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duexnuts · 3 months ago

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01: how to cope with being single on valentines day

You disliked Oikawa Tooru.

No, you didn't hate him – not like you had a reason to anyway. Realistically, even your dislike for him was unreasonable, as the guy didn't do anything to you other than simply exist. Of course, you had your fair share of interactions with him, but they were never too long, too short, too hostile, nor too positive. At best, they were mediocre.

But, god, that guy was the complete opposite of mediocre.

Ever since you first moved houses, way back then, you never failed to notice the sheer amount of people that were attracted to the boy next door. Everywhere he went, a small, yet still intimidating, unisex crowd followed. Whatever he did, they copied. Unsurprisingly, that group grew and grew as the years passed, with a plethora coming while a small few (who were mostly girls that were rejected by him) left. Not only was he a star pupil in school, but, once again, as the years passed, he was a star volleyball player, with many envying his charms and wit — yet also admired how hardworking and diligent he was, off and on the court.

You weren't much different.

However, never, ever, in a million years will you admit that Oikawa Tooru was all that to anyone. Even if his acts of kindness made your heart happy, even if his stupid perfect hair did bring out his eyes, even if his toothy grin made your heart flutter the tiniest bit, even if you were on your deathbed, those words will never be said outside of the confines in your head. He wasn't a bad person, no, you just disliked how popular he was and how everyone basically loves him. You didn't want to indulge in someone that made you compete with others for their affections.

That sentiment held especially true today: Valentine's Day.

The moment you walked into your homeroom, you were hit with the scent of chocolates and roses — an indication that the peak of someone's high school love life had arrived. Your eyes scanned the room as they slightly narrowed at the sight of several groups of girls giggling, with one of those girls eyeing a guy, while several groups of guys conversed loudly, belly laughing as though they were Santa Claus. You noticed that there were also many couples aside from those groups, your eyes rolling at the sight of some giving gifts to each other with a blush on their faces.

God, you sighed as you finally arrived at your seat, setting your bag on the ground and slouching as soon as your bottom hit the chair. I wanna be a girl in love too..

A beautiful and familiar voice penetrated your ears, which forced you out of your thoughts, "[Name]~~~!! Oh [Name]-y [Name] [Name]~~~~~!!!!!!!!"

You buried your face into your crossed arms, which laid on your desk, before a groan crawled out of your throat. Your eyes peeked at the source of the noise from under your lashes as you slightly moved your head out of your arms. You smiled at the person before sighing, "It's too early for your nicknames, Vivi."

Low and behold, there stood your amazing best friend of four years, Vivian Fujikawa, as she looked down at you with a smug smile plastered on her sand-colored face – a letter in one hand and a small, yet beautiful, yellow heart box in the other. As amusement shone in your eyes, you muttered to her, "Another guy begging for you to be his girlfriend, huh, 'my American beauty'?"

Pink painted her face as she slightly shuddered, though slightly smiling at your antics, "It isn't, I swear, and don't call me that!! It's giving me flashbacks to that guy with the blonde mohawk from Nekoma!!" She sighed, twirling her light brown hair between her fingers bashfully as you giggled. She continued, "Now, whenever I visit Kai at his practices, their captain makes that guy stay at least 10 feet away from me..."

You straightened your back with a tilt to your head as you laid it in the palm of your now upright arm, "I thought it was 5 feet."

She snorted, covering her mouth as she sat down in her assigned seat, which was next to you. She turned to you as she beamed, both the letter and box in hand, "The box is for you, my dearest friend."

Before you could respond, you felt the items being shoved into your arm. Vivian slightly stuck her tongue out at you as you lifted the lid of the box, which held your favorite, homemade, and beloved dessert, [Fav. Dessert]. The aroma of it blessed your nose as your eyes shone brighter than the sun. The mere sight of it made your mouth water and your adrenaline pump rapidly in your veins. It was like you were in heaven.

Vivian poked your cheek, garnering your attention, albeit most of it, as she giggled at your awestruck expression. "I made these for you last night! Happy Galentines to you, my amazing, beautiful, enchanting, hilarious, talented best friend, [Name]."

You fake-teared up, capturing the girl in an embrace. Sniffling, you told her, "I will forever love you more than I will with any man. Ever." You let go of her, a twinge of embarrassment evident on your cheeks. "I also have your Galentines gift but.. er.. I left them in the fridge.. in the home economics classroom... ONLY because they have ice cream in it, though."

She deadpanned, side-eyeing you before muttering, "Okay, just say you hate me, Ms. Cooking Club Pres."

You laughed, "Yeah, I do."

She rolled her eyes, with good intentions of course, as you reached down to your bag to grab your school supplies. You glanced at your best friend before saying, "We can grab it after school, I'll just wait for you outside of the student council room while you do your secretary-stuff."

She gave you a thumbs up and, just in the nick of time, the morning bell rang, causing the uproar of shuffling feet to reverberate throughout the room before it died down as your teacher arrived.

As your teacher began their lesson, you couldn't help but space out and think, Man.

That damn Oikawa probably has a bunch of love letters..

You wrote down the notes that were on the board, idly doodling yourself with whatever anime crush you could think of on the side of them. You sighed through your nose, hopefully glancing up at the clock, but then glanced away disappointedly.

