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Since your requests are open I'll help myself 😋 Gojo's wife starts to have morning sicknesses, so she suspects that she's pregnant. She takes a test and finds out that she actually is pregnant. Would u please write gojo's reaction when his wife tells his that he's gonna be a daddy? 🥺💕 thanks you, please feed us with your delicious writing!!!

Also if you're not feeling well then please ignore this. Take care! Mwah^•^♡

weight — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I hope you like this, luv 🥺💕 thank you so much for your kind words and take care of yourself as well! many kisses and hugs 🫶

“shoko, I need a place to hide!” you say, bursting into the infirmary. you take the small moment of shock that shoko is in to take a much needed breath.

“what did you do this time?”

you wordlessly raise the pregnancy test with slightly shaky hands and upon seeing it, shoko drops the poor sandwich she was eating. you close the door behind you before sitting down next her.

she smiles, “nice, I am going to be an aunt,” then she looks at you confused, “why are you hiding though?”

“I need time to figure out how I will tell him or more like—“ you look at the ceiling, “face him. he will probably figure everything out with his six eyes, but I don’t know he will react,” you wrap your arms around yourself and shoko sighs.

“you guys didn’t talk about it yet?” she stands up and goes to get you a warm drink.

you gently rock yourself, “satoru already…has so much on his shoulders,” you bury your face in your arms, “I don’t want to add to that.”

she places the mug in front of you, “you do know that he got into this relationship willingly, right? you didn’t hold him at gunpoint or anything…or did you?”

you lightly punch her shoulders, but you take the mug, muttering a small thanks, “if anyone was held at gunpoint then it would be me.”

shoko chuckles and pats your head, “you need to be able to face him, y/n. he will find out anyway, and personally, I think you should have faith in his reaction more than that,” you lock eyes, “you know him more than anyone else, after all.”

your gaze falls to your drink. its surface is so still until you softly blow and it ripples, calm the chaos.

what if you don’t know satoru as much as you thought? what if having a kid will scare him away? as the strongest, your husband has so much on his mind 24/7. will he be able to handle a baby as well?

while a part of you tells you that your husband is no coward nor is he so fragile, the other can’t help but think that perhaps this love story of 12 years will each its end, a very tragic end even.

with the creation of a new life, ends a lifetime of feelings and events.

you snap out of your thoughts when you notice shoko shooing you into the closet room.

you hear the door open and you have a guess who it is. he makes himself known anyway, “shoko, have you seen y/n?”

shoko quirks an eyebrow and gojo huffs, “okay, fine, I know she is here, but is she mad at me? did I do something?”

you have a feeling that he is looking directly at your eyes even through the closet’s door as he speaks, “y/n, I will take you out anywhere. I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you. I hate when you’re upset with me, sweets.”

he is frowning lightly as he stares at the closet with hope. shoko sighs before walking out of the room, but not without patting his shoulder.

the door closes and satoru speaks up again, “can you please come out so we can at least talk about it?”

he hears your sigh and beams when you finally get out of the room, “there is my pretty girl.”

he has a flower bouquet in hand and he is looking at you so intently, but you don’t think he noticed the life growing inside of you now. he is far too focused on making you forgive him for whatever he did. you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

your hand moves and finally rests on your stomach.

his brows furrow lightly before his eyes widen. satoru’s breath hitches just like it did during your wedding. he places the bouquet aside before looking quickly between your eyes and stomach, “you are…”

you grip your own hands, nodding. tears start forming in your eyes till they finally fall and cries are what he sees now. your knees give out on you and you fall to the ground, now sobbing.

you are looking at the ground as you cry as hug yourself tighter, bracing yourself for whatever is coming.

satoru, almost instantly, finds himself on his knees in front of you.

his arms, like it’s second nature, pull you close into a warm and secure hug, “hey, hey,” he pats your back, a little clumsily, “if you don’t want it then it’s fine. you know I care about you the most,” his voice shakes a bit, “don’t cry please, you’re breaking my heart—“

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” you repeat a mantra of the same phrase as you pull him even closer. satoru cups your face and the moment you’re met with the pair of blue eyes you love so much, you break down more, “I know you—probably don’t want it but—“

he tilts his head, utterly confused and maybe even offended, “what are you talking about? of course, I want it!”

the room is silent for a moment as you process what he says. it’s like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you let out a shaky breath as you look down at your hands.

satoru rests his forehead on your own. his voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he speaks, “it’s our baby.”

the content smile on his face is almost unreal, “why in the world would you think that I wouldn’t want it anyway?” and somehow the pout on his face assures you even more.

your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you rest your head on his shoulder, “it’s just—I thought it would be burdening you with yet another responsibility. you have the world on top of your shoulders. how am I better than anyone if I weigh down even if it’s a different type of weight.”

“is it a weight for you?” he asks, voice hushed.

“of course not! I want—“ you answer immediately.

“there is your answer,” he chuckles and you look at his face once again.

you notice that he is tearing up. your satoru is tearing up, and the blindfold isn’t there to hide it nor are the glasses.

his eyes never leave yours as he says, with no waver on his voice, “I would pick you over everything else, every single time and in every single universe, silly girl.”

“you should know that already,” he flicks your forehead but the smile never leaves his face.

a soft laugh tumbles out of his lips as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his form completely engulfing your own.

he fills tears stain his shirt, but he can only focus on your smile he feels on his skin and the fact that he voice out loud, “I will be a dad,” he sighs with contentment.

“and it’s all because of you,” he raises your face and nuzzles your noses together making you giggle, “we're going to be parents, you sweet pretty thing.”

satoru’s lips find themselves on your own in one very sweet and loving kiss. it’s soft, light, and gentle. yet it conveys all the words that he can’t get out at the moment.

when you pull away slightly, he quickly pulls you back for another, “I love you so much.”

he places a hand on your stomach, “and you too.”

“but don’t think I will share mama with you,” he sticks his tongue out at it, “she is mine!”

the baby is not even out of the womb, and yet he is already bickering with it.

you laugh and your chest feel so light. you kiss his cheek and his pout turns into a grin almost immediately. you hum, “infinity and beyond?”

his hand holds your own and he caresses your ring, “infinity and beyond.”

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꒱࿐♡ SHARING IS CARING ꒱࿐♡

➙ MINORS DNI // {N}SFW // SMUT

➙ gojo x fem!reader x geto drabble

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 have spent months and months fighting over you, trying to win your heart with their undeniably good looks, cocky charm, and cheesy pickup lines. After coming to the realization that you simply couldn’t choose between either of them, they eventually decided to share you.

Gojo took it upon himself to slip his cock in between your lips, moaning as he tossed his head back once your wet tongue glided over his tip.

As he gripped your head and fucked your face, moaning even louder simply to tease Geto, as they both argued earlier over who got to stuff your mouth first—you were just too pretty to not facefuck—Geto slowly pushed his cock into your pussy, large hands gripping your hips as his dark eyes took in the beautiful sight of your ass.

“Oh my god,” Geto moaned, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. “We should’ve fucked her sooner.”

“Geto,” Gojo bucked into your mouth as his own lips were parted, bright blue eyes fluttering. “I…shit…I really don’t wanna hear your voice when…I’m this close to cumming.”

The dark haired man simply couldn’t argue. An orgasm of his own started to brew in the pits of his stomach, and he fought with all of his strength to hold it back. He had barely even begun fucking you as badly as he wanted to, and while he didn’t want to cum so soon, your cunt gripped his cock in such a sinful way, he couldn’t help it.

“I’m going to-” Geto’s words were cut off with a sudden moan, but it wasn’t from him.

Gojo bucked his hips wildly. Your spit decorated his cock. And, suddenly, as he shoved his dick as far down your throat as he could, he came with a loud moan.

“Swallow it,” Gojo demanded, his cock throbbing as he kept it down your throat until every last drop was devoured by you. “Feels so good, baby.”

While Gojo’s moans were surely going to wake the neighbors, Geto’s rough thrusts that made the headboard of his bed slam against his wall would surely make them file a noise complaint.

But he didn’t care. Especially once his own orgasm washed over him, and your pussy milked his cock until he started to tremble.

“Take it, sweetheart,” Geto whispered. “Take it all.”

He finished inside of you with a moan of your name.

But he needed more. They both did.

When they eventually pulled out of your used holes, it was only to switch places.

♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

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Husband Head Canons—Toji Fushiguro minors DNI +18 content (NSFW)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

i’ve been having so much fun writing these days! thank you all for the immense support. you push me to keep writing filthy stuff for us all!! hope you enjoy and remember my requests are open. please remember that i have not proof read this, sorry if anything’s misspelled haha. 🩷

content warnings: f!reader, AFAB, established relationship, p ➜v inter course, mentions of nipple/breast play, cream pies, unprotected sex, toji is uncut i dare you to fight me, squirting, public sex, oral (f!receiving), cock warming, sex toys, fingering (f!receiving), biting, markings, sweaty gym sex, clit play, g-spot abuse, this man needs all of the content warnings this world may carry lol & anything else i might have missed

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loved the way you treated megumi and tsumiki. he always looked up to eating breakfast with all of you, seeing how well you guys got along made him melt every single time.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loves it when you make dinner. he’s a better cook for sure, but whenever he comes from home and he sees you in your zone whipping up some food, wearing your cute custom made apron with your name on it. in his eyes, it’s one of the best sights ever.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loves doing laundry! he hates doing dishes and you hate doing laundry, so it’s a match made in heaven when you love doing dishes and he is a wizard in the laundry room. you’ve never seen anyone be so detailed about laundry detergent and clothes before you got married with him.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that is a pro at budgeting and making groceries. you decided to leave it to him the first time you saw his little “budget” binder along with his coupon cabinet and it’s been for the better. you’re still amazed at how $400 worth of groceries ended up costing $120. since then, no one goes grocery shopping but him.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that is horridly bad at video games. you laugh-cry every time the kids dare him to play on their games and he looses every single time. he’s a sore looser too, so you have to prepare yourself every time for the little pouting mess he becomes when megumi and tsumiki are “too hard on him”.

