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Fancy Seeing you Here || Roronoa Zoro

Syn: Robbing Zoro isn’t a good idea, and you’re forced to work for the straw hats after having a bitter reunion with Zoro when he rescues you from the hands of pirates.

Warnings: No Smut

Zoro x reader

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Chills ran down your spine as you heard the laughter of the guards.

Those taunting chortles, reminding you that you were constantly under supervision, no escape and no rescue in sight.

Maybe you'd be a little bit more comfortable if you weren't stripped down to your underwear, arms chained up whilst you were forced down onto your knees.

God, it hurt.

Your whole body hurt, and the constant shivers from the sheer cold wasn't helping your state.

You couldn't feel your fingers, your lips were cracked and you could barely open your eyes.

All you wanted to do was go home.

"Hey! Can you at least give me my clothes back?" You yelled out, desperate to get the attention of the guards.

The response you got was a rock thrown at you, followed by mocking laughter.

"Perverts!"

You didn't know how much time had passed since you were captured and put down here.

At least it was a pirate ship, and not a marine one.

The guards were long gone now, enjoying hot meals in the kitchen with the rest of their wretched crew.

You were about to allow yourself to fall asleep, but the rushing footsteps followed by gunshots coming from the upper deck startled you awake.

What the fuck?

Was this ship finally going to be taken down?

"I'm going to check their treasure supply, you, come with me!" You heard a feminine voice.

Was she going to be a friend or a foe..? You only hoped she'd be cordial enough to get you out of these cuffs.

As the door slowly creaked open, the first thing you saw was the two blades of swords peaking in.

"H..hello?" You called out, rattling against the cuffs to grab their attention.

You heard a squeal and the yelp of another man.

You could only guess she had pushed him forward to protect herself from any danger.

"What is wrong with you, nami?!" He yelled, grumbling as he found his ground once more

You decided to speak up again. It was pretty dark so you assumed they couldn't see you well, the same way you couldn't see them well.

"Please help me! I need to get out of these cuffs... and some clothes would be nice too.." you pleaded, rattling the chains to show them you were, indeed, locked up.

"How do we know you're not going to attack us?" The woman named Nami asked, her footsteps getting closer to you.

"I haven't eaten in days.. and I have none of my weapons.. Im not a devil user either..!" You explained, desperately trying to convince them to let you go.

You couldn't hear anything after that.

They silently exchanged glances, Nami nodding at Zoro, motioning for him to hurry and break the cuffs off of your wounded arm.

You gasped in satisfaction, itching the spot where those damn cuffs had squeezed for days.

"Thank you! Thank you-"

As you got up to rush off the ship, you felt your knees give out under you, ending up with you crashing onto the man that had cut off your bindings.

You could see him now.

As clear as day.

"You!"

Before you could say anything else, everything went dark.

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The music in the bar was loud, loud enough to conceal your footsteps and your presence.

You were planning on stealing something off of everyone in the building, a new type of thrill you liked to indulge in.

You had already stolen the wallets, rings, and necklaces off of half of the people here. It was getting boring.

Your hopes of the adrenaline and thrill of getting caught were slowly starting to simmer.

Key word, slowly.

Your interests were sparked once again when a pirate walked in.

How did you know he was a pirate? The wanted poster stuck to the bulletin board of the bar matched his appearance perfectly.

Roronoa Zoro, former pirate hunter, and now a pirate of the straw hat crew.

You licked your lips, watching his every move, the three swords on his hips taunting you to just try and rob him.

Maybe one of them wouldn't be so bad..

Twenty minutes later, you were running away with a wad of his cash in your grip and with him running after you with two swords out.

Unfortunately, taking one of his swords proved to be too much of a life threatening task for you..

"Come back here! Damn it.. how is she so fast!" Zoro yelled, anger and frustration mixing in the pit of his stomach.

All you did was giggle, jumping up and landing on the roof of a house, he followed straight after you.

You may not have a devil fruit, but you were definitely on par with many users when it came to physical ability.

"Give it up! I can chase after you all night!" He yelled once again, following after you as you jumped from roof to roof.

Twenty minutes later, you had finally lost him.

Really, all you did was turn a corner and he somehow went the other way? What a stupid way to lose someone.

"Ha.. chase after me all night my ass."

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You woke up with a groan, your whole body felt like it was on fire.

"You're finally awake! Boy, you sure are lucky Nami forced Zoro to bring you here." You heard a voice speak. It sounded like a child speaking..

You quickly sat up, checking your surroundings.

You were in a doctor's office, and next to you there was a weird raccoon dog looking thing dressed up as a doctor.

"Did you just.. talk?" You asked, leaning down to get a closer look at him. “My names Chopp-“

You pinched one of his cheeks, completely in awe at how cute something a raccoon dog could be.

He grumbled, crossing his arms.

As much as he tried to look tough, you couldn't help but squeal at how cute he was.

The door to the office swung open, and in walked the one and only Roronoa Zoro.

"Finally! You! Give me my money back!" He yelled, storming towards you.

He held you by the collar and all you could do was put your arms up in surrender.

"I already spent it, loser." You stuck your tongue out.

You weren't gonna show fear towards him.

"Why you-!"

"Zoro! Leave my patient alone!" The raccoon dog yelled, and then proceeded to grow 3 times in size.

"Holy!" You yelled, startled at the rapid transformation.

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A few days passed, you really didn't keep count. If you had to guess, you'd say about six days..

With the amount of times Zoro yelled at you, you were surprised you weren't thrown overboard.

"Listen, you green haired freak, I don't have the money!"

"Then make it up to me!"

"Kiss my ass!"

Blah blah blah..

At least the crew thought it was funny.

The only other person who didn't think it was in the slightest bit humorous was Nami.

"She can just work it off if she can't pay us back."

She yawned, sunbathing with a lemonade in hand.

"I'll be damned before I work for a bunch of pirates!" You yelled, handing both Robin and chopper lemonades.

So.. you were already working for them.. the world kept spinning and you had a safe space to sleep. You just hated admitting you were now a servant for the straw hats.

You did a bunch of stuff for them. Franky needed help with upgrading things around the ship, Usopp needed help with his inventions, and Luffy made you steal food for him. It was more dangerous than it sounds.

Sanji just liked having a girl keep him company in the kitchen, you hated it, to say the least.

Now Zoro.. he put you through torture.

He made you clean his weights, he made you spar with him, he made you scrub the floors of his room, and, to put the cherry on top, he made you bring him booze every time he was on watch.

The sun finally set, marking your week long stay with the straw hats.

And who did you spend this day with? Zoro.

"If you hate me so much, why do you make me stay with you?" You groaned, leaning against the railing.

"I don't like you, but you keep your mouth shut, and that's what I like." He replied, downing the rest of his drink.

He was so weird. Did he just not know how to express his emotions?

You've spent so much time with him, you were starting to suspect he had already forgiven you for robbing him.

"Admit it, you've grown to like me." You teased, poking his shoulder.

You were quite literally poking the bear.

He clicked his tongue and muttered a small “you’re delusional” Wow, he wasn’t even bothered to yell at you.

You wondered how far you could actually take this.

Running your fingers over his muscles, you leaned closer to him, "I definitely don't mind spending my time with you." You said, your voice sultry and clear with flirtation.

"Shut up." He muttered, but he didn't slap your hand away or move out of your reach. It was like he was enjoying this.

So you decided to continue.

“You know.. there’s something more I can do to pay back for what I did..” you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.

You were planning on going lower than that, but before you could make your move, you were pressed up against the railing, almost dangling off of the ship.

Zoro’s arms trapped you, an unamused look on his face.

“You want to play that game? Fine.” He said, leaning in closer to you.

You looked back, the water looked dark and dangerous. You felt like you could fall in at any moment. His hand moved to grip your cheeks, forcing you to face him.

“You’ve really pissed me off, (Y/n). So you’re gonna go and hide, and if I find you, then you’ll pay me back.” He said before letting you go and watching you scurry off.

Oh fuck.

Out of all the places you could hide, why would you pick the first storage closet you could find?

Maybe it was the adrenaline, and the thrill of being chased, but you were actually hoping he’d find you.

A few minutes later, you could hear his footsteps, and the familiar sound of his swords clanking against each other.

You held your breath as his shadow stopped in front of the closet.

