#nanami has a crush on youuuu

[ayyy-pee]

thinking about shy coworker nanami who has a massive crush on you but only lets it show in subtle ways. always volunteering to be your partner on missions so he can spend extra time with you outside of work. he loves how cute you look in your casual clothes when you're both having dinner in the hotel restaurant off on your faraway mission together. you plan to split the bill, just to be polite but nanami never lets you pay for anything. ever. not even a bottle of water. coworker nanami who gets a liiiiiiittle jealous when he sees you casually chatting with gojo in the courtyard at school, inserting himself in your conversation just to confirm if there's anyone else you may have your eye on and sighing in relief when he rounds the corner. coworker nanami who walks you home everyday even when you insist he doesn't have to.

you like it though. nanami thinks he's subtle with his feelings, that you're none the wiser to the way his eyes follow you the moment you enter the room, that you don't notice how he brings you your favorite drink every Friday morning and nobody else, that you don't see the way he stares at you longingly behind his goggles after watching you easily cave a grade 1 curse's head in with your cursed technique. you think he should just make a move already because the feeling is definitely mutual, but it's nanami. he's not very good at expressing himself. he's been that way since you all lost Haibara. it's not entirely his fault. he's never recovered from the trauma, but you wish he'd just let himself be truly happy. let himself love openly. maybe he just needs a little push.

nanami walks you home one night as he always does, the silence comfortable between you both. you stop outside of your apartment door, turning to face him. he watches your face closely, his brow rising ever so slightly when he sees you take a step towards him.

"nanami?"

"...yes?" he responds and you watch the tips of his ears deepen in hue at your close proximity - a very cute shade of red.

"do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow night?"

you take the leap for him. and now nanami's entire face is a deep shade of crimson, his mouth opening and closing before he finally finds his footing, pinching the bridge of his nose as he inhales deeply.

"absolutely," he breathes.

your hands quickly find the collar of his pretty blue shirt, pulling him down so you can press your lips to his. and it's everything you imagined it to be. tender and soft, his mouth tastes of mint and whatever pastry he sneakily ate for snack earlier. he's everything you imagined him to be.

and you can't wait to show him the love he deserves.

[fushic0re]

❝𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃❜𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒❞

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. alcohol consumptions. drunken antics. smut; penetrative sex, sex in a public space. slightly cracky. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ in true hallmark movie fashion, the holiday party ends with your crush getting so drunk that he spills professions of love. 

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

SATORU GOJO 

Whiney. Clingy. Horny. 

First of all, we know this man is a lightweight. Don’t even be surprised that he’s easily swayed by the influence of alcohol. 

At some point (for his own sanity of course) Nanami tried to curb him whenever he wanted another drink…but he gave up. 

So now you’re stuck with a very drunk Satoru Gojo 

One minute he’s being his usual irritating self, the next he’s practically slurring as he blurts out really, really stupid shit. 

You’re desperately trying to reel him in because your students are literally in the same room as you and do not need to see their teacher drunk or hear the inappropriate things he’s saying. 

But Satoru Gojo cannot be stopped. 

He also cannot for the life of him contain any of the feelings he has for you in his body. So despite the fact that he would probably benefit more from throwing up all the sake bombs he’s had, he throws up drunken confessions. 

Though it’s no secret that the both of you harbor feelings for each other, neither of you has explicitly acted on them…until now. 

“My GOD. You are so pretty. Like, I wanna take off my blindfold to appreciate you fully but your beauty just makes my eyes huuuurrrt!” “...Thank..you? It’s definitely your Six Eyes though–” “No, it’s all the pretty.” 

“Heyyyyy, dance with me!~” 

Yelling “I WANNA HAVE SEX WITH YOU PLEASE–” across the room. 

Nobara for sure gets it on video. Megumi and Maki are appalled. Yuuji and Panda standing there with no thoughts behind their eyes. Toge’s lowkey entertained but will continue to remain to look unbothered. Nanami is rubbing his eyes and sighing deeply. Shoko for SURE eggs him on. Masamichi is ready to throw them both out. 

You take it upon yourself to try and see if someone can get him home while you continue to celebrate with the kids, but Shoko is too drunk. That leaves…

“Nanami, can you–” “Absolutely not. Have a good night.” 

And that’s how you end up hauling that man back to your apartment…because he caused a scene when you tried to take him home to his. 

Literally just clings to you and cannot be detached from you for the life of him. 

