#¤ Quiet kohai

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

Anything?

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Tags : Dubcon, oral (female giving), penetration, smut with plot, man-handling, death, heavy angst, mild gore, unprotected sex (use protection!).

Notes : Gojo is the victim here. Also if you know, you know. Minors, the drill. Out.

"And they have to do one thing, anything, that the winner says."

You turn back with a small hum of acknowledgement, the lilt of his voice calling your name distracting you from the mangled curse corpse in front of you.

"Satoru, you're here early today" you beam at the white-haired man in front of you as you messily wipe the blue blood on your jacket, his large figure seemingly blocking the doorway. Oh well, you weren't needed anywhere at the moment anyways.

He stares at you quietly, you stare back. You don't need to see his eyes to know. His gaze is hard to ignore when you can clearly feel yourself be picked apart and put together again like pieces of a puzzle, trying to decode you, your mind and soul with his six-eyes. You won't let him. Not this time.

"Ever the difficult one, I'd have enjoyed this rare tryst otherwise" you sigh at his silence, your smile never faltering. Gently flopping down on the dusty, rickety bed behind you with your legs crossed- a sight to behold with the splattered corpse decorating the headboard and walls.

"You're as annoying as ever" His voice is cold, despite the smile on his lip, his gaze even colder when he pulls the bandage off his eyes and positions himself to blow you off- his cerulean blues staring right into yours like you guessed. You grin, you can't help it, lazily positioning yourself in a defensive position.

Your eyes distractedly flickers back at the muted sound of blood dripping down from the curse's body, a 1st grade incubus. How ideal. "Any last words?" Satoru. Sweet as ever. He owes you though.

"Can I kiss you?" You lick the speckles of blood from your hand, drifting the other one down right above your womb "I'm rather aroused right now, aphrodisiacal effects and what not" You move towards him, showcasing the mutilated corpse on the wall. An incubus. Aphrodisiac blood. Satoru sighs, his hands moving to his pockets "Seriously? You could've said anything and that's what you're going with? Are you sure you want those to be your last words?"

It's funny he said that, you have no intention to make this your last moment.

"Speaking of anything, I believe there's something we've forgotten" You murmur, fingers trailing up his torso and his neck to pull him down.

"Satoru, I wonder if you remember"

2005

"Rock, paper, Scissors! Winner gets the tart!" You pull at Satoru's hair to stop him from eating the oh so delicious lemon tart that Shoko purchased for her adoring kohai, you. Only problem was that Satoru came in at the wrong moment. He grunts, setting the plate down to loosen your hold and tackle you in the common room floor "You've had three already! Don't be so selfish, will ya?!"

"Don't care! It's mine, you should be glad that I'm even willing to compromise with you" you huff, looking up at him from your position on the floor as he glares down at you, his legs straddling your waist. He narrows his eyes, you narrow yours right back and with a sigh, he puts his glasses back on with a quiet 'fine'.

1 : 0 Satoru wins.

Damn that technique of his, you grumble as you watch him eat the tart with a smug smirk.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors. Loser treats the Winner to dinner." You challenge Satoru, holding onto your wounded arm as you make your way to the infirmary with the pair. Suguru sighs, Satoru smiles. A cheshire-like grin quickly gracing his face "Does the loser pay for the winner's friends too?"

You shrug in agreement, that only meant free dinner for Suguru, Shoko and you. Haibara and Nanami were out of town.

A shame. It would've been easier to burn through Satoru's pocket if they weren't.

4 : 0 Satoru wins and you don't learn a lesson.

You also burn a hole through your wallet, Suguru and Shoko's bill were fine. Satoru ate a horse.

You look left at the sound of your name, finger pointing to the right, Satoru looks left. He points up, your gaze follows his fingers and stupidly looks up. Nanami and Shoko only sighs at the sight, uncaring of the outcome. Too tired to chide you anymore, you just don't listen.

30 : 0 Satoru wins

You're forced to massage his stiff shoulders for an hour while he watches his soap operas with a victorious hum.

2007

"Come in" you call out at the sound of the knock, kicking your feet in the air and against the wall as you lie on your back. Hair falling off the edge of the bed into small cascades.

Satoru walks in, drawling out your name as he settles down on the floor and starts fiddling with your hair. He's different, you've seen that curious glint in his eyes one too many times to not notice. It never led to anything good. Never. "What is it?" You sigh, it's the only thing you can do.

"What do you do at times like this?"

You pause, tilting your head back to look at him and his cryptic question with a quirked brow "Times like what?" You ask, your fingers twitching at the sight of the small blush rising in his cheeks. A little pinch wouldn't hurt, right?

"Times like when you've got a boner...y'know"

You still, completely and perfectly as you stare at him. You're not sure if you're dreaming or hallucinating because this could never be reality, the nonchalant look on his face further irks you. You don't understand him, you knew him but you never really did understand him- mostly because of questions like such. You don't have a dick, never did....or do you? Your hand drifts up to your cunt and cups it, brows furrowing at the realization- you were so utterly baffled at his question that you doubted the very equipment you've had for years.

"Why are you asking me this? Nanami, Haibara and Suguru exists-" you start, moving to get up. Satoru doesn't allow it. Gently tugging you back down by your hair with a click of his tongue "They all kicked me out"

No surprise there.

"Seriously though, why me? Ask Shoko. She's the expert in thi-" he pinches your cheeks, effectively cutting you off "Just answer me, will ya? Help a friend out here, geez." You pry his hands off, pulling it away from your face with a sigh as you answer reluctantly "I guess I'd take care of it"

"Do ya wanna help me?" You let go of his hands and finally shift to sit up. You're dreaming. No doubt.

"What?"

"Isn't it normal for friends to...y'know, help each other out? So let's do it together" He leans forward and looks up at you expectantly. Any other time, the sight would've rubbed your ego. Hell, you'd have found it cute. However this time, the air starts to buzz, small sparks of electricity running down your skin. At least he doesn't look immune to the tension either, a small mercy.

"You mean like mutual masturbation?" You ask, Satoru nods quietly. You're not sure which is more surprising. Him being straight, you always thought he had a thing for Suguru, or him being interested in sex in the first place.

"Left and right, winner gets the say?" he offers, breaking the silence and holding his index up. You sigh, again, nodding with a smile "Left and right, winner gets the say." You point to the left, your gaze falling towards your right at the sound of your pillow falling. Satoru looks right.

43 : 0 Satoru wins

"Wanna make one more bet?" Satoru asks coolly, pumping his pre-cum on his hard cock while you shimmy your shorts down. You nod quietly, trying your hardest not to look at it or at least stop yourself from staring. You knew he was big, all the time he spent straddling you gave you enough reasons to not doubt it. Add his height in the equation and it results to something you're not sure you'd ever want inside you.

He's oblivious to your dilemma as you settle down on the bed with only a shirt and your cotton panties on- facing him, of course.

"How about the first one to cum loses? And they have to do one thing, anything, that the winner says."

Anything?

"Satoru, you do know that 'anything' is a ruinous- hah- word, right? You should really stop using that word for bets in the future" You breathe out, rubbing up and down your slit through the thin material. Satoru's gaze zeroes down with a smirk "So are you in or not, your highness? Unless you're too afraid to lose." You know you shouldn't fall for his words, you shouldn't fall for that husky voice of his that only gathers heat low in your stomach but the hazy mist enveloping your mind accepts it before you know it.

Small whimpers leak out of you, pushing the soaked material aside and rubbing gentle circles on your clit as you look at Satoru through hazy eyes. The clumsy technique of his when he touches himself, a contradiction to his skills in other areas. His snow-white hair sticking to his forehead and the way he closes his eyes when he gets really into it, the small grunts and pants escaping his lips. You can't help it, he's so beautiful. Leaning forward, your forehead taps against his with closed eyes as you push a finger past your folds-

Warm, something warm gushes on your hand. Eyes snapping open only to see a blushing Satoru cumming on your hand, your thighs, your arms- basically everywhere. He came. On you.

"Yessssssss" You hiss in delight, your rising orgasm in the back of your mind when you finally get your first victory, pumping your hands in the air excitedly; a low muffled groan emanating from in between Satoru's hand. The complete opposite of you.

Satoru's not sure why he's burying his face, was it from his loss of win streak? His defeat? Embarrassment? Or post nut clarity? Satoru's really not sure but what he is sure is the fact that he just can't look you in the eye right now.

"We barely started and you already came so quick!" You giggle delightedly, your dripping core completely forgotten as you revel in your victory. He peeks at you, your forehead to be precise, from in between his fingers with a pout "I couldn't help it, I thought you were gonna kiss me"

Kiss him? You? He thought you were gonna kiss him? Now that he mentioned it, his lips did look really kissable- "Did you want me to?" You ask. He blinks weirdly, one eye lagging behind the other like a broken doll before his face scrunches.

First was digust? You're not sure, the glint in his eyes says otherwi- Then came more disgust, his nose scrunching at the thought of it "Ew, why would I do that with a friend? That's just weird. No way, that's just gross"

"But what we did wasn't???" You question yourself, pursing your lips to shut yourself up as you move to clean up. You don't think you'll ever fully understand Satoru.

1 : 43 You win

"Satoru, go back to your own bed" you groan, your back pressed against his as he pushes you closer to the wall with a small grumbled 'don't wanna'.

"It's fuckin' cramped here" You shift, pulling the blanket towards your side. Rolling your eyes when he tugs it back with a quiet "Don't care, 'm sleepy." Maybe it was your fault, you spoil him too much. You reap what you sow afterall.

Only if you had stolen a kiss from those lips and stayed in the blissful ignorance of the past.

"Suguru, wait up. 'M coming with you" You grab hold of his sleeve, your lips pursed into a grim line. You've never seen Suguru so liberated. You can only hope that you're making the right choice- you probably are though. Afterall, it was them that killed her. Not Suguru.

You don't believe in any higher beings. You are the living definition of one- one with filthy blood.

"Does Shoko know?" His tone is light but your grimace only deepens, sighing as you move to stand besides him "She'll understand"

He smiles at your answer, leisurely walking at your pace "What about Satoru?"

You hum a soft tune as you look up at the clear sky, cerulean blue with scattered tufts of white clouds. A small smile graces your lips. How untimingly beautiful.

"Him? He'll survive"

2017

You lean up, pressing your lips against his gently. A feather-light touch. He doesn't move, he only looks. His arctic eyes glaring down at you.

"Satoru, do you remember? You promised to do anything" you whisper in his ear, brushing your thumb against his lips before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'll use that promise now, have sex with me"

"Are you high right now, your highness?"

You giggle at the nickname, how amusing that he's still using it, trailing your hand down his spine. "You know my technique, Satoru. Royal Authority takes a toll on me if I use it for too long" you sigh, nuzzling his neck. Breathing in his oddly familiar scent. "I'm all weak right now, the aphrodisiac should be three times more potent when I'm like this. You know that as well as I do "

You pull away when you're met with silence and his unchanging face, lowering your voice to a soft coo "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Satoru. Just don't come blaming me when some of those monkeys, like Suguru so kindly puts it, gets hurt when I try to help myself."

"You-"

You click your tongue, cutting him off. "You're a fool, Satoru. If you really want to save them so much you should be killin' me, not listening to my ramblings" He's glaring down at you, you know he is. The feeling of a hole burning through your head was more than enough of a warning for you to stop, to pull your hand back and run away, leaving him behind. Like always. You don't. Not this time.

Trailing your hand down, you giggle when your hand flutters against his cock clearly straining against his leggings "Consider me entertained, you're already hard. And here I thought you hated me, I guess you still have that cute side of you-"

You're cut short when Satoru grabs you by your hair, apparently a habit of his now, roughly tugging it back and crashing his lips against yours wantonly- bordering on desperation with more teeth and tongue than lips. His other hand trails down the arm that was pressed against his crotch, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer, closer and closer still until you taste blood on your lips. He bit you. Canines pressing down on your tongue to draw droplets of blood- the bloody red decorates itself against his kiss-bitten lips, a stark contrast against his cerulean eyes.

How unfairly beautiful.

You pull away to speak. To tell him 'let's take this business to bed', he doesn't give you a chance. He follows your lips, chasing after it. The more you lean back, the more he leans in- your heaving chest completely pressed against his as he tangles his hand in your hair, supporting you up when you lean too far back. He's too rough, you're not sure if he's trying to suck or nip at you. He does neither, he just bites- not hard enough to bleed but just enough to feel.

