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[seishroo]

that anon talkin abt gojo age is so stupid.

acting like 27 isn't NEAR 30.

atp 27 is closer than 30 from whatever number u could regit be thinking of.

love ur work xoxo

HAHA that’s what i’m sayinggg! smh

but thank u babi love u xoxo

[seishroo]

it is CANON Gojo is 27. He is NO WHERE NEAR 30

hi! in my fics, most of the time the descriptions of the characters aren’t canon. i do this to fit the topic i’m aiming for.

a fanfic doesn’t always have to align with what’s presented in the manga/anime. either way it’s only 3 years off so that’s pretty close..

hope this helps! <3

[seishroo]

cw. smut mdni, age gap (early 20's + 30's), js erotic idk i like this trope bye!

“hah, feel me in there, baby?”, satoru muttered, his thick length plunging deep inside your walls, each thrust ripping a pathetic whimper from your swollen lips. 

his pace was abnormal, as if he had been possessed by an urge to completely make you helpless beneath him. he shoved you further into the wooden desk, leaning forward and caging you between his bulky torso and the cool surface. 

the intensity of it all was a humiliating testament to how well you could hold up that brattiness you gave him during class, always making side comments and rolling your eyes when he chose you to answer a question. you did everything but pay attention to whatever in the hell he taught, and you earned yourself a personalized lesson. 

…

“shit– ‘toru!”, you’d cry out, frame trembling under his brutal rhythm. your nails clawed into the wood, leaving questionable marks on his desk. “fuck, ‘s too much”, you whined, shamelessly drooling over yourself. 

“too much, hm?”, he mocked, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, keeping you in place. “should’ve thought about that before you decided to give me attitude all hour, princess”, he teased, ramming harder into you. 

you huffed at his words, wanting to argue back but you knew it wouldn’t do any good. not that you really cared, you’ve dreamt about what he’d be like ever since you first laid eyes on him. someone as good looking as him had no business being a professor, he practically signed up to have students drool over him all day. 

his cock grinded deep inside, hitting that sweet spot of yours in a deliciously slow motion, tearing choked sobs from your throat. you moaned unabashedly, completely ignorant of how loud you were being. satoru didn’t seem to mind either, a sly smirk forming on his face as he basked in the feeling of how he was dumbing you down, not some stupid frat boy you could’ve hooked up with, him – your professor. 

“mmh, ‘t-toruuu– gna cum”, you babbled over and over, jaw hanging loosely as you felt the coiling in your lower region, like a pipe ready to burst. 

“yeah? is that so?”, he’d chuckle, leaning down to mutter in your ear, “give it to me, baby”, he’d whisper, “let’s see how good you can be when you’re not running that little mouth of yours”. 

you gasped at his words, oddly enough they did the trick to send you over the edge, orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. you cried out, pussy clenching around him like it was tailored to fit perfectly. 

he wasn’t too far behind either, delivering a few more thrusts before pouring his soul into you with a low groan, hips jerking erratically. he collapsed onto your back, placing small kisses onto your sweat-covered neck. “that’s my girl”, he’d coo, “out of all the lessons i give, this’ll be the only one that sticks, won’t it?”. 

an: hahaha im back lolol ok idk what this is ive just been down bad for professor satoru do not let me in a class of his unless it's a sex ed. i will be the demonstration volunteer don't even get me started like i NEED that ok anyways...

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[seishroo]

got too shy to tell you this but i love u.. are youd own to be mooties or are you down to be in my bed!

HIIII THIS IS SO CUTE HAHAH I LOVE U TOO

i’m def down for both 😊🤤😉

but yes let’s be moots!!! heh :p

[seishroo]

Hiori from blue lock eating readers ass since we felt like we weren't good enough for him now he has to prove us wrong by eating us out until we're dumb

cw. smut mdni, ass eating, insecurity, dumbification, gun mention, little bit of sadist hiori LOOL

bf!hiori who can’t stand when you belittle yourself in any kind of way. he adores everything about you, even the things you criticize the most about yourself. 

when it came up in conversation that you felt as if you’re out of his league, he stilled beside you, lips parting and mind blanking.

“..ya really think that, hm?”, he asks, his tone low and warm. when you confirmed it with a slow nod of your head, he wasted no time pulling you into his lap to wrap his arms around you. 

despite him giving you sweet words of reassurance and a face full of gentle pecks, you still felt this unease in your stomach. hiori could tell by the look on your face and frowned, tucking a finger under your chin to have you meet his eyes. 

