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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑.

synopsis: the first parents meeting. warnings: mentions of blood, bruises, fights and bullying.

Gojo straightened his dark glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose. He glanced sideways at Megumi, who sat next to him, still as a statue and with a bored expression on his face; little Fushiguro had his hands in his lap, his knuckles red and bruised. On the other side of the room, two couples were sitting with their children, their faces covered in bruises. ‘At least the brat won the fight,’ Gojo thought, holding back a laugh.

Almost as soon as the principal was about to address Gojo, a knock on the door echoed through the room and soon you appeared, apologizing for being late. A discreet smile appeared on Gojo's pink lips as he followed your movements until you sat down next to Megumi, the albino even noticing your bandaged dominant hand, probably when you had been contacted by the school warning that Megumi was in trouble, you were on yet another of the thousands of missions you did every single day.

But your serious, almost angry expression ⸻ quite different from the serious you were with him ⸻ sent a shiver down Gojo's spine and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"Now that everyone is present, I would like to begin this very important meeting. It has been reported that Fushiguro Megumi physically assaulted two classmates during lunch today. According to the two victims of Fushiguro's aggressive behavior, this was not the first time they had been physically assaulted and that Fushiguro had previously threatened them verbally. This behavior is completely contrary to the behavior we are trying to teach at this school, and as a punishment, we have decided that Fushiguro Megumi will be suspended for three days to reflect on his actions.”

"Three days? That's not enough time for this little thug to reflect on his actions, he should be expelled from school, look how he left my dear son". One of the mothers complained.

Gojo was ready to argue with the woman, but was interrupted by your voice.

"Are you sure this really happened?" you asked in a firm voice.

"Excuse me?" The principal looked you up and down, staring for minutes at your bandaged hand, the gauze stained red. "I believe you're too young and not at all likeable to be Megumi's real mother, so I think you're just a guardian, Miss... Miss Kamo," he said after he had read your name from Megumi's file. "Don't you think you're a bit unqualified to take care of a child, considering that Fushiguro had a role model for his aggressive behavior?"

"I think you have as much wrong information about what led to today's event as your wig."

Gojo laughed at your words, dying inside to comment on the director's ill-fitting wig.

"What?" The principal looked at you with an expression of surprise and indignation.

"For about a month now, Megumi has been telling me about a couple of rude boys who were making fun of a girl who was quiet in class and picking on her. I told him to tell the teacher what was going on, but the teacher didn't seem to care. About a week ago, when I went to pick up Megumi from school, a mother stopped me in the middle of the street with her daughter, who was all bruised up, and thanked Megumi for stopping the bullies from hitting her daughter, which happened to be the same day he got a warning about his aggressive behavior. But I don't think those good boys even got a warning for their aggressions against the girl. And so her mother took her out of school and now we're in this meeting because Megumi is violent against ‘good-hearted people’. Don't you think there's something in this story that doesn't quite fit?”

"Are you saying that my son is a bully? What audacity is that, you bitch, you're nothing but a brat!"

"Sir, did you look at the security cameras before you put all the blame on Megumi?" You asked, ignoring the woman.

The principal swallowed and looked at the teacher standing next to him, who was breaking out in a cold sweat from all the talking you had done, knowing that you weren't wrong in a single word.

"Oh, of course you didn't look, that was too much to expect from such incompetent professionals as yourselves." You took a deep breath, "Gojo, you were right when you said that this isn't one of the best schools and they certainly don't live up to their ideals and morals. Let's get Megumi out of here and put him in a better school and make an official complaint about misconduct."

"Ah, finally, can we go now?" Gojo rose from his chair with a sideways smile.

"I think we wasted enough time with an unnecessary meeting." You got up with Megumi to leave the room as quickly as possible.

"Hey, bitch! You think you can just walk away and it's all over?" One of the women said, getting your attention, "Do you really think we're going to let this little shit beat up our kids and get away with it? Besides all the crap you said?"

When the woman least expected it, your bandaged hand passed millimeters away from her face and slammed into the wall behind her, making a terrifying sound. You pulled your hand away from the wall, showing the broken spot where it had hit and a small dead mosquito in the middle of the shattered wall, controlling yourself as much as possible, both in your anger and in the cursed energy running wild through your body. The woman looked horrified at what had happened and at you, who were so close to her, with a serious expression on your face.

"You can say whatever you want about me and use the most offensive words, but don't you dare say anything about my son." Your firm tone made the woman swallow dryly, afraid that one wrong word or movement would fully awaken the beast within you. "Are we clear?" You asked, making the woman nod frantically.

Without saying another word, you left the principal's office with Megumi, but when you looked back, you noticed that a certain albino with bright blue eyes was missing.

Gojo was still in the principal’s office. The boy let out a chuckle that caught everyone's attention, and when they all looked in his direction, he took off his round sunglasses and looked at everyone with his deadly blue eyes.

"I just wanted to warn you, if you mess with my girl, be disrespectful or have the audacity to talk to her, know that I will destroy every single of you and you will be reduced to nothing. Now... if you want to live a long life, I advise you not to even think about her, or I will be the last thing you ever see. It may sound like a joke, but believe me, it's not.”

Satoru smiled briefly and put his glasses back on before leaving the room. The young sorcerer walked with long strides to where you were standing next to Megumi.

"...violence is not always the solution, Fushiguro." You took a deep breath and placed your hand gently on the boy's head. "But I'm proud of you for doing the right thing and not only helping the innocent girl, but also warning someone who could solve the whole situation."

"It is a shame that the 'person who could solve the whole situation' was such a shitty and irresponsible person. But I'm glad you won the fight! My son is not a loser!"

"I'm not your son." Megumi replied with a bored tone.

"Wow, you didn't say anything when Kamo-chan called you her son, but when I do, then I get hit back!" Gojo said dramatically.

"Oh, about that, forgive me, I think I got a little carried away when I said it.”

"It's okay..." Megumi looked away with red cheeks. He wouldn't admit it, at least not at that moment, but a part of him had liked it when you called him son, it made him feel part of something, part of a real family.

"How about some ice cream while we discuss which school to put Megumi in, huh?" Gojo smiled excitedly at the idea of eating something sweet.

"Whatever..." Megumi shrugged.

Just as you were about to speak, your phone rang, interrupting the moment. You pulled it out of your uniform pocket and looked at the number, immediately recognizing that they were ready to send you on another mission. Your eyes flicked from the small screen to Megumi and Gojo, who seemed to be arguing about something completely trivial, causing a small, discreet half-smile to appear on your lips. Quickly, your finger pressed the off button and you put your phone back in your pocket.

"Where's the ice cream parlor?" You asked, getting their attention.

"Who was calling you…?" Gojo asked curiously about your phone call.

"Nobody important. Now tell me where the ice cream parlor is before I change my mind."

"Ah, always so serious, Kamo-chan!" Gojo pouted.

"And stop calling me that!"

"Oh, you hurt my feelings that way... Kamo-chan," Gojo laughed when he noticed your angry look in his direction.

"You were amazing there." Gojo murmured as he cleaned the wound on your dominant hand.

You were sitting on a bench in the bathroom of Satoru's room after a lot of insistence from the albino in front of you. You were so tired after fighting low and medium level curses since the early hours of the morning, with the whole situation with Megumi at school and Gojo's voice in your head, that you finally accepted that Satoru would take care of your injuries.

"Oh, you think so?" You asked dully, "I think I overdid it a bit, especially with the punch on the wall..."

"That was the best part!" Gojo exclaimed excitedly, "You're extremely sexy when you're angry."

"Can we have a normal conversation without you making it awkward?" You rolled your eyes at the albino's comment.

"Okay, okay, if you want to get emotional! Look, what you did for Megumi in that room was unbelievable. That boy looks up to you and you're such an inspiration to him, I could see the happiness in his eyes when you stood up for him. Thank you so much for helping me with all this child care stuff.” Gojo said as he bandaged your hand again, but in the right way and not the messy way it was in the morning, "Aah, when I say nice things you just ignore me, leave me in the lurch, is that it?" he asked when he noticed your lack of response.

"Ah... sorry, well... I don't really know what to say."

"Nah, it's okay, I was just being annoying." Gojo smiled mischievously, "So the part where you said about the principal's wig was so iconic!" Gojo laughed, "It was so crooked, I don't know how no one warned him about it.”

You just watched Satoru give his point of view of the whole situation. In the dim light of the bathroom, with his black shorts and simple white blouse, he looked like a normal teenager, not the most powerful weapon in Jujutsu society. Gojo Satoru was perhaps the most human person you had ever met, even if you only thought of him as the strongest sorcerer of your generation.

But in this light, in front of you, Gojo seemed to be just Satoru. A person without fancy titles who secretly carried a heavy burden. He was just Satoru, a teenager who had lost many things, but who was trying his best to make sure that two children would have different paths than he had, and that they could truly be children without having their childhood stolen from them.

And there, in the midst of his laughter and his ridiculous imitations with exaggerated and dramatic expressions of the event, you felt your heart beat faster.

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ㅤ✶ㅤ𝒮CARS ㅤ.. 虎杖悠仁

﹙概要﹚ itadori feels insecure about his new scars.

itadori yūji x gn!reader ⋄ fluff & pos-jjkㅤestablished relationship ─　701 words.

Itadori had never felt insecure about his appearance. He had no reason to be insecure, in fact, he hardly cared how people saw him. The superficial wasn't what mattered to him. However, when he looked in the mirror and analysed the scars on his face, it was inevitable that he would not feel that way.

There was a scar at the corner of his mouth and one above his eyebrow.

His face was like a canvas and the horrors of the old days etched into his skin still felt like fresh paint.

There were also scars all over his body, but they were easily covered by his clothes.

The fighting was over, they had won, but even so, the terror and fear he felt from that time was still very much alive in his memories, and every time he saw his reflection in the mirror it was as if he was teleported back to the battlefield where he had lost friends and family, where he had sacrificed every drop of sweat to save the people of Tokyo.

He had no problem with the scars, his overthinking only started when a few people looked at him and then at you and whispered something.

Yuuji wasn't one to be embarrassed, but what if he was embarrassing you with his new appearance?

It was a question he didn't want to know the answer to.

"Yuuji, come on! This is the third date you've canceled!" You knocked on Yuuji's dorm door again, frustrated by the whole situation. "You were more excited than me about the premiere of Deadpool and Wolverine!"

"Sorry, I got sick."

"Really, Yuuji?" Even though he couldn't see, you put your hands on your waist, showing a look of indignation at his words, "I know very well what you're like when you're sick, and you're not like that! Please, let's talk!"

A silence fell, and seconds later, the dormitory door opened, revealing Yuuji in his Hello Kitty pajama pants and a white sweatshirt. He had a sad expression on his face, but he kept his head down to make sure you couldn't see his face.

"Yuuji, what happened?" You tried to reach the boy's face, but he dodged and walked over to the bed, wrapping himself in the blanket.

A sigh left your lips, seeing him like that was heartbreaking. With slow steps you approached the boy and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Talk to me, love," you begged again.

"I don't want to go..." Itadori said with a weak voice.

"And why not?" You asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"You will be ashamed…"

"What?" you asked confused "Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed?"

"Because I look terrible."

"Baby, you're not making any sense."

Then Yuuji sat up in bed, his eyes bulging, and stared at you for a moment before looking away.