"Bed" you finally breathe out, taking in deep breathes when he moves to kiss your jaw. He's so cute when he acts like he can't part his searing lips away from you for even a second. He won't have to, there's a perfectly working bed behind you, albeit a little dusty, rickety and slightly bloody- he clicks his tongue when he catches sight of the bed's condition.

"I'm not getting naked here, I have standards"

"Ijichi? He's your assistant now, isn't he?" You hum, leaning back into the motel's bed- watching Satoru watch you as he walks in and shut the door behind him. Effectively clicking it shut. You feel so much better, having scrubbed the grime off-

"I sent him back" he nods blankly, standing right in front of you. For all the air he puts on, his cock sure was honest- already so hard that it bulges out through the thick layer of his leggings and jacket. You press your face against it, squishing it beneath your cheek as you take in his heady scent. Fingers hooking against the hem of his leggings, you pull it down, down, down to his ankles.

You quickly move to do the same with his boxers but his hands quickly grabs your wrists to a halt, earning him a frustrated huff. "What is it now?" You ask with an exasperated smile.

"Are you serious about this?"

This man was gonna be the death of you. He doesn't have a choice and yet, he still acts like he does. Typical Satoru.

Your smile turns into a smirk, a teasing one "Don't tell me you've never slept with a person before? Because I am, I am serious" Prying your hands off his hold, you pull his boxers down to meet his fully erect cock. His tip an angry red and leaking- so hard and red against his soft, white tufts of hair lining up his pelvic bone. "Totally serious"

It's unfair to be so beautiful.

"Shall we start with a blow job?" You murmur, placing a small kiss on his tip, smile widening when you feel him shudder against your touch with a muffled groan. "You don't look like a virgin" you murmur, flicking your tongue against his slit- precum salty in your mouth "but you sure act like one"

Licking your lips, you part your mouth wider, lips stretching around his length almost painfully while your tongue glides itself against his throbbing veins and pulls out such pretty, little sounds from him that it makes you wanna play it on repeat over and over again. But it's not enough. Not for you.

Holding yourself steady, you push his cock all the way down your throat. Forcing him in impossibly closer until his white tufts tickles your nose, your hands digging into his thighs as you start a sinful, torturous pace. Gagging and choking around his length when you fall into an unstopping rhythm that has him pulling at your hair and groaning your name out to stop. You don't listen.

The past silence all but forgotten by your loud, pathetic slurps and his low, guttural moans of 'wait' and 'stop'. You don't stop, more like you can't stop.

Satoru's protest was as false as his hatred for you, you're not the moving anymore afterall. His hold on your hair pulls you in and out, each one deeper and harder, thrusting into your throat so wildly that all you can do is dig your hands into his alabaster skin.

No doubt creating pretty little moon-shaped dents that'll last for days in the back of his thighs.

Tears pool in your eyes as you look up at him, face all scrunched up with closed eyes and you realize that he's getting really into it. A wet, gurgling sound emanates from deep within you when you see the veins tick in his jaw. He's close. Cerulean blues stares into yours, his free hand brushing against your cheek to wipe at the few tears that escaped.

"Don't go crying on me now- hah- you're the one who wanted this"

He's so mean. And so very condescending. It's all too much- you can't help but clench your thighs together, slick leaking through the flimsy motel robe and wetting the sheets beneath you. You've fallen too far but you just can't seem to care. He looks so fuckin' hot.

And he is fuckin' hot- more like his cum is when he shoots it down your pretty little throat and ruts against it, holding your head in place to stop you from spitting it out. Grabbing hold of his shirt, you swallow desperately so that you can finally pull away and heave for air, the salty taste of his cum resting thick in your mouth as you pant, knuckles going white from how hard you clutch onto his shirt.

Satoru loosens his hold on your hair, kneeling down to look at you. He's no longer glaring, he's just looking. Something unfamiliar swirls in his eyes besides lust, you can't put your finger on what it is. And that pisses you off. You'd rather have him glare at you. It's easier for you to decode him that way. It's also far easier for your throbbing heart.

"We can stop here" His voice is soft, almost loving. It makes you want to rip your ears off.

"No, I want you in me. Can you do it?" You're adamant, Satoru can only give in. His hands trails down to undo the bindings of your robe, pressing a light kiss on your collarbone. "Trust me"

"The bet was to do anything, right?" He murmurs in your ear, his breathe hot and heavy against your skin. You're a mess- all but reduced to a pile of whines and whimpers when he pushes his leaking tip past your fluttering folds and splits your drooling walls apart. Forcing himself past the first rim of muscles and stretching you so wide, it almost feels like you'll tear.

"Wanna make another bet?" He grunts, giving shallow, experimental thrusts to give your gummy walls the time to adjust to his size. He's nice that way.

"Seriously? Right now?" You breathe out in short puffs, tilting your head to the side to look at him unamusedly, trying so desperately to get used to the delicious albeit painful stretch. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his only reply? A nod.

"The first one to cum loses. And the loser has to do one thing, nothing serious of course" He looks at you with a grin, the corner of his lips stretched knowingly at you. He still remembers, you smile back. It's the only thing you can do "Deal"

"Perfect" Dragging his swollen cock out just enough, he kisses your forehead. A soft-featherlight kiss, one that you barely register. Before he's ramming back in and out, over and over against your sweet, sweet spot with a pace so brutal that you're sure he's rearranging your insides- It'll probably be bruised by the end of it.

"For someone- ah who a-acts like a virgin, you sure know y-your way around"

He chuckles shakily above you, pace refusing to stutter for even a moment "Six eyes, remember?" Damn that technique of his.

"T-that's unfair" you grit out and he only smiles, it's a mean one. One that gets your drooling cunt even wetter and your already snug walls even tighter.

"Everything's -nghh fair in love and war, y-your highness. And I for one, am in lo-" you slap your hand over his mouth with a small no, your spotty vision not doing anything to help block his burning gaze. Everything else goes blank after.

You're digging your fingers into his cheeks with your eyes screwed shut when an unfamiliar white-hot sensation of electricity shoots through you. Kissing and marking every inch of skin with its delicious burn. Making sure to milk his very soul out of him- he follows right behind, shooting that forbidden ropes of his cum in your womb.

Almost as if trying to paint over your bruised insides with it's milky tone.

143 : 1 Satoru wins

You're heaving, gasping and sucking in lungs full of air one at a time but you still can't breathe. It's suffocating. So very suffocating.

You look down at Satoru only to find his hair staring back at you, only registering the kitten licks he's placing over your perked up nipples when he places an unusually harsh bite on one side and a mean tug on the other which elicites a high pitched squeak out of you. You clamp down on his still hard coc-

"Didn't you already come twice? H-how are you still hard, so quickly that too" You question, grinding against him in disbelief- that action earns you a teethy bite on the curve of your breast, leaving pretty, little red teeth dents.

"The thing is, until today, I wasn't able to get it up properly for the past few years" Satoru leans up, suckling on your kiss-bitten bottom lip. His eyes everything but the usual cesspool of infinite void when he meets your gaze- something dark and warm has taken it's place, filling the infinite void till it reaches the brim and spills out.

"And it's all thanks to a certain highness who ran away from her knight in shining armor."

How absurd. He's finally gone crazy. "You're joking" you breathe out, leaning your head back to tug your lips free. That pisses him off.

"Joking?" He clicks his tongue, his tone low and gravelly, and swipes his finger over your lips to force it's way past and pry your lips open.

You move to bite down but he's quicker. Crashing his lips against yours to swallow you whole, licking and searching for the small dents of his canines on your tongue with a groan as if looking out for remnants of your blood.

He doesn't find any, he curses your RCT. Wait, RCT? Oh you little liar.

Your heaving chest presses against his, effectively distracting him from his thoughts, back arching off the bed with a loud whine when he bucks into you with a painfully sweet thrust.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to show you what a few years of build-up looks like to make you believe me"

It's been hours, your insides have been molded perfectly to his size but he still hasn't stopped, he's relentless.

"I-I would've followed you-nngh anywhere if you only asked me to" He groans, your name falling past his lips like a mantra, harshly bucking his overstimulated cock into your sloppy cunt with every word he utters. His grip on your thighs so bruising that it leaves angry purple and red splotches against it.

"W-what?" You stutter out, barely lucid, sucking his every inch in over and over again with a sinful squelch.

"W-would've followed-hah you anywhere if you j-just asked" he repeats, rolling the pad of his thumb against your abused clit with sharp, calculated moves. Almost as if trying to rip and tear through you to squeeze out another orgasm.

You squeal under his touch, thighs hooking around his sculpted waist to pull him closer still- the very same thighs which now trembles and shakes at the force of your orgasm, giving him exactly what he wants for the umpteenth time with a loud and stuttered babble of incoherent words as you gush around him.

Satoru follows behind, like he always does, his spilled seeds leaking out of the side and dripping over the damp mattress. You try to blink the hazy mist of your high off when something warm drips on your cheek with a small plik. Once Twice Thric-

Looking up only to find Satoru's watery blues brimmed with tears which steadily falls down to your cheek and slides down to the pillow underneath. "I s-swear I would've, if you only asked me to"

And you know he means it, you know he would've done so without any hesitation. His bags would've been packed before you were done asking and that's exactly why you didn't do so. You don't deserve him.

Satoru deserves so much better, he doesn't deserve you. Not when you have filthy blood running in your veins. All you can do is steel your heart for him.

"Get off" Your tone is cold, the first you've ever used towards him in a long, long time. The hurt flashing across his flushed face prickles your skin, it burns and squeezes your heart so tight that it knocks the wind out of you. "It's for the best."

His face is blank again, the warm blues in his eyes flickers and turns cold. The last of his tears dripping on your cheek feels icicle, sliding down and leaving a trail of ice as he moves off of you. Pulling out with a lewd slosh and pop, thick globs of cum spilling out onto the already damp mattress.

You quickly move to sit up despite the uncomfortable throb, everything hurts, but Satoru is quicker, he doesn't allow you to do so. Grabbing you by the waist, he pulls you back to bury his face in your hair.

"Wait, no no no- Stay. Please. I'm sorry" His tone is urgent, leaning to borderline deperate. You try to pry his hands off, he doesn't relent. He has an iron-grip on you.

"I won't ask you to take me back" he starts, voice muffled by your skin as he presses his lips against the back of your neck wantonly "I won't ask you to come back"

"I won't ask anything serious off of you, I swear. I just want you to stay" he murmurs, pulling you so close that his chest presses against your back. "I can't, Suguru needs me"

She gave her life to save yours so you'll give yours to protect his. Protect Suguru for her, it's the least you can do fo-

"And you think I don't?" Satoru chokes out, tangling his legs with yours. Holding you still, keeping you there. He doesn't plan on letting you go anytime soon. "Why is it always him? I needed you too, I always did. Hell I still do"

"Satoru-" he cuts you off, letting go of you to quickly shift and make you face him before you even realize it. Snaking an arm around yours to pull you flush against him, burying his face in the curve of your breasts. "What about me?"

"What about you?" You whisper, cupping his cheek, gently making him look up. He's tearing up again, you made him cry again. You don't know how you'll ever forgive yourself. But you can't go soft on him, not now.

"You'll survive" you brush his tears off "you always do"

"I won so you have to stay...even if only for tonight" he whispers defeatedly, leaning up to kiss you- he can't change your mind anymore, no one can. It's far too late.

It's your fault, you've spoiled him too much. You reap what you sow.

"Fine" you murmur in his salty lips, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

You'll indulge him one last time. Even if it's only for tonight.

December 24

"Can't a woman have any privacy around here?" You rasp out, a smile flickering at your face at the sight of Satoru kneeling besides you. Quiet. And all too solemn. It doesn't suit him.

"You're bleeding" He's a genius, isn't he? Always pointing out the obvious. You look down at the open gash in your chest, barely surviving, barely breathing as you use Royal Authority to it's full extent to forcefully keep your heart pumping. Your energy diminishing rapidly, curse your technique for using so much of it.