I wish I got love letters...

Your eyes were trained on your tray of food as you harshly swallowed your saliva. The tonkatsu was practically begging you to eat it as miso soup egged you to drink it. The bowl of rice seemed to have a halo behind it, too. You couldn't delve into your temptations, though, as you and Vivan didn't have anywhere to sit yet. You couldn't enjoy your delicious lunch — or technically your breakfast, since you only had a piece of bread with jam on it this morning — just yet.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle.

Vivian shouted at you over all of the excitement that buzzed throughout the cafeteria, "THEY TOOK OUR TABLE AGAIN!!! THAT WAS OUR LAST RESORT TABLE TOO!!! WHY ARE THERE SUDDENLY PEOPLE EVERYWHERE IN THE DINING HALL???"

Gurgle gurgle gurgle.

Your body moved on its own as a hand dragged you out of the dining hall and into the courtyard, which was littered with more people, albeit less than what there was inside. Involuntarily, you shivered as soon as you stepped outside. The cool, almost-spring breeze grazed your skin through your medium-thin uniform shirt and nipped at the exposed skin on your legs. After several minutes of walking, you suddenly bumped into the figure in front of you, almost dropping your tray. Your eyes trailed from the latter to your best friend, who was slowly lowering herself to the ground to sit beside you, the trunk of the tree facing her back. You mimicked her movements and, once you both sat down, you scanned your surroundings.

Although it wasn't devoid of people, the place that Vivan had found was quiet, with hushed conversations coming as soon as they went away. Looking up, you noticed that the tree you sat under was quite big, providing enough shade for both you and Vivian to sit under — something that she actively seeks for whenever she's outside. Not only that, but the leaves were a beautiful shade of sage green.

"I'm not gonna lie, I never knew that this place existed at Johsai," You commented before you shoveled food into your mouth, stars appearing in your eyes.

She wiggled her eyebrows at you as she gulped her food down, "You know how I know about this place, [Name]?" You shook your head as you awaited her response.

With a smug smile plastered on her face (for the second time today), she responded, "Because the unofficial confession tree is right next to it."

Her right thumb pointed towards a small, yet cozy tree. Although it wasn't the largest, it was in a place quiet enough for people to confess their affection towards someone. Your eyes lit up in recognition as you commented, "Oooh!! You're a GENIUS, Vivi! I lowkey forgot about it!"

Since the tree was the unofficial confession tree, both you and Vivian knew that you were bound to see the start of many romances, or even the ends of someone's feelings towards their crush. Of course, the both of you would occasionally watch these things take place (because you're both nosy) from a classroom on the second story on this particular day. However, since the teacher you frequented closed their classroom and there was no more space inside the cafeteria, this was the only way that you both could see the confessions happen.

And it did not disappoint.

The first couple consisted of two of your classmates, whom both you and Vivian gossiped about a lot since they seemed very compatible with each other. With blushes on their faces, they both kissed under the tree, which led to the both of you gripping onto each other in order to stop the squeals from escaping your mouths. You both held them in until they walked past the both of you and back to their table.

"THEY'RE SO CUTE!!" You whisper-yelled, conscious of the few around you.

Rapidly, Vivian nodded her head, "I KNEW THAT IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!!! I KNEW IT!!!"

The second couple was this delinquent and his pipsqueak, which wasn't surprising to both of you, as they frequented this tree every Valentine's Day. As expected, the pipsqueak, with a blush on his face, murmured something to the delinquent as he shoved a box of who-knows-what into the hands of the latter. As expected once more, the delinquent looked confused before popping the mysterious candy into his mouth, causing the pipsqueak to sigh, as he always does, before walking away, the delinquent not so far behind.

You looked at Vivian with your [Eye Color] irises as she looked back at you with her own hazel irises. You shook your head, "I feel bad for that guy.. when will his crush ever learn.."

Once again, she nodded as she responded, "This is like, what, the 5th time THIS YEAR it has happened???"

You both sighed.

Of course, unsurprising of them all, your eyes followed the figure of Aoba Johsai's star, who was walking past your tree with his food tray in his hands and his school bag slung onto his shoulder. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him munch away at his lunch, which seemed to be almost as finished as yours and Vivian's, before he placed it down behind him, a half-eaten piece of tonkatsu and serving of rice still present, along with his bag. He stood under the tree for a minute or two before a girl came, a blush creeping up to her cheeks while her hands shook as she held a heart-shaped box behind her back.

You glanced at your best friend, who was also observing the interaction. In a hushed voice, you asked her, "How much money do you bet on him rejecting her??" You took a glance back at the two, who seemed to be making small talk. "No offense to her, though," you added, "She's pretty and seems nice."

Vivian briefly made eye contact with you before observing the two again, responding with, "My entire savings."

Inevitably, the girl quickly ran away, though only after shoving the box of chocolates into Oikawa's hands. As she ran past the both of you, the sound of soft sobs whispered into the wind, solidifying what both you and your best friend suspected. You couldn't help but watch the girl with eyes of sympathy, a look that both you and Vivian shared before turning your attention to the perpetrator.

Vivian started, "I mean, you can't really hate him for that," she glanced at you, an Oikawa disliker, before continuing. "He doesn't like her but also couldn't really comfort her as a result.. it is still sad, though."