"If we go out together, I'll embarrass you with my appearance..." he muttered.

"Who told you that nonsense?"

"Nobody told me! You can tell when people look at my scars and then at you, as if wondering why you're with me if I look like this..."

"Yuuji, my love" You reached for the boy's face, holding him between your hands to make him look at you, "What matters least to me is your appearance. You're an incredible person, lively, gentle, kind, brave, your looks are just a bonus. My love for you goes far beyond your outward beauty. You approached the boy and planted a lingering kiss on the two scars on his face. "Not to mention, I think your scars make you really cool, like a bad boy.”

"Really?" Itadori asked with a small smile and you nodded your head.

"You don't need to be ashamed of your scars, they are proof that you are alive, and that is the most important thing."

"Thank you!" A huge, bright smile broke out on Yuuji's lips and he hugged you tightly, planting kisses all over your face. "Is there still time for us to go to the movies?"

"Of course, I bought the tickets for the last session!"

"I love you." Itadori smiled and captured his lips in a lingering kiss.

"I love you too."

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Right here, Always  

College yuuji x love interest! Reader (20+)

Genre/warnings: Fluff, small Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, small angst, breakups, friends to lovers Synopsis: Yuuji’s lighthearted charm and genuine kindness gradually turn your night of sorrow into something beautiful  note: ur ex decided to leave you ....but thats okay cuz yuuji is here! w.c: 3.087

It was supposed to be a simple night out, a rare evening where you could unwind from the stress of school and life. Instead, it turned into the night you found him—your boyfriend of a year—entangled with another girl, their laughter a cruel melody in the air. The sight of them, so carefree and unconcerned, sent a sharp, icy pain through your chest, as if your heart had been cleaved in two. You stood there, frozen in disbelief, as they exchanged knowing glances, the girl’s smirk widening as she noticed your presence.

The humiliation stung your cheeks as you turned and fled, the sounds of their laughter echoing in your ears, a cruel reminder of your shattered trust. Tears blurred your vision, the world around you fading as you focused only on escaping the pain that clung to you like a shadow. You wanted to disappear, to retreat into a corner of the world where no one could see your heartbreak.

That’s when Yuuji found you.

He saw you before you saw him, his heart aching at the sight of you crumpled on a park bench, your face buried in your hands as you sobbed quietly. Yuuji had always known you as strong, the kind of person who could handle anything life threw at you. But seeing you like this—so broken, so vulnerable—ignited a protectiveness in him that he hadn’t fully realized until now. Without a word, he approached you, his footsteps soft on the pavement as he sat down beside you.

For a moment, he didn’t speak, just allowed the silence to envelop you both. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but Yuuji’s presence was warm, a steady, comforting heat that made you feel less alone. It was only when your sobs began to subside that he reached out, his hand gentle as he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“He left you… He left you? …You!?” Yuuji’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and anger, his brow furrowing as if the very idea of someone hurting you was incomprehensible. He stared at you, his gaze tracing the curve of your face, the way your lips trembled as you tried to hold back more tears. His heart ached, a deep, resonant pain that mirrored your own. Yuuji felt a surge of emotions—anger at your ex, concern for your well-being, and something more that he was only beginning to understand. He struggled to find the right words, his mind racing to process the scene before him.

Yuuji took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts. Memories of the countless times you had confided in him, the late-night conversations, the shared laughter—all of it flashed through his mind. He realized how much you meant to him, how his feelings for you had quietly deepened over time. But seeing you like this, in so much pain, pushed those emotions to the surface.

“Yuuji, are you okay?” you managed to whisper, noticing the turmoil in his eyes.

He forced a small smile, though his own heart was in turmoil. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... I hate seeing you like this.”

He wanted to say more, to express the depth of his feelings, but the right words eluded him. Instead, he focused on being there for you, offering silent support in your moment of need.

Yuuji's heart twisted as he saw the sadness etched across your face, your once bright eyes now dulled by tears. The weight of your emotions was palpable, and it hurt him to see you this way. He took a tentative step closer, his hand hovering near your cheek as if unsure whether to reach out.

“(Y/N), listen to me…” His voice was soft yet firm, drawing your attention. “I don't want to lay here like this ---"

Gently, he wiped away the tear that had escaped down your cheek, his touch warm and comforting.

“You don't have to waste another minute of your day thinking about somebody that never wanted you to begin with—tainting your beauty for someone like him ain't worth it.” His words were meant to soothe, but there was a fierce protectiveness behind them that made your heart ache in a different way.

“Obviously, he's gotta be blind, right? Dude doesn’t have any taste! I mean, just look at you! Who wouldn't want to bag you?”

His cheeks flushed a bright pink as the words tumbled out faster than he could think. Realizing what he’d just said, Yuuji’s eyes widened in horror. “I mean—wait! I didn't mean it like that! Not like having you as a prize —definitely not! No, wait a second…that’s even worse!”

A small, involuntary laugh escaped your lips, breaking through the sadness that had weighed you down. Yuuji’s flustered panic was almost endearing, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile. He stopped his rambling, looking relieved to see the corners of your mouth twitch upwards.

“Yuuji…” you whispered, his name carrying all the gratitude you felt. His concern, his awkward attempts at making you feel better—it all touched your heart in a way you hadn’t expected.

He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. “I'm sorry I just -- you - ” he confessed, his voice sincere. “--You deserve so much better.”

As you looked at him, your heart started to feel lighter. The pain was still there, but with Yuuji by your side, it didn’t seem as unbearable. For the first time since your world had crumbled, you felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

Yuuji noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor, the way your shoulders began to relax and the tension in your body eased slightly. He felt a glimmer of hope, a sign that his words were starting to reach you. The night around you seemed to soften, the harsh edges of your pain blurring as you leaned into his support.

He thought about the countless times you had been there for him, your unwavering friendship, and how naturally his feelings had grown beyond that. Tonight felt different—perhaps it was the culmination of unspoken emotions finally finding their voice.

“You know,” Yuuji began, his voice taking on a lighter tone, “we’ve been friends for so long. I guess I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depth of his care and the sincerity behind his actions.

—As the night grew deeper, Yuuji suggested taking a walk around the city to clear your mind. The streets were quieter now, the hustle and bustle of the day fading into the background as the two of you wandered aimlessly. The city lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the path ahead, and for a while, it was just the sound of your footsteps on the pavement and the soft murmur of Yuuji's voice as he tried to lift your spirits.

He kept the conversation light, throwing in jokes and playful comments, hoping to see a smile on your face. The night air was cool, but Yuuji’s presence was like a comforting blanket, wrapping you in warmth and familiarity.

"So," Yuuji began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "if you had to pick one celebrity crush, who would it be? No second guesses allowed!"

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I got too many to choose from, and besides you have been hanging out with Todo too much from the looks of that question?"

"C’mon, it’s just a fun one!" Yuuji nudged you lightly with his elbow, a grin spreading across his face. "I'll go first. Jennifer Lawrence! No second guesses there!" He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at you expectantly. "Sooooo what's your type? C’mon, I know it’s gotta be good!"

Rolling your eyes, you answer "Henry Cavill"

Yuuji stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he processed your answer. "Henry… Cavill?" he repeated, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He paused for a moment, the wheels turning in his head. "I'm not Henry Cavill…" he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, the sound lightening the mood between you. Yuuji’s expression was a mix of mock hurt and amusement, and you could tell he was trying to figure out how to compete with someone like that.

"And, I'm not Jennifer Lawrence!"

As you continued walking, Yuuji noticed you had relaxed a little, the tension in your shoulders easing up as you laughed at his antics. But just as things started to feel lighter, a familiar figure caught your eye in the distance. Your steps faltered, and Yuuji immediately noticed the change in your demeanor.

He followed your gaze and his stomach twisted when he saw him—your ex, walking hand in hand with the girl you had caught him with. They were smiling, their carefree laughter filling the air as they strolled down the street, oblivious to the world around them.

Yuuji’s heart clenched at the sight of your face falling, the pain and humiliation you had been trying so hard to push away resurfacing in an instant. He didn’t think—he just acted.

"(Y/N), I need you to trust me on this," Yuuji said quickly, his voice steady but urgent. He took a step closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with a firmness that was both protective and comforting. "Don’t read too much into it, and whatever you do, don’t look at em directly Just let me hold you… and pretend to lean in, okay?"

You looked up at him, confusion and hesitation in your eyes. "Yuuji? What are you doing?"

"Just—" He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "I need you to laugh, or giggle, or something! Just play along with me, okay?" His eyes flicked briefly to your ex before returning to you, his expression softening. "Say how much you love me or something…" he added, his voice almost a whisper, as if the words were both a request and a silent hope.

You could see the seriousness in Yuuji's eyes, the determination to protect you from any more hurt, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, you trusted him. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small laugh, leaning into him as if you were sharing a private joke.

"I love you, Yuuji," you said softly, the words surprising even yourself with how easily they came out.

Yuuji’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he forgot about your ex, about the reason he had pulled you close in the first place. All he could focus on was the warmth of your body against his, the way your words made his chest tighten with emotions he hadn’t fully come to terms with until now.

But then he caught sight of your ex glancing in your direction, his smile faltering as he saw you wrapped in Yuuji’s arms, looking happier than he had ever seen you. A smug satisfaction filled Yuuji as he met the guy’s gaze, his grip on you tightening slightly as if to say,

“She’s better off without you.”

Yuuji leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and whispered so only you could hear, "You’re doing great. Just a little longer."

You nodded, resting your head against his chest, trying to block out the memory of your ex and the girl who had taken your place. With Yuuji holding you so close, it was easier to push those thoughts away, to focus on the moment instead of the past.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your ex and his girlfriend disappeared down the street, leaving you and Yuuji alone once more. Yuuji let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, his shoulders relaxing as the tension left his body.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle as he looked down at you.

You nodded, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "Yeah… I think I am. Thank you, Yuuji."

Yuuji smiled, a soft, almost shy smile that made your heart flutter. "Anytime. I just… I wanted to make sure you didn’t have to go through that alone."

You couldn’t find the words to express what you felt in that moment, so instead, you reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin. Yuuji’s eyes softened, his breath hitching at the tender gesture.

"Yuuji…" you began, your voice filled with gratitude and something else, something deeper that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

Before you could say anything more, Yuuji leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both gentle and full of unspoken feelings. It was a kiss that promised safety, affection, and a future where you could both be happy—together.

When you finally pulled away, the world around you felt a little brighter, a little less daunting, and with Yuuji by your side, you knew that you could face whatever came next.

“Honestly, Yuuji, why are you helping me? -- no, wait... thats.. not it.."

Yuuji hesitated, the words caught in his throat as he searched for the right way to express what he felt. He had always been carefree, the type of person who could easily brush things off with a smile and a joke. But when it came to you, things were different. You were different.

“Well—because…” Yuuji’s voice softened, his gaze never leaving yours as he continued, “You’re important to me. I want to treat you right… the way you deserve to be treated. He didn’t… so I want to show you what it feels like to be cared for, to be loved the way you should be.”

The sincerity in his voice, the way he said those words with such conviction, sent a warm flutter through your chest. You’d always known Yuuji was kind—his kindness was what drew you to him in the first place—but hearing him speak with such earnestness, seeing the way he looked at you, made your heart skip a beat. For a moment, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, Yuuji felt something more for you than friendship.

