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ayy same boat bro

This picture makes me go feral-

I want nikolai to shove his fingers into my mouth so I can suck them of all that dirt on those hand and I want fyodor to feed me (so much I am choking and tearing up. I straight up want them to choke me, one with his delicate fingers down my throat while the other can wrap his slender fingers around my neck choking me, making me tear up and then "bullying" me for not being able to take it, but then immediately start peppering kisses on my face and body teasing me and shit like please, I'll do anything for you two

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NOOO THE ONE THING MY BABY WANTED, HIS WISH NEVER CAME TRUE GEGE. GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE (he wrote this anime masterfully, yet I feel its not at its true potential of being a horror anime, so he just fucking gave up amd pumped it full of angst)

IN MY WORLD he is happily married to that girl who liked him in his, he left the jjk world and lives w her in a condo having normal problems

megumi is alive and asleep, while Maki leads the clan making killer descisions

and Yuuta is the Gojo clan leader, he is also serving, bc he respected Maki's idea of not merging the clans together (Yutamaki for the win) (Yuuta gave birth, i was there, i saw it) (trust me bruh)

atleast gojo died as gojo, and not the strongest, I'm happy for him

MY BABYYYYYY AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE WAS STILL USED AS A WEAPON EVEN POSTHUMOUSLY AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH IMGONNACRY-

daily reminder that itadori yuuji is actually nobody, and forgettable. when he dies, he has no family to mourn him. his surname is his and only his when he dies. his ancestral home, where wasuke raised him, goes to the government of japan. his manga collection remains in dust until its donated to some second hand store. he doesn't get a grave. he doesn't get a funeral. no one sees his body. shoko doesn't give it a second glance while wrapping it up.

itadori yuuji died loveless.

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Summary: After coming back from the bar, drunkenly in love with longing for your touch. Losing that uptight tie and stoic attitude, he could finally have you all to himself.

Pairings: Drunk Nanami Kento x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluffy, SMUT, intoxicated Nanami, your university crush Nanami aged like fine wine, marking, sex, anal sex, man-handling, pussy drunk Nanami, mutual pining, a yearnful man, pathetically desperate man, bitchy Gojo, slight Haibara x Shoko, annoyed Geto

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He stood stunned, staring at the closed lift doors, mechanical whirring taking Geto back down to the other two.

Now, he wondered.

Nanami's not dumb; he knew you had a crush on him in university. He believes it's because of the glow-up he had.

According to your kind words, 'Going from blond emo twink to a smokin' hottie.'

He remembers all those fond times, when accidentally grazed fingers, held eye contact for a little too long, hugged each other so tightly that it would be on the borderline of being friends.

Slowly walking back to his hotel room, deep in thought, pacing this long lavish hall on his own he began to think.

Remembering all those times he asked his girl friends what a lady would like, how much skinship is apropriet for flirting. He'd even bought books and watched videos to understand and craft himself into someone who could please you better.

Hell, he even went down this reddit rabbit-hole not long ago.

Nanami shudders at the reoccuring thought of sitting infront of his monitor, disregarding work and loosing his mind over many people's experiences of terrible, pure criminal men.

That's when he vowed to NEVER be so low. To become the ideal that women-you specifically, and only you-want.

Reaching to his shared room door, he hesitates with the handle. Hand hovering above it.

You, on the other hand had been going through his camera roll and have been taking pictures of some absolutely gold pictures of him. Must've been his guilty pleasure, taking pics of his own abs, messy hair dangling before his eyes, frames hanging dangerously low on his nose as the morning sun light frames his face perfectly, illuminating his blond hair.

Wanting to touch him, caress his chiseled chin, drag your fingers down between his muscular chest, leaving trails of kisses on his neck as your fingers descend down, down, down till the hem of his pants.

Watch him unravel by your fingers.

Heavy breathing as he pounds up into you. One veiny hand gripping your thighs while the other's on your neck.

Giggling and kicking your feet as you roll around on his side of the bed. Just then, a knock on the door woke you up from your daydreams.

Sitting up, you place his camera in it's respectful place, taking a quick selfie, before walking over to open the door.

And truly, you didn't know what to expect. Shoko? With a cigarette and a bottle for the two of you, like y'all planned? Or Haibara with another round?

Nothing could have prepared you for that lethal man who stood before you.

Hair ruffled up, his typical slick back was softer now, a few strands hung before his thinned olive eyes that shamelessly hid an unrelenting want within.

Took everything in him not to fuck it up st the door. Every fibre of his being was itching, begging to touch you.

Be with you.

Be on you,

or even in you...

Unsure if he's even there, you adress him rather unsurely. "Nanami..?" His eyes locked onto yours, hesitantly reaching towards you.

He just wanted to hug you.

Wants your embrace so bad.

So bad, he's never been this pathetic.

"Hm?" You tilt your head, stepping a bit backwards to let him in. Yet you feel two strong, steady arms pull you close. Face planting right inbetween his tiddies. Breathing in his scent, then tasting the faintest smidge of alcohol. Giggling to yourself, you glance up at his rather relaxed, youthful face. Reaching up to fix his glasses, while his hands rest comfortably on your waist. "Nanam-"

"Kento." He whispered, halting your movements.

"Huh? Want me to call you Kento?"

He nods. "You call me by my last name so much," a hand snakes up and softly caresses your cheek. "makes me think you'd wan' it behind your own."

Feeling the heat creep up on your cheeks, you look away from him, perhaps to save yourself the embarassment. Feeling his longful gaze on you, your eyes return to his.

Clearing your throat, you reutter your scentence, finding your words with difficutly.

"Anyways, come in." You pull away, hand in hand, leading him into the room. After walking past the little red couch that comfortably fits two people having tea together in bathrobes before breakfast.

He abruptly sat down, pulling you into his lap. Face to face, he just holds you closer to his chest. Breathing battered, heavy, right in your ear. You begin to giggle at his unusually unraveled behaviour. "Had too much alchohol?"

He shook his head a little, mumbling a weak "No." Shifting in his lap you feel something buldging under you, right against your pussy.

Your breath hitched, feeling his cock hard and excited for you, sighing before thinking of doing something diabolical.

Moving your hips in circles, back and forth, riding his soft moans and futile attempts of stopping you. His huge, veiny hands grippingg g6 your sides, at first to stop you, then slowly to guide your movements and pace.

The next squence of actions have you in a blurred chokehold. Grinding your clothed pussy on his hard-on, Kento's hands travelled up and down your body, caressing every curve, squishing your tummy, agonizingly slowly hands ascend till your breasts.

A symphony of moans filled the room, as chill air cascades in through the open windows. Lifting his head for you to see his hungered eyes. Promptly, an arm goes under your butt, while the other supports your back as he picks you up and gently walks over to the bed, laying you down.

He pets your thigh to signal your eyes onto him. Watching his eyes trail down to your core, then flash back up at you. Then it clicks!

He's asking for permission.

You nod.

To which he lets out a laugh that's more of a sigh. "No, darling," Tone of a venomous velvet snake that'll intoxicate you with it's love. Then it shifts to the sexiest baritone voice.

"Say it."

"Y-Yes...please"

Your little, pathetic, plea was all it took for him to pull your trousers down in one swift motion and go on his knees. He pulled you closer to the edge, your knees over his shoulders as Nanami nudges his nose against your soaking core, eliciting the softest moans from your precious, parted lips.

Hiding your face with those adorable little hands were futile. Nanami smiled against your cunt, licking a mean stripe across, prodding his tongye into where it doesn't belong. Just to tease you.

"Nanami-Ah!" His large, firm hands spread your thighs apart and the next you felt was a sharp sting on your poor pussy.

"Forgot so soon, princess?" His loving voice, dripping with malice teased. He gazed up to make eye contact with you. His deeply pleasant voice mixing with your humilitating moans. "What's my name again, darling?" Drawling out that last word, as if to purposefully fuck your mind.

Still recovering from his hit, you whimper a pathetic "Ke-Kento."

Returning to his favourite spot, between your legs, he mumbled a "Yes?" against your lips, licking and sucking at the nub through your underwear.

"Ken-mmph!-Kento! Please, please take it off."

Nuzzling his nose further in, you felt his voice vibrate against your lower lips. "Take what off, dear?"

"My," Stealing a sharp breath of air at his scandelous behaviour down there, you sit up a bit, running a hand through his hair then meanly tugging at the roots, forcing his greedy face to look you in the eyes. Having Nanami look so pathetic and puddled because of you was a dream come true. This man is a whole ass dream come true. In a breathy voice you murmur. "my underwear and your shirt."

He smiled, love-drunkenly. Backing off, standing up. His sculpted body towered over you as he slowly-so fucking agonizingly slowly-you wanted to get up and tear it off of him. But you didn't.

Why?

Because his eyes glared over your body, roughly taking his tie off, he placed it between his teeth, roughly climbing over to you. Straddling your pathetic body, with his muscular thighs as he ties your hands together with that tacky, yet iconic, leopard print tie. His bare chest hung right above you, giving you an ample 4K resolution view of this sexy man's tiddies.

Soon, he crawled back down, back to bring between heaven and reality.

That would be the last thing you remember. Nanami had you fucked out of your god damn mind. First he made you cum on his tonge as he ate you out like some starved, depraved man. Ravishing your poor cunt till you saw stars twinkling above your head, doing your best to supress all the whimpering and moaning.

To no avail.

Then, he flipped you over, giving your ass a good spank before he teased his way in. Dick so hard it felt penatrating, as he gently pressed his way in. Letting you accomadate his size for a few mintues. While he reached down, feeling his heaving bare chest on your back, to pat your head and ruffle your hair.