Reluctantly, you nodded, a defeated look on your face. "Goddamn him and his handsome face.." you shook your fist and closed your eyes which caused Vivian to huff out an air of amusement, "if only I could have a confession like that..!"

"Oh?" Vivian questioned. You opened your eyes, since you thought she directed it towards you, but you followed the trail of her gaze, which was directed at the volleyball player once more. Currently, he was still standing there, though with his food tray in his hands once more. He finished his lunch up before placing his tray down behind him again, placing it near the box of chocolates that he just received. You watched as he checked his phone before placing it in his back pocket.

"Oh my god.." you whispered, "..is it going to be a double??"

Both you and your best friend knew how often Oikawa got confessions, but it was slightly rare times like this where he got two confessions in a row — not just two confessions in a day — but back-to-back. You've only witnessed it four times since your first year, so it was quite nerve wracking to witness it once more despite your knowledge of the likely outcome. You and Vivian liked to refer to these as "doubles'', a shorter term for a double, back-to-back confession.

The next girl that came was actually someone that you and Vivian recognized, as she was known to be the smartest of your entire homeroom class. She never failed to get straight A's, but was also quite an introvert despite the amount of clubs that she was in. She was definitely someone that could love, yes, but it was surprising to see her confess to someone like Oikawa, who she knew was a heartbreaker, albeit an unintentional one.

You watched intently as their conversation droned on, the girl turning more and more red as it progressed while Oikawa still had a polite smile on his face. Out of nowhere, she held out a single red rose in one hand and a letter in the other before yelling, "P-PLEASE ACCEPT MY GIFTS!! I KNOW THAT YOU'RE GONNA REJECT ME BUT PLEASE ACCEPT THEM!!"

Your lips curved into a small smile as your heart slightly clenched at the sight. You couldn't help but feel a bit bad for her, as she was already awaiting his rejection.

"She's so sweet," Vivian said with a pout, "hopefully she finds someone that'll feel the same towards her someday.."

You agreed, "Hopefully she has an easy time moving on." You paused as your eyebrows furrowed, "Wait.. what was her name again?? I'm bad with names...."

"Of course you are," she chuckled, "Her name is so easy to remember! I don't know how you could forget. It's literally-"

Vivian froze for a moment, her mouth agape. She glanced at you, who was patiently waiting, before she frantically pulled out her phone. "... Oh look at the time!! It's almost time to go back to class. Come on, [Name]!" she exclaimed. Almost abruptly, she grabbed her bag and tray before standing up. She patiently waited for you, though avoiding your gaze.

You swore you saw a drop of sweat run down her eyebrow, but that was besides the point. You gathered your things as well before standing up, your eyes trained on your feet to make sure that you didn't fall. However, on your way up, you got a heavy whiff of spearmint, vanilla, amber, and-

That goddamn good-looking, good-smelling Oikawa.

You stood upright and looked up from the ground as you didn't fall while you stood up, and, somehow, locked eyes with him for a split second. That mere glance at his macchiato-colored irises was enough to pump adrenaline into your veins.

Ba-dump.

He gave both you and Vivian a quick, yet polite smile as he walked away. The passing period bell rang in the nick of time, as it snapped you out of your trance.

"C'mon, [Name]," Vivian gently pulled at your arm, a playful smile on her face, "We should do what he did (ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᶦᵐ) and go to class! We also need to put our trays away.."

Her small whisper didn't go unnoticed by you, but with the punishment of getting after school detention on the line, you brushed it off and yelled, "OH SHOOT!!"

You both booked it, put away your trays, and with around six minutes left to get to your class on the third floor, you both ran. However, one thought gnawed at the back of your mind the entire time.

He's so pretty.

"[N-Name]!!" The sweetest, yet also soothing, voice you had ever heard called out to you.

You spun around from where you stood, your eyes glossy as the pink sakura petals danced gracefully in the wind, which was reflected in your eyes. Your yellow dress synced with the soft spring breeze, which made you even more beautiful. You locked eyes with the man you loved the most, who stood only five feet away from you, a bouquet of roses in his arms as his face burned brighter than the Sun.

"Kyoya..?? What.. are you doing here??" You gazed at him, eyes full of life and wonder.

Kyoya Ootori couldn't take his eyes off of you. He had always loved you from the beginning. From your fun-loving personality to your beautiful smile, he felt blessed and grateful to be able to experience that almost every school day.

And now, since you were both graduating, he wanted to make sure that he could continue sharing those memories with you.

Maybe even forever.

He stepped closer, now only inches away from you to the point where you were both sharing breaths. He hesitated, eyes screwed shut before opening them again, "[Name].. I came here to tell you something important.."

You stayed quiet, eyes still gazing at him with adoration as you waited for him to continue, your hands wringing each other behind your back.

Kyoya sighed, his blush furiously blazing across his cheeks, more so than before. He tucked the bouquet of flowers under his arm as his hands gingerly, and gently, found yours to hold. He slowly looked down into your shining eyes, his glasses accentuating his glossy, obsidian-colored irises, "[Full Name], I'm utterly, fortunately, and hopelessly in love with y-"

"[NAME]!!" A voice yelled at you, unfortunately right in front of your face

You yelped, exclaiming, "AGH!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL??!!"