“Yuuji… do you think I’ll ever find somebody who cares about me like you do?” you asked quietly, the vulnerability in your voice catching even you by surprise.

Yuuji’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the question. He felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him, a mixture of longing and frustration. How could you not see it? How could you not see that the person who cared about you more than anyone else was right in front of you?

“I care about you!” The words burst out of him, raw and unfiltered. “Fucking hell, I like you! Just seeing how that piece of shit treated you pisses me off to no end! Fuck, I even thought about releasing Sukuna on him! You know how far you gotta push me to make me think like that!?”

His outburst shocked you, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Yuuji’s chest heaved with emotion, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to calm himself down. He had never meant to raise his voice at you, never meant to let his feelings spill out so violently, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of anyone hurting you—of you not realizing how deeply he cared—was too much to bear.

“I’m sorry…” Yuuji’s voice trembled, his anger melting into regret as he took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I -… I -…”

You placed a hand on his arm, the touch gentle and reassuring, and Yuuji’s breath caught in his throat. He looked at you, really looked at you, and in that moment, he realized that there was no going back. He couldn’t keep these feelings hidden any longer.

“I like you, (Y/N),” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see you at your happiest, to be the one who takes care of you the way you deserve. That’s all I want. Just… to be with you.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning, and for a long moment, you were both silent. Yuuji’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears as he waited for your response. He had bared his soul to you, laid his feelings out in the open, and now all he could do was hope.

You stared at him, your mind racing, trying to process everything he had just said. The way Yuuji looked at you—with such raw, unguarded affection—made your heart ache in the best possible way. How could you have been so blind? How could you not have seen what was right in front of you all along?

Finally, you took a step closer to him, your hand sliding from his arm to his chest, where you could feel the rapid beat of his heart. “Yuuji… I—”

But before you could finish, Yuuji leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft and sweet, yet filled with a desperate longing that made your knees weak. The world around you faded away, leaving only the warmth of Yuuji’s embrace, the taste of his lips on yours, and the overwhelming realization that this—he—was what you had been searching for all along.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you took a moment to just be—together.

“Yuuji,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t realize… I didn’t know…”

“I know,” Yuuji murmured, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “But you know now… and that’s all that matters.”

As you stood there in the quiet of the night, wrapped in Yuuji’s arms, you realized that the pain you had felt earlier—the heartbreak, the betrayal—was starting to fade. It wasn’t gone completely, but with Yuuji by your side, it didn’t feel as overwhelming, as insurmountable. Because with Yuuji, you knew you would be okay. You knew that, no matter what, he would always be there to pick you up, to make you laugh, to remind you of just how much you were worth.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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When They Feel Jealous

Satoru + Kento + Toji

Warnings: suggestiveness, swearing, mention of violence.

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Toji Fushiguro

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Solace

Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary: you hold Satoru and everything feels right again. C.W.: fluff. comfort. gn reader. longing and yearning. 0.8K words. proofreading who? A.n.: and I wrote another short Satoru thing (I'm obsessed with his pretty self what can I say). Hope you enjoy this one ♡ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✿◡‿◡

In retrospect, today is a shit day. 

That’s what Satoru thinks, at least. It’s suddenly much harder for him to maintain his facade. With the blindfold on at least no one can see the look in his eyes. He does what he usually does on days like this — they’ve been more and more common lately — he walks to your office. 

Satoru hasn’t put a name to what you are to him, he isn’t sure what he is to you either. For the past decade, you’ve both been teetering on an invisible edge, afraid of tipping to the side where love is all there is. He thinks that committing to you, verbally, could turn the world on its head. And not in a good way. As in, if people figure out how important you are to him, they’d hurt you. He thinks it without really thinking it. You are his whole world. And if not voicing his feelings keeps you alive, then he’ll keep quiet.

All he knows of today is that he needs to see you, he needs to hear your voice. Maybe you’ll indulge him enough that you’ll run your fingers through his hair, and even hold him to your chest so he can listen to your heartbeats. It’s happened many times before. 

Mostly, he wants to you to see him. You see him so well. 

The first thing he does as he crosses the threshold of your office is take the blindfold off. He knows you’ll ask him to take it off, because you need to see his eyes. You told him once that all of him, his emotions, were dancing right there. You told him you loved to see his emotions. He knew then that you wanted to say you loved him instead, but none of you ever utter those three words. 

He then he pulls the door closed behind him. You know it’s him without looking, because, once again, this has been more and more common. 

He always escapes whatever’s put him into this state and runs straight to you. 

“Rough day?” At your voice the tension in his muscles is already melting. 

He is helplessly fascinated, enthralled, by you. Your hand is already extended towards him, and it beacons him. 

You love to see his face, to see his eyes, but you hate this rough look in them. You hate this anger it carries, like he’s barely containing it. Because he deserves more than being constantly aggravated by the higher ups and their expectations of him.

Satoru is having a hard time. He’s always having a hard time but he’s “the strongest” and that doesn’t give him enough space to actually suffer through it, and really process it all. 

You also despise that. 

Because he’s only ever been Satoru to you. Not “the strongest.” Not “Gojo Satoru.” Not another sorcerer. 

Mostly your friend and almost your lover, Satoru. Your Satoru that you want to shield from everything but cannot because he wouldn’t let you anyways. Your Satoru who you cannot conceive a life with. The Satoru who often holds you like you’re the center of his world.

Satoru, who doesn’t get to sleep enough, who has to have the largest shoulders so he can carry the whole world on them, when he really needs and deserves to be held, and caressed, and soothed.

This is why he’s in your office. To be soothed. To take the roughness out of his eyes.

His face is nestled in your palm with only two steps on his long legs. These four walls always feel somewhat empty when he’s not within them by your side, being caressed. Now, your space is complete, full. 

For a few seconds more, his eyes carry something sharp and then when you stand, and he sits back onto your desk, making him eye level with you, he sighs. Then, the blue of his irises settles, softens. 

“There is my Satoru.” 

When you say these words — you say them often — he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading in his chest. He might be unsure of what he is to you, but he relishes in the idea of being yours. If he wasn’t so scared that harm would come to you he’d tie his existence to yours in every way humanly possible. He’d love to marry you, to call you his spouse, to say that he’s yours in that way. But he hasn’t even asked you out on a proper date.

What Satoru doesn’t know though, is that you’re not expecting him to. You know why he doesn’t ask. You know that if he did, you would accept without hesitation. It is strange like that, your relationship. Unnamed, yet precious, the softest, dearest thing to your heart. 

Your fingers find their rightful place on his undercut. The man seems to melt, his face nuzzles into the juncture of your shoulder and neck as you bring him to you. He wraps his arms around your middle, bringing you much closer to him. 

Once again, everything makes sense. The feeling that caused him to seek you out has disappeared. You are both where you belong, in each other’s embrace. 

a.n.: it might be time to start working on a Satoru master list (or nah bc I am lazy).

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A Dad and His Son

Dad! Toji x Mom! Reader

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Genre: Fluff

Contains: SFW, slight angst, Toji trying his hardest, Megumi is your son, mild swearing.

Synopsis: Toji is trying his best to be a good dad. Megumi just wants him to be there.

word count: 2k

a/n: let's take a break from the angst and enjoy some fluff

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"Mom, can we get this one?"

Megumi calls you over as you scan over other toys. Walking over to him, you see him pointing to a remote controlled toy car that was at least half his size. You smile at him and look at the price, your eyes almost fell out as you saw how expensive it was. Megumi continues to look at it in awe and you don't have the heart to break to tell him that you can't afford it.

As you were stuck with this dilemma, Toji arrived planning to do it for you. "Sorry kid, maybe next time." He said as he ruffled Megumi's black spikey hair. Megumi pouted and crossed his arms, "Let's go find another toy, yeah?" You console. Reaching your hand out to hold hands with Megumi once more, you three leave the toy car as you go to search out for other, more affordable, toys.

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The car comes to a stop infront of Megumi's school. "Alright, we're here. Have fun today sweetie." You say, grabbing Megumi's face to peck his cheek. Megumi pulls away, about to grab the door handle, until he pauses and looks back at you. "Mom, can dad pick me up today?" Megumi asked with his eyes gleaming. You looked surprised by his request, not being used to Megumi wanting his dad. Toji is not home most of the time, leading Megumi to depend on you more. He goes to you whenever he needs something, so it's quite a surprise to see him turning to his dad now. You smile at Megumi, thinking that this is a way of bonding with his dad, "Sure honey. I'll ask your dad once I get home."

You see Megumi's eyes light up from the hopeful chance of bonding with his dad. "Thanks mom, I'll see you later!" Megumi replies, excitedly grabing his backpack and opens the car door ready to face school. He looks back at you and gives one last wave before he left off.

Shutting the front door, you called out for Toji hoping that he hasn't left yet. You hear groans as you look up the stairs to see a newly awakened Toji with his evident bed hair. "It's too early in the morning for you to shout my name." He groans as he stretches his arms. You walk over to him with gleam, and give him a kiss as a good morning. "I have great news! Megumi wants you to pick him up from school and hangout with him!" You announce excitedly, wanting to see your two boys bond together. Toji looked at you surprised but then switched to a guilty look, his eyebrows furrowing as he scratched the back of his head. You understand the look on his face, "You won't be able to do it." You sigh as you look at him disappointedly.

"S'rry sweets, I've been called in for another request from a client. I can't refuse this one." Toji admittedly said, not daring to look at your face. You sigh once more, just imagining how disappointed Megumi would be after his dad didn't show up. You were really hoping that Toji would've taken this as the chance to break the wall between him and his son, yet his job has once again ruined it.

The school bell rings announcing the end of the school day. Megumi exits the building, tugging his shirt down as he excitedly looks around for his car. A familiar family sized car pulls up infront of the school, and Megumi tightens his hold on his backpack as he hastens his walk. His eyes glimmering, finding it difficult to contain his excitement. Once he pulls open the car door, he gets ready to greet his dad but was stunned silent once he saw his mom instead.

You smile at him softly, about to ask how school was but was cut off, "Where's dad?" He asked. His mood deflated, the excitement now replaced with disappointment as he once realizes that his dad wasn't here. You feel your heart breaking when you see the sadness in his eyes while he quietly settles inside the car.

"I'm sorry sweetie, your dad got caught up with work again." You say softly while you start to drive. "Of course, just like always." Megumi whispered to himself, looking out the window watching his classmates getting picked up by their dads. You look at your son's figure through the rear view mirror, seeing how deflated he looked. "You wanna buy ice cream? There's a store near by" you suggest, wanting to cheer up your son. Megumi only nodded as he continues to look outside.

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The front door slams open, catching your attention from the kitchen. You can hear a bag dropping and small footsteps make its way to you. Megumi's home from another day of school, riding the school bus this time. He makes his way to the kitchen, carrying a plastic container. "How was school today?" You say, wiping your hands after washing them. "It was good. We learned how to bake cookies today, so I made extras for you and dad." He shows you the container filled with chocolate chip cookies. You smile, touched from his consideration, "How wonderful! It smells really good, go put it on the table and we'll try it together." Megumi quickly goes to the kitchen counter and climbs one of the chairs. Once he opens the lid of the container, you take a bite of a cookie. Megumi waits in anticipation as he hold his hands together continuing to stare at you waiting for your thoughts. You look at him with a grin and finish the whole cookie infront of him, "Amazing! This is the best cookie I have ever tasted! It's like tasting heaven, oh how I wish I could just eat all of this right now. You did so well Megumi!" You say as you grab another cookie and gobble it up. Megumi gives a small laugh as his ears turn red from your praise.