You set up a bed for him on the couch, but the second you turn around–

“I wanna sleep with youuuu!” Satoru whines, hugging you tightly from behind as you wash your face for the night. “Why are you kicking me out?”

You sigh exasperatedly before shooting him a stern look. 

“Satoru. Couch. Go.” 

You go to lay in bed and after having your eyes closed for only five minutes, your door opens and he’s crawling into bed behind you whining.

“Wanna stay here with you. You have more pillows.” “I can give you extra pillows if you want som–” “Boobs. I want your boobs :D” 

At that point, you literally just give up. He’s spooning you from behind, clinging to you so tightly that you literally feel his dick hardening against you as his large hands knead your breasts. 

His mouth is pressed right to your ear, murmuring promises as he begins to finally fall asleep.

“I swear…when I’m more sober, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. Promise.” 

You both take work off the next day. Everyone knows why. 

SUGURU GETO 

Seductive. Suave. Charming. 

When Suguru gets enough alcohol in him, he turns into such a romantic. 

Everyone thinks you guys are together and have been together for a while solely based on his body language. 

Without any inhibitions left to deter him from fully expressing his fondness for you, he allows you to be his center of gravity–when you move, he moves. 

His body naturally leans towards yours. He adjusts his body so that it’s clear his attention is only on you even when you’re not speaking. No one else exists to him. 

Very put together. If it weren’t for him being more flirty than usual, you wouldn’t even think he was under the influence. 

Whisks you away shamelessly away from other people when he feels like you’ve been giving them more attention than them. 

You’re talking to a group of coworkers when suddenly Suguru comes up from behind you and places a hand on your waist. 

“Excuse me, ladies. You wouldn’t mind if I stole this beauty away for a dance, would you?” He purrs. 

But he’s not asking. By the time he’s done speaking, you’re already being swept away by him. He doesn’t even wait for a response, nor does he care to notice the way said coworkers gawk at you jealously. 

This man literally twirls you around the dancefloor with a big smile on his face. His eyes never leave yours. 

“What’d gotten into you?” You laugh softly as he dips you. 

He simply shakes his head and chuckles. 

“Nothing. I’m just really in love with you and there is quite literally nothing in the way to get in my head or stop me from saying it anymore.” 

It’s a simple, straightforward, and intimate confession that is oh so Suguru. 

KENTO NANAMI 

Our main is a heavy drinker who can handle his liquor expertly, so…you’re the tipsy one. 

You, Satoru, Shoko, Utahime, and Kento are all at a sushi bar celebrating a successful semester and the steady growth of your kids. 

Too swept up in the good vibes, you don’t stop yourself from having a drink of choice with Shoko each time she orders a sake bomb. 

Little by little, your laughs increase until they’re filling the room. 

Kento is the first to notice, glancing down at you with a barely noticeably softened expression as all of your worries are alleviated–even if it’s just momentarily. 

The two of you worked more closely than the others knew. Yuuji had taken a close liking to you, so naturally, you and Kento convened often to discuss his progress and needs. 

Of course, these little meetings extended into ones of a more personal nature like grabbing lunch, a bakery run, or even a simple walk. 

It was safe to say that Kento Nanami, the adult of all adults, had developed a soft spot for you. 

Which is why he can feel his face heat up and his heart begin to pound against his chest as your head falls against his shoulder, giggling as you stare up at him. 

Unable to help himself, he gives you a gentle smile, placing a hand on your cheek. 

“You’re really warm.” He comments. “Would you like to get some fresh air?” 

“Yea! I wanna see all the twinkly lights the stores have put out!” You chime, tugging on his sleeve. 

The blond affectionately groans before helping you into your coat and slipping his on, stepping out of the booth. 

“I’m taking her for a walk. We’ll be back.” “Ooh! Can we–” “No.” 

With that, he helps you up and out of the restaurant, your hand clasped in the crook of his arm. 

Your friends are suddenly sobered up at the table, shooting each other shocked expressions. 

“...You guys saw that right?” 

Meanwhile, you and Kento are walking down the street leisurely as you literally babble nonstop. 

“I wanna take Yuuji here for dinner one day, we should go together! It’ll be really nice for us both to spend time with him, since we’re basically like his parents right? You know what parents do? Kiss! Why haven’t we–” 

Kento halts your runny mouth with a finger pressed to your lips, the most honeyed expression on his stupidly handsome face as he gazes at you. 

“As adorable as you are at this moment, I really want to have this conversation with you when you’re mind is clear enough to remember it.” He whispers, pulling your coat around you tighter as a gust of wind blows by. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Okay?” 