The handle rattled and you could feel your heartbeat increase.

As the door opened, he peered down at you, a sinister smirk stretched out across his face.

He crouched down, his green bandana in hand.

“There you are.” He said, wrapping the bandana around your head, low enough so that it was covering your eyes.

You felt him pick you up and swing you up over his shoulder.

This was only going to go one way.

And you were going to like it.

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Is it just me who thinks it’s weird to age up characters, who are minors, just to make them do smth nasty?? We’ve really lost touch..

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Have you ever watched your children suffer and felt powerless? Heard your baby cry from hunger with nothing to feed them? If you live in comfort and safety, maybe it’s time to ask: have I done enough to help those truly in need? A small act of mercy from you could bring our children hope."

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Hey who's art is this? (The one in the left)

I got it from Pinterest but I did a little digging and it’s Tamashi_arts on Instagram!!! I really should have put credits in the original post 🥲

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-please, please, please, let me get what I want-

Syn: reader notices that Sanji never flirts with her and can’t help but feel jealous whenever he shows affection towards Nami and Robin, a little silent treatment wouldnt hurt, right?

(Teeny weenie moment of smut but nothing too detailed)

A single sigh left your yearning lips. 

You could physically feel your heart sob every time you  had the unfortunate experience of becoming a witness to another one of Sanji's flirty moods. 

Of course, these moods were never directed towards you. Never ever.

You sat beside Franky, eyebrow twitching and bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Franky knew about your feelings.

Ever since you had joined the crew, you couldn't help but adore everything about the blonde cook. 

He was cute, he was sweet and he went above and beyond to protect the crew. 

Especially Nami and Robin. He’d of course protect you too but he’d never go to the same lengths. 

Why? Why couldn't he just channel a bit of that flirtatious energy, that you so clearly wanted, to you? 

"I don't get it.." you mumbled, crossing your arms and legs as you leaned against the railing of the ship, squinting your eyes at Sanji, who was serving Nami a cold drink with hearts in his eyes. 

Of course he'd go crazy at the sight of her in a bikini, with the sun complimenting her smooth skin. 

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Franky questioned, strumming his small pink guitar. 

Rolling your eyes, you lightly punched his shoulder. He didn't get it. Sanji would just shoot you down. It was obvious he didn't like you in that way, why else would he ignore you in such a way? 

"Sanji only likes pretty girls like Nami and Robin-" 

"What are you talking about? You're suuuuuper hot!" Franky interrupted, earning a giggle out of you. 

"Sanji doesn't see that though." You groaned, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Just cut him off, lord knows I’m trying to.” Zoro chimed in, grumbling as his eyes remained shut and his arms crossed with his three swords at his side.

You were about to scold him, but something clicked in your head. It all made sense. 

“Yes! I’ll give him the silent treatment!” You jumped up, feeling a mischievous plot forming in your mind. 

“Oh boy..” Frankly mumbled. 

"Nami-swaaaan! Where are you going?!" You heard Snaji call out, practically skipping after the woman. 

You loved Nami, she was like a dear sister to you, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your heart. 

She knew you liked him too. To be honest, you were sure all the strawhats, except Sanji, and possibly luffy,  knew of your feelings. It was painfully obvious. 

"Nami-swaan! Robin-chwaann! God, give me a break." You mocked him, pouting a little. 

Zoro chuckled at your reaction, although he was sleeping. What a truly odd man. 

Later into that night, you laid awake in your bed, fighting back the angry and annoyed tears that seemed to constantly threaten to spill. It was like he consumed your mind, almost every minute of every day. You found yourself daydreaming of the reality that could be. 

You hated it so much. 

You hated how much you wanted him, and how much he meant to you. But you were certain the feeling wasn’t mutual. 

Sighing, you got up and left your room, trudging towards the kitchen in your oversized off-the-shoulder t-shirt and no bottom. You were too frustrated and annoyed to even care about anyone seeing you in your panties. Hell, Franky walked around in his constantly. 

You just hoped it wouldn't be Brook who saw you. 

To your surprise, the kitchen was lit up, and a faint humming was heard from behind the door. You peeked in through the circular window, spotting the blonde cook still doing today's dishes and wiping down the table and counter. 

He was so dedicated to his job as the crew's cook, it made your heart skip a beat. 

But this wasn't the time to swoon over his charms. 

You were going to give him the silent treatment. Give him a taste of what it felt like to be you. 

Entering the kitchen, you kept a stoic expression and went straight for the alcohol cabinet, ignoring the guy who greeted you. 

"What are you doing up so late?" He asked, keeping his eyes glued to the dish filled sink. You slightly hoped he'd glance your way, see your revealing state and actually see you in a different light. 

You took multiple big swigs from one of Zoro's bottles, careless for the consequences that awaited this decision. 

You craved the burn and the buzz, something you stopped yourself from feeling ever since you joined the crew. If you were going to be a strawhat, you had to be vigilant and alert at all times, even if the others weren't. 

But not tonight. 

Tonight you wanted to drown your sorrows within the delightful liquid. 

"(Y/n)? What's gotten into you?" Sanji came up from behind you, snatching the bottle away and handing you a glass of water. 

"Hey! why can I be the only one who doesn't drink?" You whined, refusing the glass of cold water. 

He had some nerve trying to worry about you now after practically ignoring you for so long. 

"Because you don't drink. Somethings wrong with you. What's up?" He pressed on, determined to get to the bottom of your odd behaviour. 

Those eyes. You couldn't take your eyes away from his.

The way he looked down at you made you feel cared for. It put you in a trance, a spell that you felt would never wash away.

"I don't have to tell you anything, eyebrows." You replied, turning your head away from him. You wanted to get back to your room as fast as possible and bury yourself away from everything.

"Wha- eyebrows?!" He yelled, taking a step back from you to pout. 

You, in turn, stuck your tongue out at him, quickly snatching the bottle away from his disappointed grasp. 

You seemed like you were joking, and maybe it was the alcohol that had heightened your emotions, but you couldn't shake the ache in your heart. You felt like, with a single word from him, you'd crash and bawl your eyes out. 

It seemed silly, and maybe a little childish, but seeing the man you wanted, so much, flirt and dote over the girls you already thought were prettier than you, hurt. 

It hurt more than words could explain. 

Sanji took you by the hand, leading you to sit down at the dining table, sitting next to you with concern. You hadn't realise it yet, but he was wiping the tears you didn't even know were spilling. 

"C'mon, what's wrong?" He asked again, his voice soft and gentle as he took a seat next to you. 

You bit your tongue, maybe right now would be the best time to give him the cold shoulder, show him you were upset with him. 

Smacking his hand away, you took in a deep breathe

"I don't need to explain anything to you."

There was a moment of silence, and for a split second, you swore you saw a flicker of anger within those blue eyes of his. Your repeated words seemed to strike annoyance within him.

You refused to look at him. You didn't want to. Acting like you were mad at him made you feel bad beyond explanation. Especially when he stared at you with such a disappointed look.

"I just want to help you, (Y/n)." He finally broke the silence, returning the warmth of his hand back up to your cheek that you so harshly slapped away. 

Making eye contact, you leaned into his touch, placing your hand over his and closing your eyes before finally getting out the words you've always wanted to ask him,

"Do you... find me attractive..?" 

You could feel him tense up. A bad sign. 

Oh god. Did he really think you were that ugly..? 

Trying your hardest not to jump to conclusions, you waited for him to speak. Waited for him to clear your worries. 

But he never did. 

You fidgeted with the end of your shirt, feeling so embarrassed and slightly annoyed. 

"Attractive? Do I find you attractive?" He repeated your question in a hushed tone that made it seem like it was the most ridiculous question in the world. 

"I can't even begin to explain how I see you, (Y/n). Every time you walk into a room, it lights up. Every time you smile at me, my day becomes infinitely better. And you ask me if I find you attractive?" He laughed, covering the lower half of his face with his hand. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Was he really saying these words? Words that you’ve longed to hear since the beginning of your pirate journey?

"I'd pick you in a room filled with women,” he took in a deep breath, “I pick you, (Y/n)." He finished, his face now inches away from yours. 

"Seeing you like this.. I don't think I can keep my hands to myself anymore." 

