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[kaxserlvr]

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From the outside, Sae Itoshi had everything

The talent, the fame, the wealth—he was the perfect image of a man who had his life together. On the field, he was a genius, a prodigy, the one who set the standard. Off the field, he was composed, untouchable, always one step ahead.

But behind closed doors, in the quiet space of their home, he knew the truth.

Without you, he was nothing.

You were the one who made sure he ate properly, who forced him to rest when he got too caught up in his training. The one who filled the house with warmth, who draped yourself across the couch with a book in hand, who hummed softly while cooking dinner.

You treated him like a person, not a footballer.

When the world only saw Sae Itoshi, the athlete, you saw him,the man who sometimes didn’t know what to say, the man who overthought things, the man who, despite his cold exterior, just wanted to be understood.

You loved him,not for his talent, not for his career, but for the boy underneath it all.

And every time he looked at you, that truth settled deep in his chest.

He had spent his whole life chasing perfection, but you were the only thing he had ever truly needed.

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Sypnosis: Saes back from Spain but hes changed?…

The day had finally arrived. Sae was back from Spain, and as I stood outside the airport, the nerves twisted in my stomach like a tight knot. It had been months since he left, months of wondering how he was doing, what he was thinking, and if he was even the same person who had walked out the door so many weeks ago.

The moment I spotted him walking through the terminal, my heart skipped a beat. He looked different,taller, and a certain edge in his demeanor that I hadn’t seen before. The casual clothes he wore hung effortlessly on his frame, and his hair was tousled just enough to look intentional. But it was his expression that caught me off guard; the familiar warmth was replaced by something more guarded, almost cold.

“Sae!” I called out, waving, my voice barely cutting through the bustling crowd.

He looked over, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes. But it quickly faded, replaced by a stoic mask that left me feeling unsettled. He approached me, hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes scanning mine as if searching for something.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and flat.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to ignore the awkwardness that settled between us. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah.” He shifted his weight, looking away for a moment. “You’ve changed a bit.”

I blinked, taken aback by the comment. “Me? How so?”

“You seem… different.” There was a distance in his tone, like he was making an observation rather than a compliment.

A pang of hurt twisted in my chest. “Well, it’s been a while, I guess my hair did get longer... I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I could see the tension building between us, thick and heavy. “I am. It’s just… a lot has happened.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and I felt a surge of frustration. “What do you mean? You didn’t mention anything?. Well you never really mention anything.. but you could’ve made more of an effort to text or call me so I know if you are okay!” You rambled starting to feel unease.

“I had to focus on my game, y/n.” His voice was sharper now, a hint of irritation breaking through the surface. “Spain was… different. I had to adapt.”

I crossed my arms, trying to hold my ground. “And what about us? Were you thinking about that too?”

He looked at me, and for a moment, I could see a flicker of conflict in his eyes. “I didn’t have time for distractions.”

“Distractions? Is that all I was to you?” The hurt in my voice was evident, and I could feel my heart racing. “Youre just going to cut me out like I don’t matter.”

Sae’s expression hardened, a mask of indifference replacing the vulnerability I’d glimpsed. “You need to understand, things have changed. I’ve changed.”

“Changed how?” I pressed, desperation creeping into my tone. “You’re acting like you don’t care anymore. Do you even care?”

He took a step closer, his gaze piercing. “Of course I care. But you need to realize that this isn’t a game. I can’t be the same person I was before. I have bigger things to focus on.”

The words cut deeper than I thought and I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest. “So you’re just going to push me away? After everything we’ve been through?��

“I’m trying to protect you, Y/n,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Protect me?” I scoffed, my voice shaking with emotion. This conversation was starting to sound pathetic.

“By shutting me out? That’s not how this works!”

There was a long silence, the tension crackling between us like electricity. I could see the internal struggle on his face, the conflict between what he felt and what he thought he needed to do.

Finally, he ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements. “I don’t know how to do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Be here. Be… with you. Everything feels different.” His eyes softened for a brief moment, and I could see the boy I knew fighting against the walls he had built.

I took a deep breath, my heart aching with the weight of his words. “Sae, I’ve missed you. I don’t want things to change between us just because you’re back. We can figure it out together.” I say hopeful

He hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he might let his guard down. But instead, he stepped back, creating distance between us. “I can’t promise that.”

The finality of his statement shattered my heart. “Then what’s the point of even being here?” I asked, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “If you’re just going to keep pushing me away…”

“Y/n, I—” He began, but the words faltered on his lips.

