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Kissing Steel

Suguru settles into the chair across from Satoru Gojo in the small studio apartment. The lights are bright, and recorder sits quietly on the coffee table. Satoru sits forward, adjusting his tie, a tight smile on his face. For a moment, they trade glances like partners on a mission. Then Suguru opens his notebook. “Superman,” he begins, voice steady, “critics are asking why you intervened in the Jarhanpur conflict. Wasn’t that Boravia’s business?”

Satoru exhales, steady and warm. He meets his eyes over the rim of his glasses. “Suguru,” he says softly, “I couldn’t stand by while innocent people were suffering. Jarhanpur wasn’t asking for a fight, just to live in peace. When I saw them under attack, what else could I do?” His tone is earnest, quietly intense. He clasps his hands on the table, leaning forward. “I tried talking first. I flew to Boravia, I spoke with their leader like a human, not a cape. When he kept threatening Jarhanpur, I had to make sure the bloodshed stopped.”

He flips a page in his notebook, eyes sharpening. “But some say you played world policeman. You flew in with no consent and faced a champion called the Hammer of Boravia. Was it worth risking global war to protect one nation’s sovereignty?” Satoru’s jaw clenches. He runs a hand through his hair behind his glasses and carefully replaces them. “Suguru, one life is worth risking the whole world for. Jarhanpur had no army, no real defense. They were desperate for a protector. I gave them a chance to save themselves without violence. We negotiated – I convinced their president to stand down and negotiate peace. Not one shot was fired after I intervened.” Suguru presses on, unfazed. “So, you just stood up to Boravia’s president? I’m sure he didn’t like being told no. Did you consider the backlash?” Satoru’s eyes flash determination. “Of course, he didn’t like it. He was angry! Remember the bruises I got from that so-called Hammer of Boravia? But I would do it again in a heartbeat. My job is to protect people, no matter their nationality. That’s my responsibility.” His fists clench momentarily in the confident blue suit, then relax. “If Superman didn’t stand for justice, who would?”

Suguru watches him carefully, seeing both hero and man in his face. “You’re sure about that?” he asks softly. “Because some people are wondering why Superman didn’t work through the United Nations, or… or even call in the other heroes.” Satoru glances up at a corner of ceiling. He smiles wryly. “Please, the UN...? By the time paper said something, Jarhanpur would have been gone. And the other heroes...? I handle what I must on my own. I’m Superman” He raises his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just one guy in a suit.” For a moment, the tension in the air eases as Suguru smiles faintly. “So, you’re saying Superman saves the day because he can’t wait on stamps and diplomats?” Satoru leans back. “Something like that.” He winks behind his glasses, a playful glint in his eyes. “I like saving the day in real time.” Suguru laughs gently, closing his notebook. “Alright, Superman. I think that’s all I need for now.” “Thanks, Suguru.” Satoru stands and brushes off imaginary lint from his suit. “Thanks for the questions. You always keep me on my toes.” He slides off his chair to hug him tightly. “Someone has to,” he teases. “You did good, baby.” Satoru returns his hug, wrapping his arms around Suguru's waist. When they pull apart, Suguru gestures to his rumpled tie. “You look like you just survived an interview with Perry White.”

He chuckles, loosening the knot at his collar. “This tie was an enemy I never expected.” Suguru steps close and unbuttons the top of his shirt with a teasing grin. “Let me get your tie off then. You’ve earned some comfort.” With one hand, Satoru eases the tie from around his neck. It falls loosely over his shoulders as he undoes the top button of his shirt. “The second I can get out of this suit, I will,” he murmurs. Suguru pushes him gently toward the small kitchen. “C’mon, superhero I think you deserve a little break.” Satoru follows him, amusement playing on his face. The kitchen is cozy: a pot of coffee steams on the stove, light through the window. Satoru notices Suguru's fingers hovering at his collar. “Hey…” he says softly, standing behind him. “Careful.” Suguru spins and laughs, facing him. “I’m just trying to help a superhero relax.” Satoru’s thumb brushes over his wrist as he revels in his own tie. “You always do,” he says. His eyes flicker down to his lips, lingering. “And now… I could use more than coffee.” Before he can answer, he drapes one arm around Suguru's waist, drawing him close. “God, I missed you,” he admits in a low breath. He leans forward and gently presses his lips against Suguru's. Suguru responds immediately, arms looping around his neck. The kiss is warm but restrained at first, both aware of their public personas. But soon it deepens. Satoru groans softly against his mouth, a hand tangling in his hair, and his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. He pulls back an inch, suddenly aware. “Ugh,” he groans with comic frustration. “My stupid glasses…” Suguru smiles against his mouth. “You think so?” he teases, tracing the rim with a fingertip.