You lifted your self onto your forearms, since his tie didn't let for much freedom. Then it all became a messy blurr, he shoved your head into the pillow, whisper-moaning sweet nothings into your ears as he rocked your body. Knocking the air our of your lungs, eyes rolling back as drool spilled from the corners of your mouth. Spluttering onto his dick pushed him over the edge. Made him cum hard all over you back, pull out game is still strong.

He chuckled at your fucked out face, laying down next to you as you whine and whimper at the loss of contact. He whispered with a seductive tone laced with venom, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. "Ready for round three, darling?"

MEANWHILE the other four were huddled up in Gojo and Haibara's room down the hallway, which was furthest from yours.

He had booked twin beds instead of a queen sized bed. Groaning as he watched the others team up on him by stacking all their plus cards together.

They were all cramped onto one bed, Shoko next to Gojo and across from them were Haibara and Geto.

Geto spoke up, admist the laughing. "Good thing you booked our rooms far from theirs."

Gojo whined, throwing his head back onto a pillow. Then he sat back up.

Shoko added. "Yeah," she chuckled, watching Gojo's face drop at the amount of plus fours. "aaand~ we booked them a couples room."

Haibara lit up, watching the pale haired male's misery unfold. As, he turned to Shoko and Geto. "Right! It was so hard to keep a straight face this morning! Y'know when they were asking and shit."

Gojo groaned, glaring at the three down as he reluctantly started picking up 20 cards from the deck. Sulking, he spat. "Yeah, and guess what?" he side-eyes the rest of them. "I was blamed for it." Going from one single UNO to holding 21 cards, while the others all possessed a minimum of three!

He wanted to give up. Then, still sulking, he remarked, rolling his eyes. "They're probably fucking like bunnies or something."

Taglist: @nanamin-chan @lucilles-witchery @yoonseokerist @alverdekote @floquis

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Megumi x reader

Summary: Perfect student Megumi has a suspicion on you, do you like him back? He needs to confirm this suspicion of his, because of this he plays your little game, unbeknownst to you he also has a secret.

Word Count: 0.6k

tw.: little suggestive at the end, mutual pinning

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Classmate!Megumi who's focused in class, almost always focused that is, when you look at him those eyes he can't focus now can he?

Classmate!Megumi who notices every glance you've given his way, he's surprised your so focues on his hands to see the blush creeping on his face

Classmate!Megumi who caught you looking at him so many times, overheard ( or got told) conversations about him coming from you which were a bit borderline obsessive. Usually you'd rant to Yuuji or Nobara, Panda, Inumaki even Maki! Anyone who'd listen, except Gojo.

Classmate!Megumi who would've called you out for being a creep if he already wasn't so obsessed with you, so he counts this as equal.

Classmate!Megumi who's always observed you from afar, the two of you have these moments where you get lost in each other’s eyes. He's seen the dirty absolutely filthy glance you've given his hand in that short time period.

Classmate!Megumi who puts on a show of his hands on purpose for you, cracking his knuckles, flexing his fingers, intertwining them and even touching his face at times. Your gaze not faltering once.

Classmate!Megumi who's always on top of his perfect grades, but also on you.

Classmate!Megumi there's a handful of times where he's dragged you to a secluded area around the school when everyone's out and whispered nasty shit into your ear while having you suck his fingers off.

Classmate!Megumi intensly gazing at you, following your every move, how you tediously sucked on his fingers, so slowly, he was losing it.

Classmate!Megumi who's had enough, uses the drool covered hand to grab your chin, smirking at your slight discomfort, rubbing his drool coated thumb on your lips. Parting them open, just slightly.

Classmate!Megumi who hasn't uttered a single sound yet, just gazes at you as if he's trapped in a daze. Brining his lips closer, he gives you a light peck on the lips and a tight hug before scurrying off to practice, leaving you just there. Confused.

Classmate!Megumi too embarrassed to even look at you, he just write anonymous love letters instead, they all know it's him, even Gojo knows.

Classmate!Megumi everytime you go close he manages an excuse and scurries. So, you Yuuji and Nobara are plotting to somehow corner him into talking when Maki's wise words suggest, rather aggressively, just barge into his room and confront him.

Classmate!Megumi putting Maki's plan into action you sprint into his room slam the door open and startling Megumi from his game. You rush over to him and put both your hands on his armchairs arms, caging him. No where to run now!

Classmate!Megumi who is red in the face, refuses to make eye contact with you. Now you grab his chin and make him look up at you, only for him to dive into another kiss. this time the kiss lasted longer, bit more intense. Sliding his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

[ Too bad you didn't close the door, you've given Yuuji and Nobara all the evidence they need to report to Gojo about Mission: get those two together ( ACCOMPLISHED ). ]

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CHAT dont freak out i just changed my vibes a bit

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Do I wanna know?

Summary: Training is fine, if it wasn't with the one guy you wanted the most. Yet, he? Would barely care about you, just awkwardly stoic and slightly distant. Almost everyone, but him, knows you love him.

Pairings: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff, one-sided love, foolish Megumi, Silly Gojo, training with the awkward boy, slight injuries, nothing serious, his doggos love you.

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Perhaps it was a terrible idea to sleep through an uncanny amount of alarms only to wake up a solid TEN minutes before morning training.

The schedules here were fuckass, students sort of had a clue on what will happen, although much of the activities mattered on the teacher's—*cough cough* Gojo's—mood. On this refined morning, where even the Sin decided to sleep in behind greying blankets of plush, cloud warmth with the silky wind gently fanning his face.

Freshening up as much as you could, more like lamenting and dreading this day's possible events as you brushed your teeth, gazing into your own tored eyes.

It hasn't even been long since you enrolled here, yet the people are suprisingly easy to get along with—I mean, after a few rounds of life-or-death missions—who wouldn't feel close to their comrades? After sharing blood, sweat and intresting insults towards botched faced curses.

At first, they were all pretty intimidating. All except for that pink headed guy who bears odd reseblence to Togepi.

Took a while longer to fully warm up to the rest of them, it was quite the challenge especially with that D1 yapper Mr.Onigiriismywholepersonality upperclassmen.

However, the most challenging individual out of them all was none other than that supposed pretty prodigé.

Leaving your room, to down a quick glass of chilled water before having to deal with everyone. Procrastinating till the very end, not that it would mstter bring a few minutes late anyways, what's the worst that could happen?

Peaking your head over the side, spying on the training grounds to check if anyone was there, although the steady bickering had given that away long before you even had to reach the mere dreadful vicinity of the training grounds—which weren't even bad—you just were not the most athletic person, so obviously one would not be fond of such a  sweaty places.

Humming in confirmation to yourself that that beloved teacher isn't there, yet. Ready to tirn on your heel, to walk back into the kitchen for another glass of water, or to grab your phone from your room, although by then you would be terribly late, a certain stern sisterly voice called out to you.

Groaning in defeat, as your legs automatically U-turn and head down the steps to greet the rest. Posture slouched and still rubbing your eyes awake to better see their bullshit in HD quality.

The first to greet you was the overly friendly Itadori Yuuji, without his help you'd still be a reclusive hermit. Tackling you into a hug, as the two of you almost tumbme over fron the sleed of which he ran to hug you.

Then peeling this boy off of you was none other than your shining knight in pearl armour; Kugisaki Nobara. An older sister figure alongside Maki, they doted on you in their own ways. Nobara always dragged you out of your room to socialise, while Maki helped tremendously with your training and physique. She taught you most of the moves you could probably pull off.

Almost obsorbing you into their arguement, slipping out you stood listlessly beside the two, awkwardly positioning yourself next to the king of nonchalance, which is a huge ass fucking LIE, Megumi Fushiguro.

It was the only safe spot truly. Not that he would protect you from the other two or anything, no, nah, not at alll. He's rather awkward, the air is always stiff when the two of you are near each other. It's unbareable.

He always stands so tall, with his head helf high, oddly sharp jaw which goes into contrast with his soft cheeks that one would simply have to resist taking a bite out of. Although that would be impossible, it's like Eve taking the apple. His eyes trail after the rather reckless bodies which were currently having their own pre-spar showdown, throwing words around haphazardly. Such pleasant blue eyes, not as intense as Sensei's, but lulling enough to have you swim for longer than necesssry.

There it is. That deep voice of his. At first, it sounded fake. So fake infact you had asked the others about it and they replied it's just how he is...and yes, that's his real voice. He had muttered a "Good morning" under his breath and shuffled a little further away from you.

To you? It had ways been like that, for the past six? seven? months you had known him he's always been so distant and quick to pull away. Not one to speak to you in group, let alone single settings. He would rather the abyssal silence deafen both of your ears than to ask a simple question or to engage in useless small talk. Never maintaining eye contact. What's worse is he wouldn't even look at you when you speak. Just gazes in the opposite direction, as if anything else could be more intresting than what you have to say.

To him? His life is on the line right now. If he stood statue-esq, still as a tree on a windless day his cover would have blown. It's a miracle how the other teo have yet to figure it out, although he would rather "WITH HIS TREASURE, I SUMMON" than to actually tell his closest friends that the blush that shamelessly spreads across his cheeks are not from the running, or sparring. That when he looses his breath, or words, it's not because he's tired, but because he is distracted. All too caught up in the way his brain slowly processes the way you stare at him.

It has him short-circuit. He is done for.

The last thing he needs is to be put on the same missions as you, or to be in your general space for longer than a minute without an escape route—because trust me when I say—he will combust.

The first few days he was iffy and weirded out by you. Why did you demand this almost foreign feeling from him? He felt worried, yet the more he was able to diagnose his cause, the worse his syptoms became.

Then the beloved teacher spawned out of no-where. He wore casual clothes, ditching that crusty, sweaty blindfold for some crisp vision. "GOOD MORNING CHILDREN!" He beamed, appearing right behind Fushiguro, who seemed to have been dozing off. Scaring his own son a little in the morning.

