#jjkfluff

[nanaslutt]

“i’m sleeping at my place tonight”

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[kamiversee]

Definitely feel like Ino’s the kinda boyfriend you’ll text once in the morning with “hey” & he’ll respond instantly with like twenty texts of excitement, explaining how he’s been awake for the past 30 minutes waiting for you to wake up.

You’d reply casually to his every message and yet he’s just there clearly jumping for joy at the very prospect of you finally being awake. Ino’s definitely just a ball of sunshine in the morning after a few texts from you and he quickly makes your day before it even starts.

Usually the first thing he’s texting you is an exited, “Hey Beautiful” Except, probably in all caps & with a million and one emojis… and likely misspelling beautiful in every way imaginable so most of his texts following that are his attempt at correcting himself..!

Visual example of him on the other side of the screen as soon as the chime for your text goes off btw:

[ponderingmoonlight]

And yet, you're here

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Years after Suguru left, you're still not able to get him off your mind. When he reappears years after his betrayal, the past collides with the present. Unexpected, in a way you didn't even dare to dream about.

Warnings: this isn't proofread 100%, the emotional rollercoaster you deserve, hurt to comfort big time, this is for all my geto girlies who deserve their happy ending

please please please make this go viral thank you

„He’s a threat for the whole population!”

“We need to kill that brat before he kills all non-sorcerers.”

“I can’t believe someone like him was able to do something like…that.”

“So much wasted potential. Why does a special grade sorcerer act this way?”

“I thought he’s a nice boy.”

“So, you’re not one of those nice guys I guess.”

The sun already hung so low in the sky that you were barely able to see his soft features, let alone the surprised look that crept over his face while hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“Are you talking about me or Satoru?”

You let out one of those cute chuckles he adored so much, the kind he heard in his head on repeat even when you were long gone. Gosh, he couldn’t get enough of this. Those lonely nights with only you and a cigarette by his side, the countless hours he spent trying to understand you while it was his mind that slowly but surely fell apart.

“Nope, I’m always talking about you, Suguru.”

“What am I if not a nice guy, then?”

Sure, Satoru Gojo was his one and only best friend, but you were something else entirely: An unspoken bond that lived in the spaces between words, in glances that lingered just a moment too long. You weren’t a lover, not in the conventional sense, but you weren’t just a friend either. You were a mirror to his soul, the keeper of truths he couldn't bear to speak aloud, and the only person who could hold the weight of his silence without it breaking you both.

“You’re... complicated,” you finally replied, the word laced with warmth rather than judgment.

“You’re the kind of person who feels too much but hides it too well. The kind who would burn the world down if it meant saving the people you love. Not everyone understands that, but I do. Or at least I’m convinced I do.”

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, more melancholic than amused.

“Complicated, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“And dangerous,” you added lightly, the hint of a smile in your voice.

“But not in the way they think. Not to me.”

His expression softened, the darkness in his eyes easing for just a moment as he stared at you.

“Not to you,” he echoed, as though testing the words on his tongue, letting them sink into the cracks of his fraying soul.

Till this day, that one last conversation both of you had on that lonely bench still haunts him. The way you looked at him back then, as if you’d already knew that you might never see him again, as if you just counted the hours until he goes berserk.

What are you thinking about him now?

Is he still on your mind?

Are you hating him the way Satoru does?

“You’re thinking about her again, don’t you?”

Fuck. He thought about you.

Again.

Suguru lets out a sharp exhale, the sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, bitter enough to sting his own ears. How pathetic he has to look to the people surrounding him. When he walked down this path, he knew that he’ll have to do it without you, that he won’t be able to see you again. And yet…

Losing you seems to hurt more than anything else.

 “Of course I am,” he admits to his assistant, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot.

“Not like I can help it. She’s everywhere, even when she’s not. It’s ridiculous.”

There it is again, your face ghosting through his mind. Other than Satoru and Shoko, you never really tried to find him. If you wanted to, you would, right? Maybe you’re too mad at him for all the things he’s done. Or maybe you already forgot about him.

 “But it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s gone. Just like everything else.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the memories, the sound of your laugh, the way your voice softened when you said his name, the weight of your eyes on him as if you could see through all the lies he told himself. He’d burn every memory if he could, let them smolder in the same fire that consumed the rest of his life.

“Besides. She’d hate me now, just like everyone else. Maybe she was just waiting for me to turn into the monster she saw coming.”

“Stop stewing in these thoughts, that doesn’t matter anymore. We’re expecting another bunch of monkeys in half an hour.”

But even as she said it, the words tasted wrong. It shouldn’t matter that he can still feel the warmth of your gaze, your unwavering belief in him, and yet it cuts deeper than any accusation ever could. Suguru shakes his head while straightening his shoulders, eyes locked onto Manami in front of him in order to force you off his mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as though trying to convince himself.

“It’s too late for that now. So, where’s the monkeys?”

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

His voice startles you, making you jump slightly. You turn to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing there, hands in his pockets, his white hair catching the fading sunlight. The sunglasses perched on his nose don’t quite hide the sharp edge in his expression he usually wears around you.

“Because I’m always here, I guess,” you reply softly, your tone as tired as the circles under your eyes appear.

“And I told you to stop a long time ago,” Satoru bites back, his voice bitter, cutting.

“The Suguru you knew… he’s gone.”

The weight of his words lands hard, though they’re not new. He’s said them before, with the same venom in his voice, every time you bring up Suguru or the past.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

“Then why do you keep punishing yourself? Dropping out of Jujutsu High when everyone needed you didn’t bring him back. Hiding out here doesn’t change anything, y’know?”

“It wasn’t about bringing him back, Satoru,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intend.

“It was about… letting him go. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenges, stepping closer.

“I’ve spent years watching people destroy themselves over things they can’t fix. I know the look in your eyes - you miss him. You always have. But you didn’t even try to stop him when he turned his back on us.”

You flinch, his words hitting a nerve.

“Because it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t like you, Gojo. I wasn’t his best friend. I wasn’t strong enough to drag him back kicking and screaming or to stand in his way. All I could do was… let him live the way he decided to. I thought… maybe if I stayed behind, if I didn’t follow him, he’d understand that I believed in him, that I trust him and his actions, the path he chooses. That I’d be here if he ever wanted to come back.”

Satoru’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. He never understood. Until this day, he never wrapped his head around the fact that you didn’t try to stop his best friend back then. You, who had more power over Suguru than himself.

God, how much he hates that disgusting truth until now.

“And look where that got you,” he mutters.

You look away, your hands gripping the edge of the bench for support.

“I never expected to see him again, Satoru. I didn’t think I’d matter enough to him for that.”

The silence between you stretches thin, brittle as glass.

“Do you think he hates me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“For staying behind? For not going after him?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. You know he blames you, at least a little, for what happened. For not doing more. For leaving everything to him. For allowing Suguru to turn his back on Jujutsu High.

“Suguru hating you? Never. I bet he still thinks about you every damn day”, Satoru mutters under his breath before turning on his heels and leaving you standing in the rain.

Suguru, still thinking about you? You shake your head vehemently, not allowing that absurd thought into your brain. If he would miss you, he’d visit you, right? In all those years, he never lifted a finger in order to find you.

You were right there. In your small apartment, at jujutsu high.

Maybe he forgot about you after all.

“Me? Forgetting you? I’d never be able to do that, (y/n).”

Maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

-a few evenings later-

You’ve drank too much.

You always do when Shoko isn’t with you, when no one’s around to watch you. But even though you emptied a whole bottle of liqueur on your own, you still aren’t able to forget him. Fuck, his face is glued onto your mind like a second skin, never leaves you even though you drink enough to forget your own name.

Will it always feel like this? Will that ache ever go away?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

“Something I’ve lost some while ago”, you mumble, absently swirling your glittery cocktail around.

“That’s a bummer.”

You don’t even gift the random stranger next to you a look, the guy who smells like cheap cigarettes so vehemently that you feel like throwing up.

Maybe it’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You spring back onto your feet, the alcohol vibrating through your veins. You were never much of a drinker back then, only shared a cigarette with Suguru from time to time. But this became your only way to numb the pain. At least for a few hours, at least for some time.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall. Even though it’s far past midnight, the city buzzes in street light, laughter and cries. And yet, all you’re able to think about is him again. His laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when he thought no one else was watching. Is it wrong to long for him? Is it disgusting that you couldn’t care less about the things he’s done those past years, about what he’d become?

You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to you, stubborn and relentless. Why can’t you just stop? Stop longing for something that will never happen, stop running after a person who is long gone? Suguru won’t come back, you won’t just meet him on a random street-

The click of footsteps catches your attention. Heavy, yet elegant footsteps across the still busy street.

At first, you think it’s just another stranger wandering through the city’s darkened streets. But something about the rhythm - steady, purposeful - sets your nerves on edge. Something about this feels familiar.

You glance up, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.

Suguru Geto.

The world around you blurs, the sounds of the city fading into silence. It’s him, unmistakably him. His hair is longer than you remember, strands sticking to his face from what looks like rain, or maybe it’s sweat. Blood splatters ruin his clothes and the sharp line of his jaw, painting a stark, gruesome picture paired with those cold orbs. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes… they’re searching, watching your every move.

You should run, or scream, or yell at him – at least something that shows him what he put you through.

Anything.

He’s the same man who left you, who walked away from everything, from you. He, who didn’t even tell you about his true feelings, who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, who didn’t even ask you to join. All those miserable nights you imagined him sitting next to you on that bench, the bottles of alcohol you’ve drank just to forget his name. He needs to pay for it, needs to know what he did to you by leaving you behind.

But instead, your feet move of their own accord, closing the distance between you in an instant.

