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[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of soft!Yandere shiggy with a pro hero darling whose quirk he stole.

Tw: non-con

You were once a hero.

A beautiful, shining star. One that bore through the dark times of the war. But now—now you couldn’t even say that— as you stared at your reflection through the cracked glass of what once used to be a mirror. Gone was the young, dazzling hero you used to be. Now, you were simply a shadow of your former self. You had been for a while now. Well, ever since he took you.

A disgusting, and filthy man he was. A villain. You had the misfortune of catching his eye, and like the selfish bastard he’d proven himself to be, he took you. Like some crazed collector, he’s kept you locked away for god knows how long. Left to collect dust, and rot away for all of eternity. A part of you wonders just how long he’d been watching you. You’ve come across his many stashes, all while trying to find ways to escape this place. Many of them contained pictures of you that you didn’t even know were taken. A lot of them were of you in what you thought was the privacy of your own home. The more you think of it, the more angry, and terrified you get. It was pointless now, though. The place you found yourself holed up in was by no means inescapable.

Well, if you still had a quirk— that is.

The apartment itself is decent sized, surrounded by flimsy brick walls. Hollow ones. You could easily kick your way out in no time. But it seems your captor knew that very well. It’s why he absorbed your quirk the minute you awoke in this place. It was—painful, to say the least, to feel something that was once apart of you get torn away like flesh. But he didn’t care. In fact, he seemed to relax at the fact that he’d rendered you powerless. However, unfortunately for you, not only was your main source of protection gone, but the effects of its brutal elimination were taking a toll on your body. You could barely keep yourself upright for more than a few minutes at a time, and it didn’t help that your captor kept you linked to a heavy ankle chain that threw you off-balance every time you took a step. Somehow deeming that you were a flight risk, even though you couldn’t even keep your balance long to enough to run. How dumb.

As you continued to stare at your cracked reflection, you noticed the various welts on your skin. Some were from you injuring yourself, and others from were him. Your hair was matted mess, and your eyes looked so hollow. You gently raised your hands to swipe at the heavy eye bags under them, feeling how puffy, and irritated the skin was there. You looked awful. Truly. You’d lost all of your muscle that you’d once worked so hard to get, and maintain. Everything had long since settled to fat. You hated this. You hated him. You loathed him for taking your life away from you. The selfish bastard. You’d kill him, you-

You stumbled, nearly missing the bathroom counter as you caught yourself from falling over. You steadied yourself, and trudged back out into the bedroom. There, you carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. Everything was spinning. Must’ve gotten too worked up again. As a normal person, your body was beyond weak. Mundane tasks took hours to complete, let alone attempt. It made you rely on him for basically everything. You couldn’t even wash yourself properly without help. It was hard, going from an aspiring hero, to this. You hated what he’d done to you.

You let you head fall into your hands as you quietly cried tears of pity for yourself. However, your peace was soon interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. The loud chaotic sound of the party going on downstairs filled the apartment for a brief second, before the door closed back. The sound of silence taking back its rightful place. You heard his boots get shoved off by the front door, accompanied with a heavy sigh. You’d been holding your breath, and you didn’t even know it. That was another thing that kept you tied to this apartment. Right underneath this place, was a lounge filled to the brim with villains. Ones you wouldn’t even stand a chance against with or without your powers.

You didn’t even notice he was in the room with you, until you felt the bed dip right next you. At which, you quickly turned to see his face only inches away from yours. His breath smelt of alcohol, and something else fruity. You didn’t want to know. Slowly, you shuffled away from him, but he closed the distance immediately. Wrapping his heavily scared arms around you, and pulling you onto his lap. He breathed in your scent, and you did your best to avoid breathing in his. “…missed you.” He murmured, puckering his lips, as he began kissing down your neck and chest, his gloved hands lightly digging into your sides to keep you close to him.

You couldn’t get free of his hold even if you tried. You were no match for him, he’d made sure of that. Instead, you’d learned early on that he hated when you cried, so you did just that. Forcing some faux tears to the surface, you did your best to put on a pitiful act. You sniffled a little louder, and did a little sad huff to really sell the act, and it worked. His slow attack on your chest ceased, as he realized you were crying. You’d gotten his attention, now you just had to keep it. If you somehow managed to convince him that you were struggling with something and that you needed his help, you may be able to get out of becoming his personal stress reliever for the next few hours. If not, then you knew what was coming next. He had his days when it came down to how much leeway you’d get, and most times crocodile tears didn’t work on him. But, it was worth a try. “Why are you crying?” He asked. His voice so low and quiet, almost as if he was afraid he’d scare you away if he spoke any louder. Fucking disgusting. You must’ve taken too long to respond though, as he hooked a finger under your chin, and steered your head back towards him. There, your eyes mistakenly met his vibrant red ones. You hated looking at him, and so you were quick to try and focus on anything that wasn’t him.

“Hmm? Why are you sad pretty girl?” He cooed, tilting his head to the side almost in an attempt to mock you, and brushing his knuckles down your cheeks. It made you sick. You thought about your next choice of words carefully. You just need to redirect his attention, that’s all. You could do this. “I-I need help…Tomura.” You mumbled, shifting your head away from his hand, and lightly tugging at his shirt. Even with your gaze aimed down, you didn’t miss that sly smile that spread across his chapped lips. He loved when you needed him, or maybe he just liked to hear you beg for things. Simple things, at that. “Anything.” He answered, almost too quickly. You let out a shaky sigh, and in the meekest voice possible, you asked him to help you into the shower, as you were long overdue for one.

He snickered, before leaning up against your ear. “Mm, ’course I can. But, what do I get in return?” He growled, lazily licking the shell of your ear. Tilting his head ever so slightly to reach his tongue in deeper. You refrained from cringing as much as you wanted to. Only slightly wincing as you tried to scoot away from him to get some space to breathe your own air, but that proved to be nearly impossible with the hold he had on you. “I can clean—or cook. I can cook!” You tried, doing your best to delay the inevitable. He paused his assault on you ear for a second, before choking out a raspy laugh. “N’ how you gonna do that? Can’t even stand that long, babe.” He taunted. You remained quiet, careful not to play into his stupid games. “I can do it.” You bit out. “Oh yeah? How ‘bout this then. If you start falling over, like you always do, then I’ll fuck you right there on the counter. N’ I can’t say that I’ll be nice.” He sneered, and you felt your heart drop. He’d taken you multiple times. Some times more brutally than others, he didn’t care.

You knew you’d lost the moment his hand slipped underneath the bleach faded shirt you were wearing. His tongue lolling out to lick up your tears, before he began pressing kisses all over your face. You wanted to vomit, to scream your lungs out. To garner the strength to ultimately push him off of you, but you knew better than to fight him. He could be cruel, even more so than he already was. You preferred this calmer version of him, rather than the person he turns into when his little fantasy is jeopardized. You lied there motionless as he dusted your articles of clothing. His breathing getting louder as he removed his own, throwing them into different corners of his room before he was back on you. He carefully swiped away at the dust that was on your body, before putting his gloves back on to fully touch you.

He suckled your breasts as though he was expecting something to come out. You knew you’d be sore in the morning, and no amount numbing cream would solve the problem. He worked his way down your body, sucking and nipping at your skin. From the time he took you, up until now, you’d say he’d learned patience. Before, he used to shove himself in dry, using only his spit as lube. At least now he seemed to care a little bit about you. His fingers dipped down to your entrance, and one began circling your clit. A tiny moan slipped from you before you could stop it, and he huffed a laugh at it. Raising his head to kiss your face, before continuing to work you open.

You don’t know how, or when the change started happening. When he stopped gripping your face to keep you from screaming obscenities at him. Instead, kissing you to keep you silent. Instead of shoving your face into the pillows, he’d keep you on your back, or on top of him. Just as long as he could see your face and your expressions—you concurred. His pace wasn’t as rough and brutal, instead it was slow and languid. As he curled his fingers in a particular spot, you bit down on your tongue to silence your voice as you came embarrassingly hard on his fingers. You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smiling. You felt his hands leave you, and you didn’t bother to look. Your legs stayed open as you shook with the aftershocks from your orgasm, and it wasn’t long before you felt his tip prodding at your entrance. You instinctively tensed up, and he noticed. Cooing at you to relax, and to not fight him. This would have to be the nth time he’d taken you, but you couldn’t help but cry, and hope that someone would save you from this monster— as he pushed in. Groaning shamelessly at your tightness as he slowly ground into you, you had to keep telling yourself to breathe, lest you have a panic attack. His size was always surprising, it was even worse back when he didn’t care to prepare you.

Gripping your thighs, he held you steady as he bottomed out. Subconsciously, you held your breath, and prepared yourself to be ravaged, but the time never came. Instead, he reached behind him, and pulled some blankets over the two of you, before resting on his elbows. With you still shock, you hadn’t noticed your mouth was a little open. He kissed you then, slipping his tongue into your pliant mouth, slowly, sensually, as he started to move. As much as you hated it, with him moving slower than he used to, you could feel every pulsing vein as his shaft rubbed against your slick walls.

It was leading to something beginning to pool in your stomach, and you hated it. You hated how good he was making you feel right now. How he was making you question things. How he was making you second guess yourself. He picked up the pace, and you got the wind knocked out of you. He was hitting parts that you’d never felt before. And without warning, you came around him. Lightly shaking as he fucked you through your second orgasm. You needed something to ground you, so you grabbed his forearm, digging your nails into his skin only made him moan. He pulled away then, a trail of saliva dribbling down from his mouth, as he shamelessly caught it with his tongue. You visibly cringed, and he laughed. Fondling your breasts, he pinched at your sore nipples, and you let a little distressed cry escape you, and he snapped. His pace increased, and soon enough he was fucking you deep into the mattress. You tried to focus on breathing, but as he tore another orgasm from you, you began to hyperventilate. It was all too much. He got rougher, manhandling your exhausted body to get even deeper as he chased his release.

He came with a low whine, nuzzling into your neck as you laid there lightly trembling, your body well past the point of exhaustion— feeling his cock release spurt, after spurt inside you. He collapsed on top of you shortly after, sneering as he gathered you in his arms.

“I’ll get you that shower a little later, ‘kay?”

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of a nasty yandere!Dabi kidnapping an unfortunate college student:

he's the spitting image of a freak that most people imagine whenever they listen to true crime podcasts. the kind of monster that most kids claim they saw at least once under their bed or in their closet. in more ways than one, this was all true, because it takes a special type of person to do what this monster has done to you:

It happened in broad daylight, the supposed "safe" time of the day.

It took much of nothing to grab you and drag you into a less frequented back alley. At the time, you were so caught off guard, so confused that this very thing that you'd only read about and saw in horror movies was actually happening to you. More or less in the afternoon with the sun still out. You kicked, and struggled but your captor didn't really seem to mind. In fact, it seemed as though he found your pathetic attempts to free yourself rather amusing, judging by the deep rumblings you felt vibrating against your own back. You clawed at his arms, bit at his hand that felt like it was suction-cupped to your face. Hell, you even tried digging your poor white converse into the grooves of the sidewalk, anything to slow him down, maybe to even collect some of his DNA in the case he does murder you. But nothing you did worked, nor did it slow him down, you’d broken your fingernails from clawing at his disgustingly tough, rubber-like skin, and all the shuffling with your feet did was manage to further dirty your converse even more so than they already were. He carried you like this wasn’t his first time doing this. Like you were nothing more that a moving bag of flour that he had the misfortune of carrying. Eventually he grew tired of your flailing, and you felt as he dropped you onto the rough concrete below. Not even a second later his hands were around your neck. As you stared up at him, you couldn’t recognize him as someone you knew.

You awoke with the worst headache you’d ever had in your life. Your head throbbed and pulsed, and you instinctively tried to reach your hand over to your nightstand to grab the glass of water that you always kept there, but you were stopped just short of it. Confused, and with your eyes still closed, you frowned, and tried to reach for it again. This time trying your other hand, but for some reason, you couldn’t move any farther than you already had. Feeling a bit scared, your eyes shot open, and all of a sudden, memories from what happened earlier came rushing back to you. As your eyes scanned the barren room you found yourself in, you looked down to see that you were dressed in only your undergarments, with chains running from your ankles to a rusted bed post, the same was apparent with your hands as well. Remembering the fact you’d quite literally been choked out, your fingers massaged the swollen skin around your neck, and it made your situation that much worse. Just what did this person want with you? Was it money? Or something else. While shock stole your breath away, you heard the sound of shuffling coming from outside the room you were in. Almost like a survival response, you laid back in the same position you awoke in, and slowed your breathing. You did your best to keep your eyelids still, giving the impression that you were still asleep. But when the metal door to your room creaked open, and you heard the sound of eerily quiet footsteps near your vulnerable form, before stopping by the foot of the bed, you couldn’t control your breathing, and almost as a way to really sell the fact that you were asleep, you tried rolling over onto your side to cover your face, but before you could, he caught your leg.

That hand, you remember it well. The contrast of it made goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin, as you subtly shifted away from it. He didn’t let you, tightening his grip on your calf, before you felt a blistering heat that forced you to abandon your sleeping act in favor of saving your leg from possibly suffering from 3rd degree burns. However, once you got your leg free from him, you knew you messed up. You’d blown your act entirely, and as you slowly peered up at your kidnapper, you realized you’d played right into his trap.

“…rise n’shine pretty girl.” He grinned, his staples barely accommodating the huge stretch.

[xileonaaaa]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well❤️ I saw your asks were open!!! I was wondering (if you haven’t already done this) if you could do JJK boys and their love languages? Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Itadori, Toji… or ig any of them:3 I hope you’re having a good night/day!! Remember to take care of yourself ❤️

Hello! I know I'm getting around to this ask super-duper late, but I genuinely had no idea on how to do this. 😭🫶 I hope you enjoy!(I added choso, and sukuna because I couldn't think of anything unique for yuji or megumi, hope that's okay.)

I couldn't stick to a specific au so....yea.

Love Language Hc’s

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・❥・> Gojo:

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If he were his younger self, he’d tease you all the way to hell, but you’ll find that as he grows up and gets older, he matures.

Instead of always beating around the bush, or giving you backhanded compliments, you’d probably find that he’s ridiculously straightforward with his feelings. There would be no confusion, or guessing games, he’ll tell you exactly what it is he’s feeling, what he wants, and what's on his mind. He’s very open.

He’ll let you know when he’s feeling a bit let down, if you hurt him, etc. Now, his version of communication is quite different from yours, as he goes about telling you how you may have hurt him in a joking manner. It’s up to you to pick up what he’s trying to put down. (No need to fret though, he’s a tough cookie. In his words, he’s like a cockroach. Stubborn, and seriously in love with you.)

As petty as he can be, he never holds past arguments or what he likes to call “disagreements” against you.

He loves to give you grandiose gifts, and he loves surprising you with them even more. Even if you are a humble person, he’ll still gift you crazy expensive things. (If it really makes you uncomfortable, he won’t do it.)

He spends every ounce of his free time with you. Even if neither of you are talking, he loves to just rest his head in your lap and just bask in your presence. (His younger self would’ve talked your ear off while doing so, but now that he’s older, he prefers the silence and the occassional sounds of tapping that accompanies you as you scroll through your feed.)

He tries his best to indulge in your hobbies. He’s a simple man really, even though he appears very complicated. Seeing you do something you love makes him happy, so he’ll try his best to do it with you. (He’ll probably outdo you by a long shot, so he does his best to not overdo anything, no matter how hard it is. (He doesn’t wanna steal your limelight.)

He takes small items that you use on a daily-with him on missions, keeping them safely tucked away in his pockets. Whenever he’s feeling a little anxious, or concerned about something, he’ll reach in his pocket and twirl your little trinket around in his hand. It always helps to calm him down.