Without missing a beat, his lips connected with yours, exchanging hungry and sloppy kisses, his hands gripping your waist and sitting you down on his lap as he mumbled a 'c'mere' into the make out. 

You felt your body heat up, begging for more contact. You needed him. Your hands tangled into his blonde hair, running out of air but never distancing yourself from him. 

You had imagined this moment since you joined the crew, and now that it was actually happening, it felt like a surreal dream. 

His hands knew exactly where to find themselves, massaging your thighs, to gripping your hips, to squeezing your ass. 

You instinctively rubbed your core against the tent that had quickly formed in his pants, needy for more attention.

Sanji pulled away, a grin stretched across his face,

“As much as I want to fuck you on moss-head’s chair, let’s go back to my room.” He purred, face now buried in the crook of your neck. 

Giggling, you nodded your head, “oui, monsieur.”

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-Not for my friend?-

Pairing: Yamaguchi x reader

Syn: Yamaguchi has a small crush on you, but he has the small idea that you wanted Tsukishima instead, and so gets surprised when you speak to him instead.

REQUESTS: OPEN

Similar to my Aone one shot, I wrote this because my HEART BROKE when I found out his biggest fear is girls only speaking to him to get to know Tsuki instead </3

“Hey look, that girl’s back again.” Tsukishima sighed, taking a sip out of his almost done water bottle.

Yamaguchi looked in the direction his friend gestured to, noticing the same girl that had been watching them practice sitting beside Yachi this whole week.

“Oh.. right. She keeps looking at you. I think she might like you.” He laughed trying to lighten his own mood.

To be honest, he wished she were coming for him, but with her always looking in Tsuki’s direction, it was very clear that she wasn’t.

It was always Tsuki.

He was only partially jealous. The rest of him felt overjoyed for his friend, gaining attention from girls was a big ego boost.

And gaining attention from you was like winning the lottery. In his eyes, you were the prettiest girl in the school. The prettiest girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

Feeling his heart start to ache, Yamaguchi quickly shook himself back into reality, deciding to focus on the practice match instead of you.

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You happily sat by your friend, leaning your head against her shoulder as you slowly ate your sandwich.

You loved watching the volleyball team. They were all so excited to be here and in the zone. It was their passion for the sport that intrigued you the most.

However, the main reason you would spend your lunch times watching sweaty boys play volleyball was the awkward freckled boy that would steal glances your way from time to time, turning red a cherry when you made eye contact.

He was so awkwardly cute, and he got flustered so easily, it made you want to get to know him more.

“Hey.. Yachi..” you spoke up, catching the blondes attention, humming in acknowledgment.

“What.. what is that boy’s name?” You gestured with your head, trying to stop yourself from turning as red as a flipping tomato.

Giggling, she happily answered your question, “that’s Tsukishima. Do you like him?” She asked, her voice lowered so only you could hear her, thankfully.

You slowly nodded your head, feeling giddy just talking about him.

Once the match had ended, you urged Yachi to help you speak to him. Although he seemed like a sweet boy, you didn’t want him to feel ambushed by you just walking up to him and striking a conversation.

It sounds weird, but that’s just what you thought would happen.

Taking you by the hand, Yachi marched towards the boy. You could practically feel your heart beating against your ribcage.

He was standing next to his friend. Or a boy you assumed to be his friend. He was always with him, so you expected them to be close.

“Tsukishima! Could you come here for a second?” Yachi called over, stopping a bit away from the two.

You would’ve been happy for her help, but when the tall blonde with glasses made his way over to the two of you, you felt like you had somehow gotten misunderstood.

Boy, this was going to be awkward.

“Oh.. Yachi-“

“Okay! You can start talking to him now!” She whisper yelled to you, trying to contain her excitement.

You let out a nervous laugh, staring up at the tall boy.

He didn’t look too amused, to say the least.

“Look, if this is what I think it is, let me just say this now,” he started, and you could tell you were about to experience your first ever rejection from someone you weren’t even interested in.

“I’m not interested.”

“Well, that’s good, because I’m not either.” You huffed, definitely not taking a liking to his sour tone. Just who did he think he was?

Rolling your eyes, you looked past him, smiling softly at the boy standing lonely.

“I actually wanted to talk to your friend over there.. I think he’s kinda cute.” You giggled, noticing him fiddling with his fingers once you made eye contact.

Tsukishima’s mouth hung open, and instead of replying to you, he stomped his way over to your friend, probably to tell her off for putting him in an embarrassing situation.

You, in turn, made your way to the freckled boy, holding out your hand for a handshake when you were close enough.

“Hi! My name’s (Y/n)!” You introduced yourself with a cheery attitude.

He slowly shook your hand, his tongue getting caught in his throat as he stared at you in disbelief.

“Now would be where you’d tell me your name.” You laughed, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Oh! Uh.. I’m Yamaguchi.. but wh..-“

“I don’t like your friend, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You said, blowing a raspberry in Tsukishima’s direction.

“So you wanted to talk with.. me?” He asked, his face growing in colour as his attitude quickly turned from a sorrowful one to a delightfully surprised.

You quickly nodded your head, your heart skipping a beat as you noticed him getting happier.

You hoped the more you got to know each other, the happier you could make him.

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Bittersweet

Synopsis: you’ve hated Aizawa ever since you’ve known him, hating everything about him, especially the way he’s better at things than you. Aizawa overhears an embarrassing conversation between you and Midnighy and soughts you out to settle your differences once and for all.

Warnings: No smut or anything like that here. Arguing involved and mentions of sex only. (Short oneshot)

Aizawa x fem reader

"He just makes me so... ugh!" You complained, pacing around the staff room.

Your colleague, midnight, giggled, taking a sip of her drink.

"Please! You are so in love!" She teased, placing her cup down onto the table. You stopped in your tracks, giving her a disgusted look.

You? In love with someone so infuriating? Yeah right.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer her question. Plopping down on the chair next to her, you placed your head on the table, thinking about the events from earlier.

-

Dodging one of Erasure head's kicks, you jumped up onto a light post, pointing down at him and the two other students that were teamed up to take you down.

"Give up, heroes! You'll never win against me!" You laughed, knowingly overdoing your acting role.

Aizawa rolled his eyes, clutching onto his binding cloth as he signalled for one of his students to go up to somewhere high.

Your quirk was levitation, so it would've been quite easy to just use your quirk to apprehend the students, but of course Erasure head had to show off his quirk.

You huffed, knowing that as long as you were in his sight, he'd have his quirk activated at all times.

Maybe taking him down first would be the right move for a time like this.

Taking out four kunai knifes from your belt, you threw them all at him, jumping down with them and engaging in close combat.

He was too vigilant and too prideful to let you land a hit on him, even if it would do some good for the students to learn.

The other student stepped back, knowing that if she interfered, she'd only get in his way.

"Let me take you down..! The students will learn more!" You whisper yelled at him, never ceasing your jabs and kicks.

"And let you rub it in later? Stop dreaming, (H/n)." He replied, taking hold of his cloth and binding your legs together.

You yelped as you fell forwards onto him, immediately being apprehended with your arms behind your back on the ground.

"Did you have to do that so harshly?!" You yelled, struggling under his tight grip.

"Quiet, villain." He mocked, smirking down at you as he deactivated his quirk.

-

"Oh come on, (Y/n). It can't be that bad." She said, trying to console your embarrassment.

Shooting up, you glared at her, clicking your tongue.

"At one point, I heard Bakugo point at me and laugh." You sulked, reliving the moment once again.

Midnight laughed, handing you her cup.

Taking a big gulp out of it, you gagged at the taste.

You knew midnight was a freaky woman, but no sugar in tea? That was just plain crazy.

"Look, my advice is, bang it out. Solved all my conflicts with coworkers." She smirked, reminiscing on her sexual activities.

Your jaw dropped.

"Seriously? Who did you- ew no! As attractive as he is, i'm not going to bone Aizawa!" You yelled, standing up.

You saw Midnight glance behind you, a cheeky smile stretching across her face as she stayed silent to your outburst.

Oh shit.

You heard the very same tired teacher you were complaining about clear his throat, sending shivers down your spine. How the hell did you not hear the door open?

You couldn't begin to explain how embarrassed you were. He had just heard you, someone who he knew hated him since high school, call him attractive. That's gotta be one hell of an ego boost.