Before he can react, you throw your arms around him so, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Suguru freezes, his body stiff against yours. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if the sheer force of your presence has left him powerless. You bury your face against his chest, not caring about the blood, the grime, or the hurricane of questions swirling in your mind. All you care about is the fact that he’s here, alive, and solid beneath your touch. You can feel him – not only in your dreams, but for real.

Suguru is here.

He’s alive.

He’s right between your arms.

The scent of him - familiar, though tinged with something darker - fills your senses, dragging you back into a world you thought you’d never touch again. Tears sting your eyes, but you bite them back, unwilling to let them fall.

“Suguru,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Finally, he moves. His arms lift hesitantly, then wrap around you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear any given minute, his grip firm and desperate. His head dips slightly, and for a moment, you think you feel him trembling too.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is rough, low, almost broken.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I just… I missed you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of regret and warning.

“Neither should you,” you counter, your gaze unwavering.

Suguru’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as though testing if you’re real.

“You should hate me.”

“Maybe I should,” you reply, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

God, you’re so furious at him. Mad because he ran away, mad because he left you standing in the rain.

Mad because this is actually the first time Suguru Geto hugged you.

“But I don’t. I guess I could never hate you.”

His expression falters, the mask he’s worn for so long cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. The one you knew, the one you loved in a way you never fully understood. And for the first time since leaving everything behind, he feels that small ray of sunshine taking in his heart again.

“You don’t know what I’ve done, what I’ve become. I was so sure you’ll hate me like everyone else.”

“I know enough. And I don’t care. You’re still Suguru Geto, aren’t you?”

He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. You, not caring about the fact that he ended countless lives out of his own fulfilment? You, a jujutsu sorcerer who always protected those monkeys?

“You’re too good for this,” he bites back, shaking his head.

“Too good for me.”

“Don’t decide that for me,” you snap, surprising even yourself with your suddenly so sharp tone.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You already did when you left without saying goodbye”

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You’re right and he knows it. But… Was it really a possibility to take you with him back then? Was there a tiny chance that you…would have joined him?

Slowly, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as though seeking comfort in your presence. No, he doesn’t want to think this through. Not right now. Not when he feels your heart pound against his body, not when you’re this close to him for the very first time.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

“I told myself it was better that way.”

“And yet you’re here,” you point out softly.

“And yet I’m here,” he echoes, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. No blood, no curses, no jujutsu, no past or future. Just the weight of the present, fragile and fleeting. And for now, that’s enough.

For now, simply holding the man you thought you’ve lost forever on a random street is more than enough to make you feel whole again.

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[chaotickach]

Your puppy & your puppy

~~Where Gojo finally meets your puppy that you've been gushing over, you both use the little guy as an excuse to flirt~~

"HA! I'm in awe! He's obsessed with you!” Satoru shouted, laughing at how excited and happy your puppy was to see you. Jumping, pleading for you to pick him up and cover him with kisses and hugs. You decide to sit down in an effort to placate the little guy.

Satoru kneeled down to be next to both of you, petting your puppy&: stomach furiously to the little guy’s delight.

“At least we have that in common, don’t we little guy?” he said to your puppy in a babied voice. Satoru gave you a light satisfied smirk after doing so, knowing the effect his words had on you.

“he seems to really like you too!” You said as he jumped all over him now, desperate to climb onto his lap. Once he did, your puppy stood up, clinging to Satoru's chest as he looked up lovingly, licking his chin. “Im jealous”

“of him or me?” He smirked. You gave him an annoyed look and you both laughed. “I guess dogs really are like their owners then, huh?”

You lightly smacked his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a scoff before leaning back. “Yeah yeah whatever.”

Awwww” he leaned in, still petting your puppy in his lap. As your dog looked up to try and lick Satoru once again in gratitude, he found himself being ignored as Satoru leaned in to talk to you.

He whispered against your ear, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. “You liiiiiiike me”. He leaned closer to put his arm around you when suddenly now your dog was trying to cut between you two, using his paws to try and draw your attention away from each other. Complete with grunts and even a bark, it was comical how desperately your dog was trying to make Satoru stop embracing you, earning a loud laugh from both of you.

“Awwwww, are you jealous little guy? You’re scared I’m going to take your mommy away?”

You pick him up your dog and put him on top of your lap, scratching his head and making baby noises towards him, healing a bit of his wounded ego as he snuggled closer. Satoru reached out to pet him but you backed away.

“This is a mother child moment, excuse you. You already upset him.” You joked.

“Ehhh he needs to get used to it. He’s not the only one who loves you!” He says scratching your dogs neck, saying it to him. “Don’t be greedy.”

[solyern]

Patched (fluff)

Summary: Megumi comes back from a mission with a terrible wound, limping towards you. You treat his wound.

Paired with: Megumi x Reader

Word count: 419

second ever fic!!

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Megumi winced as you gently applied ointment to the deep slash. Every flinch only fills your heart with more and more dread as you bit your lip.

"I'm sorry, Megumi, but it has to be done.." You said soothingly as he gave a brief nod—him sat up on a firm mattress, the two of you alone. If only you were there for him during the battle perhaps you could have prevented this. Silence except for the pitter-patter of the rain on the rooftop filled the room dimly lit by nothing but a window revealing the gloomy skies as you tended to his wounds. Focusing on the gash you knelt In front of him, carefully wrapping a bandage around his arm. "I heard what happened." You focused on his arm while speaking. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse.." He bit his inner cheek.

"A scratch doesn't bleed like that" You tightened the bandage, earning a grimace from Megumi. Your mind wandered back to the horrifying sight of him limping towards you, blood gushing out of his right arm after an intense battle with a curse alone. You scowled at the thought. "Stop being so stubborn!" For once, he didn't argue back. His eyes kept flickering down to your concern filled expression where your hands brushed his occasionally. Each caress made his chest tighten, and for a moment, he let himself relax under your touch that he wasn't so used to. You sighed. "You don't have to take on everything by yourself, Megumi. You've got people who care about you—you're allowed to let us help." Raising your hand, you placed it over his cheek. Megumi stiffens for a moment but he doesn't pull away. Your words hit harder than he expected, his breath hitching.

"..I'm not used to that.."

That broke you.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder, a simple touch that carried a brief moment of understanding. The rain filled in the silence, and you remained quieter than before.

"..Thanks" He muttered, barely audible. "For everything."

Look up to his face, you met one filled with adoration as a slight smile crept up on him. "I'll..I'll take your words into account." You stood there, slightly stunned for a moment before coming in to a gentle embrace, wrapping your arms around him as he returned the favor. The silence settled between the two of you, but instead of feeling strained you both felt a sense of understanding. Maybe, just maybe he wasn't so alone just as he thought.

[niiconoriez]

It was going by so fast. What? didn’t you know? time of course my dear. Where it does, well nobody knows. It’s a transfixion of what we call our life. What do you use it for?

Cramming your brain for your next exam that you’ll probably do mediocre on. Or how about finding that dress for the perfect night out? We all know you’ll come stumbling through the door. When have you not? you’ve got some random boys number in your phone. My my, threads of conversation you scroll through. When did you even have the time for all that? Don’t be embarrassed, luckily for you he isn’t there for nudes. Not yet that is. No one use the kissy face emoji that much.

Don’t forget to set your alarm, remember? Bright and early 8am you should be sat inside your lecture hall. Just be happy it’s not math. We all know how you do. You didn’t even take your makeup off? Don’t just sit there, your makeup remover is only on your dresser.

Oh my god. Get up now, come on take my hand.

How many nails did you lose? I’ll have her schedule an appointment for you when exam week is all done. Pajamas? Just remove your makeup, I’ll get you the silk ones you always wear when you’re hung over. Such a klutz, aren’t you? You have… an eyelash still stuck to your, well, eye. What? I know not to look when someone’s changing. I’m not a creep dear.

Gosh those clothes stink of hard liquor. How much did you drink? Four? Five? Seven?! Oh my my… no wonder you’re bumbling around everywhere. Your phones ringing. Your phone is ringing. My god are you deaf? Oh it’s the boy? Well you don’t say. Go answer it. Promise I won’t eavesdrop. Shoo shoo.

I made you your lunch. Yes yes, save the thank you’s for later. Already changed too? I’m sure you’ll knock that exam out of the park. You never told me what happened on that phone call… fine. Mhm, I’ll be here when you’re back. Don’t worry yeah?

Hey, I promise that you’re gonna great okay?

You are absolutely capable of handling what’s ahead and everything will end up being okay.

“I love you”

…

I love you too

© NIICONORIEZ 2025, DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[niiconoriez]

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[y3ager]

[12:20] “will there ever be a time you let me be there for you?”

“i’m not sure what you’re trying to insinuate.”

“you can’t play stupid with me, kento.” you gently dab at your split brow with the gauze provided to you by shoko, who just walked out to retrieve more supplies. you wince and pull the tissue away, watching as blood quickly seeps through it. holding it back up to the wound, you look over at nanami. he wasn’t necessarily beat within an inch of his life, but it’s obvious he took on more of the damage from the curse. there’s a tear in the shoulder of his suit, and a few cuts running angrily across his exposed legs. his normally perfectly coiffed golden hair is disheveled, strands going this way and that. a bruise is beginning to form on his cheek, ugly and yellow-ish green against his pale skin. “i could’ve handled that curse just fine, i could’ve helped you.”

“as your superior-” here comes this speech.

“whoa, by three months,” you interject bitterly. “i was in your class.” the gauze has stemmed the bleeding for now. you toss the soiled material into a metal wastebasket with a loud thunk that cuts through the sterility of the room.