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★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that offers you the best after care you’ve ever seen. after he fucks you senseless and leaves you almost immobile, you see him get up quickly and set up the bath with your favorite bath salts and scents. brings you your favorite hot/cold beverage and gets in the bath with you as he rubs your back, and ends up fucking you again there because he for sure can’t hold himself when you’re a moaning mess.

�� ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loves public play. you can’t think about the last time you guys have gone out that he hasn’t asked you to wear a bluetooth vibrator, or when he tries to finger you under the table when you’re eating out. there was this one time the man literally got on his knees under the table at this really niche restaurant just to eat you out. he stood up 5 minutes later with the most shit eating grin, glistening with your cum like he had some expensive lip gloss on. he’s always been one to live for the thrill and being married wasn’t going to stop him.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loves fucking you right after the gym. he loves to see you al sweaty and tired. makes him want to impale you on his cock. so every time you come home from the gym; heck, sometimes in the gym lockers he’ll show you how hot you are to him as he slides his big, uncut shaft into you. marking your tits up as if they’re his trophies as you cry out his name.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that is obsessed with your tits. he loves nipple play, biting and sucking on your tits after a long day at work is just what he needs. it extends to him loving it when you play with his too, sucking and biting his nipples is the 100% sure way of sending him off the edge too.

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that loves cock warming. yes, he’s the king of aftercare. but sometimes both of you are too tired to move after some fun, nasty time. so he’ll just slip inside one more time to feel you around him without him moving. sure is, until you start clenching too much on purpose and he proceeds to fuck you one more time. a cute little ring of creamy fluids and cum decorating the end of his shaft.

and here’s an extra one since we’re all sluts for this man-whore 🩷

★ ➜ 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 that absolutely goes insane when you squirt. he makes it his mission to always see that little stream of fluids spurt out of your sweet cunt. he’ll abuse your g-spot, massage your clit until it becomes hot and unbearable just to see his favorite part of it all. when that stream hits him, body or face, he goes wild and just turns completely feral. swearing to always take all of since he sees it as a reward for all of his hard work.

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PLSPLSPLSSSSS WRITE SMTH WHERE MIGUEL LIKE FUCKS THE READER FOR SO LONG BECAUSE ITS SO WARM INSIDE AND HE DOESNT WANT TO PULL OUT SO WHEN HES DONE HE JUST LIKE WALKS AROUND WITH READERS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST WHILE THEYRE PRACTICALLY SOMEHOW ASLEEP IN HIS ARMS AS HE DOES WHATEVER STILL BURIED DEEP INSIDE THEM

IM LITERALLY GOING FERAL OVER THE IDEA IDK WHY JUST PLSSS

OMFG—

the way miguel wouldn’t let you leave. like his arms would be wrapped around you, keeping you connected at the hips, your legs staying spread around his snatched waist. he would have just been thrusting into you muttering praises into your neck.

and when you both lay panting, you’d expect him to slip out of you. but no. It’s just so warm inside you. so much so that miguel doesn’t want to miss the feeling. so he stays buried deep inside your tight little hole, as you’d shakily speak “m-miguel…”

then he’d be picking you up, your hole still sensitive and overstimulated, as you’d be forced to stay attached to miguel. because he was sure as hell not leaving your sweet, pretty little pussy until he saw fit. “shh…that’s it, y/n…just stay hugging my cock like t-that….uh huh…you feel too good to leave, cariño…” he’d be grabbing your chin and kissing you, somehow still balanced in the vertical position—ur legs shaking.

“you’re so pretty f’me…” miguel would mutter once you’d be there to “sleep”. but now you were turned on again, having had him buried inside you for so long you wanted him to move. but when you’d try, miguel would hold your hips, head now resting in your shoulder as he’d mutter “no, no…mi amor…let me just stay inside you…feel so good like this…i like you cockwarming me to sleep…my pretty girl huh?…letting me stay like this…mm”

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shared controllers chapter 4 [a jjk streamer au]

summary: you're reeling from the consequences of your actions. gojo decides to step up the chaos and you find out who your streamer idol is, and how he's connected to your mysterious "GS."

wc: 3.3k // pairing: streamer!gojo x streamer!reader

cw: angst. emotional *not clickbait* mentions of sexual content. this chapter serves to push the story along, nothing else to it

a/n: gonna take a break from posting this story weekly for a bit, as this is the part in the story where i am considering writing brand new content going forward. but i will be reposting some other things in the meantime!

Several days post-stream…

Although you tried to move on from the disaster (or success?) that was your last stream, all you could think about was him. You had never done anything that risky in your life, it astounded you that a man from the internet could change all that, so drastically. Letting someone control you online like that, nearly humiliating you online? Your thoughts flip flopped between one of two camps -

I can’t believe I did this (meaning: you can’t believe you let someone get you as riled up as he did)!

I can’t believe he did this (meaning: you can’t believe GS was capable of doing this to you. Making you feel…all sorts of feelings you weren’t used to)!

You decided to take a small break from streaming, just a few days off so you could recover from the shock and process what exactly this meant. You didn’t…like him…did you? No! You shook your head, knowing you would look a little crazy if other people saw you repeatedly shake your head to nobody. You have never met this guy, he could still be lying to you, he could be withholding so many secrets…there were still so many unknown factors. You could feel your gut twisting in pain, the anxiety of all these thoughts swirling in your gut, making it slightly difficult to breathe.

No. I can’t let him work me up like this. I deserve better.

You took a deep breath, and exhaled out loud. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you unlocked it and scrolled through your messages. You found your DMs between GS, and sent him one simple line –

You: i need some time off from messaging you

Gojo, on the other hand, was thriving. Something about the power play made him almost high, he felt like he was floating on life. He didn’t realize how obsessed he was becoming with you, but you preoccupied his thoughts for a good chunk of his days. His mind was prowling, thinking of what else he could send you, how else he could tease you, make you do all sorts of crazy things…

And then his phone pinged.

He pushed his tinted glasses down, and read your message. And that’s when he felt it. The pain, slowly seeping in like honey, dripping and sticking into every crevice.

His heart hurt.

Gojo’s fingers started to tremble. He couldn’t come up with a witty response on the fly, and it bothered him. He could feel his head racing with a million thoughts, most of them wordless, it was just a flurry of colors, feelings, sensations that he could barely make sense of. It scared him a bit.

He inhaled, in an attempt to clear his head. Gojo ran his fingers through his hair, and started fidgeting with the strands, twisting some back and forth. He had never been cornered quite like this. Normally, the women in his life were pushovers, they would’ve never questioned his actions. He had a natural charm that he loved taking advantage of, whether it was the fan service he actively participated in his streams, or in real life, he truly liked living his life like some kind of trickster-god. Gojo didn’t have to work very hard to push people over, they would just take one look (or listen) at him, and they would fall at his feet.

So why were you refusing his advances?

You bothered him. You poked at his facade in a way he couldn’t pinpoint. He couldn’t really figure out why, but that pushback was enough to keep him coming back for more. So he made a decision.

Your phone dinged, and you saw his message –

GS: i understand. i’m sorry i pushed you too far

You stared at your phone, and sighed. It seemed like he was giving you space to figure out what to do next. But the true intention behind Gojo’s message was a little more sinister. He wasn’t so threatened, as he was busy crafting the next step of the plan in his head. He was about to burst your entire world, and you didn’t even realize. It wasn’t a question of “playing checkers vs. chess,” it was moreso a question of “did you realize what you were opening when you opened this box?” And he knew you didn’t. But you would figure it out. Very very soon.

He left one last cryptic message, one that seemed to come out of nowhere. It was a link to @6eyesdomain’s stream channel, with a calendar invite. There was no title, no caption, nothing. All it did was confuse you, but you took it as a sign.

You saved the calendar invite, and cleared your schedule accordingly. Whatever it was, you figured if he wasn’t saying anything snarky, maybe he was going to just chat to you during that stream. But you didn’t know why he was sending you a link to 6 Eye’s stream. What did 6 Eyes have to do with this?

On the day of the fated stream, you came home from work, tired as hell. Your last shift was particularly grueling, and you wanted nothing more than to sit in silence and not speak to anyone for the rest of the night. Your roommates took one look at your grumpy face, and saluted you wordlessly. They knew to get out of your hair, and you nodded back as a signal of respect.

After tossing your keys and bag inside, you grabbed a random bag of something crunchy from the pantry (you were kind of hungry, but not hungry enough to consider a full meal), and wiggled your mouse to wake your monitor and computer back up from sleep. You pulled up 6 Eye’s stream page, seeing that you had approximately 5 minutes until the stream started. Great. Enough time to take a bathroom break and come back.

When you came back, the title of 6 Eye’s stream finally popped up.

“face reveal :3”

“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” You yelled out loud, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. You heard feet shuffling and then a rapid knock at your door. You walked over and opened it, to see one of your roommates looking at you in distress. “What’s wrong?!” She asked, checking to see if there were any visible signs of injury or harm.

“Oh, uh nothing! Sorry, I saw something very surprising on my computer.” You laughed sheepishly, and put your hand behind your head. “I’m so sorry dude, I didn’t mean to yell.” You could feel a heat blossom over your cheeks. Your roommate exhaled a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I thought you, like, hurt yourself or something. What happened?” She peered at you inquisitively.

“Oh, uh, well this famous streamer I’ve been following for a while just posted he’s going to do a face reveal. He’s been online for years and no one knows what he looks like.” You explained, beginning to fidget with your fingers nervously. “And the stream starts in-oh WAIT IT’S STARTING NOW!” You barked as you dove into your office chair. The wheels of the chair pushed back and you almost hit the wall in your crazed attempt to get back to your desk. After rolling the wheels back on the floor with your feet, you got back into place.