He’s quick to reprimand anyone if he feels they’re getting a little too up-close-and-comfortable with him. Even though he technically has infinity on 24/7 whenever he’s outside of his house, it still doesn’t protect him against the dangers of both women and men that try and throw themselves at him. (Younger him would’ve been so flattered, he would’ve made it a show to play into these advances just to make you angry. He wouldn’t do that now, any type of distress he may put you through, even if it is on accident, makes him feel horrible.)

He does NOT try to hide just how clingy he is when out in public.

He listens more than he talks whenever he’s with you. Your opinion matters greatly to him.

Whenever he can, he does his best to help you out around the house. Simple things like putting his shoes in the rack by the front door, cleaning up any dishes that are left in the sink, and making sure all of his clothes made it into the laundry basket.

He makes sure he tells you he loves you every single day.

This man loves you so, so much and is constantly thanking you for putting up with him and all of his crazy antics. Gojo is the type of man to want to change, and do better for both himself, and just in general, just to impress you. Making you feel safe, and having you trust him is all he could ever ask for.

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・❥・> Geto:

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He's very passionate about you.

The biggest thing he does to show his love for you, is taking care of all of your needs.

He looks rather cold, and to the public eye, he even seems a little sadistic (that's putting it very lightly), but to you, he’s the absolute warmest.

He’s very observant, and if there’s anything off about you, he’ll know in an instant. (It's like he has super senses, and can detect potential arguments from a mile away.)

He keeps to himself when out and about, but he’s a such clingy guy behind closed doors it’s ridiculous. (He’s not as bad as Gojo, but he’s up there.)

When out in public, he mainly keeps his hands to himself. However, every once in a while he would do small, subtle things like pressing little kisses to your forehead, and holding your hand, things of that caliber.

His favorite past time is having you rest on his chest while he reads. (He loves watching your relaxed form rise and fall, softly patting your head and feeling that you're here with him.)

He absolutely loves smothering you with kisses and all of the love he has to offer.

It’s pretty hard for him to express what he’s feeling, but he does his best to show you how much he appreciates you. (Small things, like cooking for you when you're tired or feeling under the weather. Shoulder massages and foot rubs are a big thing too, he's really good at them.)

He’s always the first one to scold you about your health. (You know better than to let a cough slip out around him. He'll have you back in bed, wrapped up tightly in sheets while he checks your temperature, in a matter of seconds.)

He can be a little harsh at times, but that’s only when he’s trying to get his point across. (He’s most often right anyways.)

One thing that probably won’t ever change about him, is his serious love to dote on you. (He’s a firm believer of “Anything my girl wants, she’s getting it.”)

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・❥・> Toji:

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

He nags and bickers with you from time to time, but he is very attentive, maybe even more so than you. (Only thing is that he'll sometimes choose to ignore things just because he's too lazy to deal with whatever it is.)

He notices when you're having a bad day, or is feeling under the weather, and he tries his best to make you feel better.

Due to your very differnt lifestyles, the two of you often clash heads, and it's usually him in the wrong. (He's so awkward that it's virtually impossible not to burst out laughing when this absolute unit of a man shows up at your doorstep with a bouquet of roses and a box of your favorite chocolates, softly apologizing, and saying that he'll do better. You immediately forgive him, but you don't miss out on the opportunity to scold him a bit while he's still feeling guilty. He does end up doing better.)

Though he can be a pain in the ass, and very difficult to understand, theres no doubt that he cares about you, genuinely. (You can see it in the small things that he does. For example, ever the traditional man, he keeps you on the inside when walking on the sidewalk. He never lets you open doors for yourself, and when you're having a hard time speaking up to someone, he'll chime in with his booming voice and reinstate whatever it is that you say.)

Toji isn't one for words, he finds them pointless, worthless even. So, he shows his love for you by performing acts of service. (Your car is running a bit loud? He'll make a mental note to fix it after he gets home from work, so when you go to work the next morning, you wont have any problems.)

He actually loves helping you with whatever you're doing, just don't nag him too much. (He'll kiss you to shut you up.)

Believe it or not, he's actually a pretty clingy guy. (He'd never, in-a -million-years admit it, and if you were to ever point it out, better believe you're getting the cold shoulder for a week.)

When he's missing your silly face, or voice, he'll sometimes call you, but won't say anything when you answer. (He just silently chuckles to himself when he hears your goofy little "...hello? Hellooooo~" on the other end.

His favorite past time has to be cuddling on the couch that's way too small for the both of you. (Just having you rest on top of him feels so grounding, and nice, that he completely forgets that half of his body is hanging off the side.)

He sucks at cooking anything besides breakfast food, and even that he sometimes ends up burning. Nevertheless, he still accompanies you to the grocery store to help pick out ingredients for dinner, and carry the bags back to the car.

No matter what Toji says, he can't deny that he loves that feeling in his chest when you thank him for fixing whatever was broken for you.

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・❥・> Choso:

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He's such a sweetie pie.

Every morning without fail, he gets up before you, kissing you 'good morning,' before heading off into the bathroom to freshen up. (He's a certified and dedicated house husband!)

He makes you a hearty breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday, and makes sure that you have enough of your morning tea (or coffee) in your favorite thermos to last you throughout your day at work.

He does everything you could ever ask for around the house, and somehow always has the energy to take care of you after you get home from work.

He remembers every single important date, anniversary, birthday that there ever is. (He's the one asking "Do you know what special day it is today, my love?")

He does his very best to make your life as stress-free as possible, and loves recieving praise from his hard work.

He's extra clingy, more so when you have to go to work. (He'll hug you for just a little longer than usual, simply because he doesn't want to let his beautiful girl leave him just yet. "Just 5 more minutes, he won't let you be late." He promises.)

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・❥・> Sukuna:

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

(Heian-Era/True form sukuna)

He's a strange one.

Many people would think he'd be absolutely insufferable and ridiculously hard to be around, but to you, he's such a sweetheart.

Sukuna is the type of guy who has absolutely zero experience with understanding people and just emotions in general, and there's no exception for you. (He's so used to fake people sucking up to him for either their lives to be spared, or just to get a lick of his power. Poor guy doesn't know what's real and what's not. Up unitl now though, he's never even had to bother distinguishing the two.)

Due to his ignorance, its only natural the two of you would clash heads at the beginning of your relationship. Despite this, and his overwhelming stubbornness, Sukuna does his best to learn you.

He learns what makes you happy, what makes you smile, and want to sleep in the same bed with him at night.

He changes his ways to become even softer with you. (Small things that he normally wouldn't even think twice about, he starts fixing. Things like regulating how much strength he uses when he spars with you or gently cupping your hand to tug you in his direction instead of dragging you to him when he wants to be closer.

Whenever you want to talk just for the fun of it, he's there, humming along with his low, baratone voice, taking in every word you say. (He never dismisses you, or anything of that nature. Even though he loves his peace, he doesn't mind the sound of you speaking.)

He likes watching the way you figure out puzzles or work on any project that you may have started on at the house. (He'd offered his assistance in the form of towering over you in silence, but you assured him that you were okay.)

When he goes out for the day, instead of tormenting sorcerers or ripping apart other curses that dared to challenge him, he was out with urame trying to figure out which color flowers matched your eyes the best.

He loves presenting you with the gifts that he crafts himself. (He's very good with his many hands, and his gifts would range from flower crowns, to beautifully arranged bouquets, to even delicate necklaces crafted from the finest metals.)

Sukuna is clingy in his own way. (For example, he loves carrying you around the house like you're a newlywed. Or maybe having you rest in his lap while he brushes away some stray strands of your hair from your face. His favorite thing to do is have you sit up on his broad shoulders while you watch him cook for the both of you. Occasionally, to let you know he hasn't forgotten your presence, he'll rub the sides of your calves, before pressing little kisses to them. It's almost as if he wants to keep you with him wherever he goes, and it's so cute.)

He accompanies you on your trips to town, or anywhere else, without you even having to ask. Its like second nature now. Whenever he sees you getting dressed, and dolling up, he's already by the front door waiting for you to come out of the bedroom. (It's quite endearing that this absolute unit of a man follows you around in a shopping center when he could very well be doing anything but being your designated bag holder.)

Sukuna does his best to understand when you're frustrated, or angry, or maybe even sad. (He doesn't really understand all of these emotions just yet, but with time, he's sure he'll have every single one of your emotions memorized.)

You'll probably find that wherever you are in the house, Sukuna is either already there, or is just making his way over to join you. (He loves being around you, but he'll never admit that out loud.)

There goes without saying that Sukuna doesn't like alot of people, but you, you give him comfort. You make him appreciate his appearance, and his overwhelming strength. You make him feel warm inside. You love him, and he will forever love you.

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Hope you enjoyed, this was my first time writing so many characters at once, so I hope I didn’t disappoint 😭🙏💕

[xileonaaaa]

What if you were mama-gumi?

Toji x reader | High school Trope 💕

*He’s not some hyper sexual animal, nor is he some brain dead killer. Sorry not sorry 😐

Toji!Zenin who never showed up to school, and when he did, he’d almost always appear with nasty looking bruises all over his arms, and neck.

Toji!Zenin who happened to be your desk mate, but never seemed interested in working with you-on the days he would show up to school. (All he would really do is sleep through every single class.)

Toji!Zenin who never really made the effort to make friends with anyone, and always kept to himself. He was a real loner, and to you, he seemed content to be like that. Anyone who tried to converse with him would just get ignored, and if they persisted he’d just scoff and walk away. (This wasn’t exactly true, he just wasn’t the best at socializing, and couldn’t exactly be bothered trying to learn how to, either.)

Toji!Zenin who was a literal pain to work with. You both were assigned a big project and all he did for the most part was sleep, and on the occasion he was awake, girls from completely different classes would be asking him out. (You had to admit, it was funny to watch them read out their long, drawn out confessions of love, just to get told off by a grumpy Toji that had only raised his head because he had to use the bathroom.)

Toji!Zenin who began to feel a semblance of guilt as he watched you try and struggle to put together the project all on your own. (You’d tried to ask him a few times to help you, but like always you were ignored.)

Toji!Zenin who let that lingering feeling fall to the back of his mind, as his exhaustion overtook him, and he fell back asleep.

Toji!Zenin who secretly watched you through his bangs day, after day, as you tried your hardest to construct the model that the teacher had assigned to the two of you.

Toji!Zenin who let a chuckle escape his chapped lips when everything you’d built thus far came crashing down right before your very eyes, and it was all because you kept tampering with it.

Toji!Zenin who quickly stopped, and bit his tongue as he saw the tell-tale signs of you beginning to cry.

Toji!Zenin who abruptly stood up, and walked off the minute you began to bawl. You were so frustrated with him, and yourself you didn’t even know what to do anymore.

Toji!Zenin who returned not even a minute later, lightly tapping your cheek with some paper towels that he’d gotten from the teachers desk.

Toji!Zenin who didn’t even bother to look at you as you gazed up at him in awe, before taking the paper and hastily wiping away your tears.

Toji!Zenin who’d never admit it, but actually despised the idea of seeing you all sad, especially over something that was his own fault. You were a sweet girl, and in his opinion, a smile always looked best on your face.

Toji!Zenin who cleaned up your failed mess of a project all by himself, before taking his seat, and putting his head back down. (To you, it looked like he was just going back to sleep, but it was actually quite the opposite. He simply returned to silently watching you from behind his overgrown bangs.)

Toji!Zenin who couldn’t help but smile at your determination as you wiped away your tears and got up to get another board to restart the model.

Toji!Zenin who stayed with you even after the bell rang. The two of you hadn’t spoken a word to each other, as it kind of felt like you didn’t need to. The silence, and the sounds of you mapping out your new design were almost comforting to him. He really could stay here all day.

Toji!Zenin who listened as you kept on letting out deep puffs of air when you couldn’t get an angle right. Eventually, you got frustrated, and ended up storming off in the direction of what he guessed was the bathroom.

Toji!Zenin who chuckled to himself, before lifting his head, and carefully examining the piece you’d managed to build all by yourself. His eyes honed in on the piece that you couldn’t get to fit, and he took it upon himself to nudge it in place, stabilizing the entire structure. As much as he wanted to stay, and see your reaction, he’d get in trouble if he didn’t get home soon, so he left. (When you returned from your bathroom break, you were shocked to see that the structure could stand up all on its own. Toji was nowhere to be found, and you wondered if he was the one who fixed it for you.)

Toji!Zenin who continued secretly helping you whenever your back was turned, or when you’d leave the room entirely. He wished that he had the confidence to keep his head up whenever you were around, but he couldn’t help it. However, after your bathroom break one particular day, you were about to open the door to the classroom, but ended up pausing when you saw Toji completely focused, and honed in on adjusting your structure for you.

Toji!Zenin who knew you were watching him, and chose to let himself be seen. It had been hard keeping his head up, but he did it, because in all honesty, he felt like you were different. You radiated this sense of warmth, and comfort, something Toji had never felt before. He felt he could trust you, and who knows….maybe you’d be his first friend.

Toji!Zenin who couldn’t help but begin to bounce his leg when he heard the classroom door slide open, and your footsteps near closer, and closer to him.

Toji!Zenin who didn’t dare to look at you as you took your seat across from him, his hands shakily leaving the structure to fall beneath the desk.

Toji!Zenin who was grateful when you didn’t freak out, or start some overly sarcastic nonsense about his head being up for the first time ever. Instead, he watched as you slowly spun the figure around in awe, switching your gaze from him to it, then back to him again.

Toji!Zenin who nearly choked on his spit when he saw your smile directed at him as you thanked him, even praised him on his (hard??) work.

Toji!Zenin who went home feeling all bubbly inside, and for once not cursing his superhuman abilities.

Toji!Zenin who, after that day, started actively working with you after class, after everyone had long gone home. He felt the most comfortable when it was just the two of you, and from the looks of it, you seemed to catch on.

Toji!Zenin who, you noticed was really good with his hands. While you were clumsy, and barely paid attention to detail, Toji did just that. He was very perceptive when it came to pointing out faults in the structure, and you were better with putting every adjustment that was made to it into writing than he was. The two of you made a really good team, and it wasn’t a surprise when you both finished the project a week before the due date.

Toji!Zenin who felt a little bummed when the day came after the finishing touches, when you both turned in the project, and the report. (The ending grade was an above average A, so like a 102%)

Toji!Zenin who did his best to not let his sour mood show, as he ignored your attempt at a high five, and made his way back to his desk. It was over, the stupid project was over, so now you could leave him alone. Right? But, he didn’t want you to leave him alone. He didn’t understand why he was feeling so conflicted. He got an A, the highest grade he’s had this entire school year, he should be happy. But Toji wasn’t, in fact, he was afraid that the ending of the project meant the end of your little friendship.

Toji!Zenin who dwelt in his guilt for leaving you hanging with that high five, before he heard the lunch bell ring. Normally, he would’ve been the first one out of that class, but this time, he didn’t even bother to get up. He was missing his only meal for the day, but that was okay, he could just sleep the hunger off. He was used to it by now-

Toji!Zenin who nearly leapt out of his seat when he heard something clatter right next to his hypersensitive ear.

Toji!Zenin who raised his head to pitch the meanest glare he could muster at the culprit, only for his face to loose all tension, and mold into one of regret.

Toji!Zenin who didn’t even get to mouth an apology, before you shoved your tray in front of him, taking an apple off the side, and motioning for him to eat.

Toji!Zenin who felt his stomach rumble when he looked down and saw his favorite food on display for him. (He devoured said food in less than a minute.)

Toji!Zenin who listened as you told him about the teacher’s comments, and what she’d said about him actually participating in class activities for once. (He could only chuckle a bit at that.)

Toji!Zenin who felt a bit relieved that you didn’t hold his behavior towards you earlier, against him. (He still apologized, though.)

