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megumi doesn’t like pda. he’s a private person, he likes to keep intimate things to himself.

that is until the two of you started dating.

you decided to keep your relationship a secret, wanting to move slow and spend quality time together, just the two of you, before everyone else knew and would inevitably tease you.

you’re at a restaurant, sitting next to megumi and occasionally bumping shoulders, but not too much that your friends and upperclassmen get suspicious.

you’re talking to nobara and maki about training and classes among other things when you feel megumi’s hand curl over yours on your lap from under the table.

you don’t react at first, just continuing your conversation.

then megumi slips his fingers under your palm, turning your hand over to lace his fingers with yours.

it’s a bold move for megumi fushiguro.

you smile, turning your head slightly to glance at your secret boyfriend and finding him listening to yuji ramble on as he and yuta listen half-heartedly.

megumi squeezes your hand.

you squeeze back.

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RODEO STATION, 1 — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO 

A collection of you and Megumi, through the years, through Gojo’s eyes. 

content, warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, sort of canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique but it’s not mentioned in depth here, really just you and megumi falling in love and gojo watching

word count: 1.1k

part i: first years, jujutsu tech. fits in the timeline around when nobara first joins the class

When Satoru first finds him, Megumi has two conditions. First, that Tsumiki would be kept safe and happy, and far away from the Zenin clan if they weren’t going to be good to her—safe and far away from all jujutsu society if Gojo could help it; and that she would never have to worry about feeding herself or Megumi ever again. Satoru agreed right away, he would have done that without the request. 

For his second condition, an eight year old Megumi looked Satoru straight in the eye and told him that he would absolutely not be separated from you. Satoru thought it was cute, sweet, in the bratty, and naive but determined kind of way that seemed to be everything that kid stood for, and Satoru couldn’t fault him for it. Megumi’s evident childlike adoration of you aside, Satoru saw potential in you, too, so he accepted Megumi’s conditions, happy to welcome the two of you to the world of sorcery. 

It’s not until a week before you both start at Jujutsu Tech, that Satoru really asks Megumi why he wants you here (never mind the fact that you had already also made up your mind about being a sorcerer, and if there is anything that Satoru has learned about you in the past decade, it’s that: one, you have the magical ability to make Megumi do anything you say; and two, you’re incredible persuasive and very stubborn). Megumi doesn’t look him in the eye when he answers, fidgeting with his melting ice cream instead when he says, “Well, she saved my life.” 

Satoru doesn’t tease when he hears this, only digging his spoon in for a scoop of Megumi’s toffee butter, smiling to himself when the cold hits his tongue, because he’d heard the message loud and clear: Megumi believes he owes you his life, and to keep yours protected, he wants you by his side.

Satoru quickly learns that Megumi truly has his work cut out for him as he watches you burst through a top-floor window of a high-rise building, falling carelessly with the object of your mission—a special-grade cursed object—clutched in your grasp. Second later, there’s a loud explosion, as the ugly head of a large cursed falls limp in the hole in the broken glass that you’d left behind. Satoru chuckles when he sees you smile, and the faint cheer of weeeeeeeee as you fall. He knew you were wild and stubborn by the way you bossed Megumi around without a care, but seeing you in action proved that you were also in your own league of crazy, a fantastic sorceress in the making. 

To his left, Yuuji gapes wildly as he looks up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and then flinching back when Nobara bursts through the ground floor door, not without a nail going flying into the curse that had been chasing her. She looks angry, then wide eyed, then up to where Yuuji and Megumi were also staring and starts squealing alongside him. 

“Gojo-sensei, what are you standing there smiling about—do something!” Nobara shouts, pointing an accusatory finger up in the air at your flying body. 

Yuuji gasps again, like he’d just figured out the consequence of you falling from a building, spewing on his own cries, “Hey, seriously, what the hell are we doing—she can’t fly,” he shouts, turning to shake his sensei, then pausing, “Wait, Fushiguro, can she fly? You know her.” 

“Idiot,” Nobara spits, “If she could fly then she’d be flying, not falling.”