Satoru presses his forehead against his. “Every time I try to kiss you, they get in the way of the point,” he sighs quietly. He tugs lightly at the frames. “It’s like kissing steel when I really want you.” Laughing softly at his dramatics, Suguru reaches and gently slides the glasses off the bridge of his nose. “There.” Satoru blinks at him, suddenly vulnerable without the lenses. “Much better?” He closes his eyes and nods. “So much better.” He lifts Suguru onto the kitchen counter, his hands steady on his hips. The moment Suguru feels the warmth of the wood behind his legs, he grips his shoulders, kissing him back with renewed urgency. Satoru’s tie, now loosening fully, is flicked aside to dangle forgotten. He wraps both arms around him and closes the distance between them. His lips find Suguru's again, slow and deep, savoring. Suguru’s hands weave into his hair, pulling him closer, and Satoru groans into his mouth, one hand sliding down to brace on the counter next to his. The kitchen around them disappears. Their breaths hitch and the world tilts on its axis. Satoru’s knuckles graze the edge of the counter as he leans in, pressing every ounce of focus into the kiss. Suguru’s lips part slightly, and he tastes the faint sweetness of the coffee on his breath. His glasses sit by the sink forgotten. Satoru’s shirt is half-unbuttoned now, sleeves rolled up. A small, delighted laugh escapes Suguru’s lips when he realizes how completely he’s surrendered to the moment. He reaches to thumb at the still-tucked collar of Satoru's shirt. Satoru wraps one arm securely around his waist, holding Suguru against him. “You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes between kisses, voice husky. “Crazy in the best way.” Suguru grins against his jaw. “I know,” he whispers. “Because I’ve been missing you too.” He smiles, kissing along his jawline, feather light. “Then I guess this was overdue.” His tie now undone in full, hanging loose over one shoulder, he tilts his chin up and kisses him again, hungry.

Their hands roam tenderly but passionately. Satoru’s lips find the sensitive spot on his neck, trailing warmth downward, and Suguru lets out a soft gasp. He pauses, eyes shining, searching his face. “Okay?” he asks, voice thick. He just nods, breathless. “Yes,” he murmurs, “Satoru…” With that gentle invitation, he captures his mouth again. In the quiet kitchen, with evening light still dim through the windows, the world outside fades. All that matters is the heat building between them, the taste of reassurance, and the soft moans as they finally give in to everything words hadn’t said.

Satoru lifts Suguru off the counter, wrapping one leg around him as he steadies him. The counter clinks softly under their shifting weight. His arms wind around his shoulders, pressing him impossibly closer. He feels the steady thrum of his heartbeat through his chest against his. Suguru brushes his fingertips down the back of Satoru's neck, then tugs gently at his loose tie, playfully pulling it completely off. Satoru groans appreciatively, caught between desire and sheer relief. “No time for ties,” he murmurs back. “Especially not today.” He finally breaks the kiss, forehead to forehead, both panting softly. Satoru’s hand sweeps a strand of hair from Suguru’s face. “I love you,” he whispers urgently. “Always have. And right now, I want you next to me... not for a cause, not for a speech... just… next to me.” Suguru smiles, heart fluttering. “Always, baby,” he breathes. Their lips meet again as Satoru presses a gentle, lingering kiss to the center of his mouth. In the warm light of the kitchen, surrounded by the quiet aftermath of their interview and the promise of evening, Satoru loosens the final knot of tension. The only war is against the distance between them, and right now they’re both winning.

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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”

— Ray Bradbury; Dandelion Wine

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It’s about 4:37 a.m. right now and I woke up with a pain in my chest and I can’t tell if it’s heart burn or the emptiness coming back. But it’s late and I have to be up soon. Wish you were here. I’m sorry things changed.

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Can’t Tell Him

made this for a friend :p if junpei lived but yuji still can’t

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Junpei laughs. It’s a quiet sound, the kind that lingers in the air like a warm breeze, like something fragile and precious. Yuuji watches him from the other side of their lunch table, chopsticks hovering over his bento, pretending like he’s not memorizing every detail.

The way Junpei's eyes crinkle at the corners, the way his shoulders shake just a little when he really gets going. The way he finally looks happy.

That’s all that matters.

Yuuji smiles, shoving another bite of rice into his mouth to keep himself from saying something dumb. Something selfish.

“You’re staring, Yuuji,” Junpei teases, nudging him with his elbow. “I don’t think I’m that interesting.”

“You totally are,” Yuuji says through a mouthful of food, grinning when Junpei makes a face. “You’re like… top five most interesting people I know.”

Junpei scoffs, shaking his head. “That’s such a random ranking.”

“Well, Gojo-sensei is obviously number one, and Fushiguro’s gotta be second ‘cause he’s always so mysterious,” Yuuji explains. “And Nobara’s third, ‘cause she’ll kill me if she isn’t.”

Junpei rolls his eyes, but there’s a softness to it. “And what about fourth?”

Yuuji leans in, tapping his chin as if he’s really considering it. “Fourth might be Sukuna, but I dunno if he counts as a person.”

