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the first brushstroke was tentative—just a soft smudge of burgundy along the side of your neck, blending it out with careful circular motions until it looked vaguely like a fading bruise. then you got bolder, layering purples and reds in uneven patches, smudging the edges with your fingertips to mimic the haphazard urgency of teeth and lips. by the time you finished, your neck looked like you'd been mauled by a very enthusiastic vampire. you tilted your head, inspecting your work in the mirror. it definitely looked like a hickey.
you'd just finished when the door creaked open—toji's heavy footsteps announcing his arrival before his voice did. "yo, i'm home," he called out, followed by the rustle of grocery bags hitting the counter. your pulse jumped. you'd planned to meet him in the living room, casual as anything, but now your feet carried you toward the kitchen instead, drawn by the sound of his voice like a magnet.
he was rummaging through the fridge when you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, neck perfectly angled to showcase your 'handiwork.' toji didn't even glance up at first, too busy shoving a carton of eggs onto a shelf. "got your favorite snacks," he mumbled, half-distracted. "those weird chip things you like—" then he straightened, turning toward you, and froze. his eyes locked onto your neck. "the fuck," he said, voice dropping an octave. "why do you have a goddamn hickey?"
you blinked innocently. "what?"
"don't ‘what’ me." he stepped closer, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but thought better of it. his brow furrowed, confusion flickering before irritation settled in. "who the hell—"
"toji," you interrupted, widening your eyes. "you left me alone all day. i got bored."
his jaw tightened. "so you decided to hook up with some rando?" his voice was low, measured, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides gave him away.
"not a hook up! y'know i have needs, toji," you said, fighting the grin threatening to split your face when his nostrils flared. "you weren't here to take care of 'em."
his hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist as he yanked you closer. the fridge door swung shut behind him with a thud, but he didn't seem to notice—too busy scanning your face like he could sniff out the lie. "cut the bullshit," he growled, thumb brushing the edge of your fake hickey. "who was it?"
you bit your lip, hard, to keep from laughing. "wouldn't you like to know."
toji's grip tightened, just shy of painful, and he crowded you back against the counter. his free hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head to expose the mess of red and purple smudges. his breath hitched when his thumb smeared the pigment slightly.
"fuck," he muttered, pulling back to stare at his stained fingertips. realization dawned slow, his scowl melting into something dangerously amused. "you little shit."
you finally cracked, giggling as he wiped his thumb across your cheekbone in revenge. "got you so good," you giggled, dodging when he went to grab you again.
toji's laughter rumbled through the kitchen, deep and uncontained, as he wiped his stained fingers on your shirt with a grin that promised retaliation. "real cute," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners gave him away. "you think you're slick, huh?" his hands slid down to your waist, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants like he was considering tossing you over his shoulder—and he totally would, if you didn't distract him fast. "i should just give you a real one. see how funny you think it is then."
you huffed, tiptoeing to keep your balance as he hoisted you onto the counter, his calloused palms warm against your thighs. "oh, so now you wanna kiss me?" he teased, tilting your chin up defiantly even as your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. you didn't answer—just leaned in as your mouth found his in a clumsy, laughing collision.
his lips were softer than you remembered—still chapped from the winter air, but sweet with the taste of the mint gum he chewed when he drove. he hummed against your mouth, half-amused, half-something else entirely, his hands sliding up to cradle your face like you were something precious. "i love you," you muttered between kisses, because it was true and because you wanted to feel the way his breath hitched when you said it. "i'd never cheat on you."
"damn right you wouldn't," toji murmured back, but there was no bite left in it—just warm, rough affection as he nipped at your lower lip, pulling away just enough to watch your face when you whined at the loss. his thumbs traced idle circles over your cheekbones, "i'd like to see someone half as sexy as me tryin' to catch your attention anyway." you rolled your eyes, but the flush creeping up your neck wasn't just from the makeup anymore.
he caught it anyway, grinning like a shark spotting blood in the water. "aw, baby," he cooed, voice dropping into that stupid, exaggerated sweet tone he only used to mess with you. "you like when i talk shit, huh?" you shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge—just hooked a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugged, exposing more of your faux-hickey masterpiece. "real shame i gotta ruin your art project."
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summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more
dividers by: @petalpxl | series moodboard | art by lorinmower
chapter one: how you met \ chapter two: of course it's yours, you fucking idiot!
chapter three: meeting the itadori's \ chapter four: hospitals and hot dad walks
chapter five: fratuncles \ chapter six: more than co-parents
chapter seven: graduation \ epilogue
series oneshots/drabbles:
1. stinky feet bandit ❀ 2. late night feeds ❀ 3. daddy's little poop monster ❀ 4. baby carrier experiment ❀ 5. yuji loves his baby cousin
Gojo introduced his three students to her. One of them she immediately recognised. Ecstasy filled her eyes as she pulled the dark-haired boy into a tight hug. He tried acting nonchalant, knowing it caught him off guard, and he was happy seeing her too. The brown-haired girl made it clear that she was excited about meeting Y/n and shook her hand aggressively.
“So…” Yuji Itadori clasped his hands before continuing, “…are you two together?”
Nobara nudged him with her elbow and he just looked at her with a big pout. He knew she was curious too.
“Oh god no!” Y/n shot back in an instant.
Gojo dramatically clutched his chest in mock offense.
“Oh, wow, I’m still your little secret?” he pouted before bursting out in laughter.
“Not funny!” you replied.
“You should’ve seen ya face,” Gojo flailed his arms around, still laughing uncontrollably.
The three students were more than confused as Y/n started smacking his arm and pulling on his uniform. How was she this comfortable with him, if he’s just an “old friend”? Y/n wished she could smack that smug grin right off his ridiculously handsome face, but she could barely reach his shoulder. Why did he have to be this tall?
As an apology, Gojo invited her out for dinner so they could catch up. He wanted to hear about her life and, naturally, brag about his own.
He was quick to call Ijichi so that he could pick the teenagers up while he went out for dinner with his old friend.
“We’re going to see you again, right, miss?” Yuji asked and Y/n couldn’t look into his adorable face and disappoint him with a simple no.
“I’m sure you will!” her voice sounded more convinced than she actually was.
⸻
Gojo brought you to the dinner date. It was in a refined restaurant. The guests were all dressed in classy dresses and suits. Y/n felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. The restaurant had bright lights with jazz playing in the background. Expensive colognes lingered in the air, as well as the smell of champagne. That’s when she realised just how rich Gojo Satoru really was.
The server guided them to a table next to the window in a rather calmer spot. Y/n sat down across from Gojo and faced him. He still wore that ridiculous blindfold, and she silently wished he would take it off for just a second to reveal his mesmerizing eyes she hasn’t seen since god knows when.
“You’re staring,” he smirked teasingly at her.
She hastily turned her head away. “No, I’m not!”
“You totally are,” he chuckled now. “So how is your life as an ex-sorcerer? You doing okay?”
“Please don’t call it that, and yeah, I’m fine.”