“Come, come!” You hissed at your roommate, motioning her to shut the door and join you. She looked confused, but she came in nonetheless, and stood next to you. The starting screen began on 6 Eye’s stream, and suddenly the screen went black.

You heard his voice, and you turned up the volume on your monitor so both you and your roommate could hear.

“Well…it’s the day you’ve all been waiting for.” His voice, with all its smoothness and richness, enveloped you like a warm hug. “Everyone’s been begging me for a face reveal, and you know what, I finally decided today is the day.”

“Wow, he sounds hot!” Your roommate whispered, and you shushed her before turning up the volume some more.

“No introductions, no long waits. Are you ready?” The cadence of his voice lilted. Even then you couldn’t see him, you were sure he had a smirk plastered on his face, you could feel it. The black screen wiped away, and your eyes widened. You let out a small gasp, as did your roommate, who was the first to comment out loud.

“He is hot!”

You were unable to speak. You were busy pouring your eyes over every feature you could. 6 Eyes was wearing a loose navy polo shirt, but the fabric was very thin and shiny, in a satin-like finish. With the high definition of your monitor, you could see a thin outline of his muscles in his shirt, from the sculpted pectorals up to the deltoids. He had beautiful, thick silver rings on his hands, you couldn’t place any name brand on top, but it was implied that they were very expensive. A simple watch on his left wrist, with a navy strap and a white watch face. He clearly dressed to impress.

When you finally looked at his face, however, your initial curiosity turned to dread.

White hair. Fluffy, silvery white hair.

Just like GS, you thought and your stomach began to churn uncomfortably. He was wearing a black blindfold, so his eyes and top half of his face were completely obscured. A grin was plastered on his face, as he held his hands with palms upturned.

“Well, what do you think?” He whispered, adjusting the microphone to be closer to his lips. “Is this what you expected?”

You peeked at the chat, it seemed like millions of messages were flying around. Everyone was all up in arms, so many thirst messages flew by so fast you couldn’t even read them all. The viewer count climbed up, he was surely breaking records for his personal channel. Six thousand, eight thousand, ten thousand. It didn’t stop. But 6 Eye’s voice faded in your ears, and was replaced with a ringing sound. You remembered the messages GS sent, the picture with the scribbled out face, the video. You laid back in disbelief.

6 Eyes is GS. And I’ve been talking to him this whole time.

Everything in your vision faded, and all you could see was a blurry outline of his face. His stupid face. His stupid, gorgeous face. Half hidden by that stupid, stupid blindfold. Your roommate saw you lean back in your chair, and she gasped. “What’s wrong? He’s so hot! I mean the blindfold, what a genius move! He’s clearly such a tease.” She giggled, but her smile dropped as she saw the terrified whites of your eyes.

You turned to her, and cleared your throat. The snack you opened, laid forgotten on the desk. 6 Eyes was continuing to chat, answering a few messages and donations, but you could no longer listen to him. You knew it, he knew it. This changed your world entirely.

“He…I’ve been talking to him for a while.” You croaked, and your roommate asked you to repeat what you said. “I-I-I UGH!” You shouted in frustration, feeling a tear leak from your eye. You couldn’t process your emotions fully, there were so many colors of anger and confusion. Then, the questions started to form in your head.

Why did he reveal his face? Why did he do this? Why was he talking to me? Didn’t he blow me off initially? Is this why he gave me space? How does he–? Your thoughts were interrupted by your roommate shaking your shoulders gently.

“Hello? Earth to ___. Come back to us.” She waved a hand in your face, your eyes refocusing and you pushed her hand out of your personal space with a scowl. “Come on, what are you talking about? This guy is clearly super famous, why would he be talking to you?”

You took a deep breath, and began to explain to your roommate the details of what happened the last couple of weeks. Everything, from the stream raid you did, to the messages, to the face reveal that happened just now, you recounted almost every single detail you could in an effort to comprehend the events yourself. You conveniently left out the part about the vibrator on stream, however. She definitely did not need to know about that. You pulled out your phone, and showed her the picture GS sent you, and the video, letting her listen to the audio several times.

When all was said and done, she was equally as shocked as you. You two sat quietly, she had at some point decided against standing and sat at the foot of your bed. After a few beats of pure silence, she spoke up again.

“So…he likes you, right? I mean, the evidence is pretty damning.” She smiled, and you began stuttering.

“What are you talking about? I had no idea that this guy I’ve been talking to for the past few weeks was someone I looked up to for years! Do you understand how much this is fucking with my head?!” You shouted, and your roommate flinched back at the sudden noise. You apologized immediately, and actively lowered your tone.

“I get it. This guy you’ve idolized is now suddenly a part of your life. And it’s crazy, but you can’t ignore the signs. He’s clearly interested in you. Otherwise he wouldn’t have done what he just did.” You rubbed your arms, and squeezed them in a self-comforting gesture.

“I-I just–” you kept stuttering over your words, so you held your tongue and tried to refocus your thoughts. “I thought he didn’t like me. The way he addressed me on stream was so dismissive. What happened? I really feel like I’m missing some important context.” At this point, you peered over at your stream, it had ended several minutes ago. You didn’t know if he had even taken the blindfold off, or what he did after he turned his camera on. But your phone pinged again, and you saw who it was from. Your blood ran cold through your veins.

It was him.

You eyed your roommate, and whipped around lightning-fast to unlock the screen and see the message.

GS: so…what’d you think of the stream?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, unable to come up with a response. Your roommate peered over and read the message, and giggled - a short, quick “ha!”

“He really does like you, ___. Look at how nervous he is.” She clapped you on the back, making you fall forward a bit.

“Y-yeah. But I’m nervous too. I don’t know what this means going forward. I’ve never connected with someone so well in my life, real or online, and now…” You trailed off. “What do I do?” Your voice sounded so tiny and shaky, you could barely recognize it as your own.

“Well…you could start by replying back.” She beamed at you. “How about, you let me take charge for a bit? While you decompress?” She held her hand out, and you placed the phone, feeling extremely apprehensive of letting your roommate speak for you. “Ah, don’t worry. I’ll type something and let you see it before I hit send.” Her thin fingers quickly moved across the screen, and she showed you the screen a few seconds later. You read over it a few times, nodded to signal your consent, and she turned it back to herself and hit send.

You: it was good. just so we’re on the same page…you’re @6eyesdomain right?

On Gojo’s side, he had at this point taken off the blindfold so he could see better. His crystal blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and glee when he saw you put the puzzle together. Smart girl, he thought.

GS: yup

GS: surprise!

Your roommate showed you GS’s response, and your heart leaped. Him confirming it just made it feel so much more real. Your eyes floated to your closet, where you could see the sleeve of the black hoodie you wore a few streams ago, when you had openly dissed him. The memory made you wince a bit, knowing now how that must’ve hurt him.

But then you began thinking about what happened in that last stream of yours. How he was on your phone, watching you scrunch your face in an effort to stop the overwhelming pleasure. He watched you cum on your tiny little phone camera. He probably saw your pussy, dripping with arousal, which he was responsible for! That made you flush with heat. You remembered the compliments he showered to you – gorgeous, honey, etc. etc. and your heart fluttered at the last sentence you remember him saying before he hung up. “Next time I want to feel you on my cock.” That sentence replayed over and over in your head. You could feel your thighs growing warm with desire. You gulped, feeling that warmth slowly creep up your neck.

While you were lost in your own thoughts, your roommate began crafting a new reply, again showing you what she wrote in your place. You ended up taking your phone back, deleting the message she wrote and writing your own.

You: so…now what?

The answer was swift, almost like an automated message.

GS: can i suggest something?

GS: how do you feel about us meeting up irl?

If your heart hadn’t fallen out of your chest cavity yet, it certainly had now. As your roommate was preparing to leave, you grabbed her arm and shook it violently. Your hand shook as you shoved the screen in her face (much to her annoyance) and you begged her –

“What do I do?”

She pushed your hand away, laughing lightly at you. She thought it was so funny how much her view of you changed. You were always the antisocial living partner, never showing any interest in dating anyone. It was always work, friends, and video games, that’s all she thought you cared about.

“Silly duck. Say yes!” She looked at your sunken face, and once again asked to see your phone. You didn’t have the heart to disagree, but you couldn’t come up with any way to respond to him. “Hand me your phone, do you want me to say yes to him?” You managed a slow nod, feeling your throat constrict and dry up. Although you were extremely nervous, you couldn’t deny that the opportunity was too good to pass up.

She typed in a quick response, and showed you the reply. It was generic, with no bite or flavor. But, it affirmed his ‘date’. Within a few minutes, GS had attached another calendar invite, with an address and time. It was in a few days, at an outdoor cafe about a 15 minute commute from where you lived. You sighed, as you inputted the invite into your work calendar so you made sure not to miss it. “If you’re worried about safety, share your phone location with me! Is that okay?” Your roommate asked, and you smiled at her. She was so sweet, it was no wonder she was in a happy relationship with her partner. Even if you found the pair to be a bit dull at times, they were still nice and respected your space, so truthfully, you couldn’t ask for a better pair of roommates.

On Gojo’s side, he found your last response kind of lackluster. He wondered if something was up, if you had changed your mind, but you did express your consent to meeting with him. But he was looking forward to it. His heart leaped at the thought of getting to see you, all of you, in real life.

A sentence floated through both you and Gojo’s mind at different times, and in different parts of the city. But the thought was the same.

I can’t wait to meet you.

