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[isaegi]

KISS AND CRÊPE UP

feat. gojo satoru x gn! reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, gojo being annoying but the ultimate pooks, got a bit suggestive at the end lol sawry..

A/N: had to repost because i needed to re-edit it; n e way enjoy( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫

Gojo leans to take a bite of your food after you offer him some and he just winds up taking the biggest, most disrespectful bite known to man.

So much so that his lips brush up against the tips of your fingers, which hold the crêpe you originally bore out for him— with the intention that he'd take a normal bite. You're left there to watch him chew in silence, his cheeks puffed out as he swallows your meal with a satisfied hum.

It's comical, really. You've only had about 3, maybe 4, bites of food before the pressure of your boyfriend's heated glare stare on your plate willed you into sharing a taste with him. 

A. Taste.

Now all you have is a few crumbs and a streak of vanilla ice cream dripping down your fingers left to your name.

"Man, I should've gone with what you've got," Gojo says, smoothing the creases on his white button-up shirt. "Next time, though."

There's a heavy silence that hangs between the two of you. Either A) it's one that he blatantly chooses to ignore, or B) he's oblivious to the turmoil you seem to be experiencing in that pretty little head of yours.

Gojo's arm rests along your neck, warm and affectionate, as he sinks into the seat of your booth's table. With his free hand, from your perspective, you can see that he's playing with his food and making an absolute mess of the once neatly plated dish into a pile of God-knows-what.

"Satoru."

"Hm?"

Warm pools of blue peeked right back at you from beneath his shades. And if you didn't know any better, you'd assume that a playful glint lingered in his eyes as he gave you his wholehearted attention, as if he was toying with you on purpose.

But you know Gojo Satoru, and well at that.

"Go and order another crêpe, please."

"Wha—" His brows furrow and his lips twist into a tight pout as if you had spoonfed him something sour. "Is it because of the bite I took?" Gojo brushes aside your squawk of that wasn't a bite and you know it to focus his sights on you and how you’re frowning at the feigned expression of innocence on his face.

Cute, you thought, but you immediately shake this revelation up and out of your head. You wouldn’t even be in this current predicament if it not been for his insatiable nature!

Gojo digs his fork into his bowl and shovels some of his fries to prod them at your mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine!” You keep your lips tightly sealed and try to ignore the many intrigued gazes from onlookers tables away from you two. “Here, have some of mine. You won’t even notice the difference.”

Between his incessant whines for you to open your mouth and his hand squishing your cheeks so that he could slip some more food into your mouth, you eventually relent to his antics and try out one of the fries.

You can now understand why he barely made a dent in his plate since you arrived.

“Yummy, right?” Gojo inquires, an easy smile resting on his lips. His nimble fingers graze your lips, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your mouth for extra effect.

You push his hand away from you, shrinking away in disgust from his fork and drag your eyes away from it toward his eyes. You can only roll your eyes in response to the cheeky expression he wears on his face. “These are stale, Satoru…”

“Right?”

You shake your head in disbelief and shrug his arm off of you, “Let’s go,” you push your plate away from you, making a big show of how you were ready to leave, “I’m sure there’s food at home for me in the fridge, anyway.”

You manage to sway him easily, hook, line, and sinker, because Gojo tugs at your hand to pull you closer to him and deter you from leaving. “Fine, fine! I’ll buy you another, okay?” 

Sticking to his word, Gojo does exactly that, even going out of his way to buy two so that you could enjoy your own. But, of course, not all good things can last forever. His trait of having a knack for sweet things rears its head, and he wolfs down his serving within minutes. 

How wonderful.

With nothing else left to do, Gojo watches you eat silently. Happy that you’re happy with how things turned out. But his shades do nothing to mask the almost carnal want that swam in his eyes every time his head would not-so-conspicuously tilt down to look at how much there was left of your crêpe.

From the corner of your perspective, you spot Gojo’s hand sneaking its way off from your knee, up toward the table and slowly inching closer and closer to your plate. 

That’s it.

You inhale a sharp breath, picking up the last remnants of your desert, and shove it all into your mouth in one go, leaving him none whatsoever. 

When you turn your head to throw Gojo a triumphant glare, one that screams I win, you’re met with an expression that stops you dead in your tracks.  