Still delirious, you scrambled to sit upright since your previous position was your figure slumped on the ground. You blinked once, rubbed your aching neck, then blinked again as you took in your surroundings and mentally retraced your steps. Currently, you were on the floor in front of the student council room. After school ended, Vivian made a beeline to the room while you headed to the library to finish as much homework as you could before waiting for her. Of course, because you woke up too early for your liking, you ended up falling asleep for around..

"An hour?!" You rubbed your eyes with one hand before looking back at your phone, which was clutched in your other hand. You had arrived to the front of the room at around 16:14, but your screensaver now displayed the time '17:21'. You looked back at your best friend, who tilted her head.

"Why are you surprised?? I've literally seen you sleep for a whole night on the hardwood floor that's in your bedroom during our sleepover. You can literally sleep anywhere."

Unfortunately, she was right.

You pouted, cheeks brightening in embarrassment, "W-well yeah, I know that!! It's just that I know how hard you work in this position, but you've been working on those student council papers for like what... two hours already!! You need to rest for once!!"

She held her hand out to you, which you took, as she replied while pulling you up, "It's fine, I was able to finish the stuff for the next three days. Now, let's go get the goods...."

She smirked at you, rubbing her hands together. You giggled, "Okay okay, you've worked hard enough anyways. Follow me."

You both walked to the home economics classroom, admiring the pinkish-orange hue that brought out the golden color of the sun. Although scarce, the rays of sun that were able to penetrate through the glass made the hallway into a picturesque scene. You arrived at the classroom before you walked into it first, as you were provided with the key due to your club's constant use of the room, before Vivian followed, making a beeline towards you. You opened the freezer and reached down to grab the tray of strawberry ice cream mochi for your best friend, who was trying to not bounce off of the walls at that moment.

"Here you g-" A small squeal came out of Vivian's mouth, her lips stretched from ear-to-ear. Her eyes sparkled with excitement which caused you to chuckle.

"THESE LOOK SOOOOOOOO GOOD, [NAME]!!!! I LOVE HOW YOU MADE THEM LOOK LIKE HEARTS!!!!!!" You angled the tray towards her, encouraging her to take one — which she did. She hummed as her head shook in excitement, "AND THEY ARE GOOD!!!" She gave you a thumbs up and winked, "YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT, AMAZING CHEF [NAME]!!!!"

You giggled and responded with, "I'm glad that you like them, Vivi!!"

You then took out a cute pink box from the cupboards and placed it onto a desk, lining it with parchment paper, putting the mochi in, and handing the box to her. "Happy Galentines!!"

She smiled, mochi still in hand, grabbed your arm, and dragged you in the direction of the school gate. Though there wasn't much of a conversation between the both of you, the comfortable silence was enough to comfort you. The sun was still setting, luckily, so it wouldn't be too dangerous for the both of you to go home alone.

Your feet, which were adorned with your outside shoes, finally brought you to the school gate, so you paused, as did Vivian. You turned your head to your right, while the latter turned hers to the left.

"You have your pepper spray?" You asked Vivian, who took hers out and jingled it with a smile. Nodding, you pulled her into an embrace, which she reciprocated, before pulling away and walking towards the direction of your house.

"Get home safe, asshead!" Vivian yelled to you from one end of the gate.

"You too, shitface!" You yelled back. You watched as your friend walked away and in the direction of her house before you did so yourself.

However, your shoe felt odd. They were plain old shoes that you had for a while, and had held up for a while, but something just rubbed your foot the wrong way...

You deadpanned when you looked down at your feet. The tongue is tucked in.

You huffed before bending down to fix it, and your shoelaces, as the way they were tied bothered you. You could've done this when you got home, of course, but you didn't like walking while your feet felt uncomfortable.

There. You nodded, satisfied with the results. I'm gonna walk home now.

You stood up and put one foot in front of the other as you looked ahead. Yet, something else was bothering you. You felt as though someone was next to you, which was literally understandable since you were on a sidewalk. But, if you didn't know who was walking next to you, then it would bother you the entire time too.

So, you took a peek at who was walking only three feet away from you. They caused your eyelids to slightly drop.

Oikawa.

a/n: FIRST CHAPTER DONE!! YAY!!! sorry if i added too many unnecessary details for y'all by the way 😭😭

ALSO for the dream scene, I really would've put "[Fav. Male Anime Crush]" but i know some of your favorite male anime crushes are haikyuu characters so i just chose for you, sorry!!!

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duexnuts · 4 months ago

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because he can't speak, inumaki found other ways to express his love for you-- without words.

every morning, you wake up to little kisses being put all over your face.

when you decide to sleep in, he cooks breakfast for you too-- always make sure to cook your eggs just how you like. they taste better when he makes them, but you haven't told him that yet. he's already cocky enough.

whenever you're too busy to pack your own lunch, he shows up during your break to bring you a home-cooked lunch. it's always warm and always comes with a note saying something along the lines of "thx for working hard for us >w< luv ya!"

the pantry is always stocked with your favorite snacks. they're his favorite snacks too, but he always gives you the last bag. even with other food, he always lets you eat the last bite.

somehow on bad days, even if you haven't told him about how shitty your day was, he knows. miraculously, a bowl of your favorite ramen always shows up on those days, full of toppings like cheese and dumplings.

making sure that you know you're loved, whether or not he can communicate it directly, makes him happy.