“y’know that ain’t true, sweets”, he whispers, eyes searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. when nothing but uncertainty reflected in those irises of yours, he slowly leaned in, gaze never wavering. “if words can’t convince ya..”, he began, your noses centimeters away from touching, “i’ll have to make ya feel it instead”.

..

“ass up”, the only words you comprehended before you were being bent over the nearest surface, bottoms shoved down with a wet, sloppy tongue diving into your puckered hole. its filthy, erotic, hiori’s eatin you up like a starved man who ain’t seen a breadcrumb in the last decade. your juices coat his chin, sticky and sweet while his tongue circles around the rim. 

“so perfect, all f’me”, hiori mutters to himself as he pushes his face deeper between your globes, tongue-fucking you like a semi-automatic rifle. you throb against his mouth, reaching behind you and tugging on those blue locks. 

“sshhhiiittt, hio..!”, you cry out, his tongue casting fucking spells that you swear make you see stars. he gives your ass a few firm slaps, making you cry out even louder.

“shh, baby”, he coos, sloppily making out with your hole just to make you whine. “jus’ let me take care of ya, ‘kay?”, he mutters before finishing the job, groping your cheeks harder. he was an animal. he could spend the entire day like this, face full of ass, not giving a fuck how sore his jaw may be. nothing’s better than hearing your sweet little mewls while you’re feeling pleasure because of him. only him. 

he was everywhere all at once. you felt every, single, last stroke of his lengthy tongue, digging in every crevice of your entire being, like flashes of heat. you roll your hips closer to his mouth, a needy groan falling from your lips. “pleasepleaseplease”, you whine stupidly before your orgasm rushes through you, blinding almost. hiori slurps up every last bit of your release, leaving no place untouched — face sticky and smeared with you. 

your body went limp as you came down from your peak, hiori’s arm snaked around your waist to stabilize you. “still think yer not enough f'me, pretty?”, he teases with a kiss to the top of your head, more than willing for round two if you still had any doubts.

there was no need for protest.

an. hi babi sorry this took me so long i kept getting too geeked thru the day n sleeping smh hope u like :3

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[seishroo]

hi babies thank u for the reqs i will get to them shortly :3

[seishroo]

rin and marathon sex cause he's a freak like that

“make her tap out” — r. itoshi

cw. smut mdni, overstimulation, reader being pathetic as hell, rin just being yummy yum yum

rin was always a beast when it came to soccer. dominating the field, he’s intense — commanding authority without even trying.

and when it comes to sex? he’s practically a machine running off of talent, ego, and pure domination. you’d think he’d be worn out from all of his matches, but his stamina never wavers when it comes to you. not even for a split second.

he’d have you in a brutal mating press, pounding into you with relentless vigor as you struggled to even catch an intake of breath, your hands scrambling for something to ground yourself with — which happened to be those godly biceps of his.

“rinnie!”, you’d whine, tears rolling down your delicate features as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. what was it now? third, fourth, seventh? who knows at this point. you were too dazed, and it seemed like he was having zero issue taking you to peak after peak after peak.

“yeah, pretty baby?”, he’d question just to humor you, acting as if he was paying attention to anything you had to say. he didn’t need to know what you were thinking, your pussy spoke for you — fluttering around his cock frantically. he’d continue to thrust into you, hard and deep. he was clearly getting a kick out of sending you far past mere overstimulation.

he’d push down on your tummy, feeling how deep he was inside of you. “tsk, you feel that, baby?”, he’d ask between thrusts, watching exactly what it does to you. “feel me in there?”, he’d chuckle, grasping the back of your knees tighter and pushing your legs back further, folding you like a fucking beach chair. “shit, ‘s like this pussy was made just for me”, he’d mutter, hitting your sweet spot over and over with the new angle.

you could barely come up with a response, just incoherent babbles and chants of his name, your body now being a bunch of mush as he had his way with you, moans filling the room like a sweet melody.

he groaned at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, just greedy and filthy. it tightened around him like a vice, signaling your impending release yet again.

“ohmygodohmygodrinrinrin”, you’d cry out, choking on your own words as you felt yourself becoming pathetically needy for him, to soak his length in your juices again. “shhhhhiiiiittttt, ‘m gon—“, you panted before your brain short-circuited once his thumb met your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to get you there even faster.