“Then why aren’t we doing any—you know what, I think I can catch her,” Yuuji boasts, rolling up his sleeves, prepared to position himself underneath your descending body, and that’s when Satoru steps in, extending an arm in front of his students. 

“You all worry too much,” he smiles, lifting his blindfold just enough to look the pair in the eye, and tilt his head up slightly, “Besides, Megumi’s handled it.” 

Three heads turn back up to the sky, where you’re no longer in freefall, instead have had your shoulders snatched by Nue’s talons. You’ve still got that wild smile on your face, wider now as you descend much more elegantly via Megumi’s shikigami. Nobara and Yuuji wince as Nue’s wings flap widely when you’re set on the ground. You shift the box with the cursed object to one hand, reaching your free one around to pet the bird’s feathers. It crows happily, and Satoru snickers, much to Megumi’s dismay. You always did treat his shikigami like pets. 

“Hey, you’re okay!” Yuuji cheers, eyes sparkling, “What’s in the box? A sword—actually, I don’t want to know. If it’s another finger, keep it away from me.” 

“Hand it here,” Nobara demands. You’re happy to hand over the box and have another hand available for petting Nue. 

Satoru watches fondly as Yuuji and Nobara fuss over the box. They should probably exercise more caution, but he’s there, so the worst can’t happen. Meanwhile, you step closer to Megumi with Nue fluttering behind you. 

“You’re the one who told me there would be no need to get involved,” Megumi says, voice soft, hands falling comfortably at his side. 

“I said that you wouldn’t have to get involved with the curses,” you correct, standing on your tiptoes to nuzzles your head into the bird’s feathers, “I said nothing about not getting involved with me.” 

Satoru does his best not to choke out a loud laugh as Megumi’s face becomes increasingly pink when you reach forward to pinch his cheeks, his grumbling drowned in the sound of Yuuji and Nobara’s bickering. Satory sighs, content. He cares for all his students, but there’s a certain weight lifted on his shoulders knowing that when it came to you, there was truly nothing to worry about—Megumi would always be there for you. Honestly, he thinks Megumi might fight him to protect you if it came down to it. 

That thought does bring an audible chuckle to his lips, Megumi’s pinched expression calling to him, “What are you laughing about?” 

To which Satoru only hums, sticking his hands in his pockets. Megumi’s eyebrows furrow deeper, but it’s quickly dissolved when you catch his attention again, saying your farewells to Nue before giving Megumi the okay to let him recede into his shadows. 

“Oh, nothing,” Satoru chirps, turning to lead the group back to Ichiji’s car, “Come on, who’s still up for revolving sushi!”  

Cheers follow him as the veil dispels. You question Yuuji about whether or not you think the restaurant will have grilled eel, and Nobara pretends to throw up, arguing that eel is the worst, that you all should stick to hand rolls instead. Megumi stays quiet, walking on your outside, and humming along with all of your suggestions, and Satoru can’t help but wonder whether or not you knew that Nue had been out from the moment you’d stepped in the building. 

Honestly, he thinks Megumi might win that fight—might win any fight if it meant being with you.

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CEREMONIES ⠀ ⚠︎ cute fluff !! ⠀ series m.list

mikey was honestly really bummed out. 

he knows his grandpa couldn't make it to his terrific kid ceremony, knows the older gentleman had something else to attend to that simply couldn't be rescheduled in time to see his grandson walk across the little stage, and mikey was fine with that.  but when shinichiro, his beloved brother who never missed anything in all the years that mikey has been alive, said he suddenly couldn't come either, mikey was upset. 

rightfully so, he’d argue — the boy has gone a whole month without beating anyone up on school property. it was something small, sure, but he was proud nonetheless. 

and had no one to share that pride with. 

he practically pouted from his spot on the stage, itching to take off the stupid collared shirt shinichiro made him wear while he dropped the news that he wouldn't be in attendance. he doesn't even know why he still showed, honestly, no one being there to watch leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while his eyes scan over every other parent in the crowd. 

“and now for our lovely third graders-” the principal’s voice is grating against his ears, but that’s his cue to stand. each of his peers takes a folder from the man, smiling and waving to their parents as they snap pictures and each second mikey stands on the stage is another second that annoyance trickles its way under his skin. 