"..Excuse me.." you muttered, quickly walking out of the staff room without sparing even a glance at the man.

What you had missed was the deep blush that had taken over his face.

Midnight gave him a wink, wiggling her eyebrows when she realised how flustered he was.

——

You sat in your bedroom, book in hand and headphones on.

You tried so hard to forget the incident from earlier, but every time you remembered it, you wanted to scream until your eardrums burst and your head exploded.

You huffed, unable to concentrate on your book.

"Who the hell cares if he heard? It's not like.. I like him.." you mumbled to yourself, biting your bottom lip.

You tried so desperately to convince yourself that you didn't like him. In fact, every time you were around him, you made sure to at least glare at him once. It was your way of making sure you hated him and he shared that mutual feeling.

But you knew.

You knew deep down that you actually liked him.

He was exactly your type, and you hated how he always showed off when fighting villains.

The way he tied his hair back before bed, and the way he slept shirtless when it was too hot to sleep clothed.

You weren't a stalker, you just happened to need to talk to him on a particularly hot summer night.

You both lived in the 1-A dorms. You shared the class with him, and that made you want to scream even more because it felt like you were both parents to the class.

When he called them his kids, it definitely didn't help.

You were snapped out of your trance when a loud knock came from the door.

Taking off your headphones, you rushed to the door.

Swinging it open, you found Aizawa standing there, his hair tied back and his pyjamas sat baggy around his body.

You averted your gaze, not wanting to give away the fact that his messy look one hundred percent turned you on.

"I wanted to address earlier."

"Why?"

Aizawa sighed, crossing his arms. An awkward silence pursued, leaving you to switch from leaning on your legs every two seconds.

"We're colleagues and we share a class. I think we should sort out whatever issues we have between us." He said in a monotone voice, never breaking eye contact from your eyes.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but travel from his obsidian eyes, to his smooth lips.

"Fine.. come in." You said, moving out of the way for him to come in.

"I was thinking we could do this in my office. It's a professional setting." He said, never moving from his spot.

You groaned, glaring at him. "Do you seriously have to go against everything I say?" You spat at him, taking a step forward in an attempt to look intimidating.

He, in turn, also took a step forward, crossing his arms as he replied to your rhetorical question, "I wouldn't have to if you thought things through for once."

"Maybe if you weren't such a smart-ass, I wouldn't hate you as much."

"Maybe if you weren't so rude, I'd like you."

At this point, your chests were practically touching.

You stared up at him, realising the closeness, but being too stubborn to actually back away from him.

He was exactly the same.

Your breaths mingled with each other, his eyes now travelled down to your lips, licking his in an attempt to fight off the temptation.

Before you knew it, your lips crashed against his, engaging in an aggressive, yet passionate make out.

He shut the door behind him with his leg, lifting you up and against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around him, your arms hung loosely on his shoulders.

His actions dawning on him, Aizawa quickly pulled away, dropping you and backing away. You could see the red spread across his face as he tried to figure out what he was going to say next.

“As much as I’ve wanted to do that, you’re clearly vulnerable right now.” He sighed, looking off to the side.

You nibbled on your bottom lip. As much as you wanted him to take you, you didn’t want Midnight to be the one who was right in this situation.

Taking in a deep breath, you cupped Aizawa’s cheeks, turning his face to look at you.

“I like you, Aizawa. I have ever since high school..” you confessed, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with him. You pinched his cheeks, causing him to roll his eyes, a small smile gracing his scruffy features.

“The only reason I acted so mean, was because I didn’t want to admit just how much I actually liked you..”

The kiss he gave you was enough of a reply for you.

Maybe proving midnight right wouldn’t be so bad..

[aiai0]

Train Buddy

Aone x reader

I felt like writing this because of the very sad fact that everyone avoids sitting next to my precious boy Aone on trains 💔💔

"Shoot! I'm gonna be late!" You complained to yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip as you checked your watch every five seconds.

It was your first day at a new school, Date tech.

Taking the train wasn't ideal, financially, but it was much quicker, and with the time you had, you couldn't take the risk of taking the bus. Letting out a sigh of relief, the train headlights lit its path, slowing down and eventually coming to a halt.

You had to practically tackle your way through the crowd of people pushing their way through the doors, desperate to get on. At some point, one of your earbuds was yanked off, almost ripping it off its wire.

Stupid men always resorting to brute strength!

You held tightly onto the pole, holding your bag close to your chest as you felt strangers bump into you the faster the train got.

You hated situations like this. Random people not being able to hold their own weight, depending on strangers to catch them if they fall. Honestly, it wasn't hard to hold onto a damn pole.

Your attention was snapped towards the sound of a baby crying. The baby may have caught your attention, but what held it was the boy who had his hand up, waving at the cute little thing. He was waving but he had a.. frown?

What was odd was the fact that there were two empty seats on either side of him. Four empty seats yet the people standing refuse to take a seat? That's rare..

The guy had buzzed white hair, his face slightly round and his expression, although attempting to look friendly, gave off a kinda hostile look. From his behaviour, you doubted that he was any type of threat. What type of violent person would wave to a baby? Stupid baby, crying at a nice gesture.

You also noticed that he was wearing your schools uniform. Maybe this was your opportunity to actually make a friend, or at least an acquaintance.

You pushed your way through the crowd, huffing as you plopped down onto the seat next to him, placing your bag onto your lap.

The boy tensed up, his hands balling up into fists on his lap as he straightened himself.

You looked up at him, trying not to giggle at his nervousness. Seriously, did he always experience this type of rudeness from people? What was so bad about sitting next to him?

Taking out an earbud, you stretched it out towards him, offering it with a gentle smile.

He raised an eyebrow at you, slowly taking it and placing it in his ear.

He probably noticed your uniform and decided you were also a safe person.

When you got off, the boy had bowed and scurried off, leaving you behind. You sighed, realising you'd have to enter the school by yourself, not being able to avoid the looks and glances from other students, wondering about who you were.

The rest of the day flew by. A mediocre day.

The only good thing about the school was its library.

It was a cozy and lovely room, perfect for just sitting and reading. If music was allowed, you'd also listen to something fitting for such a wonderful experience, but the librarian made it very clear with her not so nice warnings whenever your phone was spotted.

The only thing keeping it from being absolute perfection in its entirety was the fact that the gymnasium was only 3 minutes away.

You were able to very clearly hear the squeaking of the shoes, the bouncing of the balls, and most especially, the laughter and the cheering of the students.

Grumbling to yourself, you decided that they were being inconsiderate, and they had to be shushed.

Damn... maybe the librarian was rubbing off on you.

Storming into the gym, you grit your teeth as you stamped your foot.

"Hey! Keep it down-"

Your eyes caught onto a familiar face.

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at his cute volleyball uniform.

Your train buddy from the morning.

"Hey you! Fancy seeing you here!" You giggled, making your way towards the dumb founded boy.

He stood there, frozen and unable to get out a word.

Everyone's eyes watched as you stopped in front of him, reaching out a hand to shake.

"My name's (L/n) (Y/n). Let's take the train together from now on." You said, giving him a toothy grin.

It was a good deal. You offered great music and company, and he was able to save you at least four seats to pick from every morning.

You heard gasps come from his friends when the white haired boy took your hand in his, shaking it quite quickly.

"Aone Takanobu. I will save you a seat."

—————

Four long months had passed since your first day, and you were loving it.

You got up every morning with a pep in your step, excited to see the one person who made school worthwhile, Aone.

You didn't want to admit it, but special feelings had festered in your heart. You wanted something more than a friendship. Every time he accepted your earbud, your heart ached by the fact that it was only a gesture between friends, and nothing more.

You may have been the talkative one, but you were always shy and awkward when it came it love.

Love?

Did you love him?

As you boarded the train. You looked around, walking from car to car, trying to spot the boy sitting alone.

No sight of him.

Where was he?

By the time you had walked up and down the entire train, your stop had arrived. Frowning, you trudged your way to school, not liking the distasteful turn your morning had taken.

The first place you went to was the gym.

If he wasn't on the train, then he could've arrived to school a little bit earlier. You did remember that one of his team mates had told you that they were preparing for a match against a rival school.

As you got closer, you heard the squeaking of shoes and the yelling of the coach, proving your suspicions right.