Gojo’s face is unreadable as he stares at you behind his sunglasses. Even though you can’t directly see into his eyes, you can still feel the intense weight of his gaze on you, his eyes slowly trail along your face. Suddenly you feel very conscious of the ice cream that clung to your bottom lip.

You run your tongue against your bottom lip, bringing your wrist up to your face to dab away any sticky residue it may leave behind.

He stays silent for a beat before he puffs out a breath of laughter. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth once he tips his head back against the padded header of his seat.

“Now that’s just obscene.”

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[isaegi]

WHAT LOVE CAN DO

feat. isagi yoichi and itoshi sae (seperate). gn! reader

includes: states how isagi wants you carnally, what’s new. sae being a megacunt (complimentary). both are very much in love. pining pining pining, established relationship! college au; characters are 20+

how i think they would look at you because who doesn’t love knowing what it feels like being wanted, desired, and then some. all inspired by this line from the literary genius that is nizar qabbani ♡

ISAGI YOICHI

Isagi can’t fight the wicked smirk that tugs on his lips whenever his eyes flit over to where you are seated on a bench at one of his football matches.

It’s simply a habit of his that he can’t break.

To you, the way Isagi looks at you like he’s ready to do your bidding at any given moment is all you’ve ever known.

However, to everyone else? 

People can immediately pick up on how the atmosphere around him gets a little warmer, a little more… unrestrained.

As if they’ve walked into something they shouldn’t have, and they’re subjected to sitting through it anyway because he can’t and won’t fucking stop (can you tell he wants you carnally...).

His focused, intense gaze always manages to easily find yours whenever you’re seated on the sidelines of his training scrimmages. And there’s something about the way he looks at you like he wants to be seen. Pools of blue silently plead for you and your attention, and when you finally give it to him, your heart pathetically flutters at the sight. 

From where you’re seated, you can see how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, giving you an upward nod once he notices your eyes on him. He’s a little flushed from all the running he’s been doing, but that only adds more emphasis to the heated non-verbal communication between you two.

And because Isagi is so focused on you, you, and you, he doesn’t think twice when a tall, lean figure effectively obstructs his view. 

“You’re actually disgusting,” Rin mutters under his breath, shoving his way past his senior to kick at the soccer ball that was once underneath his foot. “Get a grip,” he tacks on for good measure before he dribbles away with Isagi’s ball.

“Wh—!? Hey!”

ITOSHI SAE

Your boyfriend, Sae, does not stop staring at you whenever you’re speaking. Especially when you two are in a setting where perhaps there’s a third party you’re conversating with is involved.

It’s a basic courtesy to look at a person when they’re talking, right? But with Sae, it’s different.

So, so different.

The way Sae watches you whenever you speak is unsettling. But not in the sense that it was creepy, far from it, actually. Rather, you find yourself being smothered with an emotion that can only be described as yearning for the unreadable expression that lingers on his face when he looks at you. 

Every so often, his eyes would slide down to trail the outline of your nose before his sights rested on your lips, staying there for a moment, he settled his focus back on your eyes again.  

Pressing your hand against his cheek to turn his face away from you, “Enough!” 

“What.”

Whenever interviewers manage to catch you before Sae can swiftly usher you out of the stadium or move you behind him like he’s going to block you, and then maybe they’ll magically forget that you’re there, they manage to squeeze a few answers out of you.

And they absolutely have a field day with it because not only is it one of the few instances where they hear Sae become a bit more talkative (albeit definitely not to/with them), but they capture him wearing an expression that isn’t his usual flat and apathetic resting face. 

The host for a local sports station shoves her microphone in your face, a crazed smile etched into her expression as she practically shouts your name. “What did you think of Itoshi’s gameplay on the field today!?”

“I think Sae, uh, played really good!” You’d say, nodding vigorously at the camera, not really familiar with the whole post-match interviews spiel.

Because why would you be?! You’re not even a player.

“That’s all?” He’d ask, inadvertently pressing you for more details, teasing you to say more about him.

“I— You—” You look to Sae for help, but he’s absolutely fucking useless because he makes no signs of helping you whatsoever with your scramble to find the words you were looking for. Dick.