"Suguru?" You ask, head falling back against the wall when he shakes his head. Gone. Suguru's gone. You will be too, soon enough. "Stay with him, he gets lonely easily" you murmur, breathing in shakily. He tucks your hair behind your ear gently, a small smile on his lips "He'll understand"

Your heart throbs painfully, the crushing pain moving on to every single part of your body at the sight of his smile. How painfully beautiful. Your mortal wounds could never hold a candle against this pain.

"It's funny how you're still so beautiful even when you're on the verge of dying"

Warmth blooms in your slowly freezing body, a genuine smile fluttering against your lips at his praise. Like the smiles you graced him with in the past. The painfully beautiful smile that grabs hold of his heart and doesn't let go, it never did let go. Even after everything you've done.

"Truly beautiful" He whispers, his voice hoarse and thick, grazing your cheek. "Satoru. Go" You whisper back, leaning into his touch. "Suguru needs you more than I do, I'm better off alone"

He opens his mouth to protest. "Left and right, winner gets the say" You hold your index, cutting him right off. "Loser has to do one thing, anything, that the winner says"

He smiles. A bitter one, his furrowed brows gives him away. "I thought you told me to stop using that word for future bets"

"Consider this an exception" you smile back sweetly "Satoru, live the life you want to live okay?"

"As long as I survive, right?" You answer with a nod.

"Don't worry. If it's for you, I'll do it. I'll survive." He sighs, holding his finger up and pointing to the right, you look down. You point to the direction he came from, the direction Suguru is in, the direction that your gaze falls at. Satoru looks left.

"Leave"

2 : 143 You win

"I'll be right back" Satoru whispers thickly, gently closing your lifeless eyes shut. "So stay right where you are this time, your highness"

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It's always the midnight inspo, I swear. Lost braincells trying to write the smut scenes.

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[cottonlemonade]

Hello again it's me. I may I please have a menu B with strawberry milk and purin and I'll sit next to Ren Oomimi please

The Wrath Of Oomimi Ren

word count: 818 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Oomimi x chubby!Reader (feat. Atsumu)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy jealous upperclassman Oomimi, as manager

It was never a good sign to see the twins huddled together with Suna in an obviously plotting manner. Whispers and giggles, a short screech of approval here or there - it was all rather disconcerting.

Oomimi frowned and went back to his conversation with the other two third years. However, he didn’t let the chaotic trio out of his sight. Kita wasn‘t here yet, being stuck in a meeting of the class presidents, so it fell upon him, Michinari and Aran to keep the younger members of the team in check until the training began (certainly a three person job). The gym door opened and their trainer along with their manager came in, the cute kohai holding a water carrier in each hand. Almost automatically he made a move to hurry over and take them off your hands but one side glance towards the menaces from year two stopped him in his tracks. He had already been too obvious about his crush on their curvy manager, having gushed about you one too many times to his classmates in the locker room. Even though, “gushed“ might have been the wrong word. He talked about you. Too often.

Thinking out loud if the team should invite you along for an after training snack run to the nearby convenience store or wondering if you‘d maybe be interested in joining them for a (not really) friendly game of Mario Kart that weekend. Or invite you to a movie with them. Or suggesting to have you join their study group. Or sit with them at lunch. Or if they should bring you a bun when they went by a bakery on their way to school.

Everyone knew about his crush, even the trainer. Except, of course, you.

To you, Oomimi was a thoughtful, albeit quiet player who was an important component to Inarizaki‘s defense along with Suna. To you, he was simply being polite and tried to include you as often as possible. And, to be honest, he was the reason why you joined the team as the manager.

Whenever you called for the team’s attention for the coach, Oomimi was the first to come running but always stopped himself a few meters before reaching you, slowing his steps and suddenly becoming very interested in retying his shoes or straightening his jersey as to not make it seem like he was too eager to get to you. He knew he had an intimidating aura and the last thing he wanted was to scare you by towering over you.

And today was no exception.

Once Kita arrived the team gathered in a half circle around you and the trainer - Oomimi stole glances at you throughout the coach’s game plan. When it was time for the warm up drills, he paused in his movements when he saw that instead of dispersing like the rest of the team, the chaotic trio stayed behind to talk to you while Coach Kurosu went outside to take a phone call.

“How about it, y/n-chan?”, he heard Atsumu say loudly, “This friday night. We can go to the arcade or see a movie.“ The setter shuddered, feeling a sudden icy chill on the back of his neck but soldiered on, “Why aren’t ya sayin’ anythin’? Don’t wanna go on a date with me?”

He was sure when he turned around he would come face to face with Kita but instead he stared at the chest of the middle blocker, slowly raising terrified eyes to look at him.

“H-hey, Oomimi-san.”, he stuttered, “I was just askin’ our manager to go out with me.”

“I know, the whole gym could hear ya.”, Oomimi replied calmly.

“O-okay then. Uhm… would ya give us a bit of space so she can answer me?”

Oomimi looked at you - your face telling a detailed story of confusion and reluctance.

“No.”, he said, glaring down at Atsumu.

“And why is that?”, Atsumu asked, hoping his knees wouldn’t give out. He hated Osamu and Suna for this. Sure, the sacrifice for their cause was chosen via rock, paper, scissors but now that The Wrath of Oomimi Ren was upon him, he really badly wanted to reconsider, even if that would give his friends the right to his lunch desserts for the next month.

“Well…” Oomimi hadn’t thought that far. “Because…-“

“Because I’d actually much rather go out with Oomimi-san.”, you said, cheeks as red as tomatoes, “Sorry, Tsumu. You’re … okay and all but I’m not interested.”

Osamu and Suna doubled over with laughter - the latter still holding up his phone to capture the moment for all eternity.

Atsumu would have been extremely offended if he wasn’t so relieved that the giant third year was too distracted by your confession to hurt him and grabbing his brother and friend by the sleeves dragged them off to leave you and Oomimi to blush at each other in private.

a/n: thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoyed it ^^ 🌟

[noroi1000]

❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 16

Satoru-Sensei | ←Previous chapter • Next Chapter→ Summary: The fact that you had a teacher-student relationship didn't matter now. You are both adults. You can do what you want. Whenever you want and every thing that comes to your mind. The truth is that many important things cannot be hidden behind a flimsy lie. Gojo couldn't hide things for long by speaking out about such things. A mysterious man whose behavior can be described as full of lies, and something worth discovering for the truth. Someone wise will notice this too quickly. Sometimes being smart also means foolishness.

"What's wrong, Fushiguro? I didn't expect you would want to talk to us. You never talk to us..." the pink-haired man muttered as he sat on the table instead of the chair. 

He was happy to be able to sit in the same seat he had sat in two years ago. 

"He's probably jealous that we talk to our kohai more often than to him." the brunette laughed, sitting elegantly on a chair with her longer skirt falling freely. 

She always had to be elegant. Especially when she discovered that elegance in a woman like her is seen as an ideal. She considered herself strong and beautiful. So she must be just as elegant.  Especially after she met Mei Mei. She became her idol because she can't deny that this woman maintains class even during a fight. 

Itadori didn't take anything like he always should. He acted the same as always. His movements during friendly encounters were erratic. And he didn't care what he looked like now. 

Fushiguro was the only person who tried to act as if something had really happened. 

Because something happened! There is nothing here that is absolutely normal...

A person who was supposedly dead for two years suddenly appears before his eyes... 

You were never bold. You would never be in a relationship with Gojo! You two were completely incompatible with each other! He was loud, and sometimes obnoxious! You were quiet and shy. 

Because of your personality, you were definitely suppressed by him. Because he's definitely louder than you. More open and wild. 

What he saw... Where and how you were together... That's all... It didn't look like a student-teacher relationship. 

Is it because he is no longer your teacher and you are also an adult?

Did he make you do it? 

You certainly knew how good it would be for you and for others. 

Surely you also saw his different behavior toward you. He cared about you more than anyone else. He was much closer.

Did he blackmail you to stay with him? 

Gojo is a selfish man sometimes. Is he doing everything to keep you for him? Was he worried about you? 

Was he worried that he would lose another person?

Fushiguro learned the truth about Gojo Satoru's school years. He lost a loved one. 

Maybe he saw someone close to you and decided to take you away from the world so as not to lose you?

This man is definitely crazy!

He hurt you like that!

He took you away from your parents and your friends!

What was he thinking?!

The dark-haired man had to think about what happened. He had to take it all seriously. All! Now there is no mistake. 

All the tips he got... It all led him to the truth. 

They must reason with Gojo and take you away before it's too late!

You will return to your family and your normal life. 

Gojo cannot like a madman hold you, not at your will, for your safety!

He wants you there because he doesn't want to lose someone close to him. And when you are only with him for the rest of your life, you will never leave him. 

It's all so difficult...

You can't say no to him. That's why this is the biggest problem. You are with him because you are unable to refuse him...

"If you act like idiots, I won't tell you anything, and I'll do everything myself..." He said it with a serious face. 

And because of this expression on his face, the other two didn't know whether he had his normal face or whether he was really serious and thinking about this important matter. 

"Is this more important than the fact that we ate your chicken for dinner?" Itadori asked with his hand slightly raised in the air. 

A characteristic vein appeared on Fushiguro's forehead, threatening to make him explode with rage and start screaming at them for losing his food because of them. 

But instead, he sighed. 

He let out an exasperated sigh that surprised them enough that they really wondered what had happened to make their friend so serious.

"I know you won't believe me right away, but (l/n) is alive." he said suddenly.

Their eyes looked at him questioningly, and they stared in disbelief. 

"If she were alive, she would have appeared two years ago," the girl said calmly, resting her cheek on her fist.

"She couldn't show up." 

"Where did you think you saw her?" Itadori asked with a curious face. 

"With Gojo..."

"Huh? Gojo-sensei is on mission!"

"I thought so too... But I found the coordinates in his house... There was a photo of the beach. It was a small island near Japan. Hokusei saw that Gojo was texting a mysterious girl who had no name on his phone. And he called her 'Ashamed-chan'. So this is it..." 

" 'Ashamed-chan'? I heard it once..." Itadori placed his fingers on his chin. 

"Gojo said that to (l/n) several times. Do you remember his behavior around her? They were close."

"Are you suggesting something? That our shy (l/n) was in a relationship with our Sensei?" Kugisaki laughed lightly. 

"I suspect so. Either they are in a relationship or he is forcing her into a relationship. And she is with him because there is no one else there."

"You can't accuse her of something like that." She snorted.

"I saw them in bed. They–."

"You pervert! You can't spy on a woman in bed! Look at naked men as much as you want! But don't you dare spy on women!"

"Kugisaki, shut up." he growled. "Don't be so loud. I don't want anyone to hear. And also.... I've seen them in bed, but they don't do what you think to. They acted like a couple. And there's no way I could ever mistake Gojo's or (l/n)'s face..."

"Oh... That's right..." the pink-haired one muttered.

You were like Tsumiki to Fushiguro. 

Innocent, kind, and gullible. You were sweet. But somehow you were different from her in your shyness and quietness.

"I still don't believe you. It could have been anyone! Gojo's girlfriend might just be like her..."

"(h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.” 

"Ohh... Or maybe it really was her..." She whispered. "But if she could be alive, why did she do this to us and not tell us?! We mourned her every year!”

"I think Gojo forced her to do it."

"No... That's not right! I won't believe you until I see it with my own eyes!" She screamed, almost in tears. 

"I need help saving her anyway. I'll take you there, and we'll help her."

   The white-haired man's back was leaning against the wall next to the door.

His head was positioned slightly upwards as he placed the back of his head on the wall. His eyes are focused on the corner where the ceiling meets the wall.

Mouths are freely closed. Calm facial expression. 

A straight face.

And under this simple face, there is a confusion of thoughts and emotions. 

What Megumi said... He had to protect you now.

The world is not safe for you. Especially now that someone found out you're alive.

Now there's no point in hiding anymore...

When they come, he will show them what they want to see. 

He smiled slightly...

"Megumi-kun... You were always a smart kid. But..."

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[actuallysaiyan]

22 with Tomioka plssss

warnings: Tomioka displaying toxic behavior, kissing, senpai and kohai relationships, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, mentions of killing

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He’s been doing all he can to push all these stupid thoughts away. You’re his kohai, not some little fucktoy. But every fucking night, he needs to fuck his fist to thoughts of you. It’s the way you beam at his praise, or the way you push yourself even harder to be stronger. He knows you’re strong, but to know that you’re doing all you can to be even stronger, it just makes him so proud.