“i still have an obligation to protect you,” nanami insists firmly. he shifts a little on the table to properly look at you, and you notice the wince that runs through his body. the hiss that slides through his teeth. he hurts. “it’s not a matter of your ability or your strength, but it’s something i must do as a man. i won’t lose anyone else. i-” there’s a clenched fist, a tight inhale. “i can’t.”

a heavy silence falls over the sterile room, somehow making it even colder. the same thought, the same face runs through your minds.

“i don’t want to lose you either.”

there’s no official label as to what you two are. it’s something deeper than colleagues, friends, former classmates. that’s made obvious by the longing glances, the hours spent together that feel like mere minutes. unspoken acts of devotion, love, because him calling you his and you calling him your own would seal a fate you two can’t bear to suffer, as is the trend in jujutsu society.

“so,” you continue, your eyes fixing onto his. “next time, i will step in. i’m not letting you shoulder another burden yourself again.”

a small smile tugs at nanami’s lips, and his brown eyes soften. it looks years of tenseness, stress slowly, gently, just barely attempt to melt away from his features. “it’s funny, when you try to look serious.”

“i mean it!” you cry. “i’m being so serious, kento, really. come on. if you have no one, you have me.” suddenly you grasp his hand, the one not marred by scratches and nicks. “i promise.”

he looks down at your hands, how his envelopes yours, how your skin looks against his. his eyes stare into yours.

“thank you.”

*smth cute n quick 4 da girlz gn 😴

[jujurot]

Summary: Yuji and you have been friends forever when someone blindly matches the two of you as dates to the Inaugural Jujutsu Sorcerer fundraising event.

Word Count: ~12.3K 

Content/Warnings: MDNI, 18+ NSFW, Rules. fem!Reader with she/her pronouns, sickly sweet fluff, friends to lovers, oral (m&f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight bossing around, very light intoxication, hickeys, nipple play, aftercare. 

Author Note: This is my first fic!!! wooohooo, of course its like a small novella at 21 pages single spaced. I really had a thanos moment and decided to write this on a whim. I hope you enjoy it and who knows, maybe a part two if enough people enjoy it. 

Note: Reader has been given the initial N as typing y/n is weird style wise for me. Yuji is 22 at the time of this piece.

You sit at the table in the middle of the kitchen while the sun peaks through the window, aimlessly dipping your tea bag into the cup of hot water as if it hasn’t already become bitter. You didn’t mean for the tea to steep too long, but it was easy to become lost in thought about the announcement coming this afternoon.  

“N, are you good?” asks a voice behind you, startling you and resulting in you almost tipping over your hot teacup of dark brown tea. As you turn around you see your best friend staring at you with a grin on his face, pink hair sticking up in various directions indicating he just finished taking a mid-day nap.

Quickly, you realize Yuji is still staring at you because you have yet to answer him. Letting out a tense laugh you respond, “yeah I’m alright, just thinking about later” and avert your eyes back to your tea.

Yuji’s eyebrows raise slightly as he senses the slight tension in your voice that he is so familiar with. You and Yuji are like sides of the same coin, having been friends since kids when you were both taken in by your mentor and teacher, Gojo Satoru. You grew up training aside one another and learning about the various cursed techniques that you would encounter someday. Yuji walks quietly but quickly to your side to take a seat at the dark mahogany wood table that has probably been in this house for years judging by the deep scratches in the floor where chairs have been pushed in and out by various sorcerers. Looking intensely at you, he opens his mouth

“I know that tone, you can’t fool me. Clearly, there is something wrong and you aren’t usually the type to talk about it, but I am the type to ask regardless” he says.

You sigh knowing that he is right, and it was stupid of you to think that you could trick him into leaving you alone to your thoughts and burnt tea leaves. Finally, you meet his gaze “what if they match me with someone that I hate?”.

At this confession, Yuji laughs out loud and grabs your hand. His hands are soft but strong and you can feel the muscles in his forearm flex as he rubs his thumb across the top of your hand. The insides of his palms are smooth and uncalloused, the hands of someone who fights with their knuckles but doesn’t wield a weapon.

Having been friends for so long, this kind of platonic touch doesn’t surprise you. For a long time, you teased Yuji about having a strong physical touch love language that clashed with your own quality time preference, but now you have come to accept it as a part of him and usual behavior. You would probably be more surprised if he didn’t try to comfort you when he can clearly sense something is wrong.

“N, come on! First off, anyone would be lucky to be your date tonight. Plus, it’s not even a real date, you know that the elders just want it to seem as though we aren’t cliquey so donors will see jujutsu sorcerers as one family and donate more money” he says to you in a calm and level voice.

You know that is true, but can’t help to worry that you might get matched with someone from the Kyoto school, like Todo, who will talk your ear off all night about how much he loves Takada and ask you questions about how he should try to get her attention.

You smile at Yuji and whisper, “I won’t be able to handle someone like Todo talking to me about an unrealistic famous person falling in love with him at her next event he paid to get into”, you laugh.

Yuji’s brown eyes crinkle as he lets out a huge chuckle and releases your hand. Your hand hits the table, and you take it back into your other hand to cradle it as if it’s lost all its warmth since he stopped holding it. Yuji always knows what to say to make you feel better and less alone in your head. Deep down you know that you struggle with sharing the vulnerable and emotional thoughts in your head, which you can thank your emotionally non-existent family for. That has never been the case with Yuji though. A few months into meeting him he learned that you tend to go quiet and burrow into your own internal monologue, sometimes positive and mostly negative. In that moment, Yuji snapped you out of it saying “oi N, who’s talking to you up there? Let me have a word with them.” which made you burst into laughter, and since then Yuji has always had creative ways of getting you to talk to him. You are thankful for your friendship while reminiscing and almost miss him talking to you.

“N? Snap out of it. Go get ready, we have to be downstairs for the announcement in 10 minutes.” Yuji says as he’s walking out of the room. You raise from the table, carrying your glass of tea to the sink to dump out, rinse the glass and leave it on the drying rack next to the sink. You head back to your room to get changed and try to keep yourself from breaking into nervous sweats.

***

In your room, you take off your shirt and glance at yourself in the mirror. Wearing a dark ivy- colored lace bra and a pair of blue jeans makes you feel as though you are just a cool and casual girl who isn’t about to get blindly matched like a piece of cattle to a butcher. You sigh loudly into your reflection and give yourself a pep talk.

“It’s going to be fine! Surely you can make it through one night with a sorcerer who you probably at least know. You have made it through a ton of terrible dates and an awful ex-boyfriend. The worst thing that happens is they bore you to death and you look distracted talking to donors all night about the way that jujutsu mentorship has changed your life and taken you from a path of violence and destruction”. This sentence sounds crazy coming out of your mouth and makes you laugh. You notice that when you laugh, your blue eyes glisten, and the wrinkles next to your eyes match the smile lines next to your mouth. Like a well-loved item- you have wrinkles that show your past. Your wrinkles indicate that you have done more laughing than frowning in your life. You wonder to yourself if the unspoken messages on your face match the experiences that you have lived.

Remembering why you came into your room; you shift through pieces hung up in your closet. Majority of your pieces are thrifted and the soft fabric rustles on your hands and makes noises as they rub against other hung-up items. Your hands seek what you were looking for: a white linen blouse with small grey stripes that belonged to your mom. The outfit you wear to the matching does not have to be formal or pretty, but as it is a part of jujutsu responsibilities, you want to look presentable for whatever drab man you get matched with tonight. As you are heading downstairs to meet in the grand meeting room, you think about what girl will be matched to Yuji. Probably someone mysterious and attractive like Mai Zen’in who is posh and extremely talented with a handgun. As you arrive in the room your mentor, Gojo, approaches you with a glass of something bubbly in his hand.

“Drinking this early in the day?” you ask him, smiling and teasing in tone.

“Please, you know I would not drink something the elders picked out for this event. It would probably be the worst and cheapest wine I have ever had in my life, and I am too well dressed for a mid-day hangover” replies Gojo, smirking at you as you both share a laugh at his joke.

Gojo Satoru is a special grade sorcerer who is often deemed ‘the best’ due to his incredible cursed technique. He often wears a blindfold or a pair of sunglasses to hide his crystal blue eyes to combat the fatigue that comes with such powerful eyes. You often wonder if he keeps the blindfold on when going on dates with women, though it is none of your business.

You roll your eyes at Gojo and whisper “I can’t wait to get this over with”. He smiles as he gives a small nod indicating to you without words that he agrees but believes that it will be okay.

Quickly you all file into seats and you spot Yuji sitting next to another second-year sorcerer, Megumi Fushiguro. Megumi is quiet and broody, but you and he get along well since you both had fucked-up childhoods. Megumi is someone you don’t talk to often due to him being off-campus with his girlfriend who attends a local college, but you appreciate the way you do not have to explain things to him- he just gets it. Megumi and Yuji are the closest things to best friends that Megumi will allow. Megumi likes his space and believes that having best friends means giving up personal space because they become needy. Yuji instead has found a loophole and calls Megumi his closest friend and rejects any commentary from Megumi arguing otherwise. They notice you staring, and Megumi gives you a quick nod and half smile while Yuji turns halfway in his chair to wave and wink, mouthing “it’s gonna be ok” and throwing in a thumbs up for good measure before turning around. You can’t help but hope he’s right.

***

The elders are the governing retired jujutsu sorcerers who work with the special grade sorcerers on formal instruction, school funding, and combat training. The elders are traditional and struggle with change or new ways of doing things. Insert Gojo, who is determined to do things differently and bring in a new culture of jujutsu sorcerer with the class of second years. He often comments that each year the new sorcerers are getting stronger and need new types of instruction that live up to the strength that first years come into college with. The elders dislike this approach and feel as though Gojo does not provide enough structure and discipline. Gojo doesn’t really give a shit about what they think and makes that well known. That is part of the reason so many of the first and second years like him- he is not one to hide his emotion and keep you guessing.