“sano manjiro.” his principal calls his name and he walks to the front to grab the folder, mouth set in a straight line as he looks over the crowd.  

and it’s then he spots you. 

smiling and waving to him with a video camera in hand, recording him walk across the stage. his mouth upturns very slightly, offering a small shy wave to you as he’s ushered back to his seat so the next row of students can get their folders as orderly as possible. 

for the next twenty-five minutes, mikey is practically buzzing in his seat, and when the students are told they’re free to go, he jumps off the stage and runs right to you.

“hi.” you laugh out when he hugs you, returning it with an equal amount of effort, “i recorded it all so everyone else can watch when we get you home.” 

“thank you.” he mumbles out into your shirt. you almost miss the words from the sounds surrounding you, but the small pat you leave on his back is enough to tell him you heard him just fine. 

“c’mon, we’re goin’ for ice cream and then i’m gonna take you by the garage.” you hum out, peeling his arms from around you easily until you’re able to hook your hand in his, “we’ll have to come back later and grab emma though.” 

“we’re not bringing her with us?” mikey asks as you walk out of the auditorium. 

“not unless you want to,” you laugh, “it’s your celebration.” 

he pauses a second, mulling over the thought, before beaming at you, “i’d like her to come then.” 

he leaves out the part of wanting to rub his awards in her face as you make your way to the front office to check the two of them out. 

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Shinichiro Sano would be the type of boyfriend who would carry your bags for you, open the door for you, give you a piggy back ride, stand up for you whenever needed despite the danger. He would also be the type who would start kissing you the moment you're alone, unable to deny himself the pleasure of your pretty, gentle lips against his rough ones. He would also be very vocal while any moment of intimacy, talking about how grateful he is to have a girlfriend like you, how lucky he is, how you might be out of his league now but just you wait, he'll prove himself a man worthy of you soon enough.

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thinking about shinichiro who is so delulu for yn

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in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you

sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!

"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.

"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."

the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."

"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."

"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."

"you always ask me what two plus five is."

"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.

thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."

you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.

"kaminari too!"

"and bakugou."

mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?

"no he does not!" counters mina.

"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."

"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."

"he's not that evil."

"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."

you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"

"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"

your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?

she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.

strange.

you know you can't be imagining this.

"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.

immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.

"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.

kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"

"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"

"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."

you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."

before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.

"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.

"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.

he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.

"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."

"damn your handwriting is messy."

your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.

mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.

a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.

something she has never seen before.

then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.

his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.

as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.

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FORMATION B!

GOJO X F!TEACHER!READER, SFW, formation 'b' except you're the victim of the first year trio and gojo's antics >:) stereotypical 'someone is hitting on y/n so we're going to stop them'! maybe ooc characters?

"y/n is taking a long time," itadori mutters, lowering the menu as he glances around the restaurant.

megumi mutters, "i'm sure she'll be back soon."

"don't worry, the only reason itadori is complaining is because he's hungry from battling curses," gojo coos, waggling his finger at the younger, peach-haired boy.

"because no one could care about y/n as much as you do," megumi remarks with the faintest smirk. itadori and nobara make 'ooo' noises, making smoochy noises at the white-haired man.

"do you hate me?" the sorcerer asks, exasperated.

itadori snickers, "come on teach, you just have no game!"

"the nerve, i treat you all to a nice dinner as a reward for a successful mission and i'm the punching bag?"

"that's cause you barely helped us," nobara comments absentmindedly, resting her chin in her hand as the older male gasped in feigned offence- not that kugisaki would've cared anyway.

"i did! i thought you three could handle it, especially with y/n's help and i want you to get stronger! kids these days. so ungrateful to their superiors."

"speaking of, is that y/n over there?" megumi asks, pointing towards the direction of where the bathrooms were located.

without another second wasted, all three heads turned to look in the direction of shikigami user's gaze and lo and behold, there you were, conversing with a male your age that was definitely flirting with you.