“i know, baby”, he coos, holding your legs in place with one hand while the other abused your swollen clit. “doing so well f’me, jus’ let go, yeah?”, he’d mutter in that sexy low tone, just his voice alone could have you a mess.

in which it did, you quivered erratically as your orgasm rushed through you, back arching before your body went limp and practically melted into the bed. rin continued to fuck you through it, making sure to draw every last bit out before he spilled inside of you with a choked groan, his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

he slowly pulled out of you before pushing back in, ensuring that none of him spilled out of your hole. “you look s’pretty when you’re all messy for me”, he whispers — more so to himself given you couldn’t process jack shit at the moment, still pathetically whimpering.

he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your tummy and pushing your legs in, putting your ass in the air before burying his face in your cunt, slurping up the mixture of both of your releases and eating you out from behind. he’d chuckle at your little whines, telling him 'you can’t take anymore' and this and that. nipping at your inner thigh, he’d coo once more, “aw, you can take one more f’me, can’t you?”, before diving back into your folds.

it was in fact not one more. don’t ever believe rin when he says that shit.

an: i loved writing this tysm for the req - now i can't stop thinking abt rin LMFAOOOO

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[seishroo]

send reqs

idk wat 2 write oki

[seishroo]

cw. suggestive, marijuana use, both parties under the influence, suguru being sexy asf lolololol

your first time smoking with plug!suguru was anything but what you expected.

the two of you had hardly known each other. you only really saw him when you tagged along with your best friend to pick up some goods. at some point you began coming by yourself, just when you wanted to have something for your alone time, yeah?

usually, you two rarely spoke. you texted him when you needed, he’d tell you what he had and when to pull up, you’d show at his dorm, do your exchange, then leave. simple. your trips started to become more frequent, as if you couldn’t live without having something on you at all times. suguru noticed this, even though he was just your plug — he still worried about you. 

the next time you visited, he took it upon himself to ask, “is everything alright?”. it was simple, not too overbearing but a subtle hint of curiosity lingered. you looked at him a bit puzzled, the sudden conversation breaking the typical routine you were used to. “yeah,” you began after a beat, “yeah everything’s fine”.

“you’ve been coming more often”, he says with a deep exhale. “i don’t mean to pry, just worried y’know?”. you shrugged off his concern with a faint smile, shaking your head. “you’re not prying”, you say, “i’ve just been a bit stressed lately”, you add — enough for him to get the memo. 

he hums understandingly, “well, i’m here if you need anything”, he says. “to chat, smoke, cry, whatever. i don’t bite”, he says teasingly — but his eyes remain seriously fixed on you.

…

that’s how you ended up sitting on his couch, watching as he rolled up for the two of you.  you never really got the chance to take in how he looks, his sharp jawline and annoying perfect nose. the curve of his eyelashes, the few hairs falling into his face as he focused, those long fingers working with practiced ease. you tried hard not to stare, you really did!

he definitely knew what he was doing, and when he caught your eye, he smirked, smug and confident. “alright, first hit’s for you”, he muttered as he handed you the perfectly rolled joint. you hummed in gratitude before putting it between your lips, taking a long inhale and closing your eyes. he watched, almost skeptically. the way it sat between those pretty plump lips, your eyelashes fluttering against your skin as you exhaled. it sparked his interest in a way he never would’ve thought.

the two of you passed it back and forth until it was gone, you of course getting the last bit. when it finally hit, it hit hard. you leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. your head felt light and heavy at the same time, like you were floating but being pulled down by gravity too. you went from making small talk to having deep conversations about anything and everything. how university has been going, to past relationships.. stupid exes… how you’ve never had an orgasm before…

wait. that caught his attention. he was grinning, softly and stupidly, as if he had remembered something funny but was too lazy to explain it. he turned to face you now, and you caught the curve of his smirk, the way his eyes lingered on your lips a bit too long. 