TOJI FUSHIGURO 

Toji literally cannot get drunk, so guess who's spilling their guts? You.

You’re out with some girlfriends for a Friendsmas dinner when the sangria hits you all a little too hard. 

Your best friend is left with no choice but to take your phone and call the guy you’ve been seeing to come pick you up. 

While you loved Toji, admitting it yourself–but especially him–was a terrifying concept to you all because of a certain little sea urchin-like haired toddler…Megumi. 

God, you loved that kid. You loved him to absolute death. He practically felt like your own child. Which was even scarier because what if things didn’t work out between you and Toji? What if one day he decided that his late wife couldn’t be replaced? Would he resent you? 

All of that reservation flies out of the window when you’re carried into his apartment and are greeted with a sleepy Megumi in the doorway, having been watched by a neighbor. 

“Mama?” 

You literally sob. It’s quite embarrassing considering your inebriated state, but the emotions cannot be contained any longer. 

The toddler frowns, his father’s expression mirroring his own. He had never seen you so…fragile. 

“God, I love you guys.” You confess tearily. “I’m so sorry that this is how you have to hear it but–” 

Your interrupted by two forces against you; muscle arms around your shoulders from behind and a small body hugging your front tightly. 

“Silly, mama.” Megumi giggles. 

Toji’s deep laugh fills your ears alongside his deep, adoration-laced tone. 

“Yea…silly mama.” 

AOI TODO 

Friendsmas gets a little too lit when the great Aoi Todo is around. 

Yuuji playfully insists on trying every flavor of Soju and of course, his brother tags along.

But in true Aoi Todo fashion, he does things with a little too much gusto….he’s drunk as shit now. 

Eventually, the girls decide to break off and convene at your place for a sleepover, having had enough of the boisterousness for the night. 

You’re literally minding your business having a conversation with Mai, Maki, and Nobara while Momo and Miwa make everyone some late night noodles when suddenly a love song by Takada is being blasted from your balcony window. 

“This that…?” Miwa squeaks, clearly caught off guard. 

It definitely is. The flow of the cursed energy, Takada blasting, there’s no questioning who the hell is outside of your window. 

Nobara already has her phone out to document the moment, the Zenin sisters are snickering as they stare at you, Momo is actually floored. Miwa…beyond floored. 

“You have so much shit to tell us.” Nobara laughs. 

“Yea, what did that happen? You and Todo?” 

“NOW apparently!” You whisper frantically. “What do I do–” 

“TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IN APARTMENT B347, THIS IS FOR YOU!” 

You’re literally shoved outside to confront a drunk Aoi Todo singing along to his idol as Yuuji holds a Bluetooth speaker in the air next to him. 

“You guys…” 

“Y/N I WANNA MARRY YOU, REMEMBER THIS MOMENT WHEN IT’S TIME TO TELL OUR FUTURE KIDS HOW WE MET–” 

“Please come inside!” You hiss. 

“DO YOU SHARE THESE SAME SENTIMENTS OF LO–” 

“Yes, for the love of god, I love you too, but please come inside before I get evicted.” 

“SUCCESS, BROTHER!”

SHIU KONG 

 Horny. That’s it. 

You’re with him at some fancy restaurant dressed to the nines for a business dinner with colleagues of his. 

Every person at the table is shady at very best. Hell, yourself included. 

But there are no thoughts of right and wrong when a tipsy Shiu whose lips taste like the smoothest, finest whiskey assault your own as he thrusts into you vigorously from behind. 

“Good girl. I knew you’d get us that deal…you’re too damn pretty for anyone to say no to, sweetheart.” He purrs into your ear, words slightly slurred. 

Your hands grip the edge of the counter tightly, letting out a breathy laugh in between hushed moans. 

“How is it that you fuck better after a few drinks in you?” You tease, earning you a deep chuckle. 

“Because you’re my woman and I love you. And I wanna keep doing this with you, living this life with you. No matter how messed up it is.” He pants against your ear. 

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[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 5: Baseball

June 2005 Two months later.

"Did you have a boyfriend back home?" 

We usually stay in Mariko's room like this. Despite her being the only first year from the countryside, the city suited her best. She's fashionable and lively, handpicking pretty posters and a plush rug to make her dorm more comfortable. Even Nanami and Haibara stop by often. While she lies in bed, feet propped up on the wall, flipping through a magazine, I'm stuck at her desk, filling out the report from my last mission. It was simple, all things considered. Gojo had the curses head off in less than ten minutes, but he hated paperwork, and left that to me every time. 