“He— well, you know…” You shrink under the intensity of his stupid, stupid, yet charming gaze that was only reserved for you. “He’s a good player…”

You hear him exhale a breathless chuckle at how squirmish you were being, it was so unlike you.

And you can tell he’s having fun with this, which is why you abruptly cut it short by stating your departure with a curt, “I’m leaving!” before you swiftly turn on your heel. Slinking away from them with your heart hammering boisterously in your chest.

There’s a beat of silence before both the interviewer and camera turn their sights on your boyfriend next…

“So, Ito—”

Only to find out he had already left with you.

[isaegi]

CRAVINGS

feat. gojo satoru x reader (gn)

includes: canon divergence (au), pining gojo teehee, fluff, strangers (gojo is a persistent customer at your workplace, absolutely does NOT let up) to hinted luvers mwahaha, JUST SO FLUFFY GOJOS SO DNJAUDSHUFAEK :((

A/N: absolutely have to share this drabble/headcanon idea that has been plaguing my thoughts for the past few weeks with you guys. definitely have thoughts of turning this into a proper fic

MEET CUTE (but it turns ???) with Gojo Satoru who slowly becomes your diner’s most regular customer— and it all whittles down because of you.

It all starts when Gojo bursts in through the diner's entrance during your closing shift while his best buddy, Geto, is waiting for him in his old man's car. The engine runs loud and persistent, and you can practically feel the base of music from his car thumping from where you stood behind the counter.

Despite there being literally no one else in the restaurant save for a couple of employees cleaning down tables for the night, Gojo still has the audacity to open his mouth and ask, "You guys still open?"

"Gojo, there's 5 minutes until closing." You hear your supervisor, Utahime, grit from behind clenched teeth. Her face most likely contorted into a forced smile, you're sure. "You can come back tomorrow at a more appropriate hour."

"Come on, Utahimeee~" you hear the white-haired male groan, ignoring her quick remark for him not to call her by her first name so casually. "Throw me a bone here; it'll be quick I promise."

"The chefs are already packed up and heading out for the night," she throws over her shoulder, "and I suggest that you and geto go do the same." With that, Utahime's already swiftly turning on her heel to make a sharp beeline toward her office stationed beside the kitchen.

Honestly, you feel kind of bad for the guy. But it seems like this isn't his first incident of walking into the Iori's family business just minutes before closing.

Now it’s just you, that tall— stupidly attractive— stranger and the sound of the door creaking shut behind Utahime that accompanies the silence that hangs in the room that you both share. Despite being turned away, Gojo had yet to turn and head back out into the vacant parking lot— save for his car and Geto who is still waiting for him in it.

Blue eyes soft with confusion paired with pink, pouty glossed lips graced his face. If Utahime wasn't gonna throw him a bone, you might as well. Besides, the sooner you send him on his way with whatever he came here for, the better. You wouldn't wanna have to stick around for when Utahime comes back into the dining area to chew him out.

"What were you looking for, specifically?" you pipe up from the counter. "If it's anything from the display I'm sure I can just throw it in a to-go container for you."

Gojo flicks his attention away from Utahime's office door to you. You can't quite place your finger on the emotions he's wearing, but the face of pure disbelief is one that automatically strikes you.

"You serious?"

You nod, already shifting your attention away from his starstruck gaze to head toward the dessert display. It's only a small gesture of kindness that you'll be contributing, nothing too grand. So, it's no biggie. "As long as word doesn't get back to her, it should be fine."

Just hand him whatever and send him on his way. It'll be a one-time thing.

"Tell on you to her?" Gojo joins you on the other side of the display case, eyeing you through the glass when you bend down to unlock the sliding door. "I could never."

You drag your eyes away from the display up to his face, only to find that he's already staring at you. Okay, cool! You bite down a yelp and suppress the strangled noise with a cough. "So, which one would you like?"

Again, Gojo's face is unreadable, but you watch how his eyes trail along your face, drinking you in. Almost as if he were to blink, you'd disappear right before his very eyes. And with how close he is you can really see it. Really take in how pretty this man is.