“what?”, you questioned, feeling suffocated by the silence. he shook his head, still grinning stupidly. “you’ve never came before?”, he asked in a tone that was beyond surprised. your cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as you shook your head, now feeling intensely aware of his presence. “well, ’s a damn shame”, he said with a perfectly arched eyebrow, “you let the wrong people touch you”.

your breath hitched at his nonchalant tone, wondering if he was doing this on purpose or was just irritatingly blunt. “what? you think you could do better?”, you challenged before even thinking about what just came out of your mouth. he leaned closer, thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. “certainly”, that was all you registered before his lips were on yours, slow and deep, he was surely trying to make you melt. his hand grasped the back of your neck, keeping you in place while his kisses traveled down your jaw, chuckling whenever he felt you shiver. 

“you’re already so sensitive,” he teased, “i haven’t even truly begun”, he muttered before nipping your bottom lip. you couldn’t help but whine in humiliation, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. he softly grasped your hips and pulled you into his lap, leaning close to whisper in your ear, “trust me, i’ll make you feel everything that they couldn’t”.

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[seishroo]

cw: smut mdni, nagi being a teasing CUNT, kys jokes, exhibitionism

bf!nagi who came to make a movie instead of watch one..

the theater was enclosed with darkness, aside from the big screen light casting a dimly lit glow over the room. you and nagi had went to see a movie that you’d been nagging him about seeing for the past few weeks. now that you were here, all eyes locked on the screen — except for nagi of course.. sigh

he was slouched beside you per usual, but something felt different this time. a type of different that made you roll your eyes. you could feel his gaze burning into your entire being — but you paid him no mind. you came to watch a movie so u gon watch this mf movie hellurrr??

not even 10 minutes, 10 freaking minutes into the movie, his fingers began grazing your inner thigh but you ignored them, too hooked on the scene. inch by inch, his fingers would make their way closer to your core. and when they did, your attention span was practically snatched.

with feather light touches over your clothed cunt, nagi gently rubbed you, almost torturously slow. “seii”, you whispered, “not here”, you protest but your body seems to say otherwise.

“keep watching the movie, pretty baby”, he murmurs as he continues his annoyingly slow pace. “just let me take care of this needy lil thing, yeah?”, he whispered against your ear.

you huffed lightly but shrugged, gaze already shifting back to the screen. you were doing so well until you felt those lengthy fingers go into your drenched panties — two of them easily sliding inside of your eager cunt. “she’s suckin me in, greedy lil girl”, he teases in a low tone, angling his fingers to meet your sweet spot.

you felt light-headed, the only thing you could think of was how good he was, hitting your gummy spot over and over, pulling involuntary mewls from you left and right. 

“keep quiet, angel. don’t want anyone to know what a dirty lil’ girl you are, hm?”, he teases once more before quickening his pace.

fuck that, he started this! how he gon call you dirty when he’s the one touching all up on you!!! all you could hear was his teasing tone, whispering cruel little things in your ear while you became a trembling mess. your eyes rolled back in bliss once you felt that familiar tightening in your tummy, biting down on your hand in preparation. 

“uht uht, baby”, nagi whispers, slowing his pace. you huffed in annoyance at the loss of friction. “eyes on the screen”, he softly commands — only returning his pace once you complied. 

“that’s m’girl”, he coos against your jaw, breathing heavily. “s’good for me, so so good”

you choke on a breath when you feel yourself reaching climax again, trying your best to keep your gaze on the screen while clutching nagi’s forearm. “seii, pleasepleaseplease ‘m so closee”, you whisper desperately, needing release more than anything.

“aw, givin’ up on me already?”, he questions. “where’d all that eagerness for the movie go?”, he teased. you glared at him from the corner of your eye, not having the time for his bullshit right now. 

“alright, i guess you deserve it,” he says in a mock-defeat tone. “cum for me baby, let go”. he’s barely able to get the words out before you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices soaking your panties even further. he puts his fingers in his mouth, harvesting your sweetness with an amused glint in his eyes. “that wasn’t so bad, was it now?”, he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your jawline. 

“jump”, you muttered through shaky breaths, resulting in a light chuckle from him. “you can jump on me anytime, baby”, he says as he adjusts himself in his seat, now all of a sudden wanting to watch this fuckass movie. 

you really can’t go anywhere with him wth.