While you two continue to eat the cookies, the front door slams open once more. A grumble could be heard, and heavy footsteps walk on the house. You see Toji pass by the kitchen, with his body slumped, clearly exhausted from his work. He doesn't turn to greet or acknowledge you at all, and instead went straight upstairs to the bathroom. The bathroom door closes, and you see Megumi's once happy face drain to one of sadness. His father not coming in to taste his hard work, nor to even look at him. With his mood now soured, he excuses himself and walks to his room.

The bathroom door opens and Toji comes out looking more refreshed after washing his face. He looks at the side and stumbles back out of surprise that you were there waiting for him. "Oh um, do you need to use the bathroom?" He says, unsure what to say to you as you continue to look at him with your arms crossed.

"There's cookies on the counter. You should try them, Megumi made them just for you."

"Oh sure, I'll try them later."

You sigh, pinching your nose, and you look at him with seriousness. "Toji, we need to talk. What's happening to you, you've been busy the past few weeks. You don't usually work this much." You see his eyebrows furrow as water drops from his head. "It's nothin, I just need the extra cash." He said while he starts to walk to the bedroom. "Is that seriously it? For extra cash? You'd rather go for the extra cash than be there for your son?" You said with slight irritation as you follow him. "I just need it right now okay? I promise I'll stop doing this shit soon." Toji said, opening the door to the room. You feel your irritation rising but you calm yourself down, turning this into a shouting fest would get you both nowhere. "Toji, your son really misses you. You've barely been there for him. You missed out on his soccer practice last week. You came late to one of his performances. Please Toji, just be there for him, your son needs you." You stop by the door, looking at his back. Silence fills the room, and only your breathing could be heard.

"I will, just trust me on this okay? I care about him just as much as you do. So just trust me and I'll fix the shit that I did." Toji softly said, his head turn to look at you. The man known to be as harsh and strong as a boulder, now looks at you with soft eyes.

"Okay, I trust you."

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The car door opens as Toji enters and settles in the passenger seat. Shiu, who was waiting for him, looked at him and threw his cigarette away. "Aight, I'm done with the job. Let's go." Toji grumbles, making himself comfortable after that messy and gory scene that he made.

"Huh, you and your lazy ass don't usually take side requests, especially if the pay isn't up to your standards. What changed your mind? Are you that desperate to gamble?" Shiu asked, interested to know his motives. Toji looked at him bored "None of your business. Oh by the way, you can drop me off by the store nearby."

"You mean the toy store just around the street? What're you? A kid trying to buy a toy his mom said he couldn't have?"

"Just shut up and drop me off there."

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The morning sun rises, the sunlight hitting Megumi's face as he slowly wakes up from a good sleep. It's Saturday, which means no school, which also means he can play videogames the whole day. He stretches his arms while yawning, feeling his tummy grumble, he moves off his bed to go downstairs. He hears music coming from the radio, and movement from the kitchen. He enters, expecting to see his mom but was met with surprise to see his dad instead. Toji places down a plate that has a stack of pancakes drizzled with maple syrup.

"Good mornin kid, made your breakfast. Go sit and eat." Toji said as Megumi is still in shock. He goes to sit on a chair, and picks up the fork to eat. "I got a surprise for you kiddo. So eat up fast." Toji said with a small smile. Megumi nods, and starts eating the pancake, making sure to savor it because it's a rare opportunity to see his dad making breakfast for him.

"Ohh, well would you look at that. Someone's in a good mood today." Megumi hears your voice from up the stairs. You have just woken up from your sleep, and found the other side of the bed empty. You hear commotion coming from downstairs so you came to check it out. And the sight has truly come as a surprise to you, a good one. You come down the stairs and kiss Megumi's forehead first before you kiss your husband, greeting them both a good morning.

"What? Can't make breakfast for my family now?" Toji said with a smirk as he returns the kiss to you. "Oh well, it sure is a rare sight to see my usually grumpy husband in a good mood." You say as you take a seat beside Megumi, with Toji serving your breakfast to you. Megumi puts his fork down, his plate clean looking like it was just washed.

"I'm done" he mumbles, looking at his dad. "Alright, follow me kiddo." Toji said, passing by him but not before ruffling his hair. Megumi face visibly shows awe after his dad's touch, and he quickly gets off his chair to follow him.

In the living room, Toji tells him to sit on the floor as he pulls up a gift. "But it isn't my birthday?" Megumi said confusedly, questioning why his dad is giving him a gift. "I know. This is just a gift for you, for doing well in school." Toji said, putting the box right infront of his son.

Megumi reaches out his arms and slowly rips out the wrapping paper. His eyes, once filled with uncertainty, now replaced with joy. His smile widening as he pulls out the toy car that he had been wanting. He looks at his dad, who was smiling, and suddenly jumps onto him to give him a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

Toji huffs with a smile, and wraps his arms around his son to return the hug. You stood by the entryway, your face showing a smile as you watch your two boys. Your heart feels like melting from the sight, as Megumi picks up the toy car to admire it.

"It's not set up yet, we gotta put the batteries in." Toji takes out a pack of batteries, and Megumi sets the toy down for his dad to complete it. Once he successfully insert the batteries, Megumi grabs the controller and tests out his new toy. You come in to join them as you hug Toji from behind.

"You good?" Toji asked, you look at your son enjoying his new toy "More than that. I'm so happy. Thank you Toji." You softly said as you take in his warmth. Toji smiles and holds you close, you two enjoying each other's presence as you both watch your son.

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○◦˚.˚ ‘cause baby now we got bad blood’

synopsis ○ the boys blowing up at you because they’re stressed

gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, itadori, megumi, toge, choso, yuta, geto

warnings swearing, angsty ig but fluffy endings

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Hi. I really love how u write Toji. Squeezes my heart everytime. 🥰 This is my first time asking… I was wondering, on a whole different prompt, it’s late and Toji is bad out of luck this time so he’s currently homeless, in the rain holding his son, Megumi, protectively to keep him dry but then comes reader, (first time meeting) taking them in with a warm welcome and treating them with care. Idk I saw an image about them in the rain and it made my heart hurt and I would want to take care of them. Thank you

A/N: This broke my heart 😭💔 Something about Toji being unable to do anything but wait for things to take a turn hurts. This was on another level of sad too because it's not just him, Megumi's there with him 🥺 I had to take breaks and go work on other incomplete works while writing this because I was literally sobbing. Since Megumi's age wasn't specified, I wrote him between the age of 5-6 years old.

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and Megumi had been walking around all day, looking for a place they could take shelter in once the downpour of rain got heavier. There were so many things on Toji's mind. What was he going to feed Megumi? What to do if they got fully drenched? What if Megumi got sick? How would he get the medicine to cure him? All these swarming thoughts were making his head pulse, but he held it together for the sake of the boy holding his hand, walking alongside him.

Nightfall came by way too fast, and before Toji knew it, all the bigger stores and supermarkets were closing. He would no longer be able to keep Megumi and himself out of the rain under the guise of just looking around, with no intention of actually buying anything. As they made their way to the store's exit, they neared the monitored aisle of prepackaged pastries and bars of candy. Toji kept his face down and covered Megumi's eyes as he shoved one small, random pouch of bread into the pocket inside his coat and speed walked out along with the dispersed mob of people leaving the store.

He broke small pieces of the bread at a time for Megumi, occasionally having some of it, too. The boy was starving and so was he, but if it were between him and his son lacking energy, he would be the one to push through the tiredness that came with being malnourished. Toji watched as Megumi chowed down, almost entirely dull eyes presenting a soft glimmer at the sight of his most cherished person stuffing his face mercilessly. It broke his heart when he had to tell him that there was no more, displaying the empty, crinkled, plastic wrapper to the boy, and watching in real time as his little face went glum.

Once they got done with their "meal" break, they kept walking towards neon signs. Toji didn't have a cent on him, so whenever him and Megumi walked into smaller and more rare 24/7 convenience stores or liquor stores, they got turned away, all of the lazy, inconsiderate people in charge saying the same thing, like it was a damn script. 'If you're not gonna buy anything, get out.' They were most likely threatened by his duffel bag—which was filled with clothes—possibly thinking he would steal from them. They were all so disrespectful, each and every one of them. Toji's blood boiled as he stared them down. He was really trying his hardest to refrain from getting violent in front of Megumi, not wanting to put him through more than he was already going through. He was trembling with rage, tired of being shooed away like they were freakish monsters. He only let go of the tension when Megumi tugged on his coat and pointed at another distant, colorful sign.

Gaining no sympathy from the store Toji told Megumi would be the last one, he gave up and resorted to just looking for some cover. Megumi got tired after walking for so long. He was teary eyed as he told Toji that his feet really hurt and it felt like there was something in his shoe scratching him, so Toji picked him up. He wrapped the unzipped halves of his coat around Megumi, hoping to shield him from as much of the rain as possible.

Eventually, they found a spot with little coverage. It was the smallest skirt of a roof, but it reduced the heavy cascade of the rainfall a little, allowing him to see more clearly.

"Gonna put you down for a little bit, alright?" Toji says, to the boy pressed against his chest. His joints hurt from the cold, but he withstood the weight of his son until he found somewhere good enough to rest.

Megumi nodded, and was put back down onto his aching little feet. He immediately clung to Toji's leg.

"I'm cold," he mumbled, pressing his cheek into rough, wet denim.

The lump in Toji's throat got worse. His vision was no longer blurry just from the rain falling into his eyes. Life faced him with yet another challenge, and maybe before, when he was on his own, he was better at toughing it out, but he's not alone, anymore. There is an entirely separate human being relying on him for survival.

"I know, Megs," he says, swiping away some of the drenched hair that obscures his son's eyes. Megumi looks a lot more like him with his hair flattened down. "Um..." He tries to steady his voice, but his throat aches. He takes a deep breath before retrying. "The rain should be gone by tomorrow." His voice quiets down a little, threatening to break, again, as warm crystals blend together with icy droplets on his cheeks. "We'll stand in the warm sunlight all day, okay?"

"Okay," Megumi responds, hugging his leg a little tighter. He sees a figure approaching in the distance, and immediately tells Toji about it. "Dad, there's someone coming," he says, pointing at the figure that seems to be getting closer and closer.

Toji clears his throat, forcing his emotions down to focus on keeping his son safe. "Stay behind me, Megumi," he says, voice low. The boy scurries to hide behind him, his rapid footsteps splashing water onto the bottom of Toji's pants. The figure comes closer, what looks to be a blue umbrella coming to light. Toji's heart is beating fast. His protective instincts are through the roof. He swears if it's someone else coming to tell him that they can't stand there, he'll actually put up his fists. He feels irritated, like he wants to shout for this speedily approaching stranger to turn around and get lost.

That is until you speak...

"Hey, are you two alright? It's raining cats and dogs out here. What are you doing outside?"

Megumi giggles behind Toji. He liked your method of saying that it's raining hard.

You tilt your umbrella back and look down, offering a friendly smile to the boy. He's got the cutest eyes, and they make brief eye contact with you before he shifts to hide behind who you assume is his dad.