I turned away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “Maybe it’s better if you just go back to Spain. You seem to fit in better there.”

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, a mixture of regret and frustration. The distance between us felt insufferable, and with every step I took, I could feel the bond we once shared unraveling.

In that moment, I realized that sometimes, the hardest part of loving someone is watching them change in ways you never expected. Even the coolest guys like Sae Itoshi.

Pls send requests guysss >_<

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You knew this day would come eventually. You had spent years by Sae’s side—first as his best friend, then as his manager, always supporting him through every match, every exhausting training session, and every grueling press conference. But somewhere along the way, you realized you had forgotten how to live for yourself.

Sae Itoshi was already a star, a prodigy who didn’t need anyone to hold his hand. He was strong, talented, and destined for greatness. And you? You were just… there. Maybe even holding him back.

So, you planned to leave. You didn’t tell him—you weren’t sure how. You figured he’d be fine without you. But Sae found out anyway.

It was another worker who spilled the news, the one who had been flirting with you lately. He had casually mentioned to Sae that he was planning to ask you out once you quit. The moment the words left his mouth, something in Sae snapped.

Sae wasn’t the type to panic. He wasn’t the type to beg. But the idea of you leaving? That was unacceptable.

So now, here he was, standing in front of you, his sharp eyes narrowed in something you had never seen before—desperation.

“You’re quitting?” His voice was cold, but there was something beneath it, something unsteady.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I just… I want to enjoy my life more, Sae. You don’t really need me anymore.” You start fidgeting with your hands

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “That’s bullshit.”

“Sae—”

His hands gripped your wrist, not rough, but firm enough that you couldn’t pull away. “You think I don’t need you? You think you don’t matter to me?”

Your breath hitched. His face was closer now, his usually calm expression darkened with something raw, something you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Sae, you’ll be fine without me,” you tried again, but your voice wavered.

His grip tightened slightly, and before you could react, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was a declaration.

Sae was never good with words, but this—this was everything he wanted to say.That you were his strength. That no matter how much he achieved, no matter how far he went, you were the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You’re not holding me back,” he murmured. “You’re the only one keeping me together.”

Your heart pounded, your thoughts spiraling. You had thought he didn’t need you. That he’d let you go without a second thought. But the way he was looking at you now, like you were his greatest weakness and his only salvation, made your resolve crumble.

“…What am I supposed to do with you, Sae?” you whispered.

His lips brushed against yours again, softer this time, a plea disguised as a kiss. “Stay.”

And that you did.

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It was supposed to be a normal date. Just dinner, some casual conversation, maybe a walk through the park afterward. That’s all you and Kaiser had planned.

But a little girl, no more than five or six, standing in the middle of the park with a lost look on her face. Her tiny hands clutched a teddy bear, her eyes wide and teary.

You immediately crouched down to her level, your voice soft. “Hey, sweetie, are you okay?”

She sniffled, shaking her head. “I lost my mommy.”

Kaiser was standing beside you , arms crossed, looking annoyed. “We can’t just babysit some kid. We’re on a date.”

You gave him a side eye and ignored him, your focus completely on the girl. “Don’t worry. We’ll help you find your mommy, okay?”

The little girl nodded, wiping her eyes. Kaiser muttered something under his breath, but you didn’t catch it. You just stood up and looked at him. “Come on, let’s help her. It’ll only take a little bit.”

He sighed, looking around. “This is ridiculous.”

But even though he complained, you could tell he wasn’t going to walk away from a kid in need. He just stood there, reluctantly waiting for you to take the lead.

You guys spent hours walking around the park, asking around, checking every corner for any sign of the little girl’s mother. Kaiser was grumpy the entire time, rolling his eyes every time you knelt down to talk to the girl, offering her some comfort or reassurance.

But as the hours passed, something began to change in him.

The little girl clung to him more, her small hand reaching for his every time we walked. At first, he’d stiffen, pulling away, but then, slowly, he started to soften. Every now and then, he’d look down at her with something like gentleness in his eyes, even offering her a small smile when she’d giggle at one of his sarcastic remarks.

“You’re pretty good with her,” you said, glancing up at him as you guys walked down a new path, the girl holding onto his hand now.

Kaiser shot you a look, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not the baby whisperer, you know.”

But his words lacked the usual bite. You could tell he was starting to enjoy the little girl’s company,how she’d shyly ask him to pick her up when she got tired, how he’d pretend to grumble but do it anyway. He was showing a side of himself you hadn’t seen in a long time, a softer, quieter side.