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[seishroo]

— attention , ft. sae itoshi ✧˖°.

cw. smut mdni, profanity, brat taming, degrading, praise, sexy sexy sae itoshi mmmhhh

lying restlessly on the large, king-sized bed inside of sae itoshi's bedroom, you stare up at the ceiling in annoyance. sae’s been busy all day and it’s driving you insane. you just want some time with your boyfriend :(

getting all riled up, you slide out of bed and storm to sae’s workspace, your little footsteps sounding against the hardwood floor - pat pat pat. 

you creak open his door, finding him still working. you cross your arms and clear your throat — glaring nastily at him. upon notice, he turns to look at you from his desk, lips twitching into a small smile at the adorable pout on your face. “something wrong, doll?”, he asks, his tone full of amusement.

“bitch”, you say before you abruptly turn around, your back now facing him. he notices your act, but lets you revel in your brattiness instead of giving you what you want just yet. 

after a few moments of silence, you huff a bit louder than necessary and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. you hear sae call your name almost immediately but you don’t respond. his fault for ignoring you!

or so you thought, cause now he’s caught up to you — grabbing your wrist before you can make it any further. “what’s with the attitude?”, he questions in a low, serious tone — but you can see the amusement swirling in his irises. you roll your eyes before turning your head to the side, refusing to answer his question. “fuck you”, you mutter. 

“what was that?”, sae says in response, his hand coming up to lightly grasp your chin — forcing you to meet his eyes. “couldn’t hear you, baby”, he says teasingly.

you fail to come up with a retort, the way he’s looking down at you in accompany with the tone he’s using has you in a chokehold. instead, you settle for biting the hand that’s grasping your wrist and making a run for it back to the bedroom, once again slamming the door behind you..

it takes a total of 30 seconds until that exact wrist is pinned down again, this time against the soft pillows while sae pounds into you. “needy little brat,” he whispers in your ear before placing wet kisses down your neck. “gonna say sorry now, hm?”, he teases while he continues to relentlessly abuse your sopping cunt.

you can only mumble a series of adorable, desperate little mewls as his tip kisses your cervix, the pain and pleasure sending you into a state of pure bliss. 

“answer me, baby”, sae repeats with a hard flick to your throbbing clit, effectively snapping you out of your daze. “hah… m’sorry sae”, you whine, reaching your hand out to hold onto his arm as he begins mercilessly torturing your clit with his thumb. “too much.. can’t take it”, you squeal as you feel that familiar coiling in your tummy :(

“you’re being such a good girl f’me though”, sae coos, lifting your legs over his shoulders. the new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. “this is what you wanted after all”, he says while delivering a few light slaps to your puffy clit. 

he thinks you look so adorable like this. eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and that pretty little tongue lolled out all because of him. you were drunk off his cock, it hit you in every way you could’ve wished for and more. “what a mess..”, he mutters as you gush all over him. “i didn’t say you could finish, did i?”, he says before flipping you onto your tummy, delivering a hard smack to the plush of your ass.

all you could do was whine and apologize, but on the inside — you knew you weren’t sorry, and he did too. he hated the brattiness but luckily for you, he clearly knew how to handle it. a win is a win!

an: need sae rn lol Ok

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[seishroo]

cw: suggestive, mdni

thinking abt going shopping with clingybf!nagi, who literally cannot keep his hands off of u ..

carefully searching through the racks of clothing? he’s right there, hugging you from behind while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “sei! we’re in public”, you whisper-yell. “smells.. so good..”, he says in return. kudos to that new perfume you chose to wear today.

deciding to try some of the pieces on? you can’t leave him behind! you'll just have to sneak the both of you into the dressing room so you don’t get kicked out the store..

honestly, who thought this was a good idea? the moment you’re standing in nothing but your cutesi undergarments, his hands find purchase on your waist again. “seiii”, you scold onto deaf ears. “can’t wait till we get home, baby..”, he mutters as he begins tracing every inch of your skin with a slow sense of desperation, “ ‘s too much of a hassle being patient”.

well, guess your only option is to be quiet then! and maybe don’t bring clingybf!nagi on any more shopping sprees.

you 100% will.

an: ugh im sick asf and i can't sleep so little drabble of bf yay :p

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[seishroo]

ʚɞ valentines ft. s. nagi

“seiiii”, you whisper, trying to pull nagi from his dreamland. 

he only emits a cluster of mumbles, making you internally roll your eyes. 

once again, “seishiro!”, you say a bit louder this time. no sign of waking up. what did you really expect? seishiro nagi, known for being a living sloth.

“okay well, you asked for it”, you shrug before ripping the covers off of his sleeping frame and tossing them aside, successfully making him stir. 