And you’re just so gorgeous. So cute, so sexy, so sweet. You wear the cutest little outfits when you aren’t training or fighting demons. And Giyuu cannot take it anymore. You’re so cute and he fucking hates it. It’s making him go crazy. The way you giggle softly whenever he’s being told by someone else that nobody likes him. But you always manage to lean in and whisper: “I like you, senpai.”

Don’t get him started on the way you say senpai. Or the way you breathily say his name sometimes. You hardly ever call him by his name, and he often hears you say senpai. But the few times he heard you say “Tomioka” or “Giyuu”, it’s something that has remained completely stuck in his mind. And it’s those little things that make him cum even faster and harder whenever he fucks his fist. He’ll get into all kinds of positions to do this too, which makes it even worse for him.

You’re smaller than him, and he knows he could easily make you so pliable for him. You want nothing more than to please him, and he knows this. This kind of power over you shouldn’t be given to him. Giyuu wonders if maybe you would have been better as Rengoku or Uzui’s Tsuguko, but he hates the thought of either of them taking you. You belong to him, and nobody else.

He would easily kill those two if it meant to get to you. You’re all his, his little kohai. Nobody could even get close to you the way he has. He has reached into your chest and stolen your little heart. Giyuu decides the next time he has a private moment with you, he’s going to show you what you’ve done to him. But for now, he contents himself with stalking you and stealing your panties. He tells himself that it’s all to protect you, but of course it’s so wrong of him to stalk his kohai.

And the day comes where he has a private moment with you. Giyuu finds you and takes you by the hand. He brings you to a quiet corner where nobody should bother the two of you. And with one swift motion, he pushes you against the wall. The way your eyes widen, it makes him lose all resolve. He needs you now.

“My sweet little kohai,” he whispers softly. “Don’t be afraid.”

You shudder softly, “Senpai,”

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”His hand grabs yours and pulls it to the obvious bulge in his pants.

He chuckles darkly and moves in to kiss you. You’ve always had a crush on your senpai, but you never thought your feelings would be returned. He’s so close to you now, and his body is just pressed up against yours. When you let out a moan as his tongue slips into your mouth, his cock twitches against your thigh.

He laughs, “It might be filthy, but it’s what you do to me.”

“S-senpai, that’s filthy.”

With your cheeks so red and your eyes so wide, Giyuu wonders how he’s going to let you go. You might have to just submit to him.

[mari-writes]

“Have you ever noticed that Bokuto hugs Akaashi differently?”

Konoha blinks, glancing at his teammate with interest. Komi’s arms are folded in front, with one hand reaching up to tap a finger on his chin. Konoha follows his gaze to where his captain and Akaashi are practicing.

“Huh?”

“He hugs Akaashi differently than the rest of us,” Komi says absently. “Haven’t you noticed?”

Konoha narrows his eyes. The setter had obviously just broken free from the other boy’s clutches moments ago, turning to hide his pink-tinged cheeks from view.

“Ugh,” Konha grits out, taking a large swig of his water bottle before letting out an exasperated sigh. Because of course he’s noticed. It’s just–he’s trying NOT too. He’s had to deal with the two boys’ odd dynamic for almost two years. He’s tired.

“I mean, he practically strangles anyone else he hugs,” Komi continues. “But with Akaashi-kun he’s almost… gentle? It’s still a tight bear hug, it’s just a bit.. softer?” He shrugs. “I dunno, maybe it’s just my imagination.”

Konoha shakes his head. “It’s not. I mean, everything about their relationship is kind of weird.”

Komi chuckles. “You’re not wrong.”

For a while they just watch their teammates in silence. The two practice as normal–bumping, setting and spiking over and over again with stamina that mystifies Konoha to no end. It used to just be Bokuto who had limitless energy. Now, it seems to have rubbed off on their kohai.

“They’re crazy,” he mutters, and Komi snorts in agreement. 

Eventually though, Akaashi does meet his limit. Even Bokuto’s puppy dog eyes don’t sway him to continue. “Bokuto-san, final exams start next week. You need to go home and rest so you can start studying hard tomorrow.”

Bokuto pouts. “But I want to keep going!”

“No buts. You need to pass math if you don’t want to repeat remedial courses at university, Bokuto-san.”

“So mean, ‘kaashi!”

“Being strict isn’t the same as being mean.”

“Hmm, I dunno about that!”

Konoha rolls his eyes, and he sees Komi facepalm in his periphery. 

“You’ll help me study, won’t you Akaashi?” His voice is hopeful, maybe even a bit nervous. Konoha can’t help but turn to watch them again. (Ugh, it’s like he can’t look away.)

“I don’t think I’d be much help,” Akaashi admits. “Math is not my strong suit, either. You know that.”

“I do know. But just having another person there to motivate me is enough!” Bokuto grins and leans in close. “Especially if it’s you! You’re the best, ‘kaashi…”

Konoha’s eyes widen; has Bokuto always been this smooth? Next to him, Komi lets out a surprised noise of his own. They both try not to laugh as Akaashi’s stoic expression immediately melts into one of unadulterated fondness.

“Oh,” Akaashi visibly swallows, fingers weaving nervously. “Then sure, Bokuto-san. I will help you.”

Bokuto lets out a triumphant yelp, and in one very quick movement, bounds forward to pull his setter into yet another hug.

Thanks to Komi (for better or worse), Konoha is now paying even more attention. He notices the tenderness in how Bokuto embraces the other boy. The way his arms, often a bit too powerful for his own good, wrap around him delicately. And how he dips his head down slightly to nose at Akaashi’s curls.

Akaashi’s face is hidden from view. But judging by how red his ears are, and the way his hands twitch at his sides, it almost seems like he… well…

Konoha suddenly feels like he’s intruding. He slaps Komi’s wrist and turns on his heel. “Let’s go,” he mutters. “Leave them to clean up the court. They’re the ones who actually practiced late, anyway.”

“But you saw that, right?” Komi hisses as they exit the gym. “There’s just… something there!”

“Well duh.” Konoha scoffs. “Two hugs in like, what, 10 minutes? It’s like Bokuto is just trying to find an excuse to do it whenever he can.”

Komi laughs. “Seriously!”

As they trek around the building towards the entrance of the school, Konoha can’t help but notice that the gym has gone strangely quiet. Like his hugs, Bokuto’s voice is usually overwhelming, booming and loud and unrestrained. 

But now Konoha hears… nothing. 

He wonders, vaguely, if his two teammates are still hugging. If Bokuto is holding on longer this time, and Akaashi is just… letting him. If they are perhaps doing MORE than hugging…

“Ugh,” Konoha grumbles again. He hates that he’s so invested in these idiots. They are absolutely ridiculous. Exhausting. Maddening. 

Still, he can’t help but send a silent blessing back to his friends.

Okay guys, figure yourselves out, he thinks, smiling in spite of himself. 

We’ll be there for you all the way…

//

Konoha is right–by the time he gets home that night, BokuAka is making out heavily on the club room floor 😆

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[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Love knows no bounds

You wouldn't sugar coat it. But you tried to make sure that your love was going to be the last thing they ever doubted. You worked really hard and gave it everything you got.

Even spent countless hours in the library to make sure you got things just right. Before checking and double-checking that your gifts worked properly. These should work for decades if done properly. You smiled tenderly. No, not should. Will they will work for decades even if it killed you.

Iruma

Just as atori reached for iruma. In that moment, that pure fear took over his body. There was a flash. Iruma blinked. Surrounding him was a shield? He hadn't had time to throw one up, so how...

Glancing down, he spotted the woven necklace you had mad for him glowing brightly in its protective haze. He gently grasped the cords. You always kept your promise, didn't you.

He felt your warmth emanating from your gift as he now faced his opponent head-on. He wasn't going to touch his friends or his Kohai. He had your love on his side, and with that, he could face anything.

Alice

Alice didn't really understand sentiment and had trouble expressing emotions properly. But that didn't stop his friends and classmates from somewhat understanding his desires. Nor did it stop you from loving him it seemed.

He stared at your handmade gift in awe. Truly, he hadn't expected to receive something so marvelous as the hair tie you had made. A woven combination of pink, green, and blue with a small pair of silver bells attached.

You had been so excited when gifting it to him that he couldn't even try to refuse. One time, he panicked when he thought his flames had burned it. But to his surprise, it was still in tack. Not a single singe. He asked you and you just laughed.

"Darling, I've made it flame proof you could accidentally drop it in lava, and it would remain in tack bells and all." Alice proceeded to wear in every day then, the small chime from the bells a fond reminder. Seeming to say, 'I'm still here.'

Clara

Clara was a restless child. Always on the move. She was aware of that. She knew there were times when she should sit still and be quiet, but it was so hard! But you seemed to understand that better than other adults.

So when you gifted Clara, the puzzle cube, she got a great surprise. Once she solved it, the puzzle immediately changed to something new. You remember hearing her excited giggles as she showed her classmates.

You remember having to fight Kalego-San in regards to her keeping it in glass, but once you proved it was actually helping her learn, he shut up. Clara smiled proudly as she held up her first paper ever getting 70%.

You had helped her even when others would give up, and you believed she could do it! She was so happy you were always there, even if you weren't in the same room. Your love made Clara feel smarter.

Sabro

He watched you howl with laughter. He crossed his arms and pouted. It really wasn't that funny. When you stopped laughing, you reached out and squeezed his shoulders.

"They don't actually think you're their biological father. Papa is a title in this case." You tried comforting him. "A title? How is that a title?" His tail perking up and swaying.

"Well, when we're younger, words are a lot less complex. We don't think too much about their meanings, but truth be told, they say a lot without saying much." His tail lowered as he tried to understand your meaning.

"They called you Papa after you saved them, and that's what a parent is more or less. Someone who protects you. Who you feel safe around. Some you can count on." Sabro reached up and touched the earring you had gifted him now amused. "So it's a title to be worn with pride then."

Soi

Much like how his precious horn was a gift from his mother, you had also gifted him something special. It might not look like much to some, but you had painstakingly written down the sheet music to every song you could remember from your old life. While you couldn't give him the lyrics, you gave him the melodies.

Some were dark and haunting, and others were sad yet melodic. But a lot were bright, cheerful, and practically poured out love and warmth. Just like you in a way. Soi was often reminded of you when he played one of these songs.

It was as if you were dancing along or whispering the unknown words to his ears on the wind. Or even just sitting there beside him in silence, enjoying the moment. He wondered if you could hear it even if you were far away. As if you knew when he would play for you.

Jazz

Jazz had collected a lot of things, which tends to happen when one has sticky fingers like his. But when he started living with you, he was pleasantly surprised when you treated his little habit as a game. You both would go back and forth, snatching items from each other that you sort of forgot who's what.

But Jazz's treasure was the one thing you never took back. A large leather jacket that was even big on you, but you had kept it for sentimental reasons. Although on occasion he spotted a patch added to it resembling accomplishments he had achieved.

He often found himself wearing it with pride and enjoyed the warm feeling he would get when he saw a new patch. You were cheering him on every step of the way it seemed. You had also reminded him of how far he had come.

Picero

You had carefully hand stitched a new sleep mask for your sleepy little grouch. Happily ensuring that it would be adjustable and comfortable enough to wear. Picero had never taken it off from what you could tell, so he must have appreciated it a little.

He often spent his days day dreaming in a sense, ensuring that he was well rested. But damn one day a thought drifted into his mind. What if he had never met you? If you had never existed in the first place? His hand gripped tightly to his new mask.

The thought had startled him more than he would ever admit. He traced each stitch with his thumb. The world would be colder. And that would also mean one less person to cuddle next to. Grinding his teeth at the thought.

There was no way you were ever allowed to disappear. It was your own fault for being the perfect cuddle bug to relax with on his cloud. You had somehow much like stupid Gaap become an essential part of his life.

Kerori

Kerori stared at the cute little keychain you had made for her. A snowflake inside a star. She scoffed for a moment before attaching it to her bag.

To an outsider, it wouldn't look like much. Just an ordinary keychain. But the little imp knew your meaning behind this. You couldn't wait to see what kind of star she would become.

Whenever she looked at it, she would get this feeling of anticipation. She could practically hear the cheering that echoed from the tiny object. Ker-or-i ker-or-i instead of the usual kuromu her fans shouted.