An elderly man with piercings and a long beard stands up at the front of the room. The microphone in front of him crackles and he breathes warm air onto it before taking one large inhale

“Hello and thank you for attending our first matching ceremony for the fundraising event tonight. Your participation makes this event happen, and without you all we would not receive the donations that fund us through the year. I will begin by describing how this event will work, then how tonight will go, and we then will get started with the matching raffle” his words echo into the microphone, sounding raspy and deep. You feel people anxiously shifting in their seats waiting to hear more about what they got themselves into, or more like what they were told to attend. The old man continues speaking:

“All of you lovely strong sorcerers will be matched with someone else randomly, this person you get assigned to will then become your date. They may be someone you know; they may be a stranger. The purpose of doing this randomly is for our Kyoto and Japan students and staff members to mingle more than they are usually able to through the year. This is a constant point of feedback that we want to help you address by giving an opportunity for you to get to know each other. You both will show up to the event, talk to donors together, and talk to each other about your experiences as a sorcerer. While I feel as though I do not need to say this to most people, please be on your best behavior tonight and remember we are here to make money, not organize a protest” the old man says shooting eye daggers at Gojo who is in the back of the room scrolling on his phone either checked out or pretending not to hear. Knowing Gojo, it is probably the latter.

The old man continues “with that, we shall begin. We will do this in pairs- when your names are called in association to another persons, that is your date for the evening. I suggest you both head to another area of the house to talk about what you plan to wear”. The old man steps down from the microphone and a middle-aged woman steps up to the microphone with an old school raffle ball machine. Each ball has a name on it and two balls will come out at once. The woman quietly says hello and begins rolling the container. She speaks into the microphone

“Nobara and Kamo”

“Todo and Maki”

“Panda and Megumi”

“Yuta and Miwa”

The names go on and on and you have a moment of laughter when Nanami and Gojo get placed together as dates. When their names are announced Gojo claps loudly and yells “Nanami baby, come over here and see me” while Nanami glares at the room and slaps the back of Gojo’s head. You are still watching their interaction and laughing when you hear your own name be called

“N” the woman calls,

Your heart stops in your chest, wondering whose name will come next after yours and decide the next 12 hours of your night. The lady takes a breath and continues the sentence

“Yuji Itadori” she finishes, rolling the basin with more balls to move onto the next pair.

Your heart pounds in your ears and you wobble a bit, unsure if you heard your best friend just get assigned as your date for the night. Your eyes flick back and forth over the crowd looking for Yuji when you find him standing in the corner looking at you as well. His face is flush and he looks nervous but signals to you to meet him outside. You push through the pairs of people talking into the building hallway.

Yuji walks towards you and laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck

“So, I guess you didn’t expect that?” he asks, not holding eye contact

“No, it definitely wasn’t what I thought would happen” you answer, meeting his eyes and then looking away quickly.

You are not sure why things feel weird between the two of you or where this sudden anxious energy came from. This is your best friend- the person who you share your water bottle with when he forgets his at training. It is also interesting to you that Yuji seems nervous too, an emotion you aren’t used to associating with him very often unless he’s in trouble with Gojo or Nanami.

Yuji gathers your attention back to him, asking what you are planning on wearing tonight. His words seem short and cut off suddenly like he is trying to end the conversation.

“I am not sure; I haven’t thought that far yet. I can tell you I most likely will be wearing black though if that helps” you answer quietly, glancing at the ways that his hands are kneading his shoulders as if this conversation is causing him immense physical pain.

Yuji nods, “I can work with that. Half your closet is black, so I should have assumed that”. He’s not wrong, affirming for you internally that this is still your best friend who knows you like the back of his hand. “I will see you later then, N. I am looking forward to getting through this fundraiser with you” he says, and brushes past you to head back up to his room to prepare for the event tonight. You do the same, but first lay on your bed for a bit wondering how you ended up in this situation.

***

After a short nap and a ton of contemplation, you rise out of bed to go look through your closet for something to wear. You are more of a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl, but that doesn’t mean you don’t own anything formal and attractive. You reach to the back of your closet and feel exactly what you are looking for. You pull it out of the closet and hold it up in the mirror. The floor length black gown is made of a stretchy material and has a slit up the thigh. You ponder if this is too scandalous for a fundraising event, but decide it is just right if you are trying to entice old men to donate their thousands of dollars to a good cause. Being a feminist, you understand that using your body for donations isn’t completely moral, but you blame society for teaching men that attractive means they should donate more. Part of you also wants to show Yuji that you can get dressed up and look like someone that a person would desire for more than just their personality. You push that thought down and head into the shower. You shave your legs and wash your hair with the shampoo you know people always give you compliments on.

As you are washing your body your loofah brushes over your hard nipples, and you feel a slight ache in your lower stomach. Your hand travels down your stomach as you clean in between your thighs. Right as your mind begins to wander, you feel the hot water start to run out and you tell yourself that you can just go back to your room and take care of this growing ache letting you know that it’s been too long since you have cum. You get back to your room and check your phone, making sure Yuji or Gojo haven’t called. It is then you see the time and realize you only have 45 minutes to get ready for this event.

“fuck” you curse and begin drying off, lathering your body with peach ginger scented lotion. The time you were hoping to have alone to masturbate and relieve stress just got taken away from your shower that was much longer than you thought. You pick out a pair of lacey black underwear that flatter your ass and put them on, opting to go braless since the dress is form fitting and your breasts aren’t very big anyway. Oftentimes you wear a bra because you like the way it looks or how you feel rather than the practicality of it. You wonder if Yuji has ever noticed when you aren’t wearing a bra and if he even cared. It’s not like you both have ever done anything sexual or romantic, but you notice that sometimes he looks handsome in blue, and his smile makes you feel warm. You chalk it up to general closeness of the friendship and don’t want to make it weird by ever saying anything to him.

You shimmy the dress over your head and check yourself out in the mirror. The dress hugs you in all the right places and the slit up your right thigh shows off toned muscle that has developed quite nicely from years of training. You decide to leave your hair down, curly and long, and put on light makeup. When picking out a lipstick, you find your thoughts fleeting to Yuji and think about what color he would like to see. You pause, wondering why your thoughts have been so different than usual today. Maybe it is the fact that he is going to be your date tonight, maybe it’s the fact that you are horny and haven’t been laid in weeks. Either way, you give him a call and hope he picks up.

Yuji answers on the first ring and sounds out of breath “hello?”

“Hi! I just wanted to see where you wanted to meet or if you were still getting ready?” you check the clock and see that you have 10 minutes before the event officially begins.

“Yeah, I am almost ready. I am just getting my shoes on, and Megumi is helping me with my tie. I’m not sure though where he learned this skill, he only ever wears hoodies and his sorcerer jacket” Yuji says and in the background, you can hear Megumi say, “shut up” and Yuji laughs in response.

You breathe and decide to say something in that moment without thinking, “Yuji, is it weird for us to be going together tonight? I feel like earlier it was weird, and I care about our friendship and don’t want it to be weird” you rush, kicking yourself for saying the world weird three times.

You hear Yuji pause on the other end, there is silence as it seems like he walks away from Megumi to talk to you. “I don’t think it’s weird, it’s not like we had much of a say in it anyway” he remarks quietly and it’s like you can see him shrug on the other line.

“You’re right, it was a stupid question” you backtrack, not wanting to make this conversation or night more awkward than it already does.

“I will see you downstairs in three minutes, is that ok?” Yuji asks, seeming unsure if you will show or if he’s going to have to chase you out of the house and beg you to come back. You agree to seeing him soon and go to your closest to find a pair of strappy black 4” heels that you only wear once every year. After putting them on, you spritz on perfume, grab your bag, and head out the door making sure to not fall down the stairs.

***

You arrive downstairs and Yuji is nowhere to be found yet. You spot Gojo in the main room talking with a donor and sporting a blue silk blindfold that perfectly matches his tailored dark navy suit. You check your phone and see no updates when you feel a tap on your shoulder from someone behind you. Slowly, you turn around to see Yuji standing in front of you. His mouth is slightly parted and he’s staring at your face, eyes quickly darting down to check you out and then back up to your eyes. He seems stunned or speechless like the one-time Megumi accidentally spilled something on Gojo’s hundred-dollar shirt and asked Yuji to help him clean it up.

“Y-You look amazing, wow” Yuji chokes out, redness creeping up his neck and jaw onto his cheeks. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and you felt the energy between the two of you intensify as his gaze traveled your eyes, face, body, and all the way back up again.

“Thank you” you replied, blushing and soaking up this new attention Yuji is giving you. It felt good to hear it and know he found you attractive, even though you know he only meant it as a friend. Your eyes trace over his outfit and styled hair as you find yourself surprised too at how well he cleans up.

“You look really great too” you choke out, trying to make it sound genuine and not like a pity compliment to reciprocate his jaw being on the ground when he saw you. You memorize the way the dark lines on his face enhance the natural shape of his chiseled cheekbones, and you think about touching his chest where the satin blue tie sits nestled in between his muscles and suit jacket. Yuji blushes more at the compliment and scoffs saying something about Gojo picked out all the outfits for the boys, but you don’t catch his full sentence as the event music begins.