#my works˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹#jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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duexnuts · 5 months ago

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“i would never lie to you.”

{toge inumaki x f!reader}

summary: inumaki’s always coming home to you from missions coughing up mass amounts of blood and completely overdoing it while fighting curses with his cursed speech technique. and no matter how many times you tell him to be careful, he just doesn’t, arguing with him, giving him the cold shoulder, and completely unaware of the reason behind why he fights so hard when he’s out there— that reason being of course… because of you.

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, toge and reader have a lil argument but it’s more the aftermath, slight sexual mention but it’s literally once and nothing LOL, no smut!, toge thinks he’s not doing enough SNIFFF, angst with comfort, toge is DEVOTED to you, aged up characters, pet names, afab!reader.

word count: 2.3k

authors note: short n sweet one!! wanted to give you guys a break from my MLA format essays i always make y’all read LMFAOOO!! this one is SHO SOFT AHHHH :] i hope this keeps you guys fed in the meantime while i write the next one! i love you and i love you all ALWAYS MWAAHH <33

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toge inumaki hates it when you don’t talk to him.

as if he doesn’t do that enough already, toge absolutely despises when you both get into arguments or heated discussions and you turn a cold shoulder to him— needing space to unwind and prevent yourself from lashing out even more, to let the situation simmer down.

he understands it. believe him he does— you’re upset and angry and you need time to cool off… but toge is stubborn and needy and just doesn’t care, needing you and only you, him going absolutely crazy at the silence in your shared apartment that he was starting to hear random ringing in his ear drums.

so as he sat on the couch, eyes unblinking as they stared off into the darkness of the living room as the sun had already began to set, you upstairs locked away— he wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and let his cursed speech force you to come downstairs and talk to him.

but he didn’t, though the thought was definitely tempting, as toge vowed the day that he laid eyes on you to never ever use his cursed technique on you, even if it was harmless, an oath he wanted to carry with him until his very death bed and until he was six feet under.

his ears perked up then at the quiet sounds of the upstairs room door knob twisting and clicking open, soft padded footsteps making their way down the hall and closer to where he was, feet sticking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.

at the sight of you with your hair a little disheveled, your eyes so red and puffy, and an arm wrapped around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge looking for fuck knows what and not sparing a single glance at him— toge felt like a fifty pound gutting weight was resting on his chest and crushing his heart.

you had both argued about something you always seemed to circle back to almost every week. but this time, you were sick and tired and fed up, seeing as toge was never going to try and understand the situation at hand through your worried eyes.

every time toge was out for a mission, you would spend your days anxiously throwing yourself over the couch or trying to keep yourself busy with random activities like baking or scrapbooking (which you deemed later meaningless), all within the sole purpose of trying to get your mind off of your boyfriend and the recklessness he always seemed to pull while on missions, regardless of how much you begged and pleaded with him to be more careful and aware of his health.

toge inumaki had such a powerful and lethal cursed technique that frightened and astonished you all at the same time, a conflicting feeling to have when he had to leave you in the middle of the night or during the early hours of the morning to run around and fight curses… but always coming home to you warm and loving and safe.

but not right now.

not when toge had literally come home this morning with not even two steps in the door and he was already on his knees, coughing up strings and loads of crimson blood, it pooling on the floor as he had used his cursed speech to the highest degree today and had you a crying mess thinking he was dying.

and he always did that. always. today was just the worst of them all, him without a fault coming home with excruciating pain in his bruised and clawed up throat, the cough syrup medicine he usually downed like water having absolutely no effect anymore as you scrambled around every time trying to find a solution, toge brushing off your distressed and frightened rambling as if his health wasn’t a big deal, and as if how much it affected you wasn’t a big deal either.

upon you closing the fridge, toge slowly stood from the couch and carefully walked over to you, his throat still in pieces but his mind lurching and guilty over how upset you were at him.

he slowly raised a gentle hand and placed it on your shoulder, you shaking your head somberly in response— your back to him.

“i don’t wanna talk right now toge i’m sorry…” you mumbled, rubbing over your tired sore eyes.

he squeezed your shoulder, insisting.

but you only shook your head again.

toge huffed and placed both hands on your shoulders this time, physically turning you around to face him— his eyes soft and his eyebrows pinched together in pure concern for you.

you peeked up reluctantly, but the sight of his face and the events from earlier flashing through your mind only made your bottom lip wobble and the bottom of your palms shoot up to dig into your eyes, more stinging tears flooding in and slipping through the corners of your closed lids.

his heart fucking broke.

“why don’t you care toge?” you hiccuped. “i worry myself sick every time you leave for a mission and— and that’s fine because it’s what you do but you never take care of yourself!”

he gently pried your shaking hands away from your eyes and wiped your tears softly with his thumbs, caressing your cheeks after— wishing so badly, more than anything in this fucking world, to just be able to speak to you like a normal human being instead of resorting to words scrambled on a piece of paper or text messages on a screen.

he gently placed a little timid peck to your nose before releasing your face and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone, tapping it awake once he retrieved it and opening his notes app to write out a sentence.

he flipped and faced the screen towards you, the brightness making you squint a bit.