After what feels like forever in a matter of mere seconds, Gojo's gaze finally flits down to your hand awkwardly hovering over a sad-looking piece of purin. "I'll take that one," he says, nodding his head toward the custard.

You blink. "Oh—" You clear your throat. Out of all the different pastries on the shelves, he chooses that one? "Okay..."

You reach for one of the plastic containers stationed under the display counter and peel the packaging open. Grabbing one of the tongs, you reach for the purin and slowly yet surely make your way to plop its contents into the container for this man.

Everything was going peachy until the moment a part of the custard grazed the thumb of where you were holding the container— effectively ruining a bit of its circular shape.

"Shit." You curse, immediately flicking away the caramel that grazed your finger. You pray and hope and pray to whatever higher power that he wasn't watching this whole ordeal go down. You shoot him a quick glance to confirm your suspicions.

He's still watching you.

You ignore his breathless chuckle at you, and in turn you choose to watch as he reaches for his back pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it. It would've been tossed anyway," you assure, waving your hands to further drive home the point to him that there was no need to pay. You loved Utahime, but you absolutely did not want her grilling you tomorrow as to why your till was off, despite you dropping the entirety of your money the night prior.

"How about I—"

"By the time I step out here Gojo you better be gone! We're! Closed!" You hear your supervisor shout from the back.

The sigh Gojo heaves is one riddled with exhaustion and disappointment. Yet, he doesn't let the easy smile resting on his lips slip for a second.

"Thank you," he breathes, he lifts his hand— the one holding his dessert— and shakes it for emphasis as to what he was thanking you for. Still facing you Gojo takes a step back, "See you again, yeah?"

And he stands there. Waiting with his head tilted to the side, hand still pressed against the entrance door's handle.

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights. He's fucking waiting for you to respond. "Oh, uhm," you feel your face warm under the intensity of his gaze. "I guess?" What are the chances that you do see him again though?

Satisfied with your answer, Gojo nods. He backs out of the restaurant, humming an incessant tune under his breath as he trots back to his car.

Ever since that day— much to Utahime's utter confusion and exasperation— Gojo has been making more frequent visits to the diner. And with his visits came questions of where you were, if you still worked there, how you've been. So on and so forth.

Despite you telling him numerous times, that there's no need for him to pay back the favour, gojo still swings by. He still drops in and sits right in your section. Still acts like he doesn't no what's "good" from the menu and what's not. And still asks you for your recommendations whenever you do wind up having to take his order.

Coworkers of yours giggle, blush and squeal over to you whenever they are also encountered with the remarkable beauty and divinity that is Gojo Satoru. Their hushed whispers whenever they see him walk past the diner's doors. Their dejected whines when they realize he's walking out of their sections and slipping into the booth toward the back. Slipping his lanky, lean body into your section's booth.

It's like he can't let you out of his sight for long, because he craves the occurrence of running into you too much. He keeps coming back in hopes to be more familiar with you, and you with him.

HOPING THIS HEADCANON GOT YALL CRAZY LIKE I... HE'S SOFKJSDSRFKL :')) he deserves anything and everything. so this will most certainly be expanded on in a fuller fic with much more depth and nuance &lt;333

just had to get this word vomit out! i hope u enjoyed :))) please let me know ur thoughts!

[isaegi]

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

feat. itoshi rin and isagi yoichi (separate); (gn)

content: fluff, characters are 20+, established relationships

always a little glutton for those fever episodes in anime. so, of course, i had to write something w/ how rin & isagi would be in this situation. enjoy!

RIN ITOSHI

Rin has come to learn that you become very emotional when you’re sick. 

Very.

Across the room from where you lay on your bed, Rin watches you warble about the little things you once took for granted— breathing out both nostrils, swallowing your food, and having a restless sleep, to name a few.

“And the doctor said I shouldn’t ingest anything cold or it’ll ‘irritate the throat further,’” you croak from underneath the comforters and pillows encasing you on your bed. Your head pokes out from the pile, and you watch Rin place some of your probiotics and books on your bedside table.  “How am I supposed to drink water if it’s not cold?”

“Then drink it at room temp—”

Rin can only blink in response to your incoherent sobs and whines about how that’s disgusting or how could you even suggest that.

Excuse him for finding a sound solution to your problem.

