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your apartment fills with the mouthwatering scents of buckwheat and dashi as you begin to unpack the takeout that's just been delivered. but even with your stomach already growling, you pause, confused.

“kento?” you call to where he’s is leaning against the counter.

“yes, love?”

you count the boxes again, frowning. “why did you order three? is one for your other girlfriend?”

“of course not,” he replies, unfazed by your teasing accusation as he continues to scroll through his tablet. “she doesn't like soba.”

you throw a napkin in his direction when your see the small smirk curling on his lips, shutting off his tablet to look over at you.

you wait, watching him expectantly.

"it's…for yuuji.”

“ah,” you realize, unable to keep from smiling. “your protégé.”

“he’s more like my intern,” he corrects, taking two plates from the cabinet.

you grab a third, following him to the dining table to help him set up. “you fired your last intern because you didn’t like how he organized your files. yet this one is sukuna’s vessel, and you’re bringing him soba.”

nanami pulls out your chair, kissing the top of your head before settling in his own seat. "you don't approve."

"it's not about that. if you say he's not dangerous, of course i believe you.”

he looks at you for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what to say.

“i just…don’t want him to feel so alone,” he says softly. “you heard about what happened at the detention center. gojo’s trying to hide him from the higher-ups right now, but we don’t know how long that’ll last. he’s just a kid, and gojo has lot going on. so i— i want to look out for him.”

he glances over at the takeout bag, where the third box is sitting. “i may not be able to protect him like gojo can, but i can at least make sure he’s eating.”

you know he’s been exhausted lately. you can see it in the lines on his face and the slight sag of his shoulders when he trudges home at the end of the day.

yet he still finds time to care for a student that’s not his own.

and oh, if that did not make your heart skip a beat, knowing you were loved by a man capable of such care. you can’t help but watch him, almost unable to wrap your head around how lucky you are.

“you’re staring, dear.”

you sigh loudly, rising from your seat to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “i think my heart might burst if i find another reason to love you more than i already do.”

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to your engagement ring.

“you love me plenty already. which is why you’ve already set a third plate out to invite yuuji to eat with us, correct?”

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“and then nanamin charged in and chopped it up just like this—”

nanami watches you watch yuuji swing a single chopstick menacingly as he recounts their last mission.

“he just charged in, hm?” you ask calmly. “yuuji, you’ll tell me if my fiancé is being reckless, won’t you?”

“yes ma’am!”

the blond sits up, clearing his throat. “surely that’s not necessary.”

“he’s so stubborn, isn’t he?” you ask the boy sitting across from you, even rolling your eyes.

“sure is! he’s pretty bossy too.”

nanami scoffs as if he’s annoyed, but secretly…secretly he couldn’t be more pleased.

he’s always wanted to be a lot of things in his life. a good sorcerer, a good employee. a good man.

but all of those things he thought he needed to be to live a full life are irrelevant.

because nothing is more fufilling than being needed and being loved.

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miya osamu wasn't disappointed often.

so if anybody asked you, you couldn't even describe his expression from memory. you'd shrug your shoulders and pity the person who was at the receiving end of the faint downturn of his mouth, the slight furrow of his dark eyebrows over eyes that held dullness you knew so rarely, heavy and cast away. averting your eyes, the image settling like a clear memory, you thought that you wish you wouldn't be able to paint a picture of it now.

"it's not fair," you mumble, and his fingers felt careful and soft around your hand, the pressure on your flesh a reminder that your skin was no longer yours, that it was a part of him and one he refused to give up, "you're always the one. why can't it be me too?"

the kitchen was quiet, the ticking noise of the clock like an echo swinging from your end to his, and his lips pressed together, a faint line that made you want to smooth it out quickly lest it burned itself on his features.

"i don't care about fairness if ya get hurt," his voice was rough like it was straining to sound kind, but that wasn't possible — you knew nothing but kindness in the way he existed, and you felt it when he sighed against your temple and when his hand smoothed out the tape on the curvature between thumb and finger, "why did ya even think you had to surprise me with anythin'?"