“agh, what was that for..”, he groans as he shifts positions, now looking at you as if you’d forgotten to water his most prized cactus or something..

“happy valentine’s day!”, you sweetly cheer as you attempt to tug him out of bed. you barely succeeded to awake him, how could you manage to actually get him up. foolish mistake..

he lets out a low sigh before tugging you down with him, wrapping his arms around your frame and burying his face in your hair. 

“happy valentines”, he mumbles in his usual disinterested tone. you knew he wasn’t really opposed though, the way he was holding you so tightly spoke for him!

“can’t we just lay in bed all day..”, he says as he pulls back to look into those pretty eyes of yours. the sleepy expression on his face made you giggle, he’s always so lazy. 

“no, we can’t!”, you say as you untangle yourself from his grasp. standing proudly, you reach out a hand — gesturing for him to follow. “i’ve already filled our day with activities, so you don’t really have a choice”.

he sighs once more, letting out another series of incoherent grumbles before finally obliging. “what a hassle..”, he murmurs as he allows you to drag him along for the rest of the day. 

of course he didn’t actually mind it. yeah, it’s a hassle — but you’re his hassle. if it means seeing you smile.. then oh well, he’ll deal with it!

an: happy valentines day cuties ilysm :3

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[seishroo]

blue lock m.list

full series ｡𖦹°‧

coming soon!

oneshots ⊹ ࣪ ˖

valentines ; seishiro nagi

attention ; sae itoshi

movies ; seishiro nagi

"make her tap out" ; rin itoshi

insecurity ; y. hiori

drabbles ❀

shopping ; seishiro nagi

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[seishroo]

jujutsu kaisen m.list

full series ｡𖦹°‧

oneshots ⊹ ࣪ ˖

- comfort u, like u want me to ; m. fushiguro

- #boysaresough! ; c. kamo

drabbles ❀

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[seishroo]

comfort u, like u want me to m. fushiguro

† sum. megumi had always been a ‘stoic’ person. he wore the same expression on his face: cold and uninterested, but never with you — until now. your once inseparable bond has now begun to unravel, leaving you confused while trying to piece things back together — but is it too late?

warnings. angst angst and more angst. happy ending tho wink wink wink

wc. 0.9k

pairings. megumi fushiguro x afab!reader

hours, days, weeks. the messages you sent him remained unopened. “i miss you sm”, “can we hangout pleaseee?”, “is everything okay?”.  text after text, you received nothing but that stupid ‘delivered’ label below your message. you tossed your phone aside and buried your head in your pillow, “what is up with him…”, you thought to yourself.

the following day, you sat in the last class on your schedule. It was noisy as normal, but for you, it was far too quiet. the typical shuffling of papers, scribbles of pens, chatters of friends, it all vanished when you looked at him. sitting three seats away from you, there he was. megumi fushiguro, the boy who once was your entire world, making you feel warmth when all you knew was coldness. you tried to focus on the book before you, but the text blurred. you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, though each glance was a reminder of how close he was yet how far he felt.

after class, you tried multiple times to get his attention. all of course, to no response. he was easily talking with yuji and nobara, but why wouldn’t he speak with you? his lover? if that’s what you’d even call it at this point. you tried to convince yourself that this was some phase, and that the distance would only bring you closer. megumi had always been an ‘emotionless’ sort of person, so what if he’s going back to old ways? you decided this wasn’t going to work if you didn’t just go up to him. so that’s exactly what you did.

walking up to him, you lightly tapped him on the shoulder and you swear you felt him flinch. “the hell?” you thought to yourself. clearing your throat, you spoke nervously. “hey.. megs,” you started, using your old nickname for him, “can we talk when you finish up here, please?”. you noticed the slightest twitch in his eye but reluctantly, he agreed to meet you outside in a few minutes. you nodded and hurried off, walking to the park a few blocks away from campus. after what felt like hours, he finally arrived. there he stood in front of you, that cold expression plastered on his features. “what did you want?” he spoke, annoyed by your mere existence. visibly shaking, you responded softly, “i just wanted to talk about.. you know,” you paused, taking a deep breath, “us.” he raised an eyebrow, making it seem as if you were delusional. “what about us?”. fighting the urge to beat the living hell out of him for acting like you were a nobody, you maintained composure and said, “you can’t keep pushing me away, you’re hurting me, megs”. after a long pause, he sighs at your words, “i just can’t keep doing this, okay?”, he says as he finally meets your gaze. you noticed his expression was filled with pain, and it broke your already damaged heart. 