Nonetheless, since Rin isn’t scheduled for any matches or practice games on the day he chooses to visit you, you can bet he’ll spend most of his day with and looking after you. “Looking after” quickly transforms into him becoming a walking WebMD page, nagging and prodding at your every move.

Despite him being on your premises, he’s still policing you and ensuring that he adds his two cents on what he believes are the best steps to take toward your road to recovery.  

“Cover your mouth when you cough, or you’ll wind up spreading your germs everywhere.”

“I know, Rin, I did that.”

Rin absolutely doesn’t want to catch whatever it is that you’ve got going on. Case in point!

At some points throughout the day, Rin would often inadvertently surprise you with his tending. Like, it would legit startle you.

For instance, one moment you’re laying in bed ready to doze off to sleep, and the next, you feel the cold press of an infrared thermometer onto your forehead.

And he’s just… staring at you??

Rin’s watching you watch him through your bleary eyes with nothing but the quiet ticking of your bedroom clock to fill the silence between you both as he waits for the machine to tell him your temperature.

Beeeep! A faint orange glow from the thermometer’s screen illuminates his face in the darkness of your room. “37° Celsius,” he announces, more to himself than to you, considering that you’re already closing your eyes so that you may knock out. “I’ll open the window.”

“...M’kay.”

It’s actually really cute what he’s doing.

And can’t help but stifle a smile or comment about how the impartial facial expression he wears as he tends to your well-being absolutely does not match up with his actions whatsoever. 

Rin prods the tip of your spoon to your lips, which holds the nastiest, most foul dosage of liquid cough syrup. He’s being gentle, careful not to push too much, knowing that you’d squirm away from the medication when given the chance so it wouldn’t spill. 

“Swallow and be done with it,” he says.

You pause in your struggle and give yourself a second, then two before you open your mouth and stomach down the bitter taste of the syrup. ‘Syrup’ your ass, that tasted anything but syrupy or sweet!

Immediately, your hand flies up to grip your boyfriend’s shoulder shaking his shoulder and pointing a hasty finger over to something on your bedside table with the other, trying your damn best not to spit out the remedy.

Rin’s eyes follow your line of sight, and he tuts quietly once his gaze falls onto exactly what you were so desperately beckoning him to bring over to you to chase away the taste of the cough medicine.

Oh, so now you want room-temperature water…

ISAGI YOICHI

When Isagi catches wind that you’ve come down with the common flu, he’s already in your apartment complex’s lobby with bags upon bags from the convenience store.

It’s canon that he is super reliable, so one can only imagine his reliability once you catch any kind of illness, consider him already making his rounds with what type of medicine you need, proper food, and books.

He packs for you like you’re going off to war.

You watch Isagi wring out one of your facecloths over your kitchen sink before he ambles to where you lay on your pull-out couch. “You know,” he says, slapping a soggy, cold towel onto your forehead, “maybe if you hadn’t eaten from my plate last week when you came over, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

You sink deeper into the couch cushions trying to flee the press of Isagi’s hand onto your forehead but to no avail. “I didn’t think you were severely contagious!” And it’s true! When you visited him last week, he seemed in good health… kinda. 

Well, save for his obnoxiously runny nose and raspy voice.

“And you’re making it seem like I licked your plate clean— which I did not!” Your sudden burst of excitement to defend your side of things immediately has you raising a hand to your head to soothe the throbbing pain of an upcoming headache. “Ugh…”

“Don’t raise your voice,” Isagi murmurs, furrowing his eyebrows as he presses his fingertips against your temple. You were scorching hot to the touch. “You’ll only add more stress to your head, making you feel much worse.” 

Within the next few hours that Isagi spends at your place before he has to leave, he by you ready for your call whenever and wherever you may need him.

You urge him to keep his distance, though. You’d find him drawing closer to you whenever he hands you your food or lingering a bit too close whenever he leans in to prop/fix the positioning of your pillows.

“Better?” He’d ask, his eyebrows shooting up just a bit as his eyes search yours, looking for any signs of discomfort so he may squash it right away.

From this proximity, you’re pretty sure you can smell the light scent of the essential oils you gifted him for his birthday last month.

