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xavisbabie · 4 hours ago

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broken. angst. satoru gojo. ryomen sukuna. chapter index.

The first lesson fatherhood taught Satoru was that he hated sharing.

Watching your boyfriend drop you and his pretty princess off at the playground, pressing a kiss to each of your foreheads and rubbing your back before climbing back into his truck? It was fucking torture.

Made him wonder if he'd passed away in that stupid accident and the past few years were just his own personal hell, being tormented by the prospect of a future where you weren't his.

To see the pretty tilt of your head when you waved at Sukuna as he drove off, a tiny hand clasped in your other one. His girls saying goodbye to the father of the year.

And here he was, trying to catch up in a game he only just realized he was playing.

In a week, you'd sent him probably a thousand photos of Saori over the past two years. Videos too. Her as a baby and babbling. Chewing on toys and toddling. Her first steps and words. It didn't fill the ache in his chest, but it dulled it. Made the harsh edges of the regret not quite as sharp.

Let him video chat with Saori every night for the past week. Usually just for fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour, until she got bored and scampered off to play with toys or grab a snack.

But Satoru still treasured every second. Tried to cement every detail she rambled about and figure out how to translate her toddler talk into real words. Let himself enjoy each one of your smiles and soak in your laughter.

He understood why you didn't tell him. Even if it hurt.

And in the faint circles under your eyes your makeup couldn't conceal, he could tell you were hurting too. Your nails were bitten down, nail polish chipped. Probably just as nervous for this as he was.

You readjusted your bag over one shoulder, Saori already clamoring for you to pick her up with outstretched arms, but Satoru was hurrying to swoop in.

To be the one to hold her this time.

"Satoru, um, hi," You started, a slightly stilted greeting, but Saori had already turned to squeal excitedly at him approaching. All big cheeks and tiny teeth and wide eyes as she chirped papa.

He'd prefer daddy or dada, but he'd take anything from either of you.

Saori was half-sprinting, jumping up against him to be lifted in the air and spun around. She was heavier than he expected, but to be honest, he'd never held a kid like this before, never known what it was like to have one in his arms. Let alone one that was his.

"You wanna play, princess?" He grinned, resting her on his hip like he'd seen you do, using his free hand to poke your cheek.

She eagerly nodded, clumsy hands tugging at his shirt and leaving crumbs behind on the neat blue button-up he picked out like it'd actually impress you today.

You noticed, brows pinched as you sighed. "Sorry, I don't usually let her eat in the car, but-"

"It's fine," Satoru waved it off, smiling at you in the hopes you'd return it.

You did. It wasn't big, or bright, but it was sincere. Soft.

"I wanna swing," Saori tugged at him with one hand, pointing at the swing set on the other side of the playground with the other.

"Sure," He nodded, waiting for you to step forward, to be by his side before he started towards it.

It was a little awkward. Strange to be striding across a park with the woman he still thought of as his other half and the daughter he was desperate to know, but Saori didn't seem to care. Just accepted him as part of her life, another new person to buy her toys and shower her with affection.

Maybe he didn't come to him totally naturally, nearly dropping her trying to get her situated on the seat of the swing, but it was nice to hear you giggle at him catching her and trying to play it cool. Guiding your (and his) daughter's tiny hands to hold onto the chain while he gently nudged her.

But his daughter was like him, and a little airtime wasn't enough.

"Higher," she whined, and you threw him a little look, like fine.

Greed was just in the genes.

And as much as he loved this, as much as he adored spending time with both of you, he still wanted more. To not have to leave from here and go back to his empty fucking apartment while you took her to your pretty house with those blooming hydrangeas and the picket fence he wished was his.

Saori got bored swinging after fifteen minutes, making him chase her and play tag before a little boy came over to tug on the hem of her sleeve and ask her to play with him instead. Satoru felt an unexpectedly sharp pang in his chest when she happily agreed and toddled off after her new friend onto the toddler playground.

"Sucks when she ditches you, doesn't it?" You murmured, understanding and sweet, rubbing the back of your neck as you stood next to him to watch.

"Yeah," He agreed, sucking in a shallow breath. "It does."

You looked up at him, and he was pretty sure his already aching heart stopped. "How have you been?"

"I'm okay," He lied. He was a wreck. He missed you, missed this, missed being by your side and feeling the heat off your skin and the smell of your perfume when it actually was on you instead of just spritzed on his pillow. "Just a lot to adjust to."

