he will tease you for it in the future, perhaps even hold it against you when you fight next. But for now, you cannot give less of a fuck.

“Ino, please…” you whimper.

He spreads your pussy lips with his fingers before digging his tongue inside as you cry out loud. He finds your engorged clit almost immediately and sucks on it as two of his fingers plunge deep into your cunt, directly hitting your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back in utter pleasure. “Ohhh yesss, yeah fuck yes, right there, Ino. Ngh, so good, mmm– fuck.”

“Mmm you taste so sweet, baby,” Ino says between lapping at your cunt, “You always taste like that?” He groans, sending vibrations through your pussy.

That is all it takes for your orgasm to crash over. You feel your stomach twist as you let go, your cum splashing all over his face. He sits up while his fingers remain buried inside your cunt, helping you ride out your orgasm.

You find yourself panting from the high when your eyes meet Ino’s, both your faces flushed. “No one tells Nanami-san about this.”

He makes a gesture of zipping his lips.

A/N: Sorry I'm ovulating.

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-Truth, Dare, Spin Bottles

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Content: Fem!Reader, Basketball AU, Reader is an Author, They are in their 20's, Twitter/Texting AU, Profanity, Crack, Fluff, Not Proofread

Context: Satoru Gojo is one of the biggest basketball players in the NBA; only at the age of 28, he has taken the entire world of basketball by a storm. Apart from his impeccable talent, his fans are enamoured by his irresistible charm and the ability to connect with his fans— whether that is online or in real life. Y/N and literature have gone hand in hand since she was six years old. Growing up an awkwardly introverted girl, she's alway found solace in pouring out words on pages. At the age of 18, she published her debut novel; and now at 24, she is an internationally known author and a popular literary influencer online despite her aversion to social cues. Their worlds are neither connected and nor could their lives ever be destined to intersect, until two fan accounts of each decide otherwise. See the introduction post for some more information.

Part 1

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a while, I've been busy with some high school events.

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Every Corner of This House is Haunted

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Angst, Profanity, Reader and Nanami are in their 30s, Not Proofread

Chapter I ■ Chapter II ■ Chapter III ■ Chapter IV ■ Chapter V ■ Chapter VI ■ Chapter VII

Instead of wallowing in misery over everything that has happened to you, you decide to opt for a change in scenery and give your mind the peace and healing it deserves. Which is how you find yourself on a beach about two hours away from the lavish city.

The splashes of the waves naturally cleanse your mind, the salt air and the smell of sand feel like the warm embrace of home. When you close your eyes, you envision a young couple on this very beach, newlywed, happy, and unaware of the hardships they have waiting later in their lives. 

You jerk your eyes open at the memory of you and your husband in your honeymoon ten years ago– when he had told you that if it weren’t for his career, the two of you could move here and live by the beach in a bungalow. Little did you know that career would turn into the cause of your broken marriage today.

As you walk on the sand with your ankles soaking in the saltwater, you contemplate moving here yourself. Start anew. All your work is online based anyways, and the city is only two hours away anyways. Your mind runs the possibilities and creates a scenario of a new life here on the coast. Just because you didn’t move here with a man doesn’t mean you can’t move here by yourself, right?

As the sun sets, you stroll down to the nearest bakery, a place well engraved in your memory as you’d spent much of your time here during your honeymoon. It’s still the same cozy place filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and cakes and coffee brewing. The slight chatter of the customers show how little the place is crowded– only containing a family of two mothers and their little children, a young couple that makes you nauseous, and a fine gentleman reading a newspaper with his face–

Wait, what?

His face is of one that you know all too well, the one you fell in love with thirteen years ago, the one you married.

Kento is here.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer and more fun, I promise.

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Everything Has Changed

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Choso and Reader are 18-19, Reader is a "Weird Girl" (Luna Lovegood and Phoebe Buffay vibes), Angst, Profanity, Not Proofread

Context (Please Read!!): You and Choso have been best friends since your freshman year of highschool. The two of you instantly clicked after you shared your love for "obscure" interests. Neither of you ever blend with the popular students and always keep to yourselves. But right before the beginning of your senior year, Choso gets a massive glow up.