Toji!Zenin who nearly choked on his carton of milk when he heard you ask him if he wanted to hang out with you. (You quickly tried to rephrase your question when he didn’t answer right away, probably thinking that he took it as some sort of advancement on your part. But he didn’t, and inside his head, Toji was literally doing flips. He’d been hoping you’d ask him, but he never really thought you would. For all he knew, you only associated with him because you both had a project that was due, and you needed his help, but to see that you actually did want to be around him made Toji genuinely happy.)

Toji!Zenin who couldn’t even try to hold back the cheek burning smile that appeared on his face as he listened to you still trying to rephrase your question. (It was cute to see you flustered. You were cute.)

Toji!Zenin who, from that day forward, was attached to you by the hip. Wherever you went, he went, and vice versa. (There were many times people thought the two of you resembled a married old couple.)

Toji!Zenin who looked out for you, just as you did for him. (The two of you became best friends almost instantly.)

Toji!Zenin who would wait for you at the end of each class, just to walk to the next one together. (Sometimes you’d have to go to the bathroom, and he’d pack your bag, and wait outside for you.)

Toji!Zenin who started to adopt your habits the longer he spent with you. (For example, he actually started paying attention, and doing his work in class, even going so far as to studying with you.)

Toji!Zenin who became a totally different person, and rose to the top of the student ranks in record time. (He got pretty popular, even more so than he already was, but no matter how many people asked him to hangout, he turned them all down. After all, he didn’t need anyone else but you.)

Toji!Zenin who joined the wrestling team, and would always perform his best whenever you came to watch his practice, and do your homework while you waited to walk home together.

Toji!Zenin who genuinely cares for you, and can’t help but dote on you. (He’s had the biggest crush on you for ages, ever since you first smiled him.)

Toji!Zenin who stands a little closer to you in crowded assemblies to make sure the two of you don’t get separated. (If it’s outside and it’s sunny, he makes sure to always use his body to cast a shadow over you, allowing you some semblance of shade.)

Toji!Zenin who spends his free time over at your house, silently reading or playing games while you studied and did homework.

Toji!Zenin who is confused when you ask him why he never goes out partying with his teammates after a tournament one night. (He doesn’t really care about them, he prefers having dinner with you while watching some infuriating romance anime. He tells you just that. Spending time with you is more than enough for him.)

Toji!Zenin who is like a brick wall when it comes to temperature. He doesn’t get cold, nor hot very easily, but he always makes sure to bring a jacket or a scarf that he bought, just to keep you warm when it gets a little chilly.

Toji!Zenin who always goes to you seeking praise whenever he accomplishes something. (He’d never show it, but he’s always excited to show you something good that he’s done. He loves receiving praise from you.)

Toji!Zenin who is able to forget about how shitty his home life his whenever he’s with you. (You literally bring the light into his life, and he doesn’t know where he’d be if it weren’t for you.)

Toji!Zenin who vows to marry you when you both finish high school. He wouldn’t let you work a day in your life, and the two of you would have a nice family. (He often thinks about what life with you would be like. His closest, and only friend.)

Toji!Zenin who considers himself to be a pain in the ass, and someone who is selfish and cruel, but you make him feel good, you make him feel like his life is worth living, you bring out the utter best in him and for that, Toji will always love you.)

[xileonaaaa]

if you had a jjk OC , what would be their name, technique and grade ?

Tbh, she would be a regular civilian, with an impressive amount of dormant cursed energy that she can’t utilize due to not having an actual cursed technique.

Her name is Twilight Sparkle

This was fun

[xileonaaaa]

HAIIIIII :3 ‼️ could you write some hcs abt ino takuma x f!reader :D plsss ??

that’d be much appreciated, ty <3

Aweeee I love the pic so much. 💕 (I got carried away, but I hope you enjoy.)

Thinking of Ino who meets you during a trip to Nanami’s favorite bakery…

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Ino!Takuma who’s the type of guy who swears up and down that he’ll never get into a relationship because how stressful it seems. (He watched too many of those depressing, heartbroken Instagram reels.)

Ino!Takuma whose the type of guy that genuinely appreciates all forms of beauty, he isn’t picky at all. If a person happens to look good, he isn’t afraid to walk up to them, and compliment them.

Ino!Takuma who literally felt like a totally different person when he noticed your presence. The over confident, and usually social guy actually found himself shying away from the bakery’s main window as he caught a glimpse of you peering in at the pastries from the outside. (You were beyond gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but gawk at the sight of your curious form gazing around the transparent glass.)

Ino!Takuma who quickly looked away when he met your gaze for the first time, his face radiating with heat as he shoved his beanie down over his forehead, and fumbled for his phone to use as a distraction.

Ino!Takuma who found himself desperately wanting to sink back into his own skin the moment he heard the door chime jingle as it opened.

Ino!Takuma who watched you peer around at the different pastries on display, obviously wanting to get a closer look at the ones you couldn’t see very well from outside.

Ino!Takuma who didn’t even hear the poor baker that was working the register, call his name saying that Nanami’s order was ready for pickup. (She had to say ‘Excuse me sir’ like four times.)

Ino!Takuma who quickly tore his eyes away from you once he realized that the lady was calling for him. He apologized profusely, and couldn’t help but chuckle and rub at his nape, as the woman gave him an all knowing smile.

Ino!Takuma who dismissed the unspoken accusations, just telling her that he only thought you were pretty, but didn’t want to bother you.

Ino!Takuma who waved the clerk a polite goodbye, before hastily turning around and running straight into you.

Ino!Takuma who was obviously stunned at the sudden interaction, but thankfully didn’t freeze, and was able to catch you in time with one arm before you fell.

Ino!Takuma who helped you gain your balance before hastily apologizing, and asking if you were okay. He was shocked the first time he ever heard your voice, all light hearted as you let a small laugh escape your lips. (He thought you were gonna curse at him to watch where he was going or something. Why? He doesn’t even know himself.)

Ino!Takuma who shared a laugh with you, as you murmured something about how his move to save you from falling mimicked something straight out of a Disney movie.

Ino!Takuma who felt a little bummed when your interaction was cut short by a phone call from Nanami asking where he was, and what was taking him so long.

Ino!Takuma who gave you a nervous smile, before waving goodbye, and darting out of that small bakery. (He knows it was a wuss move to use Nanami’s call as an excuse to get away, but what could he do? He wasn’t feeling like his normal, chill self, instead he felt all nervous, and anxious. How strange.)

Ino!Takuma who spent the entire week thinking about the pretty girl he’d met at the small bakery that Nanami usually frequented. He’d been thinking about going back there for the longest, but he felt like he never really had a proper excuse to. (Nanami was back on schedule, so he didn’t need Ino to pick up his lunch for him.)

Ino!Takuma who mustered up the courage to drop by the bakery without an order from Nanami to pick up. It’d been two weeks since he’d last been there, and when he walked in, he was surprised to see you nestled up by a front window, typing away at your computer.

Ino!Takuma who’d spent the better half of an hour in his car, hyping himself up, and running through possible conversation dialogues, found himself at a complete, and utterly loss after he’d told the clerk that he wasn’t here to pick up Nanami’s usual.

Ino!Takuma who nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard your smooth, tired voice echo from behind him, as he saw your hand scoot your empty coffee cup towards the clerk.

Ino!Takuma who stole a glance at you, as you waited for your refill. He wondered if you still remembered him, just as vividly as he remembered you. (He got his answer when you teased him about not bumping into you again, because this time you had coffee.)

Ino!Takuma who stuttered for the very first time since 2nd grade, as he quietly asked for a recommendation from you.

Ino!Takuma who turned to face you, as he observed your facial expressions while you pondered. (You spilled out a few pastries that were your personal favorites, and he repeated everything to the clerk, claiming that he wanted to try them all to broaden his palate.)

Ino!Takuma who found that conversing with you wasn’t as hard as it seemed, and you even invited him back to sit at your table. (He was so nervous, but he agreed, and the two of you talked for hours, all while he tried out the pastries you’d recommended to him. The conversation ranging from Anime, to your job, and other interests.)

Ino!Takuma who walked you out to your car when it was time for you to go. (He really didn’t want to part ways, and you somehow caught on to his dejected aura. After bidding you a goodnight, he turned to walk away, but you called out to him, and told him that you were always in this bakery, and if he stopped by, maybe the two of you could hang out like this again. He agreed almost immediately.)

Ino!Takuma who took you up on your offer, and visited that bakery every single day, just to talk to you. (The more he conversed with you, the more open, and overall relaxed he became.)

Ino!Takuma who established a good relationship with you, even going so far as to calling you his “bakery buddy”.

Ino!Takuma who happened to walk into the small bakery a bit earlier than he usually did, one particular morning, and caught sight of some guy and his friends trying to get your number.

Ino!Takuma whose initial reaction was to freeze by the door, and just watch the whole thing go down, found himself feeling a bit nervous. (Not because of the guys of course, he was just worried that you’d actually take them up on their offer to exchange contacts. After all, they were good looking, all of them had on stuff that was more expensive than the custom rims he liked to buy for his car. They literally outclassed him in every possible way.)

Ino!Takuma who released the biggest sigh of relief when he heard you politely turn them down, and return your focus back to your computer. (He’d never seen you act so coldly, and he wondered if you despised those types of stuck up guys.)

Ino!Takuma who felt his eye twitch in anger as he heard one of them murmur a slur under his breath, and another call you a bitch.

Ino!Takuma who had to hold his own self back as he nearly swung a punch towards one of the guys who was talking the most smack. He had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t exactly his place to do that. (He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, so all he could afford to do was stare them down as they squeezed past him to leave out the bakery door with a look that could kill.

Ino!Takuma who followed them with his eyes until they were completely out of sight, before deciding to finally walk up to the counter to order his usual. (He was so pissed, he didn’t even notice that you were watching him. It was only when he got his chocolate filled croissant and a cup of coffee, that he finally turned around, and saw you gawking at him.)

Ino!Takuma whose demeanor immediately switched as he flashed you a nervous grin before walking over to your usual table. Your eyes never left him, and Ino could feel little bits of perspiration dripping down his back. (He didn’t have to be a genius to know that you’d seen his whole mood switch just seconds ago.)

Ino!Takuma who kept telling himself to let his angered and annoyed feelings go, but just couldn’t.

Ino!Takuma who, as much as he wanted to enjoy your teasing about his strange behavior, he found that the more the conversation dragged on about those guys, the angrier he got by the second.

Ino!Takuma who felt his initial anger completely melt into that of pure shock when he heard what you asked him next. (“If you’re so angry about those guys hitting on me, why not do something about it? Yknow, to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”)

Ino!Takuma who literally stared at you like his brain short-circuited or something. (It literally did.)

Ino!Takuma who stuttered for the second time since 2nd grade, horribly stumbling over his words as he tried his best to ask you out on a date. (You chuckled at his flustered state, and happily said yes.)

Ino!Takuma who couldn’t help but dwell in his own embarrassment the moment he got back to his car, dragging his beanie down over his eyes, and groaning into his hands. (He’d made sure to walk you to your car, and nearly sprinted away the moment you said goodnight. He didn’t understand how you were able to keep your cool so well. Why was he the one always left so flustered after every interaction. Everything you did just seemed so effortless to him.)

Ino!Takuma who had to give himself a pep talk the next day to even be able to get out his car. (He’d been sitting there in the bakery’s parking lot for the past 20 minutes, trying to work up the confidence to talk to you again. He’d embarrassed himself so badly yesterday.)

Ino!Takuma who finally entered through the bakery’s doors, to find you already looking over at him. (He was so tempted to turn around and leave, because damn you were so pretty.)

Ino!Takuma who didn’t even bother going up to the register to order his usual. Instead, he bidded you a good morning, before plopping down in his usual seat. Unlike what he was so worried about, conversation between the two of you sparked up almost immediately, and he completely forgot about his initial embarrassment.

Ino!Takuma who spent the entire day with you in that bakery, just like he always did. Admiring you, as you talked a little bit about anything and everything.

Ino!Takuma who walked you to your car like always, but stopped you when you were about to get in.

Ino!Takuma who whipped out his phone, and timidly asked for your number. (As you were typing it in, he just would not shut up about why he needed your number. Rambling on and on, about the most random things, until you handed his phone back, pressing it into his chest.)

Ino!Takuma who shut up immediately, before bidding you goodnight, and walking off in the direction of his car. (What you couldn’t see was the enormous blush that spread all the way to the tips of his ears.)

Ino!Takuma who texted you first, telling you who he was. (He forgot you saved his number.)

Ino!Takuma who set up a date with you, not once mentioning where the two of you were going. (He sucked at planning, and had to ask Nanami to help him.)

Ino!Takuma who anxiously awaited the day of your scheduled meeting time, pulling up to your place almost a whole hour early.

Ino!Takuma who nearly gawked at your outfit, when you finally emerged from your front door.

Ino!Takuma who jumped out of the drivers seat, to jog over to open the passenger door for you.

Ino!Takuma whose first date was the skating rink. (He was a pro at skating, and even though you sucked pure ass, he was always by your side, effortlessly picking you up, and making sure that you never once fell, not hard at least.)

Ino!Takuma who then took you out to eat some delicious food. (He was not one for fancy restaurants, as unlike Nanami, he loved greasy food.)

Ino!Takuma who then took you out to one of his favorite spots on the beach, so you could relax your sore feet in the warm, wet sand.

Ino!Takuma who was elated when you said yes to another date, and immediately got to work on planning another outing with you.

Ino!Takuma who was always a joy, and a breath of fresh air to be with. He wasn’t all uptight, and sophisticated, nor was he a lazy bum. He was perfect, and it wasn’t very surprising when you didn’t even let him finish his sentence when he asked you be his girlfriend.

Ino!Takuma who then started driving over to your place to hang out, bringing along your usual coffee and pastries from the bakery with him.

Ino!Takuma who’s favorite pastime was bickering with you about who was the strongest anime character in history, and who could beat who in a fight with no powers.

Ino!Takuma who’d call you whenever he missed you, always telling you that he loved you. (He literally sounds like beast boy from teen titans whenever you answer. Always saying, “Hey Mama!” The moment he hears your beautiful voice.)

Ino!Takuma who’s a complete softie, and unlike how he was before the two of you started dating, he’s very direct about how he feels.)

Ino!Takuma who really loves you with everything he’s got, and has completely changed his view on relationships.

[xileonaaaa]

Hii I loved the way you characterised Choso in ur last fic. Mind doing husband headcannons? Or nsfw headcannons if you allow it? 💖 thank you 💖💖

Hiiii, I would love to! Thank you for being my very first ask 💕. Instead of him starting off as your husband, I went with the longer approach. Hope you enjoy!

Thinking of Husband!Choso

He’s still his same old self, but now he has that much needed confidence boost, because you are his, and he is yours.

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Hubby!Choso who didn’t even know that he would soon take on the role of being your husband.

Hubby!Choso who acted like your husband before he even got the official title. He’d do things for you that most normal boyfriends just wouldn’t do on an everyday basis. For example, waking up at the crack of dawn every morning just to make you breakfast, or coming home early just so he could cook your favorite meal for you. (It’s not like he did those things only on special occasions, no he did them every. single. day.)

Hubby!Choso who literally looked at you sideways when you told him that he might as well just become your husband after breakfast one morning. (He didn’t quite understand your logic, because to him, he was treating you the best he could, because he knew you deserved nothing but the best.)

Hubby!Choso who couldn’t seem to shake the thought of what marriage to you would be like. (He often thought about how you’d look walking down that aisle, with your beautiful dress flowing behind you, as you smiled at him, while he tried his best to hold back tears of joy.)

Hubby!Choso who wondered if he was really worthy of being by your side indefinitely. A half human such as himself?