Maybe… You’re not entirely positive. Your sense of smell has been fucked since you caught Isagi’s flu.

You nod and turn your face to the side, not wanting to possibly infect him any further. “Yes! Thank you, Yoichi.” And you wait. 

Waiting for that pressure, the heat of his body to draw away from you. But alarm bells only sound in your ears (or maybe it's your lingering migraine) when you feel him shift closer to your cheek, ready to press one on you without much thought.

“Oi!” You duck out of the way in the nick of time as much as it pains you. Isagi wears a troubled expression on his face and backs off a bit.“You can do that when I’m not sick.”

“But I’m immune, no? I’m the one who this,” he gestures at you, “ to you, so we’ll be okay.”

AND UGH, well, when he puts it like that, it’s hard not to throw common sense out the window right then and there.

[isaegi]

isagi loves you and your kisses. so, so much.

— isagi yoichi x reader

wc: 707.

content: kissing your boyfriend isagi and he is absolutely whipped. fluff, characters are 20+, established relationships. university au

You loved Wednesdays.

There was no specific reason other than the fact that you got to commute home from university with your boyfriend, Isagi.

Wednesdays were the only day of the week when your and Isagi’s lectures generally ended around the same time. His sports media course ends an hour earlier before your own lecture, but he insists on waiting so that you both can leave together.

Right now, you both are seated on the train to his place. You’re lucky because despite the rush hour when everyone is rushing to get home after their shifts at work and day at school, you find that the cart of the train you two are seated in is generally empty. 

You two rarely get such privacy, especially without wandering eyes watching your every move.

Which is why you break the serene silence to ask,

“Yoichi, can I kiss you?”

Isagi turns his gaze away from his window, where the scenic view of the sun dips below the vast expanse of many green hills is. A few of its rays hit the side of his face, painting his features with warm gold. From this angle, you’re able to catch how his eyes widen a smidgen at the question— which makes the corners of your lips twitch upward.

“H-Huh?!” 

You grin again at the octave change in his voice, and everything inside him moves. Love. Oh, how you make him feel love so quickly. 

“I said,” You scootch a bit closer now, knocking your knee against his, “can I kiss you?”

You two kiss all the time, so it was no biggie. But, Isagi can’t help how his heart practically lurches outside the confines of its cage whenever you ask to initiate stuff with him. Especially this.

Perhaps it's because he knows what’s to come and can’t help but to feel eager—anticipating how your lips would press against his, feeling your warmth, being in such proximity that he could smell the lotion you put on throughout your day.

He swallows, nodding multiple times before he answers with a meek, “Yeah...” And he’s shocked by how his reply almost comes out as a compliant whimper. Isagi thanks whatever higher power is up there that there was no one in your cart to hear. 

You reach your hand out and rest it on the nape of his neck. “Yeah?” You tease, mimicking the docile tone he harboured a few seconds ago. But even you can’t front for much longer. Your abundant love for him butts its head once you feel the layering heat that settles at the bottom of your belly when Isagi leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yeah,” he states one last time before he kisses you.

Eyes falling closed, Isagi feels the slow spread of your smile on his lips, which in turn encourages one of his own. The heat of the late afternoon sun only adds more emphasis to the tender yet searing scene of kisses.

The sensations of it left your knees weak, like how the softness of his breath fanned out against your lips. Or the faint vocal sighs he exhaled whenever you two pulled away, only for him to dive back in to press several smaller kisses on your lips and face.

“Love you…” he mumbles against your mouth before he pulls away from you. From this distance, he can observe the punch-drunk glaze that lingers in your eye when you drop your hand away from his neck to place it in the seat of your lap.

“Me too,” you say softly, promptly turning your view away from him, unable to handle the heat of his stare any longer. And its sudden shy nature only makes Isagi want to crowd your space once more. So, he does.

He playfully bites your cheek (something he’s been doing quite a lot lately…) and rests half of his body weight onto your side once his arm drapes itself across your shoulder.

Despite your lame attempts to push him off, Isagi remains tethered to you for the next two stops until you both arrive at the station near his complex. “You’re heavy. You know that?” You grunt in the midst of his laughter.

You loved Wednesdays, especially when they were with Isagi.