"because you always cook for me, and you slave away for hours here like it doesn't matter, and—" you could feel yourself get upset, chest tightening like it might force all the taste-testing up your throat and out in the world, escaping the small confines of the prison that was your heart, "—and i wanted to share some of the burden."

miya osamu wasn't confused often.

he took things he didn't understand with a shrug found in the curl of his mouth, in the mildly interested look permeating his eyes and a quiet willingness to wait it out, but now his eyebrows wandered up, and his lips parted as if you managed to steal his response from him. when he gathered his wits, it was with an exclamation of offence, "the hell are ya talkin' about, sweetheart?"

you refused to answer, and the callouses on his hand were like a love tap against your jaw when osamu cradled it, forcing you to look up, right into stormy grey, wild with the need to drill into your head how desperate he was to defend this part of him that he'd forever selfishly wear proudly, with the need to simply make you understand, "ya think takin' care of ya is a burden? it's a matter of pride. bein' able to say that i fed you well, that you're satisfied, fully, with food i made is somethin' i'll never let anyone take from me. not even you."

miya osamu was angry often.

at atsumu usually, granted. but you saw it often enough to recognise the passion crinkling around his eyes, the curl in his nose, the almost bared teeth behind the angry curve of his lips like he was ready to bite to prove his point to his brother, but what atsumu never would see is the little pleading frown right in between osamu's eyebrows when he looked down at you, the almost tremble in his hand as he brought your injured hand up to his mouth to place a token of his love onto your skin, the exhale that caressed your cheeks.

and miya osamu was relentless often; in the steadiness of his hand, in his quiet strength of affection, in how he poured his being into you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

TAGLIST | @takes1 ; @classicalelephant ; @pomigranit

inspired by slide #2 of @sodaneko's smau mine mine mine and therefore also dedicated to my best lovergirl (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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ohh osamu miya my one and only

I'm impressed that Osamu hasn't eaten Atsumu back in the womb. Good job holding back. 😂

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i think i am going to cry

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omfg we even got an ijichi cameo 😭

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and fuck that jujutsu society for real

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IM A PICKY EATER THIS US SO ME

osamu miya who falls in love with a picky eater

osamu miya who learns from a very young age that you’re not willing to touch most foods. he (not so) secretly watches at lunch everyday to see what parts of you lunch you end up neglecting.

osamu miya who never teases you about being picky, after all that’s what makes cooking for you more rewarding right? nailing the flavors that you love and hiding the ones that you have no taste for.

osamu miya who attempts (and succeeds) at wowing you through bringing you lunches that he knows you’ll enjoy.

osamu miya who spends the rest of lunch trying not to grin ear to ear while watching you happily eat the lunch he brought you.

osamu miya who knows it’s now his life’s mission to make sure you enjoy food as much as possible.

osamu miya who loves the way your face lights up when he finds a place with lots of options for foods you like. whether its due to dietary restrictions, allergies, or a distace for certain foods, he will make sure there’s many options for you everytime you eat out.

osamu miya who cooks for you as often as you like. if you're ever feeling unmotivated and unwilling to cook he will show up and help you.

osamu miya will reach out to your parents for childhood recipes and loved dishes you may not have told him about. he wants to have your comfort foods at the ready whenever you're craving them.

osamu miya who never fails to wow you with how well he remembers your favorite foods. craving a certain cuisine but don’t know what you want? trust me, he knows way before you do and politely suggests it.

osamu miya loves seeing your reactions to new foods you discover. he’s always so proud when you try something new, and is even happier when he watches your face light up from the flavors.

osamu miya will order for you if you need to sub out items on a dish but are to embarrassed! food is meant to be enjoyed! not picked apart to avoid certain aspects of it.

osamu miya who will do anything to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and not hungy!!

A/N: projecting so hard onto this fic i am so picky about foods!! trying to be better but i fear i am doomed for life :( osamu save me

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IM A PICKY EATER THIS US SO ME

osamu miya who falls in love with a picky eater

osamu miya who learns from a very young age that you’re not willing to touch most foods. he (not so) secretly watches at lunch everyday to see what parts of you lunch you end up neglecting.

osamu miya who never teases you about being picky, after all that’s what makes cooking for you more rewarding right? nailing the flavors that you love and hiding the ones that you have no taste for.

osamu miya who attempts (and succeeds) at wowing you through bringing you lunches that he knows you’ll enjoy.

osamu miya who spends the rest of lunch trying not to grin ear to ear while watching you happily eat the lunch he brought you.

osamu miya who knows it’s now his life’s mission to make sure you enjoy food as much as possible.

osamu miya who loves the way your face lights up when he finds a place with lots of options for foods you like. whether its due to dietary restrictions, allergies, or a distace for certain foods, he will make sure there’s many options for you everytime you eat out.

osamu miya who cooks for you as often as you like. if you're ever feeling unmotivated and unwilling to cook he will show up and help you.

osamu miya will reach out to your parents for childhood recipes and loved dishes you may not have told him about. he wants to have your comfort foods at the ready whenever you're craving them.

osamu miya who never fails to wow you with how well he remembers your favorite foods. craving a certain cuisine but don’t know what you want? trust me, he knows way before you do and politely suggests it.

osamu miya loves seeing your reactions to new foods you discover. he’s always so proud when you try something new, and is even happier when he watches your face light up from the flavors.

osamu miya will order for you if you need to sub out items on a dish but are to embarrassed! food is meant to be enjoyed! not picked apart to avoid certain aspects of it.

osamu miya who will do anything to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and not hungy!!