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shared controllers chapter 2 [a jjk streamer au]

plot summary: after 'GS' makes his first appearance, you become acquainted with him through dm's. and your streaming career is taking off, enough for you to open a P.O. box! what will GS send to you?

cw: suggestive content. mention of sex toy (vibrator). female reader. gojo is getting whipped for you slowly but surely. minors DNI

wc: 3k // pairing: streamer!gojo x streamer!reader

a/n: chapter 2 has been shortened a little, but we truck along!! gojo is getting nastyyyyy hehehe

That $100 donation was the beginning of a brand new relationship between you and a certain viewer. With the introduction of “GS” in your stream (as he preferred to be called), your life online began to change in dramatic ways. You had sent him a message thanking him for the $100 initially, which led to a slow burn of messages between you and him. The frequency of messages from him was somewhat inconsistent, but in a few short weeks you had learned a few things about your mysterious benefactor -

he had white hair (self proclaimed, but no photo proof to verify)

he was absolutely loaded (as evident by his stream of donations that he would leave in your streams)

he was an absolute goofball

If GS was not spamming you with memes and videos he found, he would spam you with the most degenerate “would you rather” questions or get you to try and talk to him into the wee hours of the night. A lot of the time, you would be the one to end the conversation and say goodnight, and he would send a long line of pouting emojis before wishing you a curt “night night” and going offline. It was sweet, really, but you had to remind yourself to not share too much personal information, for your safety. But you found that the easiest way to make him shut up was when you returned the favor and tried to ask questions about his life. He always avoided the subject of what he did for a living, and it seemed every time you would ask him, he would inevitably leave you on read. It was mildly infuriating, but you chalked it up to his work hours (or strange sleep schedule).

But your streams were doing well in the meantime. Somehow, with GS’s presence, your viewership hiked up quite a bit, and you were able to live a little more comfortably off your monthly subscribers paying you a small fee, plus the occasional donation. Sometimes when you would hit a follower or subscriber spree, you would see GS drop in a $50 or $100 donation with no message and he would dip. But for the most part, he was a lurker in your chat, he never spoke to you when you were streaming. He only spoke to you when you were offline, in a private chat.

But today was a big day for you - you had just finished and confirmed the paperwork of opening a P.O. box. So when you were streaming, you were rehearsing in your head how to deliver the announcement to your viewers. And one thought just keep floating through:

I wonder if GS will send me something. I hope he does.

You physically shook your head at yourself when that thought crossed your head. Since when were you so whipped over an internet stranger? Why would you care if he sent something or not? You had opened a P.O. box for your viewers, not for him! If it was really that serious, you would’ve, oh I don’t know, told him your real name? But no, you had kept that boundary firmly in place, until now.

Towards the end of your stream, you took off your headphones and changed the stream layout so it was just a fullscreen of your camera. “Hi everyone, we’re going to the big screen for what I’m about to say.” You inhaled a shaky breath, clearly very nervous. “I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your support recently. With the trajectory of how things are going, I could potentially transition into a part-time or even full-time streamer! And I’m so happy for that, and I’m so happy that I have amazing subscribers.” You smiled, and fidgeted with the ends of your hair. “Because of that, I have a super special announcement!”

You paused for dramatic effect. “I’m opening a P.O. box for y’all! Wooo!!” You cheered and pressed a button on your stream deck that made virtual confetti rain on your screen. “Yes it’s happening! I opened a mailing box so you guys can send me letters or small packages! But before I reveal the address, I want to go over the rules, so everyone is all clear on how this will work.” You changed your camera angle again, this time making your picture small and in the bottom left corner.

“I made a whole document of what’s acceptable and not acceptable to send, because you guys know - there’s always gonna be some weirdo who wants to send used socks or human hair, or even doodoo. I don’t know, just degenerate stuff. So let’s see what we have, right?” You pulled up the document, and went over the basics. “Letters and small packages are acceptable! As much as I would love to receive snacks or food, they would have to be clearly sealed. I don’t want to get poisoned here, you know?” You continued. “Please nothing too big, I didn’t get the largest box available. As long as it’s about this big -” You took your hands and held them out, to show a space the size of a large shoebox “it’ll fit just fine. And no weird things either! Please don’t ruin this for me, okay? This is my first time doing something like this, and I want it to be as enjoyable as possible for everyone.” You glanced over at your chat, seeing messages of support flying at a fast rate.

You grinned, and put your hands below your face to frame it. “I’m glad you guys are all excited. I can’t wait to receive some letters! I’ll try and write back if I can, but I can’t guarantee I will because if there’s a lot of letters, I won’t be able to realistically get to them all. But that doesn’t mean I won’t treasure them with all my heart!!!” You breathed a sigh of relief.

“So the address is linked below, and because of mailing restrictions, I can only receive letters under my legal name. So…yeah.” You twiddled your fingers before taking another deep breath. “Now you guys know my real name. It’s ___ ___.” Your lips pursed together in a small smile. “I didn’t want to make it a big deal, so that’s why I just put it together with my P.O. box. Yay name reveal!” You laughed, mostly to try and calm the nerves that were bubbling up to the surface.

“But yes, that’s it! Thanks for joining me, and I’ll see you next time.” You hit the button to end the stream, and exhaled a huge sigh. From the chat messages you were seeing, everyone seemed to be positively reacting to the news. And the best part was because you had snuck in your name at the end, no one seemed to be fixated on that new piece of info.

No one except…Gojo Satoru.

To tell the truth, Gojo was not on your stream the night you announced your P.O. box and real name. He was streaming himself, but after he ended his 7 hour long stream on a science-fiction based survival game, he went to check your latest VOD. He didn’t watch through the whole thing, but he saw in your timestamps that “special announcement” was marked. He skipped through to the end, and heard you announce your mailing address, and real name. His eyes widened, and before he could think, he searched and found the address linked below, listed below your normal social media handles.

___…that’s a pretty name. Gojo thought to himself. He repeated it several times, mentally and out loud, testing how his voice sounded with your name. He wanted more information about you, and with this, he was itching with excitement. His heart skipped a beat when he read the zip code and city where your P.O. box was located.

She lives in the same city as me. Gojo could feel his heart pounding faster, as he realized the gravity of the situation. I can send her mail…I can send her whatever I want. Whenever I want. And she’ll see it. She’ll open it and know it’s from me. And she’s only a few neighborhoods away from me. Or at least her mailing address is. But I have to assume she chose a location that’s convenient for her to get to. I can’t wait for her to see what I’ll send her.

His eyebrows scrunched up at the thought. Well, I can probably still get away with just putting GS on the label. He’d worry about the semantics later. But he didn’t want to send a letter, he already had a private and open communication with you. But his mind started going through a million miles an hour, thinking of all the possibilities of what he could send you. And then, a malicious thought entered his mind, and his lips curled into an absolutely evil smirk.

I know just what to send her. I’ll double check to make sure she’ll accept it but I’ll buy it now. Gojo pulled up several sex toy websites, quickly scrolling through the vibrator section until he landed on the one he was looking for.

Yep, that’s it. In less than a minute, he pulled out his black card from out of his wallet, entered the details, and picked expedited shipping.

Can’t wait until ___ sees this.

A few days later…

You were on a lunch break, minding your business on a normal workday when you got a ping from GS. Checking to see what it was, your eyes almost bulged out of your skull.

GS: can i send u something to your p.o. box?

You should’ve expected this, but still, your heart started clamoring for attention. You quickly typed back a message.

You: yes! what is it?

On Gojo’s side, he exhaled a long breath, eyeing the new pink vibrator that was sitting on his desk. It had come in yesterday, and he hadn’t opened the box itself, but taken it out of its initial packaging at least.

GS: before i tell you, i want you to tell me how you feel about me

You saw the message, and you couldn’t believe what was going on. GS was asking you now, of all times? You were halfway through your break, you didn’t have time to do this!

You: dude, i don’t have time to elaborate because i’m on break at work but here’s the deal. i like you, you’re a cool friend. i’m happy you talk to me, and send me silly memes. but like, there’s no label as far as i understand, right? like we’re just…platonic

Your fingers were shaking tremendously when you hit “send.” You never wanted to label things with GS, because there was still so much you didn’t know about him. You didn’t want to commit any feelings to someone that, although you cared about deeply, was as far as you were concerned - pixels on a screen. You knew a person existed behind that screen, but you had no idea what he could even begin to look like.

Gojo saw the message and his heart sank a bit. He was hoping you would’ve admitted some kind of feeling towards him, but then he remembered how distant he was with communication when it came to his real life. So, he pondered a bit and typed out a quick message.

GS: i see. what if i liked you a bit more than that? does that freak you out?

“Great Neptune.” You whispered to yourself, trying to type with your non-dominant hand and finish the rest of your lunch with the other, before you tried to clock back in. “He is really testing my patience today.”

You: yeah, a little, only because i don’t know what you look like. you barely give me anything to work with, gs. i assume you saw my mailing address and my real name. you know what i look like. but i still know next to nothing about you. that’s not fair is it

The response was swift, and immediate.

GS: you’re right, it isn’t. i’m going to fix that immediately

GS: [sent 2 attachments]

You saw the attachment messages, but you hadn’t clicked on them because you were busy trying to pack your lunch container away and get back to work.

Gojo nearly threw his phone on the floor in frustration. He blew out a shaky sigh, and set his phone gently on his desk, before going back to his normal everyday shenanigans. As much as he was confident in his day to day skills, somehow you managed to piss him off just a bit by your silent dismissal. But he didn’t hold it against you for very long, when he was reminded that you were a regular person with regular working hours. It wasn’t your fault he had a flexible schedule where he could work whenever he wanted.

After your shift was over, you were commuting back home when you remembered you had some unopened messages. You finally clicked on the attachments GS sent, and your eyes widened, watching your fingers slip and drop your phone on the floor.

Holy shit…he is hot.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when your phone was showing a full screen picture of a man with the most unimaginable body you’d ever seen. The man was in a bathroom, taking a mirror selfie with his phone in one hand, and the other hand holding up a cheeky peace sign. All he was wearing was a solid black compression shirt and grey shorts, but you could clearly see the outline of his well-defined abs, and the subtle but strong musculature of his shoulders and chest. And he did have stark white hair. It looked so soft and fluffy, for a moment all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it. His chest was nearly bursting out of the shirt, you weren’t sure if it was because the shirt was too small or because he was that jacked.