Hubby!Choso who let his thoughts continue to fester, till the point where he began to literally see signs everywhere he went. For example, nightly trips to the grocery store while you were still at the school, suddenly turned into a sea of married couples, swooning over each other, and flashing their matching rings. Some couples even had children in the front sections of their carts, and Choso couldn’t help but wonder what that would be like to experience.

Hubby!Choso who realized that marriage life wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. He found that right as he was about to make his decision on whether or not to propose to you, he started seeing the more sour side of marriage. Affairs behind the partners back, relationships just somehow burning out, fights, you name it, and he’d most definitely seen it somewhere.

Hubby!Choso who laid off the idea of proposing for a while. He wasn’t sure if he was being selfish for wanting more from you, for wanting to call you his wife. (The thought of you being referred to as ‘his wife’ made him go out one evening to purchase a ring, because why not? He could just call you his wife in his head, because it wasn’t like he was going to slip that ring onto your pretty finger any time soon right?….right???) Wrong.

Hubby!Choso who then began to see this warm aura surrounding you, quite literally making you glow, and shine in every little thing you did. Sometimes, your little glow would be so mesmerizing, he’d stop whatever it was he was doing to just quietly stare at you. It was times like these he’d slip a hand into his pocket, and twirl the ring he’d bought for you, around in his fingers.

Hubby!Choso who spent alot of time thinking, and planning about seriously proposing to you. (His little fantasy wasn’t exactly doing it for him anymore.)

Hubby!Choso who spent so much time thinking, that he didn’t even notice he was causing you to worry, until you spoke up one night, after dinner.

Hubby!Choso who felt his eyes widen as you poured your heart out him, questioning him on his very odd, and standoffish behavior. He didn’t think he was acting any differently. (He was.)

Hubby!Choso who couldn’t help but try to explain himself without giving away the fact that he was seriously going to propose to you very soon.

Hubby!Choso who started going in circles, ranging from one excuse to another. He couldn’t lie to you, he just physically couldn’t. So when he saw your expression starting to turn into that of hurt, he took a deep breath and got down on one knee. (He wanted his proposal to be more extravagant but as unplanned, and unorganized as this was, he genuinely couldn’t wait to call you his anymore.)

Hubby!Choso who noticed the very abrupt change in your facial expression the minute he took a delicate hold of your right hand, massaging your fingers with his own while he gently smiled up at you.

Hubby!Choso who proceeded to explain the reason behind his very strange behavior, and how your one sentence about marriage had led him down a rabbit hole.

Hubby!Choso who had watched over a dozen marriage proposal videos, still found himself fumbling for the right words.

Hubby!Choso who couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist and turn into knots as he told you in the softest voice he could muster, just how good, and comfortable you made him feel.

Hubby!Choso who never once looked away from your gaze when he asked you if you would marry him. He found himself smiling ever so softly as he listened to your excited squeals of happiness, as you enthusiastically nodded your head yes.

Hubby!Choso who slipped his free hand into his pocket to pull out the beautiful pink ring that he’d held onto for past two months, before easing it onto your ring finger. He was so happy, he could’ve died and went to heaven right there and then.

Hubby!Choso who would’ve panicked had you not assured him that those were happy tears trailing down your cheeks. Regardless, he still stood up, and took the initiative to kiss away those tears, before pulling you into a loving hug, somehow hoping that you wouldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating against his rib cage.

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Hubby!Choso who loved to listen you ramble about wedding preparations. He began to notice that if you ever had to leave a name for a company to call you back, you'd call yourself "Mr.s Kamo." and boy did that serve to rile him up.

Hubby!Choso who just couldn't seem to keep his lips off of yours. His self control seemingly leaving his body whenever he saw your form emerge from the bedroom wearing nothing but one of his shirts, and your wedding ring.

Hubby!Choso who was nothing like your previous partners, who were always impatient and rough with you, he was unbearibly soft in bed. Once he'd gotten the hang of all of your weak spots, he made sure you felt like you were on cloud 9, without serving to bruise your guts. It was a win-win honestly, he could watch you come undone underneath him, over and over and over again, all while cherishing your body as much as he wanted to.

Hubby!Choso who used to be an avid condom user, nowadays plunged in raw, always wanting to feel your warm walls clenching around him while he fucked you into your shared matress.

Hubby!Choso who was, and still is the absolute king of aftercare. You'd always try your hardest to keep your eyes open while he cleaned you up, just so you could tease him about the time he literally called 911 because he'd fucked you so good, you'd fallen asleep. (He thought he put you in a coma.)

Hubby!Choso who never shyed away from the opportunity to tell you all the cheesy compliments that his brain would come up with, while he cockwarmed inside you.

Hubby!Choso who never really gave you any hickeys unless you asked for them. The last thing he wanted was you experiencing any discomfort from them, or worse case scenario, you coming home saying that one of your students pointed it out. He loves when you mark him up though.

Hubby!Choso who is definietly open to having kids. He often thinks of names when the two of your are winding down for the night, tangled in each others legs, with his face buried in your plush chest.

Hubby!Choso who thinks that this is the closest to heaven he'll ever get.

Hubby!Choso who loves his wife with all of his cursed heart.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of Ino admiring a foreigner that he finds attractive..

Nothing negative to say about him, no one ever writes about him though.

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Ino!Takuma who had successfully convinced Nanami to treat him to dinner after he’d successfully gotten promoted to a grade 1 sorcerer.

Ino!Takuma who was halfway through stuffing his mouth full of stewed beef, when he saw you and your pretty friends flow into the restaurant.

Ino!Takuma who nearly choked on his food, and had to struggle to swallow everything so he could get a good look at you.

Ino!Takuma who was probably drooling, just like in those cartoons he still watches to this day, but he couldn’t help himself, nor could he look away. You were….beyond just the average beauty, you were gorgeous. The way your skin seemed to glow in the yellow lights of the restaurant made Ino’s stomach start doing flips.

Ino!Takuma who began hastily wiping his mouth as he eyed where the waiter was going to seat you and your little party.

Ino!Takuma who paused for a second, wondering, more like hoping and praying, that you didn’t have a boyfriend.

Ino!Takuma who gave a quick glance over to a very confused, and tired looking Nanami before getting up and dusting himself off. He still had on his work clothes, but that was okay, he just had to get your number.

Ino!Takuma who began walking over to where you were situated, but ended up stopping just short of where your booth was, his initial self confidence gone up in smoke right before his very eyes. He still had on his work clothes…what if he smelt bad? What if you just laughed at him when he asked for your number? What if you really did have a boyfriend-

Ino!Takuma who spun around just as quickly as he’d gotten up, before plopping back down in his seat across from Nanami.

Ino!Takuma who just picked back up his chopsticks, and popped some more meat that Nanami had taken off the grill, into his mouth. Yeah, that’s right. Who was kidding? He sure as hell had zero chance with someone like you.

Ino!Takuma who blatantly ignored Nanami’s questionable gazes aimed towards him, and just continued on stuffing his face with food. (His very obvious glances your way ended up giving away what he was pouting over.)

Ino!Takuma who couldn’t spend even five minutes in silence, before he began ranting to Nanami about how you just had to be this over the top, name brand model, and how stupid he’d look if he even thought about trying his shot with you.

Ino!Takuma who ended up pausing mid sentence because his stomach started to make very questionable sounds.

Ino!Takuma who made quite a scene when he leapt up from his seat, excused himself from Nanami, and dashed to the bathroom. (He hadn’t chewing his food properly.)

Ino!Takuma who spent the better have of 15 minutes hurled up in the bathroom, literally fighting for his life. (Not that you would know that.)

Ino!Takuma who finally emerged from the men’s restroom, trying his best to look normal.

Ino!Takuma who took his seat in from of Nanami, and suddenly realized that he’d completely lost his appetite. (He was glad Nanami ordered to-go boxes.)

Ino!Takuma who was about to get back up, but was stopped by a soft hand on his shoulder. Thinking it was Nanami for some reason, he was about to spurt some nonsense, but fell silent the moment he locked eyes with you.

Ino!Takuma who didn’t even realize he was staring with his mouth wide open, until you gently shut it for him.

Ino!Takuma who was literally shaking when the two of you exchanged phone numbers.

Ino!Takuma who walked out of that restaurant with the biggest grin on his face. (While Ino was in the bathroom shitting his guts out, Nanami had taken the initiative to tell you about Ino’s failed plans. He was happy it worked out.)

[xileonaaaa]

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Popular Gojo x quiet/reserved reader (college au)

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Husband Choso x reader (light nsfw)

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His Home

Soft Yandere Gojo

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Thinking of Boyfriend!Choso

He’s not a shy twink who stutters after every word.

Tribute/ coping post after jjk chapter 259. 🙏

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Boyfriend!Choso who spent countless days, weeks, even months just trying to put a name to the feelings you gave him whenever you were around.

Boyfriend!Choso who confided in his little brother about said feelings, and when he was told that what he was experiencing was an emotion called “love”, he wasted no time in literally telling you the next day.

Boyfriend!Choso who (unknowingly) confessed to you in the most inconspicuous way imaginable. (He didn’t even notice what he was saying until he saw your awe-stricken face. You said yes ofc!)

Boyfriend!Choso who assumed his boyfriend role in a heartbeat, and couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for pulling you.

Boyfriend!Choso who always makes sure that you feel your best, because to him, you always look your best. Don’t feel confident in your outfit? Better believe he’ll be your number one hype man.

Boyfriend!Choso who never, ever, ever, ever makes berating jokes towards you, regardless of the context.

Boyfriend!Choso who always makes sure you get everything off your chest. Never hide your true feelings from him. If you’re mad at him? “Okay, let’s sit down and talk about this.”

Boyfriend!Choso who you never end up fighting with, because he’s the embodiment of “we live, and we learn.” He listens when you come to him about something that he’s done/ or not done, and he promises to do better, and it’s not like he’s just saying that because he really does do better.

Boyfriend!Choso who’s quite inexperienced in a lot of things, and spends his free time learning about the ins and outs of relationships.

Boyfriend!Choso who always looks uninterested in what you’re doing, but is actually quite the opposite. (He’s always paying attention, making sure you don’t hurt yourself, or need help.)

Boyfriend!Choso who always looks a bit stunned whenever you look in his general direction, but always smiles that small, tight-lipped smile whenever he makes eye contact with you.

Boyfriend!Choso who loves being needed by you. Can’t reach something on the top shelf? He’ll get it for you. Scared to go in a spooky, cursed filled tunnel by yourself? Don’t worry, he’ll go in first, and clear the path for you.

Boyfriend!Choso who you never have to worry about possibly cheating on you. He is literally infatuated with you. The two of you could go out in public, and all eyes would be on him, and his focused solely on you. (If it isn’t you or his family, he could really care less.)

Boyfriend!Choso who takes the time to learn the things he knows you like. He would teach himself how to cook, so you wouldn’t have to spend so much money on take-outs. He’d learn how to do basic chores for times when you weren’t quite feeling like yourself.

Boyfriend!Choso who always puts your needs before his own. Are you hungry? Sure, he’ll whip up some of your favorite food, and have it ready in no-time. Are you tired, and don’t feel like going to the school? He’ll just call Yuuji, and ask him to inform Gojo about your absence. Anything you could possibly need, he’ll do it all.

Boyfriend!Choso who is naturally protective of you, and won’t hesitate to throw himself into incoming danger for your sake, even if he really is outclassed.

Boyfriend!Choso who used to question what he was, finds himself radiating with new found confidence that you’d given him.

Boyfriend!Choso who isn’t exactly clingy, but at the same time he is. (He follows you around like a lost puppy, with an aura of a guard dog.) Wherever you go, he goes, unless you say otherwise.

Boyfriend!Choso who loves to let you fall asleep on his chest. (Your weight grounds him in all the right ways.)

Boyfriend!Choso who simply can’t imagine how his life as a human would’ve turned out, had it not been for you.

Boyfriend!Choso who is the most loving, doting, caring, supportive, and protective boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Boyfriend!Choso who loves you with all of his cursed heart.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of a lonely Sukuna who finds you entertaining…

Heien Era Sukuna x sorcerer!reader

Please refer to this if you are confused.

Sukuna’s cursed technique involves 2 types of slashes, cleeve and dismantle, and he can use them separately, or combine them.

Sukuna has mastered RTC, meaning he can heal himself, and others! (He healed megumi during the shibuya incident.)

Imbuing a weapon with cursed energy just means to enhance its overall strength.

He isn’t a possessive maniac who calls you “Woman.”

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!RyomenSukuna who has been alive for longer than he can even care to remember.

!RyomenSukuna who is by no means a fool, and is not a force to be reckoned with. For he is, without a doubt, the king of all curses and curse users alike.

!RyomenSukuna who bears the burden of being infinitely strong, but lonely, and only has a mere servant by his side to keep him some form of company.

!RyomenSukuna who would often find himself aimlessly strolling through the charred remains of what was left of the once flourishing villages he’d burnt to smithereens.

!RyomenSukuna who was desperate for some form of entertainment, someone he could battle for at least a little while before they ultimately died. (Every lone sorcerer either tried to run from him, hide or wouldn’t even be able to get a single attack out. It was pathetic.)

!RyomenSukuna who felt your presence before he even saw you.

!RyomenSukuna who was rather displeased by how weak and pathetic you seemed, trying your absolute hardest to sneak around behind him by hiding yourself amidst the rubble and sut like he was some sort of sick joke.

!RyomenSukuna who scoffed before pausing in his walk to casually toss a cleeve back behind him, in your direction.

!RyomenSukuna who eagerly waited to hear the satisfying sound of your flesh hitting the ground, but when that never came, a menacing grin formed on his face.

!RyomenSukuna who tossed a few more cleeves your way, even tossing back a dismantle at one point, but still never heard the sound of your body getting split in half. He was sure you could handle him, right? After all, you survived the bud of his technique, so why not play with you a little?

!RyomenSukuna who spun around with haste to face you, and initially was a bit stunned at your utter beauty, having never seen anyone as ethereal as you before. However, he didn’t let his moment of awe phase him, and to the untrained eye, his bloodlust was the most apparent thing etched onto his inhumane features.

!RyomenSukuna who took his time sizing you up, his eyes widening as he felt your cursed energy suddenly surge. His smile increased ten fold when he realized you were actually stronger than you’d originally let on. He was going to have fun ripping you apart.

!RyomenSukuna who engaged in a ruthless battle with you, learning different things about you as you gave it your all against him. He noticed that you seemed to have some sort of limit on your cursed energy, and that quite literally was your downfall.

!RyomenSukuna who stalled, and blocked your attacks for as long as he could, halfassing you in the worst way possible.

!RyomenSukuna who eventually, just as he’d previously predicted, could feel your cursed energy start to dwindle, and he knew you were reaching that point where you’d be rendered powerless in a matter of seconds. He was curious to see what you’d do.

!RyomenSukuna who watched as you put some distance in between the both of you, before using RTC (reverse cursed technique), and pulling out some sort of interestingly shaped katana. He didn’t bother attacking you, far too interested in watching how you split your remaining cursed energy into healing yourself, and imbuing whatever was left over into your weapon.

!RyomenSukuna who had a smile of pure elation as he watched you charge at him, faster than the speed of light. He was absolutely livid.

!RyomenSukuna who thought that you were fast, but he was faster. Unfortunately, with the absence of your cursed energy, your basic movements had become repetitive, and without a moments notice, he ripped you clean out of the air, and slammed you down into the ground with so much force, a crater formed.

!RyomenSukuna whose initial feeling of elation faltered a bit when he didn’t see you moving. He took a step back, readying himself for another go at it, and hoping that you’d get back up. Hoping and maybe even wishing that this fight wasn’t over just yet.