Your attention goes back to the taller man. You see who the boy gets those beautiful green eyes from, but his features aren't something you would necessarily call cute. He has eyes that naturally hold a darkness to them, a straight and pointed nose, and a scar that mars one side of his lips. He's handsome in a rough and scary kind of way. He looks mean, but not mean enough for you to keep walking after you saw him.

"Please, take my umbrella. This rainfall's been pretty extreme, and you're both soaking wet."

"We can't," Toji instantly responds. "I don't have any money to give you for it. We're camping it out here 'til tomorrow."

"I'm not selling it to you," you respond, with a kind smile. "Please, take the umbrella. Your little boy is shivering. He'll catch a cold if you stay like this any longer."

Toji is hesitant, but he's keeping Megumi in mind, as well. He secretly hopes you keep insisting. "What about you, miss? You'll be walking in the rain if we take your umbrella."

"I dressed for the weather. As you can see, i'm wearing a raincoat with a hood and rain boots. You and your son aren't. So, again, please, for the love of god, take my umbrella." You extend the handle towards him, again, and this time he takes it. The heavy raindrops fall onto your head as you rush to put your hood on. You watch as Toji moves so that the umbrella covers both him and Megumi. He looks up at the water that lands on his more effective coverage, like he's expecting there to be a hole in it.

"I- We really appreciate it."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. I'm happy to help," you respond, cheerfully.

There's a pause of silence that normally would be a cue to leave, but you stay for a few more minutes to ensure that they'll be okay.

"Where are you two going? The rain isn't gonna stop for at least another hour."

Toji felt somewhat embarrassed to say this to you, even though he can positively assume that you've pieced things together by now. You're easy to talk to, and you have a kind look in your eyes. You seem to lack judgement towards him.

"We have nowhere to go. We've been kicked out of every store that's open in the area." His heart starts racing and his anger starts to bubble up again, just remembering the careless expressions and monotonous tones. "Lazy assholes wouldn't even spare us a glance as they kicked us to the curb."

At the sound of the curse word, your eyes darted down to the little boy who had been peeking at you as you spoke to his dad. Your heart ached for them. He seemed like a good man just trying to take care of his son and while normally you would be more careful about approaching strangers in the middle of the night, your mental warning signals weren't blaring.

"That's awful. I'm sorry to hear that." Your brows pinch with sympathy towards them. You look down at the little boy once more, then back at his dad, before making your bold decision. "My house is about three minutes that way. You guys can come along with me and get yourselves cleaned up, as well as sleep in my spare bedroom, if you want. I think it's a pretty good offer, but if that's not something you're interested in, i'm content with having given you my umbrella to cover yourselves." You smile at both of them and continue walking in the direction of your home.

Toji and Megumi watch as you walk off, your rain boots creating ripples in puddles with every step you take.

"What do you say, Megs? Should we follow the pretty girl to her house?" He looks down at Megumi, then glances back up to make sure he doesn't lose you.

"Let's go, dad! She's walking really fast!"

Toji grabs ahold of the back of his soggy sweater, before he starts aimlessly chasing you. "I know where she went, kid. Don't run off without me."

You smiled when you saw two shadows cut off by the dome shape of an umbrella, walking behind you. You opened the front door to turn on the porch light as well as the living room light before standing outside, waiting for them. You properly introduced yourselves once they made it to your doorstep, appreciations and humble responses being tossed back and forth for your generosity.

"Make sure to leave your shoes out here," you say, smiling as they line their soggy footwear along the front of your house. The difference in sizes made you giggle yourself.

"Alright, bathrooms over there," you point towards the hallway to your left. "It's the second door to the right. Oh, just follow me," you say, leading them in that same direction. "Let me grab some towels for you guys." They both follow along, silently, wet socks leaving footprints on the floor.

"Here you go," you say, handing Toji the towels. "There's shampoo, conditioner and body wash in there, too. I'll grab a bag for you to put your wet clothes in."

You're overly generous and Toji is utterly speechless about it. Who opens their home to strangers, so easily? It's not that he's unappreciative, he's just in shock. He's never been a lucky person. The past months have certainly emphasized it, but this was a total shift. You're a saint for offering them a place to take refuge.

"Well, i'll leave you guys to it," you say, with that same kind smile he's been seeing, before walking back to the living room.

The warm water feels heavenly on his aching body. He's happy to be able to clean himself up with good soap, wash his greasy hair, and clean under his fingernails. The treatment went to Megumi first. The boy basked in the warm water and the clean scent of the shampoo lathered into his hair. He didn't enjoy having his feet cleaned because there were blisters on them. That was the scratchy, stinging feeling he felt earlier. Toji told him he would ask if you have a first aid kit and he calmed down a little. He now sits in a towel on the toilet seat cover, waiting for Toji to finish up. Once Toji comes out of the shower, he fishes through his duffel bag for clothes to dress Megumi and himself into. Most of it is damp, but it's all they have.

Toji opens the bathroom door and is met with the sound of a plastic bag rustling on the floor. It's for the wet clothes, like you said. He throws the bundle of soggy clothes into the bag and ties it up, leaving it on top of his duffel bag, against the wall.

Toji doesn't know what to do when he finds that you're not around. He doesn't want to intrude anywhere he isn't supposed to, but he ends up peeking into rooms with open doors, Megumi trailing right behind him.

He thinks maybe you aren't in one of them until he sees a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. He checks again, a little more carefully this time and catches a glimpse of you changing out of your clothes. He puts a hand over Megumi's eyes, but freezes there, absorbing the sight of you tugging your shirt off and slipping out of your pants. That enormous raincoat really worked to hide your gorgeous body. You're a heavenly sight for incredibly sore eyes. Toji knew it was wrong of him to stand there and watch you undress, so once you unhooked the clasps of your bra and he saw your unrestricted, naked back, he snapped out of his trance and looked away. He was aware of how perverted it was for him to get that far, so he didn't stand there for much longer, especially, since Megumi was there clawing at his hand to get it off his eyes.

He turned Megumi around before uncovering his eyes and pulled him along to wait in the living room for you to come out.

A couple minutes passed and you came out to the living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey, did the shower do you guys any good?" You ask. They're awkwardly standing next to the couch instead of sitting on it.

"Sure did. Thanks for that. Also, any chance you got a first aid kit or just some bandages lying around? The kid's got blisters on his feet."

Your heart sinks. It must have been hell for both of them to walk around and stand in those wet socks and shoes all day.

"Oh god, yes. Give me one moment. Sit, sit," you say ushering them to take a seat on the couch. "Get off your feet. You both must be exhausted. Just- One sec." You put a finger up, quickly making your way to the cabinet where you keep your kit, returning to the pair in seconds.

"Poor baby," you coo, offering a soft look to the boy as you hand the kit to his dad. "There should be all kinds of stuff in there. Alcohol wipes, ointment, bandages- It's a first aid kit, what am I telling you this for?" You laugh, lightheartedly, making the corners of Toji's lips twitch with held back amusement. "You guys hungry?"

Megumi's eyes instantly make contact with Toji's. His wide-eyed expression makes you smile. It's as if he's trying to desperately communicate that he is, to his dad, so he doesn't have to directly tell you.

"I mostly have ingredients for breakfast. I hope you don't mind. As you can see-"

"Ow, ow, ow!" Megumi cries out, abruptly pulling his foot out of Toji's hands.

Toji retracts the alcohol wipe, his other hand still suspended in the air. "I know, Megs, but we gotta get them cleaned up or they'll get worse."

"It h-hurts. No, I don't want to do this," he says, his voice shaky and paired with weary, glossy eyes.

"I know, bud. I'm sorry. I'll try to get it done as fast as I can."

Those words aren't very comforting to the one who's on the receiving end of the pain. Megumi can't see the damage or how quickly Toji is working. All he can feel is the excruciating, merciless burn, of rubbing alcohol on open skin.

"Hey," you call, smiling as you plop down right beside him. Toji lifts his gaze, his protectiveness towards Megumi completely instinctive. "I have some questions that I think only you would know the answers to. Not even your dad would know the answers to these extremely hard questions." You nod at Toji, as if giving him a signal for him to continue on with the cleansing. He grabs the boy's ankle and lifts his foot, revealing the scattered spots of peeled back skin on the sole.

"Do you know the name of the dinosaur with the reallyyy tiny arms and the long tail?"

"Uh... um... it's a-" he cuts himself off with a cry and attempts to pull his foot back again. Toji's grip is a little tighter, this time.

"It's got reallyyy tiny arms and it's tall and it stands on two feet," you say, enthusiastically, ruffling his hair to keep his attention on you.

"T-Tyrannosaurus... Rex," he responds, through quivering lips.

"Yeah! You got it! Alright... I think that was a little too easy for you. Let's see... Oh! What is the name of the planet in our solar system with the really big rings around it?"

You glance over at Toji as he finishes up wrapping the boy's foot. One more foot to go. He grabs Megumi's other ankle, examining the damage and his expression is something of hurt and empathy. He sighs before ripping open another alcohol wipe packet.

"That's Saturn. It comes after Jupiter."

You smile, proudly. "That's right! You're too smart for my questions." Megumi giggles, blushing at your praise. You scramble to think of another question when you see Toji lean in, bringing the alcohol wipe close to the bottom of Megumi's foot, again. You can't focus. You're worried about how he'll react when the wipe meets his broken skin.

"Um..."

"Ow! Stop! Stop it, please!" He throws his arms around you and sobs into your side.

"Megumi." Toji's tone is still gentle, but there's a tinge of warning, like he's trying to convey that it's inappropriate for him to just latch onto you like that.

"Oh, it's okay, sweet boy. It's alright," you coo, as he continues to cry. You look at Toji, your sympathetic expression taking in the stern one he holds on his son. "Can I hug him?" You ask.

Toji's gaze flits to yours and when he sees the sadness in your eyes, he has no other choice but to soften up. You asking for permission to hug his suffering child, is only further proving your saintly status. Who in the world is this good?

"Yeah, that's fine. It only seems fair since he already attached himself to you." A faint smile appears on his lips, before he returns his gaze to the bottom of Megumi's foot.

You sigh in relief and immediately embrace the sniffling boy. "It's almost over. Just a little longer. When it hurts just squeeze me as hard as you can, okay?" You give Toji a tight-lipped smile, and nod like you did before.

He resumes, wiping at the raw skin of his poor son's trembling foot. Megumi continues to howl in pain, the sound of his muffled, shaky breathing, entirely heart shattering. He's holding onto you, tightly, pulling at your shirt as he squirms around.

You watch Toji finish up tending to his wounds by bandaging his foot, like he did to the one before. As soon as he lets go of Megumi's ankle, the boy is quick to bring his legs up to curl up entirely into you. "See? It's all over, honey. All done."

Toji has the most guilt-ridden expression you've ever seen. He closes up the kit and sets it aside on the arm of the couch, his hands folded as he watches his son search for comfort in the most comfortable stranger they've met in so long. "Why don't you go give papa a hug?"

The boy loosens his hold on you and looks at you with his puffy, green eyes, nodding before he crawls over to his dad. He's careful to not put pressure on the bottoms of his feet and the second he's in his dad's familiar embrace, he starts crying again. Toji smiles, tenderly, a soft laugh sounding out as he cradles his son's head with one hand, while the other keeps him close. You see his eyes shine a little more, like he's holding back strong emotions. It's an entire sight of clear adoration.