"No," I say. "I've never had a boyfriend."

She tips her head off the bed's edge, letting her dark hair spill down. "How about a crush? Did you leave any of those at home?" 

"No."

She groans. "So boring, Kaede-chan."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't meet any guys my age that weren't family," I say. "Hearing that, you should be very glad my answer is no."

"What about Gojo-san?"

"What about him?"

"There's nothing going on between you two?"

"No. Of course not."

She sighs in disappointment. "I just thought since you've been spending so much time together."

"That's because they keep assigning us to the same missions."

"Yeah, but even so," she huffs, blowing a strand of her hair out of the way. "You spend time together outside of the missions. Weren't you just with him last night?"

"Training." Another grueling night of trying to exchange curse techniques. After that, Gojo wanted my help with his hand to hand. Eventually we gave up on it all, and decided to split a soda instead. 

"What about Geto-san?" My pen stills against the page. "He showed you how to play basketball last week didn't he?" 

"I thought Jujutsu doesn't really do the whole 'dating' thing." 

"There's no rule about it," Mariko says. "Usually Jujutsu are so busy that they don't get to meet outside people often. And there's so few Jujutsu that it's hard to meet anyone inside our world. Plus, there's the whole always at the risk of dying part."

"Sounds to me like Jujutsu are destined to be lonely."

"I don't think so." 

When I look at Mariko she has a somewhat reminiscent look on her face. "Did you have a boyfriend before coming here?" 

The look fades into a distant smile. "Not a boyfriend, but there was a boy at my school, Kosho-kun. He used to pick flowers off the playground for me, and walk me home." 

"Did he know?" 

"Know what?"

"That you liked him."

"Oh... well, I guess I never said it to him outright," she says. "But I'm sure he knew."

"Do you regret not telling him before you left?"

Mariko's brows furrow, lips pursed. "No. There was no point in saying so if I was just going to leave." Then after a quiet moment, she says, "But I do think we'll meet again some day. I can tell him then." 

The thought seemed to bring her comfort, but my phone began to buzz against the floor. I flip it open, unable to get a single word out before Gojo's voice wailed from the other end, "Kaede-chan! Where are youuuu?" 

"With Mariko."

"Come to the field. Bring Mariko, we need more players. Haibara and Nanami too."

"Players? For what?"

"Baseball!" 

"Was that supposed to be obvious?" 

"Hurry!" Then he hung up without warning. 

"Is something funny?" I ask, seeing the odd look on Mariko's face. 

"Not at all," she says innocently.

∞

"Finally!" Gojo cries, seeing Haibara and I step onto the field. "Where's Nanami and Mariko?"

"Mariko said she doesn't like baseball, too much 'diving into the dirt.' Nanami wanted to continue the book he was reading."

"That's fine," Geto says, standing with Shoko while he tosses a baseball up and down. "Two on two. Shoko will umpire."

Haibara scratches the back of his head. "Two people is kind of small for baseball, isn't it?"

"Not if we allow curse techniques."

"Are you sure about that, Suguru?" Gojo smirks. "I'm more than enough for a whole team."

I scoff. "Okay, let's do it, three versus one, cursed techniques and all."

"And what do I get when I win?" Gojo used his Limitless to draw the ball from Geto's hand to his own. It nearly took my head out had I not moved in time. 

"Doesn't matter," I shrug, "When I win I know exactly what I want."

"And what's that?"

"Twenty four hours of Gojo Satoru not being able to speak."

"What?!" Gojo raves.

"Sounds good to me," Geto chuckles.

"Haibara," I ask, "What do you want if you win?"

Chin between his fingers. "Well, I've been wanting the new Shin Sangoku Musou—"

"No problem!" I say, "Gojo-san will buy that for you, without a word! Geto-san?"

He considers his prize carefully too, but then smiles largely, "Nothing! Seeing Satoru lose is enough for me."

Desperate to rile Gojo up as much as possible, I turn, "Shoko, what about you? Care to place a bet?"

She's smiling to herself, lighting a fresh cigarette, "I am in need of a new jacket."

"Perfect! Gojo-san will take you out for a full day of shopping in Tokyo."

"That's not what she said," Gojo argues.

"What does it matter? You said you wouldn't lose anyway, right?"

He regains his arrogance. "You're right! List as many prizes as you want. I'll be buying none of them."

"We'll see."