!RyomenSukuna whose eyes widened as you surprised him yet again. He watched on in glee as you shakily pulled yourself to your feet, before raising your katana at him and glaring down your sword. The unwavering look of determination in your eyes is what set him off.

!RyomenSukuna who felt his non functional heart beat for the first time, in a long time. His sadistic grin returned to his face, and this time he charged at you first.

!RyomenSukuna who easily knocked you off your feet time and time again, and watched with awe as you kept on getting up, each and every time. He admired your determination, but one misdirected cleeve was all it took to render you immobile.

!RyomenSukuna who normally would’ve scoffed and walked away, found himself briskly walking over to your limp form in what one would call a rather “worried manner”. To him, he just simply wanted to know if you were still alive.

!RyomenSukuna who healed you himself, and, with about as much care a monster like him could muster, lifted you up into his lower arms.

!RyomenSukuna who ended up taking you back to his home, where he was the one to watch over you to make sure you recovered just fine.

!RyomenSukuna who was there to see those gorgeous eyes of yours flutter open, and bear the softest gaze anyone has ever shown him.

!RyomenSukuna who lost his train of thought the moment you started to sit up, and adjust yourself in the soft mattress he’d so kindly placed you on.

!RyomenSukuna who was taken aback at how polite and respectful you were towards him, despite the fact he’d almost killed you. (He seemed to forget that he was also the who saved your life???)

!RyomenSukuna who actually took a liking to you, even though you were in no way close to him in strength, nor did you share the mindset.

!RyomenSukuna who didn’t find himself becoming bored or annoyed the more you told him about your past and upbringing. In fact, he was always subtly nodding along, taking in your every word.

!RyomenSukuna who actually listened to you, and didn’t space out like he normally did whenever someone or something was talking to him. Whenever you seemed to get angry or frustrated at a certain topic, he would get frustrated too. Whenever you’d be happy about something, he’d let a little smirk find its way onto his lips. (It was almost like he mirrored your reactions.)

!RyomenSukuna who began to doubt his initial reason for bringing you back to his home, as the weeks went on. He ends up letting you stay anyway, because you technically did still serve a purpose to him. You were his form of entertainment.

!RyomenSukuna who never really spoke much around you. Usually opting to silently observe you while you trained, or just listen to you as you talked enough for the both of you. Besides, he figured he never really had anything interesting to say anyways. (His voice would only be heard when explaining anything dealing with jujitsu. Other than that, he was as silent as a ghost. The most you’d get from him were the head nods, and soft grunts to show his approval.)

!RyomenSukuna who found himself feeling a bit strange when you told him one night over dinner that you would be leaving soon, and that there was someone out there you wanted to get revenge on for wronging your family.

!RyomenSukuna who spoke up for the first time since he’d brought you back to his home to actually protest against you going out alone. He even volunteered to do the deed for you, to rid your hands of any blood, but you insisted, and he didn’t have it in him to fight you. He could never deny you of what you wanted.

!RyomenSukuna whose face remained neutral, as you waved goodbye to him, before setting off on your journey.

!RyomenSukuna who would never admit, even to himself, that he enjoyed your company, even if it had only been a few weeks.

!RyomenSukuna whose boredom quickly returned, and within a few days, he was back to his daily walks around the ruined village.

!RyomenSukuna who never really took the time to think about just how much your presence really affected him. Nowadays, he was easily agitated, and just as quick to blow a fuse at some of the most trivial things. He wasn’t his normal calm, and collected self, and it bothered him. It bothered him that you weren’t there with him anymore.

!RyomenSukuna who, deep down, feared that you would never return, and that he’d never get to hear your voice again, sweetly chirping away at whatever memories that came to mind. Giving him endless entertainment, something that he found himself desperately craving now.

!RyomenSukuna who never really dwelled in pointless things such as feelings. However, there were times when his restless mind would wonder about you, and if you were okay.

!RyomenSukuna who realized that he was at his calmest and most peaceful state whenever you were situated in his presence.

!RyomenSukuna who found that he just couldn’t fall asleep one night, and opted to take a midnight stroll through the forest to get some fresh air, to maybe even cleanse his mind of the slight worry he was feeling.

!RyomenSukuna who thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he could’ve sworn he saw your smaller form limping towards him from the treeline. After all, he was going on his 8th night of no proper sleep.

!RyomenSukuna who felt a part of him return when he realized that it was in fact you. He let you come to him, and due to the moonlight, he was able to see the horrific state you were in.

!RyomenSukuna who immediately healed you with a gentle touch, before ushering you into a warm embrace. It was the first time he’d ever done something of the sorts, and to be honest he didn’t hate it. He was just glad that you came back.

Glad that you came back to him.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of a wealthy Nanami who is absolutely smitten for you

Nanami x reader au

*He isn’t some uptight goody two shoes.

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!NanamiKento who met you through a mutual friend at a work gathering.

!NanamiKento who found himself entranced at the way you weren’t afraid to speak your mind at any given chance. Not to mention, just how much you seemed to shine in the midst of his drunk coworkers.

!NanamiKento who took to silently admiring your drunken mannerisms as the night progressed.

!NanamiKento who was quick to follow you when you went to the bathroom just to make sure that you’d be okay.

!NanamiKento who paitiently waited for you to reemerge from the ladies room, ignoring the groups of drunken women who tried their best to throw themselves at him.

!NanamiKento who ended up getting distracted trying to free himself from one of them who had somehow wrapped herself around his waist.

!NanamiKento who nearly panicked when he happened to look up, and see you getting cornered by a very drunk man.

!NanamiKento who nearly shoved the woman -who was literally grinding on him- off in one move as he made his way over to you to try and help you.

!NanamiKento who found himself frozen in his tracks when he saw you reel back and kick the man straight in the balls, before prying off your pretty heels and clunking the hunched over man on the head a few times.

!NanamiKento who didn’t realize his mouth was agape until he saw you hop over the guy who was groaning in pain on the floor, and grab his wrist, swiftly making a beeline for the exit before you could face any repercussions.

!NanamiKento who found himself actually going along with your very ridiculous act.

!NanamiKento who let you guide him outside, and felt a little cold when you let his wrist go.

!NanamiKento who was about to speak up and ask if you were okay, before his breath was stolen once more when he saw you converting your dress into a bodysuit.

!NanamiKento who quickly looked away to maintain some sort of decency, and only looked back when he heard you bid him a soft goodnight.

!NanamiKento who felt his heart actually stall for a second when you placed a finger to your lips and winked at him, saying “No witnesses.”

!NanamiKento who could only nod and try his best to swallow with his strangely dry throat.

!NanamiKento who went back in that restaurant feeling like he’d never felt before. For the first time, in a long time, he was actually holding back a smile.

!NanamiKento who wanted nothing more than to see you again, and maybe even get to know you.

!NanamiKento who thought about your very brief but strange interaction all week long.

!NanamiKento who actually ended up asking his mutual friend (in a very subtle way) how you were doing, and deep down, he wondered if he’d ever get to see you again.

!NanamiKento who learned that you might be getting let go from the company due to your overly smart mouth.

!NanamiKento who had to keep himself from outright laughing at the thought of your tiny self trying to go toe to toe with your boss.

!NanamiKento who went about his days trying his best to work up the confidence to ask you to dinner.

!NanamiKento who let a whole three weeks pass, before he finally approached you.

!NanamiKento who almost deviated from his usual laid back attire he usually wore out to first dates, simply because he genuinely wanted to impress you.

!NanamiKento who pulled up to your little apartment 30 minutes early, and was surprised when he saw you already waiting by your doorstep.

!NanamiKento who took notice on how you didn’t seem repulsed by his rustbucket of a car. (He’s the type to use the most mundane things for the first date. It’s an easy way to see if you actually want him, or want what you think he’s worth.)

!NanamiKento who sat across from you, listening as you talked about a little bit of everything. If you were just trying to patch up the awkward silence, or if you just loved to talk, he couldn’t tell. He loved it either way.

!NanamiKento who found himself genuinely interested in the things you had to say. Even going so far as to finish his food so that he could give you his full, undivided attention.

!NanamiKento who offered to cut your steak for you, but was taken aback when you politely declined, and dramatically stabbed your knife into the meat, cutting it with force, before popping it in your mouth, and grinning at him.

!NanamiKento who couldn’t help but smile back at you, genuinely feeling convinced that you had to be the most strangest woman he’d ever met. (In a good way of course.)

!NanamiKento who spent the most time in that restaurant just conversing with you, than he’d ever spent anywhere else besides his home.

!NanamiKento who felt a bit sad when he had to take you home, and was quick to ask for a second date before you could turn in for the night.

!NanamiKento who felt just a little let down when you told him that you’d think about it, but immediately perked up when you offered to stay in touch.

!NanamiKento who cursed himself all the way home for not trying just a little bit harder. Maybe he shouldn’t have went with his usual method.

!NanamiKento who made it a point to stop by your cubicle every morning just to say hi, and sometimes bring you coffee.

!NanamiKento who started to notice your very apparent eye bags, and the piles upon piles of work that began littering your desk.

!NanamiKento who felt like something wasn’t exactly right, and took it upon himself to do a little bit of digging through corporate files to see just who oversaw your work.

!NanamiKento who took his time gathering evidence to bring up to the big boss to prove you were being targeted by your own boss.

!NanamiKento who would pass by your cubicle to check on you, and take a chunk off of your enormous pile of paperwork for himself to do.

!NanamiKento who would often see you hurriedly rushing out of the office without your stuff, going who knows where.

!NanamiKento who caught you trying to take the bus one evening, but ended up missing it, and hurriedly stopped you, and asked you if you noticed that you’d left your stuff behind.

!NanamiKento who listened as you explained that you needed to get home to feed your two cats their dinner, and come back before the security guard locked up the office for the night.

!NanamiKento who offered to drive you to your apartment, and was beside himself when he heard your genuine thanks.

!NanamiKento who hesitated when he dropped you back at the office. Feeling a bit concerned at just how dark it was, he asked if you needed him to stay and help you, but his help was of course refused, and a part of him understood why. You were a very independent woman, and he respected that, so he let you go, but not before asking you to stay safe, and bidding you a goodnight.

!NanamiKento who found that through all of his research, he was too late in helping you keep your job.

!NanamiKento who happened to walk in early the next morning to a you tearing your boss a new one. You didn’t use a single swear word, and you didn’t even raise your voice. You gave it to him plain and simple, before storming back to your cubicle and collecting your things.

!NanamiKento who was beyond stunned, tried to stop you, and have you reconsider your decision, but the minute you looked up at him, he was able to see just how much your overtime was having an effect on you. Dark circles were under both of your eyes, you looked a little under the weather too.

!NanamiKento who let you walk out of that office, and made it a point to stop by your place to make sure you were okay.

!NanamiKento who was correct on his assumption that you were sick when you opened up your apartment door to let him in.

!NanamiKento who was glad he chose soup for his takeout option, and did his best to help you around your tiny apartment.

!NanamiKento who returned home that night thinking about something he would’ve never in a million years thought about, had it not been you.

!NanamiKento spent the next coming weeks visiting you, thinking about your predicament, and what he could do to possibly help you out. He knew well enough by now that you were the last person to ever except handouts, no matter how low you were.

!NanamiKento who considered asking you to be his girlfriend, and moving you and your two cats in with him.

!NanamiKento who thought about that possibility for days, weeks, hell a whole month went by, and he started to notice the bills piling up on your kitchen counter.

!NanamiKento who finally broke, and ended up asking you to be his on Valentine’s Day. He was so happy when you accepted, he even smiled!

!NanamiKento who immediately proposed that you move in with him, maybe until you got back on your feet. Hell, if you wanted, you could just stay and not bother getting another job. He didn’t want to ever see you with eye bags again. (You agreed to move in with him, but of course declined his offer of not getting another job.)

!NanamiKento who took note of your reaction when you saw his house for the first time.

!NanamiKento who yet again was surprised that your first thought was at how cold and barren his home seemed when he gave you a tour of it.

!NanamiKento who offered for you to decorate it for him. He didn’t particularly care for stuff like that, but if if made you happy, then he was all for it.

!NanamiKento who came home from work the next night to the smell of a delicious aroma filling his home.

!NanamiKento who was beside himself when he found out that you’d cooked dinner for him, and was waiting on him to get home so the two of you could eat together.

!NanamiKento who’s favorite part of the day was coming home to you, with dinner on the stove, and you diligently applying for more jobs on his sofa.

!NanamiKento who enjoys sitting down for dinner, and telling you about what’s been going on in the office.

!NanamiKento who is always eager to be the taste tester whenever you decide to try out a new dish.

!NanamiKento who doesn’t mind staying in the kitchen and helping you with the dishes after the both of you finish eating.

!NanamiKento who loves winding down, with you perched up on one side of the sofa doing some online shopping for things to decorate his house with, and him laying right next to you reading a new novel he’d checked out from the library. (He was not comprehending anything he was reading because he was too busy thanking his lucky stars that he got to meet someone as wonderful as you.)

!NanamiKento who usually waits for you to get up and start on another task because you can’t sleep, before he goes ahead and orders whatever it is that you have in your cart.

!NanamiKento who is more of a lover boy than you could have ever imagined. He would sometimes show up from work with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, claiming that he saw them on his way home, and they reminded him of your smile, so he stopped and got them for you.

!NanamiKento who lets himself relax around you, and lets you in on his more secret, vulnerable side.

!NanamiKento who laughs the most when he’s around you. You’re always making him chuckle, whether you mean to or not.

!NanamiKento who shows his appreciation for you by taking you out almost every weekend, and letting you pick out whatever it is you desire from the mall.

!NanamiKento who’s only reason to continue going to work is to be able to make you the happiest, and most comfortable woman alive.

!NanamiKento who loves you with every fiber of his being, and never knows what expect from you, and to be honest, he loves that the most about you.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of gojo!xchubby reader

*Gojo who isn’t an overly rude prick.

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Gojo!Satoru who used to pick fun at you for never being able to get your work uniform to fit right.

Gojo!Satoru who always made it a point to tease you about your random habits that he found weird or odd, but never really took anything too far, and when he did, he’d immediately apologize.

Gojo!Satoru who used jokes as his way of complimenting/flirting with you.

Gojo!Satoru who would stop himself whenever he felt like he was being too mean, often reminding himself of the time back in high school when he caused you to run out of the school dance crying because he’d said you looked like a clown with makeup on.

Gojo!Satoru who would often barge into your classroom with bags and bags of sweet snacks that he’d bought from the convenience store in town.

Gojo!Satoru who eyes you with a look of pure disgust when you tell him that “you’re trying to watch your weight” or that “you’re on a diet”.

Gojo!Satoru who’d just stands there frozen in shock at what you’d just said about yourself. Did you not see what he saw??? Who gives a rats ass about something as trivial as your weight? It’s not life threatening so who cares? He sure doesn’t.

Gojo!Satoru who doesn’t really wear his blindfold around you, because he loves to see your facial expressions, and just you in general. Only time he would wear it, is just when he is beyond exhausted, and is trying his best to preserve his energy.

Gojo!Satoru who thinks that you look downright beautiful the way you are, and finds himself at a loss when he realizes that you don’t see what he sees. The way your body is smaller than his and plump (in all the right places) but still strong and compact, genuinely has his mouth watering at times.

Gojo!Satoru who pulls up a chair to sit on the opposite side of your desk, and ushers a bag towards you anyway.

Gojo!Satoru who can’t help but smirk when he sees your eyes light up at the sight of your favorite snack.

Gojo!Satoru who doesn’t even bother to tease you about not eating when he sees just how much you’re enjoying the treats he bought for you.

Gojo!Satoru who pauses in eating his own sweets, just to watch you with probably lovestruck eyes.

Gojo!Satoru who made it overly obvious that he was literally beyond head over heels for you.

Gojo!Satoru who was confused when you’d blatantly ignore or just straight up deny his advances.