"You're so strong, buddy. I'm proud of you." He presses a kiss to the top of his head, shutting his eyes as he holds him for a couple minutes.

"Can we have food?" Megumi asks, his voice meek when he wiggles out of Toji's arms. He looks up at him with brilliant, pleading eyes. Toji's gaze flits to you, then back to Megumi with uncertainty.

"Right, food. Like I was saying before." You laugh, nervously. You're somewhat embarrassed about what you're going to reveal. "Most of what I have is for breakfast. I work in the morning and as you know now, I stay out pretty late. I don't have time to come home and make dinner, but, I always have time for pancakes."

A small voice chimes in. "I like pancakes."

You gasp. "You do?"

The boy smiles, still slightly reddened eyes looking back at you as he nods. He sniffs before elaborating. "Yeah, my dad took me for my birthday one time."

Your heart ached so much throughout the short amount of time that you've known them. You've wanted to cry so many times now, but you haven't for the sake of them not seeing it as pity. You are offering your utmost support and that's all.

"Your dad took you to get pancakes for your birthday?" You receive another enthusiastic nod from the boy. "That's awesome! I bet they were sooo good, huh?"

"Uh-huh! Can I have some pancakes?"

"Please," Toji whispers, correcting his manners.

"Please?"

You look at Toji and laugh, luring another soft smile from him. "Sure. How many?"

"Six, please."

"Megs, that's a lot," Toji says, running his fingers through his damp hair.

"No, no. Six pancakes coming up. What about you?" You ask Toji.

"Uh... Actually, that's alright. I don't wanna inconvenience you anymore than we already have."

"Shush, it's not an inconvenience. I'm cooking for both of you. How many pancakes do you want, Toji?"

His name should not have sounded so soft. It sounded like you were talking to someone you really care about, like someone you've known forever.

"Four, please."

"Six as well? Coming right up."

-

They both sat at the table, waiting for you to finish cooking. Toji had already asked if you needed any help, and you told him that you could handle it, but as he watched you move around the kitchen, the guilt started biting at him again. He told Megumi to stay in his seat and that he would be back.

"Anything I can help you with?" He asks, again, leaning against the frame of your kitchen's entryway.

"You already asked me this. Go sit with your son. I've got this all under control."

He doesn't move an inch and instead decides to stick around and make you nervous by watching your every move.

You sigh, defeated. "You really wanna help me with something?"

"Of course. Let me earn all of this, sweetheart."

You know he means nothing by the word. It's probably just the way he talks, but it's got your heart racing just a little bit. You compose yourself and push down these flustered feelings and turn off the stove.

"Can you bring down the plates and utensils?" You point at their respective locations and he moves immediately.

"Mhm. What else?" He asks, bringing down three plates.

"Does your son like chocolate milk?" You ask, taking the plates from him to begin serving the portions of food.

Toji looks over at Megumi who's swinging his feet and tapping his fingers against the table, patiently waiting for his meal. "He loves it."

"Well, I have chocolate syrup and milk in the fridge if you wanna make some for him." He freezes, just standing there while mumbling out a couple placeholder words. His awkwardness is cute. "You can open the fridge, Toji." There's no bite to your tone, more like underlying encouragement.

"Sorry. Don't wanna be disrespectful and touch things without your permission," he says, opening the fridge and grabbing the half gallon of milk and the bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Don't worry about it. Cups are up there," you say, pointing to the cabinet next to the fridge. "You can open the cabinets, too," you joke.

His lips twitch with amusement at your teasing. Your sense of humor is refreshing. There hasn't been much for him to smile about, lately, but you fit right into that very short list. You're just so easy going and warm and completely inviting. You must be loved by everyone.

"Food's served. Help me with the last plate, please?" You grab the bottle of maple syrup and hold it against your side so you can pick up the two full plates on the counter, unable to carry the third one. He finishes mixing up the chocolate milk and puts the ingredients away, before joining you and Megumi at the table. You're setting down Megumi's plate, smiling at the way he stares hungrily at the food before him. His visible excitement is heartwarming yet saddening.

You know they both have to be starving... Which is why you don't say a thing when they start scarfing down their food. They're devouring the eggs and pancakes. The bacon is already gone. Megumi took a huge gulp of his chocolate milk and immediately started stuffing his face with food again. You focus on your own meal and pay no mind to the lack of conversation. Neither of them are looking at you, too busy filling the almost bottomless pit of their stomachs. Occasionally, you look over at Toji. It goes without saying, but there's no judgment for his manners, either. You excuse his impatience for wanting to eat more, just as you excuse Megumi's. You hold nothing but respect for him, as a single father raising his son through such a difficult time.

They had the same mannerisms. Pushing their plates forward when they finished their seconds, wiping their faces of anything that littered them, and groaning with their bellies full of food.

"Sorry you had to witness that," Toji finally says. The tips of his ears are red and he's finding it hard to look at you without feeling ashamed for the way he ravaged his meal.

You smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you liked the food."

"Oh, yeah. Best breakfast i've ever had."

You laugh at his compliment. "You're exaggerating. There's no way."

"Why would I lie to you?" He asks, smirking at the color blooming on your cheeks and the huge smile stretched on your face.

"To be polite? I don't know," you say, through remnants of your laughter.

"Nah, I see no reason to lie to a sweet girl like you." He's pushing it on purpose. Your smile is as sweet as the syrup used on the pancakes. He likes it a lot. "I stand by what I said."

Megumi doesn't understand what's going on. All he sees is his dad and the really nice woman who let them stay in her house, going back and forth over something, laughing. He looks up at Toji and wonders why his cheeks are so red and why his eyes so shiny, and then he looks up at you and wonders why you're smiling so big and laughing so much. He doesn't get it, at all, but then his name is mentioned.

"Megumi can back me up. He even licked the plate," Toji says, bringing attention to the boy. "The food was great, huh, Megs?"

He's silent, for a few seconds—shy, due to the two pairs of eyes on him. "I really liked it," he says, quietly. "More than the... birthday... pancakes..." he trails off at the end, scared of how Toji might react. Toji just pats his head, as if insinuating that it's okay for him to feel that way.

"See? Kids are harsh with criticism, too. You know he's telling the truth when he admits that this was better than his birthday pancakes. After I took him to the restaurant, he wouldn't stop asking if we could go again for his next birthday."

You smile and look down at your own empty plate, feeling bashful over all their love towards your strange breakfast at midnight. "Well, thank you. Now that you've eaten, you must be pretty tired, huh?" You can see it clear on their faces. Toji has the eye bags of a father with a newborn child and Megumi doesn't even attempt to hide his tiredness, his chin resting in his palm. "I'll take care of the dishes once I show you your room," you say, standing from your chair. They stand up in tandem, and follow you through the living room. Toji swoops up his duffel bag and the plastic bag of wet clothes from where he left them against the wall, taking the minimal belongings he and his son have to this temporary placement.

"Don't mind how boring it looks," you say, standing against the door as they walk in. "It's mostly just me sleeping in here. It's weird because I have the master bedroom, yet I change the room I sleep in almost every night."

Megumi instantly makes himself comfortable, letting out a big sigh as he spreads his limbs over the bed. He lies right on top of the covers instead of getting under them, scared of grazing his feet against the blanket and hurting them.

"We're sharing the bed, Megs. Turn down the starfish act."

You press your lips together, stifling a laugh when Megumi doesn't move an inch. Toji just shakes his head and fishes out a plastic bag with their hygiene products. "Your teeth are gonna fall out if you don't brush them," he says, earning an irritated whine from the boy, before he flutters his eyes open and sits up, ready to do as he's told.

"I'm gonna go get those dishes washed and the kitchen organized," you say, with a polite smile. "I'll be awake for a while, so if you need anything, let me know."

"We really appreciate it," Toji says, taking in the soft smile and nod you give him before leaving them.

He doesn't intend to let you think he's lazy by letting you clean up after both him and Megumi, alone. No, you don't deserve to be repaid that way after everything you've given them, so he tiptoes out of the room when Megumi falls asleep, hoping you're still out there and not in one of the rooms again. To his relief, you're wiping down the table and pushing in the chairs that were once occupied.

"Hey." Your body jolts at the sound of Toji's voice, your hand coming up to clutch your chest. "Shit, my bad," he says, grinning at your reaction.

"No, I just thought you both were asleep already. Is everything okay? Need another blanket?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, it's surprisingly warm in that room. I let the kid ball up in the blanket and I opened a window. Hope you don't mind."

You shake your head, permissibly, and continue on wiping down the table.

"So... what's the deal with you coming home to no one? Is your partner out of town or something?" He stands behind the chair he sat in before, hands resting on the top of it.

"No." You laugh. "I'm living the solitary life. I go out with friends, but it's usually just to catch up with them, not to meet someone new."

He hums, then clicks his tongue. "That's a real shame."

"How come?" You ask, folding up the damp cloth in your hands. You make eye contact with him, as you await his response, and your heart is suddenly beating so fast. He's attractive. It's a fact you haven't refuted since you first saw him, but you can't let yourself be outwardly nervous because of it. You're supposed to be creating a hospitable environment for him and his son. So far, so good, but now it's just you and him talking. Two adults, now able to discuss adult matters without censorship. It's a lot more real.

"You're damn good at caring for people. Guess I thought it would be fair to assume that you had someone to practice on."

"No, it's just in my nature," you say, pushing in the final chair. You move to the kitchen and set the cloth down on the countertop next to the stove. "Can I ask you something? Feel free to change the subject if it's too personal."

He knows exactly what you're going to ask, and he's ready to respond. He hasn't been asked about this in a while, but he hasn't been thinking about it, either. There's too much about survival and Megumi going on in his mind.

"Shoot," he says, watching as you wipe down the counter.

"Where is Megumi's mom?"

Plain and simple. No assumptions or guesses added so that there is no inflicted damage accompanied by your curiosity.

"She's dead."

Plain and simple. No need to dramatize or tread around the fact. It's just a statement to those he tells.

You feel your stomach twist and your blood runs cold. You stop what you're doing and look at him, attempting to keep your expression neutral, despite the fact that he just dropped something so heavy. You flinch when he laughs.

"You're pale as a ghost. That's the best reaction i've gotten so far."

"Sorry," you manage, through a barely there smile. You've never met a widower. It's strange how nonchalantly he let you know about it. "How did Megumi handle it?" You ask, hesitantly, resuming your cleaning of the countertop.

"He didn't know her. This probably sounds dickish for me to say, but i'm glad he still hadn't gotten attached to her, when she passed."

"No. What you said... it's justified," you say, disagreeing with his personal offense. "You're doing a great job with Megumi. He's such a sweet little boy. I don't know your story, but please know that I will never judge you for what's led you to this point. All I will say is that your efforts are visible, and that says a lot about you. More than you may think."

He goes quiet. Not to intentionally make you uncomfortable, he just hasn't felt this good about himself in a very long time. This seems like some sort of illusion. What if he's actually on the ground, passed out from the lack of nutrients in his body and this is his dream? It's such a sweet dream and he selfishly doesn't want to wake up, but Megumi. There's only one way to find out.