A/N: All conversations happen within the span of 3 months. I have not planned a Part 2 for this as I am mostly focusing on the Nanami fic right now. But if I ever come up with anything, I'll update this one.

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Every Corner of This House is Haunted

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Marriage in Crisis, Angst, Reader and Nanami are in their 30s, Not Proofread

Chapter I ■ Chapter II

“I want a divorce.”

The silence after you utter those words pierces through your mind, making you second guess your comment. You don’t want to repeat them, afraid the next time you say the words, you won’t even mean it. Kento simply continues driving, pretending like you never spoke. Anxiety blooms in your chest, so tightening you almost feel as though you can’t breathe.

Once you reach your apartment building and get on the elevator, you give into your nerves.

“Kento,” you call.

He looks up from his phone. “Hm?”

You push back the tears that are so desperate to come out of your eyes. “You heard me.” Your voice is barely a whisper. The elevator rings and he steps out into your penthouse. 

“Kento!” you finally shout.

He turns around with a stern expression masking his face. “What?”

“Please.”

“You’re being ridiculous. There’s no need for you to say something like that.”

Letting out an exasperated scoff, you hear your voice break as you speak. “You cannot possibly be saying that, Kento, when you damn fucking well know we haven’t even talked in ages.”

“Yes, we have,” he claims calmly.

“No, Kento, we haven’t. And see this is the issue– you don’t even realise we may be drifting apart.”

“We aren’t drifting apart.”

“Stop invalidating me like that!” you snap. “You think you’re so mature and you know every fucking thing when in reality you’ve grown emotionally unavailable. You only talk about work, we never go out on dates, and when was the last time you kissed me Kento?”

His demeanour shifts slightly, which makes you wonder if he realises his faults.

“We are both busy, my love.”

“Too busy to even see each other?”

He sighs. “You’re right. I have been neglecting you.” He comes forwards and touches your arms. “How about you give me a chance? Let me take you out on a date tomorrow.”

You look into his eyes, the same ones you fell in love with so many years ago, the ones that feel like an ocean you can never drown in. He pulls you into a hug and you melt, his arms both your greatest kryptonite and strongest warrior. How could you ever leave him?

“I’m sorry, my love,” he says, his voice as soft as ever. “I’ll make it right, I promise. Be ready at 7pm tomorrow, okay?”

–

The next day rolls in in a matter of moments. As Kento sits behind his desk at his office with his thoughts laminated with guilt, his mind replays the moments you said you wanted a divorce. He had felt his life flash before his eyes, like someone ripped his heart apart from his ribcage. Had he been so blinded by ambition and competence that he forgot to consider the feelings of the reason he breathes?

“Sir?” the voice of his assistant breaks him away from his thoughts.

“Yes?”

“The clients are here, the meeting can start now.”

–

Hours pass in the meeting, but eventually, the deal is finalized. Kento returns to his cabin and relaxes into his chair, satisfied with himself. Stretching out his arms, he finally peeks into his phone that seems to be flooded with notifications from you. Why would send him so many–

Oh.

Fuck.

He checks the time. It’s 9:42 PM. The meeting had taken longer than it should have. But worst of all, he had forgotten about the plans with you. With shaking hands, he sprints out of his office, maniacally driving to your place.

He stumbles out of the elevator. “Y/N,” he calls out. “I’m so sorry for being late, my love, I was occupied with very important clients.” He goes up to your bedroom and opens the door, expecting to find you there.

“Y/N?” he calls out again when he doesn’t. His heart almost leaps out of his chest as he hysterically moves around the house, shouting out your name and calling your phone. All to only be responded with nothing. 

You were gone.

A/N: Sorry, I was feeling a little silly. 🤭

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Every Corner of This House is Haunted

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Marriage in Crisis, Angst, Reader and Nanami are in their 30s, Not Proofread

The numbness in you deafens the cheers of the crowded halls of the high society party. Your husband’s arm around your waist holds no warmth– it is nothing more than a facade for the world.

It wasn’t always like this, of course. There was a time you meant the world to the man that stands beside you. A time that is now long gone, sure, but never forgotten. The memories of your young love stays locked in a precious vault at the back of your head. And perhaps this vault is the reason you both pretend like everything is alright.