Gojo!Satoru who was sure you liked him too, so what was the big deal?

Gojo!Satoru who overheard your conversation with some other sorcerers that had cornered you one day.

Gojo!Satoru who immediately learned the reason as to why you kept sidestepping his proposals. You were being shunned, and put down by people he thought were your friends.

Gojo!Satoru who felt more than just angry at the pure bullshit he heard those people telling you.

Gojo!Satoru who made it a point to randomly pop in the conversation, and whisk you away to some quiet, secluded area.

Gojo!Satoru who decided right there on the spot, that it was now or never.

Gojo!Satoru who felt like his chest was going to explode from nerves the moment he confessed his true feelings to you.

Gojo!Satoru who was usually very confident, and even a little egotistical, found himself unable to look you in the eye as he told you just how much cared about you, despite his snarky behavior.

Gojo!Satoru whose face turned the same shade of a tomato when you timidly accepted his feelings, and agreed to date him.

Gojo!Satoru who couldn’t even hold back the cheek burning smile that instantly spread across his face as you excused yourself, and walked back to your classroom.

Gojo!Satoru who literally almost did a heel click right then and there, but decided that he’d just go get you some lunch. (He wasn’t sure if you’d eaten or not, but that didn’t matter. He was set on being the best boyfriend you could ever have.)

Gojo!Satoru who was not in the least bit concerned about keeping your relationship a secret.

Gojo!Satoru who would, more often than not, call you his wife in public and always have a hand or resting on either your waist or shoulder.

Gojo!Satoru who would take his naps in your classroom when the students were out on missions for the day. He’d pull up a chair and rest his head in your lap while you diligently worked on grading tests and homework.

Gojo!Satoru who makes it a point to show you how much he appreciates you, and loves you for you.

Gojo!Satoru who doesn’t call your belly rolls fat, and instead calls them “love handles”.

Gojo!Satoru who loves to hug you, and cuddle you, because you feel so soft and warm. It helps him sleep on particularly restless nights. You ground him, and he can’t possibly think about what he’d do without his beautiful curvaceous queen.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking of Suguru who has a crush on you..

Upperclassmen Drabble

*Geto who isn’t a bully or a narcissist.

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!SuguruGeto who first saw you in a cafe Satoru had dragged him and Shoko to.

!SuguruGeto who realized he was staring quite rudely when you happened to look over at him and wave out of politeness.

!SuguruGeto who had to immediately look away out of pure embarrassment, choking on his overly sweet drink in the process

!SuguruGeto who heard you giggle from across the cafe, and immediately felt his ears flush red.

!SuguruGeto who kept his gaze aimed down at the floor until he heard the unmistakable sound of the cafe’s door jingle open, and then close.

!SuguruGeto who silently shunned himself for being such a wuss, knowing that he’d probably never see you again. He didn’t even get the chance to ask for your number.

!SuguruGeto who’s usually a laid back, and chill guy, caught himself almost flipping out of the chair he was reclining in when Yaga introduced you as the new student in his class.

!SuguruGeto who strained his ears to hear your voice over Satoru’s loud blabbering, and hung onto your every word like his life depended on it.

!SuguruGeto who couldn’t help but notice how you sat alone most of the time, and never really hung out with the other people in your class during, or even after school.

!SuguruGeto who was initially curious as to if you remembered him from the cafe, became a bit concerned about your wellbeing when he noticed that people were actively avoiding you.

!SuguruGeto who relaxed a little when he realized that you were content with being in your own little world.

!SuguruGeto who would sneak subtle glances your way at every chance he got. More often than not he’d slowly turn around in his seat to get a good look at what you were up to under the guise of him trying to stretch his back.

!SuguruGeto who loved to sit and just observe your mannerisms. Like how one time he saw you flick your pen a little too hard by accident and watched it fly across the room in embarrassment. He made sure he was the one who got up and got it for you.

!SuguruGeto who eventually worked up the courage to say small hi’s or hello’s to you whenever he happened to see you.

!SuguruGeto who ended up coming back to class much later in the evening one day to retrieve Satoru’s books that he’d left, and happened to see you diligently trying to clean up the classroom all by yourself.

!SuguruGeto who was very careful in announcing in presence, so as to not scare you in any way.

!SuguruGeto who insisted on helping you clean, even when you told him you had everything under control.

!SuguruGeto who is beyond smitten at this point, feels his stomach fill uncomfortably with butterflies when he hears you start to hum a song (he hasn’t the slightest clue of what it was) to fill the silence between you two.

!SuguruGeto who gladly helps you dust off the very tops of the chalkboard that you can’t reach on your own. (He saw you going to get a chair to stand on, so he offered to do it instead.)

!SuguruGeto who finally understands why people most likely avoid you.

!SuguruGeto who notices that he can barely feel any cursed radiating off of you, if there was any to begin with.

!SuguruGeto who comes to the conclusion that you aren’t exactly very strong, but doesn’t feel repulsed in the slightest. Instead, he feels rather confident knowing that he now has a duty to protect you and shield you from anyone or anything that may cause you harm.

!SuguruGeto who takes up most of his missions in the early mornings, so that he can spend his class time secretly admiring you.

!SuguruGeto who is always readily available to help you whenever he sees you struggling with classwork or your technique.

!SuguruGeto who eventually starts sitting next to you in class (he always asks first) under the guise that another one of Satoru’s fan girls took his seat (he actually offered it to her .)

!SuguruGeto who genuinely respects you, and even though you are in no way stronger than him, he appreciates your work ethic and constant strive to be better at anything/ everything you do

!SuguruGeto who chooses to spend his breaks with you. Usually opting to silently read to himself while you studied or practiced beside him. If he noticed you were struggling, he’d kindly place his book down, and lean over your shoulder to observe what it was you were doing.

!SuguruGeto who was acutely aware of the rumors surrounding his and your very strange friendship dynamic. “One of the strongest + the one of the weakest in the entire school?”

!SuguruGeto who always has your back, and is quick to shut anyone who dares speak ill of you up.

!SuguruGeto who stared to notice how said rumors were beginning to affect you.

!SuguruGeto who became aware of your more recent absences, and would find that he was in a pissy mood the days you weren’t at school.

!SuguruGeto who feels hurt, betrayed, and most of all, angry when you try to push him away. Spouting some nonsense about how “..you’ll only drag his reputation down.” He thought it was ridiculous that you’d even think about saying such a thing, and he made sure you knew just how much it bothered him.

!SuguruGeto who was there for you when things just didn’t go your way.

!SuguruGeto who proudly served as your rock, and was always a phone call away.

!SuguruGeto who had the deepest feelings for you, but could only express them in the feather light touches that he gave you from time to time, or the little snacks that he’d buy for you when he knew you’d probably left your lunch at home.

!SuguruGeto who was beyond in love with you, but chooses not to say anything, lest he ruin what chemistry you two already have. He knows about your dreams, and ambitions, and he’d be damned if he were the one to get in the way of your success.

!SuguruGeto who, for now, was content on staying by your side, and being your biggest cheerleader.

[xileonaaaa]

Popular Gojo….in love?

College trope

*He’s not an asshole to you.

!PopularGojo who can socialize with anyone and everyone.

!PopularGojo who always keeps an eye out for you, even though you tell him not to worry about you.

!PopularGojo who is direct, and genuine about his feelings for you. There’s never a time where you’re confused, because he’ll make it known to the whole wide world that you belong to him.

!PopularGojo who doesn’t spend as much time with his friends like he used to. Opting to just stay inside the library, and help you study cursed techniques.

!PopularGojo who recognizes when you feel left out, and doesn’t hesitate to involve you in some way or another. Whether it’s just calling your name and saying hi when you look up, or simply stopping whatever he’s doing just to touch you.

!PopularGojo who’s surprisingly mature, and encourages you to trust him, and rely on him.

!PopularGojo who talks about you non-stop to Suguru and Shoko.

!PopularGojo who is quite clingy, and often feels the need to follow you whenever you leave the classroom or just his line of sight.

!PopularGojo who is quick to shut down any girls who try to try their luck with him.

!PopularGojo who only has eyes for you.

[xileonaaaa]

Thinking about Yandere Gojo

*He isn’t violent or forceful

He would be the type to fall for you, but in the all the wrong ways. Unlike a normal person, once he figures out his true feelings, he would probably start to notice just how many other people were looking at you the exact same way he was.

He’d probably feel a little outmatched at best.

To you, he seemed like his normal goofy self, but the second you glance away from him, you fail to notice the immediate drop in that signature toothy grin that he always wore.

He wouldn’t act out, not even when another man or woman gets too close or touchy with you. He’d just simply watch, and laugh it off. Part of this being that he can’t even decipher what he’s feeling for you.

He’d continue denying his dark, and overwhelming feelings until they bubble over and amount to a huge mess, or what he’d call a masterpiece.

That’s when things would really start to go downhill for you.

He’d keep up the act of being your trusty, strong sorcerer coworker, while renovating his home to accommodate for you.

You probably wouldn’t even know what was going on underneath that blindfold of his whenever he’d look at you.

He would be patient, and bide his time. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch you up, and take you “home”.

He’d conjure up the most intricate lie to cover for your sudden disappearance, and him being the best there is, would force everyone to believe him. Not everyone did though, and he took notice of that, but he still played the part, effortlessly.

You’d understandably be angry at him for taking your life away from you, but he’d be patient, and caring. Maybe overly caring.

He’d keep you chained up in his basement that he’d converted into a comfy living space for you, and would spend time down there whenever he could.

You’d never be happy to see him, but that was okay. He was content on just listening to you hurl insults his way. After all, you were safe from prying eyes now, all his to love, and no one else’s. He had all the time in the world to win you over.

One thing that probably unnerved you the most was the fact that he never seemed to get angry at you. No matter what you did, or tried to do. He never yelled at you or hit you, or even so much as touched you.

He’d hug you, or hold your hand if you let him, but that was as far as things ever went. It was understandably confusing to you, because who in their right mind would act the way he does?

There were times you’d punched him, kicked him, scratched him, and even tried to stab him once, but to no avail. He’d just simply sigh, and trudge over to your small bathroom to patch himself up, and he was back at your side in a matter of minutes.

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You’d begun to loose track of time when you first started to notice it. How he’d sometimes come down stairs into the basement, long after he’d said he was going to bed, and just shuffle his way over to your bed. He’d lay with you sometimes, and others he’d just stand there for a moment, before leaving, and heading back upstairs.

You never questioned it, nor even bothered to bring up his weird behavior, despite how open and accepting he was. You figured it was just him being paranoid that you’d found a way to escape, and was just checking to make sure your restraints were still in place, but that all changed one night.

You were still up after he’d gone to bed, and opted to just quietly read the latest manga he’d brought to your room from his trip in Tokyo. You were engrossed in a page, when you felt yourself jolt at the sound of the basement stairs creaking under someone’s weight.

You initially scrambled to turn off the lamp, and hide your manga, but you ultimately froze when you caught sight of his lean figure standing tall in the darkness. You stared on in silence, trying your best to make out his figure in the pitch blackness of the basement, before he began moving forward. Your smart mouth actually shut up for once, and you looked on as he inched closer, and closer to you.

Once he literally hovering above you, you could see his chest heaving, and the once light grey t-shirt he’d worn to bed, was now drenched in what you guessed was sweat. His hands were trembling ever so slightly, and almost all at once he fell to his knees. In the dim light provided by the bedside lamp, you watched on as he shuddered violently, and filled you in on how he’d always been struggling with nightmares.

You don’t know if it was pity, or just confusion, but you helped him shred his sweat drenched shirt, and moved over on your bed. It was the first time you’d ever done something like this, albeit without the idea of harming him in mind.

You knew it was probably something serious when he didn’t question your intentions, desperately crawling in bed with you, and nuzzling your stomach as he wrapped his sticky arms around you waist.

He was shivering all over, and you found the more affectionate you were towards him, the more he just seemed to melt under your touch. He was fast asleep in no time.

You weren’t sure why, but you ended up falling asleep too, not feeling disgusted by him in the slightest. Maybe you realized that through all he’d done, he was still human.

[xileonaaaa]

His Home...

Unsealed Gojo x Doctor!Reader Au

CONTAINS JJK SPOILERS!!!!!

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(My very first jjk work on here!!)

In which, Gojo Satoru is brought back to life with the help of a foreign doctor. He goes on to win against Sukuna, but at what cost?

Tw: A little sad, but nothing too over the top. Writing this, and reading it over made me a bit sad as it hit a little too close to home....but anyways enjoy!

Word Count: 7.5k

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⤷ Landing the last hollow purple, Gojo won.

The King of curses was no more, and he was victorious, just as you’d prophesied. 

Everyone was celebrating, his students, his coworkers, everything was okay now.

Right?

….wrong.

Even as his students bombarded him with hugs and praises for his victory, Gojo couldn’t help but let his mind wander over to the thought of you, and how you would’ve reacted. Your usual stoic/serious expression melting away to reveal that beautiful smile of yours-

Shit. What was he thinking?

Gojo scoffed at his own thoughts, choosing to bite back the ever rising bile in his throat, and just enjoy the company of everyone around him right now. 

It was for the best. He’d left for the best….right?

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks, and Gojo still couldn’t stop thinking about you.

All his brain thought about was you, you YOU.

He missed you, and he hated that he had come to that conclusion.

In fact, Gojo missed you so much, that during his own celebratory party, he ended up leaving early just to sit in his room and play back the memories you both had together. 

It didn’t help that the higher ups had no use for him, and gave him a 2 month break. He had tried to refute it multiple times, but he was just ignored. He couldn’t bear to be left alone with his thoughts, they’d tear him apart. 

And that’s just what they did. 

One night, after washing up, he let his mind wander a bit. He thought about that sweet smile you had whenever you had to tend to a scared child or the elderly. You were a genuine and straightforward person, and he adored you for that. He loved you for that.

He….loved you? Gojo frowned at his reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror.

He loved you. He bit down on his toothbrush, and gripped the edge of the sink.

He’s in love with you. 

Gojo abruptly stood up straight, his heart beating so hard he could feel his ears pulsing. He didn’t even have to look in the mirror to know he was blushing like a fool. 

He was in love? 

As much as the mere thought of it used to disgust him, he found himself actually embracing it. He really was in love. He finally had a name to put with these strange feelings. 

Gojo was too embarrassed to meet his own reflection in the mirror again, so he just quietly rinsed out his mouth, and went to bed, his thoughts staying silent the entire time. 

He was excited. He had finally figured out his feelings, and he couldn’t wait to find you, and share them with you.

In fact, Gojo was so excited, that he barely even got any sleep that night, and the very next day he found himself on the first train heading back to your town.

Call him a fool in love, because it was as exactly what he was. 

For the first time, Gojo found himself second guessing his looks. He felt self conscious for some reason. 

He kept pulling out his phone to readjust his hair. He didn’t know if you’d prefer it down or slicked back so he just let it do its own thing. He was starting to regret that decision, as he carelessly tucked away some extreme flyaways. Ah…did he overdress? 

No matter what he did, Gojo just couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t wait to see you again. Had you heard that he beat Sukuna? Were you proud? Did he mention that you were beyond gorgeous? And that he was so smitten for you? 

Gojo stifled a giggle as he rocked in his seat a little. Tucking his phone in his pocket, he examined his hands, yearning for the feeling of your warmth in them. 

Gojo was all too eager to be the first one off the train, his infinity moving people out of his way for him. Stepping out onto the platform, some girls tried to ask him for his number, but he ignored them, and started off towards your clinic.

To anyone watching, Gojo looked like an overgrown kid who was excitedly running home after finding out they were having their favorite meal for dinner. But for him, it was so much better.