He steps closer to you, slowly, while admiring the focus you have on the counter that you returned to a pristine state. When he's directly next to you, he just stands there, silently, until you turn your attention to him. You leave the towel on the counter and look up into his tired eyes.

"Can I give you a hug?" You ask, not moving your hand from where it rests on the surface, until he responds.

He nods and steps into your embrace, and though you're smaller in frame than him, your warmth envelops his entire being at the speed of a lightning strike. He feels the way Megumi must have felt earlier, drawn by your comforting presence. A minute goes by and he still hasn't retracted his arms. He feels a lump in his throat—his emotions are beginning to overpower him. He can't hold them back the way he did before, when he was trying to protect Megumi from you— the person who turned out to be their savior.

He holds you tight against him, uncaring of the vulnerability that rushes him as he lets you surround him. He's crying into the shoulder of a stranger, and in that moment, there's nothing wrong with it. There will never be anything wrong with it. The thought of possibly never seeing you again induces more tears and makes him hold onto you even tighter. He doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to take Megumi back outside, where people are rude for simply wanting temporary shelter. You showed them a tenderness that he will never be able to get out of his head. He's sure that even if you never reappear in their lives, Megumi will ask about you over and over again, the same way he relentlessly asked for those birthday pancakes.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, muffled by your shoulder. You respond by simply hugging him tighter. He still isn't letting go, and you've decided that you won't be the first to pull away. It doesn't cost you a thing to be his confidant for a moment. Who knows how long he's had this all pent up? He can't exactly break down in front of the person who relies on him. Especially, when it's a child who could easily be frightened by the sight of an adult crying.

He squeezes you once more, before loosening his hold on you. His arms still cling to your sides and he's still really close, but now he's looking into your eyes, the blurriness subsiding as he blinks. You offer him a warm smile, hoping it brings the slightest bit of comfort to him, but he doesn't say a thing. He just keeps looking into your eyes. Your enticing, welcoming, entirely dreamlike eyes.

"You're gonna be okay, Toji." You pull his hands into yours. His hands are manly and rough, his knuckles dry as you brush them with your thumbs. "I promise, both you and Megumi will be fine."

"You promise?" He says, the volume of his voice reduced to almost a whisper. His gaze is softened entirely as he looks at you.

"Yes, I promise," you respond. "I've never done this before— picking a stranger up off the street, much less a package deal—but I don't regret meeting you and Megumi." You squeeze his hands, before letting them go. "I'd like to help you."

Toji's heart pangs. He's trying not to get his hopes up, but it really sounds like you're about to rescue them.

"It would be heartless of me to house you for only a night, just to release you both into the same struggle you went through before. Megumi's feet need to heal and i'm sure you need to heal, as well. You both just really need to rest," you say.

"What?" He immediately feels stupid. He heard everything you said, but the astonishment he felt, spoke before he could think of what to say.

"You guys wanna be my roommates?" You simplify. "I know you barely know me and I barely know you, but people find roommates on websites all the time. It's not really so different this way, is it?"

He laughs, the sound somewhat congested from his previous wave of emotions. "Guess not."

You chuckle. "There's not much to watch out for with me. I go to sleep late so you might hear me laugh at something stupid on my phone, but that's about it."

His heart is racing. He already proved that this isn't a dream, but it's all so much. It's so sudden. Of course he's not gonna say no. Him and Megumi are finally somewhere safe, with someone who cares and isn't asking for anything in return. You want their company. You interacted with them, you tried to get to know them. You tried to get to know him. You let him get close enough to hold you and cry on you, and through it all, there wasn't a single ounce of judgement from you. Of course he's not going to say no. Who would pass up an opportunity like this?

"No...? Yes...? I swear i'm not that bad," you say, laughing.

"I would be real stupid to say no, and that's something I can't afford to be."

You smile. "Perfect." You pick up the towel and throw it into the used pile. "You should probably go to bed. You haven't rested properly in a while. Some sleep would do you good."

He nods. "Yeah, but are you done out here? You need help with anything? I know me and the kid were pigs for leaving our plates unwashed like that. I swear it won't be like that all the time with us."

"You're okay. I'll give you a pass this time because you just got here." You give him a teasing smile. "And yeah, i'm all finished here. I'll head to bed in a few minutes."

You said that you were done and then you continued to organize more things in the kitchen, so Toji stayed to keep you company. You turned down his help multiple times, so he ended up getting comfortable by leaning back on the kitchen counter. He watched you walk back and forth, putting the dishes you washed back in their place.

One day you won't lie about things being done so that he can run off to relax while you continue to do things alone. You'll get better at asking him for help and if you don't, he'll have to be more insistent, but for now, he's content with lingering so that you aren't alone.

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⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 'you don't know you're beautiful'

synopsis ○ cancelling a date because you don't feel pretty, fem!reader

gojo, namani, toji, sukuna, geto, itadori, megumi, toge, yuta

warnings: swearing

[platinosweet]

“From who?”

╰┈➤ context ; in which a secret admirer sends you flowers !

includes ; gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ fluff, swearing

minors dni !!

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[platinosweet]

Suggestive

"Tojiii," you squeal when he picks you up, before using his back to shut the car door. You lean forward and take a long whiff of the cologne he spritzed on the collar of his shirt. "Mmm... you smell so good. You trying to seduce me?"

He chuckles at the way you go back and sniff around his neck, like a dog. "Is it working?"

You inhale deeply once more, sighing exaggeratedly before responding. "Uh-huh. Want you to fuck me. Ugh, Toji, baby, i'm ready for you," you say, getting a head start by kissing his neck.

"Nah, pretty girl. Can't do that to you, tonight." He pins you to the door to keep you balanced as he fishes for the keys in his pocket.

"What?" You say, pausing the movement of your lips, your mood quickly deflated.

"What?" Toji repeats, looking at you as he turns the key in the lock. He lifts you off the door before opening it, keeping his eyes on yours.

"Am I not fuckable? You really don't wanna do me?"

"What are you even talking about, ma?" He shuts the door, locking it before carrying you to the bathroom to help you out like he usually does after a night out with plenty of drinks at your disposal.

"You..." your eyes start watering, enormous tears quickly forming and gliding down your cheeks. "You said you don't want me."

"That's not how I meant it, baby. Don't cry."

"What. Ever. I don't care anymore. Just... just put me down," you say, pushing at his chest.

"We gotta get you ready for bed," he says, setting you down on the edge of the sink. He grabs the pack of makeup wipes from the drawer you told him you keep them in and pulls a wipe out. "Close your eyes."

You do as he says, but only because you're stuck there until he moves out of the way. "I'm..." you sigh, heavily. "I'm s-sleeping on the couch, tonight."

"Mm... and why's that?" He asks, while focusing on wiping off the mascara from your eyelashes, and the trail that made its way down your cheeks. He's not concerned for what you said, because he knows for certain that that won't be the case at all.

"'Cause you don't love me. You've made it clear that you don't want to touch me. If we sleep in the same bed, my leg might graze yours." You laugh. "Who knows what'll happen if that happens. I'm surprised you even wanna be this close to me, now."

Toji sighs, throwing out the spent makeup wipe. He rests his hands on the counter, on each side of you, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips. "Just got even closer, mama. What are you gonna do?" He laughs at your widened eyes, and when your expression contorts to one of sadness again, he can't help but maintain the amused grin on his face at how quickly your mood shifted.

"Be sad," you respond, softly. "You don't wanna make love to me? How can you kiss me and not want more?"

The sound of your voice breaking softened him up a little more. That and the insufferable look of hurt in your eyes. "Hey, look at me," he says, cupping your jaw to manually bring your gaze back to his. "It's not like that, at all. Don't cry over this, sweetheart." He runs his thumbs beneath your eyes, brushing away your returning tears. "You know I love you and I want you all the time, but I'm not gonna touch you like that when you're drunk." Your pretty eyes are killing him with how sad they look. Your cheeks are reddened and warm from the mix of the alcohol in your system and your emotions, and your lips are trembling. "Baby, you can't even walk straight. I'm not gonna take advantage of you. Stuff like that is only done by shitty people. You understand?"

"No," you choke out through a sob, breaking open the dam of your emotions.

"Of course you don't," Toji says, a soft smile taking over his features as he picks you up again and carries you to the room. He sets you down on the bed, propping you up against the pillows so you don't fall over. He can hear your sniffling subside as he rummages through your drawers, searching for something to change you into.

"You wanna wear shorts or just one of your really big shirts?" He asks, spotting your favorite oversized t-shirt. You don't answer, keeping your attention on your hands, letting him talk to himself like he's a crazy person. He calls for you, again, nothing more than a "ma", just incase you don't answer again. As he expected, more silence.

"Oh, so you're just not gonna talk to me, anymore?" He asks, turning to look at you, catching the way you shake your head slightly, still not looking at him. He grumbles to himself about your little attitude, before turning back to the dresser. He closes your drawers and opens one of his, fishing out one of the black shirts he always wears, before making his way back to you.

"Arms up," he instructs, grabbing onto the hem of your blouse. You sluggishly roll your eyes and lift your arms, allowing him to pull it off. He unfolds his shirt and scrunches it up so that he can facilitate the process of getting it on you. "Alright, put your arms in," he says, when you just sit there, unmoving. Again, your attitude shows as you follow his instructions, but the second your arms go in the holes and the material of the normally short sleeves extends to your forearms, you gasp.

"Your shirt?" You ask, enthusiastically. "It's your shirt?!" You ask, again, with the most lovestruck look on your face.

Toji snickers. "Yeah, baby. That's my shirt." Your eyes are filled with so much light, it's ridiculous how little it took to get this reaction out of you. You're literally giggling to yourself over a shirt, and he can't see it as anything short of adorable. "Alright, alright. Let's finish up so we can go to sleep."

You're a lot more willing to listen to him, now that your mood is boosted. You unbutton your shorts and lift your hips to slide them off, handing the article to Toji so he can put it in the dirty clothes hamper.

"Gonna go get some stuff from the kitchen. Be right back," he says, glancing at you before leaving the room. Not even two minutes later when he returned, you were already fast asleep, quiet breaths flowing past your lips. You laid on your back, your arms folded above your head. Toji shut the bedroom door before walking over to your nightstand to set a couple of ibuprofen tablets down beside a glass of water. He swiped his thumb over the corner of your lips, collecting the small patch of drool that glistened on your skin and wiping it off on his sweats. He went back to turn off the light, and quickly made his way to his side of the bed.

He turned you onto your side, earning a few irritated whines from you due to the disturbance. "I know, I know," he murmurs, pulling his shirt down to cover your exposed hip. He stayed up a little longer, to keep you from shifting onto your back when you stirred. His hand stayed firm on your waist, preventing you from moving much at all, and occasionally he got to laugh through his nose at your nonsensical sleep ridden mumblings.

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Sukuna x Reader where you have gained weight and Kuna cheers you up (in his own way)

Warnings: Just a bit suggestive at the end

You were standing in front of the mirror, eyes glued to your reflection. Your boyfriend, Sukuna, was staying over for the night and you were about to surprise him with his favorite red, lacy lingerie set.

But something was wrong.

You stared at the fat sticking out from your stomach, your thighs and your arms. Especially your stomach, that was rounder and jutting out. You raised one of your arms and noticed they were flabby.

The lingerie set that made you feel so sexy and was always your number one weapon to seduce your grumpy boyfriend, for the first time, was tight and you couldn't help but think it looked so unappealing on you.