"GOOD MORNING, GOJO SENSEI!" Only one person had the mental capacity to match this beaming teacher's morning energy. Pretty sure they both had less than three hours of sleep, collectively.

The rest of us groaned a greeting with a pleasant smile. He stood next to the pretty guy, so of course he was in your line of sight. Not your fault that while muting out whatever Gojo sensei was saying, observing the boy infront of you.

If only you noticed that someone else seemed to have taken note of this one-sided affair.

Clapping his hands, the teacher announced. "Alright kids, now as for your morning training you will have to spar with the person I assign you too!" He grinned, heavily emphasizing that I.

Meguni felt this growing dread blooming in his chest. Huffing to himself, already aware that his fate has been sealed.

Gojo did a beautiful pirouette pointing both  hands to Yuuji's direction, who was jumling and popping off the ground. Then, his hands panned from the kid who's probably high on some drug to...

Megumi's heart dropped, Nobara chuckled and the next you felt was the ground swallowing you whole with an extra added weight burying you.

While you lay, pushing and bickering with Yuuji on the ground, Gojo and Nobara shared a knowing look then glanced towards Fushiguro. Who seemed awfully stiff, jaw clenched and eyes spilling more emotion than normal.

Walking up to him, Nobara patted gis shoulder. "Don't worry, bro, I feel ya."

He shot her a rather confused look. To which she remarked. "Oh, shut up-"

"I haven't even said anything."

"Doesn't matter. I wanted to be paired with heeerrrr." She whined. An oscar winning actress.

Meanwhile, Yuuji pushed himself off of you, offering a hand to help you up. Glaring him down. Standing up on your own and crossing your arms had him shaking your shoulders, apologies spilling from his mouth, until he promised something he would inevitably regret later.

Now his shoulders slouched, as he stood a few feet away, facing you. "No, wait! I take that back-"

"No take backs! You PROMISED that you'll sing and dance to any song I choose." You stood triumphantly, hands on your hips, grinning at his forseen demise.

All the while Yuuji groaned, long and drawn out in a drained sing song voice. "There goes my dignityyy~" Then the teacher clapped again, commencing the training session.

After an hour of getting your ass handed to you by Yuuji, who just giggled everytime you threw an insult at him. "WHAT THE HELL-" He shrieked.

Oh, how the turns have tabled. You chased him down. Tackling him onto the ground and perching yourself onto his back. Now it was your body weight burying him face first into

the dirt.

"Oh, c'mooonnn! I'm dying down here! You're kinda heav-AH! M'SORRY" Yuuji screamed, begging for his life after you slapped his ass really hard.

"Aww, what's that? Can't hear you." You chuckled, feeling content with this session. Between the two of you, it was obvious that Yuuji was stronger physically with his freakish inhumae strength, yet he always held a soft spot training with you. Not with Nobara or Maki though, he won't ever admit it, but he's scared to shit from them. He's afraid of you too, just can't help being nicer. He sees you like a younger sister, someone to protect. Unlike Maki and Nobara, who are strictly older sisters.

Now, by routine there would be a thrity minute break then partner swap. Chugging some water and doing streches with Nobara, while arguing with Yuuji in the shade is a comforting dream.

Yuuji, sparked up. "OH! Speaking of breakfasts," he giggled devilishly, nudging Megumi's side. "Me and Fushiguro, here, were discussing what I should eat this morning and he said that I should eat some of that blue box cereal-"

Pondering out loud, you muttered. "Blue boxed cereal...Wait, isn't that Nobara's favourite-"

She lunged at him, pulling his left ear. "SO, YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY CEREAL'S BEEN FINISHING QUICKER, HUH?" She reprimanded, veins popping.

"WHAT? ME?" He pitched his voice higher, clearly offended by this accusation. Soon, that defense dissolved unto whining. "I literally tried it todaaayyyy, it was Fushiguro who reccomended it to me!"

She sent a glare his way, to which Fushiguro raised both hands feigning innocence. "Before you rip my ears off, it wasn't me." His smoother voice was laced with an underlying of mischief. Then, he pointed his left index towards you. "Saw her on multiple occasions, though."

Your heart rate increased by an unnatural speed when he loomed at you with that mean look swirling in his eyes. 'Why's he doing this?' You thought, as blush brushed upon the plump of your cheeks as you sheepishly smile at Nobara.

Trying your best to play it off by adopting a sarcastic tone. "Oh no~ The scheme's up." Extending your hands towards Nobara, wrists facing up ready to be cuffed.

She turned to look you up and down before concluding to lay onto your lap. "She can, you two can't-"

"THAT'S UNFAAIRR!"

"Oh, shut it you whiny baby. You're just jealous of me, Itadori. I have won the favour of our Queen Nobara."

"She's right."

"Oh c'moonn, not you too Fushiguro!"

"Since you kids seem to be getting along so well, time for round 2! However, it'll be boring if we just throw some fists around, so how about this? There'll be two teams so~ Nobara and Megumi are the hunters, or seekers I guess, and you two will be the prey." Mr.crustyblindfold spawned out of no where, like a sudden announcement.

He ruffled my hair and handed me a slip of paper. Then he walked over to Yuuji and handed him a slip of paper. Although it looked more like a talisman of sorts, imbued with cursed energy.  "Hunters have to destroy the paper slip before the end of round one, which will last an hour. You kids have the whole of jujutsu tech to run around in. Prey have a head start of one minute..." Drawing his voice out, he checked the time and the phone flashed 9.30AM. "Timer starts NOW!"

Your steps faltered, watching Yuuji take off you made booked it. Sprinting after him, although you had started with a delay, somehow you have surpassed him to the point that you have no fucking clue where you are. The woods surrounding this school aren't nightmare-ish, just dense.

Deciding that you've run enough, it was time to rest up. Too tired to climb a tree, you decided it was best to just hide behind a thick trunk of wood in some bushes and wait it out. The aim was to last an hour, there's still time right? Besides, it felt like you'd been running for atleast five minutes, so a little rest wouldn't hurt.

Crouching down, you made sure to be well hidden. Feeling your pockets for your phone to check the time. "Fuck, it's in charging." Groaning, you rolled your eyes and slumped against this hunk of wood. Muttering to yourself, since a yapper never rests. "They'll probably agree on sending Nobara after me anyways...heh, she'd have a hard-time finding me." You dozed off.

Thirty minutes ago, Gojo had let the hunters free shortly after the two of you. "Alright, Fushiguro, here's the plan: I'll go after Yuuji, since she'd probably expect me to go and look for her, so strategically it would be great to have the element of surprise." Nobara pitched the idea as the two were jogging into the woods.

"Alright, but, uh..."

"Something wrong?"

"I, uh...no, not really. He didn't say anything about not using our cursed techniques, right? I'll have the demon dogs search with us." The two dogs emerged from the shadows and ran off in roughly the same, straight direction.

"Right! Ha, this'll be easy."

The two jog in some more awkward silence. Mainly both were scanning the area around for any trace of clue pointing to a certain direction.

Nobara thought the timing would be right. "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you, why are you so cold with her? Well, not exactly cold—don't give me that look—more like distant? You like her or something?"

The answer he had prepared as rebuttal sank deep back into his throat. Suddenly, he felt naked, embarresment creeping up his neck.

His silence was enough an answer.

"Hmm, some advice on how to win her over, talk to her and behave like you want her, but not in a creepy way."

He just stared at her in disbelief. Did she think he was an alien or someone that's never been inlove before? "It's not my first time, y'know? I've seen enough examples in movies, documentaries and stuff."

In full earnesty, she gawked. "Really? You?" Laughing, before noticing that the black dog headed left, while the white one seemed to have dissapeared into some bushes.

The two hunters parted ways.

Trailing after his divine dog, mind wandering to that enchanting smile that graced those, slightly dry, plush lips. Such lively joy in your eyes, your voice was a dangerous weapon to his solidarity. What bothered him lots, was how he wasn't the one to make you smile or laugh.

He never could.

Anytime he would try to start a conversation or just simply greet you his voice would crack and the scentences would die mid talking.

He hated it.

Hated how incapable he was.

He wanted to jump onto you and embrace you like that. To practise training and spar with you for an hour would be a blessing.

Gojo sensei had sent the two of you on missions before, but each time you would talk to him, all he could muster were short answers. Because Megumi knew himself enough to not give away his dignity. Make a fool out of himself, by stammering at the mere mention of his name through hour lips.

He could barely make eye contact with you because Megumi knew that you would see just how much he yearns for your love.

Yet he feels so sour when Yuuji ends up being the one to make you laugh. Goofs off with you, gets tk talk to you without stammering or getting shy.

Why isn't Yuuji affevted by yoir sheer besuty?

Megumi would never understand amd doesnt want Yuuji to ever understand the idea of being yoir boyfriend.

That was Megumi's dekusion, and his alone.

An odd stirring of leaves and breathing could be heard from beside.

You felt a cold tip nudging into your cheek, stirring you awake. Ready to scream, your fight of flight response kicking in jumping up from out of the bushes, only to catch a glimpse of the creature that woke you up. It was one of Fushiguro's shikigami.

Leaning a little forward to observe the wolf? a bit more. Watching as it approaches you, licks your hand and circles around your feet happily.

A childish, giddy joy bubbled within your heart...until the bubbles popped as you heard footsteps approaching. You cursed yourself out internally. 'Nobara? No...if the shikigami are here then that means...fuck.'

Ready to break into another sprint, it was as if the puppy had read your mind it halted your movements, slowing you down. That smart doggo was swirling between your legs and circling you too many times, worrying you about stepping on its paw.