She was definitely not doing fine. Life was throwing curveballs at her and she felt like a huge joke.But she still managed to force a small smile.
“You know you can tell me the truth. I know when you’re lying. You’re my friend.” His smirk turned into a soft, knowing smile.
“Work is kinda rough, and the people there are really something.”
Normally it was hard for her to open up and vent about these types of problems, but with him everything was so natural.
⸻
Time passed as Gojo listened to her problems. But Gojo always found a way to make her laugh, changing the topic after hearing her out and giving advice. He didn’t interrupt. He just leaned back slightly, listening with an unusually soft expression.
Gradually the conversation slowly shifted into solething more casual.
The food was amazing and the conversation went on for hours. Gojo talked about his newest student who ate one of Sukuna’s fingers. Y/n was shocked to hear that the sweet-looking guy really swallowed the finger of a 1000+ year old curse.
⸻
After finishing dinner, he walked her to the train station. It was dark outside and the air was quite cool.
“Give me your phone, I’ll dial in my phone number.”
“Oh, right,” she brought her phone out of her bag and placed it into his hand. “I hope you know that I had to change my number back then.”
“No worries. I definitely didn’t think you hated me and blocked me or anything,” he quipped.
Guilt gnawed at her because she never reached out to him in all these years.
“I’m sorry.” Guilt twisted in her stomach as she looked away.
Gojo scratched the nape of his neck, regretting his choice of words. “It’s alright. I’m sure you had your reasons. Besides, you’re here now, aren’t you?”
Y/n smiled at him a little awkwardly.
He didn’t want to make her feel bad about the situation. It was in the past and he understood why she chose to leave.
When the train arrived, Y/N stepped forward. Just as she was about to board, Gojo gently caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
“I missed you, Y/n.”
Y/N froze, caught off guard by both his actions and his words. He had acted so casual the entire evening.
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
———————————————————————————————
The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
———————————————————————————————
The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
——-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
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Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.
possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.
but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.
Nanami preferred facts.
and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.
but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?
the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!
a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.
but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.
nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.
a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.
Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.
he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.
there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.
there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.
the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.
"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.
you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.
"There you are."
Nanami returned the smile automatically.
but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.
your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"
he met your gaze briefly before looking away.
the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.
you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.
"Kento."
"Hm."
"You're doing that thing."
his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"
"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."
you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.
"Did something happen at work?"
"No."
"Did someone annoy you?"
"Not particularly."
"Are you tired?"
"Always."
your expression only softened.
your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.
"C'mon, talk to me?"
you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.
Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.
eventually, he said, "Who is he?"
you blinked. "...who?"
"The coworker."
your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."
for several seconds, you said nothing.
then, "Are you jealous?"
Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.
your expression softened even further.
you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.
"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."
the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.
"There he is."
"I was here the entire time."
"No, you were somewhere in your own head."
you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.
"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."
his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.
"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"
a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.
"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."
"Did it work?"
"No."
you laughed. "That was unfortunate."
he laughed along with you. "It was."
the knot in his chest began to loosen.
not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.
Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it
Here are two alternate endings based on a nearly 50/50 poll.
People wanted to see reader get back with Gojo, but that felt too unfair to her after everything, so I ended up writing two Part 2s depending on what you wanted to see LOL.
Part 1
Part 2A: The apology - Gojo begs for forgiveness
Part 2B: Replaced - reader moves on, and Gojo regrets his decisions
boyfriend!yuji who... is obsessed with showing you off to everyone he meets. even if you’re not there, or the conversation is completely unrelated, he’ll make sure to flash his lockscreen (one of his favourite pictures of you) just to bring you up.
boyfriend!yuji who... loves cinema dates more than anything in the world. it doesn’t even have to be his choice of movie, so long as he gets to watch the screen light up your face, the reactions that you give. plus he loves the cliche moment of bumping hands while digging in the popcorn
boyfriend!yuji who... has an entire highlight on his instagram dedicated to just you. you don’t even know how he gets half his photos
boyfriend!yuji who... really really really loves having his arm wrapped around your body at any given moment. it’s the perfect position to squeeze you in, and he gets to feel your warmth next to him. yes please!
boyfriend!yuji who... constantly changes the name you’re saved as in his phone, though it’s always something super sappy. angel, perfect, my beautiful amazing sexy gf/bf who i love, whatever it is, it’s always something sweet
nobara kugisaki
girlfriend!nobara who... always goes to you first when she needs to tell someone something. doesnt matter if its something extremely personal or shallow gossip, you’re the first person who’s gonna find out
girlfriend!nobara who... adores holding your hand. its something so simple, and yet its the closest thing to heaven on earth to feel your fingers intertwined with hers as you’re walking down the street
girlfriend!nobara who... offers to do anything to make your life a little easier. okay, not anything, shes not perfect, but she will carry your bags when out shopping, or lend you cash when you don’t have any on you. just remember to do the same for her when she needs it
girlfriend!nobara who... somehow always has the snacks you like on hand. sources say that its because she actually likes you, but who can be sure?
girlfriend!nobara who... loves that you can be yourself around her, and vice versa. she’s allowed to be happy and excited, but can also have her bad days without judgement, and she’ll be damned if you don’t get the same treatment. guess thats what happens in such healthy relationships
megumi fushiguro
boyfriend!megumi who... ragebaits you by being nonchalant. sometimes he doesnt mean to, but most of the time he knows how to get under your skin just enough for it to be funny. never lets it get serious enough for you to be genuinely mad though
boyfriend!megumi who... isnt a big fan of pda whatsoever, but when you're in private don't even doubt that hes not hovering around you 24/7. lying on the couch tangled up together, or in the kitchen in such close proximity that you can't help but brush against each other
boyfriend!megumi who... doesnt understand a lot of the things you send him. yeah, hes a member of the younger generation, but it doesnt mean he knows who the fuck ash trevino is or why you insist on using her face as reactions to his texts. wishes you'd stop saying that he's “not even there in the cabeza” followed by “sorry y'all dont know spanish”
boyfriend!megumi who... really likes watching you nerd out about the things you're into. it’s just nice seeing you get so passionate, what can he say?
boyfriend!megumi who... does mention you in conversation, just not to the extent that yuji does. every now and then when he's starting an anecdote he’ll say “oh, my (girl/boy)friend..” or “that reminds me of when my partner..”. you should be flattered you're on his mind so much. and impressed that he can keep it inside so well.
divider by @/mieluno
no i am not an ash trevino fan
this is lazy but wtv i dont care you get what youre given
“To tell you I should’ve chased. I should be who you’re engaged to.”
sum: maki zen’in lived a peaceful life, settling down with her husband and baby was the best thing she could’ve asked for, until she discovers the unsent love letters her old ‘friend’ had written to her and all she could imagine was a life with them.
warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, possesive maki if you squint, maki and reader are YEARNERS BIG TIME, yuta lowk a side character here, timeskip/modulo, maki and yuta are married and have a baby (iori), g/n reader
w.c: 3.8k
a/n: It’s my first fic cut me some slack🙏 dividers by @kthice !!