A/N: projecting so hard onto this fic i am so picky about foods!! trying to be better but i fear i am doomed for life :( osamu save me

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propaganda i'm not falling for: nanami hating gojo

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Nanami genuinely looks SO good I’m malfunctioning. Idk how to explain it but this is what the nanami x reader jujitsu high fics look like to me…

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osamu felt a sort of kinship to the very hungry caterpillar while growing up

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osamu “i know a place” miya. he said those 4 words like it was a secret, a promise to take you out on a date that was spoken with his usual deadpan tone. 

you expected him to drag you to a food spot or just a simple food date at home, really. those kinds of things are just totally osamu. if there was anything you could count on him, it would be that osamu's idea of romance would come out making onigiri or baking sweets for you. 

but what you didn't expect was that he'd take you out on a full blown food bazaar/market. one that is filled with life, light, and laughter. 

the moment you stepped past the entrance, past the row of fairy lights strung overhead each stall that reminded you of stars, it hit you. the scent of food and the chattering of people. the scent of everything was everywhere, curling in the air. it settled into your hair and clothes in a way you know you'd secretly love later once you arrive home.

as you and osamu found a place to sit after wandering around the food stalls for a while, you take in the sight to look around you. there were people in every direction— family sitting shoulder to shoulder at picnic tables, couples sharing skewers as they walked under the lights, kids gobbling candy with sticky fingers, and food vendors calling out the name of their customers, shouting out that their orders were ready to be served. 

normally, this would make you itch a bit. too much noise and too many people would've made you want to escape and search for an exit for a little bit. or atleast a quiet corner to shrink into. but this time? it didn't. not tonight. not with osamu who walked beside you earlier, his hand grazing yours every often just to remind you that he's there. that he's always right here with you. 

and knowing that, as you looked all around you, something inside softened. a kind of feeling that you couldn't really quite explain that bloomed in your chest as you watched a little girl give her dad a bite of her takoyaki or the way a pair of older women clinked their cups of sake, giggling like they were years younger. 

it comforted you, being surrounded by many lives, and still, you had your own place in your own world right here. right next to him.

and osamu noticed.

“you look pretty like that.” he said.

you turned to him, caught off guard. “like what?”

“like what you're doing right now.”

“i'm literally just looking around, doing nothing.” 

he gave a small shrug and a smile. 

“exactly. you still look pretty, even when you're doing nothing.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to play off the smooth words, but your heart gave a small flutter. he said those words like it was the simplest truth in the world.

and in that moment, bathed in the golden hue of the fairy lights, laughter, and the aroma of food, you believed in him. 

maybe it wasn't just the place that felt like home.

maybe it was osamu. 

a/n: i honestly had no idea where i was going with this and you could tell i didn't really put any effort into this but i wanted to write a drabble of osamu taking the person he likes out on a food date. i'll write a better one next time hehe. i love food markets guys they're so full of life.

divider: @/enchanthings

© RIRILEIL 2025 | do not copy, repost, or translate without my permission

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—CUPID IS SO DUMB!

synopsis ; everyone says that they would be a terrible person to date, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

ft ; kenma kozume, osamu miya

cw ; afab!reader, swearing

now playing ; cupid by fifty fifty

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

kenma was basically the joke of your school. sure, he was on the volleyball team, and they had made it to nationals, but he was…well, he was practically just begging to flip burgers for the rest of his life.

he was a video game addict, had no friends outside of the volleyball team, and probably never went outside in his free time. sure, he had decent grades, but nowadays, unless you’re in the top 10% of the grade, a good college surely won’t accept you.

no one in their right mind would date him, right? he wasn’t even that good looking either. short, monstrous posture, long and unkept hair…who in their right mind would date someone like him?

right, who would ever date him?

who would ever date him?

who would—

…

you would.

you never really saw anything wrong with kenma. he wasn’t bad looking in your opinion; in fact, you found him cute. you enjoyed video games as well, so you would enjoy playing with someone else.

you weren’t the most popular at school either anyways, so you’ve always had the occasional thought of dating kenma. but your last straw was when the annoying bitches in your grade who didn’t know how to shut up finally declared that “both kenma and (y/n) are so weird and ugly! they’re never gonna get married.”

fuck it.