“That has to be fake, oh my gods,” you mumbled to yourself. You scrambled to pick your phone back up and zoom in to see what you could get. His face was irritably scribbled off, he must’ve used some photo editing tool to redact his facial features. But you could still see an outline of a strong jawline, and even though it was blurry, you zoomed in enough to see the hints of some veins snaking through down his arms. You even checked the photo source, everything was saying that this was a real picture he took, not some random image search of a hot man that he tried to pass off as himself.

Your hands were shaking as you clicked off the first picture, and then opened the second attachment. A video??? No way…

You realized you were in a semi public area, so you fished through your purse and found your trusty pair of wireless earbuds. Connecting them and shoving them in your ears almost painfully, you clicked on the video and turned the volume all the way up.

“Hi ___.” he whispered. Your stomach did several back flips and you had to pause to collect yourself. You took several shallow breaths, and then hit play again. He was taking a video from the bust down, so again, you couldn’t see his face which was frustrating. “Told you I was hot.” He chuckled lowly. “Sorry I’m being face shy. I just…I don’t want to give away anything too fast.” Even on full volume, you were having difficulty hearing his voice since he was speaking pretty quietly, but you could tell he had a rich, chocolatey baritone voice that made your insides shiver with excitement.

“Anyway…you should know how special you are for getting to see even this. You have no idea how many people would kill for this video.” You paused the video again, wondering what that could mean. Was he implying something deeper? I’ve never seen this guy in my life, I would know if I ran into someone that recognizable, even by the hair alone.

“You mean a lot to me, and I’m sorry I was being an ass about this. I promise to make it up to you soon.” And the video ended.

All you could think about on the commute home was about GS. You kept repeating the video, trying to see if you could see any reflection of his face, trying to get any hint of where he was from, anything. You were desperate for answers, so finally you decided to send him a message.

You: finally saw your video. they weren’t weird. i guess i can’t lie…you are hot

Gojo saw his phone screen light up with your notification, and raced to see what you said. When he saw your confession, he laughed to himself. It was refreshing to see your honesty, and he thought it was super cute.

GS: told you hehe. so can i tell you what i got you?

Your heart jumped at the thought again, you had almost forgotten about the alleged gift he was sending!

You: yea i guess

His reply was swift.

GS: it’s a sex toy

“What the fuck!” At this point, you had already arrived home and were in the process of unpacking and undressing for the day. You tossed your phone on the kitchen counter as you were taking off your shoes and outerwear.

You began to shuffle and pace around the kitchen. Why does he want to do that? Does he like me? What the hell is going on, where is this coming from? I mean, thank goodness he’s not a stalker and he’s very hot and seemingly interested in me but like WHAT IS HAPPENING–

You heard your phone ping again.

GS: lmk if you want me to send it or not

After what felt like an eternity of silence, your fingers began to craft a reply.

You: fuck it, let’s ball. send it

When Gojo saw your reply, his mouth stretched into a cheshire-like grin. He grabbed the toy, his car keys and headed out to the nearest postal store to send it in discreet packaging. Again, he opted for expedited shipping so you could get it as soon as the next day.

Gojo was so unbelievably excited about what was in store for you. And you had no idea.

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Gojo losing his v-card + mommy kink please

This is going to keep me up I swear 😳

Nobody screams more desperate and pathetic than virgin!satoru does.. he’d practically beg you to sleep with him. Forgetting the fact that It wasn’t his first time with you, it was his first time in general. The only experience he had prior was touching himself often at the thought of you.

Satoru would be so impatient. He’d grind against your clothed pussy helplessly overstimulated and impatient. He’d press hard, inexperienced kisses on your lips, pawing at your bare breasts and latching on them soon after. He’d toy your nipple with his tongue, still rutting up against you with no rhythm.

“You want inside, pretty boy?” You’d tease, making him absolutely melt beneath you. He’d struggle to find the right words to respond with, muttering and whining as you wrapped a soft hand around his angry cock.

“nghh~ yes plea~ah!” he would moan as you slipped him inside until you were practically sitting on him. You’d bounce against him, feeling him twitch with each stroke. Wet slapping noises filled the room, making his porcelain pale face deepen with color. You’d shove your breast into his mouth again, watching him sloppily suck on it with glossed over eyes.

“Mhmm mommy~ like that I’m gonna-fuck!”

Gojo’s hips would thrust unconsciously into you. There’s no doubt that he would finish instantly after you sent him over the edge, cum sliding down his shaft and onto his sensitive balls. He’d lay there afterwards, holding you close with his face between your breasts and blabbering a series of strung out apologies for finishing inside you.

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gojo satoru bringing home fushiguro megumi was something you did not anticipate of.

you were cooking a welcome home food for your menace, satoru, when he startled you with his teleportation and a frowning kid.

“hello to my prettiest girl, the love of my life, the light in the dar—”

you shushed him. “i thought you work as a sorcerer, never thought you would take kidnapping as a part time job.”

he pouted. he had the audacity to be offended. “excuse me?! how dare you accuse me of such blasphemous claim?”

you shrugged, used to his outrageous reactions. “well, you’re definitely the type of man that my mom warned me about. those guys who would entice you with candies just to get in a van?” you looked at him, up and down, “yup, that’s you.”

before he could answer, you heard a snicker from the kid. your lips slightly curled up before raising an eyebrow at your irritating (affectionately) boyfriend.

“oh,” he stupidly realized, “this is megumi, i’ve bought him from an auction.”

megumi kicked satoru’s shin and he pretended to be hurt. the spiky-haired boy dusted off the invisible particles on his clothes.

you snorted before going back to cooking dinner.

“so, tell me why you decided to change career that involves kidnapping children?”

“well, i wanted to practice on how to take care of a child when we decided to have one.”

you accidentally put your hand over the burning stove and satoru practically flies to you. he basically becomes a mother hen as he blows your hands.

“[name]! oh my god, what happened?”

you go to the sink to wash your hands as you blankly stare at your burning hands. oh man, you think your hearing is deteriorating. you’re hearing some things that are… impossible.

“satoru, you’re not funny.”

satoru, who has the most alabaster skin, pales. he’s hearing his government name. not ‘toru, baby, pretty boy, my husband.

“haha, pretty baby, what do you mean? i’m always funny. ha. ha.”

“don’t kid around like that. you know our job is…” you trail off, unable to continue the sentiment.

in a world where you attend more funerals than birthdays; you greet more corpse than people; having to work under those ungrateful elders, tomorrow is uncertainty, so you try to enjoy the present as much as you’re alive.

he seems confused for a moment before a dawning realization etches on his face. his eyes soften before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i really wanna see you carry my babies, y’know? wanna see you round and full an—okay! i know we’re still not finish in school but whenever i see my future, i see you in it. i see us together. i see us forever and i want that. i don’t want to live in a life without your presence. you brought me so much joy if you weren’t crying right now, i would be on my knees begging for you to take me. make me your one and only. make me the happiest and luckiest man on earth because that’s my only purpose why i was born in this cruel, yet beautiful world. i live for you.”

tears run down on your cheeks as you hear satoru’s honest thoughts about his joke. oh my god, how did a simple joke turn into an almost-but-not-quite proposal?

you cradle his face between your hands and kiss his sweet, soft lips that utter nothing but devotion to you. you feel him smile against yours.

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[Chapter 10] Megumi's Fourth Birthday

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Being with Megumi as his fourth birthday approaches is an exciting experience. Megumi knows that his birthday is coming up, his father reminds him daily, and he tells you about it excitedly. The little boy has so many plans, telling you that when he grows a year older he’ll be much more mature than he is now; he won’t be scared to try new things and he’ll behave better. Apparently he’ll be able to stay up longer and he won’t cry over such miniscule things, he’ll eat more veggies and he’ll make more friends.

For his fourth year of life, Megumi has so many plans and you’re beyond excited to be a part of them. Toji sent you the details of the small birthday party that he’s hosting for Megumi. Nothing too extravagant, he’s just taking the kid to his favorite restaurant inviting a couple of Megumi’s daycare friends, and after they’ll go to an arcade, which is perfect since Megumi is finally getting a hang of the games offered. There’s only a couple of games that he actually knows how to play, and he can’t wait to play them with his friends. A party at the park would’ve been a better idea, but it’s extremely cold outside so it wouldn’t be smart.

You’re not sure if you want to join Toji, feeling that you’ll be too old amongst the other kids, but Toji insists that you must go because he doesn’t want to be stuck with three kids. So you’re going. By noon you’re outside your door and knocking on Toji’s since you agreed to meet at the time. When he opens the door, you hear Megumi’s cries and you furrow your brows. Toji sighs.

“He refuses to put on his pants.” Toji is quick to share, and you chuckle. Toji notices the blue shopping bag in your hand, and when he offers to take it from your hand, you shake your head. You smile at him before asking,

“May I come in, Toji? I think I have the perfect way to help you.” You respond, and he moves aside to let you come into the apartment. You walk in, walking straight to Megumi. You crouch down and smile at the teary-eyed boy. You wipe his tears and pout before asking, “What’s up baby? Why don’t you want to put on your pants?”

He doesn’t have an actual valid response, the young boy just doesn’t want to wear pants. You hold back on chuckling before offering, “I have a very special gift for my birthday boy, but I can only give it to you if you wear your pants.”

“But–” Megumi begins, his tears streaming down his face again. It takes everything in you not to laugh.

“See what I’ve been dealing with?” Toji says, and it makes Megumi’s crying worse. You shush the man before turning your full attention to Megumi again.

“I promise that you’ll love what I got you, Megumi. All you have to do is put on your pants. And after we’ll go have lunch at your favorite place– We’re going to do so much fun stuff, Megumi.” You tell him, and after a minute, he ends up putting the pants on without a problem. Toji rolls his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. How come when he bribes Megumi it doesn’t work?

“I’m ready.” Megumi answers. However, you can’t just leave yet because Toji isn’t ready yet. He struggled getting Megumi ready, and now the man isn’t changed to leave. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt and pants to put on the outfit he had picked out for today. Meanwhile, Megumi opens the gift you got him, and he wastes no time in playing with it.