Maki lived her days happily. How couldn’t she? She had a loving husband and a child she oh so lovingly took care of and cherished. She had a family on whom she could rely on without judgement nor rejection. She appreciated the sheer domesticity of it. Especially after the Shinjaku Showdown. No more worrying about curses or anything.
But she still felt this dull ache in her chest anytime she glanced at Yuta for too long. It felt like maggots eating away at her poor heart and making their way through the rest of her body, devouring tender flesh and skin. Eating away at her, little by little. Like holes were slowly starting to form in her heart and she didn’t know how to fill them.
Like something was missing.
Anytime he smiled at her, a gentle curve of the corners of his lips upturned, the corner of his eyes crinkling with pure love and warmth, Maki had this awful little voice in the back of her head. Something isn’t right. It’s all his fault.
No, no that’s not right. It’s all my fault, isn’t it?
Maki didn’t know where it came from but she ignored it most of the time.
Currently, Maki has been cooing at little baby Iori right after his nap. One hand supported his back as she held him close to her chest as the other petted over his thin strands of her with the utmost care and softness coming from someone whose hands had caused an entire clan to fall.
Yuta eventually came up behind her with his hands on her shoulders, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of her cheek, and another one to the corner of her mouth. “How are my darlings doing?” He asked it so gently it made Maki simply stare and study his face; the mirth twinkling in his eyes, the slope of his nose, the slight curve of his lips that always seemed to brighten around her. It almost made her feel guilty for her bitter feelings tucked away into the back of her mind.
Almost.
Maki leaned into Yuta’s warm embrace, still cradling her baby close to her body. “Mmh..I’m good,” she murmured before turning her head to look at him. Her eyes softened slightly at the sight before her. Her husband looked awfully tired..and a little stressed out. Her brows furrowed with concern, the crease on her forehead forming into a little frown Yuta loved so dearly. “You look exhausted, dear. Have you been getting enough sleep?”
Yuta stayed silent for a moment, his face half tucked into her deep green hair before he half heartedly mumbled an “I’m fine” so quiet Maki could barely make out the words before she processed them.
Her lips pursed, however, Maki stayed silent. She didn’t press the matter further but she didn’t want to pry and stress him out further. “Alright then. If you say so,” there were a few seconds of comfortable silence only interrupted by the soft sounds of their breathing and the baby’s occasional sounds which Maki subconsciously rubbed his back any time he had made one.
That silence was only interrupted by Maki’s question directed at Yuta.
“What do you want for dinner?”
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
That night, for once, dinner was eaten in silence. Not tense or uncomfortable, but was instead peaceful. Lovely, even.
Yuta, like always, helped his wife clear the table and clean the kitchen. His hands, calloused and rough from years of fighting, were gentle as they handled the fragile porcelain of the fine china dishes Maki insisted they buy for quality.
His nimble fingers gripped the soft side of the sponge as they scrubbed the plates for any food residue that had remained afterwards, intent and focused. Maki worked on putting the food away. Packing them into their appropriate tupperware and storing them away for later use.
Yuta retreated to bed afterwards, picking Iori from his high chair and carrying him to his crib upstairs to be put to sleep. He performed his usual routine while Maki was still downstairs. He had not asked her immediately to come upstairs and lie down with him but he did wait awake for ten minutes before he finally surrendered to the soft lullaby of sleep herself and the tender blanket of moonlight encapsulating his body as he lay in his bed.
Maki stayed downstairs well after dinner had ended. She lingered in the kitchen before slowly making her way to the garden behind their house.
She walked through the garden, her feet pressing into the flimsy blades of grass that stuck up. Maki walked and admired the flowers that grew; from roses to tulips to daisies to daffodil weeds she had begged Yuta not to pull out yet because they had looked too beautiful to kill. Because “even beauty can find itself in danger” she had said firmly as she plucked the herbicide from his gloved hands.
Her gaze, however, lingered on a few flowers growing in the back of the flower bed. Gardenias. They stood out to her and she couldn’t exactly remember why. Something symbolic, perhaps? No, no that can’t be right. She read about these somewhere. Or heard it. Someone’s favorite flower perhaps..oh.
She remembers. She remembers well and clearly.
You.
You and your frustratingly angelic features. You and your maddening sweetness. You and your kindness. You and your stubbornness. Your strength, your love, your wittiness, your tenacity. You, you, you.
You were like Maki’s best dream.
Oh, how Maki missed your face. One that she can’t even remember properly but she can remember how her eyes used to linger on your face. How she used to admire you like the finest jewel and nothing else could compare.
Because they couldn’t.
You were her best companion. Her confidant, her bestest friend, her beloved, her heart, sweetheart. How Maki loved you.
But she could never tell you. Not only with Yuta, but because she could no longer hold you in her arms. Not exactly dead; missing. You went missing after the Shibuya Incident and was announced MIA.
The night they had announced your absence, Maki cried into your pillow, inhaling the sweet scent that still lingered on the soft silk of your pillowcase. That scent that was so distinctly yours.
She remembers you telling her your favorite flower oh so clearly. The memory was clear as day, like a fresh memory that had just happened that very morning. Like you two were still training to become the world’s two greatest sorcerers in the Jujutsu world. Just so she could rub it in her family’s face and you could stand beside her.
You two had been in her dorm with you sprawled out on the floor while she sat at her desk. You were talking about something silly; a new blouse you’d seen while shopping, a book you’d just read, some cursed technique you’d finally mastered after months of practicing, some stupid magazine quiz you took in your free time. Maki listened intently to you, hanging onto every word that fell from your lips like it was the holy grail.
“..and yeah this quiz gave me this obscure flower called a gardenia,” you had been talking for god knows how long but she didn’t mind. “What a dumb name for such a boring flower!! I wish I got a cooler flower!! But, alas, this must be my new favorite, since it’s the one I got!! At least it’s somewhat pretty..” you rambled on, switching up as quickly as possible and Maki simply chuckled at your new decision.
The memory hit Maki like a bullet to the chest as she studied the flowers in her garden. Your favorite, she now remembered. She hesitantly reached out, elegant fingers brushed the stem of one the dozen flowers growing tall in her garden before gently pulling it from the ground, long and spindly roots emerging from the soil as she lifted it into her hand.
She brought it up to her face, her eyes flickering over the flower’s ivory petals. Maki could feel the sting in her eyes, tears prickling at the corners and before she knew it, a single tear, hot and painful, slid down her cheek before soaking into the soft earth beneath her feet. You would’ve teased her lightheartedly if you saw her crying like this. You then would’ve comforted and held her until she was drained.
Humiliating, she thought. Crying like a child over someone whose face was a distant memory and all she could make out were vague bits and pieces.
A few moments of pondering was all she needed before Maki carefully tucked the flower into her shirt and slowly stood up. She tarried in the garden before slowly walking in the opposite direction of the flower beds, back towards her home with a heavy heart and an aching sensation behind her eyes.