When you guys finally found her mother, a woman frantically searching the park. The girl ran toward her, and the woman scooped her up in a tight embrace.

“Thank you so much,” the woman said, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

You smiled, patting the girl on the head. “Glad we could help.”

Kaiser, who had been unusually quiet throughout the whole ordeal, cleared his throat. “Yeah, no problem,” he muttered.

You both waved them off, watching the mother and daughter walk away. The entire experience had been exhausting, but something about it felt… right. Like you could’ve stayed with that little girl forever, and Kaiser might’ve felt the same.

You guys didn’t say much on the way home, the air between you both heavier than it had been before. When you got back to your apartment, you set your things down and flopped onto the couch, tired but content. Kaiser leaned against the doorframe, looking lost in thought.

“You okay?” You asked, watching him closely.

He looked down at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just studied you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual.

“You really are good with kids,” he said softly.

You smiled. “I like to think so. I’ve always wanted a family.”

Kaiser didn’t respond right away, instead, he walked over to the couch and sat beside you . His arm brushed against yours, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. He looked at you again, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

“I’ve thought I didn’t want kids,” he admitted, his gaze flicking to the floor for a second. “Thought I wasn’t the kind of guy who could handle it.”

You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue.

“But after today…” His fingers grazed the edge of your hand. “I don’t know. Watching you with her… it felt like family.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to face him, eyes wide. “What are you saying?”

Kaiser’s expression shifted, his jaw clenching before he sighed. “I guess I’m saying I was wrong. I could be… I could be good at it. At being a father, I mean.”

The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. He seemed to be processing it all, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rawness that was completely uncharacteristic.

Finally, he looked at you, his face flushed. “It’s just after seeing how you are… I can’t help but think you’d be an amazing mom. And maybe… maybe I could be a good dad, too.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, the weight of his words sinking in.

He suddenly leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t know if we’re ready for that yet, but… I’ve been thinking about it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching for his hand. “Maybe not now…but we’ll figure it out together.”

Kaiser stared at you, his face still soft, as if something inside him had shifted. He kissed you softly, and for a moment, it felt like you were already a family—no words needed, just the quiet understanding that whatever happened next, you’d be there for each other.

Always

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Rin let out a sigh as he pulled up in front of the party, fingers drumming against the steering wheel impatiently. He wasn’t even sure why he agreed to pick you up. Well..he did know. He just didn’t want to admit it.

The moment you stumbled into the car, it was clear you were wasted.

“Rinnie,” you drawled, stretching out his name in a way that made his jaw tighten.

He clicked his tongue, gripping the steering wheel. “Don’t call me that.”

You pouted but obeyed, settling into the passenger seat. The moment he started driving, you turned to him, your eyes half-lidded. “Y’know, you’re kinda hot when you’re all serious like this.”

He didn’t even blink. “You’re drunk.”

“So? Doesn’t make it any less true.” You leaned in slightly, you voice dropping. “Hey.. you ever thought about dating me?” Secretly praying it would be positive

His hands tightened on the wheel, his jaw clenching. “No.”

I mean why would he?..you were always so popular with the guys asking you out all the time, why would he allow himself to have thoughts about liking you?

(hes just in denial)

You blinked at him, the rejection hitting you harder than it should have. It was the way he said it—so quickly, so certain.

“Oh.” Your voice was quiet now, the teasing gone.

Rin exhaled, focusing on the road. He thought that was the end of it, that you’d forget this conversation in the morning.

But then, the silence settled.

Not the usual comfortable silence youd shared, but something heavier, something wrong.

Curious, he glanced over and immediately regretted it.

You were staring out the window, lips pressed together, eyes clouded with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. Something quiet and heavy,the kind that made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

Shit.

He had messed up.

The rest of the drive was silent, and when we finally reached his apartment, you barely said a word as you followed him inside.

He guided you toward the couch. “Stay here. I’ll get you some water.”

You didn’t respond.

But the moment he turned back, you were already wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your forehead against his back.

He froze.

“I know you think it’s just the alcohol,” you murmured, your voice soft, laced with exhaustion. “But I really do like you.”

His breath caught.

“Why do you think I’ve rejected every guy that’s liked me,” you whispered, fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie.”All I want is you Rin..”

His breath hitched, heart slamming against his ribs but before he could say anything, you went completely still.

“…Are you serious?” He tried to move, but you were already asleep against him, your weight leaning onto his body.

Rin turned down at you, completely lost.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

His face was burning, but he sighed, shaking his head. Carefully, he lifted you and brought you to his bed, tucking you in. He should’ve left it at that, should’ve gone to sleep on the couch.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he hesitated,then laid down beside you, pulling you close without thinking.