Geto and I move to the outfield, leaving Haibara to pitch. 

"Get ready to lose," Gojo taunts, lulling the bat over his shoulder. 

Haibara musters his own cursed energy, hurling the ball forward at a rate so fast it could catch flame. Regardless, the bat strikes like thunder. The ball flew up so high I began to consider it had been swallowed by the sun. 

With great determination Geto calls out, "I've got it!" as a mantaray-like curse appears in an instant, flying him upward. It hardly matters, though. When I look to see Gojo leisurely strolling the bases, I realize his Limitless could keep the balls out of our reach for hours. 

"Maybe we should have put a cap on the curse techniques he's allowed to use," I think to myself. "You can't even let the ball land normally?" I call out. 

Gojo casually taps his foot down on second base. "If you say so."

Not even a second later, Geto and the ball are hurtling down like missiles. He and the curse sharply turn upward, the ball hitting the grass first. Geto is clever, though, whipping the ball up from the ground, straight into my hands. When Gojo and I lock eyes, I smile. There was no more strolling about the bases as we both took off at full speed. Within fractions of a second, I've alternated between trusting my own legs and shortening the distance with time jumps. 

Gojo and I arrive at home base, showering Shoko in a great cloud of dust. We stare at her expectantly, chests heaving as we catch our breath. "Ugh," she wipes the dust from her face, expression equally as disappointed when she calls, "Safe." 

Needless to say, we lost 7-0.

"Too easy," Gojo says, a pleasantly smug look on his face. 

All of us could not seem more sour.

"I believe I'm owed a prize."

"Fine," I groan, "What do you want?"

He pretends to think, but I know he's never short on stupid ideas. Finally, he snaps his fingers. "I want you to take me down into the city for ice cream." 

I processed his words a third time in my head, making sure I hadn't heard him wrong. Then I laugh, "Hah! That's easy enough—"

"You're not understanding," he put his hand up, "I want you to take me down into the city, Kaede-chan."

∞

I heave one breath after another, feeling my legs begin to tremble. Sweat dripped down every inch of my body, sticking strands of hair to my forehead and clouding my vision. "Gojo..." I could barely get the words out, stopping again to let myself pant. The heat pouring from his body only made it so much worse. I slow my breath, or at least try to, "Gojo, go ahead."

"One strawberry ice cream please!"

The girl at the ice cream stand continuously shifts her eyes between my sweat drenched face and Gojo on my back. "Sh-should she be carrying you like that?" 

"I'm fine." I lean forward on the stand's counter, trying to relieve some of Gojo's weight. 

"You like you're going to pass out."

"Don't worry, Miss," Gojo says, teetering on my back just to torture me. "What you're seeing here is called discipline."

"Discipline?" Her expression showed so much genuine concern—and possibly fear. "What would call for discipline like this?"

I don't think Gojo is aware of how bizarre it all seems. He proudly declares, "Thinking she could beat me in baseball."

With wide eyes the girl gave Gojo his ice cream and finally he hopped off my back. The front of his shirt was soaked in my sweat. 

I reel over, palms resting on my knees.

"I'm impressed with your endurance. I thought you'd collapse when we reached the bottom of the mountain." I'm too exhausted to think of a tasteful response. "Come on, we'll sit for a while. You earned it." He pulls me to a bench a few blocks down from the ice cream stand, taking a seat as my whole body collapses down on the bench. There's not enough room for my legs, not unless I leave my sweat drenched head in his lap. But the exhaustion makes me careless. "You're ruthless," I murmur. 

For someone who is constantly cold, I found myself completely overheated. My uniform had never felt so thick. The sun had never beat down on my skin so hard. 

Gojo sets his ice cream down on my forehead, and the cold seeping through the paper feels incredible. "I told you I'd win." 

I didn't argue. I let my eyes flutter shut, wondering if it was alright to drift off like this. Eventually, he must have finished his ice cream because the cup left my forehead, and fingers that were not my own began raking through my hair. My eyes snap open instantly, looking up at his neutral expression while he pushes aside every strand stuck to my face. The blue of his eyes is more brilliant than the sky above us. I stare at them until I notice the nice way his nose curves into a point. How his hair musses nicely around his face. 

Maybe it was a heat stroke, but I realize Gojo's face has a natural beauty to it. It's rather striking actually, with the bright sun and clear sky above. I'd have thought he came down from heaven, if it weren't for the way he tormented me. I'm certain he had to have crawled up from the other side. "Do you think Jujutsu aren't supposed to date?" I ask off the top of my head.