(it didn't seem like you could tell, but gojo knew that lovestruck expression anywhere because he wore it all the time around you.)

what a scum, gojo muttered beneath his breath.

"oh! is y/n getting hit on?" exclaimed yuuji.

the first years immediately glance over to their teacher with knowing grins and without even a breath of hesitation, gojo rapidly stands up from his seat. "formation b!" the white-haired sorcerer yells.

the sound of forks clinking together, ceramic plates colliding and chairs scraping the marble floor momentarily disrupts the bustle in the nice restaurant.

whilst you were oblivious to the antics of your companions, you were having a nice conversation with a man you just met. unfortunately, that conversation came to a halt when itadori started tugging harshly on your arm.

"oh, yuuji, what-"

the next words that came out of his mouth horrified you to the core.

"moooooom!" he whines, "i'm hungry, hurry up and come back to the table!"

"itadori!-" before you even had time to scold him and ask what in the world was wrong with him, nobara came crashing onto her classmate with the same doe-eyed expression.

you fear what nobara's going to say before she even says it, "it's not nice to leave your starving children alone! talking to a man too? what would dad say?"

"dad?" you gawk, coughing the words out, "who's dad-"

there's a gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt and you look over to the culprit. megumi's neutral expression stares back at you and you're relieved to think that maybe he'll be your saving grace from itadori and nobara's antics-

"can i get the steak, mom, i want steak."

oh my goodness.

you shake off the first years, face warmed with embarrassment as the man you just met stares at you weirdly because if he had any common sense (thankfully he does), then he'd be able to see that no one had any features in common with each other. you'd be pretty overwhelmed too.

the cherry on top was the white-haired sorcerer who loomed over everyone with a blue button-up, jacket thrown haphazardly over his shoulders and sunglasses to replace his regular blindfold. his azure eyes were very visible like this.

the way his gaze wasn't directly focused on you, but rather the stranger meant that the line between intimidation or charm was blurred, but regardless, your first instinct was to scold him for taking off the blindfold.

"there you are, darling."

the gag that formed at the back of your throat was too hard to repress. nevermind, he could suffer without the blindfold for all you cared.

"the kids and i have been looking all over for you," his voice sounds oddly calm for once and you're surprised gojo could even muster such a polite impression. "you know we're all excited for this reservation tonight, i even told you i was paying so come on, let's hurry back to the table."

when the white-haired man grabs your hand, your fight or flight kicks in and boy, were you ready to kick his ass.

dropping your hand from gojo's hold, you needed to at least regain a little of your dignity, so you take a few steps toward the stranger and utter out words of apology. "i'm so sorry! i don't know what's going on so you'll have to excuse th-"

there's no chance to continue as yuuji and gojo grab your shoulders to push you back in the direction of the reserved table, offering a snuffy wave of goodbye to the man.

the immediate glare you send directed at every member of the party says volumes. itadori whistles innocently, megumi sits down like nothing happened and nobara pretends to fix her crisp uniform- gojo even pulls your chair out for you, offering a seat.

"seriously, what was that?" you asked, slapping the bicep of the white-haired male who yelps.

itadori and nobara pokes their fellow dark-haired classmate, trying to say 'y/n won't be as mad if you're the one who says it'.

"we wanted food and you were taking too long," megumi mutters.

"so you thought humiliating me was the best way to get my attention?"

gojo winks, "how could we ever be humiliating when you have someone as gorgeous as me pretending to be your husband?"

"that's a pathetic way to try and fix the bullshit you just caused," you groaned, rolling your eyes and looking away from gojo.

his heart breaks a little.

"and he was cute too," you sighed. gojo's heart breaks a little more. "satoru, why are you so against me having a nice love life?"

"if i can't have a love life then neither can you," he jokes with a shrug and you chuckle humourlessly.

"whatever. so now that i'm back, what did everyone order?"

as itadori and nobara begin to ramble about all the options they considered, you glance to look at gojo who meets your gaze.

"i am expecting you to paying tonight."

the white-haired lets out a boisterous laugh. "darling, your every wish is my command."