She’d never speak a word of this to Yuta. She doesn’t need him worrying over something so silly.
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
Come morning, Maki had been sleeping peacefully next to Yuta. She had slipped into between the sheets in the middle of the night and fell asleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow. She slept serenely, her face relaxed with sleep as the soft sun shone across her features and onto the bedsheets. Yuta was in a similar position— only he had shifted to Maki’s side and had wrapped himself around her; an arm slung over her waist while face found its place in the crook of her collarbone.
Eventually, the sunlight hit Yuta’s eyes and his lashes fluttered open, blinking the light out of his eyes before he slowly realized his position. With a smile beginning to grow on his face, he nuzzled his wife’s neck, nudging the soft skin with the point of his nose.
The movement woke Maki up with a soft yawn as she subconsciously turned her face to press her face into Yuta’s hair. She breathed in his scent before the previous night’s memories slowly came back to her. Maki could still feel that ivory flower tucked into her shirt, hidden away from eyes that were not hers. She was good at hiding her reactions, this time being an example, but that still didn’t hide the longing in her eyes.
Even for a fleeting second, a fragile heartbeat of a moment, she could pretend it was you in her arms and not the man she said ‘I do’ to all those years ago.
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
Breakfast was just as placid as dinner last night, though Maki seemed awfully distracted; pushing around the food on her plate with her chopsticks before slowly eating, or simply zoning out, blankly staring at her plate with no reason Yuta could think of. He couldn’t help but be a little worried for his wife as he placed a hand on hers that rested on the table before standing up, grabbing a jar of baby food, and making his way to Iori to feed him.
A knock on the door interrupted the quiet bubble surrounding their bubble. Yuta and Maki exchanged curious glances before she stood up to go and answer the door. When she turned the doorknob, no one stood before her. Puzzled, she looked around before spotting a medium sized unlabeled box sitting on the doormat.
Maki bent down to pick it up. She turned it in her hands, checking the sides before freezing when she saw the name on the bottom.
Yours. So unmistakably yours.
She couldn’t show this to Yuta. Absolutely not. That would raise a novel of risks. Questions too personal, frustration from the lack of answers, curiosity too strong to stay away. She’d hide it away if she had to. There was no way he’d be allowed to see what’s in this box. Even if part of the reason was because Maki wanted you to stay her secret and hers alone.
For the first time, Maki Zen’in was keeping secrets hidden away from her beloved husband.
“Is everything alright?” Yuta yelled from the kitchen as Maki froze up before she scrambled to hide the box— somewhere behind a potted plant, she wasn’t looking. She quickly composed herself before walking back to the kitchen to meet the face of her worried husband. “Everything is fine. No one was at the door. Perhaps it was just the wind hitting the door,” she lied smoothly. She felt guilty, yes, but she did what she must.
Yuta looked at her with a slight frown, not quite believing her but also not pushing further. “Alright,” he mumbled. “If you insist.” He went back to Iori, finished up with feeding him, and moved on to clearing the dining table. Maki, expectedly, went to help her husband in silence.
Whatever this was, she would not allow Yuta to be a part of it.
The day went on as normal, even with that small part of Maki that wasn’t fully there with her, she still managed to pay attention to both her husband and her child. They’d sit on the couch together, watch a movie, cuddle up like two peas in a pod. It was all lovely and placid. But a part of Maki’s mind still lingered on you and your name on that box.
Yuta noticed.
Of course he did. The man was incredibly perceptive and picked up on these things faster than people expected. Did he comment on it? Pfft, hell no. Maki already seemed distracted enough. She didn’t need her husband pouncing on her, demanding for answers he knew she wasn’t gonna give him. Did that stop the curiosity? No. Obviously he wanted to know what kept a part of his wife’s mind engaged, but he wasn’t nosy like that. He loves Maki, achingly so. He doesn’t want to invade her privacy.
He’d rather she come to him first instead prying her open like a case that needs to be studied. Patience. That’s what he was taught.
Yuta Okkotsu was a very patient man and he would wait a thousand-and-one years for his wife to open up to him about whatever was troubling her.
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
Maki waited until the sun began to touch the horizon, dusk began to fall before nightfall quickly blanketed Tokyo’s vast city. If she was going to see what was in this strange box, she would not risk Yuta walking in and seeing the secret she hid from him.
She waited until Yuta put the baby to bed and got ready to sleep himself. She lied down in their bed, fighting the lull of sleep before he came. Maki felt the dip in the mattress as Yuta settled down beside her. She heard the rustling of sheets, already knowing, without looking up, that it was ger husband trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in while still being close to her.
Maki lies in their bed until she hears the soft sound of Yuta’s breathing even out, signaling he has finally fallen asleep. She pauses for a minute or two before, as quietly as she can, Maki slips out of bed and tiptoes her way downstairs towards where she had thrown that box to hide it. She makes her away to that tall potted plant she had tossed the box behind before crouched down on the hardwood floor to retrieve the box
Her hands felt around, unable to see much without turning on the light to avoid waking Yuta, before her fingertips had made contact with the rough cardboard of the box. She pulled back, both hands firmly grasping the box, and stood up to go open the box in her bathroom.
What a hassle, she thought. Maki could be in her bed, sleeping next to her husband like she should’ve been and saved herself the trouble. She could’ve ignored the whole thing and went on with her marriage.
But it involved you. Anything to do with you had to be important, right?
She finally was able to go upstairs and into her bathroom without disturbing Yuta nor the baby. She shut the door gently behind her, clicking the lock into place as she slid down to the floor, back still to the wood of the door. She glided her fingers across the top of the box, hesitating whether to open it or not. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she contemplated her decisions. On one hand, whatever is inside could be dangerous. A cursed object or a threat sent by someone else impersonating you. On the other hand..
What if it was really you? This could be her only chance to be in contact with you. If that meant risking her safety, so be it. With careful hands, Maki slowly picked at the tape on the sides of the box that sealed the top together until they started to flake upwards and she could peel them off, taking a thin layer of cardboard with them but not enough to severely damage the box or its contents. She reached her hand into the box once she opened it and her gaze snapped down to see what she was touching.
Paper. Letters to be specific. Letters from you. Dozens of them. Unsent.
Her breath caught in her throat as Maki’s hands shakily reached for the one on top. She picked it up with the utmost gentleness she could muster up. Her eye caught the text on the envelope’s flap in your recognizable swirly handwriting.
‘To my dearest Maki. I hope to see you one day read how much of my heart you had stolen and held captive while I let it happen with an open chest.’
She read the lines over and over with her eyes stung with strain and something else she refused to name.
There were dozens upon dozens of letters in this box. Maki reckoned she’d be here all night reading every single one of them.
For you? She doesn’t mind. She never did anyway.
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
Maki sat on the cold bathroom floor, her back protesting from being pressed against the hardwood door as she read these letters until dawn began to pass over and the sun greeted the sky again.