Aone was there. But why didn't he tell you? You wouldn't have tired yourself out from desperately searching for him.

You couldn't stay mad at him. As soon as you laid eyes on him, your heart skipped a few beats, your cheeks heated up and your palms started to sweat.

Nobody noticed you, and you took it as an opportunity to run away. Maybe if you took some time to yourself, you could sort these feelings out and not utterly embarrass yourself in front of the one boy you actually wanted to stay friends with.

Later on, at lunch, you received a message from Aone.

How smart of him to send it hours after it was actually necessary.

Train Buddy🫦- hello, I would like to have lunch with you, like always. Where are you?

Rolling your eyes, you shut your phone, continuing to eat your lunch in your classroom.

You figured he'd be smart enough to come and check the one place you'd eat lunch by yourself, but by the time you had finished eating, he never showed up.

You took it upon yourself to go and find it. You weren't going to get anywhere if you didn't talk about your feelings, and bottling them up wouldn't help either.

You were definitely sure that if you yelled at him, you'd lose him, so that was no way to go.

You knew where he'd be. The club room.

He ate there whenever you weren't in school or able to eat with him, so you knew that's where he'd be.

And you were right.

As you got closer, you heard his deep voice sound from the other side of the door.

You couldn't quite make out what he was saying but Kosuke's response made you stop and eavesdrop.

"Why don't you tell all this to (L/n)?"

"Because I'm scared..." Aone started, his voice holding more emotion than usual.

"It's like whenever she sits next to me, I wish she was closer. Whenever she laughs, I want to be the only one making her laugh, and whenever she talks, I want only me to hear her voice.." he trailed off. A moment of silence took over the atmosphere and then a second later, cheers and a bunch of 'aw's erupted from the other side of the door.

"Our Aone is in loveee!"

Slamming the door open, everyone's attentions snapped to you. You have a glare to all of them, motioning for them to leave. You didn't actually expect them to, but they all followed cue, leaving one by one.

Including Aone.

You pulled him back into the room, shutting the door behind you.

Not knowing exactly how to start the conversation, Aone fiddled with him thumbs, looking anywhere but at you.

It was honestly giving you motion sickness from how fast he averted his attention from one thing to another.

Gently cupping his cheeks, you made him look at you.

His face had gone completely red at this point, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.

You swallowed your nerves, gently planting a soft kiss onto his lips.

It was a short but sweet kiss, erupting butterflys in your stomach as you pulled away and peered into his eyes.

"I like you too, train buddy."

[aiai0]

Gojo and (Y/n) meet through an underground boxing place. Gojo is put up against (Y/n), and he takes this chance to express his admiration for her.

Blood, sweat, cheering, yelling. These were the only things you could see and hear as your vision began to become blurry.

This was only your first match of the night and your opponent was already winning and becoming arrogant.

The crowd's noises overstimulated your mind, making it hard for you to focus on your opponent.

"Oh come on! Is that all you got?!" Her voice rang out as she circled your limp body.

You couldn't get yourself to move. No matter how hard you yelled at your brain, it didn't listen to you.

It was as if you were standing outside of your body, watching yourself being humiliated.

The only thing you were thankful for was the mask that covered up your face.

In this underground arena, you were known as the magicless witch.

You looked like you could deal a good amount of damaged, but whenever you actually stepped into the ring, you had no magic. No power. No wins.

No rewards.

"Get up!" The masked woman yelled as she stamped her feet, taunting you with every motion she took.

You could taste the blood that practically coated your tongue and all your other senses.

Shit, shit, shit! The referees stepping into the cage!

Lifting up your head you waved your gloved hand at the referee, signalling that you could carry on.

You had no other choice. This was the one match you had to win. You needed the money and you weren't about to give up so easily.

Either death or a win. No in between.

"Finally! Let me throw you around some more, doll!" She cheered, bumping her fists together as she continued to circle you.

You got to your feet, fixing your mask. You shrugged your shoulders, getting into the signature boxing pose, ready to dodge and to attack.

"Let's do this!" You yelled, charging at the woman with a jab.

She dodged it, laughing like a maniac at your weak attempt.

Come on, (y/n)! Let's do this!

Hopping on one spot, from your left leg to your right, you pumped at your chest, trying to get some adrenaline flowing through your body. It was working.

The enthusiastic and excited cheers from the crowd fuelled you. You knew they all hated you and that they were actually cheering for your opponent, but a little twist in reality never hurt anybody, right?

You thought of yourself as a lion, and your opponent a hyena. The lion is the only one who could possibly come out of that with a victory. She is the king of the jungle after all.

You reminded yourself of your training, thinking back to how your coach drilled you for hours on end with information about weak point.

You locked down your targets.

Starting with the solar plexus, you faked a left jab to the stomach, immediately swinging with your right fist at her chest when she focused all her defence onto her left side.

You heard her grunt and stumble back, showing you that your knowledge and efforts were all paying off.

Without missing a beat, you swung your left fist at her nose, knocking her head back, allowing you to attack her throat with your right with full force.

As she fell to the ground, you heard her gasp for air, punching her fist on the ground.

I have to end this now!

Quickly getting on top of her, you started to attack her, once again aiming for her face in an attempt to knock her out.

She was a tough opponent but everyone's temples was a weak point.

"The witch..! The witch is winning!" You heard someone from outside the cage yell.

That did boost your ego a little. Maybe being known as a witch wasn't so bad.

A few moments passed by and you were yanked off of your opponent.

She was motionless, her breathing heavy and her mask crooked.

A silence pursued the whole arena, tension taking over the atmosphere.

An angry yell erupted from an audience member, ordering the woman to get up and win him some money. She did not move.

"And the witch wins!"

——————

You splashed water on your face, washing off the blood and the sweat that stained your features.

You couldn't believe it. Your first win!

Winning a thousand for your reward was something that you could definitely get used to.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, smiling to yourself as you thought about what gifts you'd get your little sister with the money you won.

That of course came after you paid your rent..

Hearing the door to the locker room click, your attention perked up.

No one other than you was actually supposed to be here. Everyone else was in the waiting room, or having a match.

You heard clapping and a snarky chuckle come from whoever had entered, and you peeked your head from the door to the communal showers, not wanting to reveal your location right away.

This proved to be useless because you saw a man stare right back at you.

He had white hair, his eyelashes matching the colour.

His eyes... oh god those eyes. They were as blue as a diamond, but they didn't look pure or appealing.

They looked at you with a crazed glint.

His smirk didn't make his insane expression any better..

"I must say, you definitely out did everyone’s expectations tonight!" He mocked, taking small steps closer towards your open locker.

He cringed at the sight of your worn down gloves and your shorts. You didn't know what his aim was, but he definitely caused a chill to run down your spine.

"What do you want?" You asked as bluntly as you could, putting up a confident front.

The pale man chuckled, clicking his tongue as he picked up one of your gloves.

"You'll be fighting me tomorrow. I won't let you win on a fluke like today." He said, never ripping his analysing gaze from your glove.

You cautiously walked closer towards him. Your head was still a little fuzzy and your eyes definitely weren't seeing well.

"Am I even allowed to fight a man?" You asked, remembering that the organisers always put you up against women and never a man. Damn, they must’ve lost a ton of money today..

The white haired man shrugged his shoulders, tossing your gloves back into your locker and turning to face you, leaning down so that you were now at eye level.

"Dont expect me to go easy on you, doll." He said, mocking the nickname you were given by the woman you had just fought.

God, this man was so irritating. You had just met and this crazy fuck was already starting to piss you off more than anyone else.

"Won't you be humiliated? Being beaten by a girl and everything." You said, tilting your head to the side.

Wanting to match his energy, you made sure you used a tone that would make him feel small and insignificant.

"I'm not so worried. You're weak." He said simply, standing up straight and patting you on the head.

"See you tomorrow, doll."

——————

The familiar sound of the booing and the cursing surrounded you as you stepped into the cage.

You had spent the entire previous night and the early morning training and practicing new potential moves that you could use just for today.

"Go to hell!" You heard someone yell, and then a beer can being tossed at the cage.

"Now, now everyone! Settle down, for the witch's opponent will be someone you have been itching to see for some time now!" The announcer spoke into his microphone, building up the tension just about enough for everyone to divert their attention to your opponents entrance.