“Do you like it, Megumi?” You ask him, and he nods in response. He smiles at you and you smile back at him. He continues playing until Toji is ready to go.

“Alright, let’s go.” Toji orders, and you’re out the door within a minute. Megumi holds your hand while you walk to Toji’s car. You end up picking him up while you walk down the stairs.

“Did I forget to wish you a happy birthday?” You ask Megumi, and you stick your bottom lip out when he nods in response. You kiss his temple before telling him, “Happy birthday, Megumi. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He mutters, and it fills your heart up with joy. Toji fights back a smile as he listens to the interaction, walking behind you. God, that’s so sappy, he can’t smile at it, he’s not a sappy man.

Taking care of three kids outside of work hours is more exhausting than your actual job. For some reason, it’s extremely draining to watch three kids. Megumi becomes more energetic and more talkative with the kids, which was to be expected but you just didn’t expect him to be such a handful. But you’re glad that he is, because it means that he’s having fun. You’re not sure Toji shares those same feelings because the man looks tired.

After eating with three four-year-olds, Toji is chasing them around the arcade. Toji wants to play some games with you, and just as he’s about to, Megumi asks for some assistance to play a different game. Toji’s not lucky at all because every time he approaches you with the intent of having some fun himself, a stupid four-year-old tugs on his pants and asks the stupid question, “Will you help me, Mr. Fushiguro?”

He knows he has to comply, he wants to make Megumi happy and he has to do that by making his friends happy. Toji doesn’t want to admit that he’s jealous– He’s jealous of a fucking four-year-old because he gets to play with you while Toji doesn’t. Toji has to chase around some stupid kids, and help them out as well.

But finally, he sees his opportunity. He walks over to you as you awkwardly stand, looking for another game to play. Just when Toji’s hopes go up, they quickly go down. Megumi runs over to you and catches your attention.

“Can we play air hockey?” Megumi asks, blinking rapidly in your direction which causes you to laugh. You’re about to nod but you feel a hand land on the small of your back. You look at Toji and you smile at him. Toji’s brows furrow as he looks down at his son before he asks,

“Can I play a game with her?” Which causes Megumi to shake his head. It takes everything in Toji to not roll his eyes. He sighs. “C’mon, let me play a single game with her.”

“It’s my birthday.” Megumi is all pouty as he points out that it’s his special day. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose before admitting that it is. Toji’s about to watch over the other two kids, before you speak up,

“How about the three of us play a game? I mean, it’s up to four players.” You suggest, and the simple idea hadn’t crossed Toji’s mind. They both agree.

“Should I get one of the other kids?” Toji asks, and you shake your head. They’re playing another game together and you don’t want to interrupt it because in the end one of them will be left out. They’re in the games that are right in front of you, so you’re not too worried about them. It’s fine as long as they’re in your vision “So how are we going to do it?”

“I’ll team up with Megumi, and you can play alone. I think you’ll be fine.” You answer, and he ends up nodding in response. Toji grabs the blue paddle, while you and Megumi are stuck with the red ones.

You begin to play, and it takes Megumi a bit to get used to the game. He’s good at stopping the puck from scoring, but he can’t stop Toji every time. Both of you notice Megumi getting frustrated by the game, and Toji is thinking about going easy because he can’t be too competitive with a four-year-old. He even touches the puck a couple of times, stopping it, and while Toji wants to tell his son that you can’t do that in the game, the little man just turned four. But once Megumi gets the hang of it, he manages to score a couple times with your help.

Toji still wins though. And before you demand a rematch, Megumi wanders off to his friends, about to ask them if they want to play a racing game; Megumi sucks at it but he loves playing the game since he gets to sit down. He usually asks his father for help, but he likes to show off to his friends that he’s a big boy now.

“Wow, can’t believe he just left us like that.” You joke, and Toji chuckles, watching as Megumi’s two friends follow him. When they get to their game, you turn your attention to Toji and ask, “Ready for a rematch?”

“If you’re ready to lose.” He answers, and you begin another game. But this time you actually do all the work. You were only helping Megumi in the last round but this time you’re actually playing. Toji is still a hard opponent but every time he scores, you get even.

Toji almost lets you win, but his competitive side gets the best of him, and he has to score against you a couple of times. Until he finally wins. You pout your lips and cross your arms before you walk over to Megumi and his friends to check how they are. You hear Toji yell,

“Oh c’mon! I thought you wanted a fair game!”

Within the hour, the kids’ parents pick them up from the arcade. Megumi is bummed out to see them go, but he forgets once he plays a couple more games with you. By the end of the day, you have so many tickets.

Megumi trades in his tickets for candy, you trade yours in to get a stupid cartoon ball for Megumi, which he loves more than the candy– With what you have left over you also get some candy for Megumi, which he thanks you for. Toji has the most amount of tickets, doing extraordinary in every single game that the arcade offered (he won’t mention that he stole some of Megumi’s friends' tickets, claiming it as a small fee for everything). However, Toji doesn’t know what he can spend his tickets on.

He ponders on it for a moment, looking at all the fun toys and gadgets that he can pick from. He calculates that he can get two giant stuffed animals, and he stares for a moment. Is it really worth it? The man looks at you and Megumi, as you suck on a lollipop that Megumi offered. Megumi also has his own candy that he sucks on. He smiles at you two, and then gets the two stuffed teddy bears.

You don’t notice it until Toji holds two giant stuffed bears. You laugh since Toji looks absolutely ridiculous but yet so adorable. You tilt your head before you ask, “Two? What for?”

“One for Megumi...” Toji begins. He can’t hand the stuffed bear to Megumi since they’re almost the same size, but also because Megumi’s hands are full. Toji then extends the other bear, “The other for you.”

“Oh…” You feel your face get warm, taking the stuffed bear from his hands. You mutter a thank you, before a weak smile overcomes his lips. Toji clears his throat before he asks,

“Ready to go home?”

When you get back to the apartment building, you drop the stuffed animal back at your apartment before you go to Toji’s apartment. You had some dessert at the restaurant but nothing like the traditional cake. And while Megumi would’ve liked celebrating this part of the day with his friends, Toji didn’t really want to invite two other kids to the small place of living.

Toji lights up four candles, and you begin to sing happy birthday to Megumi, however, he blows the candles out before due time. He heard the cake was a chocolate one and he can’t wait to taste it. You and Toji laugh.

You help Toji out, serving the slices of cake for everyone before you take a seat and enjoy it in silence. Toji finds himself foolishly smiling, he doesn’t remember the last time he was this happy. He’s watching Megumi, who’s making a complete and total mess with his cake.

“I hope that after all the sweets you can sleep tonight.” Toji comments, and Megumi doesn’t miss a beat before responding,

“It’s my birthday.” Which has been Megumi’s only comeback for the day. You chuckle, before nodding.

“He’s right.”

“I wasn’t even telling him anything bad. Just an observation.” Toji responds. A genuine smile comes to your lips as you make eye contact with Toji. His cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink. God, he wishes he could’ve spent the day with just the two of you, but it’s not his birthday. He cherishes this moment because it almost feels like you’re a family.

“I want more cake.” Megumi says, putting his fork down. Toji shakes his head.

“No more cake for today. You’ve had enough sugar, even if it is your birthday.” Toji tells him, and Megumi crosses his arms, pouting his lips. You can’t do anything about it even if you wanted to. Giving Megumi more sugar would be an awful idea.

“You can have more cake tomorrow, Megumi.” You point out but it doesn’t help much. Megumi wants the cake now, not tomorrow. But Megumi has had a great day, so he won’t throw a tantrum, even if it is his birthday.

Toji clears his throat before he stands up. He walks over to the dresser, opening a drawer to pull something out. Your back is turned to him so you don’t really see anything until Toji takes a seat again and he puts down a black square box. He slides it across the table, and you raise your brows.

“What is this?” You ask Toji as you take the box.

“Just a gift. We won’t be together for the holidays since I’ll be taking Megumi to spend it with his grandparents. Thought it’d be appropriate to get you something since you’re so kind to us.” Toji answers, which takes you back. You open the box to find a charm bracelet, which almost makes you burst into tears because it’s perfect. You’ve never really thought about getting a charm bracelet, but you find it like such a thoughtful gift from his part.

Megumi is looking, trying to see what the gift is. He thought he was the only one that got gifts today, but he doesn’t mind that you’re getting something. Megumi absolutely adores you. Toji clears his throat again before saying, “It’s not real gold… Sorry.”

“Oh, Toji, this is so beautiful. I love it.” You smile at him, putting on the bracelet before sliding yourself across the floor to throw your hands over him and hug him. You kiss his cheek, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you pull away. Maybe you should’ve just stuck with a hug. Toji smiles at you.

Megumi walks over to you, crossing his arms before he asks, “Do I get a kiss too?”

“You get all the kisses you want.” You respond, filling his face with kisses until he’s giggling and pushing you away. Once you stop, you stand up, “I should get going.”

“Stay.” Megumi looks up at you with doe eyes, and you pout. You kiss the top of his head before you ruffle his hair. “It’s my birthday.”

“I’m tired, baby. But I’ll come back tomorrow to play with you, okay?” You respond, and he pouts. He’s about to throw a tantrum, and when Toji sees it, he stands up.

“I’ll walk you home.” Toji offers, not wanting to witness what’s about to happen. He expected the tantrums to stop the moment Megumi turned four, but this is the second one today. You two walk out the door together, leaving Megumi to scream by himself. It almost makes you turn around to stay with him a little longer, but Toji guides you out because he knows you’re weak.

“I feel bad.” You comment, opening the door to the home. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You can’t give in or he’ll throw more tantrums. You’ve spent your entire day with him, you must be tired.” Toji tells you, which is true but that doesn’t make you feel any less bad. Megumi is still screaming. You open the door to your apartment, and you turn to look at Toji for a minute. You smile as his hand goes to your cheek, caressing you with his thumb. You lightly bite down on your lip, and when he realizes what he’s doing, he takes his hand back and almost mutters an apology. He awkwardly says, “You look really pretty. Thank you for joining us.”