Fine then. If one of her biggest fans was looking forward to future performances. Then she would just have to show them everything she'd got, wouldn't she?

Kamui

A lovely pocket watch for such a refined gentleman of his taste. It matched all his attire perfectly while having its own striking features. Of course, Kamui knew it was for more than just telling time.

A pair of eyes carved meticulously into the cover. A warning to any that tried to harm him. You were always watching. Unfortunately, those eyes had a double meaning. You were always watching his behavior, too.

It was a reminder for him to behave and to not harass the female students and staff members. It was rather embarrassing but also a reassuring reminder. Kamui would often stroke the cover with his feathers in deep thought. Sometimes chuckling over the scolding, you might give if he did or said something that he had thought of.

Kamui tried to reign in some of his actions and to be more careful of his words due to some of those scoldings. He didn't want to come off as creepy and certainly didn't intend to make any lady upset over how he acted or spoke. He could almost hear you coo over him, saying what a fine gentleman he would become.

Goemon

He could always feel your presence on the wind. No matter where you were, the wind would always guide him back to you. Oftentimes, he would egarly run up to you excited to find you. Because sometimes it seems like you were too far away. Even with the wind telling him where to go.

He didn't want you to be out of reach. You were an important part of this family. So when you realized his concerns, you affectionately smiled. You made a small braid of your hair and cut it. You made sure to find a way to preserve it and turned it into a tassel.

A constant reminder that you were never too far away. Goemon, being the excited child he was immediately attached it to his sword before showing it off. Honestly, keeping that boy happy was a pleasure. Besides, a lock of hair was certainly a small price in exchange.

Lied

Lied was well... constantly doubting himself. He didn't think he belonged on the same level as his classmates. Oftentimes, he would believe that luck was the only reason he had made it this far. You absolutely hated that negativity.

So what was a parent to do other than to help their child grow some confidence. You made him a tracking bracelet. No, not where you could track him, although that was added as an emergency feature. It wasn't your fault that the teachers neglected to think you wouldn't offer your children some kind of assistance during the heartbreaker.

In fact, Lied had done well in avoiding teachers until he had Robin-San on his tail. All thanks to the fact that each teachers signature was embedded into it so that he could find one in an emergency. Or, in this case, avoid.

Suffice to say, he constantly uses his little gift now and has gained some more confidence since then. The little trickster constantly avoids trouble now as he sets up his little pranks and will always be checking where you are on his bracelet as well. You made sure to place yourself in as a heart, so he always knew you loved him. Regardless of all the mischief he seems to create.

Elizabetta

Oh, sweet child. She who loves all the attention and sees all possible love routes. You sometimes wondered if she ever got worried about how carefree she'd act.

One day, Elizabetta was glaring at her own reflection. She was frustrated. Her hair was a mess, and her brush had finally broke. How was she to look perfect now? And if she didn't look perfect, would everyone still love her?

She glanced down and remembered the box that you had given her the day before. Hurriedly, she opened it. You always seemed to know what everyone needed. Yes! A set of new combs and brushes. Each one hand made with lovely flower designs. Even a few horn accessories added.

As Elizabetta combed through the tangled haystack of hair, she calmed down. It was like you were there fixing her hair for her. You were making everything better even if you weren't present.

Allocer

What did you make the little demon who gobbled up knowledge like it was their last meal? When he goes through book after book, retaining endless knowledge. Well, it was fairly simple, actually. The answer is.... bookmarks.

You planted them all over Allocers' room inside his books and school bags. Handwritten messages on each one. 'Don't forget to eat lunch.' , 'I love you.' , or 'Go to bed, you little gremlin. I know it's past midnight.' He would often chuckle at the ever changing reminders.

But his favorite was one he could write back on. He had done so jokingly, not aware that you would see it and write back. 'Don't wanna', 'child don't make come over there!' He blinked before squirming in excitement and asking how you made it. 'I'll show you later.' You wrote back.

That was the best part about you. You never withheld information letting him decide for himself on if that knowledge was safe to use or not. Tomorrow always held something new.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 17

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Rei: In actuality, during the battle to exterminate the delinquents, not a single one of them showed face. Therefore, UNDEAD won the DreFes by default.

That is how it was supposed to go. In the dream, I was able to identify one of the delinquents that was not originally there.

That boy was our culprit. In our dream, it was only possible to exist if we were close to our bodies.

Therefore, in order for him to rewrite history, he would need to be at least nearby.

He must have sensed we were trying to go back in time to do something, so he grew anxious and came to check on us. At that point I discovered who exactly it was and belayed him.

And that is why I did not immediately go on stage, as I was in the audience searching for the culprit. It wasn’t that I was unmotivated, really really.

Koga: Even in the real timeline you didn’t get on stage.

Kaoru: Right~, it was a once-in-a-lifetime debut live, how could you miss it? That’s what you told me since I used to skip class and stuff a lot.

Adonis: I agree. I felt like that too. I was uneasy and scared, I almost hated Sakuma-senpai for not showing up.

Rei: Eh? What are you all blaming me for everything lately!?

A-anyhow, once I had identified the culprit's face, the rest was quite simple. Once I had returned to the real timeline, all I had to do was find him.

Once we had done as such, he lost control of HELLSING and the bots stopped functioning, leading us to where we are now.

Adonis: So the culprit has been disposed of, and the situation has been fixed…?

Koga: That’s great ‘n all, but what about now? What about this current situation?

We’re in the middle of a live!? The culprit’s bound t’be pissed off, since we stopped his plan— it’ll be bad if HELLSING is stopped now!

Fans from all over the country have travelled here to see us perform!

We can’t stop jus’ ‘cos somethin’ came up!

Rei: Kukuku. You are surprisingly sharp, however on the other hand, you can be surprisingly dim-witted and silly too.

Koga: Haa!?

Rei: Look at them.

Koga: You mean HELLSING?

Rei: Umu. Let us become HELLSING’s representatives. I’m not exactly sure what representing our representatives entails but—

The public is unaware of the existence of these fakes, so to them, HELLSING is simple an offshoot of UNDEAD.

Let’s look at it from the public’s point of view. The real Kaoru-kun, Koga, Adonis-kun and I– us four, make up HELLSING.

Koga: …Yeah but, that’s not possible? Ya know, ‘cos you two wimpy senpais insist on doin’ those variety shows?

Kaoru: Ohh, don’t be silly. Variety shows are a lot of work, you know? Whilst it doesn’t tie directly into what we do on stage, it definitely helps.

There’s already a difference in ability between us, the two main attractions of UNDEAD, and you guys. So I guess it just widens the gap between us?

Don’t hold us back, ‘kay? ♪

Koga: HaA!? Bring it on playboy! Unlike you who slacks off all the time, I practise so hard everyday it could kill me!

Watch out! I’ll have you beggin’ for mercy, screamin’ out like “noooo～I’ll never be able to beat Koga-sama and Adonis-sama!”

Rock’n’roll…!

♪～♪～♪

Rei: Kukuku. You’re rather good at lighting a fire beneath Koga, Kaoru-kun.

Kaoru: I was only copying you～？

Adonis: Fufu. I’m happy. We’re starting to look like ourselves again.

If we have each other, we’ll be okay no matter what happens.

I believe that. Believe me, you can entrust everything to me.

Let us put our body and soul into our song and dance. That is what I can do, and that is my joy and happiness.

I won’t let those vampires, I won’t let anyone take the place where I belong from me!

♪～♪～♪

Kaoru: Woah, it’s rare to see Adonis-kun get this hyped up ♪

Rei: He’s always been a quiet but passionate boy.

Well then. We can’t let our kohai out shine us, can we? Let’s do our best too.

Kaoru: Yupyup. Don’t hurt your back though, old man ♪

I’m also pretty pissed at the culprit, so it’ll be a good stress reliever to sing and dance the best I can.

I have to let him know it’s impossible to replace any of us.

So today, I’ll show him how serious I can be.

♪～♪～♪

Rei: (Kukuku. Bravo, bravo. I was worried how things would go but— in the end, everything ended rather amicably, as usual.)

(That world is nothing more. A happy, propitious ending.)

(Ah, it’s so bright…The stage always has been. The stage is filled with a radiance that could burn me alive.)

(I cannot laugh at the culprit. I too, once averted my gaze from this brightness and turned my back on the stage.)

(However, I have no intention to do that now.)

(I will bask in its brilliancy. Even if it turns me to ash, this is my long-cherished ambition.)

(So what now? Are you watching, you foolish, pathetic criminal?)

(Back then, there was a pitiful​ adolescent Sakuma Rei who had lost all hope for the world.)

(―Aren’t you jealous of me ♪)

♪～♪～♪

Tonight, we feast! Breath in HELLSING, and let us into your soul—Us, UNDEAD, will grow ever stronger!

We are UNDEAD!

No matter if an army a million men strong attacks us, even if we are consumed by hellfire, UNDEAD will be reborn from those flames again and again! We will be resurrected!

Until my last breath, nay, beyond that! We will burn brightly for eternity, even in the depths of hell! Join us, and allow this enjoyable feast to begin!

If that is what you desire, this radical, immoral, sweet night will never end!

♪～♪～♪

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 16

Epilogue 1

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

chapter ten was lovely. like yaga’s characterization makes so much sense & his dynamic with gojo? like yaga cares but not enough. it’s so heartbreaking but realistic for someone of his position.

good on gojo for being a protective dad like NO YAGA. he’s not gonna bend himself backwards for you fuckers rn. his kid is DYINGGG.

(megumi hiding under yaga’s desk to read. i’m in tears. i love how you showed yaga’s….whats the word…professionalism? & then hint us with the feels.)

but like i imagine panda just watching his father yaga & gojo arguing like: 👁️👄👁️ | like ik he was so flabbergasted at yaga’s audacity lowkey.

panda was fucking sweating that entire scene. that awkward moment when you've got your new kohai in the hospital wing, a murderous teacher ready to rip out the spines of the leadership of a clan that's basically jujutsu royalty, and a best friend who's so violently unwell that he may need to commit felonies about it, and then his fucking dad walked in and immediately killed the vibe. he was screaming on the inside.

yaga's entire thing in my mind is that he makes compromises that he has consistently struggled to live with the consequences of, and secretly, being cut out from megumi and tsumiki's lives entirely was always one of the hardest. I think gojo showed up with these tiny, traumatized kids who were hard to win over, and megumi was quiet and standoffish and rarely showed that he liked anyone.

Megumi wasn't much of one for gojo's theatrics. i think yaga really did get a bit of favoritism from him growing up, because he was a much calmer presence compared to gojo. Megumi hid beneath his desk to read because he thought it was a safe place, and Yaga was always internally a bit smug about the fact that baby megumi was a little partial to him. he genuinely didn't think that the zenin would hurt him the way that they did, and it's always haunted him a bit that he was the one who told gojo to let them have partial custody.

yaga really, truly was fond of the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk to read. he never wanted him to be hurt.

[peachonified]

Just a few of the many things I love about AkaBoku

There's never enough. There's literally never enough, and here on AkBk day and there is definitely not enough Bo getting fucked.

I love all Bokuto ships, and AkBk is definitely on my list of loves.

Bokuto is big and loud and brings the eye. Akaashi is quiet and weird and intense. People thought that Bokuto was taking advantage of his kohai, but Akaashi is very, very able to say no, and he never wanted to, not to Bokuto.

Akaashi kissed Bokuto first. Bokuto always loved Akaashi, but somehow never put it together that they could be together. Akaashi is very, very patient, but even he has his limits. One day when Bokuto is going on about everything and nothing, and Akaashi is so captivated by his lips and just reaches forward, pulls him forward and kisses him. There's no hesitation, he's all teeth and tongue and when he's done Bokuto is all soft an wide eyes staring up at him. Akaashi feels like the king of the world.

Bokuto once watched porn and thought the bottom looked like they had the most fun, and was all "Kaashi, I think I want to be on the bottom," Akaashi (already taking his clothes off), "Of course, Bokuto-san, leave it to me"

HS AKBK is awesome, but so is post-time skip. They are both so much more comfortable in themselves, and Akaashi embraces his weirdness. HS Akaashi who only vaguely imagined all the things he could do with Bokuto gets to them. He's pretty fucking happy.

Akaashi is into control and has nothing but mouth frothing desire for Bokuto "too much to handle" Koutarou.