[isaegi]

training with isagi yoichi! (drabble)

— isagi yoichi x reader cw: none! first post for the blog wooooo~

i don’t know, but something hits about imagining isagi yoichi being the type of boyfriend you find yourself going with him to the gym here and there.

he spots for you when you’re on the bench press. SPEAKING OF!!! you’ll never get over the time where you were laying a bit too low on the seat of the bench.

“hold on,” he mumbles before you’re even able to grab the bar. and in an instant, you feel his hands scoop you up from your underarms and gently pulls you up higher on the bench.

and you’re just laying there all slack and swooning at such the minuscule, yet attractive act he just did.

because?!?

affectionately pinches your cheek to snap you out of your daze. and with his tone honied with humour and affection he says, “this is where you start lifting.”

cheeky bastard.

also, isagi finds the weights you choose for your sets/reps cute. like not in a condescending manner, he GENUINELY thinks it’s adorable.

so when you propose trying to lift his weights when he’s done with them, he can’t help but to form into a puddle when he sees that it’s the machine lifting YOU rather than the other way around.

“what’s got you so smiley, huh?” you’d ask, once you spot how stars practically swim in his eyes.

as your boyfriend he thrives in being able to touch and hold you. and that doesn’t lessen when he’s training you. and he’s sooooo handsy.

i’m talking: fingertips resting on your waist when you’re doing pull-ups so he can “assist” you (there’s a kneepad resting thing so his help isn’t really necessary eee). the palm of his hand pressing into the small of your back when you’re doing lat pull downs.

when you’re slumped over the water fountain taking large sips, isagi likes to rest his hand on your nape. and his thumb would often times rub smooth, comforting circles onto the space of skin behind your ear.

attached to you by the HIP.

isagi is just so dreamy honestly.

[isaegi]

TO LOVE LOVE

feat. gojo satoru x reader (gn)

content: sfw, established relationship, fluff, alternate universe (canon divergence), literally a whole tangent about being in love, idiot (gojo) in love.

a/n: guess who was watching slam poetry videos and reading women's writinggg ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ME, please take this

Why is it that the most unoriginal thing you can say to each other is what he longs to hear the most? Okay, perhaps that was a bit of a stretch. The words “I love you” are not unoriginal, far from it. But people tend to throw it around, diluting its significance depending on the situation.

Love demands expression; it can’t remain still nor silent. When that happens, it’s easy to engage with the type of love that’s meant to be a distraction. The diluted version with inconsequential gestures and half-hearted words.

But Gojo is confident that it’s different with you. You say it carefully, tell him in the serene silence of his kitchen and demonstrate it during late afternoons when the sun begins to creep low on the horizon, kissing him in front of the whole world.

Gojo likes being reminded of your love for him. The whole concept of love can be overbearing for some. But from you? He thinks it’s never enough.

There’s a lot of weight behind those three simple words. A weight that Gojo yearns to be smothered by from your hand if it meant he got to hear you tell him how much you love him with every passing second of the day. 

And that’s where you find your face pressed between the palms of Gojo’s hands. In the heat of his hands, you’re privy to how his eyes burn warm and bright behind the sunglasses he wears. 

“Satoru…?” The sound of his name falls from your puckered lips due to how he was squeezing your cheeks.

“Say it one more time.” 

You furrow your brows, stumped on what he could be referring to. You said many things as you were getting ready to leave his place to catch the train. All before he abruptly tugged your arm back to face him. If you stay here any longer, you’ll have to wait another 45 minutes for the next one to arrive.

But as you watch the slow spread of a pout forming on his delicate lips, you feel more inclined to stay. 

You retrace your steps, recounting every minute detail that leads you to this moment. You remember telling him to say ‘hello’ to Shoko and Geto on your behalf since he’ll see them tomorrow, reminding him of a few errands he has left to do— and that he’ll most likely forget— and… Oh. You get it now.

Gojo’s still staring at you, pinching your cheeks and silently willing you to say the words he’s been waiting for you to repeat again for the past few minutes.

“You’re so—” You bite down the laugh that threatens to spill past your lips, the laughter that would make itself known in the face of Gojo’s behaviour. Raising your hands, you grip his own and lessen his grip on your cheeks so that your words may be said clearly. “I love you, Satoru,” you say, pressing your lips to his palm that you held in your hand.