The footsteps drew nearer and nearer and you were ready to accept fate as is, until an idea sparked. 'What if I attack first?' Waiting for the right moment of him nearing you.

You threw a jab at him, which he dodged with ease. He threw punches and tried kicking you just as many times as you kicked him. Everytime he stepped closer you took three steps back.

After one successful dodge, your shoe got stuck on a protruding root, causing you to fall onto your back banging your head against the ground and accidentally scraping your hand against some really harsh terrain which made them hurt and bruised.

Megumi sat himself down onto your thighs, to restrict movement. Leaning himself forward he extended a hand, palm facing up.

His face had redened insanely. He pointed his index up first. "We can take this the easy way," blush crept onto his cheeks. "or the hard way."

"Try me." You smirked, leaning in closer to him, while gripping that paper in your hands. He scooched further up your body, freeing your legs. Now he wasn't using your body like some cushion.

He simply leaned in so close you could feel his breath fanning your face. He tickled you a little on the sides, which was enough to let go of your hands as upright supports, allowing him to push you into the ground, hands pinned above your head. "You love playing with me, don'tcha?" Megumi whispered.

You were stunned beyond belief. Was this really the Fushiguro you knew? Stammering a confused. "W-What?" The air felt so warm all of a sudden.

"I-uhm, fuck, erm...could you give me the paper, please?"

"This slip? No." You smiled at his bashful face, even on top of you, he looked graceful. His voice was so soft you would squish his cheeks.

He freed one of his own hands, holding you down with his left, while poking around inside your little fist with his right. "C'mon~ open up."

"Were you always this talkative?" The silence felt odd.

"Yeah"

"Why do you always avoid me?"

This question caught him off guard, glancing down at your adoring face he felt himself shrink, his dignity shrivel up into a paper ball to be thrown into the trash. "I..."

Taking this as the perfect opportunity, you swiftly wrapped you legs around his waist and tumbled to the side.

He let out a gasp, watching you sit on top of him, positioning yourself on his lap.

He sat up.

Finally freeing you hands, you were about to get up, until you felt his arms hold onto your waist. It was a soft grab, a caress, nothing forceful and harsh, he just held onto you

It would be a lie if he said he was fine.

A lie if his heart wasn't about to combust on site.

A lie, if he said that he didn't want to kiss you, hold your cheeks dearly, wake up in your embrace, and lull you to sleep.

He has dreamed of such impossibilities since the day he learned of your name. He's been taking literal notes about your interests, your habits, things you want in a partner, everything.

"Fuuckkk, I don't know what's wrong with me these days, I just know that you're the cause."

"...so you think I'm your problem?" Serving a judgmental side-eye.

"Pretty much." His blue eyes bore into your soul with an underlying yearnful look that had you weak in the knees.

"Elaborate, would you?"

"Huh? Sure, i mean uhm..." He wondered, for a bit, on whether he should or not, but at this point he is desperate and whipped. "I feel extra warm and bothered on the inside, makes me feel jealous of the most random shit and you're like a mind infection."

You giggle, tilting your head to question him. He was blushing hard. "Mind infection? Hm, I guess you're also a mind infection to me. All I can think about is you and what I could talk to you about that wouldn't bore you, what your preferences are and stuff."

"Well..."Fushiguro got flustered. Gasping from shock, you teased him. He hid his bashful face in the crook of your neck, embracing. "I like listening to rock and reading non-fiction."

"Oh, I like reading, too! And besides, I love listening to you talk about those stupid games and nerdy stuff you read. You could never bore me, for all I care, you can talk about those silly idols and I would still listen."

You sat there, amazed at his beautiful voice. "This is probably the most you've ever spoken to me! Wow, you're finally being kind again."

"Damn it, m'sorry if I've been a douchebag. I have a hard tine trying to express myself and you are quite the threat to my mind and heart."

"I can tell, it's alright. I'm not good at it either." With the paper in your left hand, caressing his face with your right.

Megumi started gently kissing the skin of your neck, occasionally slipping a few praises and softly exhaling.

A distraction tactic.

As he slid his long, slender fingers into your fisted right hand, prying them apart and tearing that piece of paper with a little bit of force.

You gasped in shock as he smiled against your neck, lifting his head up leaning in so close that the tip of your noses touch.

"I win. You loose."

"Back to short sentences, are we?-Ow! My hands hurt because of you."

"I'll take you to Shoko-san then. First, get off of me."

"Yeah, I would, if you'd let go of me first."

He gasped a little 'oh' and murmured an "Ah, oopsie~" before letting you get up to pet his divine dog. He stood up and leisurely started walking back towards the school, hands in his pockets, with you in tow. 

After a few minutes of peaceful quiet walking it finally fucking clicked for you.

"Holy shit, did we just confess?"

"I guess, yeah...I don't know if I wanna know your answer yet."You felt your heart shatter a bit. "How about we get to know each other first, hm?" He continued reasoning. Hearing the footsteps gallop behind him, he turned to face you. "Then again, I'll probably still be too busy being enamoured by you, so you shouldn't worry much." He pinched your cheek and walked off, leaving you in a whirlwind of confused emotions.

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Resort Romance

Summary: To celebrate Shoko's PhD, your group decides to reunite for a little vacation in Malaysia, funded by little rich-boy Gojo, yet perhaps some conspiring was amid the giggles, because now you have to share a room with none other than your old crush, Nanami Kento...who came back a little too tipsy for his own good.

Pairings: Nanami Kento x Reader, slight Shoko Ieri x Yu Haibara

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, pt2 is smut, suggestive, mutual pining, his love for you has marinated in time for long enough. alcohol is mentioned, smoking is mentioned (Shoko, my queen), you play Uno with Haibara while the others drink.

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After surviving the horrors of high school together, your loser ass friend group had decided to go and celebrate Shoko's PhD in Cardiology on a beach resort.

The packing was a mess. You weren't wealthy, but Gojo's spoiled ass basically gifted these plane tickets and hotel rooms to you guys for free...probably his family owns the resort-But! At least, this way you had more money for souveniers and drinks.

The plane ride was a mess, Gojo had booked the seats in a hellish way for Nanami. You had gotten the window seat, with Shoko in the centre and Geto on the aisle side. The row infront of you was Gojo's row. With Gojo being window, Nanami centre and Haibara aisle. You pitied Nanami the whole ride. He is an astute businessman, did well for himself after university. Econ and business major. He had grown so handsome over the years, aged like fine wine some would say. Perhaps your infatuation with him aged too. It was never truly an infatuation, now?

Shoko knew, Geto knew, they all knew about your "crush" on him back in university. Hell! Even the denser-than-earth Gojo figured it out. They teased you both to hell and back about this love, yet Nanami played the oblivious card and you did not want to ruin this friendship, so you tried to forget. Put these emotions aside and just aproach him as a friend. This bored the hell out of the teasing rest, so they just assumed you're over him. As if.

If anything, you've fallen for him even more over the years. His tired eyes, those clear rimmed glassess highlighting the olive green of his eyes. That sexy voice of his, those muscles that just emphasize his size even more. How tantalising he is, just to take a bite of his calm, collected demeanor. Watch him crumble into your embrace, leave that stoic version behind and puddle into you.

Laying your head back, gazing out the window. A rush of memories take over your mind, reveries from your collage days.

Those quaint nights in his dorm, with a blankrt over your lap as he helps you with understanding simple assignments, proofing your essays and quizzing you. He and Geto were your study buddies. Often spending time in silence, with piano playing in the background, in Nanami's cozy dormroom.

Most times Geto would be held hostage in his own home by his roommates, so it would be you, Nanami and Haibara. But Haibara had volleyball practice most times, so it would be only you two. Thanks to Nanami you passed with flying colours back then.

Stirring awake because Gojo's unbareable ass was nudging you. Apparently. Shoko went to the bathroom, so he sat in her place. Glaring Geto down, who only had both his hands up to feign innosence, pouting.

You three bickered around until Shoko came back and shoo-d Satoru away like some intruding cat.

After the long ride to the hotel, the four of you spawn into the lobby, Shoko's on a cigarette break, were waiting around to get your room cards, when Gojo suddenly pops up with unexpected news.

"Yeah, so-"

Geto cut him off. "What did you fuck up this time?"

"Sugu~ be nice to the manchild." You coo, patting Gojo on the shoulder.

"Yeah! What she sai-WHAT" Gojo exclaimed, your words finally reaching him. He served you a side eye, before speaking. "Anyways, why do you guys just assume I messed something up?"

"Cause you always do?" Nanami remarked.

Gojo looked at Haibara as his last line of hope. "Sorry, Imma have to side with Nanami on this one." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Gojo huffed, drawling his words long enough that Shoko came back to listen. "Well~ The IDs that I had assigned with each room seems to have gotten mixed up with the system."

Shoko butts in, only one with reason in here. "So? Doesn't your family own the hotel chain? Can't modify it?"

He deadpanned. "Y'think I'd be here if I could?"

A silence of processing bestowed upon the crowd of six. Before Nanami spoke up. "Whatever the new rooming is shouldn't be too bad. We're all well acquainted with each other."

"Finally!" He clapped his hands. "Someone asked, so~" Tapping his chin, holding eye contact with all. "Me and Haibara are together." To which Haibara's eyes sparked up, the two high-fived each other.

"Shoko's suffering with Geto." The two just shrug and pick up their luggage. Gojo points his index between you and Nanami now. "Which leaves," smirking, while the others chuckle and laugh. "you two together!" Clapping his hands together, watching the two of you glance between each other.

Originally, it was you and Shoko, Nanami and Haibara, Gojo amd Geto. Now what the fuckery happened?

Begrudgingly, you and Nanami head off first, pulling your suitcase behind you as the two of you walk towards the lift. He had offered to carry your bag, but you refused because the man's carrying his own stuff anyway.