;)

help i have so many ideas for jjk x reader

@inniterhq your ass is getting tagged in this.

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i strongly headcanon that bf!rin is like a grumpy cat when he wakes up to an empty bed 🥹

also kinda inspired by this clip from the latest bllk anime ueueue hes so cute im going to cry AAAAA the urge to play w his hair oh my lord

idk if rin is ooc or not here lol and not proofread btw bcs this is just a brainrot so i hope yall dont mind me writing the bare minimum 🚶‍♀️

gn!reader and all fluff hehe

the weather is nice outside; the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling as the trees are slowly swaying from the light wind.

rays of bright sunlight peek from between the curtains, making the striker turn his head away in his sleep to avoid the heat and radiance.

itoshi rin feels empty. his arms feel empty.

he tiredly opens his eyes and stares at the space in front of him with a frown on his face.

slowly sitting up, rin frowns harder when he sees that you’re not in the bedroom, nowhere in sight. he runs a hand down his face, grumbling under his breath as he shakes his head a little to get the sleep away but to no avail because his eyes threaten to close again, not even minding that his hair has become even more ruffled from the action.

where are you? aren’t you supposed to be in bed? with him ??? what time is it anyway?

the way he’s glaring down at the comforter has you deciding to make your presence known. “it’s already noon,” your voice blesses his ears, making him look up to see you leaning against the doorway.

you have indeed been standing there for the past few minutes, staring at your groggy boyfriend trying to shake himself awake (adorably you might add).

rin narrows his eyes at you. “and you didn’t bother waking me up earlier?” he mutters. you sigh, making your way closer to him. “it’s your day off and i want you to rest as much as you can.”

now standing in front of him, your eyes cast from the top of his head, down to his face then back up. your hand itches.

you try to resist the urge, but alas he’s too endearing for you to not do it.

and so you find yourself using the tip of your finger to brush his hair out of his eyes bit by bit until it becomes a full on running a hand through his soft, messy locks to push it back while the other holds his face dearly to keep his head from moving.

feeling your lips pressing onto his now exposed forehead, rin inhales a sharp breath. “that’s not what i mean.” he rasps, his hand holding your wrist gently as his eyes look away from you, making you raise an eyebrow. “then what else, rin?”

“you know what it is,” rin huffs with a downturned face. once again, you can’t help yourself so you hum in question before meeting your lips with his, giving him a short yet deep kiss that has him closing his eyes as he slowly moves against you.

damn, if only he gets to fall back in bed with you kissing him like this.

the two of you are breathless after pulling away from each other, and it doesn’t go unnoticed when rin tries to subtly chase after your lips, teal irises still hidden behind his lids.

the moment he opens them, and yet his eyes are still avoiding from looking into yours is when you finally understand that rin meant for you to wake him up earlier so that he could be with you.

so that he could spend his morning together with you. even if you were to sleep in, then he could join as well because getting to snuggle close to your familiar body and warmth– no matter if it is in bed or it’s when you’re making breakfast in the kitchen while he embraces you from behind, trailing light, butterfly kisses on your nape– is what he calls a fulfilling rest.

the best rest he could ever ask for, really.

the sudden realization makes your heart soar in delight.

“you’re cute, you know that?” you coo, not even bothering to hide the wide, loving smile on your face.

you make a move to squish his cheeks but knowing you, rin avoids your mischievous hand and groans, “shut up.” grabbing your waist, he pulls you down onto the bed with him, sending you into a fit of laughter that has the man thinking he’d be willing to trade everything that he is; mind, body and soul if he gets to hear that sound everyday in all his life.

omg look another rin fic !! what a surprise 😲🤔

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SWEET LIKE CANDY. nagi seishiro x f!reader, 0.5k

the first time reo met you, he was sure nagi was fucking with him. there was simply no way you were dating nagi seishiro. you were far out of his league, miles beyond. you reminded reo of a pretty flower; one of those his parents had on display. your uniform was clean and worn properly, your hair was flawless, your makeup was nice and subtle, and reo’s pretty sure he’d seen you on posters for the next class president election. purple eyes drifted from you to nagi’s slouching form. 

he paused. he could see how nagi fell for you, but how did you fall for nagi? granted, reo had only known him for a few weeks; maybe nagi was actually a really romantic guy who goes above and beyond for the person he loves. reo paused — fat chance. nagi seishiro thought eating was too much work. 