His lips part. "Where is this coming from?"

"Mariko and I were talking about it before the game. How most Jujutsu end up alone because it's too hard." I look up at him and wonder if the question is even worth asking. "Do you think that'll happen to us? We'll be alone?"

He's quiet for some time, but slowly smiles wide. "Nonsense! I'll bug you forever if I can." 

My first instinct is to be combative and say I'd rather be alone, but instead I say genuinely, "That sounds nice." 

He smiles and runs his palm over my forehead again. The heat suddenly isn't so bad, and I can't remember how much I struggled to get here. I close my eyes, hoping to stay like this a little longer, but Gojo's phone begins to buzz. I remember who we are, what we do. There's no time for moments like this. There never will be. 

"Suguru?" He listens for a little, then groans, "Okay. We're heading back now." 

When he stands, I'm forced upright. "What is it?" 

"Suguru says we're being called in for a mission. He's covering for us, but we should go back before Yaga realizes we left without permission."

I nod. "I hope you don't think I'm carrying you back up there."

"Unfortunately not." I hold my arms up ready for him to fly us back. "Not that this time. I want to try something." Before I can ask anything more, he grabs my hands, and tugs me forward. The world went dark, and all the air left my lungs. For a moment, however brief, I'm convinced I died. But the world reappears and my lungs find the will to expand. I stumble forward, crashing head first into his chest. "It worked!" he says, completely unaware of the shock that reverberates through my bones. I can't move or think. "I condensed the space between where we were and here, just like you condense time to make time jumps. I finished a few jumps by myself, but this was the first time bringing someone else with me. Now we can just teleport into the city instead off—"

My voice is dry. "What was that?" 

"Hm? I just told you I figured out—"

"You couldn't have warned me first? Everything was so cold!" 

Gojo gains enough sense to realize I'm not okay. His hands grab the sides of my face, pulling me to look up at him. "You look pretty pale." He observes me left and right. "The dimensional change must have left a bad taste in your mouth. I'll smooth the technique out so that doesn't happen again." 

"I thought I died!" 

He laughs. "I'm not killing you yet, Kaede-chan." 

My body had returned to ice, his hands reminiscent of sunshine on my skin. I can't let go, and I can't look away. Not until, "There you are," Geto is there and I pull away, eyes on the floor. Gojo's taken his arms back to himself too, throwing them up as if he were celebrating, "Suguru! You said there's a mission?" 

He has a look on his face I can't read. "We should get ready to go." 

"Great! Let me just change my shirt. Kaede-chan got her gross sweat all over it."

"Uh, not you, Satoru," he says slowly. "The mission's for Kaede and I."

[dongiovannaswife]

You and Gio are so cute. My sister isn't necessarily in the Fandom, but I'll be watching Jojo on my laptop and she'll start blasting Gangsta's Paradise every time your husband is on screen. Also, this just came to my mind but is Yuji like, the piercer at Sukuna's parlor? Because I do like piercings 👀 I'm trying so hard to get my mom to let me pierce my tongue- (Yukimura)

Oh! And to add on, Yuji and I would just watch you and Sukuna flirt but like, in a rival way and we'd both be like, "Hmm, let's set these two up together!" Gojo, the neighboring whatever he does, is all excited and flips out because he's excited his college buddy Sukuna finally has a crush and not just another one night stand type deal. (It was a one sided buddy thing.) Nanami doesn't want Gojo to get involved, but Gojo gets involved. Poor Megumi is caught in the crossfire. (Yukimura) Thank youuuu! And askldsal that song fits him --and seems like she found out lmao.

Yuji's the piercer, yes! In fact (I forgot to add this detail) Sukuna has a lip ring (i have a thing for those okay aklsjda) BUT imagine he does yours once you have permission and *eyes emoji x666*

AND ONCE WE GET TOGETHER,,, Sukuna just comes back into his shop (clearly from mine) with a smudged lipstick stain on his lips and he just. stays there smiling like a fool and goes "guess she's not that bad after all" but his face says he's totally in LOOOOOVEEEE AAAA uwu.

I feel and like the idea of Gojo working on my shop, you know? that way he can keep bothering Nanami when he's there --because let's be real, Nanami doesn't like Sukuna at all but having Gojo there is like "dare flirting with her, Satoru, and you'll dig your grave with a plastic spoon" (and Megumi's trying so hard to stay away from everything --he just wants to finish a design lmao.