The hotel is extravagent, namely know for it's pearl private sandy beaches and breath-taking sunrise view. Red carpets rolling down the pristine white halls, accented with gold. The lobby area had velvet cushions and armchairs with intricate rugs. The rooms weren't lacking, infact, the view amazed you. One thing Gojo had NOT specified, is that he had booked the wrong type of room.

You halt in your tracks, muttering. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Staring down the sight before you.

"It's alright." Nanami sighed, walking in, already accepting fate. "I'll sleep on the couch over there-"

"No, no don't do that. The bed's big enough for the both of us, just uh..." You sigh, setting your luggage down somewhere in the large, almost condo-esq, hotel suite. Had its own mellow mood, low orange lighting with the velvety blankets and beautiful view right out the window. Tons of dark wooden armoire against pale walls.

"Hm?"

"We can put some pillows as dividers, I mean not the first time we had to share a bed." You laugh. It's a nervous laugh, to which he joins with a chuckle before unpacking his luggage.

The first time you had to share a bed with him was back in highschool. But back then, there was like three of you cramped onto one matress and you ended up kicking him to the floor.

After the whole unpacking fiasco, everyone went to the private beach for sunset photos. Nanami had brought his Digicam to take pictures. Shoko brought her humour and Gojo and Geto brought a bunch of snacks. Haibara and you just stood there, modeling and posing for Nanami, while the other three were busy shoving each other into the waters.

Gojo and Geto both lost to Shoko's unwavering power.

Haibara snook up on Shoko, was triumphantly patting her pockets for another cigarette, and shoved her into the slithering waves, drenching her feet. Thankfully she hadn't fallen onto her ass like the other two and soon to be Haibara.

You stood off to the side cackling at their misery, unaware of Nanami, who stood further away, taking pictures of the situation.

By the time the sun finally set, an orange overcast splayed over the skies, you all took group photos before heading back to the hotel for dinner.

You had decided that it was best for you to go upstairs and rest up a bit. Haibara joined you. He had brought some Uno, which you guys wanted to play together, in his room, which he shared with the insufferable rich kid.

Meanwhile the adult group was downstairs getting wasted at the bar.

"You know you can't handle your liquor-SATORU, SIT BACK DOWN." Geto had a vein popping on his forehead, grabbing the rich family heir by his waist to pull him back onto his seat.

The white menace whined like a child. "Suguruuu~ pleaaseeee! 'Wanna tell, wolrd how much I wove you. ALL OF YOUU-!" Geto slammed his hand onto Gojo's mouth.

Muttering with gritted teat, he responds. "Sstoru you're tarnishing your family's fucking reputation. Get it together dipshit, people are watching."

Across from the two, Shoko chuckled, dangling a cigarette between her two fingers, drooping it a bit, as she stares at the zoned out Nanami next to her. He stared at his wine rather longingly, swirling it with grace as he took slow, sultry sips of pleasure. His cheeks reddening by the minute and eyes clenching shut, each round.

She scanned him up and down before blurting out. "Ya, still not over her?"

Stirred from his daydreams, he shook his head stunned at her inquiry, which was more of an acusation, than a question. To play safe, he responds rather slurred. "Who?" Playing dumb, a trump card of Nanami. One he never uses.

Shoko scoffed, leaning in so close he could smell that smoke stench off of her. Refilling his glass with a sly smirk she continued with a nonchalant attitude. "I've noticed the way you eye her-"

"Haibara told you, didn't he?"

"Damn it!" She lightly slammed her fist onto the table and leaned back, an arm perched up onto luscious sofa backing, finger snaking through her hair. Subconciously. or out of habit, twirling it.

Nanami chuckled, taking his clear framed, sleek, rectangular glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. His smile lines were showing, he looked so much younger relaxed.

Even Gojo stopped being an ass to comment. "Am I hallucinating or did Nanamin just laugh?"

"You're definitelly drunk." Suguru grinned at Nanami, his sexy mellow voice giggling. Jet black hair let loose and flowing down his broad shoulders, opposite of Gojo's bashful mess. His pristine white hair makes him look bald.

Shoko started again, after a quick puff. "Y'know," she pointed her cigarette at him, in a very 'I've figured you out'-way. "Never once did I think you were over her after we all graduated university."

"Right?" Geto reaffirmed her.

"Oh, my god, we'r finaaly talkin' bout this?" Gojo leaned froward, poining at the Blond before him. "You fell for her SO hard back in, like-Suguru when was it?-Right! Like the end of your seniour year. It was so cuuuteee~" He cooed in a sing-song voice, getting up to lean closer to Nanami, riffling his hair.

A fond sigh escaped Geto's lips as he took another sip of his vodka. "I still remember the time Hai was popping off the walls when the three of you took post-graduate pictures with each other."

By the end of this conversation, somewhere along the middle the capitalist hater thought it'd be best to drink his friend's voices away. Drown these embarassing memories to the point he's missing you more and more. Laying his head down to rest for a few minutes to reminise.

The deep mischiveous giggle in your voice when you've decided to join forces with Gojo to annoy him. Or those domestic moments from back in your study-buddy days in collage, the comforting prolonged silences backed by a symphonic moody melody. As he sneaks glances at you, while you're frowning, brows furrowed, a scowl gracing those delicate features. He cherishes those tender moments, kicking Haibara out of their dorm room.

Meanwhile, you had returned to your shared quarters, which was down the hall from the others rooms. Preparing yourself for bed, you sneak a look at the door, making sure no ones coming before you slide over to Nanami's side and look at his stuff. Eyes darting around, specifically for his camera.

Upon seeing it on his nightstand, you snatch it to see all the embsrassing pictures he's taken of everyone only to see majority of his camera roll is just you. Your pretty face, ethereal smile, hypnotic smile and a lot of candid shots. Some intresting pictures where you didn't even know he was there. Pictures that seemed a little too intimate, of himself that is. He got your good side too, which was almost impossible. but it's as if he's studied you enough to know...

Down by the lavish bar, it is past midnight now, barely aware of the scene he's in, lifting his head off the table and mumbling. "Where's she?" Slurring his words, placing his glaces on askew. This newly awakened flame bursts through his veins as he's handed some water to down. Which he does, a litre in one go. Yet, those flames do not smolder. Shoko glanced over to the some-what sober Gojo and then to Geto.

The black haired, sexy man offers. "I'll take him to his room-Satoru, stop touchin me-"

"Whyyyyy~" The pale haired man-child whined.

"Hey, Satoru c'mere, I've got something you'd want." She pulled out a kikufuku mochi out of her shorts pocket. By the time Nanami had thankfully gotten up and walking away from the table with Geto in tow.

In the elavator, Geto turned to check on Nanami, looking him up and down. Smirking when he noticed a rather odd bulge tenting against his sleek black pants. Chuckling to himself, catching the blond man's attention. He seemed to have sobered up rather quickly.

"Oh, she's in for a ride tonight, hm?" His silky voice filling the air of this spacious elavator with a mirror in the back. Nanami checked himself out, disregarding Geto's comment. That blond man, with his hair rather sexily dishevelled, glasses askew on his face, tie loose and pants starting to become uncomfortable. "It's 'bout time, don'tcha think?"

"For what?" He murmered back in a lazy response. Voice low and gravel. Could impregnate somebody.

He smirked, when the elavator reached their floor. Nanami stepped out, turning back to watch as the doors began to close as Geto whispered with a sly smirk. "A confession?"

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i am so not over jjk

AAAHHHHH WDYM HES DIED, WDYM SUKUNA IS YUUJIS UNC??? WDYM SUKUNA USED MEGMUI'S SPUL TO TAKE THOSE HITS AAAHHHHH gegewhenicatchyougege, gegewhenicatchyou-

WHHHYYY WAS NANAMI BLASTED and tell me tf why my poor baby Yuuji had to witness all these horrors? ITS ONLY BEEN 5 FUCKING MONTHS since been in this jjk soc hell hole

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What are we?

Summary: Where you and him were stranded on a fucking Friday night outside some freaky building after getting your asses handed to you by curses. The curses are the easy part of the mission, it's his blasphemous ass you can't stand...until he finally gives you what you want.

Pairings: Student Geto Suguru x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, somewhat suggestive towards the end. Lots of flirting, late Ijichi, frenemies to lovers, enough bickering to get them both suspended

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Sitting on the ground outside an abandoned building at around midnight was not your ideal way of spending a Friday night with your best friend.

Yaga had assigned the two of you on this stupid mission, the final mission of this week, after this, you guys would be free! Satoru and Shoko had to go on an early morning mission, while you two were sent on the later one, which was further away and took gruesomely longer. By the time Suguru and you reached this rural part of the city, it looked run down and broken in every sense of the word. It was stinky, smelly, filled to the brim with slithering curses. All weaklings, low grades. Nothing the two of you could not handle. 

Oh, but with all the bickering, you could not handle him, whereas just being near you, he can't even handle himself...and his little buddy down there.

While strolling the area, killing a few low balls here and there the two of you felt a strong, menacing presence. A stinky, botched looking grade A curse appeared out of no where. It seemed like the curse tried to be human, yet the skin it wore melted off and draped onto the ground behind it, eyes peeling out of their sockets, molding, purple in some places, while pristine pale in others. The curse was hunched over, vomiting out insides, blood and dread dripping down it's chin. Yet, even though it was hunched over it stood at least at 200cm or more. 

The fight took hours, you took some light blows, he took some for you. After much running around, throwing punches and jabs, almost puking at the stench of  that dreadful creature you managed to land the final blow, feeling as if your legs were about to give up. It was alright nighttime and your legs had given up. 