He smile was a mile wide, and he couldn’t help the small, excited giggles that escaped his lips as he jogged down the mini dirt road that led to your place of work.

However, his fairy tale that he was living in soon shattered, as he reached your doorstep.

It was closed. Gojo’s smile faded, and was replaced by a frown. Your clinic was never closed this early. He glanced around, pulling his shades off and eyeing the half empty medicine box that you’d left out for your terminally ill patients.

His brows pinched impossibly tighter, and Gojo could feel this sickening feeling start to well up deep in his belly. He didn’t know what it was, but he hated it.

He looked around, and saw no trace of you, not even your cursed energy residuals stood out. 

You must’ve been gone for a long time for that to be the case. You weren’t here. 

Gojo backed away from your clinic’s door, his face scrunched in confusion, hurt and….utter terror for your well being.

You hadn’t gotten hurt and died, right? Or did you go back home to your country? Did you leave him behind? Did your forget about him-

Gojo snapped out of his thoughts as he caught sight of your best friend leaving out of another shop just a couple of yards away.

Just his luck. 

Gojo wasted no time in rushing over to her. That’s right, if anyone knew where you were, it would be her.

“Excuse me.” He said rather rudely, breaking in a conversation between your friend and what looked to be another shop owner.

The woman paused mid sentence, and slowly turned to look at him in his rather disheveled state. 

His shirt was sticking to his chest, he was sweating, and he couldn’t seem to stay still. He looked horrible.

“Can I help you?” She boldly stated, and he appreciated how quickly she got to the point.

“Yes, I’m so glad I saw you. Do you know where Dr. y/n is? She’s not in her shop.” He rasped out, shoving his nervous hands into his pockets to try and seem calmer than he actually was.

He was sure that your best friend would be just as surprised as he was at the fact he’d just laid out on the table, but…she wasn’t.

Instead, she just quietly stared up at him with an unreadable expression on her face. The store owner did the same, and Gojo shifted his gaze between the two women.

Why weren’t they saying anything? Did something happen to you for real? 

To say he was confused would be an understatement, and if it was one thing he’d never mastered, it would be the ability to read rooms.

“Uh, have you seen her by chance? Did she go on a vacation?” Gojo asked, hoping and praying that it was all that you’d done. The shopkeeper and your best friend swapped glances, before the worker bowed, and excused herself.

Gojo was losing his patience by the second, and he was teetering on the edge of insanity. He needed to know if you were okay-

“Is she safe? Please tell me she’s okay. She is okay, right?” He asked, letting just a bit of his desperation show.

The woman shook her head, before sighing. “She’s fine Gojo, she’ll be even better if she never sees your face again.” She spat.

Gojo felt his stomach twist into knots. Was that true? Did you not want to see him? No, that can’t be right.

“Why? I get she might be a bit mad, but I’ve got something important to tell her.” He quickly said. That’s right, he needed to tell you how he felt. How much he loved you.

Your friend’s frown deepened, and she scoffed a bit. “Well then maybe you should’ve thought about that before you rushed off without even properly saying goodbye to her. She’s out of town, and will be for a while.”

“But i-“ Gojo stoped himself. Biting his tongue, and clenching his fists in retaliation, but what was he gonna say to that?

It was true. 

He’d left in the dead of night, leaving nothing behind but a sad note, thanking you for nursing him back to health.

It wasn’t your fault for leaving town, in fact, he didn’t blame you. 

He would’ve done the same thing.

“I don’t even know why you’re here, Gojo. I specifically told you not to hurt her, that you could toy with anyone else’s feeling but hers, and you went and did it anyways.” You best friend scoffed out, throwing up her hands in frustration.

Gojo froze for a moment. 

That’s right….you did have feelings for him. He knew that fully well, and you made sure told you him before the two of you shared a night together. He’d reassured you that everything was alright… and then he left. 

You were afraid to fall for him, and he just blew it all up in your face, by abandoning you.

What was all that talk about being true to one’s feelings? Yeah, a whole line of bullshit that he only spun to give himself an excuse for leading you on.

Gojo’s head lowered, and his bangs cast a dark shadow over his eyes. 

He finally understood now.

He’d never taken the time to think about how you felt about all of this.

His heart ached at the thought of you crying or possibly feeling more than just hurt by his actions.

He’d fucked up big time, but his selfishness still prevailed. He had to find you, and right his wrongs. 

You were the only person who truly loved him for him. Not for his looks, not for his money, or power, or generational gifts. 

Just plain old Satoru.

You’d seen every part of him, and not once did you turn a blind eye. You worked with him to fix his problems, and in the end he’d abandoned you the very first chance he got.

“Do you…have any idea of where she might be?” He suddenly blurted out.

He didn’t care how desperate or loud he sounded.

Your best friend eyed him with a look of contempt, and said nothing. She just stared at him in utter disbelief, then that expression quickly turned to rage.

“Listen, I don’t care how BAD you feel for her, but trust me, she doesn’t need your goddamn pity.”

“Look, it’s not pity I-“

“Really? It’s not? Yeah right. What you’re feeling right now is guilt, and all you want to do is go back and ‘fix’ things, just so you could have her wrapped around your little pinkie finger again. Am I right?”

“What? No, but-“

“There’s no buts Gojo. You can’t just go around with a hammer and try to fix everything, like you’re Bob the builder. Some things are permanently damaged, and from what I’ve seen you’ve broken her.”

Gojo felt his eyes widen, and it took everything in him to keep from lashing out.

No, no it’s okay. He could make it work. He could do it, he just needed to see you first-

“Well, if that’s all you came for then I’m leaving. I suggest you just leave her alone, you’ve done enough.”

Without thinking, he reached out and took a hold of the woman’s sweater. 

“Please. I need to know where she is-“ He paused, and did something he thought he’d never do.

He lied. 

For the very first time in his life.

“She could be in grave danger. This isn’t me being selfish anymore, and this isn’t about my unconfirmed feelings. It’s just me doing my duties as the strongest sorcerer.”

It felt awful to misuse his title like that, but he was getting desperate. 

Even more desperate than he already was.

He kept consistent eye contact, and he felt a twinge of guilt when your best friend’s expression changed from angry to horrified.

Great, she took the bait. 

He continued.

“It’s nothing serious, just- there’s a loose special grade curse roaming around, and attaching itself to weak sorcerers.”

Fuck, he hated calling you weak.

Doing his best to hide his true emotions, the small woman seemed to buy his story, and she revealed where you were currently taking refuge.

Gojo had to bite back an enormous smile that threatened to spread across his lips, as he thanked her profusely.

The location itself wasn’t far, so he ran out into a vacant field, and warped right to the edge of what seemed like a forest.

Initially, he almost screamed out in anger, thinking that your best friend had caught on to his very convenient lie, and had thrown him for a loop, but that all changed the moment he heard the distinct sound of a door opening and closing. 

Realizing that he was behind a bush, he ducked down to avoid being seen, and peeked out from the side.

There you were. As gorgeous as always, wading around in a flowing white dress, with a straw basket in your arms.

Gojo was sure if had a mirror to see his face right now, it would’ve been tomato red.

Damn. He began chewing on his bottom lip.

As he watched you lousily make your way over to the lake that separated you two, he realized you were doing your laundry.

How old fashioned. 

He had to stifle a small giggle at that realization.

Actually, now that he thought about it, everything about you and this place screamed old fashioned.

The place you probably called home was a small cottage, tucked away further back in the treeline.

He wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life here with you, because he was so madly in love with you.

Shocking himself with the tackiness of his own thoughts, Gojo lost his balance for a brief second, and snapped some stray twig behind him. 

Immediately, he watched as you jumped up, already getting into a defensive position, with your cursed energy flaring up behind you.

So cute.

Feeling like his little ploy had been discovered, Gojo stepped out from behind the bush, and almost ran to catch you when he saw you fall forward onto your knees.

But something stopped him.

The silence was so thick, he could’ve sliced through it with a butter knife. 

“What are you doing here?” The hoarseness of your voice startling him a bit.

“I left without saying goodbye. I’m here to apologize for that, and all of the-“

“Leave. Please.” You voice sounded small, weak even. You never sounded like that. 

Gojo found himself at a loss for words. Did you not know how hard it was for him to find you? Why would he just leave you alone?

“No- no I can’t do that.”  He declared, inching forward just a little.

His hands were clenching around pure air, as he wanted nothing more than to just hold you close to his chest, and smother you with all of this newfound affection that he had for you.

“Just go away. Im pretty sure you’ve got other things to worry about now. Don’t feel bad for me, I’m happy for you. Congratulations, you won against Sukuna.”

Your voice came out a lot smaller than last time, and even though he was quite the distance away, he did not miss the sound of your voice cracking in between your words.

That congratulations you gave did not bring him joy in the slightest.

He stayed silent, and perhaps he made things worse by doing so, because he listened to the sounds of your cries as they echoed across the lake. 

This time he didn’t hold himself back, and he ran as fast as he could to you, using his infinity to its max potential to keep his feet from getting wet.

When he reached you, he froze.

You were crying, and despite how ethereal you looked from afar, he could see just how much you were struggling.

Without another second to stop and think about what he was doing, he carefully pulled you up to stand. 

You fought him with every bone and ounce of strength in your body. Crying and screaming obscenities at him. Asking him why the hell was he even here.

He let you continue your rampage, even going so far as to release your hands so you could hit him, and that’s exactly what you did.

No matter how many slaps or punches came his way, he stood there and took it. 

It was what he deserved.

He didn’t know how long this went on for.

All he knew was that one minute he was standing up, and the next he’d been pushed down into the lake, with you straddling him.

You had a death grip on his newly tailored dress shirt, and was asking him, begging him, pleading with him to tell you why he did this to you.

Why he let your feelings for him continue to grow, why he encouraged it, why he treated you like you were so important to him and then abandoned you the first chance he got, why he wasted your time, why he lead you on, why he used you.

Why

Why

Why

Why

Why

You thrashed his body around underneath you.

Gojo could do nothing but lay there and take it. All of the words that he’d recited in his head had long since evaporated when he heard your true feelings.

When he heard just how much he’d hurt you. How much damage he’d caused.

Eventually you calmed down, and got off of him, releasing his water soaked shirt in the process. He was a little surprised that the damn thing was still in tact after all the tugging you did on it. 

He wasted no time in sitting up, desperately searching for your eyes. Something he couldn’t seem to find.

You were a heaving mess, and who knows, he probably was too.

The mud and dirt had soaked into your white dress, staining it a dirty brown, and your hair was sticking to your face and neck.

But worst of all, when he did finally get a good look at them, he noticed your eyes were even more sunken since the last time he’d seen them. Was staying silent not the right answer? 

He didn’t know what to do and without thinking, those three words that kept bouncing around in his head, finally fell out of his mouth.

“I love you.” 

Gojo watched you with eyes full of hope. He knew he was late. He knew he was being selfish, he knew-

“No. No you don’t. Stop lying, just stop fucking lying!” You cried, bringing your muddy hands up to cup your face.

He felt the first painful splinter of his heart.

“No, I mean it. For real, I-“

“Why are you doing this to me? Why? Is it funny to you?”

“Y/n, I am in love with you, and I have been for the longest.”

You didn’t say anything, so he took the chance to continue.

“I realized that now, and I admit I was a coward before, but I’ve seen the error in my ways, and I’m prepared to spend however long it takes to repair the damage I’ve caused to your heart.”

Still nothing.

“Please. Please give me one more chance.”

He begged, rolling forward onto his knees, and taking a gentle hold of your elbow, beckoning you to look at him, even if it was just for a second.

“I promise I won’t disappo-“

“You hurt me, Satoru. It all hurts so bad. No amo- amount of sleep will make it stop.” You cried out, finally letting one of your hands slip from your face.

What your eyes showed him tore his heart to shreds, and he wish he’d never seen it in the first place.

So many emotions were floating around in those dark obs of yours. Anger, hatred even, but the most obvious was your pain. You couldn’t even put it into words, and that in and of itself said enough.

All of the hurt you were going through, he understood that you didn’t want to have to relive any of it. That being said…he also didn’t want to disappear from your life.

Many years down the line, he wanted to be the one walking you down that aisle. He wanted you to take his last name, to share a child with you someday, to come home and see you working around their house knowing full well that you were anything besides a housewife.

So, once again, in favor of his own selfishness, he simply hummed, and stood up. He hesitantly pulled you into a cold hug, and almost immediately felt his chest explode with warmth when you allowed your head to rest there.

You were his missing piece. How come he didn’t realize that all along?

Now that he did know, no amount of fighting and harsh words was ever going to push him away. He wouldn’t let it.

You didn’t fight his embrace this time, you just silently sobbed, and all the while he stood there, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. 

By now, the sun had begun to set, and the mosquitoes had started to come out. Normally he would’ve never had the problem of getting bit by them, but since his infinity was down, he was getting eaten alive. 

However, despite this, he refused to turn it on. He wanted to constantly feel you in his arms, to make sure all of this was real, and that it wasn’t some brutal figment of his imagination.

Your sniffles had dialed down a lot, and he promptly rested his chin atop your head.

“Will you…give me another chance? It’s all I ask for, because this time around, I’ll treat you right. I promise.” He said, pouring even more of his heart out to you.

At this point, he didn’t really care if you said yes or no. He just wanted to be sure that this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you. He wanted to be sure that if he let you go, you wouldn’t disappear on him.

You didn’t answer, and he couldn’t blame you.

He continued standing there with you in that smelly lake water for who knows how long, until finally you took a step back, causing his arms to fall from around your body. He was about to say something, but didn’t even get the chance to when you suddenly grabbed a hold of his collar, and delivered hard slap straight to his cheek.

Fuck, you were strong.

The slap threw him for a spin, and he had to fight his own programmed infinity to not push you away. 

“Don’t you ever, pull some stupid shit like that with me ever again. I don’t know what suddenly gave you a change of heart, but it was probably guilt. You don’t even think of me as you equal, Gojo.”

Ouch. The use of his last name stung a bit. He missed when you’d call him Satoru. It seemed as though you’d found your words again.

“I think it’s best we go our separate ways. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, and I know you’ll just have a good laugh about it later when this guilt of yours wears off-“

You turned to leave, and he lost it. Every bit of composure that he once had went out the window.

“NO- no…I don’t wanna do that.” He said, grabbing your wrist, and spinning you back around to face him. He did all of this with a little too much force, and he took notice of that.

“Gojo please-“ You winced ever so slightly, but he didn’t let up.

“I can’t- why can’t you just understand? I love you, no one else. I’ve never felt the way I do around anyone else. I know what I’m feeling, and this is real. I’m not lying just to warrant some reaction out of you, I swear! You make me feel like I am where I belong. You- Fuck! I don’t-“

For the second time in his life, he was genuinely panicking, and damn near on the verge of tears. He was shaking terribly bad, and his hold on you began to falter.

The mere thought of you leaving him behind, scared him more than anything else.

You were his home that’d he’d spent years searching for. He couldn’t bear the thought of not having you in his life. 

It would break him well past the point of repair.

“Please, I love you and only you. Don’t leave me behind.” He muttered, too caught up in his own fear to notice the tears streaming down his face, and the fact that you’d turned back around and was now hugging him.

At some point, it began to get dark, and when you finally untangled your arms from around him, he felt himself jolt a bit, his body subconsciously chasing after your touch.

Without a word, you carefully took his shaking hand, and guided him out of the water.

All Gojo could do was watch was with wide eyes as you lead him back into your cozy little cottage. Part of him wanted to stop and take off his wet shoes, but he couldn’t bear the thought of even letting go of your hand right now.

You’d let go of his hand ages ago, but it was still him that was holding on with every fiber in his body. He was sure you were going to snap at him and tell him off, but you didnt. You just let him cling to you, and for that he was grateful.