And you cannot lament without guilt. The Vivienne Westwood dress wrapped around you, the millions of dollars worth of a penthouse apartment, and every other luxury that one can only dream of are all handed over to you on a silver platter by him. In return, you turn into the dream trophy wife.

The event tonight is an engagement party. As you gape at the young couple, your mind fills with nostalgia of what you and your husband once were. The way they look at each other– like the world only consists of the love they both share– takes you ten years back in time. 

Now, even at the mere age of 34, your eyes hold the liability of an old soul. And when you look into your husband’s, you see a tired individual trapped behind them– maybe desperate to get out, but you're not sure you even know him well enough anymore to be able to tell. That’s the thing about ambition, you suppose, once you start, you always want more.

And for this very reason, your weekly dates turned into monthly, then a few times a year, then only on special occasions. And now, ten years into your marriage, you barely see one another, and the only times you go out together are during events.

The event ends, and you and Kento are driving back to the place you once ever so lovingly called home. The ride is silent, for you speak to him when needed, and he only speaks to you about work. Is it time you open the vault that has memories of years ago locked in? Is the sweetness of the past worth letting your present turn bitter? The questions overflow your mind as you frantically search for the answer. Once you find it, you break the silence.

“I want a divorce.”

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JJK Men in Romance Books ✧˖°

(A Concept)

Part 7: Takuma Ino x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have started a series of sorting the JJK men into the different concepts of popular romance books. I will not be writing these as fics, but rather showing what the aesthetics and plots might have been. If someone wants to take inspo from here to write any of these, please credit and tag me.

「 ✦ TROPES ✦ 」

✭ Neighbourhood Romance ✭ Skater Boy x Flourist ✭ Childhood Friends to Lovers

「 ✦ PLOT ✦ 」

Takuma Ino grew up in what he would consider the friendliest neighbourhood ever. Growing up, he was friends with every single kid who lived around him. Residents from here knew each other's names and felt comfortable chatting with each other in the streets or during community events. But above all, he was close to the girl who lived in the house right in front of his. They had a bond like no other, with their bedroom windows only an arm length away from one another. Despite all of this, Takuma leaves this place for four years for college and ends up losing touch with most of the people he grew up with. Y/N is someone who spent her whole life being a homebody and has lived her whole life in the same neighbourhood. Not that she's complaining— she loves the comfort that familiarity brings her. At the age of 22, she now looks after her family's flower shop. But there's only one thing missing— her childhood best friend, Takuma, who left them four years ago and never bothered to contact them. But now he's back and everyone seems to adore him the same way they did back when they were teenagers. but Y/N doesn't plan on forgiving him any time soon.

Masterlist of this Series

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JJK Men in Romance Books ✧˖°

(A Concept)

Part 1: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

A/N: I am starting a series of sorting the JJK men into the different concepts of popular romance books. I will not be writing these as fics, but rather showing what the aesthetics and plots might have been. If someone wants to take inspo from here to write any of these, please credit and tag me.

「 ✦ TROPES ✦ 」

✭ Popular Boy x Nerd Girl ✭ Golden Retriever x Black Cat ✭ He fell first, He fell harder ✭ Athlete x Tutor

「 ✦ PLOT ✦ 」

Satoru Gojo is the star athlete in his college. Good looks, irresistible charm, trust fund baby, future pro athlete, and a group of friends who come from equally nepotistic families— he has his whole life on easy mode. This is until one semester, he fails most his classes. Now his strict coach, who listens to no one (not even Satoru's father, who donated multiple buildings to the institution), warns Satoru that if he doesn't get his grades up, he will not be getting a recommendation to go pro after graduation. Enter Y/N, a scholarship student in the same college. Despite her calm and collected nature, she is one of the most hardworking and headstrong students in her year. Doing classes with some of the richest and most spoilt people as a girl from a middle class family is not easy, but don't underestimate her power of not giving a fuck about someone's social class or family background. Her life is filled with solo library dates and lonely train rides until the charming Satoru Gojo comes knocking at her door, offering her a ton of money just to make sure he doesn't fail his classes.

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UNTIL THE DEATH OF ME!! (x)

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just waiting to see which one i’ll post today.

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found this on instagram

OG artist

i cried so now you will too