You nodded, glancing back over at Saori to make sure she was okay before turning your attention briefly to his face. "Honestly, I figured you probably would've remarried by now."

Satoru barely stifled a laugh.

He'd spent all this time wishing for a redo with you, when you were convinced he moved on with someone else.

"Did you want me to?" He teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"I wanted you to choose," You spoke in a small voice, quiet but steady. And it hit him, something he couldn't believe he never fucking thought of since the day he discovered the divorce paper. "Whatever it was that you wanted."

Part of you had always hoped he'd come back and choose you. And he hadn't. Well, he had, but in the wrong way, too little and too late.

"If I ever got remarried, it'd be to you," Satoru said, only half-teasing now. You shook your head, thinking it was just another joke, and he didn't have it in him to tell you he was being serious.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get remarried," You muttered, and he heard that thread of raw hurt that still tinged your voice, the pieces of you he'd left shattered in that hospital room. The ones his distance only crumbled into dust until you divorced him.

"Oh," He breathed.

And it was wrong, but there was some little spark of hope spreading in his stomach that Sukuna wouldn't get to call you his wife - that maybe there was still some chance for him to fit in your life as more than just a coparent.

"Do you ever think what would happen if we, you know, stayed married?" You asked, looking away from him. Watching Saori with that hint of a smile on your lips, like you couldn't help grinning when your eyes were on her.

"More than I should," Satoru admitted.

"Me too," You confessed, shrugging your shoulders like it didn't mean much. But he knew that wasn't true.

"We probably would've had another kid," He said, and hated himself for how stupid it sounded when your spine went stiff. You looked down at your feet, awkwardly cleared your throat. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said-"

"You're probably right," You interrupted, forcing a smile. "Sukuna just wants to have one, um, you know, give Saori a sibling."

Satoru hadn't realized he still had something left inside him to snap.

"Oh," He said again, but it was broken, barely clinging on to his friendly veneer.

You didn't say anything, and Satoru couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"Um, do you want to?" Satoru eventually asked.

Your shrug wasn't particularly convincing.

"I think I'm going to tell him yes," You admitted, but then Saori tripped, scraping her knee on the small stairs. You were moving first, calling out her name as tears welled in those big blue eyes that looked so much like his own.

You were pulling bandaids out of your bag, scooping her up effortlessly and carrying her over to the closest bench. Getting down on your knees in front of her while you peeled the paper off the back of the bandage and carefully applied it over the broken skin, pressing a kiss on top with promises of getting her a sweet treat while Saori sniffled.

"Are you gonna come?" Saori pouted at him, giving him her best set of puppy dog eyes as he looked to you for approval. And you looked up at him like you wanted him to too.

"Sure, baby," He promised, leaning down to ruffle her hair.

And when he buckled her into the brand new carseat he'd watched three videos to make sure he installed correctly, opened your car door before you could protest, he couldn't help but think this was how it was supposed to be.

His family instead of his ex-wife and the daughter who called another man daddy.

He tried to act unbothered, to smile and fake it while he drove you to some overpriced ice cream shop and ordered your favorite without you needing to ask.

"How'd you remember? I don't think-" You started, brows scrunched together in confusion while he readjusted his hold on Saori.

"Some stuff started coming back," He admitted, and you looked like someone stabbed you. "Mostly about you."

Just sat across the table from him stunned and silent while Saori eagerly chattered about dinosaurs and learning how to count. Satoru ended up spoon-feeding her half the time, napkins scattered across the table at the mess she was making while you barely chimed in.

You pulled out your phone, chewing on your lip when you typed something out and pouted as you deleted and retried. You noticed him looking though, offering yet another smile that doubled as an apology. "Sorry, it's just Sukuna asking when to pick us up."

Hearing his name from your lips left a bitter taste in his mouth.

How could he hate a man that loved you? Took care of his daughter and tucked her in when he wasn't there?

He couldn't. Well, he could (and did), but he was trying his hardest not to.

Satoru didn't want to watch you have another man's baby. Didn't want you to go back home with him. But he didn't have a choice, did he?

"I could drive you," Satoru offered, popping his own spoon in his mouth.

"You really don't have to," You hesitated, and he leaned into the toddler next to him.

"It's no problem," He promised, looking down at his daughter. "You wanna go for another ride in my car?"