"This person has shifted the entire boxing game! Here now to make a comeback, the one, the only, The Honoured one!"

Cheers and excitement immediately erupted from the audience. Your nerves began to rise. This was almost overstimulating.

Fear mixed with anxiety gave you an urge to throw up, but you fought your emotions.

You had to seem strong. At least give the impression of confidence.

The man stepped into the cage, the thing he considered his mask was a blindfold. His hair was now spiked up, making him look taller than he did the night before.

"Hey, doll! I'm glad you showed up!" He laughed, his voice somehow louder than the animals around you.

"Shut up! Stop acting like we're friends!" You yelled, gritting your teeth out of anger.

The honoured one laughed at your response, finding your 'unreasonable' anger towards him amusing.

He liked you. But sadly, he had to be the one to put an end to your boxing gig.

"Now! Let's get ready to witness the beat down of a lifetime!" The witch... Versusss... The Honoured One!"

You and the man circled each other. You watched his every move. He was so casual with it, it was honestly insulting to your pride.

You hated how it seemed like you were a prey locked in a cage with a predator.

He was the king of the jungle now.

"Stop being so carefree!" You yelled, going in for the attack first. You aimed a kick for the back of his knee, attempting to make him lose his balance and fall to the ground, but it was as if he already predicted everything, dodging without losing his stupid, condescending smirk.

"Come on, you can do better than that, right?" He taunted, continuing to walk as if he wasn't in this sort of situation.

Think.. think!

I could attack his dick.. but he would stop me. I should do another feint and attack..

Your mind was running with ideas, yet all of them seemed to be too weak of an attack to actually defeat this man.

Everything about him just screamed powerful.

"Take off your gloves and attack with your fists! I'll allow it!" He said, jumping up and down, hopping from one foot to the other.

Look at his cocky smirk.

You huffed, doing as he told.

You definitely weren’t going to say no to that.

"Come on! Beat her ass!" You heard a drunkard scream. Rolling your eyes, you lunged at him, fists ready with the intent of ruining his pretty little face.

He caught your fist, bringing your face closer to his.

"Wanna kiss?" He teased.

"Sure, kiss my ass!" You replied, smashing your forehead against his face.

Letting go, he stumbled back, chuckling as he clutched onto his nose and his forehead.

You imagined a red spot forming under his blindfold, making you feel much better about the bruise you were probably going to get on yours.

The man smiled at you. The same crazily excited, yet feral, smile he made at you the night before.

It made you uncomfortable to say the least.

Although, you wouldn't lie, that look did make him look.. attractive, to say the least.

"Alright. I think I'm ready now." He said, rolling his shoulders back and getting into stance.

He practically pounced at you quicker than you could blink, jabbing you on your side and then sweeping your legs out from under you.

The crowd, like the rabid animals they were, went wild, throwing empty cans at the cage and cheering, whilst chanting 'honoured one' over and over again.

You groaned, clutching onto your side. It was so fast, you weren't even able to block and protect yourself. His jab was powerful, almost causing you to feel some sort of fear towards him.

Before you could get up, he flipped you onto your stomach, holding your arms behind your back, basically ensuring his win.

You felt him lean closer to your ear.

"I'll see you a month, doll."

——————

Four weeks had passed since your embarrassingly quick loss. You spent those four weeks earning some money, training and, of course, finding out whatever you could about the honoured one.

During the last month, Gojo visited your gym at least twice a week, taunting you and asking you out on dates.

You didn't even know the guy, yet he seemed to be so obsessed with you.

You found out that he was a wealthy man belonging to the Gojo clan.

Satoru Gojo to be exact.

Why would the wealthiest man in the world want to join an underground boxing gig that was in the poorest conditions? Not to mention it was catered towards alcoholics and gambling addicts.

He did it for the fun of it. He was probably bored sitting in his lavish home, and beating up poor people for money probably gave him a fun kick.

This is what you assumed of course...

Opening your locker, you found a post-it note stuck to the back. It had a penis drawn on it and a small laughing face next to the words 'good luck, sweet girl'.

Rolling your eyes, you ripped it up, knowing that Gojo  was definitely the culprit.

"Aw man.. I took my time drawing that for you." You heard a voice speak from behind you. Your instincts spoke to you, spinning around and punching him in the stomach from surprise.

But also just because you hated him.

He let out a chuckle as he doubled over and rubbed his stomach.

"Leave me alone!" You yelled, throwing the ripped up pieces of paper at him.

He absolutely loved your attitude towards him. Every other girl wanted him in sick ways, mainly just for his money and looks.

"Now, why would I leave my favourite girl alone?" He teased, standing up straight and plucking pieces of paper that had nestled in his hair.

Huffing, you crossed your arms. Who did he think he was? You definitely weren't friends, or even acquaintances for that matter, to be talking to each other in that way.

"Listen, Gojo, I don't like you-"

"How do you know my name?" He interrupted, giving you an amused and shocked expression.

Aw, did you find yourself that intoxicated by him that you just had to learn who he was?

"Because I hate you."

His jaw dropped. He faked a broken heart, giving you a pout and a frown. "You don't mean that. I bet you wouldn't miss the chance to get into my bed." He said, giving you a playful wink.

Ugh, what is wrong with him.

"Let's just say, I wouldn't object to that." He teased, leaning closer to you. You sucked in a breath, trying to contain your annoyance.

"The only way I'd sleep with you is if you were a completely different person." You said, hoping he'd take a hint and leave you alone until your upcoming match.

You and him were the final match of the night, or you would be if you end up winning all your fights.

And you were planning on winning.

"Fine. How about if I win, you have to give me kiss... and your number." He said, quickly adding the last bit.

You groaned in disgust, rolling your eyes and quickly shaking your head.

"But-! If you win, I'll leave you alone and you'll never hear from me again." He added. You raised an eyebrow, contemplating the bet.

Extending your hand to him, you nodded your head.

"Fine."

——————

Bumping your gloves together, you stared at Gojo as he began to hype up the crowd.

You got into position, signalling to Gojo that you were ready to start.

His lips fell from its smile to a serious purse. You watched as he brought up his fists, guarding his body with his forearms, ready to strike at you.

Your guard was completely up. Unlike other times, you didn't allow yourself to focus half on your opponent and half on the berating and degrading thrown at you from the crowd of the insane.

Now that you were analysing him, Gojo was tall, well-built and he looked really healthy. His arms were toned and muscular. You didn't even want to know what his balled up fists looked like underneath those gloves.

He had scars all over his body, some were in the shape of a slash and some looked like bullet holes. You honestly couldn't tell because some of them overlapped onto each other.

"Stop staring and strike." He said, his guard never falling.

Rolling your eyes, you faked an attack, giggling to yourself when you saw him jolt slightly as a reaction.

Grumbling, he decided to take the first move, landing a punch right on your jaw. His movements were quick and immediate.

He was quick to make his next move, swinging you around and putting you in a headlock.

He didn't apply too much pressure, just enough so that you'd feel your oxygen intake slow down.

"I don't like fighting you. Tap out, and we'll both be able to go home." He whispered in your ear.

You grit your teeth, trying to control your breathing.

"In.. your dreams" you yell, flipping him over your shoulder.

Before he could get up, you climbed on top of him, pinning him down and starting a countdown from five.

"Will the witch win this one, folks? I bet a good amount of you were counting on the honoured one!" The commentator laughed, causing an uproar within the crowd.

People started cursing at you more, throwing food and drinks, telling you to die.

"I won't lie, I do like this position." Gojo teased.

Huffing, you took the risk of letting go of one of his arms to punch him.

What a mistake.

Taking the opportunity, Gojo grabbed your arm, shoving you off of him and switching the positions.

He held you in place, stomach down, with an arm behind your back. He bent your arm just hard enough to cause you pain.

Did he really think doing this was going to make you want to go out with him?

Before you could tap out, the man let go of you, raising his arms in the air.

"I forfeit! The witch wins!" He declared, a wicked smirk painted across his face as he listened to the cursing thrown at him. Like music to his ears.

——————

As you exited the building, you searched around for Gojo. Lucky for you, he was smoking right next to the building, his hand shoved into his sweatpants pocket. He had circular sunglasses on and his jacket was zipped up, his white tee peeked out from underneath.