Junpei snorts. “And I’m fifth? After a literal curse?”

Yuuji shrugs dramatically. “Hey, top five is still pretty good.”

Junpei shakes his head, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. And that? That’s everything.

Because Junpei gets to be here. He gets to have these dumb conversations and complain about their teachers and stress over tests. He gets to wake up and go to school and come home to a life that isn’t suffocating him.

He gets to live.

And Yuuji?

Yuuji is going to make sure it stays that way.

It doesn’t matter that his own time is running out. That with every finger he swallows, his body feels a little less like his own. That one day, when the last one is consumed, there won’t be a future for him anymore.

He can’t tell Junpei. Won’t tell him.

Because Junpei is happy. And Yuuji won’t let anything ruin that.

Not even the truth.

“Hey,” Junpei says suddenly, tilting his head at him. “You okay? You’re making that weird face again.”

Yuuji blinks, shaking himself out of it before grinning. “Weird face? This weird face?” He contorts his expression into something truly ridiculous, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed.

Junpei groans, pushing his face away with one hand. “Oh my God, you’re the worst.”

Yuuji just laughs.

Because Junpei is still smiling. And that’s all that matters.

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do people still enjoy x reader fics cause i got some in storage 🤨

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every universe?

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(this is most def not plot accurate lol i did this more focused on the art rather than the actual storyline.. if u get me)

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in the heat of the battlefield, where curses roared and sukuna’s flames licked the air, choso stood beside yuji, both battered and broken. the crimson streaks of his blood mingled with the sweat on his pale, scarred skin. his vision blurred, but his eyes remained fixed on yuji, the boy who had become his brother, his anchor to humanity.

they had fought hard. too hard. and now, as the cursed king's flames crackled closer, choso knew his time was running out. he could feel his body giving up, burning from within, the cursed energy he had held onto so tightly flickering like a dying candle.

yuji was beside him, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. despite everything—the pain, the losses—yuji still had hope. but choso? he had accepted this. he had accepted the fate that awaited him. the very fate yuki had once told him about, her voice echoing in his mind.

choso had always been a cursed spirit, but yuki’s words had made him want to be more. to live as a human, even if just for a fleeting moment.

and that moment had come.

the flames danced around them, growing closer by the second. choso could feel the heat gnawing at his skin, threatening to swallow him whole. but still, he stood tall, his body shielding yuji from the brunt of the destruction, just as he had sworn to do.

in the midst of it all, yuji’s voice broke the silence. it was soft, cracked with emotion, and barely audible over the roar of the cursed flames. “choso… do you think we’ll be brothers in every universe?”

the question hit choso harder than any attack ever could. he turned to look at yuji, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears. yuji, who had come to mean everything to him. not as a vessel for sukuna, not as a warrior, but as family. as a brother.

choso’s lips quivered, and for a moment, he thought he wouldn’t be able to speak. but he forced himself to, his voice hoarse yet steady. "i sure hope so."

he wanted to believe that somewhere, in some distant world, they could live without war, without curses, without this endless cycle of pain. a world where they could just be brothers, no burdens, no tragedies.

but not here.

choso knew this was where his story ended. his body was failing, the cursed flames consuming him more with each passing second. yet he stayed there, rooted in place, giving everything he had left to protect yuji, to keep him safe for just a little longer.

as the flames engulfed him, choso felt no fear. there was only peace. in his final moments, he thought of yuki, of the humanity she had seen in him, and how he had tried to live up to that, even though he had been born a curse.

he thought of yuji, the boy who had given him the chance to be a brother.

and as his vision blurred and the heat of sukuna’s flames swallowed him whole, choso smiled, his last breath a gentle whisper: “thank you for becoming my brother.”

yuji’s scream cut through the air as choso’s form disappeared into the blaze, leaving only ash behind.

for yuji, it felt as though time had stopped. the world, once so loud, fell silent. choso was gone, and with him, a piece of yuji’s heart. he knelt in the ashes, tears streaming down his face, his chest tight with sorrow.

but even in his despair, yuji held onto choso’s final words, echoing in his mind like a gentle whisper, yuji responds: “thank you big brother.”

somewhere, in some universe, they would meet again. brothers, forever.

for now, yuji stood, broken but determined. he would carry choso’s sacrifice with him, a reminder of what it meant to be human, and of the brother who had given everything to protect him.

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in the vast expanse of longing, two souls drift miles apart, bound by destiny’s thread, woven tight through the tapestry of time. each day is a torturous waiting game, where hearts beat in sync yet hands remain untouched. the universe conspires in cruel jest, surrounding each with fleeting distractions, while the aching void of absence deepens. to see them love another is an unbearable torment, as if the stars themselves have turned away, leaving you to navigate the shadowed corridors of your own desire, knowing that only in the embrace of your destined one will your soul find its eternal rest.

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hi everyone :D