"Mhm," She nodded, mouth still stuffed full of ice cream.

"I'll, uh, let him know," You relented.

And it was probably a terrible idea, but he couldn't help what popped into his head watching you stress over a simple text.

"When's the last time you've taken a vacation?"

Your head tilted to the side, confused and a little apprehensive. "What?"

"When?" Satoru asked again.

"Um, our honeymoon, I guess?" You answered honestly, nose scrunching up and lips turning down.

"Why don't we go on another one?" He proposed, stomach flipping over waiting for you to flat-out reject the idea.

"Satoru," You tried to speak firmly, anxiously looking over to see if Saori understood.

"A week or two away. Us and Saori. Let me get to know her better. Probably be nice to get a break from everything and go to the beach, you know?" He suggested, and he could tell you were about to shoot him down. But you looked so pretty biting your lip like that, hesitating like you didn't want to hurt his feelings. "I'll pay for everything. Your boyfriend can come too."

"Are you being serious?" You asked, and he could see the gears in your brain turning as you started to genuinely consider it.

"Of course," He reassured you. "It'll be fun."

He'd just have to manage not to strangle the guy trying to get you pregnant.

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xavisbabie · 4 hours ago

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You always go to bed holding Caleb's left hand.

It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feel—just to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.

Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.

You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.

Though you're no stranger to silence—especially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from it—you can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.

Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.

So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.

Tonight, you get lost in the feeling of him, your other hand landing on his cheek in a soft caress. His skin is warm, and for some reason you weren't expecting the heat.

His pulse kicks faster under your fingertips along his wrist. The spike makes something in your chest loosen. It's okay. He's still here.

You pull his hand off the bed and press your lips to his pulse point—just a whisper of a kiss—soft enough that you think it won’t wake him.

A quiet gasp interrupts the stillness. Moonlight catches on the flutter of his dark lashes before he meets your somber gaze.

“Sorry. Thought you were asleep,” you murmur. A smile tugs at your lips now that you've been pulled from that weird residual grief you're still learning how to get over.

“I was trying,” he teases. He's still playful, even when you're sure he can see something is bothering you. “But it’s hard when you’re…”

He doesn’t finish that thought. He changes the subject too fast, like he always does, putting the spotlight back on you.

“Pips," he whispers, "what was that kiss for?"

Your stomach flutters at how breathless he sounds. Did your touch really affect him that easily?

For a second, you wonder just how much you should reveal. With a hum, you softly reply, "It was a 'thank you.'"

He frowns, like he’s about to ask what for. You decide to save him the trouble.

“For coming back to me.”

That's all you need to say.

His fingers intertwine with yours, forcing you to move on from his fluttering heartbeat and allow him to squeeze your hand reassuringly instead. His lips meet your knuckles, mirroring the same softness of your earlier kiss to his wrist. All the while, his careful gaze never leaves your face.

When he finally parts, he promises, "I always will."

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xavisbabie · 4 hours ago

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“I can always start again, make another kid”

Tags: JJK x fem!Reader, JJK men as dads, slight angst more fluff

Anon requested: I think it could be potentially angsty (With fluffy ending?) in a scenario where their kiddos maybe accidentally hurt their mom, and how the boyos would react? Something like them not knowing their own strength as they get older, especially if reader's a regular human. Only thing is I'm not to sure if Sukuna wouldn't kill his poor boy, even if it were an accident

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

SATORU

All six of his eyes stared at his son in disbelief. How had he not noticed? How had he not felt the shift in power?

He knew that Aoi was getting to that age… The very same age when Satoru’s family stopped seeing him as a child and more as a tool to shift the tides between curses and sorcerers.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared him for the manifestation of Aoi’s cursed energy to immediately lash out at the one person who never saw Satoru as a weapon: his wife.

You were flat on your back, coughing and sputtering after Aoi’s energy forced you back, knocking you off your feet.

Infinity? Perhaps. Maybe it was something more though.

It took Satoru taking one step forward. One step for you to sit up and quickly defend your son. He was just a boy. He didn’t understand.

Satoru’s eyes were wide, pupils the size of pinpoints. One more step forward and you were dragging your body in front of your son’s to protect him.

“Satoru, he didn’t mean to.”

But it wasn’t your voice of reason that made Satoru stop to think for a second. It was the perfect copy of your eyes that you had passed down to your son that made him take pause.