Akaashi is a sadistic dom, and Bokuto is not a masochist, but he loves to please. Akaashi gets off on Bokuto's pain because he's doing it for him and he feels powerful and lucky and very, very turned on.

Bokuto loves Akaashi. He loves when he comes to visit, he loves spoiling him, he loves holding hands, he loves snuggling, he loves that Akaashi's hands are big and strong and perfect for pushing him around.

Akaashi isn't a naturally active adult - he's an office worker and very happy with it! But he still works out as his love of manhandling Bokuto is greater than his struggle of finding the time to work out.

Bokuto and Akaashi make time for each other, and even though they are in a long distance relationship they make it work - when ever they see each other they fuck like it's the last time they'll ever see each other.

When they move into together they still fuck like it's the last time they'll see each other.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

A Gift From Far Away

Prompt: Birthday/Free Day

Words: 2,082

Note: Happy Birthday to the sweetest dork. I’m sorry this turned into a bit of an inner look on Kakashi and the struggles i think he has in canon (but which never get touched on cuz he’s not the main) but also… no i’m not XD

Birthdays were fleeting. 

Every year Kakashi woke up on September fifteenth and watched as the day passed by at speeds he had never experienced before. From the moment he woke up to the second he dragged himself back into his tiny apartment and fell into bed it felt like someone had turned the day's speed up by eleven.

There was never a moment’s break. His friends made sure of that.

Asuma would be there to greet him as soon as he opened his apartment door, a tiny cupcake in hand and an invite to join him for a morning walk that Kakashi could never muster up the energy to refuse no matter how terrible he was feeling. 

About halfway through their walk Kurenai joined them and offered to pay for breakfast. When they were younger it was just the three of them sitting comfortably in a small booth chatting over omelettes. Now that they were Sensei’s, though, the booth felt a lot smaller with the three of them crammed in alongside nine hungry pre-teens fighting over the food. Kurenai still offered to pay for everyone’s meals, but Kakashi and Asuma had made an agreement with each other to pitch in so she didn’t have to suffer such a giant bill alone.

Once breakfast was done and they’d all said their goodbyes, it was time for training. Even on his birthday, Kakashi likes to make sure he gets some training time in. A fact that Sakura complained about endlessly while she, Sasuke, and Naruto trudged along behind Kakashi toward the training field. He didn’t mind though. She made some good points about everyone needing to rest and enjoy themselves on their birthday, and if it were anyone else's birthday he would agree.

The problem was, it was his birthday, and resting simply meant that the day would drag by. That was the last thing he wanted. So, he trained. Occupied himself during those few fleeting hours when his friends weren’t demanding his attention and tried to forget about the one person he wanted to see, but couldn’t. 

After training and a quick check-in to make sure his students hadn’t died on him, Kakashi made sure to leave Sasuke with a little money to pay for lunch and made his escape.

The rest of the day was spent jumping between his friends. 

An hour playing card games with Gemma, Raido, Kotetsu, and Izumo. 

Two hours enjoying a nice quiet tea with Yamato and listening to his precious Kohai complain about all of the things he had to deal with on his own in the Anbu locker rooms now that Kakashi wasn’t there to watch over him. 

An hour to sit in front of his father’s grave filling him in on everything that had happened in the last year. This year he’d spoken a lot about his students. More than he’d ever dared to speak about them before. He told his dad all about Sakura’s skill with chakra control and genjutsu, Naruto’s hard-headed personality and the endless similarities he saw between his student and the parents who never had the opportunity to raise him, and Sasuke. He spent the most time talking about Sasuke, but where he’d praised Sakura’s skills and fondly remembered his old Sensei and Kushina-San through Naruto, Sasuke was a kid he’d lamented about. A kid who he saw far too much of himself in, and who he couldn’t help but worry about. If his father had really been there with him he might have assured him that everything would turn out alright. There would have been comforting words and promises that Sasuke would make it through all of his struggles just fine. 

The problem was, he wasn’t here. 

He was another body buried in a cemetery that never seemed to stop growing. There were no words of comfort to be spoken and as much as he’d thought talking about it would help Kakashi found he only felt worse at the end. 

Saying his goodbyes to his father, he moved onto the next birthday task. Five precious minutes that he spent visiting with Obito and Rin, and that was only if he managed to keep his thoughts from spiraling downward into those all too familiar feelings of failure, self-hate, and regret. 

Once he’d managed to drag himself away from the cemetery he was certain to find Asuma waiting for him beside the gates. As soon as he was close enough his friend would throw an arm around his shoulder, smile, and offer to buy him a drink. Kakashi never turned down that offer and after that, the rest of the day flew by in a blur of alcohol and laughter.

It would be another three hours before he stumbled back to his apartment with Sake on his breath, Asuma’s laughter still ringing in his ear, and the fond memory of Yamato singing Karaoke so terribly that the entire bar had offered to buy him a drink or five just to get him to stop.

Another birthday came and went, full of friends and cheer, yet Kakashi couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Something that he still had to do for his birthday to be the fulfilling, wonderful day that all of his friends had tried so hard to make. 

‘It’s him, isn’t it?’ He thought, frowning at his own weakness. ‘There’s nothing to be done. He can’t be here.’

The door creaked open, revealing the emptiness waiting for him inside of his home. A clean table, an organized bookshelf, a comfortable bed, and a plant were all that were waiting for him. 

No unexpected guest that he’d silently been hoping to see all day.

‘I told you’ he scolded himself as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind himself. ‘Not here.’

It was a stupid thing to have to tell himself. A conversation he should never have had to have.

This was Konoha, and no matter how much he wanted to see Gai on his birthday it simply wasn’t possible. An Iwagakure shinobi would never be allowed into the village and where Kakashi had a certain skill for stealth that allowed him to sneak into Iwagakure whenever he wanted to, Gai didn’t share that skill.

He wasn’t a man known for being stealthy and that was just one of the many things Kakashi loved about him.

‘Love,’ toeing his shoes off, he kicked them back towards the door and listened to the clatter of them bouncing against the hard floor. ‘You keep saying that. You should know better.’ 

Love was an emotion that should have been reserved for someone within Konoha, or at least a civilian. The last person he should be claiming such feelings for was an enemy shinobi.

Yet, he couldn’t help it. No matter how much he wanted to be a completely loyal shinobi, it was impossible. His heart had made the mistake of falling for someone he could never be with as openly as his friends were with their lovers.

He couldn’t walk down the street holding his hand like Asuma and Kurenai did. That would only result in him being labeled a traitor and falling down the same path of shame as his father. 

He couldn’t send a letter with anyone but the hounds, because even a whiff of what he would do would result in the elder’s pouncing at the opportunity to have him arrested.

Perhaps a stronger man would cease to care. 

They would choose their own feelings and desires over their village, just as his father had when he chose to save his friends over completing his mission. 

Kakashi couldn’t, though. There were too many people he cared about.

Precious people that he wanted to protect, even if it meant he couldn’t have the life that he wanted. It wasn't the first thing he’d had to give up in his life so he could keep fighting to protect his precious people, but most days it felt like the hardest.

‘Quit it,’ he scolded himself as he trudged toward his bed. ‘Sleep will clear my head. A nice rest and then everything will be back to normal.’ Or, as normal as things could be when his ‘normal’ was longing to see someone that he shouldn’t even be thinking about. 

Reaching the bed he began unzipping his vest when something caught his eye. A small spec of green is sitting just outside the window. Forgetting about sleep for the moment, he took a step toward the window and peered outside of it.

When he saw what was sitting there on the outside ledge his eyes widened and he felt a tightness in his chest that ached just a little, but also caused him to smile.

Somehow, against all odds, he’d managed to sneak into Konoha and leave something at Kakashi’s window. An impressive feat for a man who had failed at hiding his chakra the last time he tried to sneak up on Kakashi. 

“And what is this?” he asked aloud, shaking his head when he realized what he’d done. “Let’s see.” unlatching the window lock, he lifted the window just enough so he could reach out and retrieve whatever it was waiting for him.

The answer came to him as soon as his fingers touched the object. A fabric sort of feeling with just a little bit of fuzziness to it. There was only one thing it could possibly be. Curling his fingers around it, he brought it inside and promptly closed the window once again. 

“I hope you weren’t out there too long,” he whispered, chuckling when he thought about how ridiculous the whole scene would look if any of his friends caught him speaking to an object. “Well, you’re safe now regardless, and now that you’re safe,” he turned the object over in his hand and shivered when the fabric brushed against his fingers. It was a softer fabric than he would usually find himself holding, but then of course he didn’t have a habit of collecting stuffies. “Oh,” the realization hit him as soon as the thought had crossed his mind. Now that he had a good look at it, he knew without a doubt that it was stuffy.

Not just any stuffy, though. A Tortoise stuffy. One that looked oddly similar to a specific tortoise summon that a certain Iwagakure shinobi liked to summon when he found himself in a tight spot.

“You…” his fingers tightened around the stuffy. Inside himself, there was a slew of emotions bubbling up threatening to spill out.

A sadness came from knowing that even on his birthday, the one day that was supposed to be all about him, he couldn’t spend it curled up in his lover's arms with his face buried in his neck. 

Fear at the knowledge that if anyone in Konoha found out about this gift, a tiny turtle that meant nothing to anyone else but held a world of love inside of it for him, he could find himself facing accusations that would make his father look like he’d done nothing wrong. 

Happiness. 

That was the emotion he tried to zero in on. The warmth engulfed his entire soul like one of Gai’s bone-crushing hugs. An inescapable feeling of being wanted and cherished.

Growing up he’d given up hope on ever feeling something so wonderful again when he buried his father, but then Gai came crashing into his life with a terrible bowl cut, the ugliest jumpsuit he had ever seen, and more love than he thought anyone who existed in their world could possibly have. 

Love that he happily shared with Kakashi, an enemy shinobi.

“You…” lifted the stuffy, he buried his nose into it and sniffed. His nose was immediately rewarded with that scent he’d come to love so much. The smell of grass mixed with burnt sugar, sunflowers, and a hint of dirt.

The smell that he had become accustomed to after having spent so much time with Gai over the years. A scent that he would happily surround himself with every day for the rest of his life if he could. 

“Thank you,” he whispered to a man who was most likely tucked away safely in his bed thousands of miles away from him. A man who would never hear his words, but who he hoped could somehow feel the overwhelming love that filled his heart as he pushed his nose deeper into the stuffy and surrounded himself in his lover’s scent. 

[neonscandal]

A Fever in Spring

Chapter 3: An Impossibly Warm Front

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing(s): Sasaki x Miyano, Kagiura x Hirano

Genre: Fluff

Chapter Word Count: 1.1K+

Status: Ongoing

Chapter Summary: Things unexpectedly begin to heat up as Sasaki leaves no room to question where he stands in his feelings for Miyano. Kagiura learns the only reward for good work... is more work.

EXCERPT

Hirano’s sharp blue eyes blinked open with a start, shocked to not only be face-to-face with his wide eyed kohai but also to be keenly aware of the heat emanating from his hand which hung right before him. A heat that must have been contagious from the way it burned across Hirano’s nose and cheeks.

A/N: I made an outline for this series before I started writing it but, when I got to this chapter, I couldn’t figure out where to nestle it in the cadence of the “Hirano to Kagiura” storyline since the winding path of their relationship progressed so differently from poor Sasaki and Miyano’s. Ultimately, their timelines sync up somewhere before episode 5 of "Sasaki and Miyano" and just after Chapter 18 of "Hirano to Kagiura" so I just had to wait for that chapter to drop! Patience is a virtue and allat.

You don't need to have read "Hirano to Kagiura" for this chapter to make sense as enough is explained satisfactorily... hopefully. But read it anyway because it's delightful.

TL;DNR: Sorry for the wait, I’m awkward and indecisive but you can pretend I had a much more interesting excuse for the delay if you want to.

The white noise of rain filled the space between Hirano and Kagiura who lay huddled closely around a laptop. The movie had long since ended and the soft glow of the monitor displayed a drifting DVD logo. Kagiura, in the hushed quiet, hoped the sound of the heart pounding in his chest wasn’t disturbing Hirano. Unlike his stern senpai, he found the proximal space they presently shared to be entirely too overwhelming to drift serenely to sleep.