“it’s nice to meet you. mikage reo, right?” 

reo nodded and you smiled and continued the conversation while your overgrown boyfriend rested most of his weight on you — you didn’t seem to mind, running your fingertips over his arm. reo couldn’t help but think you looked good together.

“are you really dating nagi?” he couldn’t stop himself.

“what’s that supposed t’ mean?” nagi’s eyebrows furrowed and he pouted. reo thought he looked like a baby, but you pinched his cheek with a giggle.

reo raised an eyebrow, “i mean, she’s far out of your league, nagi. she could do better,” he was teasing and made eye contact with you. you smiled briefly, sending him a wink. 

“no, she couldn’t,” the white haired boy sat up completely, reminding reo how tall he actually was, “i’m the best,” he murmured, pulling you close to him.

“no, no, no, she could definitely do better,”

nagi’s back straightened and he loomed over the table, “no, she couldn’t.” his voice was firm like reo had never heard before. you giggled and pulled him down. nagi followed your movement automatically, letting you guide him. he laid his head on your lap, humming in satisfaction when you began running your fingers through his hair. reo thought nagi resembled a cat. a flower and a cat; he laughed internally.  

the loud talking from students around the cafeteria drifted into background noise and reo watched you and nagi have a quiet conversation. he couldn’t hear more than a few words shared between you, but the softness in both your eyes told him enough. nagi’s eyes had a shine they usually didn’t when he looked at you and his words were just a tad more enthusiastic. despite wanting to, reo didn’t comment on it, letting you soak in each other in peace.

you gently pushed him off your lap after a few more minutes, “sei, i have a committee meeting,”

sei… reo smiled subtly. he paused, “a committee meeting?” 

you nodded, “hm! it’s for an upcoming event, but it’s still a secret, so i can’t tell you more,”

the purple haired boy blinked, before his eyes once again go from you to your half asleep boyfriend, “a-ha,”

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updated my theme 😁

𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

erin ✧ she/her ✧ ‘04 baby ✧ filo ✧ scorpio

contains 16+ content. not spoiler free. byf/dni.

✦ main blog: @dora-the-grownup

✦ currently watching: bllk, csm, sxf, bnha

✦ faves: hq, jjk, tokrev

🔥 what’s hot

↳ wait for me (sano shinichiro x reader)

↳ hair too long (sano shinichiro x reader)

↳ ain’t shit (maliksi armanaz x reader)

☄️ up and coming

↳ core memories (sano shinichiro x reader)

↳ chifuyu as your boyfriend

↳ tokrev boys when you’re feeling down ft. shinichiro, chifuyu, mitsuya

⇢ warm (sano shinichiro/reader) —tba.

⚡️ wanna request? closed! pop by another time for the rules

🔭 daydreamer. random prompt collection

💥 fight me. tokyo revengers mlist

🔮 tabi tabi po. trese mlist

🐥 baby bird. bat family mlist

🪄 misc. my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu..

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announcement !

its been so long since ive been active on here 🥲 but for anyone still there, this is a veryvery late announcement that im pausing my writing <\3 hopefully, ill find the time to write again soon

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Your Crispin and Basilio fics are so good bro ahhhh!!

thank u so much! 🤍 tho looking back honestly feels like a fever dream i was so down bad when trese first came out BAHAHA

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ATE HI!! ITS 6 AM :D IM SLAYING WHAT ABOUT YOU

HI BAE 😭 SO SORRY ABT THE LATE REPLY IVE BEEN SO SWAMPED W SCHOOL FOR THE PAST MONTHS AAAA

but … i am good tho stressed w school 😍 I MISS UUUU

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thank u so much! this is so sweet 🥹🤍

Could you recommend some of your favorite writers for Tokyo revengers?