He could figure out the rest later.

—

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Rin.

And the fact that he was staring.

You smirked, your voice groggy. “Enjoying the view?”

His face went red instantly, and he turned away. “Shut up.”

You stretched, the teasing smile still on your lips—but there was a lingering sadness, too.

“I should go.” You sat up, running a hand through your hair. “Thanks for last night. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Before you could get up, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist.

“Wait.” His voice was rushed, unsure.

You turned to him, raising a brow. “Rin—”

“I’m sorry for yesterday.” He swallowed hard, not looking at you. “I thought you were messing with me, I didn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I just— I didn’t want to hope for something that wasn’t real.”

You blinked, your heart tightening.

“So, you have thought about it?”

His grip on your wrist tightened slightly. “…Yeah.”

You didn’t give him time to say anything else.

You leaned in and kissed him, cutting off his rambling, silencing whatever excuse he was about to make.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then, his hand slid up to cup your face, and he kissed you back. And you swear you felt him smile into it, but you won’t tease him for it…just not yet you were enjoying this moment

With him

Together

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The fight was supposed to be about winning.

That’s what I told myself when I threw the first punch, when my cursed energy crackled through the air, meeting his with a force that shook the ground beneath us.

Gojo was grinning, because of course he was. That infuriating smirk, that cocky glint in his eyes—I wanted to wipe it off his face. I wanted him to take this seriously.

“You look pissed,” he taunted, dodging effortlessly. “Should I be flattered?”

I growled, lunging at him again. He avoided my strike, but I was faster this time—spinning, catching him off guard, slamming him into the ground with a force that sent dust flying.

For the first time, he actually looked surprised.

I had him pinned, my knee pressing into his stomach, my hands gripping his wrists above his head. He struggled for a second, testing my grip, but I held firm.

“Oh?” His lips curved into something dangerous. “You gonna keep me like this?”

My breath was coming fast, my body burning from exertion—and maybe something else. He was looking up at me, pupils blown wide, and I realized how close we were. His breath was hot against my skin, his chest rising and falling beneath me.

Something shifted.

I should’ve gotten off him. I should’ve said something sharp, thrown another insult, anything to remind us both that this was a fight.

But I didn’t.

Gojo’s smirk faltered just a little, his eyes flickering down—to my lips, to the way I was still straddling him.

“You’re staring,” he murmured.

“So are you.”

That was all it took.

I didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly our mouths crashed together, teeth clashing, hands tangling in hair, nails digging into skin. His wrists broke free from my grip, but instead of shoving me off, his fingers slid to my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

The heat between us was unbearable, scorching. His lips were soft but urgent, a clash of hunger and defiance. I bit down on his lower lip, and he groaned, gripping me tighter.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

We were supposed to be fighting.

But right now, all I wanted was to win in a completely different way.

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You had always been bright, warm—like the kind of sunlight that slipped through the clouds after a cold morning. You were kind to everyone, always offering a smile, even when people didn’t always return it.

And then there was Rin.

Blunt, serious, distant—he didn’t bother with things like warmth or friendliness. He didn’t need them. That’s what he told himself, anyway.

But you were different.

you had been his friend since preschool though he still didn’t know how that happened. You never flinched when he was cold. Never gave up when he ignored your attempts to talk. And over time, he had stopped trying to push you away.

Now, in your second year of high school, he was used to you. To the way you laughed easily, to how you waved at him in the hallways even when people whispered about how odd their friendship was.

But lately, something was… off.

You had been acting weird.

You’d go quiet at random times, looking at him like you wanted to say something but never did. You’d fidget, avoid his eyes, and worst of all—you would turn red when he got too close.

At first, Rin thought you were sick. Then, after seeing your flustered reaction to a romance scene in a movie you watched with friends, it hit him.

You liked someone.

The realisation had sat in his chest uncomfortably for days, though he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his business.

But as they walked home together one afternoon, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“You like someone,” he said bluntly.

You, who had been staring at the ground, practically choked on air. “W-What?”

Rin frowned. “You’ve been acting weird. It’s obvious.”

You groaned, hiding your face in her hands. “I—It’s not like that!”

“Then what is it?” He stopped walking, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. “Who is it?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. The tips of her ears burned red. “It’s…” you hesitated before mumbling, “You...”

Rin’s brain short-circuited.

He stared at her, lips slightly parted, heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears. “What?”