“doing what?” you asked, “loving me? being with me? i thought we were inseparable”. he looks away again, struggling to express his feelings. ”it’s not you, it’s me”, he says, almost as a whisper. your eye twitches in irritation, how cliche. “i don’t deserve you,” he starts again, meeting your eyes, “i can’t be the person you want me to be”. may god himself strike you down because this has to be some joke? you’ve been nothing less than accepting and this is what he says? “seriously? you have to talk to me, let me in”, you say, tears spilling out of your own eyes. “all you’re doing now is ruining what we have”, you pause — correcting yourself, “what we had”. his heart aches at your correction, taking a step closer to you and cupping your face in his hands. your mind tells you to push him away, but you’ve missed this — missed him, so you linger. “i’m just scared,” he begins, now looking you deeply in the eyes. “i don’t want you to see the messed up person i am, and leave me”. he says, his voice shaking as he finally comes to terms with his emotions. “i thought that if i left first i’d be protecting you, protecting us”. your heart shatters at his words, but not for you — for him. he’d felt like he was the problem this whole time. that you’d find a flaw in him and freak out, leaving him all alone again. you shook your head, “you don’t have to be perfect, megs” you whisper, your hands running through his spiky hair in soft strokes. “i just want you here with me, that’s all i ask for”. your heart begins to piece itself back together when he suddenly falls apart in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck as he allows himself to feel. “flaws and all, i love you” you whisper into his hair. those three little words seem to bring a smile to his face as he pulls away, gently kissing your forehead. “i.. i love you too”, he admits, still holding you close. “i’ll be better, for you, for me, for us���. 

after constant confusion and heartache, you’re finally at peace. with communication and trust, you found your way back to each other. maybe the distance really does bring people closer after all.

an. this was very angsty i know forgive me. i lowk wrote this based off of how i always give people second chances even when they rip my heart to shreds but, at least Y’ALL got a happy ending dammit.

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[seishroo]

#BOYSARESOUGH! c. kamo

† sum. ever since you were a child, your motto has always been “boys are so ugh!”. you never understood the point of dedicating time to someone other than yourself and your success. it’s always been like that until you meet choso kamo — quiet, mysterious, and effortlessly captivating. can one person really depict everything you’ve ever known about love?

wc. 1.3k

— pairings. choso kamo x afab!reader

second semester of freshman year at your undergrad university — everything was becoming more natural to you. the high of being in a new place, with new faces, had finally worn off. you sat in the library with your small circle of friends: yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, and toge inumaki. studying relentlessly for an upcoming exam, you tapped your pen against your mouth as you half-listened to a group of boys at a table diagonal from your group. your eyes twitched in mild irritation as they erupted into laughter, snorting over whatever it was they found amusement in. “typical” you thought as you stood up from the table. “i’m going to search for another textbook”, you said to your friends — receiving a few nods. 

scanning the shelves with an uninterested gaze, you found one that particularly stood out to you. you reached for it only to be met with a cold, yet firm hand atop yours. there stood choso kamo— tall, with messy black hair pulled into two loose buns. he glanced at the book, and then at you— as if almost examining your features. “you can have it.”, he said, his voice low and nearly..shy. for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel the urge to roll your eyes or immediately dismiss him as you would’ve with most guys. he was.. different, and it made your heart flutter — an emotion you weren’t used to, yet not appalled to either. snapping out of your very noticeable daze, you smiled nervously and thanked him before hurrying off to your group.

as the weeks went on, you began to notice him more often. whether it was during class or simply around campus — he was no longer a background character to you, in every possible way he stood out to you. even your friends began to notice your ‘captivation’ and lightly teased you about it ��� trying to get you to make a move. you being you, there was no way in hell you’d make the first move. it seemed like you’d be stuck in this phase forever, though a particular day in class seemed to do the job for you.