“Shall we?” you ask Yuji. He sticks his arm out and you take it, feeling very posh and beautiful as you walk in together. The room is filled with dark navy and gold table accents, there is light jazz playing in the background, and people are talking about mingling with one another. You see Megumi and Panda in the back corner, already trying to be out of the spotlight. Across the dance floor, Todo and Maki are dancing, but it seems more like a duel the way they are trying to impress each other with who has the better dance moves. You smile to yourself thinking how funny some of the pairings are, and then you remember who is holding your arm. You glance over at Yuji who is aimlessly looking out in the crowd and using his other hand to gently stroke your inner elbow. You gently pull away and he seems to come back into consciousness and seems embarrassed for a moment, as if he hasn’t stroked your hands a hundred different times. You both begin to walk around the event, casually talking to donors about how helpful more money would be to the school and complimenting the fancy shoes and pocket squares folded up in their breast pockets of their suits. When Yuji is talking, you find yourself hanging onto every word and watching the way his lips move when he speaks. It isn’t until someone grabs your elbow that you break out of your trance. It’s Maki, dressed in a sparkly black pantsuit with heeled boots that could kill.

“Are you okay?! You look amazing, and all you have done is hang off Yuji all night. Why don’t you come talk to us?” Maki whines.

“I’m fine!” You say trying to be convincing and distract her from calling you out on checking out your best friend all night. “I’m just being a good fake date and trying to get us as much money as possible” you respond and wink at Maki. You turn on your heel and go to return to Yuji but see him leaving the building past the dancefloor and through the double doors. Maki is trying to say something to you, but you’re already walking away to follow Yuji into the night.

***

Yuji is alone outside sitting in the garden on a bench, messing with the leaves of a plant. He doesn’t glance up when you approach him as if he knows your scent and doesn’t have to look to sense you. You sit down next to him and gently grab his jaw to turn his head and look at you. His gaze doesn’t meet your eyes and he seems sad. Your heart skips a beat and you become worried someone hurt him or said something in conversation when Maki pulled you away.

“What happened!? Was it one of the elders? I can go kick their asses; you know Gojo has been waiting for an excuse to punch out that old man” you remark rapidly trying to figure out what’s happened to your best friend.

Slowly, his eyes meet yours, and he whispers in a somber tone

“…were you disappointed when you heard it was me you got paired with tonight?”. Your heart pounds and you look at his face, searching for a hint of what he wants to hear. You don’t even know the truth yourself; you don’t know why things have felt so weird all day between the both of you.

“No” you whisper back, “where did that question come from?” you inquire.

Yuji looks up at you quickly and then back at his hands. “I don’t know. You were freaking out about it in the kitchen earlier and then I know we were surprised that we got paired but things have felt off between us all day and you don’t seem happy to be here with me, or you seem freaked out, I don’t know” he rushes through his words like he needs to get them out in order to breathe deeper the next time because the thoughts are taking all his air away.

You take a deep breath, taken aback by what he shared with you and struggling to find the right words to tell him that you don’t know and have been worried about the same thing. Instead, you grab his hand and decide to tell him what’s been going through your head.

“Yuji, I-“you start

“Hey N and Yuji, there’s someone I want you to meet” says a voice behind them. It’s an elder woman, who’s expecting us to say yes and get up and follow her. “Give us a second please” you ask her, trying to gain back the moment and time that you had three seconds ago. She walks back into the room but is waiting for you to cross into the threshold so she can exploit you for money and donations. Yuji has scooted away from you and is beginning to stand.

“Wait, Yuji!” your plea with him to sit back down, to turn back time to when you were feeling confident; to when he was the only person who could hear the unsure thoughts in your head.

Yuji looks in your direction and takes a breath. “It’s ok, N. I think I heard all I needed to hear tonight” and walks back inside to talk with the elderly woman who is more akin to a falcon than a human the way she’s ready to tear into our flesh for anything that looks vulnerable and weak. You meet Yuji inside, careful not to touch him or look his way for the entire conversation.

***

It’s 11pm and you have been drinking. By 9:30pm, the fundraising goal was hit, so bottles were popped to celebrate financial security for the next year. You are worried about Yuji and haven’t seen him all night. You have a glass or two of champagne before the bottles run dry and people start to trickle out as they do when alcohol is no longer available. You think about Yuji as you are cleaning up the party, wondering if you hurt his feelings by not immediately jumping to reassure him that you weren’t upset that he was your date, you just felt confused on why you both felt like two anxious schoolkids. Yuji is your best friend, and an incredibly handsome man who treats women and his loved ones with the utmost care- of course you’re lucky that he is your date. He should be the one regretting you, you think to yourself. “A crappy best friend who can’t even speak in sentences today” you mutter under your breath, lifting a bin of gold decorative table settings from one table to the next. A voice from behind you fills your ears.

“I wouldn’t go so far to say crappy best friend, maybe weird” the voice says. You whirl around to find Yuji there in his black suit, navy tie already loosened and hanging around his neck. His top two shirt buttons are undone, showing off toned muscle and collarbones. Oddly enough, you want to touch them, ghost your hands over his chest muscles and feel them twitch at your curiosity. He’s staring at you intensely but has a somber set to his lips- reminding you of the conversation earlier tonight. “Can we talk?” He asks

You nod and you both wander to the middle of the room to lay down on the aged hardwood floor, the polish just freshly applied for this event makes it look darker than usual. Your back hits the wood and you feel Yuji settle down next to you as his body heat vibrates against the left side of your body. You both are starting up at the ceiling where shining silver stars are hanging, throwing beams of light across the room as they glisten. You hope you haven’t ruined your relationships with Yuji, and he isn’t about to tell you that he is tired of being your friend when you can’t even talk to him. You hope he is okay, and deep down you hope the same for yourself.

After a long period of silence, you finally are the first to speak, “So the fundraiser went well”.

“Yeah, I saw Gojo and Nanami celebrating outside earlier when I was coming back in. Well, I guess it was more Gojo dancing and fumbling around while Nanami steered him home with his hand on the back of his collar. Nanamin didn’t look very happy.” Yuji chuckles lightly to himself. Nanami was consistently tired of Gojo’s childish antics and usually had a scowl on his face, but under the scowl, everyone knew they were best friends and deeply relied on each other for care and support in the darkest moments. You like seeing them interact, it gives you hope that one day you and Yuji can be close and goofy like that.

You turn to your side to face Yuji and whisper his name. His head snaps to look at you as if hearing his name whispered from your lips is like a call from home. His pink hair is slightly tousled, he must have been running his hands through it earlier when he was thinking. “Yes?” he whispers back, holding eye contact and searching your face for unspoken feelings.

“I didn’t mean to not reply earlier. I was just flustered and confused on why things felt weird between us after we got paired. I am happy we were put together; I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. You know that was something I had anxiety about- so of course I am happy it was someone I knew. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” you confess to him, trying to clarify that you stumbling over your words earlier was your own fault, not his.

Yuji continues to look at you and slowly blinks processing what you just told him.

“Thanks, N. I figured that was why you were having a hard time explaining how you felt, though that usually happens since you live most your day in your brain” he laughs, and you smile at him taking the opportunity to joke with you even in a conversation as serious as this. His face scrunches up slightly then, meaning he’s thinking about something or about to ask a question. He continues speaking,

“I was confused too, it felt so weird to be nervous around someone that I spend most of my time with. Then I went for a walk and thought more about it”, Yuji pauses slightly. “You really don’t know why things felt off between us?” he asks, breaking eye contact to look around and confirm all other party-goers had left the room. You look too and see it is just you two in a big, beautiful room, talking about your feelings that don’t really have an answer or name yet.

You quietly scoff, “I don’t know what you mean by that, obviously if I knew why things felt the way they did I would have said something. I thought it might have been because you were hoping to go with Maki or Miwa, but instead you got matched with me”. You glance down as your eyes begin to tear up, and you feel frustrated with yourself for feeling jealous or emotional over this. You can feel Yuji continuing to stare at you.

“Why would you think that I want to go with them?” he whispers, and you feel his breath hit your face. His breath smells of mint and alcohol, though you can’t put your finger on what kind.

You gulp and respond without looking at him, “they’re both so beautiful and I thought you might have wanted to go with someone prettier”. You avoid his glance for a long time because you know he is either going to confirm you are right or he’s going to tell you you’re wrong and give you a pity compliment now that you’ve gone and gotten all sappy.

You feel Yuji’s soft palm touch the side of your cheek, instant warmth floods there and you let in a small gasp as he brushes a piece of hair off the side of your face and runs his hand down lightly from your temple to the bottom of your jaw, right below your lip. It feels like electricity is flowing through his hand and into your body as you flush and feel the place in between your thighs twinge with wanting. You press your thighs together to ignore this feeling and look up at Yuji. He is staring at you, unwilling to break his gaze, as if you are the only woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“You are beautiful” he whispers, and his endearing smile reaches his eyes, making them twinkle and slightly crease at the sides while he grins. You blush and hide your face, “You’re just saying that”.

Yuji’s face falls flat, and he lets out a sigh. You look back up at him, afraid you have upset him in some way. He takes in a short and shallow breath, “You’re never going to get it unless it smacks you in the face, huh?” he stands up then and extends his hand down to you. You can’t help but marvel at how beautiful he is from this angle. Tousled hair against a backdrop of glistening gold yellow lights, that kind of makes him look like an angel. You reach up and grab his hand, unsure of where this is going to go. There is a ballad love song playing on the radio from earlier, you didn’t get to turn it off before Yuji came to find you.

“May I have this dance, N?” he asks calmly, awaiting your response. You mutter a yes and he begins to float you across the floor. You both have ball room dancing experience, a class that all jujutsu sorcerers must take because Gojo says it improves fluid combat movements. He takes the lead, and you follow as you both drift across the floor like two figure skaters. You both stay silent, but you feel an energy being shared that is unlike anything you have experienced before. You continue drifting together until the song ends and a slow piano hymn comes on the radio. Yuji and you lock eyes, and without saying a single word, he steps forward and presses your bodies against each other to begin slow dancing. Your arms go around him and you lay your head against his chest, feeling at home in his arms and embraced by his warmth. He smells like comfort, notes of coffee and musk fill your nose. He must have borrowed Nanami’s cologne for tonight because you’ve never smelled this on him before. You like it. A lot.