“Dad?” his voice wobbled, reaching up to wipe the guilty tears from his eyes.

His son was not him. He wouldn’t meet the same fate. He’d learn how to control it, but he wouldn’t be forced to use it.

A shudder shot through Satoru’s body, and he crouched down until he was eye level with both of you. “That was pretty intense, huh?” he asked, giving a halfhearted smile. “We’ll work on it.”

“I’m sorry,” his son replied while his lower lip quivered. You wrapped your child up in a hug, assuring him that it was okay.

“I’m sorry too,” was all your husband could manage to say as he pulled both of you into a tight embrace. He was sorry for losing himself to his fear and temper, but more importantly, he was sorry for the “gift” he had passed down to his child.

SUGURU

The twins were too young to know better. They were just playing around, snapping photos on a cellphone, using funny filters to distort images and make them look funny.

“Mama, smile!” Mimiko cheerfully shouted. You couldn’t even get your back turned towards your daughter before Suguru’s body collided with yours, tackling you down to the ground.

He shielded you, deciding that he’d rather take the risk than for you. “Girls!” His voice sounded.. unfamiliar. His anger rarely came out in a raised tone, especially towards your two young children.

The twins froze in place. Nanako’s eyes filled with tears almost immediately while Mimiko curled into her sister. They looked almost as frightened as the day Suguru found them.

The phone fell, clattering against the floor. After a moment of silence where Suguru looked over your body carefully ensuring you were okay, he slowly rose from the ground.

“How many times have I told you two to not play around with that thing?” he asked, his voice taking on a more parental one rather than seething anger.

“We’re sorry! We were just having fun!” Both of them spoke in sync, cowering from their father as they knew they were in big trouble.

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, and a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. The parenting books didn’t prepare him for his daughters potentially killing his wife.

“Would it be fun when we’d have to bury your mom? Would it be fun when you two would have to bear the weight of taking a life? Would it be fun when I’d—“

“Suguru,” you interrupted, getting up to hold his arm. “They’re just kids. They don’t understand the weight of their actions. This is a teaching moment. Do not frighten them.”

He knew you were right. You were always the voice of reason. What would he do without you? What kind of parent would he be if his own daughters ripped you away from him?

The mere thought made his head pound. He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he whispered, conceding from his anger. “Okay.” He turned towards your daughters, ready to be a teacher instead of a husband.

NANAMI

Hana had a nasty habit, and it had started when she was just a chubby toddler. Perhaps, it came from playing with Yuji too much, or maybe it was something she had somehow witnessed during the times Nanami and Ino would spar.

She’d swing her open palm, slapping her nearest victim.

Nanami had done everything he could think to discourage her from doing so. He never rewarded her misbehavior, never gave her any positive attention when she would hit someone.

His voice would be taut — strained. “We do not hit. That is not okay.”

She had gotten better — never slapping anyone with a smile on her face. When she was four, she even began to chastise Suguru’s girls when they would get into cat fights and slap each other. “We do not hit!” her tiny voice would hold so much confidence, enough to make Nanami proud.

However, she would lose her temper sometimes. She really was a good kid, hardly ever getting into trouble, but when she was tired… that sort of cranky behavior definitely came from you.

She hadn’t napped at all that day, refusing to close her eyes even for a second. All day, she had kept you on your toes, like she had decided that today was meant for pushing boundaries.

“One more!” she screamed, her tiny eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“Hana, I’ve already allowed you to watch more than your allotted screen time. It’s time to stop watching Bluey and get to bed.” You walked up to where she was standing with her arms crossed over her chest. Her lips were curled into a pout.

Nanami was seated at the dining room table, his glasses hanging low on his nose as he was trying to help Yuji with his homework, but he kept an ear out for what was taking place in the living room.

“I want more Bluey!” She stomped her foot, her voice shaking through the house. How could someone so small have such a powerful tone?

You reached out to pat her on the back — to gently guide her towards her bedroom. You knew as soon as her head touched the pillow, she would fall fast asleep. It was just a chore getting her there.

Hana’s hand swatted out, slapping against your arm with enough force to cause you to stumble. The outline of her handprint had welted up on your skin almost immediately. She had hit a 7:3 ratio without meaning to, without knowing she had.

You heard the sound of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor and pairs of footsteps rushed into the living room from all the ruckus. Gritting your teeth through the pain, each pore on your arm pinpricked in blood.