You groaned again, covering your face. “Forget I said anything—”

“No.” His voice came out sharper than intended, but he needed to hear it again. “Say it again.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your entire face burning. “I—I like you, okay? I mean I’ve known you for so long and….You’re always so serious and focused, but you’re also… really kind in your own way.” You exhaled shakily. “And I—I didn’t expect to feel this way, but I do.”

Rin had never been good with emotions. He didn’t know how to deal with the sudden heat crawling up his neck or the way his hands clenched as if trying to grab hold of something real.

He had thought about romance before—about how it was a distraction, a waste of time. But as he looked at you, at the way you looked like you were terrified of his reaction, he realized something.

He didn’t want anyone else to hear those words from you.

Just like that, he reached out, pulling your wrist gently. You gasped as he leaned in, his forehead barely touching hers.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, voice quieter than usual. “Thinking I wouldn’t feel the same.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly, but before you could say anything, Rin closed the distance—his lips brushing against yours, slow, careful, as if testing something neither of them could take back.

When he pulled away, your face was completely red.

And Rin—who never cared about what people thought, who always pushed others away—found himself slightly smirking.

Because you were his now.

And he wasn’t letting go.

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For someone who’s doesn’t like reading angst I sure do write a lot of it….

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Megumi was never the type to seek out romance. It wasn’t that he was opposed to the idea—it just never felt like a priority. Between exorcising curses, training, and keeping his friends out of trouble, love seemed like an unnecessary complication. But somehow, despite his reluctance, he found himself drawn to you.

At first, it was subtle. You noticed the way he lingered when you spoke, his usually stoic expression softening just a little at you. He would often glance at you when he thought you weren’t looking, and despite his habit of keeping people at arm’s length, he never seemed to push you away.

The confession wasn’t grand or dramatic. That wasn’t Megumi’s style. One evening, after a long hard mission, the two of you sat together in the comfort of his dorm. He was extra quiet, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the grass.

“You know…” he started, his voice calm but laced with something hesitant. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing.”

You tilted your head. “What kind of thing?”

He sighed, almost frustrated with himself. “Relationships. I’ve never had one before.” His gaze flickered to you, searching for any sign of amusement or judgment, but you only waited for him to continue. “But… I think I want to try. With you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips. “Are you asking me out, Fushiguro?”

His ears turned slightly red, and he looked away. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I guess I am.”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the tension in his fingers before he hesitantly relaxed. “Then let’s try together.”

Megumi wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who showered you with words of affection, but he showed his love in the quiet moments—the way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, the way he let you wear his hoodie when you were cold, and the way he always made sure you were safe during missions.

For someone who had spent so long believing love was a distraction, Megumi found himself caring more than he ever thought possible. And for the first time, he didn’t mind.

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There was a time when people would look at you and Sae and say, They’re meant to be. Your love had been the kind that people wrote about—effortless, unbreakable, destined. You had been madly in love with him, and for a while, you believed he felt the same.

But then he left for Spain.

And as time went by, the Sae you loved—the one who used to text you at odd hours just to say he missed you, the one who let you wear his jacket even when he complained about being cold, the one who kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world—slowly faded.

He grew distant. Indifferent. Cold.

You tried. God, you tried. But every unanswered message, every missed call, every half-hearted conversation where his words felt empty chipped away at your heart. Until one day, you realized you were in love with a ghost of the boy you once knew.

So you ended it.

And he had just said, “Okay.”

No fight. No desperation. Just a simple, indifferent okay.

You had cried and lost a bit of yourself that night feeling like you were suffocating, like the love you had given him had never even mattered.

—

Sae hadn’t thought much about coming back home. He didn’t think much would change despite the changes he may have had.He had convinced himself that he didn’t care about anything here anymore.

But then he saw you.

You were walking down the street, laughing at something, your face glowing in the late afternoon sun. For the first time in a long time, something inside him stirred. His steps slowed, and without thinking, he started walking towards you.

Until he saw him.

A man beside you.

You were smiling at him, eyes full of warmth—the kind of warmth Sae hadn’t seen in a long time. The way you leaned into the man’s shoulder, how easily you laughed with him, it was the way you used to laugh with him. And when you leaned up to reach his face and give him a kiss-the ones you would give him.

Something inside Sae went still.

His expression shuttered, the brief flicker of emotion vanishing behind cold, detached eyes. His hands curled into fists at his sides, but he didn’t move any closer.

Instead, he turned around.

And walked away.

As if you had never meant anything to him.

As if the love you once had never existed.

As if you were nothing.

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cw/lowkey toxic love ??