“i do care i swear. i just always forget when i’m in the middle of it and i’m sorry baby.”

“so you keep forgetting after what feels like the fifteenth time i’ve told you?” you wiped more tears from your cheeks. “how— how do you think it makes me feel when you come home and you’re coughing up blood all over your clothes and the furniture huh? all over me?”

he sighed softly through his nose and went to type again, but you continued.

“i get scared toge that one day you’ll push yourself way too far and then you just won’t come home. you scare me when you cough up so much blood like that!—”

toge tugged you in then with his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head in and stuffing your face against his chest— the scent of his freshly washed t-shirt filling your nose as you cried softly.

fuck he felt like such a douche.

he typed for a moment behind your head, a pit in his stomach that only grew in size the longer he heard your little sniffles.

toge pulled back a bit, his arms still keeping you in place but just enough so that he could lower his phone and show you his message.

“please please don’t cry. i’m really sorry okay i really am and honest to god this won’t happen again.”

you nodded meekly and he flipped his phone back, quickly typing again and showing you once he finished.

“i feel like you think i don’t care but that’s not true at all. part of the reason why i try so hard when i work is because the more curses i fuck up the safer you’ll be when you’re out there without me.”

you laughed a bit at his wording, and he beamed at that, typing.

“i love you pretty girl. and im sorry i always get blood everywhere.”

“oh i don’t care about the mess baby, i care about youu,” you whined lightly and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in tight.

“and i love you too, a lot… like an embarrassing amount that strips away my dignity.”

he chuckled boyishly and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his body stuttering slightly as a single thought grazed his mind— the same thought that’s been in the crevices of his brain since he asked you to be his.

you felt his tension and pulled back.

“what?”

toge bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, his weight shifting as he contemplated telling you something he didn’t want to burden or upset you with, the pad of his thumb softly rubbing over your chubby cheek.

you quirked an eyebrow. “what? are you cheating on me?”

he burst out laughing and shook his head, kissing your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek and pulling out his phone again.

he typed for a minute then showed you.

“me not being able to speak to you like a normal boyfriend should or respond to you whenever makes me freaking useless. so i push myself out there to keep you safe because that’s literally the least i can do for you, since i can’t even do the bare minimum.”

you gasped softly. “toge huh? this is—”

he shook his head once more and you stopped as he typed again.

“i always try to make you laugh with the things that i do or whenever i text you because i’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me not being able to talk to you and you’ll leave. which is also something i would never blame you for and understand.”

your heart squeezed in the worst excruciatingly way possible, completely baffled and mortified to the fact that toge was thinking about things like this and wholeheartedly believing it without you noticing or him saying anything to you about it.

he typed again.

“that’s why i cosplay as gojo when i leave for missions and come back a dumbass with blood in my mouth. that’s why i forget when you tell me to be careful because the need to be something for you is way fucking greater.”

“togeee!” you sobbed, bursting out crying like a little baby as you were moved and haunted by his words simultaneously, your arms engulfing him as he desperately shot his hands out and quickly wiped your tears again, shaking his head frantically as if pleading with you not to cry.

“how could you ever believe that?” you nudged him away and hiccuped, your eyes serious. “why haven’t you told me about this? everything you just said is literally propaganda.”

he chuckled, but you could tell he wasn’t convinced.

“toge, why do you think i’ve been with you for so long? do you think i’m just dicking around?”

“dicking around on my dick?”

you swatted his phone away. “no! not right now.”

you both shared a small giggle, twinkling eyes looking at each other.

“if i felt like you weren’t doing even the bare minimum, i would’ve been gone before you had the chance to put this ring on—”

his gaze drifted down to the black shiny heart promise ring on your ring finger that you held up for him, and he smiled softly.

“baby what you do for me everyday is above and beyond the bare minimum. i’m happy. i’m so happy to be with you that you not doing enough has never crossed my mind and it never will.”

you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little, gently. “i’ve never cared about your ability to speak. i fell in love with you, who you are, and the fact that i did without you having to iterate words to me? olympic sport.”

toge rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed the tip of his pretty nose then. “all men do when they talk is lie anyways…” you tilted your head. “but i know you’ll never lie to me.”

“never.” he mouthed silently.

he bundled you up in his arms and lifted you like you were nothing, him carefully leaning in and pressing his lips to yours as if you were a fragile little thing— kissing you so devotedly, warmly, his forehead resting against yours once he pulled apart after greedily getting his daily fix of you.

“i know your job as a jujutsu sorcerer pays the bills and comes with you putting yourself in difficult situations… and my job doesn’t even compare, but please don’t overdo it for my sake. i want you to come home, okay?”

you know it’s selfish… he should be saving lives no matter the cost.

but he was your man. was it so bad to just want to keep him for the rest of your days? to get the chance to grow old with him, and buy a little quiet house on the country side like you always joked about in the late hours of the night with him? drinking cool glasses of lemonade on the porch?

“please don’t always be the hero.” you whispered guiltily. “but if you must… just keep me in mind while you do it.”

you’re always on his mind. he hopes you know that.

toge breathed softly through his nose and smoothly set you back down, the pads of your feet making contact with the icy tile flooring as his hands dragged up from around your waist to the sides of your head, him pushing a hard kiss to your cheek as if to seal your request.