Through the shaggy cut of his bangs, his reticent eyes washed over the glowing contour of Hirano’s face, transfixed by the way the flickering light bounced off the apple of his decidedly high cheekbone. Rebelliously blonde hair spilled across his forehead and pooled beneath a pierced ear.

While his face was long and narrow, his features were far from delicate. To Kagiura, Hirano’s face was more mature than his own which still had a boyish roundness despite his otherwise hulking frame.

In many ways, Kagiura admired Hirano. He was intelligent and disciplined with a surprisingly sharp tongue. His disposition seemed to rest upon a razor’s edge when outside of the dorm, at least when it came to his peers. But, to Kagiura, he was also incredibly kind and thoughtful. He put a lot of thought into his appearance, a clever guise for how studious and by the book he was. But, if you didn’t know him, it’d be hard to appreciate or even recognize this dissonance. So, Kagiura counted himself, thankfully, among those who knew Hirano well.

On a whim, he dragged an arm from beneath the blanket they shared, resting his hand beneath his chin. “Have we ever.. been this close?” he pondered. They’d spent months living together before Kagiura became aware of his feelings for his roommate. Back then, it was a lot more effortless, the casual way they spent time together, hung over one another. But now, everything felt like it held meaning, hope even. Moreso after Kagiura confessed.. once, then twice, then the tens of times after that…

But Hirano never staunchly rejected him. Rather, he met each confession rationally with an unbothered indifference. Initially, that dismissal was almost more crushing than an outright refusal, like Kagiura’s feelings weren’t even registering on his radar. Plus, without Hirano for guidance, Kagiura’s support system to deal with such a heartbreak was either the jocks on his basketball team (who were great when it came to refining his jump shot but not so much matters of the heart) or his classmate Niibashi who was thankfully extremely patient in his counseling and supportively nonjudgmental… mostly. If it hadn’t been for Niibashi’s investment in this budding... whatever it was, Kagiura doubted he’d have gotten this far. “Wait ‘til he hears about this…” he smiled to himself, a disbelieving huff of air pushed through his nose forcefully.

Together, the roommates navigated the awkwardness of Kagiura’s confession, finding some semblance of normalcy, Kagiura’s difficulty in properly explaining his thoughts to Hirano, and, most recently, took on the threat of being split up as roommates.

Lately, they’d put countless hours towards studying to make sure that Kagiura could make the leap from 171st in his class to, at least, the 50th to lock in their dorm arrangement for the next year. Elated that Hirano would still push for them to room together a second year in light of his romantic feelings, Kagiura pressed forward unrelentingly. In the back of his mind, on occasion, but only when he thought he was losing steam studying… he’d allow himself the luxury of questioning whether Hirano wasn’t secretly in love with him, too. Especially, as he became more susceptible to compromising with Kagiura.

Pushing the boundaries between being roommates and doing as lovers do… even if it was only a solitary touch for ten seconds a day. Ultimately, he knew Hirano was just giving into Kagiura’s neediness along with his own need to spoil and pamper but it still made him think he had a chance. Now they lay, squished into one bed for a movie night, a reprieve and reward for Kagiura’s unprecedented commitment to his studies.

Something in the bewitching twilight gave Kagiura the impression that this was what it could be all the time. The thought sent a fresh wave of blood on a victory lap around his cheeks. He withdrew his other hand from the warm comfort between them and scrunched the hem of Hirano’s blanket tightly to his face, as if it could provide adequate camouflage for the feelings that continued to well within him. He took in the light fragrance of detergent and the ever present scent of Hirano’s body wash, something he always marveled he hadn’t become insensitive to. It brought a sense of relaxation, one he found most readily within the privacy of their room and under Hirano’s care.

Perhaps that could be to blame for the long spindly fingers that suddenly found themselves lingering over Hirano’s sleeping face. Apprehensive but intentional in hovering mere millimeters away, an outstretched pointer finger tentatively answered the call of temptation. “What am I doing? That could ruin this…” Kagiura winced ruefully. He’d decided long ago not to break the covenant of their daily ten seconds. Hoping that Hirano would somehow begin to miss the absence of his skin upon him. As if depriving him of a ten second handhold would trick his body into craving Kagiura’s touch the same way he found himself craving Hirano’s. It was not a well thought out plan but… he was winging it, after all.

“Maybe… just this once.” Kagiura sighed through his nose, thoughts still waging war as to whether it was worth the first time he felt Hirano’s lips to be something obscenely stolen by his fingertips in the dead of night. But it wasn’t quite the dead of night anymore, a fact he realized all too late just as the first crescendo of Hirano’s alarm began to sound.

Hirano’s sharp blue eyes blinked open with a start, shocked to not only be face-to-face with his wide eyed kohai but also to be keenly aware of the heat emanating from his hand which hung right before him. A heat that must have been contagious from the way it burned across Hirano’s nose and cheeks.

--

Miyano rolled over in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. His sleep had been sparse and wracked with anxiety and a feverish post-nasal drip that felt like swallowing razors. Sasaki had done it, put his confession out into the open. There were no if’s, and’s or but’s about his feelings anymore and, while that gave Miyano’s imagination a rest, he now had an entirely new problem to solve. How exactly was he meant to respond?

“Ughh…” he croaked, wondering if his worries could have made himself sick. “If only I hadn’t run in the rain. Better yet, if I hadn’t stayed after school late at all. Maybe Sasaki-senpai wouldn’t have-” his thoughts began spiraling. “I guess I’m staying home today… crap.”

[shilladodo]

Omegaverse pt1

Karasuno

Daici is an alpha and nobody can deny it. The strong scent of oak, orange and Good coffee just out of the mocha is difficult to get rid of if a hug or being close enough to him happens.

For this reason in the first year, he had "the safety distance" that he put into practice when an omega approached.

Sugawara Koshi. He is the most beloved alpha of the school at home of his appearance. Several omegas try with him, who, not being interested, goes away calmly. He prefers Betas. Its smell is Linden, Passion fruit and coriander. During matches, his inner Alpha gets so excited that he sometimes has a hard time keeping it at bay.

Ennoshita is a quiet boy, many mistake him for a Beta. Instead he too is an Alpha. The smell of him is not very strong. Lemon tea with mango and cinnamon, it's a typical smell for an omega. All this is due to relatives. The grandmother is an Alpha (alpha women are rare) the parents beta. He likes omegas with short hair.

Tanaka. Even for him it doesn't have to be said. A strong Alpha who loves the beautiful manager Kiyoko. The strong personality greatly affects the smell of her. Spices, roasted meat and a light night of tiger lily, younger alphas fear it.

Hinata's entire family is made up of betas. but he is an Omega. Until his sister was born, his uncles thought he was adopted. Also Natsu Is AN omega. They also smell very similar. They both taste like clementines. For Hinata it is also calendula and honey.

Tobio is also an alpha. He doesn't really like the attention he gets from omegas. He is blatantly gay, he will never admit it though, due to a super straight blonde alpha who would make fun of him. (Cof, cof, tsukki, stop please...) It tastes like milk, salmon and parquet wax. When he gets pissed he only tastes like rotten milk.

Asahi Is a big alfa With BDE. Unfortunately this causes many to see him as a nasty alpha, territorial and very aggressive if he touches his partner. It's nothing true. He's so sweet of a man, his alpha sends angst filled vibes whenever someone doesn't understand his good intentions. Vanilla, cherry tree and earth are its smell. Most of the time it just feels earthy. When she walks into the gym, she can smell her full scent.

Tsukishima kei. This guy is an Alpha. He doesn't know that his best friend loves him. He just can't see it damn, he needs more glasses ... Deep down he likes the company of Bokuto and Kuroo (He won't even admit it under torture though). And yes. He would make fun of Tobio if he found out that he is gay. If Yamaguchi confesses, he'll turn so red that he'll risk exploding. Its smell is of spicy udon, mint and spray paint. When Yamaguchi argued at the retreat, he was so frustrated that the smell As a chemist he did not take off his clothes.

Nishinoya, This little sliver of pure energy is a beta. His Kohai are terrified of him, again for the same reason. He hangs around like a sentinel alongside Kiyoko and Yachi. This ball of energy, it's so fast, third years don't know how to handle it. except Sugawara. the small and overly energetic beta calms down when he senses that i The alpha of the captain and the number 2 make them nervous. Although it happens that Yuu doesn't give a damn, so he ends up running away from his senpai. . It tastes like star anise, chilli pepper and green tea.

Kiyoko: Obviously it's an Omega. It's not true, she's an Alfa ass kicker too. She knows how to defend herself well from the alphas in heat who hit on her. And she hurts him, all right if she hurts him. Since alpha females are rare, they are also the most respected. So she could conveniently tell Tanaka and Nishinoya to stop "protecting" her. But he likes their liveliness. Its smell is of roses, whiskey and tobacco, inherited from his grandfather.

Yachi is considered the cutest female omega of the first year. She doesn't know, otherwise she would have passed out from embarrassment. When she met the team she was so nervous that her smell was undefined. He loves and admires Kiyoko, his omega would start crying like a baby if he ever made such a big mistake in front of his senpai. She and Asahi get along well, as they are both insecure. Its smell is composed of wildflowers, blueberry mochi and sea breeze.

[noroi1000]

Can I request for Nanami x reader x Gojo. It starts back in high school, Gojo was a 3rd year, Nanami 2nd year and the reader would be 1st year. The reader is shy and also has a bit of social anxiety btw and they were the first people to not make her anxious and feel comfortable around. They were all good friends until they realized they both liked her, by the time they realized they were an adult and the reader is in 3rd year, and would try to win her heart and they were rivals. You can decided how she ends up with both them. And In the end, In the the future it shows that they live together, I don’t know if the reader also works or she works at home since they’re both rich, you decided.

They don't change

Gojo x reader x Nanami

Summary: They've always competed for your attention. Until you were finally together.

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You walked over to the man standing with his back to you.

As your legs felt the light coolness of the floor, you focused more on the warm morning you got.

Your hands went up to hug him as he stood in front of the table, looking at the new newspaper along with a mug of bitter coffee in your hand.

"Good morning." he said. And you heard him set the cup down with a faint sound.

And then he lifted his hands up to look at your face that was on his side as you lunged at him.

"Good morning." You replied, letting go of him so he could turn to face you.

He reached for your face, moving a strand of hair to tuck it behind your ear. You smiled with slightly red cheeks.

These gestures, although so small, can very well make it speak to you.

You've always been shy. And silent. You don't spend much time with people and you're really not very extroverted. But that doesn't mean you act the same around them.

You're cuter with them than you think.

You are sweet and innocent.

They may think so because, for your safety, they have suggested that you not go on missions.

You're innocent, and you work from home.

You agreed to help them with non-blood related matters. Besides, you don't need three high-income people.

What you have is enough for you and still remains.

You haven't changed since you were in school.

Nanami hasn't changed either.

His behavior is the same. Always nice to you and caring.

"I will feel jealous..."

You turned your head to see a very tall figure standing two meters behind you.

You smiled slightly and let go of the blonde's body to catch the body of the white haired who entered the kitchen.

His long arms wrapped around you as he hugged you tightly.

Your fingers in his shirt as he lifted you up to hold you longer and tighter.

You felt Kento's eyes behind you. But you gave them time for hugs equal to each of them.

You always treated them equally.

Gojo didn't change either.

You've never seen him change once.

One thing also does not change.

That they don't stop competing for your attention.

For over 10 years, nothing has changed. They're constantly competing for your attention, even if you're both their girlfriend.

Even if they agreed to it, they continued to compete over who would be closer to you.

But you didn't mind.

Because as they competed, they showed you that they want to love.

It was the same then and it is the same now.

And it started innocently when you discovered that your two senpai are people who gave you peace and are your comfort.

For the quiet kohai who obeyed the elders when they knew what was better because they could teach you.

When you were in the first year, Nanami was in the second and Gojo in the third.

Which made you not see your white-haired senpai that often. However, you started seeing him more and more often when Yaga couldn't come and asked him to explain something to you.

You were a novice sorcerer, and he was already a full-fledged sorcerer.

He could teach you something if he was asked to.

Therefore, later you also went with him on missions where he promised to teach you something, because you can be an observer in his work.

And all he wanted was to spend time with you while he was at school.

You were so sweet and adorable.

You couldn't say Gojo hadn't noticed.

Because you were so cute and soft. His heart was melting.