Yuji’s hands begin to trace your upper back, his fingers lightly tracing your back muscles hidden by the black dress. You melt more into his touch, feeling your breasts press flatly against his muscular chest. Yuji’s hands travel lower and settle on your lower back, pulling him firmly against you. His lips go to your ear, and you feel his warm breath ghost over your ear, giving you goosebumps. Into your ear, he whispers, “if you don’t understand it yet, maybe I can help you see it”. Your body is on fire in every spot he is touching and the ache between your thighs has grown, you feel yourself becoming wet with his touch and whispers in your ear. You feel his hands leave your back and come up your sides.

Yuji’s hands brush across the bridge of your nose, to your cheekbones, down your jaw, and to the back of your neck where his hands gently rub the nape of your neck and quickly then take their position back on your shoulder blades.  

You feel like you can’t breathe, or you can but your body is overwhelmed by how good it feels to be touched by him. While Yuji’s hands are exploring your face, you can’t help but hear his voice in your head calling you beautiful- for once you think he means it. For once, you believe it. Your hands reach out to rest on his chest and it’s better than you thought as you feel the muscles contract under your touch, hearing Yuji take in a small breath and meet your gaze. You stare at one another for a second and Yuji is the first to speak.

His voice shakily asks, “How do you feel right now?”. He is eager for your response, eager to learn if you feel the same way he feels about you.

“Alive” you answer and smile at him, “I feel like my body is on fire everywhere you touch me”.

Yuji chuckles, “Ahh now you’re getting it. This is why getting matched felt weird today. At least for me, that’s why.” You can tell he is nervous, eliciting the same response from you as butterflies fill your stomach and threaten to bubble up your throat.

In a single moment- it all clicks for you, the feelings that you have been having tonight as he is touching you, the way that your eyes linger on his face an extra second when he smiles, the way that he knows you and the things that you need. You have feelings for Yuji, and you’re so scared to fuck up the friendship that you’ve been in denial this whole time. You wonder if he’s been doing the same or if every advance he’s ever made, you’ve shut down or chalked up to platonic intimacy. You think you may have been friend zoning Yuji this whole time. The realization makes you want to crawl inside your skin, but you can’t because you’re in this tight ass dress, standing in front of Yuji who’s waiting for your response.

“oh” is all you can choke out in the moment, you take another second and say, “this was an actual date for both of us, even if we didn’t know it”. Yuji laughs out loud at this admission, looking at you with a wide grin. His ease and laughter always put you at ease, so you breathe a little bit deeper and stare at him, “what’s so funny!?” you ask incredulously.

“You might be the only one who tricked themselves into thinking this wasn’t a date. Even Todo knew that us being matched together meant something. That’s why I asked you to talk outside earlier after being paired, I didn’t want people to start giving you a hard time” Yuji says in a level and balanced voice. You begin to process what he just said and think back to how taken aback you were to be matched with him that you didn’t even notice the eyes and chuckles that followed your pairing announcement.

“I have had a thing for you for a pretty long time, and it seems like you might realize you have too” he whispers as if he is talking to a baby deer that he doesn’t want to spook. Your eyes are wide, and you internally agree that he is right. In that moment, you stare at him standing in front of you and really see him for the first time. His etched black lines next to his eyes make him look older than he really is at 22, his toned muscular arms that have fought numerous curses and simultaneously have held you and kept you safe when your mom died. His goofy boyish smile that brings light into the darkest of rooms he enters.

“You’re right, I guess I just couldn’t see it” you admit, and Yuji lets out what seems like the biggest sigh of his life. Whether it is relief, surprise, or excitement- you will never know.

Yuji laughs, “Makes sense you can’t see what’s in front of you, I told you that living in that head of yours would distract you from seeing all the beautiful things of life”. You are staring at his lips while he teases you, and it is like a supernatural force pushes you forward to do just one thing. Without thinking, you move forward to close this distance between you and Yuji, noticing his face change and his breath hitch in his throat. Your hands go to the side of his face as you allow your eyes to flutter close and your lips fall on his. His lips are soft and warm, Yuji’s hands go up to the top of your back and to the bottom of your skull, hands tangled in long auburn hair as he kisses you back. You both sigh breaths of relief into each other’s mouths, as if all you were ever meant to do was be together like this and breathe for one another. You pull back from the kiss to look at him; his eyes are dark with wanting and his pupils dilated while he looks at you trying to gauge your reaction to the kiss. You smile at him, and he returns the smile.

“you ok?” he whispers with the smirk on his face. You nod and he moves closer to kiss you again. You want to say you’re better than okay, but that could come off desperate. His hands flutter down your waist and he pulls you against his body, lips meeting yours in harmony again. The kiss deepens and you feel your nipples harden against his suit jacket as his tongue lightly touches yours, mouths moving in rhythm. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and gently rub his scalp as you continue kissing. Yuji lets out a small moan as a reaction to your touch and you can feel his hard length pressing against your core. Your body responds by making you wetter than you were before, and you pull back slightly to look at Yuji and catch your breath.

“I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship” you say quickly and kiss him on the cheek. “Me neither” he responds, peppering kisses across your cheeks and giving you space to say anything else on your mind. Your mind is cluttered by thoughts of Yuji, how his hands felt tracing down your spine, and his hardness pressed against your leg. You put your arms around his neck and drop a trail of kisses from his cheek down to his neck, eliciting another moan from him. “We should go back to my room” you say, looking around and realizing you don’t want to be found making out with your best friend by someone like Gojo, who would never let you live the story down.

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NSFW STARTS

Leading Yuji down the hallway to your room holding hands, you fumble slightly over the hem of your dress almost tripping forward, and he holds you up, making sure you don’t fall. “I’ve got you” he says, and you feel your heart flutter. Yuji has had your back literally and figuratively for as long as you can remember, it’s no wonder you’ve fallen in love with him. You reach your door and take a deep breath as your hand reaches for the knob- after you and Yuji enter this room, things could be different forever. Behind you, Yuji asks if you are ok.

“Yeah, I just needed a second” you reply, opening the door and holding it open for him. Yuji follows behind you and stands with his hand on the back of his neck looking like a young kid who doesn’t know what he is doing, as if he didn’t just make you horny in the main room. You turn around to look at him, your eyes meet, and you both burst into a fit of giggles, trying to laugh off the nervous energy of being in the same room together when a bed is 5 feet away and you just finished making out.

Yuji takes a breath, “N, I care about you, and I just want you to know that we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can just sit here and talk all night or watch a movie” he says gently. You can tell he means it too, and that gives you reassurance that words cannot sum up. You smile gratefully at him and whisper “thank you. I would like it if we could just talk for a little bit now that we are alone”. Yuji nods and sits on the chair across from you while you take a seat on the edge of the bed. You have so many questions to ask him but feel as though you need to choose carefully to not ruin the mood.

“So, how long have you had a crush on me?” you ask shyly. You are looking at Yuji, who is messing with a loose thread on the bottom of his button-down shirt that has now become untucked. He looks as though he is thinking deeply about your question, and there is something attractive about the way he takes your inquiry so seriously.

“I don’t think there was a definitive moment. I have always found you attractive, which of course you know because look at you” he says as his eyes flick over your face, “but we were always just best friends and as the years went by, I found myself relying on you more and more to be my person. I would call you when I needed something, found out good news, heard bad news, and just everything in my world I learned I wanted to share with you. Then too after your mom died, I felt a weird protectiveness over you to try and ensure that nothing in this world could ever hurt you as much as that hurt you if I could help it. So, my crush on you started and grew with time as we invested more care into one another, and then it came all at once and I realized just how deep my feelings ran”. Yuji finishes his side of the story and looks at your eagerly to gauge whether what he said has surprised you or scared you away. “How about you?” he asks softly.

“Well, I think that I probably have had feelings for you longer than I thought. There were times that you looked handsome, and I felt jealous when you would go on dates. Usually, it was just a constant wanting of wishing you around when you weren’t and feeling at home when you were with me. I think I was just scared about what it meant if I confronted those feelings, because I’m not sure that I could lose you.” Your voice shakes a little bit at the end, not wanting to seem too sad.

Yuji comes up to you and hugs you, his strong arms wrapping around your body, and he gently says in your ear “you won’t ever lose me, I promise”. Your eyes burn as tears form and you hug him deeper. Yuji pulls back to look at you and notices your watery eyes.

“Are you ok, N?” Yuji asks, his eyes filled with worry as he wipes a tear that has escaped down your left cheek. His concern makes you laugh, and you reply, “I’m happy.” with a smile.