“hey, kozume.”

“hm?”

he didn’t look up from his console, but you could see the slight stiffening of his hands. “you wanna, uh, like, y’know…um, go out together sometime?”

kenma’s entire body froze, the console nearly dropping from his hands. he stayed silent, and for a moment, you almost regretted doing this. but you had to do this for your own self-satisfaction. “we can go to a video game store or something after school.”

“wuh— why?” finally, some sort of response. poor guy; you were definitely freaking him out. you silently apologized to him in your mind.

“you clearly like video games n’ stuff, and we’re both quiet, so we’re pretty similar already.” you fidgeted with your fingers, managing a small smile.

“…sure.”

was it only supposed to be a one-off thing just to spite the bothersome bitches in your grade? yes. but kenma was actually pretty good company at the game store, giving you recommendations—though he was still rather quiet.

one date turned to five. five dates turned to ten. ten dates turned to twenty. though most of them were netflix or video games and chill dates. before you knew it, you really had fallen for kenma. and now that you think about it, those people sure were idiots for refusing to date kenma, because he treats you better than their asshole boyfriends treat them.

“here.” kenma placed a plastic bag onto your desk, face hidden with his hair.

“what’s th—“ you opened the bag, and seeing a box inside, you opened the box and saw what was perhaps the most heavenly piece of apple pie you had ever seen. “KENMA! IS THIS FOR ME?!”

“yeah. you always forget to eat breakfast, and my mom made apple pie, so…” kenma shuffled his feet.

“you’re the best! i love you!”

and so the gossip went from the both of you never being able to find someone to the both of you being a cringy couple who wouldn’t last. bold of them to talk, considering how they have more hookups and relationships than you can count on both your fingers and toes.

but oh well. let’s see who has the last laugh now, when you have a husband who is a successful streamer and the ceo of the bouncing ball corps.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

you hated atsumu miya. that was a fact known to all. you were paired up with him once for a project, and he did absolutely nothing. he always claimed that he had volleyball practice, which was probably true, so you couldn’t blame him for that, but he was so self-centered. he only knew how to talk about himself. he was so annoying.

but the worst part? you knew fucking well that if he put in even a little bit of effort into the project, you both could have gotten a higher score than a 70. he was smart, no doubt about it, but lord was he annoying.

for a long time, you thought his twin osamu miya wasn’t much better. he was too nonchalant about everything, he only cared about food—which you could somewhat relate to, considering how you were a food lover as well—, and he doesn’t know how to properly discipline is annoying ass brother. handling him in a purely physical manner will not help atsumu’s behavior in the slightest.

and great, you were paired up with osamu for a project. at least unlike atsumu, osamu invited you over to his house in order to work on the project. you had been in his room, flipping through your notes feverishly to try and find something useful.

“want some dorayaki?” osamu asked, holding out the bread to you. your jaw dropped, stopping the flipping of pages for a few moments.

“you’re offering food? maybe you’re not a big back after all.”

“nah, this is tsumu’s. if you don’t want it, i’ll have it.” he said, nudging his head at atsumu’s desk right next to his. “he’s just dumb and he left it there on his desk.”

you laughed, taking the bread from his hand. “i take it that you’re not the most fond of your twin? well, i mean, clearly not considering how you beat him up all the time at school.”

“he’s still my brother. he’s an idiot though.”

although osamu wasn’t the brightest, you did get a much better grade on a project with him than his brother. plus, osamu was way funnier and had even offered you food. you know what, maybe he wasn’t nearly as bad as you had thought.

“want some?” osamu asked on a random day during lunch, holding out a large onigiri to you. “i made it, so i don’t really know if i can guarantee if it’s good or bad.”

you snatched the onigiri from his hand. “i literally love you so much.” you exclaimed. looks like the term ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ works with women too. “literally marry me.”

“oh wow.”

you weren’t thinking when you had declared such a thing when you both weren’t even dating, but osamu surely was. staring at you as you ate, he did think that it would be pretty nice being married to you.

at home, atsumu walked to the kitchen and gave osamu a sour look. “you’re such a simp. is your rizz literally just cooking? man, bro is down bad.”

“shut the fuck up, tsumu. you wish you have any rizz outside of your looks.” osamu snapped back, molding rice into a triangle shape and eating any excess rice left over.

well, osamu was right about making you fall for him through your stomach. because a few years later, you’re standing at the altar, shoving wedding cake into each other’s mouths.

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Canon mamas boy suguru is crushing me today

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