You had always known Suguru Geto. He was a constant in your life—your first friend, the boy who always stuck by your side, even when you annoyed him, even when you made fun of his serious expressions.

“You’re stuck with me, you know,” he’d say with a teasing smirk, nudging your shoulder as you sat under a tree, watching the clouds drift by. “Don’t think you can get rid of me.”

But things changed when the two of you enrolled in Jujutsu High.

Satoru Gojo was a force of nature. Loud, obnoxious, and endlessly entertaining, he was everything Geto wasn’t. While Geto was composed and thoughtful, Gojo was reckless and carefree. And yet, somehow, the three of you fit together.

Gojo quickly took on the role of your self-proclaimed “annoying best friend.” He teased you relentlessly, draped himself over your shoulders, and found endless joy in making you flustered.

“C’mon, Geto,” Gojo would say with a grin, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t look so grumpy! We both know I’m their favorite.”

Geto would roll his eyes, but there was always a hint of something in his gaze when he looked at you—something quiet, something he never voiced.

You never saw it. Never realised how many times he almost told you.

And by the time you did, it was too late.

—

The moment you heard the news, it was like the ground had been ripped from beneath you.

Geto left

Geto became something unrecognisable

Geto was dead..

You didn’t believe it at first. Couldn’t. You had been gone on a foreign mission as everything happened . He wasn’t supposed to just be gone.

Gojo didn’t say much. For the first time since you had met him, he was quiet.

It wasn’t until the funeral, long after the others had left, that he finally approached you.

You were sitting alone, staring at the sky, just like you used to with Geto. The air was thick with the weight of things unsaid, grief hanging between you like an unspoken language only the two of you could understand.

Gojo sat beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed against yours.

“You’re not taking this well are you ?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You swallowed. “No...”

Gojo was silent. Then, after a long moment, he exhaled a shaky breath. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I figured.”

You turned to him then, and for the first time, you saw it—the raw, unguarded emotion in his usually unreadable gaze. He wasn’t the Gojo Satoru that the world saw. He wasn’t the strongest. He was just a man who had lost his best friend.

And suddenly, you weren’t sure who moved first.

Maybe it was you. Maybe it was him. But before you could process it, his lips were on yours, warm and desperate, his hands cradling your face as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was years of tension, of emotions neither of you had ever acknowledged, crashing together in a way that felt both devastating and inevitable.

You knew it was wrong. You knew this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. You were both grieving for your poor best friend. You weren’t even sure you had feelings for him but the way his grip on you tightened, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose you too, you weren’t thinking right..

“I shouldn’t…” he whispered against your lips, his breath ragged. “I shouldn’t do this to him.”

But he didn’t pull away. Neither did you.

Because right now, in this moment, he was here. And so were you. His lips met yours again in a desperate, aching kiss, one that tasted of guilt,sorrow and regret, of lost time and unspoken words. His hands found your waist, fingers curling into your shirt as if he needed to hold onto something—onto you.

And in that moment, with the world crumbling around you, you both found something to cling to.

[kaxserlvr]

The bed feels colder without Sae. The sheets are the same, untouched on his side, but they don’t hold his warmth anymore. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow tick of the clock, the sound filling the silence he left behind.

Sae is in Spain. Living his dream. Becoming the player he was always meant to be. I should be happy for him—I am happy for him. But happiness doesn’t stop the ache that creeps in during the quiet moments, doesn’t stop me from wishing he was still here, close enough to touch.

“And, oh, it’s hard to see you but I wish you were right here.”

The time difference makes everything harder. By the time I wake up, he’s already deep into his training. By the time he calls, my day is already slipping into exhaustion. Our conversations are soft, filled with love, but they aren’t enough. They never are.

I see him everywhere. The bed where he’d hold and love me in,In the streets we used to walk together, in the field where he used to practice, in the little café where he’d sit across from me, quietly stirring his coffee while pretending not to stare. He’s gone, but his presence lingers in all the places we once shared.

“Oh, it’s hard to leave you when I get you everywhere.”

I tell myself I’ll get used to it. That I’ll learn how to live in this space without him, that time will soften the longing. But then I hear his voice through the phone, and all my strength crumbles.

“All this time I’m thinking we could never be a pair.”

We were always different. He was meant for greatness, and I was just someone who loved him. Maybe love wasn’t meant to be enough. Maybe the distance was a sign, a reminder that we were never meant to fit.

But then, he says my name. Soft, like a prayer. And I close my eyes, pretending for just a moment that he’s here. That he never left.