“Can I kiss you?” Yuji asks, wishing his lips were on yours since it feels like an eternity since they last met. You nod, and you both lean in for the kiss- its soft, and gentle- perfect for the mood. You deepen the kiss by standing up off the bed so you both are standing, lips locked, and arms wrapped around one another. You deeply rub your hands into Yuji’s shoulders, giving him a shoulder rub while kissing him. He moans and melts slightly against your touch. You take off his suit jacket and gently push him backwards on the bed. Yuji’s eyes widen as you crawl on top of him and kiss him on the cheek, then the forehead, and end at his lips. You can see his cheeks are the slightest pink from arousal and you note your own throbbing in your clit as you settle yourself on his lap, locking your knees on each side of him and sitting on his clothed length to look at him. You suppress a moan as you settle in on his lap and feel his dick press against your clit. Your dress is beginning to ride up, and you feel Yuji’s hands land on your thigh, gently exploring up and down, but not too close to make you uncomfortable. He is just stroking your thigh but doesn’t know how much it's driving you crazy. Your nipples push against the stretchy fabric, and you want to rip the dress off your burning hot body but don’t want to send the wrong message. Yuji and you are holding eye contact and exploring each other’s body without speaking, hands drifting over parts that have been touched before, but never in this way. You gently grind into Yuji and feel him moan and his hands automatically snap to your hips, digging into your waist and stopping you from moving too much. The sound of his moan is music to your ears, and you never thought you could hear a sound so sweet. Yuji takes in a shaky breath,

“I’m really sensitive, it’s been a while” he says, covering his face with his arm to hide his embarrassment. Your heart pangs with pain and you bend forward to pull his arm off his face, ignoring the blissful feeling of his hardness rubbing against your core. You gently wrangle his arm off his face and hold it, looking at him with eyes of care and compassion.

“I haven’t done something like this in almost three years” you admit sheepishly, and Yuji seems to relax. “We are on the same page here together; you got me, and I got you” you whisper to him, bending forward to touch your lips to his neck. Yuji strains against your touch and moans softly. You alternate between kissing, nipping, and sucking- to find that he really likes light biting and sucking on his neck.

His neck peppered with small hickies, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, looking up at him you ask, “is this okay?”. Yuji nods his head repeatedly, “you can do whatever you want to me” and his head rolls back on the pillow as your hands wander down to his chest. You unbutton his shirt, and he basically rips it off his body and throws it across the room. His chest is beautiful and broad, covered in small scars from combat and you kiss each scar individually, hearing a small gasp from him every time your tongue and lips snakes from scar to scar like you are kissing a map across his chest.

You wonder if he has even been treated so carefully before, if the other women in his life have given such attention to each part of his body both scarred and unflawed. You know he deserves the treatment, and you choose not to ask to avoid the disappointment. Kissing from the top of his pecs to the waistband of his pants, Yuji begins to squirm, and you feel his hands stroke through your hair. You gently moan as his hands massage your scalp and flutter kisses from left to right of his waistband, teasing him. Your hands reach up to touch his length and rub up and down while you hold eye contact with him, Yuji’s eyes flutter and he moans loudly at your touch. You don’t think you have ever felt someone be this hard in your entire life. Yuji sits up and grabs your hands, and for a moment you feel embarrassed that you might have gone too far or did something he didn’t like. He catches your gaze by lifting your chin and kissing your lips and down your cheek to your neck and back up to the lobe of your ear where he bites softly and whispers “it’s your turn”.

Chills go through your body as he holds you and rolls to the right, flipping positions with him now on top. He sits back to take you all in and lets out a low sigh, “you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about seeing you like this”. You look beautiful in his eyes, lips plump and cheeks flush with arousal, dress pushed up showing your beautiful, toned thighs, and breasts out on display. You are like a dream to him, and he can’t believe he’s getting to be this close to you. You giggle and he smiles down at you, bending to kiss your lips once more before covering your neck in kisses. You moan softly and your eyes flutter shut as Yuji gives your body the attention it has been craving. As he is kissing your neck, his hands come up your body to approach your breasts. “Is this okay?” Yuji asks you eagerly. You want nothing more in this world now and moan “fuck yes, please keep going. I will let you know if I don’t like something” you promise him.  Yuji breaks into a grin and his large soft hands grab your breasts, caressing them carefully and tweak your nipples once to see what happens. Your back flies off the bed and your abs contract as you let out a huge moan, feeling your clit react to the stimulation. Your clit is throbbing, and you press your thighs together feeling the wetness soak through your panties. Yuji tuts and says, “ah so I see we like that, do we?” at which you nod, unable to form words from how horny you are. You are convinced if you tried to speak you would just blabber meaningless words. Yuji, now understanding the sensitivity of your nipples, returns to them, gently pinching them one by one. You thrash your head around on the pillow and Yuji reaches a hand up to touch your face, “shh, its ok. Let me take care of you”. You settle and realize you need this dress off right now. You sit up and begin to inch your dress up your thighs, eager to let Yuji touch more of you, to feel his mouth on more of your body. His eyes widen as he realizes what you are trying to do and helps you push the fabric over your head.

“Wow” is all he can say. You blush as Yuji looking at your breasts with desire and moves his mouth to capture a nipple in his mouth. Your breath heaves out of your chest as you feel his teeth lightly graze on the nipple while his other hand massages your breast. He gives the other the same treatment and starts kissing down your chest to your stomach. He stops and lightly breathes across your stomach without quite touching it, teasing you and making you squirm. You see a smirk on his lips before he kisses the waistband of your panties. While leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach, he looks up at you. Your eyes are half shut, enjoying the sensation of him between your thighs. Your clit is aching to be touched, and Yuji knows. “Are you comfortable with me eating you out?” Yuji asks, “It is something I really enjoy doing”. Your eyes fly open, and you see beautiful Yuji below your breasts staring up at you. He looks so hot, eyes lidded with pleasure, awaiting your response.

“Uh, I am okay with it, but I haven’t had many guys do it or make me cum from it so no biggie if you want to stop in a little bit and I can make you cum” you breathe out to him. Yuji pauses and sits up to look at you.

“They never made you cum?” he asks, sounding confused.

You are unsure what he is asking this for, “yeah, most guys just do it to get ready for sex y’kno”. While you would have liked your partners in the past to do more, you didn’t feel like arguing on why it mattered for a woman to be prepared so intentionally.

Yuji lets out a shaky laugh. He brushes a hand against your cheek and smiles, “N, clearly those guys didn’t know what they were doing. I am going to make you cum on my tongue. If I do anything you don’t like, let me know” he says confidently, and your mouth gapes open a bit- taken aback at his directness and the dirty talk.

Yuji resumes his position back in between your legs and starts kissing your inner thighs, making you shiver. His breath tracks over your panties and you look down at him as he pulls them aside to look at your sex. Holding eye contact with you, he moves forward to kiss your aching clit and you lurch forward off the bed from how sensitive it is. Your eyes begin to flutter shut when you hear a deep voice command, “look at me” , says Yuji. You open them and meet his gaze as his mouth attaches to your clit and you let out a stream of curse words and a moan while staring into Yuji’s eyes as he gently flicks your clit with his tongue.

“Good girl. Be quiet for me now, we wouldn’t want Megumi to hear.” Yuji breathes into your thigh and returns to pleasuring you, tongue swiping from entrance to your clit- stopping to focus there. He is right, Megumi wouldn’t talk to you for days and then when he did start talking again, he wouldn’t shut up about how loud in bed you were. You can hear how wet you are on his chin when he’s eating you out. Yuji snakes his hand up and begins probing at your entrance with his fingers. You gasp and he stops, “You taste fantastic, and hearing your moans is so fucking hot. Are you doing ok so far?” Yuji asks. His chin is glistening with your slick and he’s looking at you with concern.

You nod, “it feels so good, please- more”, you’re begging Yuji to continue what he is doing. He grins, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself”. Crawling back between your thighs, simultaneously he plunges his fingers into you and latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking with his tongue back and forth as his fingers match the rhythm and grind inside of you, and you let out the biggest sigh of your life. He continues this for a few minutes as you moan and rake your fingers through his hair, urging him to continue what he is doing. As your sounds increase and become more frequent, Yuji hooks his fingers inside of you and begins rapidly rubbing up against that spot that makes you want to melt into the bed.

“Yuji, im-im.. gonna”, you struggle to choke out that your orgasm is coming faster than a tractor trailer on an icy hill. He already knows though. Yuji knows when you are sad, mad, frustrated and happy- he definitely knows when you’re about to cum. “Cum for me, N” he says, and in your head, you think briefly that it is sort of funny that for two people who know each other so well, this is another thing he gets to add to that list. Before you can give it much more thought, your orgasm washes over you and you cry out. Keeping pace with your orgasm, he continues his assault on your clit and rubbing his fingers in and out of you. Yuji begins slowing his pace and peppers kissed on your thighs and back up your stomach to your lips where he kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips and you feel your chest heaving as your body tries to relax after the intense orgasm.

“How was that?” Yuji askes, nuzzling his nose into your hair and smelling your shampoo he likes. You smile sleepily, unsure where to begin. He sees your smile and softens against your side.

Opening your eyes, you place a palm on his cheek and lean into kiss him. “Thank you” you say, “No one has ever made me feel like that. It was amazing”. You place your face into his neck as he wraps his arms around you. Looking up at Yuji, you remember how hard he was, and you begin to kiss his neck. He moans softly but pulls back to look at you and holds you at an arms distance.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I am perfectly okay with you feeling good and getting to spend time with you. It’s been a fantastic night. The ball is in your court.” Yuji says softly as you lay back on his chest.

The balance in his voice tells you that he means it, and it’s refreshing to hear a man not so concerned with his own pleasure. It makes you want to do it more. Yuji the giver; the person who always gives you his jacket when it’s raining, and brings you breakfast on the days you stay out together drinking too much and are hungover. He’s the same person who’s been patient with you for months while you’ve been oblivious to your feelings for him and was willing to make a statement today to show you just how much chemistry existed between the two of you. This thought makes your heart ache for just how wonderful this man is, and how lucky you are that he cares about you too. You want to do this for him, and you really want it for yourself too.