She had read all of these letters. One by one, letter by letter, word by word. She absorbed every single one like a sponge to water. The letters you had written varied from writing almost two pages worth of something as small as how much you love the look on her face while she used to train to something sweet and short about the way she’d gently advise you to drop the guy you might have been talking to at the time so she could have you for herself.
But all those letters were consistent on who, what they were about. Her. They were all love letters to her. Weak Maki Zen’in. Maki Zen’in who possessed no cursed technique. Maki Zen’in who trained to become a jujutsu sorcerer in spite.
Maki Zen’in who slaughtered her whole clan as an act of revenge.
Yet you saw past that. You saw her.
Maki was in tears by the time she had gotten to the last letter, her eyes prickled with tears as she tried to suck it in, trying to muffle the quiet hiccups and sobs that escaped her to avoid waking Yuta. The letter felt final. Like a goodbye.
Like you knew you’d go missing the very next night.
It went like this;
‘October 30th, 2018,
To my dear Maki,
I write this letter with the hopes of finally being able to pour my heart out to you. Though, even if I may not be able to lay my eyes upon your citrine eyes after tomorrow, may my love be carried everywhere you go. May my heart be with you anytime you think of me. For I’d rather be a stranger to you than a sister. More than a mere friend. I wish for my soul to touch yours one day so you could feel how it longs and aches for you to reciprocate these feelings back to me.
Yours truly’
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
The ink on the old paper began to smudge from the dampness of Maki’s tears, drops of moisture tainted the paper with their own mark and smudged a few letters from the wetness of her tears. How dare you, she thought bitterly. How could you not tell me, you fool? I would’ve loved you all the same. Was it not obvious enough? Should I have tried harder? Oh, it is all my fault, isn’t it? I ruined everything.
For a while, Maki let her mind wander. What it would be like if you were here with her instead of Yuta. How it would feel to wake up with you tangled in her arms. How it would feel kissing you goodbye any time you left the house. How it would feel to hold you on the couch, enjoying a few moments of quiet serenity.
Alas, she could only dream. She had a husband and a child.
She didn’t have you, and she didn’t know if she ever could. You could be dead for all she knew.
✩*: ・゚☾ ✩*: ・゚☾
Maki walked out of the bathroom, eyes slightly hollow but dryer now, clean face because of the cold water she had splashed on her face to clear the tears and hide any evidence of what she had been doing in the bathroom, still holding that opened box. She made her way all the way to the quiet room where she kept a bookshelf and desk with a charcoal chair behind it; an office area, in a way. She walked over to the desk, opened a drawer, and dropped the box unceremoniously in it before closing it quietly and walking out to go back to bed to Yuta.
She walked to their bedroom and gently pushed open the door, the sight of her husband still sleeping peacefully in their bed and baby Iori in his crib. For once, the sight didn’t fill her with that familiar contentment she felt when she saw the two.
She felt hollow.
Without a word, she walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers. Maki stared at the ceiling for a few moments before rolling over on her side to face Yuta. She studied his features. Relaxed face with his droopy eyes closed, lips slightly parted with every breath he took, a few strands of hair sitting messily on his forehead.
But all she could think about was you in his spot. Your face relaxed with sleep. Your hair mused from rolling around in bed all night. Your body would instinctively curl towards hers for warmth. That would never happen though, would it?
Because Yuta was not you, and he would never be you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... has been your friend for years.
casual!bsf!yuji who... has had feelings for you ever since you two were in junior high.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you knew he had feelings for you, yet you never acted upon it cause you didn't feel the same way.
casual!bsf!yuji who... asks you to go to the school dance with him first year of high school.
casual!bsf!yuji who... brags to everyone that he's taking you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... rejected multiple people who asked him just so he could go with you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... many girls having crushes on, and you can't help but get jealous when other girls talk about how cute he is.
casual!bsf!yuji! who... calls you beautiful when he sees you in your dress for the school dance.
casual!bsf!yuji who... wears a matching tie corresponding to the color of your dress. he buys you a corsage to go around your wrist.
casual!bsf!yuji who... takes you out to eat dinner after the dance. the two of you get your food free because you two reminded an old couple what it was like to "be young and be in love".
casual!bsf!yuji who... laughs it off and says your just a friend. right
casual!bsf!yuji who... you start to fall for after that night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks that you two are together.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sits with you when you go on a class field trip retreat.
casual!bsf!yuji who... rubs his foot against yours while you two sit together.
casual!bsf!yuji who... stares at you the entire retreat. when you look at him, he gives you a soft smirk and a wink.
casual!bsf!yuji who... mid-field trip whispers "i love you" into your ear out of nowhere.
casual!bsf!yuji who...se pupils dilate whenever he looks at you
casual!bsf!yuji who... calls himself your boyfriend in front of everyone.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you fell for even harder after that field trip.
casual!bsf!yuji who... dresses up as the grinch to the halloween party you were both invited to. the party is the day before actual halloween!
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes fun of the fake glasses you were wearing as you were dressed up as superman.
casual!bsf!yuji who... starts playing with your hair as you make tiktoks with your friends.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you take a picture of shotgunning a sprite, and it's your new favorite photo.
casual!bsf!yuji who... wasn't originally invited to the other halloween party the next day.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you yell "YES!" when two third year girls suggest picking him up.
casual!bsf!yuji who... shows up to the party wearing shorts and a hoodie.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you follow around all night trying to hang out with him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... play tackles you onto the ground when you two are alone in the movie room.
casual!bsf!yuji who... puts you in an awkward position, so when someone opens the door they see your butt up against his crotch.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you were screwing!!
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets a girlfriend.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you start sobbing to your mom to.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes to a movie night you and your friends were having.
casual!bsf!yuji who... can't flirt with you anymore now that he's in a relationship.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you can't help but still think he's so attractive.
casual!bsf!yuji who... breaks up with the girl after two weeks! he says she's batshit crazy.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you lose feelings for.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you go to see a movie with and he thinks about making a move on you but never does.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you're dating again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes over your house regularly!
casual!bsf!yuji who... starts flirting with you again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... snuggles up on your lap one day at school when you two are alone.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sighs when he sees a lovey couple, saying "i wish i had a girlfriend."
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it seem like to everyone that you two are dating one day staying after school.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sits right next to you wherever you go.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sees you joking shoving your face into your turtle neck and reprimands you for doing it. when you ask why, he simply says "because i thought I was fat when i was younger and i don't want you thinking that about yourself."
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't realize you were doing it to be cute.
casual!bsf!yuji who... keeps jokingly sitting on your lap!
casual!bsf!yuji who... wraps his arm around your waist.
casual!bsf!yuji who... chuckles when you tell him everyone's looking. "good, let them." he murmmers into your ear.
casual!bsf!yuji who... keeps trying to hold your hand.
casual!bsf!yuji who... jokingly puts on the headband you were wearing and wears it around like an idiot.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you finally work the courage to confess to.
casual!bsf!yuji who... one day does out to eat with you, where you were going to tell him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... before you even say anything, starts talking about how he would never date you and he only sees you as a friend.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you still confess to, and he rejects you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... promises that he doesn't see you any differently.