After getting whatever it was that you needed- he wasn’t really paying attention-you lead Gojo to the bathroom.

With how big he was, he found himself having to slouch a bit to keep from hitting the ceiling with his head. It was then that he finally felt you try to slide your hand out from his. 

It took everything in him to let you do that.

But as a consequence, his shaking increased from just his hands to light tremors around his entire body. 

He was so scared. 

Scared that you’d abandon him.

“You should freshen up. You’ll catch a cold.”

You said, and he had to bite his lip to keep any pathetic sounding noises from escaping his mouth when you turned your back to him.

He fought with himself to keep from grabbing you again.

He fought, and fought

And- Fuck it.

He grabbed your elbow just as you were 

about to close the door, and he begged. 

He fucking begged you not to leave him 

alone.

“I’m not going anywhere- okay fine I’ll stay in here with you.” You said, crossing your arms in what he was sure was pure annoyance. 

This seemed to calm him down enough, and maybe he wasn’t moving fast enough, but you took the initiative to unbutton his ruined dress shirt. 

He let it fall to the floor without a care in the world as he kept his eyes trained on your small frame working to get his t-shirt off of him.

You began to fiddle with his belt, before pausing, and walking past him to the tub. He listened as you ran a bath for him, using your own shampoos, which tickled his nose in a good way as your scent slowly filled the room.

After a while of listening to running water behind him, he finally heard you shut the dial off. 

“Take your pants off, and get in.” You said, your doctor’s tone more evident than ever.

He did just that, and only noticed that your eyes were closed when he turned around.

He stepped in the warm bath, and sunk under the bubbles. The warm water seemed to ease his tremors, and for that he was grateful. 

Just as he was about to relax, his body went tense the moment he saw you stand up. However, he relaxed again when he saw you kneel down by the tub. 

You’d grabbed a shampoo bottle and had squirted some into the palm of your hand. With your free hand, you beckoned him to come closer, and he did without any hesitation.

He felt your soft fingers begin to massage his scalp, and he let out a low, satisfied groan. 

It was like all of his problems, his fears just melted away right there on the spot.

Gojo leaned his entire head into your hands, and relaxed his back for once. His arms came out from under the water, and gently came to rest on your waist, his soaked hands further dampening your already soaked shirt.

He thought you were going to swat him away, but when that didnt happen, a smile graced his lips, and he finally, truly relaxed.

Even though his shaking had long since ceased, Gojo found himself disappointed.

He’d come here to set things right with you, to console you. So why was he the one having to get soothed? 

He was so damn pathetic.

The feeling of freshness from the mint shampoo made his mind falter in its accusatory claims, and he willed himself to focus on tracking your fingers as they made small, sharp circles all over his scalp.

He desperately wanted to say something but…what was he going to say?

Could he even ask you about your day? Probably not. He’d ruined that for you.

As he continued to beat himself up in his mind, you broke the silence, briefly pausing your massage on his scalp.

“How did you find me?” You asked, a hint of curiosity in your otherwise hoarse voice.

Gojo thought for a moment, like actually thought before any other tacky words could escape his mouth.

“I asked- someone.” He half assed.

Only to continue not even a minute later when you didn’t even prod him.

“I lied to your friend.” He finally mumbled, feeling not very proud to admit that fact.

“I spun her some bullshit lie about how there was a special grade curse roaming around the area.” He mumbled, lightly squeezing your sides to keep you planted down by the tub. To keep you close to him.

Not like you couldn’t just move whenever you felt like it.

His ears were straining to hear something, anything that would give away your reaction.

Would you be angry? Sad? Mad? Disappointed in him? He didn’t know, and was too much of a coward to look up and see for himself.

Then you sighed.

You fucking sighed. 

Gojo couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad one, but at least it was something!

“Never thought I’d see the day where Mr. Goody-two shoes would lie to someone, and for such a stupid reason too.” You huffed, returning your fingers to his scalp.

 He felt his heart swell at the casualness of your tone, and he let out a low giggle, but he soon caught himself.

What did you mean by, “a stupid reason” ?

No, the reason wasn’t stupid at all. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but before he could even think twice, the words fell from his mouth yet again.

“…it wasn’t a stupid reason.” He mumbled, hoping that you would, and would not hear it at the same time.

If you did hear what he said, you, yourself never said anything, only silently continued to pick out the small twigs and leaves from his hair.

What kind of face were you making right now? Were you-

The sound of your phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts, and he listened as you mumbled something under your breath.

He didn’t catch it.

You once again retracted your fingers from his hair, and dipped them into the bath water, before wiping them on your soaked dress.

You started to stand up, and for a moment he didn’t move. He didn’t let his arms slip down, he just kind of kept them there.

“I’ll be right back.” You muttered, and that made him feel a bit better, so he complied, and let you go.

Crossing his arms, he rested his chin atop them, and just thought about everything.

“Hey Shoko, what’s up?” Your voice rung out from somewhere outside the bathroom. It sounded fake, and it bothered him.

“Oh, yeah. What about Gojo?” You asked, reemerging in front of the bathroom door, to look at him.

“He left and went where?” You asked, faking your apparent shock.

“Well, that’s seems like something he’d do. What’s the matter though, you guys seem to really need him.” You prodded, your eyes boring holes in his.

This isn’t exactly the kind of eye contact that he’d been wishing for.

Your gaze, it was different.

It was colder, and he hated it so damn much. But what did he expect? Did he think you were just going to look at him the same way you did before he left?

In his dreams.

“Yeah. I mean that’s great, because he’s at my place right now.” You said, turning around to walk back out of the bathroom.

He hated when you turned your back to him.

“I don’t know Shoko, I wish I could tell you why myself.” 

You do know why. He’d made it very clear.

“Yeah it’s nothing really. Just had a good old doctor to patient conversation.” You lied.

No. That wasn’t it and you know it.

“Of course, I’ll have him back to you by tomorrow. He’s just a little confused right now, and a little out of it.”

No he wasn’t! He was perfectly fine. 

And what the hell did you mean by confused?

“Okay. Also, I’m transferring over to that new clinic overseas. So, tomorrow might be the last time you see me for a while.”

What? You’re transferring where? Did you lie to him? No, no you can’t leave hi-

“Yeah, so you’ll have to treat me to lunch next time. Oh, my voice? I’ve just got a mild cold.”

You’re lying again. Please stop.

“Pfft, I don’t sound that bad do I?”

Stop pretending that you’re okay.

“It’ll pass, I swear. All of this crap actually, it’s just- it’s not even important Shoko-“

He lost it. 

Gojo stood up so suddenly and so fast, that some of the bath water spilled out of the tub and onto the floor. He noticed the pause in your conversation, but he didn’t care.

He grabbed the towel that was still on the toilet seat next to him, and hastily wrapped it around his waist.

Not that he particularly cared if he flashed you or not, but more so for his own decency.

He left the bathroom, and strode over to you. With dripping wet hands, he snatched your phone from your much smaller ones.

“Hey-“ You tried to shout at him, but he put the speaker on.

“Shoko.” He said, his voice not having its usual smugness to it caused both women to go silent.

“Listen to me, and relay this message to my students as well. I’m coming back, and I’m bringing someone who they’d love to meet with me. Right now, I’m not away on any business or missions, I’m just trying to fix something that’s very important to me.”

He said, not once breaking eye contact with you, before hanging up. 

You said nothing, just continued to stare up at him with some unknown emotion floating around in those dark obs of yours.

The silence was so loud he swear he could have heard a pin drop.

Why the hell did he just do that???

Sure he’d talked a good game, but he was so nervous. 

Were you going to slap him again? That was pretty rude of him to just snatch your phone away like that.

He tried to give it back, but you just stared at him like he was some sort of alien or something.

Then, without a word, you brushed past him, and walked back into the bathroom. He was about to follow you, but stopped when you emerged with his wet clothes in your arms.

You weren’t going to kick him out were you?

“You seem fine now. Go finish taking your bath, I’ll have your clothes washed and dried by the time you finish.” You said, before walking off down the small hallway to some room. 

Dammit.

He gripped your phone, and continued on into the bathroom. For some odd reason, he took it with him.

He let the significantly smaller towel fall to the floor before sinking back into the bath you’d made for him.

At least it was still warm.

He still had your phone, and it was unlocked. So, him being as nosy and as intrusive as ever, he decided to take a look at your photos, because…why not?

He missed you.

Part of him didn’t know what to expect, but when he began just aimlessly scrolling, he took note of just how many people you’d helped.

Just like him.

There were mostly pictures of you smiling with children, those of whom seemed to have terminal illnesses.

Man, you were such a ball of light that he wanted all to himself, but he knew had no right.

He scrolled some more.

Pictures of farm animals, some stray cats cuddling, even frogs that’s you’d managed to pick up.

Then he saw something that almost made him drop the phone in the water.

A cake.

He clicked on the image and just stared at it.

‘Happy Birthday Satoru.’

It spelled out, with you posing off to the side.

That’s right, his birthday was a few weeks ago…

You didn’t forget. After all he did, you never forgot.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Gojo clicked off your screen and placed your phone down on  the toilet lid. 

His chest kept tightening, and he didn’t know why. 

It wouldn’t stop.

He never knew pain like this.

The pain of losing something he once had in the palm of his hands. 

True love.

He was a complete amateur when it came down to stuff like this, and when the pain became so bad that he could barely breathe, he leaned back so that more of the lukewarm water could cover him.

He didn’t know why he did it, he-

Who was he kidding? Of course he knew why. He was just trying to make himself feel better by replacing the water’s warmth with your own, in his head.

It wasn’t working, but he was desperately trying to convince himself that it was.

“Gojo, I dunno if these will fit you, because they’re my older brother’s clothes. Might be a little baggy on you, since you do have a smaller frame…” You said, mumbling the last part probably to yourself.

He still heard you, but by now he’d retracted back into his mind. His legs were pulled against his chest, and he was just rocking.

Thinking about how he was going to fix this mess that he’d created.

“Satoru-“ He heard you call out in that sweet voice of yours, and he lost all self control in that moment.

His head swiveled around, and he saw you looking at him with concern etched on your features. You were back to kneeling by the tub, and he instantly met your lips.

God he missed that sweet taste.

He devoured you in a matter of seconds, craving your warmth.

“Sa- Gojo-“

“Satoru.” He emphasized.

“Wh-“ He reached out and pulled you closer so he could kiss more of you.

It was just like he remembered. 

You were still as sensitive as ever.

Even though your sighs and tiny shakes were addictive, he willed himself to pull away.

“Do you see how I feel? What you do to me?”

You said nothing, and he only smiled.

You just didn’t know how powerful you were. You had the strongest sorcerer in the palm of your hand, ready to do whatever, whenever you wanted. However, those facts were all useless in this situation.

You stood up, and wiped your mouth. Your gaze holding nothing but coldness in it, as you glared down at him.

“If I knew I was going to get assaulted, I would’ve left you outside.” You spat, and his smile dropped immediately.

Oh…

He watched as you spun around, and was about to walk out of the bathroom, before you paused, keeping your back to him.

“There’s a spare bedroom down the hall to the left. Feel free to use it, my assistant is out of town right now. There’s food in the fridge, help yourself.” You said, before disappearing out of view.

He fucked up…yet again.

Gojo sighed, before standing up, the bath water falling off of him in waves.

-

Gojo found that he had no appetite. 

You’d long since disappeared into your room, and he found himself staring at it, wondering what you were doing.

Your door was closed.

Should he knock? Could he knock?

He’d pissed you off enough today, and he didn’t want to push his limits anymore than he already had, so he sat down on your couch, and just stared off into space.

He didn’t know much time had passed, when he finally heard your bedroom door creak open, and you turned off the kitchen lights, mumbling something incoherent under your breath.

Yeah, you had definitely fallen asleep.

Smiling to himself, Gojo stood up, and effortlessly walked into the kitchen where you still were. He noticed you’d gotten a glass of water, and was just standing by the sink, lazily sipping on it.

“Why are you still up?” You mumbled, keeping your back to him.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed.

“How’d you know I was behind you?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

He was fighting to keep from wrapping his arms around your waist. He knew he had lost that right a long time ago.

“Your eyes. I can feel them.” You said, pouring out the rest of your glass, and gently setting it down in the sink.

He really loved the sound of voice when it was like this. He wondered what it would be like to wake up with you, and hear you whisper his name with that beautiful voice of yours.

If he were in a cartoon, he was so sure that he would’ve had heart eyes.

“Goodnight.” You said, not even bothering to look at him, as you turned the other way.

He followed you.

When you got to your bedroom door, you paused, and he swore if the lights were on, he’d see the meanest side eye ever.

“Uh….your room is right there.” 

“Can I sleep with you?” He blurted out.

You fell silent, before a huffing out a sigh. Before you could even let him down, he had already created the perfect excuse.

“I’ve still got pretty bad night terrors.” He said, looking down at his feet, and doing his best to look all small and innocent. 

He couldn’t tell if it was working, but the minute you sighed again, and walked inside, you left the door open.

He almost jumped for joy, as he walked in behind you, carefully shutting the door as he did.

He stood there in the dark room for a moment.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t see, it was more so he didn’t know what to-

He felt your smaller hand latch on to his as you led him to your bed.

His heart was racing, and his face felt so hot. He was practically trembling all over again.

Once you reached the edge of the bed, you let go of his hand, and climbed in, shifting over to the wall with your back towards him.

You didn’t even say goodnight before he heard your light snores start to erupt.

He chuckled a bit, and climbed into bed behind you. He snuggled under the blanket, and shuffled a little too close to you.

He was so happy.

Gojo knew better than to try to do something to you while you slept. It was out of the question, out of the entire equation. So, he laid there, his hands tucked in between his thighs as he watched you sleep. He felt like a little kid all over again, and a light shiver ran through him. 

At the moment, all six of his eyes were trained on you. Each one relaying different versions of information back to his brain.

He was in love.

Love….he once hated that word, but all that ever played in his mind was love. He so desperately wanted to tell you how much he cares for you, how much he loves you, but he knows you won’t hear him. You’re asleep of course, but that doesn’t stop him from speaking his thoughts out loud.

He gently raises a hand to pick at a piece of your hair, lightly tugging it in his direction. “You know, I’m an asshole.” He started, lightly huffing a laugh to himself.

“I’m selfish too. I know you said you wanted to be happy, and that you didn’t want to see me again, but I can’t bring my self to let you go. I don’t want to let you go.”

“I want to keep you all to myself for as long as possible. I don’t want any other man to look at you and try their luck with you, and I don’t want you to fall for any other man either.”

“So yeah, I’m selfish and to be frank, I’ve…never actually felt like this before.”

“You make me feel so many emotions, ones that I still can’t even put a name to. Pitiful ain’t it?”

“One thing I do know, is that I truly am in love with you, and I don’t want to loose you if I can help it.”

“I don’t know what I have to do, or how long it’ll take for you to even think about forgiving me, but I’ll be here, patiently waiting for you.

Goodnight.”

“….goodnight, Satoru.”

His eyes went wide, and he felt his entire body tense up in shock.

What should he say? Holy shit you heard him? Were you awake this entire time?

Before he could even think about getting his bearings, you rolled over on your side to face him. Your eyes….he couldn’t tell what emotion they held, but he could feel them on him.

He felt your hand trying to find its way to his cheek, and he was quick to put his head in your palm. 

You said nothing, and frankly, he was glad.

He didn’t think he’d be able to handle anything you could have said.

Instead, he cautiously wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you snug against his chest.

Almost instantly, warmth bloomed all throughout his body, and he felt fuzzy inside. A shiver ran down his body, and he slid a little closer to you.

However long it took, he was going to make up for what he did. He was sure of it.

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A/N: I hope I got his character right, I felt like i was jumping all over the place with his inner dialogue, but I hope you guys liked it

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