God, you hated how attractive he looked. Just by doing nothing.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" You yelled, punching him on the shoulder. Flicking his cigarette, Gojo rubbed the spot you punched.

"Why are you complaining, didn't you make good money off of that fight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"I don't need your pity. Winning by default is an automatic loss." You spat, furrowing your eyebrows in anger.

Gojo grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to a car that was parked outside the building.

It had, what seemed to be, fifty parking tickets on the windshield, and Gojo did nothing but rip them up and discard them behind his shoulder.

Fuck the rich.

"Get in. I'll take you home." He said, making his way towards the drivers seat.

You shook your head. The last thing you wanted to do was get into a car with him.

"Oh come on, the least you could let me do is this." He pouted, seeming to be genuinely upset.

Rolling your eyes, you gave in, getting into the car and crossing your arms.

You turned away from him, looking out of your window.

You sucked in a breath when you felt him reach in front of you, grabbing your seatbelt and buckling it for you. He gave you a mischievous smirk as he saw the pink dust spread across your cheek to your ears.

"Where do you live?" He asked, starting the car and pulling away from the building. He chuckled as you told him your address, recognising the street name.

"I actually own a house there." He said, looking prideful.

You clicked your tongue, annoyed at his gloating.

The rest of the drive was silent. Or it would've been if Gojo hadn't turned on the radio, singing along to whatever song the radio was playing.

——————

He finally pulled up to the parking lot of your apartment building.

You silently took off your seatbelt, paying no attention to him.

He, on the other hand, had his full attention on every single motion you took.

Before you could open the car door, Gojo spoke up in a dramatic tone.

"Thank you, Gojo! You really saved me public transport money!"

Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at him, ready to absolutely punch him in the face.

"Oh how can I ever repay you?" He started again, moving from side to side as if he was actually playing the characters of the two of you out.

"Oh hmmm.. coffee sounds great!" He said, finally ending his dramatic show with a wink.

You groaned, giving in. "Fine. You can come up and I'll make some tea. Not coffee." You said, gagging at the thought of the bitter beverage.

Gojo silently celebrated, finally achieving a little 'mini date' with you.

You honestly found it slightly cute..

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"Sooo.. what are you going to do with all that money you won?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you.

You shrugged your shoulders, never breaking your gaze away from making the two cups of tea.

"I don't know.. I'll probably pay my rent.. and if I have enough, I'll buy something for my little sister."

Gojo nodded his head. He turned his attention to the decoration around your kitchen.

Your fridge had different types of magnets all over it. Some had jokes on them and others had different countries and cities on them.

"Do you travel?" He asked, his finger grazing over a magnet.

You shook your head, chuckling to yourself.

"Nope.. my friend got all of those magnets for me. My sisters actually staying with her for tonight" You said, walking over to him and handing him his cup.

You both moved over to the living room. He was much more interesting to talk to than you imagined. He had so many stories to tell.

Life of a rich kid.

"So, long story short, I'll never go to another party again." He sighed, concluding his story.

You covered your mouth as you laughed.

"Seriously? You lost your swimsuit in your friend's pool? I slightly wish I was there." You said, taking a sip of your hot tea.

Gojo rolled his eyes, smirking at you. "You really want to see me naked, huh?" He teased, leaning forward.

"You know, if I actually wanted to see you naked, I'd have made a move already." You stated, leaning back in your single sofa.

He let out an amused chuckle, crossing his legs and spreading his arms out across the back of the couch.

"Really now? What are some of your moves?" He asked, a grin painted across his face.

You cleared your throat, moving to sit next to him.

"Well.. firstly I'd make sure I'm wearing something low cut," you start explaining, tracing your finger up and down his bicep.

"And then make eyes at him the whole time. Like this." You say, looking from between his eyes and his lips,

"Tell me another story.. I really like listening." You say, tilting your head a bit and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

You lick your lips as he began to talk.

By the end of his little story, your legs were on his lap and your hand against his cheek.

You tilt his head to face you, your thumb grazing his lips.

Gojos eyes flickered from your eyes to lips. He was caught in a trance, his words stuck in his throat.

You inched closer to him, "and that's how I do it." You whisper before moving away from him.

Gojo blinked a few times before clearing his throat and slowly nodding his head, "yep.. that could work.."

You giggled. He wanted to get closer to you ever since you met and now that you gave him a window, he wanted to be shy about it.

You took a sip of your tea before gesturing to him.

"What about you? What are some of your moves?"

Gojo pondered on your question, wandering whether he should tell you or not.

"Well.. i definitely have never waited an entire month just to go on a date." He joked, moving closer to you on the end of the couch.

He cleared his throat, "I've never actually pursued a girl the way I've done for you.." he said, his voice low and his eyes locked on your lips.

His hand moved to rest on the arm of the couch behind you. You leaned against it as he moved closer to you, his body mere inches away.

"But I must say, it's all been worth it."

You took a gulp, trying to not seem nervous.

Up until you actually had a conversation with him, you thought he was obnoxious, arrogant and just plain annoying.

But now you were having second thoughts about your initial impression of him.

He was actually slightly.. funny. And cute, but that was something completely different.

He leaned down closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours, his other hand snaking to hold your hip.

"(Y/n).. I'm not just playing around. I really.. really like you." He said, his voice just above a whisper.

He squeezed your hip, causing you to suck in a breath.

"You just intend to whisper sweet things to me?" You asked, trying your hardest not to crash your lips onto his.

If you were being honest, it had been too long since you had actually been with someone, and now your feelings were in overdrive.

You felt yourself getting more aroused by every squeeze and every breath that mingled with his.

You wanted so badly to fight off your instincts, but your body had a mind of its own, moving on its own.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you whined every time he moved his face away from yours when you attempted to finally connect lips.

He chuckled, slipping his hand under your shirt. His fingers were cold, causing you to slightly jerk.

"You want me that badly, huh?" He said as he unclasped your bra in one swift motion, feeling satisfied with himself as he heard your surprised gasp.

He buried his face into your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kissed all over. You tilted your chin up, giving him better access.

You wanted him. You needed him.

You screamed at yourself to stop, get yourself together and kick him out, but your arousal became the control of your actions, not your mind or your heart.

You heard him chuckled against your skin, giving you tingles all over at his honey-smooth voice.

"Say the words. Tell me how much you want me."

You bit your lip.

Why the hell did he have to be so attractive?

"Go on, doll" he teased, his hand slipping down to grip your upper thigh.

"Please.. Gojo. I need you." You said, averting your gaze. He smirked, letting out a little laugh before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"Bedrooms this way, yeah?" He licked his lips, striking your ass with pride as he made his way to your bedroom. You let out a surprised squeak, feeling the spot he spanked tingle.

You yelped as you felt him throw you onto your mattress. Without skipping a beat, he yanked his shirt off over his shoulders, discarding it into a corner of your room.

"Look at you, splayed out onto your bed like the pretty girl you are."

You grabbed him by the collar, crashing your lips onto his.

You let out a moan into the kiss, not caring that you sounded desperate at all. Who knew you'd be ready to fuck the guy who punched you?

Your hands travelled down to his sweatpants, undoing the drawstring. Before you could pull the down, he grabbed your wrist, pushing you down onto the mattress.

He quickly pulled your shorts off, bringing you to the edge of the mattress as he got down onto his knees.

He started leaving kisses along your thighs, sucking and biting, making sure to mark your soft skins as his.

His thumb rubbed your sensitive bud through your panties, moving excruciatingly slow. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He hungrily eyed the wet spot on the fabric, growing harder the wetter you got.

He licked over your panties, sucking as his hands gripped onto your hips.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his head. His teasing was getting to you, but you couldn't help but moan and call out for more.

He finally moved your panties to the side, exposing your throbbing pussy.

He licked his lips, a hungry glint in his blue eyes.

You buried a hand into his hair as he began to lap at your soaking bud, letting out a delighted moan at the taste.

His hands gripped onto your thighs, tightening the louder your moans got.

He slipped his tongue inside, curling in and out as his thumb continued to rub circles on your clit.

As you began to feel a ball of pleasure build up, Gojo began to kiss upwards, moving from your hips to your stomach and eventually to your chest. He moved your shirt up the higher he got, eventually slipping it off and tossing it to the side.