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't treat you any different like he promised.
casual!bsf!yuji who... finds out your talking to someone new. another boy in your grade.
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets upset when he founds out the two of you are dating.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes up to you and tells you that on the day you asked him out, he truly did like you on that day, but he got so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do and rejected you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... you shrug off.
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it his mission to get you to like him again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... flirts with you all day at school and even smacked your butt as a joke, which led to one of your third year guy friends grabbing him by the collar and yelling at him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... still pretends to kiss you in every photo.
casual!bsf!yuji who... doesn't give up.
casual!bsf!yuji who... begs you to break up with the guy you're going out with.
casual!bsf!yuji who... asks you to be his girlfriend 5 times in one day!
casual!bsf!yuji who... finally admits to you that he's been in love with you for years
casual!bsf!yuji who... you tell he missed his chance.
casual!bsf!yuji who... makes it a fun game to enjoy.
casual!bsf yuji who... you ask to carry you after training since your feet hurt so bad. he smugly picks you up and says, "i bet your boyfriend can't do this."
casual!bsf!yuji who... you go out to eat dinner with with a group of friends one night. when you switch seats with a friend, he wraps his arm around you nonchalantly. you rolled your eyes.
casual!bsf!yuji who... catches your receipt after you drop it and says "how boyfriendly of me, right?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... you told first after the boy broke up with you!
casual!bsf!yuji who... offers to hang out with you after.
casual!bsf!yuji who... comes over your house and watches movies with you.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you sit opposite of, feet on his chest as you watch a horror movie.
casual!bsf!yuji who... your dad asks if you're dating after he leaves.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you get in a fight with.
casual!bsf!yuji who... sees your ex talkings stage while you two are walking one day in town.
casual!bsf!yuji who... yells out his name and starts pointing to you dramatically, yelling that you still love him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... gets confused when you run away from him sobbing. gets even more confused when you don't answer any of his texts.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you don't talk to anymore
casual!bsf!yuji who... you can't stay away from.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you see at a party a week later, and he joins you and your friends playing hackysack.
casual!bsf!yuji who... finally asks "are you mad at me?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... you tell how you feel and he gives you a big hug, apologizing for what an asshole he's been.
casual!bsf!yuji who... ends up laying on the ground while you rub his back in the same night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... is your best friend again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... flirts with you endlessly throughout the night.
casual!bsf!yuji who... kisses your hand when you leave.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you eat lunch with. he has a crumb on his mouth and when you tell him, he smirks and asks "can you get it for me?"
casual!bsf!yuji who... rubs your leg when you sit next to him.
casual!bsf!yuji who... everyone thinks you're dating again.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you don't even know what you are anymore. you're not friends but you're not dating. it's just you and yuji.
casual!bsf!yuji who... you'll always be secretly in love with too.
⋆˚꩜。 a/n: i'm so sorry this turned out longer than i expected! this is HEAVILY (like, genuinely heavily, i have lived through ALL of these events with one of my friends!!). this is flowkenuienly a reflecting post because this is my situation with my guy friend and IDK WHAT TO DO. i hope my life sounds good through a yuji itadori fanfiction
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yuji x fem!reader // drabble // basically just fluff // everyone is 18+ // no use of y/n // yuji is so whipped // yuji confessing to you // took me a second to get this one out, I kept getting hung up on the dialogue and I've been a bit busy // ps yuji is the most perfect man to ever exist, ty that's all // whipped yuji series guys??
part one , part two
"You've been acting weird," you say as Yuji starts to pull his hand from yours.
"Weird? Me?" He shakes his head, quickly flashing you his boyish grin that says 'everything is totally fine'.
"Yes, weird, you." You put your hands on your hips with a little pout when he fully slips his hand from yours. "Stop bullshitting me, Yu. I know you."
"I-" He's suddenly at a complete loss for words—how the hell is he supposed to tell you he's in love with you? That's why he's been acting so weird lately, pulling away because he can hardly think straight whenever you're near him now. And the small touches, they all feel too much, too much when his heart races anytime your fingers intertwine with his.
And the thought of telling you all this, that he could lose you over his feelings? It already has him spiraling, scared to lose even a sliver of you.
"I… uh- I just…" His eyes dart past you as he puts a little distance between you two, and the movement alone leaves a pit forming in your stomach.
"If you don't want to be friends or something… You can just tell me."
"Wait- what? No," He shakes his head, hands instinctively pulling you into his chest before he can even think about it. His arms wrap tightly around you, muscles flexing as he holds you closer. "Never that."
"Then why are you acting like this?" You ask quietly, "One minute you're like this, holding me. And the next you're so… distant."
The guilt's already eating him alive, hearing the hurt in your voice. Knowing he's the reason you've been feeling like this, all because he's been too scared to tell you how he really feels.
"Honestly," He lets out a shaky breath, mumbling softly in your hair. "I'm scared… so damn scared."
"Of what?" You ask, lashes fluttering up at him. "It's just me."
He laughs softly, "Just you?" His eyes flick to your lips—fuck, he just wants to kiss you. "You say that like it's any easier."
"C'mon, Yu." You lean up, pressing a reassuring kiss to his cheek.
His cheeks heat, "S-shit, you can't do stuff like that."
"Like what?" You ask, leaning in again, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek. "This?"
He's left a stuttering mess, "y-yes, that," and before you have the chance to tease him any further, he blurts, "I'm just scared of losing you."
"Losing me?" Your smile falters, "You'll never lose me, Yu."
"Just… promise after, we can go back to normal," he looks down at you with pleading eyes, as if he needs to hear you say it, needing to hear he can take it all back, that it wouldn't change anything between the two of you. "And you'll forget I said anything at all?"
"Promise," you say, offering your pinky.
He laces his pinky with yours, taking a deep breath as he squeezes his eyes shut like he's bracing for impact. "Fuck, I'm so nervous." He lets out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just… every time I look at you, all I can think about is how pretty you are," he cups your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing your cheeks, "what it would feel like to kiss you."
Slowly, he leans in, "it makes it really hard to think about anything else," he murmurs, stopping only inches from your face. "Truth is, I don't want to be your friend."
Yuji can't stop looking at your lips, and god, it doesn't help, it's been the only thing he's been able to think about for weeks—kissing you, holding you… touching you. And when you don't pull away, looking like you want to kiss him just as bad, he closes the distance.
"I want more with you." His lips brush over yours, "I want you."
Your pulse races as his lips press against yours, slow, almost timid, as he nips at your bottom lip, desperately wanting to know how you taste. And when your tongue slips past his, he can't help but stifle a moan into your mouth, letting himself get lost in you entirely.
"I love you," he murmurs against your lips.
When a moment passes, and you don't say anything back, he starts to pull away.
"I'm sorry if that's too soon-"
Your lips crash against his, hands threading through his pink hair as you pull him right back down to you, kissing him deeper because god, you need him to know you want him just as much. And if he had given you a moment, you'd tell him that a million times over.