“Oh, no, I don’t need you but I miss you, come here.”

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself be selfish.

“I miss you too, Sae.”

[kaxserlvr]

Rin hated your plush collection.

They took up too much space, crowded the bed, and, worst of all, stole your attention. He didn’t get the appeal—why did you need dozens of them when you already had him?

Yet, every time you asked him to buy one, he did.

It started small. A casual, offhand request while passing a store. “Rin, can I get this one?” You had held up a tiny cat plush, eyes wide with expectation. He had sighed, grumbled something about it being stupid, and bought it anyway.

Then it became routine.

At first, he tried to resist. “No. You have too many.” But then you’d pout, hug his arm, and—somehow—he always caved.

And now, Rin found himself in a store without you, staring at a shelf full of plushies.

He had just finished training when he passed by the shop, and out of habit, his eyes scanned for something you might like. His fingers hovered over a soft blue penguin. It looked like something you’d cuddle.

He exhaled sharply, snatching it off the shelf.

Later that night, when he tossed it onto your lap, you gasped, hugging it close. “Rin! You got me another one?”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “It was on sale.” A lie.

You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “You pretend to hate my collection, but you love me too much to say no.”

He scoffed but didn’t push you away. Instead, his arms tightened around your waist.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

But when he saw you snuggling the plush later that night, he almost smiled.

[kaxserlvr]

I still have a lot of bllk drafts that I’ll still publish this is just for future references:p

[kaxserlvr]

Reo’s pov:

At first, I was sure I didn’t like you.

You were annoying. Always in my way, always challenging me when it came to Nagi. I had spent so much time and effort getting that lazy idiot to play football, and suddenly, you were there—taking up his time, pulling him into conversations, making him laugh.

I hated it.

I’d tell Nagi to train with me, and youd show up, smirking. “Actually, Nagi and I were gonna play this new game first.”

I’d tell Nagi we should sit together, and suddenly, you were dragging him away. “C’mon, Nagi, I found this new snack you have to try.”

It wasn’t just frustrating—it was personal. Because for as long as I could remember, I was the one Nagi relied on. I was the one who got him to try, to care. And now… now it felt like I was being pushed out.

So, of course, I pushed back.

I made sure Nagi stuck to our routine. If you tried to cut in, I’d throw you a challenge they couldn’t refuse. First one to score gets Nagi for the day. Whoever wins this round picks where we eat. If you can keep up with me, I’ll let you have him for an hour.

And every damn time, you met me head-on. No hesitation, no backing down.

At some point, I stopped doing it just to keep Nagi around.

At some point, I started enjoying it.

The way your eyes would light up with determination. The way you grinned when you won—because yeah, sometimes you did. The way you never let me have the last word, always throwing something back, always making sure I knew you weren’t intimidated by me.

I caught myself looking for you when you weren’t around. Wondering if you’d challenge me today. Wondering if I’d get to see that competitive glint in your eyes again.

And that’s when I realized—

I didn’t hate you.

I liked you.

A lot.

[kaxserlvr]

The first time I met Toji, I knew he was dangerous.

He had that easy, arrogant smirk, the kind that made you want to wipe it off his face—or maybe stare at it a little longer than you should. He moved like a predator, too confident, too at ease, like nothing in this world could touch him.

And yet, somehow, he became mine.

It wasn’t quick, not by any means. It started with sharp words and narrowed eyes, me telling him he was an idiot for acting like he didn’t care about anything, him teasing me for being too uptight. Somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing him as just a mercenary, and he stopped seeing me as just another jujutsu sorcerer.

The first time he kissed me, it wasn’t some rushed, desperate thing. It was slow, hesitant—like he couldn’t believe I was letting him.

When he proposed, it wasn’t some grand gesture. He just looked at me one evening, his voice quieter than usual.

“Marry me.”

No pleading, no uncertainty—just a simple statement, as if he had already decided that this was how it was meant to be.

And I did. I married him, despite everything, despite what people would say. I married him because I knew, beneath that cold, untouchable exterior, there was a man who loved me more fiercely than he was willing to admit.

But love was never enough.

My parents made sure of that.

They couldn’t stand the thought of their child—tying themselves to someone like him. Toji was everything they hated. A man without cursed energy, no use for the sorcerer world.

I fought them. I fought him too.

But in the end, Toji was the one who made the choice.

“I won’t let them use you against me.” His voice had been calm, but I saw the conflict in his eyes. “You’re better off without me, anyway.”

I told him he was wrong.

I told him I didn’t care.

I told him I would find a way, that I would fight for him the same way he had fought for me.