“do you promise?” you mumbled.

he pulled back and held his little pinky out for you, and you giggled, linking yours with his firmly.

“you can’t go back on it okay? you used your pinky it’s legally binding!” you warned, a silly smile on your face. “don’t lie to me and break it.”

toge grinned and leaned towards you as he bent down a bit— your gaze locking with his as he looked at you at eye level with his hands on his knees, him mouthing his next words, slowly.

words that made your cheeks buzz a cutesy pink, words that he took seriously, and words that tied you to him and the little house by the countryside he wanted so badly with you, as those words solidified how much he truly truly loved you— him hoping you always knew.

“i would never lie to you.” he mouthed.

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inumaki has always been sensitive to smells; anytime someone walks by with a floral perfume, his nose hurts. at home, all of his laundry supplies are unscented and it’s unlikely to see any essential oils.

however, your smell is special to him. somehow, it doesn’t make him want to sneeze, but rather sniff all of it in to memorize every single scent note. he loves your smell.

sometimes when you come home, you find him napping on top of one of your hoodies.

#my works˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #jjk inumaki #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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inumaki bf headcanons

✧ inumaki is the type to love you softly. whenever you wake up from a nightmare, he is there; preparing a cup of tea with honey to calm you down, warming up your blanket in the dryer, and rubbing circles on your back to lull you back to sleep afterward.

✧ inumaki is the type to do the three reasons why i would be a bad boyfriend trend, as a joke, but proceed to be the best one ever. when you’re on your period that he hates so much, he helps you clean up any leaks, makes your favorite soups, and cuddles you to sleep while watching your favorite show. cramps really are his enemy! (plz know the reference… it’s from tiktok…)

✧ inumaki loves twitter. he has a private account where he posts mostly everything he thinks of— some days, they’re mostly about how amazingly beautiful you are. to quote exactly, “ngl idk how ts kid does it but they never pmo”

✧ inumaki also has a SIGNIFICANT amount of hours on tiktok. the amount of notifications you have at the end of the day are insane— but the tiktoks he sends you are a good mix of brain rot but also cute couple-y stuff that he wants to recreate with you. he loves showing you off.

✧ inumaki’s skin is naturally colder than yours. when you hold hands, your body temperatures compliment each other and create a natural middle.

✧ inumaki had one hoodie that he wore all the time— it’s black, a little oversized, and smells. smells like him, that is. a good smell. once you showed interest in wearing his hoodie, he started buying more hoodies so that he could have more to give you. somehow, he still has one hoodie and now you have a collection of hoodies that smell like him.

✧ he loves subtly matching. not with something like profile pictures, but with little keychains and trinkets that you wouldn’t notice at first.

a/n: had my heartbroken irl recently… so back to daydreaming ig…

#my works˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #jjk inumaki #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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Boyfriend Inumaki headcanons!

Anime: Jujutsu kaisen/jjk

Character: Inumaki Toge

Synopsis: basically headcanons on boyfriend Inumaki

A/n: I was having a severe Inumaki brainrot

Inumaki really loves the way you smell. It's not even funny anymore. Don't think of it in a creepy way but poor guy finds himself nuzzling his face into your hair while his arms are wrapped around your waist, taking in the sweet smell of your shampoo. Once you entered your room and found the boy snuggling your pillow and smiling to himself while sniffing it. He used his cursed technique to make you forget so you dont remember about it.

You might not believe it but this guy is a pretty jealous boyfriend. A guy even tries to hit on you even staring is hitting on you in his opinion you'll find him glaring into the poor guy's soul, the guy probably gets scared and runs away. You don't exactly know that cause whenever you look at Inumaki you find him immediately looking at you with the most innocent face to mankind. The only thought that moment in your head is, he can never scare anyone away he's too innocent for it...right? RIGHT???

Inumaki would be cold as fuck but still hand you his gloves if you even mention once that's your hands are cold.

He would rant about you to Yuta atleast thrice a day. At this point Yuta knows more things about you and Inumaki's relationship more than even yourselves.

A BIGGGG fan of pda, Inumaki LOVES clinging to you, even better if you initiate it back. He would be over the moon everytime you kiss his cheek for no reason whatsoever.

Inumaki would lowkey hate your stuffed animals. He wants to cuddle you instead, they're litterally his worst enemy.

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inumaki figs :3

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #duex REAL!#dusty ass shelf

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guys don’t worry, daddy will stop the tiktok ban. i’d never let anything happen to my kittens.

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silent | inumaki x reader ⋆˙⟡

note: not accurate to actual regency era london, but it is my attempt!

ch 5: realizations | masterlist | next ch.

The following morning, one of Inumaki’s staff arrived at your residence, bearing a letter. He presented it to Hana, who, fully aware of how eagerly you awaited its arrival, brought it to you without delay.

“Miss,” she said with a knowing smile, “your long-awaited letter has arrived.”

To my dear Lady Iori Y/N,

I apologise for not expressing these words to you in person. Had I the ability to speak them aloud, I would have done so immediately.