“Toji…” The way you say his name makes him melt. He doesn’t like that feeling that begins to overtake him when he hears your voice or when he hears your name. He looks at you. You grab the collar of his shirt and you pull him down, your lips meeting his.

It’s a short kiss, but it feels like it lasts for eternity. Toji wishes it could last for eternity. His body temperature rises, his palms getting sweaty as they go to your back. It’s a sweet kiss, and while he isn’t one that cares for sweets, he wishes he could get this every single day, every hour, every minute, every second. He doesn’t like this care and affection that he’s feeling. He fucking hates it because it makes him weak. He doesn’t like longing for one person. Yet you’re infiltrating his mind, and changing his feelings and thoughts.

You pull away, a sheepish smile on your lips, “Thank you for the bear, Toji. And the bracelet, it was very thoughtful.”

Before he answers, you’re inside, and you’ve shut the door. You’ve left him frozen, questioning everything that just happened.

Worst of all, you’ve left him with an idiotic smile on his lips, that quickly goes away when he feels it on his face.

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[Chapter 9] Alone

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You end up walking out of the store empty-handed. There was the perfect coat for you in the clearance section but for some odd reason, you couldn’t stand being in the store for any longer. Not with Momoko there at least. Your eyes kept lingering on her, and you couldn’t even breathe properly with her there. You don’t understand why, you don’t care about Toji– At least not romantically.

Toji can go to any woman he pleases, you don’t care. You were only slightly annoyed that he lied to you about working when he was just going on dates. You really don’t care about Toji… But your blood is boiling, your bottom lip quivering as you think about Toji’s girlfriend.

You stand outside of the store and take a deep breath. You still need your coat but you begin to walk to the bus stop to go back home, you’re not in the mood to go to another store. You’re thinking about a lot at once, and while you’re watching out for people while walking, you don’t really look at them. You don’t care to look at anyone’s face until you hear your name, causing you to come to a stop. You turn to look at the person who called out your name, and you roll your eyes when you see him.

“Satoru… Can I help you?” You look at the man that steps closer to you. The last thing you need is to talk to him of all people but you don’t have the guts to send him to hell, at least not at this moment.

“Just wanted to say hi.” Satoru says, and it doesn’t seem in character for him so you’re able to smell his bullshit quickly. You cross your arms and look him up and down, he doesn’t need to ask what that look means; he grew up with you, he knows. “Don’t you wanna get a cup of coffee? It’s pretty cold.”

“You know what? Might as well.” You tell him, knowing that your bus won’t show up for the next thirty minutes. You’re not waiting for that long in the cold, nor are you walking back home. Satoru gives you an awkward smile before nudging his head in the direction he wants to go. You follow behind him, and luckily, you don’t have to walk much before you’re at the place that Satoru was thinking of.

He offers to get your coffee, and you hum in response since you don’t want to stand in line. While he gets your coffee, you take a seat. You look out the window while you wait for Satoru, thinking about Toji. Not only was he lying about working, but he also has a girlfriend. You’re realizing that you care so much because you… No, you don’t like him. You just feel betrayed– What if they were already dating while you were sleeping together? Granted, you only had sex twice, but that’s still considered cheating.

You get so lost in your own thoughts that you’re startled when Satoru places the cup of coffee in front of you. You mutter a thank you before taking a sip from the cup. Satoru takes a seat, and you sit in silence. Until Satoru clears his throat and says, “How have you been holding up?”

“Do you actually care or are you asking because of formality?” You respond, and Satoru furrows his brows. He’s confused by your question.

“What kind of question is that?” He asks. He watches you take a sip of your drink before you open your mouth to speak again.

“We both know you don’t care.” You end up shrugging, and he squints, pursing his lips together. He tries to think what you mean, and he ends up sighing when he can’t figure out what you mean by it.

“What do you mean by that? We’ve known each other for years, of course I care.” He questions, and you scoff. You absolutely hate how he’s completely clueless.

“You knew my husband for years and you still refused to help him when he was asking for help. Why do you suddenly care?” You bring up, and it’s as clear as day for Satoru.

“He was asking for an absurd amount of money, how could I lend that to a dying man?” He argues, and you feel your blood boiling. Your face gets hot with anger, and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. You have to think logically. “You have to see my point of view, would you lend that much money to me if you knew I was dying the very next day?”

“He asked you for a job, and you couldn’t do that to him. Plus, I would’ve paid you back.” You point out, and Satoru ends up sighing in frustration.

“I’ll write you a check if that’s what you want. You don’t even have to pay me back, I just want to talk to you.” Satoru says, and you roll your eyes. You cross your arms and then cock your brow, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Why do you want to talk so badly? We were never friends. Your friend was Kento, not me.” You question as he pulls out his wallet. You end up telling him, “I don’t want your money, I just want to know why the hell you want to talk.”

“Well… Um–” It’s harder to get the words out. “I was just thinking that maybe we can spend some time together… I used to like you before you–”

“I’ll stop you right there. You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe those words are leaving your lips. What the hell is wrong with you?” You’re in disbelief, knowing that Satoru was just about to ask you out.

“It’s nothing absurd, we’re both alone– Look, you can’t dwell on it forever. Look around us. Everyone is with someone else, you don’t want to be the odd one out.” He continues, and you’re seething. It takes everything in you to not throw the hot beverage in his face. “If you want to stay alone, that’s fine. But I’m giving you an opportunity.”

“I’d rather be alone for the rest of my life than to be with you.” You respond, rising from your seat. You end up walking away, and Satoru won’t do anything but watch. He has nothing in his head that’ll convince you, other than,

“Fine, be alone then.”

On your way back home, you start to notice something that you’ve never noticed before. Just how many people were with someone else– Whether it’d be a family member, a friend or a lover. Although most people were alone, for some reason, in your eyes it seemed that the pairs and groups outnumbered the lone people. You don’t want to admit that Satoru’s words got to you, but they did.

You accepted that you’d be alone the day your husband died. You never really cared about it, until now. He brought it up, and now you’re not convinced that you want to be alone. Everyone wants to grow old with someone else, or at the very least have someone else they can rely on. You have no one.

For some odd reason, the thought fills your eyes with tears, and you try your best to hold them back. You manage to contain your tears until you’re at your door. You grab your key to unlock the door, and just as you get the key in, you feel a small pair of arms hug your leg. You’re startled, your heartbeat speeding up. You look down to find little Megumi, and that’s when the first tear sheds.

“Oh, hi, baby. How are you?” You ask him, crouching down on the floor to hug him. You kiss his forehead, and smile at him, wiping away your tears but they keep streaming down your face.

“Are you okay?” Megumi asks and you nod in response. You end up standing up, looking right at Toji, and for some reason, that makes your crying worse.

“Megumi, wait inside.” Toji orders, and Megumi walks back to his father. Toji opens the door for Megumi, and the boy waves at you before walking into the apartment. When Megumi is inside, he shuts the door. You unlock the door to your own apartment, not really wanting to stand outside in the cold for any long, and especially not with him as you cry. You’re not on good terms, so you don’t expect him to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Why wouldn’t I be?” You continue to wipe away your tears, and you try to act as if you’re fine. As if you aren’t crying right in front of him. You think that he’ll let go of the matter, but it seems as if someone else has taken over your neighbor’s body.

“Well… You are crying.” He points out the obvious, and yet you still smile. You then look at him and say,

“I’m fine.” Although it’s not convincing. Toji purses his lips together before sighing.

“I know we’re not really talking but you can still talk to me. Even if we’re mad at each other.” Toji says, and you chew on your cheek. You decide if confiding in him is your best option– But then again, you don’t really have many options of people to talk to, unless you dump your feelings on a baby you take care of… They can’t give you advice but it’s alright, you just need to vent. It’ll be nice to have an adult listen to you.

“I guess–” You begin, and he takes that as a yes. He interrupts you before you finish your sentence.

“Let’s go inside, it’s too cold to talk out here.”

“Okay…” You enter the apartment, and he follows behind you. He shuts the door, and you end up walking to the bed and taking a seat. Toji’s hands go to his pockets, and he awkwardly stands around before he asks,

“What’s wrong?” Toji asks, unsure of how to start it off.

“I think I’m almost on my period. It’s nothing serious.” You end up saying, and thankfully your crying has stopped. Toji walks closer toward you until he’s right in front of you. You look up at him.

“You let me in, we have to talk.” He says as if you’re forced to do it. “I’m a good guy to talk to.”

“I met up with Gojo and he– Well, he just made me realize how lonely I am. I’m not sure… I just– Maybe I don’t want to be alone like I thought. Almost everyone has someone else, but I don’t.” You confide, and it sounds so absurd. “It’s so dumb but it just got to me. I used to have someone but I no longer do, and I doubt I’ll find someone else.”

Toji takes a seat next to you. “You have Megumi. He absolutely adores you.”

Great, you have a three year old. Better than no one, you guess.

“You also have me.” Toji adds, and you bite your tongue. You’re not sure how to respond to that. Maybe you should point out how you haven’t talked in over a week because you’ve been mad at each other.

“Thank you, Toji.” You end up saying. Your hands go to your thighs and your eyes wander around the place. You clear your throat before asking a question that bugs your mind, “How do you move on?”

“Huh?” He questions. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you, completely confused. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re the only one I know that’s been through a similar situation.” You comment and he nods in response.

“I get that, but I haven’t really moved on.” He answers.

“Yeah… I get that. I mean, how did you start dating again?” You clarify, and he ends up chuckling.

“I really haven’t started dating, I have another job. I swear.” He responds, and you wish you could just sit and nod in response. Your nails dig into your palms and you take a deep breath. You don’t want to admit that you were snooping, but you can’t hide the information you know forever. It’ll haunt you– At least for a week and that sometimes feels like forever.