Suguru carried you out the building and onto the road side where Ijichi said he would come to pick you two up. He placed you down onto the ground, leaning most of your weight onto the wall behind suffering while he stood next to you, fiddling with his phone. 

His silky voice spoke up from above you. Too lazy to look up, you just hum a response. Eyes shut as to subdue the pain. "So, we're extra fucked." He sighed, massaging his temples. In a deeper, more tired voice he grumbled."Guess." 

You groaned, rolling your head over to look at him, eyes locking onto each other's. "Don't tell me there's no fucking reception here." You lean your head back and whine. Stray bangs cover your vision, but that is the least of your worries. "There's still that draaama I have to finiish." The air beside you shifted, and you felt a pale hand hook a stray hair strand under his finger and gently place it behind your ear. After clearing your face, he pinched your cheeks and placed a fleeting kiss onto your forehead, before standing back up. "There, there. We don't need our weak little baby to start crying now, do we?" He teased with such a sweet voice, he should've been chained up in prison, or your bed. Both are optimal.

Geto Suguru was an odd silly guy. He was hot, he knew it, but acted as if he didn't so he can hear all the foolish girls gush over him. Acting as if it is the first time he has ever been complimented. Compared to Satoru, he's less loud, less of a menace and less childish at times. However, he is just as bad, if not worse. Gojo may seem spoiled and unbareable at first, but you can get used to his noise. Geto? He lays a sweet honeytrap to catch you in and once you're in the palm of his hand, you. are. dead. He is meaner than Gojo, far more empathetic and mean, just doesn't show it as much. Because when the four of you are together, Suguru will only pick on you, you are his to tease. He doesn't fuck with Ieiri like that. (He's actually afraid of her, just doesn't want to accept it.) She's chill and not a bother to his mind, you? You on the other hand? Just like Gojo. Everytime the four of you are out on missions, it just feels like a babysitting job for Shoko and Geto. 

He cannot stand you...which is why he needs you seated on his lap. Geto needs to be near you, he can't have it any other way. It kills him to be away from you, you are the sweet cure to his cursed lips. He just wants to taste you, to forget this life. He knows it's bad, how desperate he is. It's pathetic, truly. He has made sketches of you, slept to the comforting thought of your embrace and waking up to the lack of you in his cold bed. He loves being around you. Bathing in your light, would kiss the ground you walk on, but unfortunately he has dignity. 

Others have brought it up to him though. They notice how oddly close he levitates towards you, gravitating towards you, regardless of what's happening. Shoko has asked him during one of their smoke breaks, whether they are dating which had Geto dropping his cigarette in shock. He confessed to Shoko how he has been openly flirting with you, which you seem to return. But he doesn't know if you're only playing his game or if you truly want him. Gojo had the bright idea to help by leaving obvious hints and feeding you sneaky truths about Geto's feelings, however they all denied his participation, because the last thing he needs if Gojo accidentally spilling the beans.

"You should train more, I could help." Our nonchalant king, Geto, broke the silence with a rather snarky remark, smirking down at your annoyed face.

"Oh, for fucks sake, can't you say something nice, for once? C'mon I just beat some special grade curse, that we probably don't have documented. I'm beat and tired and here you are being an ass."

"Yours truly, dear~"

"Oh, shut up."

"Make me."

You would've kissed him. Should've kissed him. But something stopped you, what if he was just teasing? Just playing with your heart as he always does? What if you do and he just laughs uncomfortably then walks off and never talks to you ever again? Why would someone like him like someone like you?

Fuck it.

You stare up at him, then a quick shameless glance at his lips. He stares down at you, into your eyes, watching them flicker down, then back. You huff and stand up, shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, ruffling your hair and entrapping you in his embrace. He whispered into the shell of your ear. "You're so pathetic." Now, this ticked you off, reasonably.

"Would it kill you to—I don't know?—praise me? Saying some shit like 'Wow, my best friend's so smart and strong and blah blah blahhh, huh?" You argued, breaking away from his hug, hand on your hip staring daggers at your best friend, who isn't really your best friend.

He leaned a little closer, arms crossed, brows furrowed. "Yes, yes, it would."

You scoff, such a fucking egoist. "Oh, yeah? and why, hm? Why? You egotistic bastar-"

"It would send me to the grave to praise you in that style with those words."

"Oh, yeah? Then tell me, smartass. How would you?"

"Well, I would start it by saying something like," His smooth, silky, sing-song voice slithered into your ears. That deeper voice going lower to a grovel as he neared you. Hooking his fingers under your chin, tilting it higher to meet his mellow, mocking gaze. "my super-smart, super-strong girlfriend so effortlessly protected me." his eyes lingered, before he pliantly stepped back, leaning against the wall with an annoyed attitude. "There, happy?" He was so fucking content with those words. Watching your stupid brain process all his words, growing redder by the minute. For once, Geto's glad that Ijichi came later than expected.

Happy would be an understatement. All you could mutter, standing there like a fool was one word on repeat in his siren voice: girlfriend.

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Interlocked

Summary: Maybe it wasn't a good idea to fall asleep on your rival's shoulder after arguing with him.

Pairings: Student!Geto Suguru x Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre: Fluff, lots of bickering, rivals to lovers,

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After a tough mission, the two of you were waiting at the bus stop when the rain began to pour.

As good-looking as he is, you never got along with him. He pissed you off and was a jackass towards you, which shocked his other friends to no end.

If they put the two of you together, best believe an argument would ensue. By all accounts, some name calling, out smarting and snide remarks.

He always teased you, instigated fights, and led you through his honey trap. Then, he would act reasonable and self-aware when a teacher called you two out.

Suguru loved pissing you off.

You hated his pretty face.

But deep down, staring at his cocky eyes with looming hatred for a few minutes every day, getting lost in his silky voice. Sometimes his insults slip over your head, when you hear him speak.

He's caught you blushing during heatesd disputes where he approached you way too closely, invading your personal bubble and tilting your chin up to look him in the eye.

He's so kind and proper with women, yet something about you just pisses him off.

So, when the teacher forced the two of you to commit to a ceasefire or truce to whatever this interpersonal war is for a rather important misson.

Reported A and, or special grade curses lay in that area. Yet, when you guys got there the special grade was gone, with only traces and residules.

After that terrible battle Ijichi came to pick you two up, rather worried at the unusual silence. He had been so used to the arguements, even as a chauffer he was bystander and witness to such horrid conversations.

The second you two had gotten into the car, it was odd. Not a snide remark or judgemental pissed off face. Nothing of that sort, instead he saw the rather mean side of Geto turn soft at your yawnijg figure.

The seat in the middle would typically be empty, yet now he sat in the centre, sharing his wired earphones with you.

Ijichi didn't say anything. But, oh will all the teachers be glad to hear of this gossip.

Truth is, during the fight he actually got to know you. On a deep level, those sweat and blood conversations hit different. Your views on life and humanity aligned pretty well.

Humans are shit.

Non-sorceres are worse. They are trily pathetic.

Although there were many points where you two disagreed. He had brought the topic up.

"Can two people who hate each other ever get along? People with opposing opinions, but similar lifestyles?"

He still remembers that pondering look on your bloodied face. He would have kissed your pursed lips. Adorable eyes encompassing the world with such beauty while beheading the most horrid of beasts. He responds your firm voice. "Yeah, if they communicate well and are patient with each other, I believe they can."

You told him what he wanted to hear. What he needed. You jad also said something after getting throw about by some curse he killed. Along the lines of: "Why should children, like us, have to fight such hard battles?" that though was quickly followed up by "Why should children suffer in general?" After that, he knew he would get along with you very well.

Watching you doze off on the car ride home, to the dorms. He wondered what to do, what to tell Shoko or Satoru about his sudden change of heart. The two would shoot through the roof from happiness. They've been aware of his crush on you before he even realised he liked you.

Feeling a weight on his left shoulder, he turned his head to watch you be fast asleep by his side, body slouched against his. His head rested on his shoulder. Feeling a certain warmth creep onto him, he turned away from your face.

Changing the song blasting through your earphones to a much calmer symphony. Perhaps a playlist of Chopin. You wouldn't know, being dead asleep, the piece he played. While sneaking glances at your peaceful face, he slowly slides his finger in between yours, interlocking them in place.

[yeiwo7]

Kiss me and see!

Summary: Preparing for a destress sleepover with Satoru, because your other two dear friends got called away, leaving you to babysit this man-child, and it accidentally led both of you somewhere where your hearts and deep desires would only guide.

Pairings: Student Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff, bratty Gojo, kissing, flirting, just really cute moments with him because I need to heal after whatever the fuck those chapters were, silly shoko, geto

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Satoru HATED how cute you were with everyone. Not the typical cute, like the ones in anime he's seen and manga he's read before. You are menacing. Terrible. Detrimental to his ENTIRE existence. Yeah, maybe he's the strongest against CURSES, that is, not you. Nothing could have prepared him to meet the devil incarnate. Not even special grades are this atrocious.

"Oi, Satoru~" His best friend's rusted voice, from all the smoking, spoke up from behind him. He turned to face Shoko, only looking at her. Ignoring the presence beside her. "Stop sulking and take her to the konbini."

"Yeah, she won that stupid bet you made, so please her, you big baby." Geto remarked from beside him. Then, the silky voice glanced over at Shoko, the two share a very obviously dubious knowing look.

Noticing that they're clearly up to no good. You spoke up, worried that they'll desert you with this albino freak. "You guys better not leave-"

"Sorry! Yaga called us to do the report~" Geto chimed, patting your shoulder as Shoko hugged you goodbye.

Gojo was throwing a tantrum, of course. The two laughed as they left, walking to the bus stop, leaving you to deal with him. Looking over your shoulder to realise that the motherfucker was gone.