Hmm, I dont really get to read a lot of fics cause I dont have a lot of time but when I do these are the authors that i can name on the top of my head that will never disappoint. Their works are really good (some will contain NSFW)

@wwintersun @hoeruchiyo @smolla-than-a-bug @nicoleheichou @rozcdust @pupchiro @maitani @spookydraken

😋😋😋

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guys wtf i have brcome an aki hayakawa simp

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Hii... just got dumped, can I have some Jason or Bruce or Dick or Batfam whatever, comforting you after being dumped? I would really appreciate it, I love your writing

"Ugh-" You cringe and toss your phone away from you in disgust, prompting Steph to look up from her book.

"Dick pic or-"

"He asked if I was done riding the cock carousel- what the fuck does that even mean?"

"It's a turn of phrased used in the Incel-"

"Nope. No, stop right there Timmy. I absolutely Do not want to know anymore. Jesus Christ," you whine and curl up on the sofa, "I dunno how the hell I'm supposed to get over Dean when everyone on tinder is trash-"

Jason stopped outside the door and swallowed hard. You had a Tinder? And you weren't with Dean anymore? Jason blinked, wondering what else he didn't know and took a deep breath to quell the jealousy coiling in his stomach.

True- he'd not told you he had feelings for you. And it was also true the Dean was more of a... distraction. A warm body. But the thought of you dating other people made him feel sick.

"Seriously," Steph said sympathetically, "How are you supposed to get over someone by getting under someone else if they're all too busy being gross. There's no finesse anymore."

"I don't need love letters I just need someone to not lead with asking me how big my boobs are. Fucks sake."

"Love letters are nice though," Barbara hummed, not looking up.

"Yeah. If they can spell and don't try to rhyme," you snort.

"Why can't they rhyme?" Time asked, frowning.

"Have you MET any of the boys in this dating pool Timmy? Ugh. If they're not coming at you like a shitty rapper the best they can do is rhyming love with above and mood with soon... it's tedious."

That made Jason smile a little sadly as he walked away. He'd write you sonnets. He'd write as many stupid little love notes as he could hide in your apartment- but. You didn't see him that way. You loved him, sure. But... Not like that. Even if you did share custody of his teddy bear.

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“Rin,” you whisper. “I need to pee.”

He pauses, champagne flute half way to his lips, glances between your expression and the millions of tiny buttons along the length of the back of your dress and back at the pout.

“Help?”

Rintarō almost asks why you haven’t asked your Matron of Honor for help, but he catches the tail end of your eyes trailing along his form. He drains his glass quickly, offering a hand to you and signaling to the bridal party that you’ll be back in a second.

Suna is disappointed when he realizes that you do in fact want to pee and not something else.

“Why can’t we just lift this up?” he points to the lace train and bodice.

“Because I’ll tear it and I want to keep it in good condition for our daughter or something!”

You beam at him and the all consuming wave of emotion that washes through him makes his knees weak. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick and turns you around gingerly.

“Anything for you, angel,” he smiles.

It takes ten minutes of struggling with the buttons for him to reconsider his previous statement

“Why are they so fucking tiny?” he grumbles.

“That’s a great question,” you huff, shifting from one leg to the next. “I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Just a little longer.”

“Who the fuck designed this shit?”

Rintarō breathes a silent laugh when you glare at the dress through the bathroom mirror. “Who the fuck buys it?”

“But- but it was so pretty…” you trail off when he makes eye contact with you before his eyes rake along your reflection.

“It is pretty,” he nods. “Even better on you.”

“Thank you, husband.”

The last button comes undone and it’s only as the dress begins to part that it dawns on you that you’re wearing lingerie. Lingerie he isn’t supposed to see until later.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

You scramble to turn away from him grabbing at your dress to keep it together. “Pretend you didn’t see that.”

A dazed Rintarō returns to the reception and asks one of the bridesmaids to give you a hand when you’re finished.

“You okay Rin?” Osamu questions when his friend drops into his chair heavily. When no response comes he repeats himself.

“I’m fine,” he gulps when you step into the room. “Is it just me or is it hot in here?” He strips himself of his suit jacket and fans himself with both hands. “I’m sweating.”