“I know about Momoko.” You confess, and his eyes widen as his eyebrows raise. He crosses his arms and he sucks in his bottom lip. “I– While looking for Megumi’s pajamas I found her card, and while I was coat shopping, I sorta bumped into her and I overheard… She was talking about how you’re the best boyfriend and whatnot.”

“Momoko.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. I know her because of my job but we’re not together.”

With that confession– What you think is the truth, you rest your head on his shoulder. He fights back a smile as he looks at you.

“I don’t have eyes for anyone anyway.” He ends up confessing. He ends up clearing his throat and then muttering, something that you almost miss but you’re thankful you catch, “Maybe for one person.”

“What was that?” You ask, and he furrows his eyebrows.

“What was what?”

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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Time slowly passes, and life seems to get better. You get closer to Toji– Platonically, not romantically. Although you said that the late night knocking can happen a little more often or at least you don’t regret anything that comes with the late night knocking, neither of you is going to start something that you know won’t stop. You’re also getting along with Megumi; it’s fair to say that you’re best friends with Megumi, which would be embarrassing to say that a three-almost-four-year-old is your best friend. It’s even more embarrassing because you’re not Megumi’s best friend, some other four-year-old is.

The air is completely cold, and you no longer have the same problem that you did when you first moved in; the heat is no longer a problem for you, now you don’t have enough blankets to warm you up. And late nights when you’re extremely cold, you think of a way to warm yourself up but then you remember that Toji has a young son and he shouldn’t leave Megumi alone in the place, even if it’s for an hour or less.

During the winter, you also notice how Toji works more during the night. He picks Megumi and you up from daycare then leaves again. It’s more often in December than before, and you assume it’s because Megumi’s birthday is coming up– Not only that, but also Christmas is coming up. You doubt that Toji is the type of parent that buys a lot of gifts, but he’ll surely get two different gifts for his son.

“When is daddy getting here?” Megumi asks, looking up at you with his cute little eyes. It’s getting late and you don’t want to bother Toji but it’s well past Megumi’s bed time. He keeps yawning and falling asleep. It doesn’t help that tomorrow you still have to wake up early.

“I don’t know, buddy… Are you sleepy?” You question even though it’s obvious. While Megumi would love to deny the fact that he is, indeed, sleepy. He can’t deny it this time. He ends up nodding in response. “How about I get you your pjs and you can sleep here?”

“Okay.” Megumi responds, and you smile at him before telling him,

“Just focus on the TV, okay? Don’t do anything. I’ll be right back.” You walk out of the apartment and walk next door. You search for the key that’s under the mat, and enter the place. You don’t mean to snoop around, but you have no idea where Megumi’s pajamas are so you have to. And that should be your only purpose… But when you find the pajamas, you keep opening drawers to see if you find anything interesting. You’re just wasting your time, knowing that you have to go back to Megumi. But you just want to find something about Toji– Maybe a picture of his late wife or just something that lets you know about him because you know so little about him, even though you’ve been living here for six months.

Looking through Toji’s clothes, you find a business card. You squint your eyes as you look at it, and you read it out loud, “Momoko Hora, vice president of marketing–”

Before you can read the company of the card, you hear keys rattling outside and you shove the card back inside the drawer, hiding it with the clothes again. You close the drawer, and thankfully he gives you enough time to pretend as if nothing happened. You were just looking for Megumi’s pajamas.

“I was wondering why the door wasn’t locked.” Toji says when he sees you. He looks you up and down, and notices the pair of pajamas that you hold. “Were you already planning a sleepover?”

“You are a little later than usual. Megumi even admitted that he’s tired, which is a miracle.” You respond, and Toji looks at the watch that’s on his left wrist, and you furrow your brows. It’s the first time you notice the watch, and it looks expensive, at least you can tell it’s outside of Toji’s budget.

“You’re right. Lost track of time.” Toji replies, and you furrow your brows. He’s not wearing his mechanic outfit, as a matter of fact, Toji is dressed up. You cross your arms and purse your lips together.

“Were you on a date?” You question, making his eyes widen and then shake his head frantically. “You’re dressed up, not sweaty. Did you get a different job or?”

“Well um…” He looks around, trying to find the right words to say. He’d tell you that he doesn’t owe you an explanation, but he knows that he does since you take care of his son free of charge. Instead of actually saying what he should, he tries to change the topic, “Should we go get Megumi?”

“Yeah.” You respond because in the end, taking care of Megumi is your priority. You’ll let go of the subject since Toji clearly wants you to let it go. And you will, you’ll let it go. You’ll let it go the best way you can and that is by giving Toji the silent treatment.

Toji doesn’t notice that you’re not talking to him in the morning. It’s always so early and he doubts that you’re fully awake to engage in conversation. You always say something but not enough to make him notice that this morning you’re not talking. Then in the afternoon, he assumes that you’re too tired after work to talk. He only ever notices when he has to drop Megumi off at your place again, and you shut the door in his face.

He knocks again, and you don’t open the door for him. This seems out of place for you, and he wonders what he did. Toji is just so oblivious to what’s happening around him. He’s questioning why the hell you’re mad even though he should be well aware of it.

“Can we talk?” He raises his voice so you can hear it through the door, although it shouldn’t take much effort since almost everything is audible through the thin walls. He thinks about why you’re possibly mad as he tries to recall the events of last night– He was too tired to process much of what was happening. “Are you okay?”

There’s no answer.

He knocks again, trying to figure out what’s wrong with you as he recalls your interaction last night. You asked if he was on a date and he shook his head but he never gave you an answer on what he was doing. He keeps knocking, trying to think of what to say, “I swear, I wasn’t on a date!”

The door finally opens, and your arms are crossed. Toji stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out what he’ll start off with, and he’s not thinking well; he knows that it is your business but he won’t talk to you as if it is. And what he says nearly makes you shut the door in his face again, “Frankly, if I was on a date it’d be none–”

“If you say it’s none of my business, do I need to remind you that I take care of Megumi free of charge? I mean, what if I want to go out with friends or on a date? I spend all day and all my free time taking care of a kid that isn’t mine.” You interrupt him, and Toji’s brows furrow.

“You know what? You’re right. If you’d like, I can set you up on a date with one of my coworkers.”

“I don’t want to go on a date with one of your bummy coworkers.” You respond.

“Is it that or are you just jealous and you want to try to make me jealous by going on a date?” Toji questions, making you roll your eyes.

“What would I be jealous of? Only thing I’m jealous of is that you get so much free time while I don’t.” You answer. “I agreed to take care of Megumi because you’re supposed to be working, but since you aren’t, I’ll have to charge you.”

“Fine. If that’s what you want. But I’ll get an actual babysitter.” Toji says, and you put your hand over your heart. You dramatically gasp before you say,

“Oh, you’ve hurt my poor little heart.” Toji ends up scoffing, and before shutting the door right in his face, you tell him, “Thank you for the time off. I can finally rest.”

After your small quarrel with Toji, you don’t talk to him the next day, matter of fact, you don’t talk to him for a week. Toji takes Megumi to the shop in the morning, avoiding interacting with you by not taking him to daycare. You have to tell everyone that Toji decided to take him to the shop for the week.

With your newfound free time, you wonder when and how you’ll make up with Toji… Maybe you were a little too dramatic– Did you overreact? To be fair to you, Toji has been going out on dates and masking it as working late. But you don’t care too much about that now. You’re wondering if you’ll be okay with him when Megumi’s birthday rolls around.

Megumi’s fourth birthday is in a week. You’ve already gotten Megumi’s gift, and you hope that you’ll be able to be with him when he blows out the four candles of his cake. But you aren’t really given the chance to talk to Toji. Every time you bump into each other, you avoid looking at each other’s faces. Toji runs the other way, and you do so as well.

Thankfully, with your free time, you’re able to do some shopping. There’s a boutique that’s a half hour away from your apartment, and you’re able to go. You need a new coat, and you’re sure that you’ll find it in this boutique. You search through clothes, finding cute outfits but then looking at price tags, and putting the clothes back in the racks. One thing you didn’t expect was for the prices to be so high.

You’re looking for a coat that isn’t too pricey. The cute clothes that you were looking at aren’t worth the price– You do have money saved up but that’s for other needs. You’re saving up for something else. You don’t know what yet. While browsing through the clearance section, you hear a name that perks up your ears.

“Momoko, you can’t be serious.”

“Momoko…” You mutter. You try to remember where you heard the name. You mutter the name to yourself a couple of times before it hits you: The card you found in Toji’s drawer. You turn to look at her, finding a tall brunette. You stare, even though you try not to. You manage to disguise yourself though. Her hair is kept short and she neatly tucks it behind her ears, she has big brown eyes, plump lips, and a cute button nose.

You don’t dwell too long on her features though. Your eyes fall on the jewelry set she wears. You’d think it’s fake gold if she didn’t hold multiple clothes, ones that you’ve checked and they’re fucking expensive.

Maybe it’s not the same woman. There isn’t only one Momoko in the universe.

“Are you serious with Toji? Like he’s so hot but he’s so fucking mean.”

“He’s really sweet with me, he might not look it but he is.” Momoko speaks, and you feel your heart drop. Your hand grips the hanger you hold and you take a deep breath.

You’re not jealous. You’re not jealous. You’re not fucking jealous.

She hasn’t called him the b-word yet so you have no reason to be jealous. Plus, it wouldn’t matter. You don’t care for Toji, just for his son. He’s just your neighbor.

“Next thing you’re gonna say is that he’s the best boyfriend ever.”

“But he is! Toji is the best boyfriend.” You hear it, and you deeply inhale. You wish they’d lower their voice– Plus, they talk as if they were teens while they look like they’re almost in their thirties. “Let’s stop talking about him. Why do you guys care so much anyway?”

You go back to looking for coats, and try your best to find the perfect one. However, it’s hard when you can only look at Toji’s apparent girlfriend.

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