"I love you too, Yu." You laugh softly, pulling away from the kiss. "You didn't even give me the chance to say it back."
He pouts, "You took so long, I thought you didn't feel the same."
Now you're full on giggling, "it was hardly even a second."
"And that's too long."
"You're just gonna have to learn how to be patient," you tease further, too caught up in how cute he looks when he's all pouty.
"That's impossible when I'm in love with such a pretty girl." his sudden rasp catches you off guard as he nips at your bottom lip. "Makes me not wanna be patient."
"Yuji-" Your breath catches as he trails kisses along your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin.
"Shh, baby…" The sudden petname has your knees feeling weak, "I need this- you… please."
You only manage a nod as he continues nipping at your skin, sucking purple marks until everyone knows you're his.
"I want everyone to know you're only mine," he trails his kisses back to your lips, stopping to admire how beautiful you look when you're all flustered and breathless.
"Only yours," you say back, between breaths.
"Promise?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Promise."
as always I appreciate all reblogs, comments, and likes <33
divider creds: @/pxrce-lain + @/uzmacchiato + fanart by @/syllysmot
dry texts megumi fushiguro sends when he misses you.ᐟ
Introduction - you’ve never known someone like megumi. in the beginning of your relationship, he was very hard to read, like a closed book. whenever you were apart, it felt like glue being stretched, getting thinner the farther you are. you always ended up missing him. but texting him made you overthink. you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. over time, you soon figured out his way of expressing his want, actually his need for your presence. it’s no longer secret that he is also tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue.
Coming back from a mission.ᐟ
the sun is already going below the horizon. ijichi had come to pick you up after the mission dragged on longer than it was supposed to. all you wanted to do was flop onto your bed waiting at your dorm. though it’s not the only thing anticipating your return. events from the battlefield overflow your head that’s resting against the car window. the weight of everything made your lids feel heavy. instead of fighting curses, you are now fighting to stay awake. yes, you could’ve just slept in the car, but right now you are still stuck in fight-or-flight mode. as tempting as it was you couldn’t risk being attacked again, especially in a vulnerable state. that is until your phone lights up, illuminating the darkness in the car. you lower down the brightness and that is when you see a text from your boyfriend. your heart does little flips seeing his name on the screen. his message reads…
[Megumi] “You back yet?”
a tired smile forms on your face. slightly more awake now than a few seconds ago.
[You] “not yet. i’m still like 20min away. do u miss me?? ;)”
[Megumi] “Mission went on longer than expected.”
[You] “don’t try dodging the question meg. admit you have me on your mind.”
[Megumi] . . .
he’s taking a little too long to form a text. you debate on whether you should tease him.
[Megumi] “Just, call me when you arrive.”
[You] “oki doki!”
the smile on your face since earlier has widened, now brighter than the stars, shining in the night sky. exhaustion replaced by excitement. knowing him, a medical kit and lecture will be ready.
Staying in your room all day.ᐟ
it’s already almost noon. you woke up a little late, but since it’s the weekend, you didn’t really mind. decided to just stay in bed a little longer, closing your eyes, imagining scenarios, scrolling on your phone, reading, etc. oh how productive you are. rest assured, you aren’t always like this. when you check the time it’s already past 2pm. oopsie, you forgot to eat breakfast, let alone lunch. in your mind, you’re thinking it’s too late, just wait until dinner. which feeds into your laziness of not wanting to getting up. half of your body is hanging off the bed, your arm swinging back and forth. one foot on the floor to keep you balanced. you were in the middle of rolling out of bed before you got lazy again. guilt was starting to eat at you for not doing anything. then a ding! from your phone made you forget the feeling. finally, you sit up to check your notifications with megumi’s being at the top.
[Megumi] “Eat.”
right, you guys usually eat together at the school cafeteria. sometimes other places, like your dorms. there are times you both don’t eat together, which is uncommon.
[You] “hi megu”
[You] how do u know if i ate already or not?”
[Megumi] “I don’t. Haven’t seen you.”
[You] “aww were you craving for me?”
[Megumi] “?”
[You] “what if i told u i already ate” (lies)
[Megumi] “Then eat more.”
[You] “i think u just want to see me”
[Megumi] “Are you coming or not?”
Jeez, so bossy. you thought.
[You] “finee i’ll get out of bed”
suddenly, you have a lot of energy and the need to kiss your stubborn boyfie to death. maybe not to death, but until he admits he felt lonely eating without you.
You aren’t in bed with him.ᐟ
almost past curfew and you’re still in the common room with nobara and yuji. earlier, megumi was around; he left an hour and a half ago. the duo will get the three of you in trouble if they don’t stop their bickering from getting louder than it is right now. you find it quite entertaining though, they are always making you giggle. somehow, you were caught in the crossfire when things got physical. yuji started using you as a shield against nobara, who was trying to pull his hair. there was too much pushing and pulling causing your phone to slip from your hand. it lands on yuji’s toe.. his grip on you loosens. quickly, he covered his mouth with a hand, yelps muffled. this resulted in him dragged by the hair, now on the wooden floor. you picked up your phone, inspecting it. a banner from megumi slipped into view.
[Megumi] “Come sleep.”
your eyes widened when you remembered the plan to sleep over at megumi’s dorm. (secretly)
[You] “must be cold without me”
[Megumi] “I’m going to lock the door.”
[You] “5 more minutes gumi??”
[Megumi] “Do you want to get caught?”
[You] “if it’s with you i don’t mind handsome”
[Megumi] “Don’t be stupid.” (his ears are pink)
[Megumi] “Come now, before Yuji heads back too.”
[You] “On my way!”
indeed, he was cold. megumi would never admit the hard time he had sleeping without you. reluctantly, your boyfriend let you be the big spoon since you kept on insisting.
Outside with his divine dogs.ᐟ
the weather outside was so nice. of course, you couldn’t pass up this opportunity to walk megumi’s divine dogs. although they aren’t actual pets, it’s still enjoyable. back when the two of you were still friends, it took a lot more begging and pleading for him to summon them. now he just sighs after one try, muttering under his breath. sometimes, kuro and shiro can get a little… rough. once, or probably a few times, they chased you, which ended in them tackling you to the ground. megumi doesn’t have to know about that, though. time flies by fast when you’re having fun. you’ve been out for over two hours now. you probably would’ve stayed a little longer if someone didn’t basically beg you to come back. you’re now lying on the grass courtyard. kuro and shiro are above you, breathing heavily as they examine you. feeling the ground vibrate, you grab your phone. fallen from your pocket.
[Megumi] “Bring the dogs inside.”
[You] “already??? do they have to go now? D:”
[Megumi] “It’s been long enough. They have training.”
[You] “if you need them can’t you just spawn them to your side?”
[Megumi] “It’s better if you bring them.”
[You] “why?”
[Megumi] “Stop asking, just do it.”
[You] “and you say i do too much”
[Megumi] “Hurry up.”