You climb on top of his lap and look at him dead in the eyes, “I want to do this”. Yuji gulps in anticipation as you lean forward to kiss his neck, and you can feel he’s already stiffened below you. You grind lightly on his lap, feeling his breath pick up as you kiss down his jaw. You reach your hand down to feel his length, noticing how big he feels. Kissing down his chest, you gently reach to help unbutton his pants, and his hands come down to help you undo the belt and clasp. Yuji lifts his hips as you pull his pants off to reveal a pair of tight navy-blue briefs underneath, with a very visible wet spot where precum has gathered as he ate you out. His length seems impressive underneath the briefs and you stretch out your arm to touch the soft fabric. You move your hand lightly up and down, then give his dick a squeeze through the briefs, eliciting a gasp from Yuji’s mouth. His eyes are locked on you as you continue to place pressure on his dick. His hips rut up, asking for more without words. The look on his face seems to be pleading you to touch more of him, to help him how he helped you. You tease his length a bit more before ghosting your mouth over his bulge, breathing hot air and giving the lightest of touch from your lips onto his length.

“Please N, want more” Yuji begs. You oblige and reach your hand under his briefs. His skin is warm and soft, and you take his length into your hand and gently begin to trace your fingers up and down over the veins, giving special attention to the way he gasps when your hands trace over the head. You pull his briefs off and now it is your time to crawl between his legs. His dick stands straight up and rests against his abdomen. You grab it and smile,“It’s so big” you remark, Yuji groans and bites his lip.

“Fuck don’t say that. I’m already too turned on. You look so beautiful” he whispers while resting his hands on the top of your head, not pressing but just intertwining his hands into your hair. It feels soft and intimate the way that he holds your head without being pushy about getting what he wants, and in this moment you feel cared for, which internally makes you chuckle because you’re the one giving him a blowjob. Yuji lays his head back as you move closer with your mouth. You start at the base of his cock, gently kissing up to the head, sticking your tongue out to flick it against the soft indent under the head that makes Yuji’s hands tighten against the bed. You tease him a bit more before looking him in the eyes,

“Yuji, look at me” you demand, using the tactic he used on you earlier. His eyes flutter open and you can see he’s borderline fucked out with his glazed over eyes that slowly focus on you. Seeing the impact you have on him makes you giddy and you smile. It feels nice to know you have the same effect on him as he has on you.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” you whisper seductively. He rolls his eyes at you and sits up slightly to kiss you. His mouth reaches yours and he says “of course, please” on your lips before giving you another kiss and laying back down. You are pleased by the kisses and take his length into your mouth. He is bigger than it felt in your hands, and you struggle to take it all. Yuji groans deeply and mutters “Jesus Christ” under his breath. You bob up and down a few times getting it wet and then add a hand. Using your hand, you twist lightly using the lube from your spit and bob up and down allowing your hand to follow your mouths rhythm. Yuji’s hands knot in the bedsheets and he groans as you work him closer to his orgasm. You glance up at him and see a beautiful sight that almost makes you wet all over again. Yuji’s head is thrown back against the pillows, neck veins pushing against the skin of his throat as his hips begin to predict the motion of your mouth and thrust gently against your lips. You reach a hand up his chest and flick his nipple causing him to press his hips to the back of your throat and he looks at you,

“I’m close, I’m going to cum, where do you want it?!” he asks frantically. It seems like his nipples are sensitive and you note that down for next time. You answer his question by continuing to work your mouth and hands together and speed up slightly. Yuji lets out a huge groan and cums, moaning “Yes, N, ahh”, and you swallow immediately noting he tastes salty and slightly sweet, probably due to the morning smoothies Gojo insists we all drink every day. You stop once he begins to go soft in your mouth. Yuji lays on the bed, motionless, eyes closed and breathing heavily as he comes down from his orgasm.  You pull a blanket off the side table and crawl into bed with him. Throwing the blanket over the both of you and settling into his side, he kisses you directly on the mouth and says, “thank you, I think that was the best I’ve ever had” he jokes. Yuji pulls you into his arms, wrapping both strong arms around your shoulders and you lay your head on his chest. As you both begin to settle, you kiss Yuji on the cheek and whisper to him “I am so glad you came to find me after the event. There is no way I could have pictured a better night” you say warmly. He opens his eyes and gives you a warm smile with a soft kiss on the top of your nose, “Me too, N. I am so happy right now. Though there is one more question I have on my mind for the night”.

You peer up to the sleepy-eyed boy whose chest you are laying comfortably on, “what is it?” you ask curious.

Yuji’s brown eyes disappear as he closes his eyes and opens his mouth to speak, “Do you think Gojo and Nanami had anything to do with us being matched?”.

The thought of it makes you laugh, your two favorite mentors playing matchmaker. You snuggle deeper into Yuji’s side and place your head into the crook of his neck, “Who knows. But whoever helped us out deserves a fruit basket” you reply to him. Yuji lets out a small chuckle and reaches over to turn out the light. You know there may be things to talk about tomorrow, but for right now you have never felt more at home in the arms of the boy who has always been at your side. You kiss Yuji one more time and whisper goodnight before he drifts off; a few minutes pass before you hear him reply.

“I’m so happy, N. Goodnight and I will see you in the morning, sweet dreams” he says slowly and kisses your forehead. You both drift off to sleep with the sappiest smiles on your face, warmly wrapped in each other’s arms. When the sun comes up, you are still intertwined, and the light peeking through the window throws itself over your pile of limbs. Yuji is staring at you, “Good morning, Beautiful”. You smile and sink deeper into your pillow, wondering how you became the luckiest girl overnight.

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Thank you! If you liked this, please re-blog as it helps me reach other ppl as a new writer 🥺. Should I do a part 2?

[tonedeafkami]

𝘕𝘖𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘚/𝘖 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘚𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘖𝘕 𝘏𝘌𝘙

A/n: This is my first post on here and I really hate it but my friend suggested this so here we are-

Word count: 760

Pairing: Nobara x g/n reader

Warnings: None!

- I think she would defiantly be very flustered if you fell asleep on her

- and she would be quick to make sure you were comfortable and warm as you slept because shes the best and she would give you goodnight kisses and tell you how beautiful you are as you sleep.

- You would also most likely wake up on the floor as Nobara takes up all of the bed- but in the morning once she woke up she would apologize a lot about it cause she would feel bad and she would offer the bed too you again witch you of course didt refuse and cuddled with her for a bit before you guys both had to get ready for the day

You, your girlfriend, Megumi, and Yuji were having a movie night in Nobara's dorm like you guys did every Friday night, although just like usual, by the second movie Yuuji and Megumi had already fallen asleep and it was just you and Nobara watching the movie together witch the movie was some cringy romance movie that Itadori picked out of course.

You and Nobara laid on her bed with the popcorn you guys made and the snacks you guys forced Gojo to buy for you as Megumi and Yuuji slept on a badly made makeshift bed on the floor.

"We should never let Itadori pick out a movie again, it's like he's blind to bad acting" you said with a laugh and Nobara just responded with a quiet giggle.

"How much longer until it's over?" Nobara asked with a groan, "An hour, still holding up on that bet?" You asked with a smirk.

You and Nobara knew Itadori would pick out some cringy romance movie which you hated so the day before the movie night Nobara made a bet that you would end up falling asleep of boredom before the movie was over and if you did, you had to take her on a shopping trip.

This bet was all in Nobaras favor.

She lost? You'd probably still take her out shopping for the fun of it.

She won? You would have to take her out shopping, either way, she is going shopping-

"Of course, I'm already thinking of all the stores we could go to! Maybe we could even go on a date" she said with a smile tickling up her lips at the last sentence.

Maybe this whole bet would be a little in your favor.

"That would be...nice," you said smiling back at her, you guys have never really had the time to go out on a date, between the missions and your part-time job you just never really had enough time to fully enjoy each others company but this weekend was different because your boss at the cafe you worked at gave you the weekend off, something about how great you have been the past year working there and you guys weren't supposed to have missions, unless something urgent came up witch was unlikely but it really filled your heart with joy knowing you wouldn't be busy this weekend, the first thought coming to your mind being Nobbara, you just couldn't wait to finally spend time with her and you hoped she felt the same.

You felt Nobaras hand come to rest on your cheek and you quickly melted into her touch placing a sweet kiss on the inside of her hand as you watched a blush rise on her cheeks, "I'm really excited to spend time with you this weekend" you said with a slight blush on your cheeks too, "Yeah yeah, stop being so cute" she said as she rolled her eyes and then gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

You soon laid your head on Nobaras's shoulder as you both continued to watch the movie, enjoying each other's company for once.

About 30 minutes passed and as you laid there with your head resting on your girlfriend's shoulder you started to feel yourself getting tired and your eyes started to flutter shut and back open as you tried to stay awake.

You soon fell into Nobara's lap asleep and Nobaras face turned bright red but a soft smile soon tickled up her lips as she saw how cute and calm you looked sleeping, could she fall in love with anyone better?

She cheered herself a bit in her head knowing you had to take her shopping now, god was she looking forward to that.

She moved closer to you to give you a kiss, "Goodnight" she said as she kissed your forehead and your eyes slowly fluttered back open at the feeling but you were still way less than half awake.

"I love you" you muttered quietly into the silent room, just loud enough for her to hear and Nobara's face turned even redder at the words. It wasn't the first time you said it but Nobara was still easily flustered by the words, she couldn't believe a person as perfect as you could love her but she knew she wouldn't give it up for anything.

"I love you too," she said as she covered you with a blanket to make sure you were comfortable as you quickly drifted back into a peaceful sleep and Nobara soon did the same.

[nanaslutt]

when they find ur baby photos

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

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[nanaslutt]

offering to pay for their gas after they drive u home (pre-relationship)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: fluff, crack

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[nanaslutt]

“can your boyfriend fight?”

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

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[nanaslutt]

“i need you” (comfort)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: fluff, comfort

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[nanaslutt]

asking them if you can take sex slow (early relationship)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[nanaslutt]

pranking them by asking them about the date “they planned”

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: fluff, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ ࿔