Your mind was racing. You can't leave the room and surprise him like this. Maybe you could wear something else. Maybe surprise him in one of his shirts that were too big for you since he was a very very large man. But would you really be able to deal with him seeing your body when he takes it off--

"The hell are you doing, woman?"

You jumped and turned to see Sukuna leaning against the door frame. A scowl etched on his face. His arm crossed against his broad chest as he raked his deep red eyes across your body.

You couldn't help but cover yourself with your arms. "The hell are you doing, Kuna? I was supposed to surprise you!"

"Surprise me? You were gone long enough for me to think you were fucking dead or something."

You huffed and your eyes gleamed with stubbornness. "So I was taking my sweet time. Big deal." You hugged yourself tighter. "And besides... This is too tight on me. I'm gonna wear something else. I.. might have to put this set away for a while." You said, trying to keep it cool and pretend like you weren't so upset and feeling self conscious under your boyfriend's gaze.

But Sukuna stayed quiet. His narrowed eyes boring into you. He was a very perceptive man and he knows when you're upset even when you try to hide it.

With his hands shoved in his pocket, he walked closer to you until he was a few inches away. The way his tall, muscular and oh so sexy body towered over you. The way he looked down at you with a stern gaze made you shiver.

"Hand." He ordered.

You blinked in confusion at his request. He simply clicked his tongue in irritation.

The next thing you knew, his large hand shot out to grab your wrist. He pulled you closer.

And placed your hand straight to his crotch where his dick was hard and pulsing.

Your eyes widened and your face turned a scarlet hue. You quickly averted your gaze from him but his other hand shot out to roughly grab your chin and turn your face back to him.

"Look at me." He growled, his eyes reflecting a mixture of irritation, anger and lust. "If you think something as insignificant as the fat on your body is going to make me not want to fuck you, you are completely mistaken. And you want to wear something else? Like hell you're going to do that. You will keep wearing this until I get bore of it." His voice was low and threatening.

"K-Kuna..." You whispered, eyes glistening with tears and your heart warm.

"Don't you dare fucking cry, brat. Get on the bed already. I ought to punish you for even thinking these stupid thoughts."

You didn't even get to say anything as he picked you up and threw you on your bed. Needlessly to say, you couldn't walk at all the next day.

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Make it Clap or Else .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, hiromi, ino, toji

note: they pass by you at work and they don’t slap/grab your ass like they normally do, so you have something to say about it! I saw it on tiktok so I hope it made sense lol. toji’s is the best yet again… unintentionally

warnings: cursing, suggestive, sexual on toji’s, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

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"You're in the gym? Gym pics when?"

Including: Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, and Kento Nanami. (Separate chats)

Intro: new post:> Thanks for all the support in my previous, and first post💗 No matter how small or big, I appreciate the fact you all enjoyed it.

Relationship: Jjk men x Gn! Reader

TW⚠️: Mdni. Slight suggestiveness.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ TOJI FUSHIGURO⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ RYOMEN SUKUNA ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ SUGURU GETO ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ SATORU GOJO ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ KENTO NANAMI ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Outro: That's it for now💞 I'm still trying to figure this out since I also wanted to add Choso Kamo😭 But the max is 10 pictures. If I figure something out, maybe add him! Stay safe and eat healthily💗 Let us all support one another. Especially to those in need💞

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𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Sukuna x fem!reader.

Synopsis: As a jujutsu sorcerer, you were expected to fight and defend during the shibuya incident. What you didn't expect was to get light headed, and faint.

Note: Sukuna finds you after his fight with Jogo. He hadn't fought Mahoraga yet.

Cw: Slightly ooc sukuna, mentions of blood, mentions of death, slight panic attack, fire, fighting, pet names (brat, woman), fainting, comfort, angst and fluff.

Shibuya was a mess. Screams of those that are desperate to escape the barrier, screams of those dying to unleashed curses, and screams. Just screams. A nightmare.

Tonight would not be a night of normal deaths. Tonight would be a massacre.

You ran trying to find more sorcerer's, more people to aid, and figure out what the hell was going on. That's when you heard the yells.

"Nanami! Gojo is in trouble! He's been sealed!"

No. That's not possible, Gojo being sealed meant that there was going to be more of a fight. Gojo being sealed means the death rate would sky rocket.

Most important, who was sealed?

You continued to run, running towards the voice that was yelling for Nanami. That way you were around sorcerer's.

Maybe then everyone would have a chance.

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The streets were barren and silent. All survivors had been evacuated or killed. Sukuna had been released, and havoc had been wreaked across shibuya.

You didn't know who was alive.

After being caught in some of the aftermath of Sukuna's demolition and destruction, blood dripped and ran from multiple cuts and bruises you had.

Lightheaded and heavy hearted, you continued to track through the ruined streets of shibuya. It was your job as a jujutsu sorcerer. To fight and defend.

Labored breaths left your lips. You should've eaten before leaving for shibuya. Maybe drank a little water, too. It was too late for that now. You weren't going anywhere.

That's when you saw him. Sukuna, and he saw you.

You trembled slightly and turned around to sprint away. You wouldn't survive an encounter with him anyway.

"Hold it. If you move, I'll kill you."

His deep voice reached your ears, and you stopped moving instantly. He walked beside you and you didn't dare turn to look at him.

He let out a low hum before clapping his hands.

"Interesting. You hold yourself as if you have a chance escaping. Well go on then. Amuse me and run."

He said a hint of challenge in his tone. He wanted you to run. He wanted you to be the prey. Poor, helpless, prey.

So you did. Or at least you thought you had.

One foot in front of the other, but ine foot was stumbling, and the other was dragging. Your vision was turning black, and before you knew it, you had fainted.

Sukuna looked shocked for a second but rolled his eyes before catching your limp body.

"Damn brat. So weak you can't even run, how'd you even let yourself get like this?"

He scoffed and wiped a drop of blood from your brow. You looked exhausted, spent, and overworked.

Sukuna didn't feel sympathy, but he felt something. What that feeling was he couldn't describe. Hoisting you up into his arms, he carried you to a quiet curse empty place.

Not that any curse would challenge him. He just didn't want the trouble of protecting you and killing a curse. That's at least what he told himself.

Sitting down against a wall, he brought you down into his lap as he cradled you and brushed strands of hair out of your face. He hummed to himself. He couldn't lie. Your looks were remarkable. You were beautiful. He wouldn't say that out loud, though

He then looked at the cuts and wounds on your body and grunted. How did you let yourself get beaten up like this? How could you be so careless. Stupid woman.

He noticed your body tremble lightly as you slowly came back to consciousness.

"Finally. Stupid brat, I thought you'd keeled over and died like the weakling you are."

Your senses screamed at you to fight back, and your eyes pricked with tears. Your breath quickening. You didn't expect to wake up in the king of curses arms.

Let alone be alive.

You eyed him as your breath continued to quicken and a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

He looked confused. How come you were crying? He hadn't killed you, he hadn't harmed you, and he wasn't in the process of torturing you. So what were you crying about.

"I'm sorry."

You let out softly and slowly move your hands to wipe your eyes. Sukuna watches with confusion and doesn't say a word just clutches your trembling form.

Is this what you humans would call a panic attack? He couldn't quite remember what he was supposed to do to help. He remembered watching that Junpei brat have one, but sukuna wasn't the sympathetic type.

Never was, probably never would be.

That's what he thought until his hand found the back of your hair and he pulled your face into his chest.

"Don't cry. I'm not going to kill you, woman. Quit your trembling."

You listened and felt the rumble in his chest. Listened to his heartbeat, listened to the few little hums he'd let out every two minutes or so, his hand cradling your head to his chest.

Soon enough, you had calmed down and had even wrapped your hands in the uniform sukunas vessel was wearing.

Which of course came with a few grumbles of the king of curses.

"You have some nerve touching me so casually."

He said with a low growl to his voice, but you couldn't be bothered by his words simply basking jn the comfort he provided.

It's then that the man remembered seeing shoko up on a building. The doctor, she could help you.

Sukuna was starting to feel something. He knew this word all too well, though. Attachment.

He wouldn't let it last, though. He wouldn't let it.

He stood up, still carrying you and shushing your bombardment of questions.

Moving quickly, you soon found yourself on the side of a building. Higher up, you must be on a roof. Sukuna looked down at you and brushed hair away from your face again.

"Don't you dare die brat. Got it?"

He waited to see you nod and say 'yes' before he hesitantly leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss. Leaving as quickly as he had arrived.

You got up and began to walk around. You needed to see where sukuna had brought you. That's when you saw shoko and Principal Yaga.

"Oh, y/n. What are you doing over here? You're pretty roughed up."

Shoko said, finishing off her cigarette and walking over to you to exam your state.

"I uh, got lost. Ended up here I guess."

You lied as shoko lifted up your arms as you winced and closed your eyes in pain.

"Well, good thing, you're pretty injured, just come and relax. Let me take care of you."

You follow shoko and sit down reluctantly. There only lingers one thought on your mind.

When would you see sukuna again?

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college boy gojo x milf neighbor reader! | yandere if you squint

tonight was your annual laddies night out. no kids, just you and your girls sitting in a pretty restaurant in your skimpiest dresses; sipping on the most expensive wine. usually during laddies nights it was a rule, no phones. yet, you couldn’t help but look at the bright screen, dinging of your ringer going off uncontrollably.

snow white💙 : missin you. wish you were here to suffocate me with that pussy :(

snow white 💙: when are you coming back?

snow white 💙: you wouldn’t believe how hard i am for you mommy

you could only deep sigh at the multitude of messages, legs squishing together as you turned off your phone, preparing yourself for what’s to happen when you got home tonight. yet, it wouldn’t happen when you got home, but at the restaurant. gojo was already close when you had turned your phone off. was he obsessed with you? yes, and he wasn’t scared to admit it. he moved really slyly, watching as you took a sip of your drink before saying how you had to go to the bathroom. gojo followed behind you, making sure you didn’t see him

he walked into the bathroom quickly, locking the door behind him, just watching as you touched up your lip gloss- painfully unaware of your surroundings. “mommy” his deep voice scared you, his tall figure behind you in the mirror making your breath hitch. he looked good, so good in fact. a cropped jersey showing off the abs that he was never scared to show. your eyes could only skim his muscular body wetness pooling your panties, while you turned to face him.

“go? what are you doing here?” your question would go unasked, the will to tell him that he had to leave, leaving as quickly as he smashed his lips against your own. “missed you, is that so bad?” it was. “n-no pretty boy” his large hands gripped your ass in the red dress, raising it up when the kiss got deeper to slap your ass, making you moan into him. a kiss turned into you on his shoulders. gojo’s strength always shocked you, but goodness you loved it.

his face was deep in your cunt, back leaning against the sink groaning at the mouthful of wetness his mouth continued to slurp up. you began to hump your cunt into him, gripping his white locks as your orgasm approached - fast. you could hear the knock at the door, but your ears were already ringing, mouth wide as one last drawn out moan echoed out into the room. squirt filling the eager mouth.

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆,

LICK A POP! ◞ ˚⠀ ✦

╰ trying to get your boyfriend’s reaction with a popsicle in public.

★ public sexual innuendos, of course. cult leader!geto, nanami and gojo. mlist.