Nanami got down onto his knees, looking at your arm carefully. His body was rigid, leaking in anger and concern. He leaned into you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t think— I should’ve known it’d happen eventually. I know it hurts. Are you okay?”

It was his power that Hana had inherited; therefore it was his responsibility.

Before you could answer him, he turned his attention towards Hana. His stare held enough heat to scorch her alive. His anger and disappointment were barely contained.

But it was Yuji who was crouched in front of Hana, holding her arms so she’d look at him in the eyes. Yuji was Hana’s role model. He was the cool older brother — the one who never showed any ounce of disapproval towards her.

So, when he looked at her with the most serious of expressions, she froze. “That wasn’t nice, Hana. Look at how you hurt mom. I get you were frustrated, but this hitting thing you do has to stop right here — right now.”

Hana’s big hazel eyes welled up in tears. The amount of embarrassment she felt while being scolded by her older brother was insurmountable. She turned her head towards you and Nanami, seeing the outcome of her outburst.

“I’m so sorry, mama…”

So many conflicting emotions surged through Nanami. He didn’t even think he had the words to say. Perhaps nothing needed to be said after Yuji’s calm words. “Come here, you two,” he said, opening his arms to invite your kids into an embrace with all of you.

TOJI

Megumi’s disrespectful teen years definitely resembled Toji’s rebellious streak. Of course, Toji had a completely different childhood, and his rebellion from the Zenin clan had been definitely justified.

So, when Megumi started to talk back and give apathetic responses to you, Toji saw him as an ungrateful little shit.

You had been nothing but patient and kind. You never let your emotions take over your parenting. You were firm and empathetic at the same time. You were the best mom he could’ve chosen to have his kid, and here Megumi was blatantly disrespecting you in his house.

“Why should I listen to you?” Toji raised his eyes to see his son, still a scrawny teenager standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. You were standing in front of him, trying to get him to do his laundry. “I have things I need to be working on school, cursed techniques, domain expansions. I know you two can’t understand…”

Toji clenched his jaw so hard that his ears began to ring. Could this kid not hear himself? Was this another prank to get himself riled up?

“‘Gumi, I won’t be around to do your laundry forever, you know. You need to learn responsibility.” You were being too nice in Toji’s opinion. You should’ve already smacked some sense into Megumi.

“Responsibility? You can’t even begin to comprehend the level of responsibility I have.” Megumi’s hands twitched at his sides. He was still in the process of learning all ten shadows, and he felt like neither you nor Toji could see how much pressure he was under.

His fingers bent into shape, deciding he’d just show you the level of responsibility he has. When two wolves seemingly materialized from shadows in front of you, Toji had enough.

Your husband was on him in an instant. “You don’t even understand the level of responsibility you have, you twat—“ He had Megumi down to the floor before anyone could say or do anything. “Recall them or I’ll break every goddamn bone in your hand.”

“Who’s a good boy~?” Your voice gave Toji pause. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder. Megumi’s vicious beasts were currently being placated by your love and affection.

His white wolf rolled over on his back, preening for belly rubs as the darker one nuzzled into your arm. Both of them had been practically tamed within a matter of seconds by your hand.

Toji slowly looked back towards Megumi, who was staring up at him with wide frightened eyes. “If those two mutts would’ve hurt your mama, I would’ve brought the inverted spear of heaven out of retirement. Next time you want a fight. You come fight me like a man.” He shoved his son back against the floor and got up to click his tongue at how you loved on the two dogs as if they weren’t bred for destruction.

Perhaps, it stemmed from the same love you gave to Toji as if he wasn’t bred for destruction.

SUKUNA

“Dismantle.”

Silence. Nothing.

“Again,” Sukuna ordered.

“Dismantle,” Ryu said with more energy this time, pulling from his very being to try and make literally anything happen.

Crickets.

Sukuna’s eyes observed his son’s posture. He had his stance right. Sukuna could feel the energy that resembled his own, but Ryu lacked the confidence to wield it. The king of curse’s inherited energy didn’t bow to someone who was unsure about it.

“You’ll get it eventually, sweetheart,” you said lovingly as you placed your hand on Ryu’s shoulder, giving him a small squeeze.

Ryu swiftly jerked away, feeling his frustration bubble over. You were just too doting, and his dad was too cold.

“What are you doing here, woman? I told you to stay inside while I taught him.”