I must confess, I have greatly enjoyed the time spent in your company, and my admiration for you grows with each moment. Your beauty captivates me beyond words, and it is my hope that it is already apparent how deeply I am interested in you.

As for the matters we discussed during our promenade, I wholeheartedly agree with your sentiments on horse riding. It is indeed a thrilling pursuit, and I would cherish the opportunity to ride alongside you one day. I do, however, regret that you find it a challenge to do so in a dress. That being said, I must admit that you always look stunning, regardless of the attire.

As for France, I too had the privilege of visiting once with my family. It is a place of unmatched beauty, one I hope you will see for yourself someday. Although it may be forward, perhaps, we may venture there together.

Yours, Duke of York Toge Inumaki

A delicate flush rose to your cheeks as you read the letter. The Duke’s genuine interest in you was unmistakable. Though Lord Itadori was undeniably handsome, the Duke—your Duke—offered not only the prospect of a beneficial match but also the rare promise of a love match. However, there was no way to refuse Lord Itadori’s attentions without risking harm to your family’s reputation.

As you sat pondering what course of action to take, your mother approached, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and leaning slightly to glimpse the letter in your hands.

“My, the Duke is certainly making his affections for you quite clear, dear,” she remarked with a knowing smile.

“Yes, Mama, but,” you paused, hesitating before continuing, “I find myself torn—should I further entertain Lord Itadori’s attentions, or simply accept the Duke as my future?”

“It is for you alone to decide who you choose,” your mama said gently. “Listen to your heart, my dear—that is how your father and I came to be.”

You turned to her, sadness evident in your eyes.

“My dear, you must trust yourself,” she said softly, before making her way out. As she departed, she added, “And do not forget to prepare for tonight’s ball. Your sister will be hosting it.”

That evening, your sister introduced your family with poise before turning to you and saying, “Though Her Majesty hesitates to name a diamond this season, you have always been one in my eyes.” With that, she allowed you to take your leave.

The moment you entered the dance floor that evening, Lord Itadori made his way directly to you. With a courteous bow, he addressed your mother, requesting the honor of the first dance. She nodded her assent, permitting him to whisk you away onto the floor. Across the room, you saw Duke Inumaki give you a slight frown.

He took your hand and led you gracefully to the dance floor, where the musicians were performing a lively piece by Liszt, and other couples twirled elegantly around you.

While dancing with Lord Itadori, you could not help but inquire, “My Lord, may I ask—what do you think of when you look at me? What is it that you feel?”

“I see a future,” he replied matter-of-factly. “A wife who can provide me with children.”

You faltered slightly before pressing, “But... is that all?”

He raised an eyebrow, confusion evident. “I beg your pardon? What do you mean?”

Shaking your head gently, you offered a polite smile. “It is nothing, my Lord. Never mind.”

That was when your gaze met the Duke’s, who was presently engaged in a dance with Princess Zen’in Mai. A peculiar sensation stirred within you as you watched them glide across the ballroom—it was as though an inexplicable urge overtook you, a desire to pull the Duke away from her at once.

This strange feeling, one you had never experienced before, was abruptly interrupted by a commotion near the grand doors. Turning your attention, you saw Her Majesty entering the ballroom, immediately greeted by your sister and mother.

“Pardon me, my Lord,” you said politely, withdrawing from him. “I must attend to my family.”

With measured haste, you made your way to join your family. Together, you all bowed deeply in respect, offering a warm welcome to Her Majesty upon her arrival.

“I am here because there has been a grievous lack of respect shown toward me—most notably by a certain Lady Whistledown,” Her Majesty declared, her voice commanding the attention of the entire ballroom. “Let me be clear: there need not be a diamond this season. However, I refuse to allow that woman to make such a choice on my behalf.”

She then turned her gaze to you, her expression softening. “Thus, my dear Iori Y/N, I name you the diamond of the season. I wish you every grace and success.”

Immediately after announcing your new position, Her Majesty turned and left the ballroom, calling for her attendants to follow her.

As you turned to return to the dance floor, you saw the Duke approaching, his gaze fixed on you.

“Good evening, Your Grace,” you greeted him with a smile. “Seeing you always brightens my day.”

With a slight motion toward your dance card and the floor, he silently asked for a dance. You responded with a gracious nod.

“I was quite moved by the letter you sent,” you whispered, leaning closer to his ear. “It was very sweet.”

As the music began, your movements fell into perfect sync with his. Each step was deliberate, every motion filled with intention, as if the world around you had disappeared, leaving only the two of you.

“I know it may be bold of me to say,” you murmured as he twirled you, “but I do believe we have a future together.”

You paused, looking up at him, your voice softening. “I do hope you share my sentiments, Your Grace.”

He smiled gently and gave a slight nod, his expression warm with understanding.

Perhaps the Duke was indeed your love match— his every movement seemed to leave you breathless, a sensation rarely felt with anyone else— after all, you were more than just a potential mother. You could only hope that he would ask your mama’s permission for your hand.

a/n: this is for that wonderful anon 🩷🩷 also mayb 2 more chapters.. idk yet.. next one MIGHT be the last we will see how this develops bc im kinda getting INTO it.

#my works˖⁺‧₊⟡₊˚⊹#inumaki x reader #second to last ch babes im so sorry #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #jjk #jjk inumaki #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #inumaki

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