You sigh, cussing him out. "That bitch, SATORU-!" Looking left and right, before you feel a presence behind you. Ready to lunge at this whoever, he hugs you from behind.

"Can't leave you alone for a second now, can I?"

"Where the hell were you? Oh, what's that-? Did you steal kikufuku again?" You laughed. Feeling his arms around you tighten, before one slithers out, and an offering appears before your eyes. Stealing the sweet from his grasp triumphantly.

He whined. "Heeey~ I was gonna eat that!"

"Too bad~" You hummed, looking around, you found a cute convenience store to walk into. Dragging him by the hand. "You shouldn't have placed that bet if you knew you were going to lose, idiot."

Sulking, the pale boy muttered. "Yeah, no shit. Thought I was gonna win."

Dragging him isle through isle, adding more snacks into your basket, discussing whether which ones to buy. One each for the other two, then Gojo added a heap of sweets into the mix. After taking almost an hour in there, he teleported the two of you to his dorm, dizzying the crap out of you and scaring the fuck out of the cashier. Poor guy must think he's hallucinating.

You crashed onto his bed, star-fishing onto it as he places the snacks onto the ground and puts cushions for the two of you to sit on. Then he goes to his wardrobe, throws one of his hoodies at you, while he went to go change in the bathroom. You put it one, taking your uniform off.

After taking your pants off, you realsie he did not give you your pajama trousers. "Shit, he didn't give me my trousers." Taking the courtesy to walk over and fish through his clothes to find your section.

The number of times the four of you had sleepovers is uncountable, so you opted to just leave some clothes in each other's wardrobes to lessen the hassle. He came out wearing a lethal black draping t-shirt with grey sweatpants. Walking over to his table to pull out an Uno card deck.

"Alright, pretty girl, I've got a game idea."

"I can see that."

"Uh, no." He glanced at your ethereal face over his black rimmed glasses. Savoring the moment, before reluctantly tearing his eyes away to continue his great idea. "We play short intervals of Uno." His veiny hand, slender fingers held the cards effortlessly. With the flick of his wrist, he elegantly walked over to the plastic bag of snacks and sat on a cushion. "C'mere," he motioned for you to sit on the cushion parallel to his. "And the loser has to eat a snack of the winner's choice." He grinned. Adorning a smug expression, you shift to find a comfortable position to start the saga of games. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

The two of you played for few rounds. Satoru probably gave you diabetes by the end of round four and this boy was red and dying from the sour and spicy snacks you fed him. By the end of round five, he was dying on the ground like some stepped on cockroach, with his face scrunched up, tongue out with a sour expression, eyes glaring you down. You're probably on his hitlist now.

For the final round, Gojo was sweating balls, slamming an uno reverse down yelling uno, skipping your turn and then he placed his final card down. 

A blue plus four card. 

"HAH! I WIN THIS ROUND!" He triumphantly yelled, hands up in the air in victory. Swiftly turning to find the sweetest, most diabetic looking piece of sweet candy. Cheshire grin cursing his blessed beautiful face. He leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand as he closed in on you. Crawling towards you, sitting right before you, cupping you cheeks to pull you closer to him. 

"Aww, want me to kiss you? You'd cause me diabetes, pretty boy." You joked, laughing at his attempts of revenge. Stunned by your flirtatious behaviour, he sat stunned for a moment, allowing you to crawl onto his lap slipping the candy from between his fingers. Slowly, unwrapping it.

Gojo hid his reddened face behind his pale hands. Peaking through his slender fingers at your beautiful face. Blushing even harder at the way you maintained hard eye contact with him. Just as you were about pop the candy into your mouth, your phone's screen flashed lighting up. Crawling off of his lap, to check your phone to see that it was Shoko calling. 

Now, he was back to sulking Satoru. Mumbling something along the lines of "Shoko you god-sent cockblock."

Placing the candy into your mouth, you cut the call, glancing back at Satoru to see his arms crossed. Just as you were about to address him, the sweetness kicked in, having an uncomfortable reaction in your mouth. "What's wrong baby girl-OW! Fuck, this shit's so sweet!"  Feeling your jaw clench, making a sour face.

He leaned back onto the wall behind him. Arms still crossed, sky blue eyes drowning behind black rimmed glasses. His ears burning up with a peachy colour, he remarked under his breath. "Hmph, my lips are sweeter." Clearly, he meant for you to hear it.

Eyes wide with shock, you laugh. "Excuse me, young lad-WHAT did you say?" He glanced over, eyes scanning you up and down with a knowing look of 'I said what I said, I know you heard me.'

"Heh, can I taste it then? Shouldn't that be my ultimate punishment? Afterall...I did loose the final round~" You sensually retort. This is Satoru's weakness. He is very flirtatious with you, yet the second you attempt to flirt back his brain short-curcuits, becoming a blushing bashful mess. Example? Right now.

 "Oh my god, you're unbearable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, extending his muscular loving arms.

"Can't seem to get enough, can you?"

"Absolutely not, c'mere." He begged making grabby hands.

"Fine." You gave in after much contemplation on his pathetically pleasing face. Climbing onto his lap, you straddle him as his hands automatically reach around your waist, bringing you closer to him. The candy long dissolved into your mouth, the glucose probably swimming towards your mitochondria to be used for energy later. Leaning in closer to him, sneaking a hand through the crook of his neck to the back of his head, gripping his hair. You could feel the heat radiating off his face, his glasses slipping to the tip of his nose, baring his bold, bright eyes naked for you to drown in. Seeing as you've stopped functioning, he quickly slipped his glasses off and sweeping in close to your lips, almost grazing each other.

He whispered. "May I?" 

You kissed him. Then you kissed him again. Many times, all over his face, circling back down to his lips for another chaste peck, before stating curtly: "Huh, you are sweeter than that disgustingly sweet candy." He traced a thumb over his lips before diving back to kiss you again.

This went on until Shoko and Geto barged into room, screaming to their horror and whipping out their phones to record.

[yeiwo7]

I wanna be myself to you

Summary: Coming back from a mission, only to be swept up in a dance at the station by none other than your stupid best friend, Satoru...if only the rain swept your feelings away.

Pairings: Student Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff, unrequited love (nah), silly shoko and geto, slight Geto Suguru x Reader, dancing in the rain, besties to lovers, slight jealousy ............................................................................................................

He loves you like the flowers need the rain. He needs you like the kids love the spring rain.

The four of you had agreed to meet up after one of your solo missions, since they found some cute shop and arcade in the area.

The wheather forecast did say it was to rain, but the gloomy clouds were nowhere this morning when you set off for your mission, besides it said that it will rain in the late evening.

Well, that was not on your cards for today, because it was already raining pretty badly. Watching the droplets descend onto the bus's dirty window. The skies were so dark, even though it was only the afternoon. Early afternoon, infact, which means the sun should be out, alas getting a little drenched, a little sick should be rewarding after all this training, no?

Your phoke buzzed, annoyingly, you swipe open the screen and check your one and only alive group chat.

Sigma_Chainsmoker Girl, the clouds are hella pissy

I can tell😭

Bangs be bangin' Do you have an umbrella?

ehe😅

Diabetes in human form HAH Loseerr

Bangs be bangin' Sstoru Satoru* Be nice

Sigma_Chainsmoker lmao u cant see it but hes getting s beating dw girl we got u

Thank youuu😭😭😭 im arriving in liek 5 mins

Bangs be bangin' *lik alr saotru

Diabetes in human form ITS SATORU

Bangs be bangin' WAS GONNA CORRECT MYSELF. anyways☺️

Diabetes in human form dw ill be nice🙄

thats new

Diabetes in human form HEY be nice to meee im bringing u a gift

should i be worried?

Bangs be bangin' Yes.

Sigma_Chainsmoker yeah he left

Bangs be bangin' He runs like a lanky cockroach.

Sigma_Chainsmoker FR LMAOO😭😭

Placing your phone back onto your lap. Staring out the window, you watch the people pass by, with umbrellas in hand, shoulders drenched. You dozed off, wondering what Satoru wants to give you.

Meanwhile the white haired boy ran, umbrella in hand to avoid drenching his pretty white locks, rain dripping down his face to meet with his friend.

Friend? Now that he's alone, Satoru has more than enough time to think about this situationship you guys have got going on.

It had started a few months, when he caught you in a sad mood, staring at none other than Suguru Geto. His bestfriend. Feeling generous, and heartbroken he offered himself up for you to use to get over his best friend. Gojo never had any self respect to begin with. He knew the expectations that hung over his head like a guillotine.

He's cried over the fact that you're in love with his best friend, you've vented so many times to Shoko, which he's over heard.

Which is why Shoko is in quite the pickle. On one hand, she has you spilling your heart out about one of her bestfriends, while Satoru is sobbing to her with sweets in his hands about how you like Suguru all the while Suguru has no fucking clue.

It was true, in the beginning you absolutely hated Gojo's annoying ass. Instead, Geto was the one who just charmed you, yet now that infatuation has worn off. You see Suguru as a good friend who listens to all your rants about his best friend Satoru.

The two of you have been in this situationship where the pretense was Satoru would help you forget about your feelings for Suguru. It's been half a year?

Are you in love? Yes With Suguru? No

Is the inner conversation you have everytime Satoru pouts, bringing up Suguru which killed you. Having to lie straight to his face. He's such a helpful, selfless soul. Here you were shamelessly kissing him, making him believe he's the replacement.

The rain only poured louder, dark overcast draping over the cityscape, as you arrived to your buststop, already half soaked as you got off and stood underneath the bus stand. The love you felt for Satoru was different from Suguru's. Suguru felt like deep understanding and warm hug, but you couldn't see yourself with him in the long run. Where as Satoru? Y'all either growing old together or dying together. Wanna fall asleep to his voice and waking up to those sky blue flashlight eyes.