His fingers reflexively curl a bit at the sensation but soon relaxes. There’s a small smile that twitches into place on Gojo’s face, it’s radiant and exudes warmth.

“You do, don’t you?” He says, his arm makes way to slither around your neck. From this proximity, you can pick up on the light scent of fabric softener tinged with the soothing scent of sandalwood. Habitually, find yourself slowly leaning in toward his chest, ready to press your face into the fabric of his black tee and be embraced by the familiarity that is Gojo Satoru.

But, all too soon, you’re reminded of the time. You’d better get going and fast.

“Okay, I really need to go,” you murmur, pushing yourself away from Gojo, toward his doorway, and away from the rest of his apartment. “Utahime will have my head on a stick if I come home late again.” And if she finds out why. You think to yourself. Well, what she doesn’t know can’t kill her.

Gojo half-heartedly rolls his eyes at the mention of your roommate's name. “You’ll make it to the station in time, don’t stress.”

“You said that last time!” You whine, trying to dislodge the incessant arm that keeps finding refuge draped across your shoulders. “And I wound up missing the last train home.”

“Well, then just stay another night with me!” A beat of silence lingers in the air before it’s followed by an incoherent: “...Again.” 

“Satoru!”

He can’t help it if watching you go leaves him all mopey. Is he dramatic at times with it? Absolutely. But among the few years that you two have been together, Gojo is quick to learn that what kills love is absence. He dreads the days when he would go without seeing or hearing from you with how busy your schedules have become.

So, when he gets to see you, he feels inclined to want to hoard all your attention on him, to keep you by his side for however long. And it scares him at times how quick and strongly his emotions come to the forefront of his mind whenever you are near. Perhaps it’s acknowledging that he’s vulnerable, that you make him vulnerable because of how he has become a hopeless fool.

But he thinks he’s starting to become accustomed to it.

Love nags at him for eating off their plate when he has one (untouched) of his own. Love sometimes laughs at his jokes, even when they aren’t that funny. Love thanks him for sticking around time and time again, even for the smallest of things, making him feel seen. Appreciated. Loved.

Gojo Satoru loves love, and for that, he loves you.

[isaegi]

PRETTIEST FLOWER

feat. isagi yoichi x reader (gn) drabble

tags: established relationship, fluffff, characters are 20+ wrote this on a whim! date idea with isagiii <333 and it involves him taking you two to a tulip farm.🌷 once again i am writing a drabble where isagi dotes on you and loves on you and dotes on you some more

the grass bends easily beneath you two when isagi finally finds a spot to sit amongst the rows of tulips before you both.

nowadays, it has become hard for isagi to find days when you're both free since his demanding schedule with training and upcoming soccer matches often collide with your lectures.

however, today?

you carelessly sprinkle soft blades of grass onto isagi's lap as you watch the sun begin to set behind the many rows of tulips before you.

"i can't believe you drove us 1.5 hours away from tokyo to get us here, yoichi."

"why wouldn't i? i wanted to see you." isagi swipes away your growing pile of grass off from his thigh and grins when you exclaim i worked hard on that... "plus, you've been wanting to come here since december."

you nod vigorously at his comment, beaming at his courtesy. "i'm glad you decided to take us in may, because that's when everything starts to bloom!"

isagi can only nod in agreement, not trusting himself to stammer over his answer. so, you continue.

"with that said, among all these flowers..." the corners of isagi's lips wobble upward when you flop down and rest your head on his lap.

"aren't i the prettiest one?" you ask, blinking once. then twice, trying your best not to recoil and scrunch your face at your coquettish-like question.

it's a joke, you both know that you're obviously joking. especially when you raise the palms of your hands to meet your chin, framing your face in a manner that makes your face the centre of isagi's attention.

but isagi is looking at you with stars practically dancing in his eyes, while he's positive you can see how his heart is threatening to beat outside of his chest.

isagi tips his head and leans down so he may press his forehead against your own.

"without a doubt."

[isaegi]

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prettiest flower

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in sickness and in health

what love can do

guess who’s a couple

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what love can do

guess who’s a couple

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