“students, listen closely!” the professor began, turning on the smart board to list details. “over the next week, you’ll be working with partners for a research project”. a collective groan rumbled throughout the room, you pinched the bridge of your nose — “this never turns out well..”, you thought to yourself. as the list of partners presented itself on the board, you scanned for your name, almost choking at the name next to it. it felt as if your heart had stopped, skipped beats, and stopped again — in a.. good way? “looks like our little queen of nonchalance finally has a chance!” yuta teased as he followed your gaze. you clamped a hand over his mouth, snickering lightly despite the situation. “hush before someone hears!”, you whisper-yelled. “or better yet, if he hears!” maki added, giggling along with yuta. you rolled your eyes at your friends’ antics, though that mask of indifference you held up slowly began to crumble.

after the professor concluded all the details, the class began to disperse into their pairs. you were gathering your materials when you felt a presence behind you. “hey..y/n?” the low voice began, and yet again — your heart began to do those stupid little flips. turning to look at him, you two were oddly closer than you’d ever been. and god, was he tall, taller than you remember. you practically had to strain your neck to meet his eyes. “ah, hey! choso, right?” you said with barely contained enthusiasm, knowing damn well you’d already stalked all of his social medias, of course that was his name. “yeah,” he nodded, “guess we’re partners,” he said, fidgeting with loose chains on his pants. “well,” you began, “we could set up at the library”, you offered, examining his expression that screams ‘i don’t want to be here right now’. you could already hear yuta’s irritating teases in the back of your head. taking a deep yet subtle breath, “or we could go to my place, it’s just a few blocks away”, you added. choso’s expression shifted from cold to.. lukewarm. you noticed a slight twitch of his lips before he said, “sounds good to me”. score! that had to be some progress, right? the two of you exchanged contacts and agreed to meet at yours in a few hours, giving you time to prepare, both physically and mentally.

15 minutes. you had 15 minutes until he would be at your door. “i swear, i just had 3 hours”, you mentally scolded yourself. you had spent time tidying up the place, simultaneously daydreaming about him. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what allured you to him. was it his cold demeanor? or maybe those gorgeous eyes that pierce through you every time he catches your gaze. whatever it was, you knew you were smitten — and it frightened you, in the best possible way. you finished spraying your favorite scent around the house as you heard a soft knock at your front door. you were incredibly giddy, you had to slap yourself multiple times to make it to the door without looking like a total freak! opening the door, you greeted him with a warm smile and stepped aside for him to enter. now sitting on your bed, the two of you were an awkward distance away from each other — he was sitting across from you with books and papers sprawled in the middle. as you began researching, you found your gaze drifting to his face more often than usual.

you noticed how his lashes rested on his cheek when he blinked, the small twitch of his nose when he found something interesting, you were deeply lost in admiration. “you’re distracted” choso said, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. of course you were, he was right in front of you, looking like a 5-star dish. how you wished you could tangle your fingers in those messy locks as he— “you good?” he questioned. snapping out of it, you internally facepalmed and nodded. “yeah, sorry..” you started, “just was.. thinking about how to go about this part” you lied. despite choso seeming indifferent most of the time, he wasn’t oblivious — by any means. he knew what you were thinking about, he could tell just by the pretty little flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him, the way you’d lightly jump every time he came up behind you and spoke. “you’ve been staring at me for the past 10 minutes” he countered, leaving you momentarily speechless. “i-”, you stuttered, “was not! you just happened to be in the way!”. he smirked and shook his head, internally laughing at your antics. “it’s not like that!” you added. this seemed to spark interest in him, he was now leaning closer, moving the books out the way as he did. “like what, hm?” he said in a low tone, your noses being millimeters away. “you.. you know what i mean” you said, your once smooth voice now shaky, your cheeks burning hot. “well, you’re not very good at hiding it — y’know,” he said, a hint of tease in his voice. why was it that you were always getting (light-heartedly) teased? your gaze flickered downwards to his lips, and then at the blankets on your bed, “hiding what?” you said, your tone almost being a whisper. your heart practically flew out of your chest and bounced on the walls when his hand moved to lift your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. “your feelings,” he began, looking at you in a way that made you squeeze your thighs together. “i don’t mind though, it’s cute”, he finished, stroking your cheek with a feather-light touch of his thumb. “now, we can continue researching the project, or perhaps..” he mumbled, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “we can research.. these feelings of yours”.

if you didn’t fold before, you were damn sure under his spell now, giving up all things you previously knew of ‘romance’ and exploring this new path with the boy who made you feel like putty, both figuratively and literally.

an. HIIIII! this is the first fic i've ever written so i apologize if it's a lil cheesy 😊 but anyways hope u enjoy mwah mwah mwah!

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