“You two need to take a break. It’s lunch time.”

Ryu fisted at his hair angrily. If he could just get this right, then there wouldn’t be a problem. He wouldn’t have to sit out here with his dad and feel like a complete failure day in and day out.

His energy cracked to life, and he closed his eyes tightly, calling to his energy. “Dismantle.”

Sukuna went still as he watched the slice of energy soar through the air. He gripped your arms tightly. “Cursed wicker basket.”

It was the only counter he could think of on a split second notice. A weaved protection wrapped around you and Sukuna… protecting you two from the “must-hit” nature of dismantle.

Once your husband was certain of your safety, the basket withered away, and he was face-to-face with his petrified son.

“Dad, I didn’t mean…”

“Silence.” The king of curses ordered as he stalked forward, seeping rage from every pore. Ryu staggered back, eyes wide with a fear he has never known. “Do not cower from me, boy.”

Sukuna practically lifted your son up by the collar of his t-shirt before you ran up and pawed at his arms, trying to get him to release him. “Kuna— put him down. He clearly wasn’t thinking. He didn’t mean to cause any harm.”

Your husband only continued to eye his son with enough fury to make the devil himself quake. “You wish to slaughter the only one who begs for your salvation?”

That’s when the tears started. Ryu wasn’t quite old enough to understand the consequences of his actions, but he was old enough to understand that he didn’t want to hurt his mom. “No!” he choked out in a sob.

“Put my son down. Now.” You no longer begged. You commanded.

Sukuna slid his gaze to you, and a ghost of a smile swept across his face. He loved the way you were daring enough to stand up to him.

He dropped Ryu with cold callousness. “You only get one true mother in this life. It’d be wise if you didn’t slice her in half, or else I will do the same to you… slowly.”

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You will pretend that cursed wicker basket is a viable counter to dismantle. I don’t care to hear otherwise.

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xavisbabie · 4 hours ago

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don't start with me

synopsis: the jjk men pissing you off

characters: nanami, satoru, suguru, toji

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nanami Kento

Kento has this habit when he’s working that irritates you so much. Pen. Clicking. Writing documents? Documents that need his signature? Even a simple note that he places on your lunch box? There’s always a soft click clack coming from him whenever he’s writing.

He’s signing some documents on your couch when you plopped down beside him. It isn’t long before you hear that familiar click clack—then you’re glaring at him.

“Stop it.” You sternly say, and Kento looks up to see you shooting daggers at him.

“Stop what, darling?”

You point to his pen. He looks at his hand and laughs before quickly pressing his pen—click clack click clack.

You throw a pillow at him, “Kento!”

He chuckles, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

He smirks, and something tells you he won’t.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Gojo Satoru

The moment you started dating Satoru, you knew not everything about him was normal. But you didn’t know this also applied to food. He had this particular way of eating a corndog that annoyed you so much. First, he would eat the cover of the hotdog, then he would eat the hotdog. And normally, you wouldn’t have a problem with it—you weren’t the type to care about how people eat. If it weren’t for the crumbs. The. Bread. Crumbs.

He would get it all over his shirt, the table—even you sometimes! When he forgets to pat down his shirt, which is always. Your eye twitches when you see him eating another corndog.

You point at him, “You. Out.” Then point to the door leading to the terrace.

His jaw drops—he’s never heard you talk to him this way.

“Baby? What did I do?”

You roll your eyes, “Unless you learn how to eat a corndog the normal way, you’re not eating inside our house.”

You hear him mumbling as he heads towards the terrace.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, baby! I love you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Geto Suguru

Suguru had this habit of leaving his robes everywhere, and since almost always you’re in the same space, you always end up tripping on said robes. Last time, you ended up with tea all over you, and now with rug burn on your cheek from how hard you fell.

“Suguru!” You shout. Silence. You scream again, “Geto Suguru! Come here!”

You hear soft padding on the floor, out comes your husband with that fake soft smile he used when dealing with clients.

“…Why are you on the floor, pretty girl?”

You want to smack that smile off his. You scowl, “You tell me, why are your robes on the floor again when I specifically told you to place them on the laundry basket!”

There was a pause. Then he knelt down and placed his hand on your reddened cheek.

“I’m sorry, pretty. I must’ve forgotten after the meeting last night. Are you okay? Let’s put some ice on that. I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”

“You do it again and the couch is your new bed.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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