But Toji had never been the kind of man to let himself be saved.

So he left.

—

I hadn’t seen him in years.

Not until now.

Not until I was standing in the middle of the battlefield, looking down at his lifeless body.

Gojo’s work.

I had always known they would cross paths one day. It was inevitable. But I had never thought it would end like this.

His body was still warm. His face—God, his face—was too familiar, too real, and it hit me all at once.

“Toji,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside him. My hands shook as they hovered over his chest, as if I could will his heart to start beating again.

He was really gone.

My vision blurred, but I didn’t cry. Not yet. Not in front of the others.

Instead, I clenched my fists and pressed them against his chest, my body trembling.

“You idiot,” I muttered, voice shaking with fury. “Why did you come back?”

No answer.

“You said you were leaving for my safety. You said you wouldn’t let them use me against you.” My breath hitched. “So why the hell did you end up here, dead on the ground like this?”

Nothing.

Just silence. Just the wind carrying away my words.

I let out a bitter laugh, my nails digging into my palms. “You always do this, Toji. You always decide everything on your own. You never listen.” My voice cracked, and finally, finally, the tears fell.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his cheek, his skin growing colder by the second.

“I hate you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. “I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for coming back. I hate you for dying before I could—”

Before I could see you again. Before I could tell you I still—

The words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, I stayed there, with him, as the battle faded around me, as grief and love and anger twisted together inside my chest, burning.

Toji had always been a fool.

And I had always been a fool for him

A/n: Ik this isn’t rlly lore accurate and probs ooc but I rlly wanted to write for him so hope it’s good :p

[kaxserlvr]

Part 1

It had been three days since it happened. Three days since your sleepover with Rin .

The moment played on an endless loop in your mind—the way his fingers brushed against your cheek, the quiet intensity in his eyes, the breath you shared before he pulled away at the last second, as if waking from a dream. You hadn’t been the same since. Every time you saw him, your heart stuttered in your chest, your skin prickling with heat.

It was embarrassing, really. You were sure Rin had already forgotten about it, moving on as if nothing had happened. But you? You could barely meet his gaze without feeling like you might combust.

And Rin had noticed.

At first, he thought he was imagining it—the way you would fumble your words, the way youd turn away too quickly whenever he so much as looked in your direction. But when he caught you dropping your phone because your hands were shaking too much, he knew for sure. You were acting weird.

Did you regret what almost happened? Were you disgusted? The thought gnawed at him, enough that he decided he’d talk to you. Apologise, if necessary. Maybe even—God, he hated himself for even considering it—tell you how he really felt.

But then he saw you guys.

From across the school field, he spotted you and Sae, standing too close, heads tilted toward each other in conversation. Rin’s heart lodged itself in his throat when he saw your lips move—right next to Sae’s ear. It looked… intimate. And then, Saes hand briefly settling on your shoulder.

Rin’s entire body went cold.

Of course, you would choose Sae. He had known—always known—that you liked his brother. It was why he kept his distance. It was why he never let himself hope.

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

You had no idea that Rin had been there, that he had seen the worst possible angle of something so innocent. You had been telling Sae about Rin. About how you felt. About how you didn’t know what to do after what almost happened between you two.

“I like him,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think I always have.”

Sae chuckled, shaking his head. “You two are idiots.”

Before you could ask what he meant, you heard footsteps—heavy, hurried. Then a voice, sharp and laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Did you have fun?”

You turned around, startled to see Rin standing a few feet away, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes—God, you had never seen them like this before.

“Rin?” You took a step toward him, but he took one back.

“Don’t.” His voice was strained. “I should’ve known. Should’ve realized that you—” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

You stared at him, confused, until you saw it. The misunderstanding, the raw emotion bleeding through his usually cold face.

“Wait. You think—” your eyes widened. “No, Rin, it’s not—”

“Save it,” he cut me off, turning away. “I’m done.”

Panic surged through you . No. You couldn’t let him walk away again. Not when you had just gathered the courage to be honest about your feelings.

So you did the only thing you could. You ran after him, grabbed his wrist, and forced him to look at you.

“I was talking about you,” you said breathlessly.

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I was telling Sae that I like you, Rin.” Your grip tightened. “That I’ve always liked you. That I didn’t know what to do after that night because I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

Silence. A thick, suffocating pause where the weight of both your foolishness settled between you guys.

Then, Rin exhaled sharply, his hand coming up to cup your face.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You let out a soft laugh. “So are you.”

And this time, when he leaned in, he didn’t stop.