And he got to know you more and more, giving him that weird feeling he got when you smiled sweetly at him.

A feeling that didn't change until later years.

You went on missions with Nanami. As his partner, because it was safer for you that way - with someone older and more knowledgeable than going alone and fighting. You were supposed to support him and learn something too.

But he mostly protected you and told you not to do anything you didn't want to do.

He protected you and he said he would protect you. And as you hugged him, he smiled and blushed slightly.

That's why you continued to go on missions with him, learning what was required of you. Learning to fight the curses that come your way. Along with your senpai, in the form of an observer or helper.

You were protected by them. And they also took you to interesting places, or gave you something.

Gojo-senpai often gave you gifts while Nanami was often at your disposal.

But already at that time they started to compete.

You didn't notice it right away, but it was.

And nothing has changed.

You noticed that they started to compete with each other the moment they both brought you presents.

Gojo who kept your favorite things for you when he was on a mission in another city, and Nanami who kept a bouquet of flowers for you.

The next day it was the other way around.

Nanami came to you first, giving you nice little things.

Later, Gojo came to you, giving you a bouquet of flowers.

When you walked the halls with it, they saw it. And their rivalry increased.

And so it went on and on. They invited you out, they brought you presents. They did everything for you.

You fell in love with both of them for how they care for you and give you what you can dream of.

You were in your third year when it was supposed to end.

They were both old enough to stop this childish game of competing for you. Gojo was 20 and Nanami was 19.

It was enough to stop playing like children.

Stop playing like children and start living normally. With the person they love.

Because when they both confessed their feelings to you, you had to calm them down when they started arguing.

And when they finally asked which one you choose, you said you couldn't choose between them because you love them both.

Then came the most wild and unbridled idea.

You will live together.

You will love them and they will love you.

Everything was fine.

There were some arguments because you lived with two men who were your romantic partners. And they had completely different personalities...

But they agreed on one thing.

They won't sleep in the same bed unless you're between them.

They won't take baths together unless you separate them.

And they also competed for your attention.

For your touch and for your love.

You always gave them the same.

But you know something for sure.

That they will never change. They will compete for your love and you will give it all to them.

[sydtaxerror]

Holoctober Day 5: Seiso

Sora faces the fallout from the so-called "Ina'nis incident" that has turned the world against Hololive. Can she pick up the pieces and unravel who was really behind it? Or will those same forces strike at her first?

Day 5: Seiso

In a New York City hospital, on a chilly autumn morning, Sora stood at the foot of Ina’s hospital bed, a strange metallic briefcase in her hand and concern etched into her face. Not far away, A-chan searched for a spot to place the flowers they had brought. The room was filled with the quiet, repetitive beeps of medical equipment. On the other side of the bed was equipment much less standard, a series of runes and arcane enchantments scanning her for increases in extra-planar influence. Sora only knew the basics of either, but collectively they seemed to indicate her heart-rate and physical health had stabilized, and that there was no chance of the Ancient One seizing control of her again any time soon. If anything their health, at least on this plane, was far more precarious than Ina’s own. “It feels wrong to leave her alone. Where is the rest of Myth?” Sora asked. 

“From what EN staff say they’ve hardly slept, between taking shifts guarding Ina and trying to hunt down the ones who did this, they’re running themselves ragged. I imagine its also hard to face you, considering you’ve essentially been sent to clean up their mess. Even if we don’t see it that way.”

“I certainly don’t. This wasn’t their fault. We never would have let her be around civilians if we thought this could happen. It should have been impossible, Ina was vetted when she joined and staff were assigned to monitor the Ancient One’s influence. If anything, we failed them.”

“No.” A small voice rang out from the bed, Sora ran over and grasped it. “Ina you should be resting.”

 Ina shook her head. “I know it sounds crazy, but me and AO-chan have an…I guess you’d say an understanding. We struggle but there’s rules. Its hard to explain but they wouldn’t do this, not this way. It would be…rude.” She broke into a coughing fit and Sora poured her a glass of water. As Ina drank it Sora tried to understand what she was saying.

“Rude? The creature trying to steal your body and conquer the world wants to be polite about it? 

Ina nodded. “They steal worlds like Lupin steals gems. If they were ready, there would be omens, warnings, we’d all be having dreams about the sun being blotted out by darkness. And there definitely would have been casualties.” She shivered, and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

“So what was it?”

“Someone made this happen, planned it. Made sure there would be cameras and civilians caught in the blast radius. I heard a song before everything went black. Not something you’d hear at a convention. It was slow, operatic, beautiful but…wrong. As soon as we heard it the balance between me and AO was shattered, they became furious and I couldn’t push them down, it was like I gave up trying to, without even thinking about it.” 

Her story told, Ina’s eyes started to grow heavy. Sora smiled gently. “I understand, we’ll do everything we can to make this right, and protect the others. Get some rest for now, we’ll need everyone at their best soon.” Ina drifted into sleep almost immediately. 

After making sure Ina was comfortable, Sora checked in with the nurses and the guards. A-chan drew her attention and tapped her watch, Sora nodded. They were running low on time for the other reason they were in New York.

Though far less important to Sora than her kohai’s health, the company’s reputation was in an even more critical condition. Two weeks earlier, Ina had been at a convention in New York City, everyone in the world had seen her lose control, seemingly unprovoked. Tentacles the size of redwood trees had brought down entire buildings. It was a miracle no one had died. No, not a miracle, she corrected herself. You could tell from the footage, even possessed and trapped in her own body Ina made sure no one died. 

That wasn’t what had dominated conversation since the footage released however. When supernaturally powerful teenage girls from other planets, dimensions, and even the underworld had started showing up it had been treated as a cute novelty at first. Suddenly humanity felt threatened. Sora had been asked to speak in front of the Council of Nations to represent Hololive. It fell on her shoulders to justify the continued freedom of dozens of idols. 

As they walked to the car, Sora noticed, as she had many times lately, a growing wariness in the people on the street. There was an anxiousness in the world, a wariness of soul. Even before the now so-called “Ina’nis Incident” people were more guarded and quick to temper. Hopefully this speech could be the first step to putting a stop to all of this. The first step to bringing back everyone’s smiles.

High above, two cloaked figures watched her enter the car, waiting for a signal. The shorter of them, Salamander, sat on the ledge, swinging her bare feet, which were covered in bright crimson scales and terminated in black talons.  She grinned as Sora entered the car. “Redwood, they have Aliens, demons and literal gods, and you’re telling me that schoolgirl is priority S1? The one we’re blowing our one and only debut suckerpunch on?” Woodcutter, a towering woman with a set of wolfish ears and ashen antlers peeking through her crimson cloak, only shrugged. “Unlike you I don’t call people weird nicknames or ignore the boss’ orders. Weaver says this speech of hers could unravel Siren’s emotional destabilization…thing. The boss isn’t willing to take that chance. Also, they’re specifically not literal gods.” 

“Yeah, just de facto ones. Boss really thinks they’ll just stay out of it huh? Seems crazy.”

“There’s a chance, Siren’s calling it her magnum opus.” 

“Well, I’ll believe it when it doesn’t freeze time and stab me three hundred and fourteen times before I can blink.” She rose to her feet and stretched. “But I’m more than happy to get off the bench early. Come on, lets stop waiting for Fur Farm to get the balls to signal us and just jump em”  Woodcutter held her back. “Just wait until they’re clear of the hospital. No sense in a bunch of sick and injured humans getting caught up in our fight.” Salamander cackled, “Oh my god, is Longlegs’ bullshit contagious? I don’t need her magic story powers to know that by the end of this one, everyone in that hospital will be long dead. And you shouldn’t either. Who cares if it's today or a few months from now? At least most of them got to live for decades, we’ll be lucky if we turn two by the time the world ends. And I won’t waste any more of that time waiting” Salamander leapt from the ledge and Woodcutter pursued her.

[averagelonelypotato]

senpai of shoka sonjuku oboro is the most quietest kid you’ll ever meet tbh, he’s still a little shit just like his kohai’s but he’s very quiet and shy that he stresses Shouyou out more tbh

[hujanditapaktangan]

Journey To The East

The time has come. Reached in Semarang Tawang Station around 18.04 pm and faster come in to the train—which departed in 18.15. Fyuh!!

Not too much to do in the train, just hot chocolate, overpriced nasi rendang and Do I wanna Know that I -oddly- played for this past few weeks, I don't know.

Sampai Sidoarjo sekitar pukul 23.00, ngeroko sebatang dan lanjut ke kos E. Di perjalanan bapak grab ngajak ngobrol asyik, mampir sebentar ke alfamart buat tarik uang. Waktu nungguin bapaknya, di depan ada mall Lippo Plaza dan aku berkata dalam hati "anjeeeenngggg w ngapain malem2 di temapt antahberantah ini" (dengan intonasi positif). Lanjut perjalanan, bobok di kos E.

Jun 20,

starting the day around 5 in the morning, grab-ing (i like the slang. Grab-ing means nge-grab) ke Stasiun Sidoarjo, mampir beli nasi kuning 10rb/ea untuk sarapan. Roti O tidak lupa, and here we are, di kereta Probowangi dengan sandaran kursi tegak. Masuk Probolinggo, keluar ngerokok dan sarapan. Aku ngide beli minuman dingin dan HAMPIR aja kami ketinggalan kereta (sorry my friend). Masuk Jember dan we decided to eat at gerbang restorasi. Ciomy and drinks, dan pemandangan indah yang menakjubkan yang sudah kurekam di kepalaku. I couldnt even describe how beautiful it was. I talked to E "rasanya aku kaya pengen terbang" for many times saking bahagia dan berasa bukan hal yang nyata. Bukit dan jurang, rumah2 di hutan serta kali kecil, aku akan mengingatnya. Sampai Stasiun Banyuwangi kota yang relatif kecil, kami langsung bertemu ibu rental motor (yang pembayarannya udah dilunaskan E waktu di kereta). Tentu karena lapar (dan sesuai itinerary) kami ke Warung Sego Tempong Mbok Nah. Seporsi Rp 22.000 dengan dua macem sayur rebus, gabus asin, tiga chunk ayam tepung, serta sambel yang jadi andalan, sambel tempong. Verdict 3/5 karena nothing special. Even sambel tempongnya cuma sekadar sambel mentah yang rasanya pedes banget. Yaudah~.

Pukul 14.00 isi bensin, muter2 di jalanan desa yang kecil sampe ketemu jalan besar, ada mobil polisi melintang. We thought the mobil kurang kerjaan so we just rode our motorcycle happily sambil ngetawain how silly they were but the actual silly one was us! Ternyata jalan ditutup karena ada demo di depan polres dan kami agak (sedikit) nyasar di komplek perumahan. Dengan sedikit puter balik we back to our sense LOL and found the pom bensin. The weather was nice atm, we found it quiet cool so we kinda comfort with it. Pulau merah, our today's highlight would take around 2 hrs to reach, and we are ready about it. Perjalanan momotoran kami cukup ok, jalan provinsi/lintas timur idk, cukup ok, gaada hambatan dan macet. We just found out KoHay! Coffee ternyata searah (dan ganyangka di pinggir jalan) so we stopped there and grab a coffee. E melanjutkan pekerjaannya dan aku merokok (sudah tentu!). Lanjut jalan sekitar pukul 16.00, melewati De Djawatan yang ada di pinggir jalan raya, jalan2 desa yang kecil, lalu berhenti sebentar karena di sisi kiri kanan tumbuh bunga bugenvil yang sangat banyak, persis di mimpiku beberapa waktu lalu—sedikit cengoh hehe. We took some pictures at the best time, sunset. Perpaduan indah.

Jalanan desa sedikit koyak dan kami sampai di homestay dengan kangut yang sudah menggelap. Sedikit berbasa-basi dengan mas penjaga, we took a shower and resting. Keluar untuk makan malam (yang kemahalan) dan ke pantai sebentar (dan tentu saja gelap). Kembali ke homestay, the owner asked us to join the gossiping time. Some locals and a white guy, few minutes talkin and we back to our room. —faast forward— and the day came. The beach is calling, we went there. Overnight cakes I bought from KoHay and we recorded memlries there—with the popular stone island as background, I swear this is the best and memorable birthday and our first and memorable trip ever! (Meskipun sayang ngga bisa take picture waktu sunset).

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