The rain felt warm on your skin, minutes have passed yet the bus stop sat empty, feeling a little dejected you decide to walk in some random direction. Contemplating on whether to go home or not.

Meanwhile, Satoru ran through the rain in desperation, wishing he'd be faster with his long feet, watching your saddened silhouette walk away from him. He doesn't want you walking away, leaving him in the rain.

Sure, he could teleport, but that would scare the few passerby near, his white hair is already a sight to see. He thought he could give you the umbrella, and a kiss perhaps...though he knew the latter would never happen.

You didn't love him.

Only using him to forget someone. Worst of all? He can't blame you, couldn't bring himself to. He needs you. You're one of the only people who truly support his stupidity, match his vibe and is pretty. Sure he has Shoko, Suguru, perhaps the first years, but they're not you. He wants you. He finally wants something, something he has to win.

Yelling your name, he ran.

You halt, hearing footsteps approach at a fast pace you turn around, face lighting up at the sight of a half-drenched Satoru, who wasn't looking up as he ran.

He bumped right into you, dropping the umbrella, grabbing onto your hands instead and swirling you around. The two of your twirl around in the rain, drenching your clothes. Yet, the radient smile on both your faces blur the worries away. Spinning and dancing like fools on a blue spring.

Then, once your legs tired out, you fall into his arms as he squeezes you tight. Both of you heaving and giggling like little children playing tag.

He breathed, eyes focused onto your ethereal face. He wanted to kiss you so bad. "I can't do this anymore."

Tilting your head to the side, you ask. "Hm? Can't do...what?"

"Y'know, our, uhm, situationship."

"Ah, no...no, that...that's understandable. " Slowly processing his words you felt your heart shatter, hugging him harder. "I...I-"

The both of your voices mix and swirl in the rain.

"I need to tell you something!"

"I have to tell you something."

You couldn't read his eyes, yet he held you close, so tight you though he'd die if he let go.

Averting his gaze you ramble. "Say it, 'Toru, what's wrong? I understand if you don't want to do this anymore. It'stotally okay, if anything jt was very mean of me to ask this of you, but I don't want to give up whatever we have-" He cupped your cheek, signaling for you to look up at him. Rendering you shocked and quiet he whispered with a new found softness in his voice.

"I want to be your boyfriend. Not my bestfriend's replacement. I wanna be yours, I want to be Satoru to you. Please?"

You hugged him. Snuggling your head into his chest, feeling the water on your skin, you look up to feel his soft lips kissing your forehead. "You always have been Satoru to me. Not Gojo, the strongest, not Suguru's replacement. You are the one I've fallen for, the love I felt for Suguru was different, it was more brotherly. I can'tsee myself with him, but you?"

Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed the bottom of his jaw. Leaving a lip stain there.

"I wanna be yours, will you accept me?"

"Yes, Toru, I always will. In any lifetime, I would fall in love with you."

[yeiwo7]

Comeback

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH im coming baaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkkkk hehehehehe

@yeiwo_ehe is my wattpad acc where ive written more enha, txt and skz fanfics

[yeiwo7]

Megumi x reader

Summary: Perfect student Megumi has a suspicion on you, do you like him back? He needs to confirm this suspicion of his, because of this he plays your little game, unbeknownst to you he also has a secret.

Word Count: 0.6k

tw.: little suggestive at the end, mutual pinning

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Classmate!Megumi who's focused in class, almost always focused that is, when you look at him those eyes he can't focus now can he?

Classmate!Megumi who notices every glance you've given his way, he's surprised your so focues on his hands to see the blush creeping on his face

Classmate!Megumi who caught you looking at him so many times, overheard ( or got told) conversations about him coming from you which were a bit borderline obsessive. Usually you'd rant to Yuuji or Nobara, Panda, Inumaki even Maki! Anyone who'd listen, except Gojo.

Classmate!Megumi who would've called you out for being a creep if he already wasn't so obsessed with you, so he counts this as equal.

Classmate!Megumi who's always observed you from afar, the two of you have these moments where you get lost in each other’s eyes. He's seen the dirty absolutely filthy glance you've given his hand in that short time period.

Classmate!Megumi who puts on a show of his hands on purpose for you, cracking his knuckles, flexing his fingers, intertwining them and even touching his face at times. Your gaze not faltering once.

Classmate!Megumi who's always on top of his perfect grades, but also on you.

Classmate!Megumi there's a handful of times where he's dragged you to a secluded area around the school when everyone's out and whispered nasty shit into your ear while having you suck his fingers off.

Classmate!Megumi intensly gazing at you, following your every move, how you tediously sucked on his fingers, so slowly, he was losing it.

Classmate!Megumi who's had enough, uses the drool covered hand to grab your chin, smirking at your slight discomfort, rubbing his drool coated thumb on your lips. Parting them open, just slightly.

Classmate!Megumi who hasn't uttered a single sound yet, just gazes at you as if he's trapped in a daze. Brining his lips closer, he gives you a light peck on the lips and a tight hug before scurrying off to practice, leaving you just there. Confused.

Classmate!Megumi too embarrassed to even look at you, he just write anonymous love letters instead, they all know it's him, even Gojo knows.

Classmate!Megumi everytime you go close he manages an excuse and scurries. So, you Yuuji and Nobara are plotting to somehow corner him into talking when Maki's wise words suggest, rather aggressively, just barge into his room and confront him.

Classmate!Megumi putting Maki's plan into action you sprint into his room slam the door open and startling Megumi from his game. You rush over to him and put both your hands on his armchairs arms, caging him. No where to run now!

Classmate!Megumi who is red in the face, refuses to make eye contact with you. Now you grab his chin and make him look up at you, only for him to dive into another kiss. this time the kiss lasted longer, bit more intense. Sliding his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

[ Too bad you didn't close the door, you've given Yuuji and Nobara all the evidence they need to report to Gojo about Mission: get those two together ( ACCOMPLISHED ). ]

[yeiwo7]

[yeiwo7]

Dr. Ratio the man of undeniable wisdom, a man of countless achievements, the man that has short circuited infront of you. How come? He has a witty comeback to everything, how has he been rendered speechless? It's simple, really. After all, all you did was kiss him while he was ranting about idiots this and stupid people that. He stood there, like a fool, eyes wide, taken aback, flabbergasted, blood rushing to his cheeks. You can see his Adam's apple bobble up and down as he gulped. You grabbed the thick book from his hands, which he suprisingly let go of, and bonked him on the head with it. Still perplexed by your behaviour he just observed you, eyes narrowing, concentrating as you rambled about him and how he's the biggest idiot of then all! Just as you turned your back to him, still rambling, he struck. Quickly recovering his stolen book from your hand. While hiding his bashful face behind one of his Greek sculpture masks. Giving his mask a quick peck as you walked off, sighing my dearest idiot.

[yeiwo7]

Megumi x reader

Summary: Perfect student Megumi has a suspicion on you, do you like him back? He needs to confirm this suspicion of his, because of this he plays your little game, unbeknownst to you he also has a secret.

Word Count: 0.6k

tw.: little suggestive at the end, mutual pinning

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Classmate!Megumi who's focused in class, almost always focused that is, when you look at him those eyes he can't focus now can he?

Classmate!Megumi who notices every glance you've given his way, he's surprised your so focues on his hands to see the blush creeping on his face

Classmate!Megumi who caught you looking at him so many times, overheard ( or got told) conversations about him coming from you which were a bit borderline obsessive. Usually you'd rant to Yuuji or Nobara, Panda, Inumaki even Maki! Anyone who'd listen, except Gojo.

Classmate!Megumi who would've called you out for being a creep if he already wasn't so obsessed with you, so he counts this as equal.

Classmate!Megumi who's always observed you from afar, the two of you have these moments where you get lost in each other’s eyes. He's seen the dirty absolutely filthy glance you've given his hand in that short time period.

Classmate!Megumi who puts on a show of his hands on purpose for you, cracking his knuckles, flexing his fingers, intertwining them and even touching his face at times. Your gaze not faltering once.

Classmate!Megumi who's always on top of his perfect grades, but also on you.

Classmate!Megumi there's a handful of times where he's dragged you to a secluded area around the school when everyone's out and whispered nasty shit into your ear while having you suck his fingers off.

Classmate!Megumi intensly gazing at you, following your every move, how you tediously sucked on his fingers, so slowly, he was losing it.

Classmate!Megumi who's had enough, uses the drool covered hand to grab your chin, smirking at your slight discomfort, rubbing his drool coated thumb on your lips. Parting them open, just slightly.

Classmate!Megumi who hasn't uttered a single sound yet, just gazes at you as if he's trapped in a daze. Brining his lips closer, he gives you a light peck on the lips and a tight hug before scurrying off to practice, leaving you just there. Confused.

Classmate!Megumi too embarrassed to even look at you, he just write anonymous love letters instead, they all know it's him, even Gojo knows.

Classmate!Megumi everytime you go close he manages an excuse and scurries. So, you Yuuji and Nobara are plotting to somehow corner him into talking when Maki's wise words suggest, rather aggressively, just barge into his room and confront him.

Classmate!Megumi putting Maki's plan into action you sprint into his room slam the door open and startling Megumi from his game. You rush over to him and put both your hands on his armchairs arms, caging him. No where to run now!

Classmate!Megumi who is red in the face, refuses to make eye contact with you. Now you grab his chin and make him look up at you, only for him to dive into another kiss. this time the kiss lasted longer, bit more intense. Sliding his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

[ Too bad you didn't close the door, you've given Yuuji and Nobara all the evidence they need to report to Gojo about Mission: get those two together ( ACCOMPLISHED ). ]