He licked his lips, giving you a sly smirk, "you ready, doll?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, propping yourself up onto your elbow.

"Keep calling me that and I might have to kick you out." You threatened, grabbing him by the collar and crashing your lips onto his.

He chuckled into the kiss, amused by the blatant contradiction between your words and your actions.

He quickly slipped off his pants. Your eyes widened at the size of his length.

"Impressed?" He boasted, pumping his cock a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance.

How arrogant..

Everything about this man pissed you off, yet here you were, ready to take his entire length.

You gasped as he slowly slid himself in. You could practically feel yourself stretch.

"..'Is too big.." you said biting your bottom lip, lying back down.

"Be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?" He said, placing a hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb on the apple of your cheek.

You nodded your head, placing a hand against his.

It was only a momentarily sentimental second, but you soon came back to your senses and smacked his hand away. This earned you nothing but an amused chuckle.

You felt so full up with his dick, you couldn't make a single coherent sentence when he started moving.

He sucked in a breath, feeling your walls squeeze around him the faster he got.

He held one of your legs in his hand, kissing your calf as you got used to his movement.

You nodded at him to speed up, and soon the pain turned into pleasure, leaving you as nothing but a moaning mess.

You yelped as he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He lifted up your hips and set you onto your knees. You arched your back, your face buried into the pillow.

Fuck.. why did he have to be so annoyingly attractive.

The way he fucked you, you would think he loved you.

"Move for me, doll" he said, leaving a sharp smack on your cheek.

You were close and you didn't want to lose the build up, so you started moving up and down, forwards and backwards on his dick.

He let out a moan, his hand idle on the spot he smacked.

"Fuck, (y/n)..! Just like that baby." He praised, squeezing your ass as it bounced.

You felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, feeling that familiar bundle of pleasure grow more and more.

"Aahh Gojo, I-I'm close!" You called out, and as if on cue, he took the lead once again, gripping your hips and ramming his length into you.

He grabbed you by the arm, lifting you up so that you were stood on your knees, your back pressed against his chest.

He planted warm, sloppy kisses against your shoulder as his hand moved down to rub your clit, his other moving to massage your breasts.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling that burst of pleasure shoot all throughout your body. You felt high and ecstatic in the moment, moaning out his name with your hand wrapped around his wrist.

He continued his fast strokes, his breathing becoming heavier and his strokes erratic.

He let go of you, allowing you to collapse back down, his thrusts now over stimulating you.

His moans and skin slapping on skin were the only things you could hear.

Gojo quickly pulled out, stroking his length as he finished on your back. His head lolled back, and he soon collapsed next to you as his moans died down.

You felt like you could fall asleep right then and there, but there was the matter of getting cleaned up.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll clean you up.” You felt him pull you closer, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

You felt a sort of comfort in the closeness, so you didn’t fight him off.

Maybe giving him a chance at an actual date would hurt?

Nah.. maybe you’ll let him chase after you a little bit more..

“Hey, Gojo?” You called you.

He hummed in acknowledgement, his breath hitting your back as his head rested against your back.

“Time for you to leave… doll.”

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In which Sanemi is haunted by the voice of his dead lover that he was forced to behead.

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"Do i make you feel sick?"

Those five words rang Sanemi's ears as if a gong had just been struck right in his ears.

Turning around, he looked for the source, his eyes darting around his surroundings as he felt a creeping feeling of anxiety.

He recognised that voice. How could he not?

He had been hearing it for the past six months.

That voice belonged to his dead girlfriend.

The only woman he ever managed to love.

The woman he was planning on marrying.

He still felt the guilt as strong as that day he had to be the one to take her life. It was his job. He couldn't allow a demon to roam free, no matter who they were before.

The woman he loved was long gone.

"Are you satisfied? I'm gone and you're free." The voice continued its taunting.

Yelling, Sanemi fell to his knees, his scarred and calloused hands desperately covering his ears.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't.

He kept telling himself that you would want him to carry out your execution if you were able to talk.

"Sanemi! I trusted you!" The voice sounded pained. Almost as if there was blood spilling from their mouth.

"Stop! Stop it!" He yelled, squeezing his eyes shut. He wanted to get away from the torment. It had been weeks and he couldn't get a single wink of sleep.

Not a single moment away from the voice.

The voice had no body. He couldn't see you, and that's what made it ultimately worse.

"Am I making you sick?" It repeated, sounding closer.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his balled up body, but he didn't dare move nor make an attempt to look.

He was too scared.

The great Sanemi Shinazugawa, reduced to nothing but the tormented shell of a broken man.

"Sanemi, sweetie.. it's okay. Let's make up! I promise I won't eat you." The voice cheered. It was sadistic how you managed to stay in his life, even beyond the barriers of life and death.

"I promised I would protect you.." he mumbled, tears falling onto the wooden oak panels, "yet I was the one.." he trailed off, feeling himself gagging.

He felt sick. Sick by the thought of his sword slicing your skin so easily.

He felt the voice's hand cup his cheek from behind, its arms wrapping around his neck.

"How about you pay me a visit. I'll be good, I swear." It suggested.

Sanemi opened his eyes, shoving the feeling away from him. He needed to get away from it. He needed to wake up from this horrible dream, to feel your warm body wrapped tightly in his arms, sound asleep. Safe and alive.

He had a new found need to find that demon, Muzan. That twisted, disgusting piece of shit.

He wanted- no, needed- to be the one to destroy him.

He scrambled to his feet, fumbling to his drawer for some matches and a candle.

He needed to get out of the darkness.

“I can’t see you!” he yelled, lighting the candle and holding it out in front of him.

It was true. He wouldn’t be able to even take a step near your grave. It was just an empty buried coffin. You weren’t there because he had been the cause of your body turning to nothing but ash, disintegrating and flying away.

He heard a giggle, and footsteps.

He threw the bowl that was on his night stand at the window, quickly following after it and jumping out.

Bits of rotten food poisoned his already dead plants.

He had already dismissed every single maid that worked at his manor, wanting to be alone and far away from everyone.

He hadn’t seen any of the Hashira since the day you died. They didn’t even bother contacting him for any missions either.

He hopped over the wall, running in the direction of the headquarters.

He didn’t know why he was making his way there in the dead of night, but he listened to his body and gave in.

Maybe a mission was waiting for him? Maybe it was just what he needed to gain some comfort.

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This is fucked up

Sanemi’s crazed eyes stared at the shrine that had been put up in memory of you.

Why? Why did he have to see this now?

He grabbed the picture frame, gripping it tightly in his hands. His eyes scanned every detail of your beautiful face. He refused to look at a picture of you since the day of your funeral.

On the top of the frame, ‘a dear and brave warrior’ was carved.

He dropped to his knees. He had forgotten how breathtaking you looked. He hugged the frame close to his chest, bitting his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sanemi? Is that you?” He heard a voice speak up from behind him. A different voice from the one that had been tormenting him.

“Oh my.. it really is you!” The voice cheered, walking towards him.

He didn’t move an inch. He kept you close to his heart, keeping his eyes shut.

“(Y/n)’s been waiting for you. It’s been six months, Sanemi.” The person said, crossing their arms.

“For god’s sakes, Tengen. Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Sanemi whispered, tossing your picture frame onto the ground.

Tengen clicked his tongue, sitting down beside the white haired man.

He placed a hand on his shoulder, letting out a consoling and tired sigh.

“You’ve shut yourself in for six months. You haven’t let yourself heal, Sanemi.” He said. Annoyingly, he was right and that’s was pissed Sanemi off even more.

He slapped Uzui’s hand away, standing up and walking away.

Tengen quickly caught up, grabbing him by the arm.

“Why don’t you come on a mission with me?” He suggested, letting go once Sanemi turned around to face him with a ticked off expression.

“No. Piss off.”

“It involves one of the upper moons. Come with me and maybe we’ll get closer to finding Muzan.”

Sanemi thought about it. Finding Muzan was what he wanted right now. More than anything.

Sanemi grunted, turning around and walking away.

“Fine. Meet here tomorrow.”

He returned home, collapsing to the ground.

Sleep consumed him immediately, his exhaustion catching up to him like a pain in the ass.

After seeing your shrine, he ceased to hear your voice.

Something he’d grow to miss dearly.

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