[You] “hehe so needy”
[Megumi] “Shut up.”
sigh, obviously it’s you that he wants back. not that you’re complaining. pretty sure some of his cursed energy has been drained, so he wouldn’t be training the demon dogs anyway. unfortunately, the minute you arrive, they will be dispelled.
ᯓ★ Bonus.ᐟ
“Megs! I’m leaving now” you call out.
megumi gets up from his spot on the edge of the bed. his tall frame is now before you.
“Stay out of trouble,” he reminds you.
“Psh- who do you think I am?”
“You, including Itadori and Kugisaki, are trouble.”
“Hmph, but I’m your favorite.”
a small smirk appears on his face. he’s not denying it.
you point at your right cheek, “Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me!”
a soft huff, his version of a laugh, escapes him. megumi leans down, he doesn’t kiss your cheek. instead you feel a light pressure on your lips. it catches you off guard. after he pulls away, you’re left a blushing mess.
“That’s cheating!”
he pinches your cheek out of cuteness aggression.
“Ouch,” you squeaked, holding your cheek.
“You’ll be late.”
you pout, “I guess I’ll leave now…”
before you fully walk out the door, you turn around and say, “I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!”
he waves goodbye, then the door shuts. soon afterward, you text him.
[You] “i think we are stuck by glue. i already feel a force pulling me back to you.”
megumi scoffs at that. he never thought he’d find you, but you're here, and so he loves you.
[Megumi] “You’re annoying.
[Megumi] . . .
[Megumi] Come back soon.”
you’re not wrong when you say, "I've been stuck by the glue onto you.”
he’s been stuck by glue. right onto you.
಄ notes: it’s the first of the month! sorry for those who thought this was a smau. i’m a bit worried about this. i cringe at the fact that the word “glue” is repeated like five times.
p.s. did you find all of beabadoobee’s lyric references in the story? :3
[ SYNOPSIS ] — You're a hopeless romantic dating Megumi Fushiguro, convinced he's too quiet and aloof for grand gestures, you never ask for the things you secretly want. But Megumi has been paying attention all along. w.c: 2.5k
[ PAIRING ] — bf!megumi fushiguro x hopeless romantic!reader
[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, no angst. art by: @/sa2men THIS FIC IS A REQUEST!
The moment you fell in love with Megumi Fushiguro, you made a quiet, private peace with the fact that he would never be the kind of boyfriend who showed up with flowers.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care. If anything, he cared more than anyone you’d ever known. He just showed it differently. He walked on the street side of the sidewalk without ever mentioning it. He remembered your coffee order, down to the half-sugar, and never got it wrong. When you were sick, he showed up with medicine and a bag of the specific crackers you could stomach, no fanfare, no fuss. He sat through movies he clearly didn’t enjoy because you wanted to see them, and he never complained, only glancing at you every so often to see if you were having a good time.
He was steady. That was the word for him. He was the quiet, constant presence that made everything feel more manageable. And you loved him for it. You really did.
But you also loved romance. The kind of romance that made your heart flutter in your chest, the kind that belonged in books and movies and the daydreams you indulged in when you were alone. You loved the idea of being surprised with something thoughtful just because someone had been thinking of you. A bouquet of your favorite flowers. A box of chocolates you’d mentioned wanting to try once, in passing. A handwritten note tucked somewhere you’d find it. Small things, really. Silly things, maybe. But they mattered to you in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
You’d never told Megumi any of this. It felt too vulnerable, too much like asking for something you weren’t sure he could give. What if you asked and he tried, and it was awkward and forced and you both ended up feeling worse? What if he thought it was frivolous, a waste of time and money? You’d rather have nothing than have something that made him uncomfortable.
So you kept that part of yourself tucked away. You watched your romance movies with your headphones on so he wouldn’t catch you sniffling over a love confession. You scrolled past flower shop displays without slowing down. When you saw couples on the street holding elaborate bouquets, you looked away and reminded yourself that your relationship was good, that it was solid, that you didn’t need that stuff.
And you didn’t need it. That was the thing. You wanted it, quietly and privately, but you didn’t need it. You could live without it. You’d been doing it for years.
• ───────────────── •
The first time you let something slip, it was an accident.
You were walking together through a neighborhood you didn’t visit often, on your way to a new café a coworker had recommended. It was a spring morning, sunny and cool, and you were in a good mood. Megumi walked beside you with his hands in his jacket pockets, quiet as usual, but that was comfortable. You’d learned to fill the silence when you wanted to, and to let it be when you didn’t.
You passed a small florist shop, the kind that spilled out onto the sidewalk with buckets of fresh-cut stems and greenery. The scent hit you before you even saw them—sweet and clean and a little bit heady. White lilies. Tall, elegant, their petals just beginning to open.
You made a small sound without meaning to. Something pleased.
Megumi glanced at you. “What?”
“Nothing. I just love lilies.” You gestured toward them as you walked, not breaking stride. “They smell amazing. My mom used to keep them in the house when I was a kid. I always said I’d have them everywhere when I grew up.”
He looked at the lilies, then back at you. “Why don’t you?”
“I don’t know. Seems impractical. They don’t last that long.” You shrugged. “Anyway, where’s this café supposed to be? I think we might have passed it.”
And that was it. The conversation moved on. You found the café, you ordered pastries, you argued lightly about whether the coffee was better than your usual spot. It was an ordinary morning, and you didn’t think about the lilies again.
Megumi did.
• ───────────────── •
The second time was a few weeks later, on a rainy evening after work.
You’d met up to grab dinner at a casual ramen shop, and afterward you were walking toward the station, huddled under the umbrella Megumi held. Your arm was linked through his, more for warmth than anything else, and you were in the middle of telling him about your day when you spotted it.
A chocolate shop. Not just any chocolate shop—La Maison du Chocolat, the one you’d read about in a magazine ages ago. The storefront was sleek and glowing, and through the window you could see rows of truffles in neat little lines, each one dusted or glazed or decorated like a tiny piece of art.
“Oh,” you said, pointing. “That’s the place. The really fancy one.”
Megumi followed your gaze. “Have you been?”
“No. It’s way too expensive.” You slowed down a little, just enough to get a better look at the window display. “But I’ve always been curious. They say the dark chocolate ones with the gold on top are incredible.”
He didn’t respond, but that wasn’t unusual. You kept walking, and after a moment you added, “Maybe one day. For a birthday or something.”
That was all. You didn’t stop. You didn’t stare. You just made a comment and moved on, because it wasn’t that serious. It was chocolate. It didn’t matter.
Megumi looked back once, through the rain, at the name above the door.
• ───────────────── •
The third time wasn’t about something you wanted. It was about something you felt.
You were at his apartment on a weekday evening, both of you doing your own things in the same room. Megumi was at his desk, typing something for work, and you were curled up on the couch with a book. It was a romance novel—the kind you’d normally hide or at least angle away from him—but you’d gotten too comfortable and forgotten to be self-conscious.
The scene you were reading was a love confession. The main character had written a letter. A short, simple, devastatingly earnest letter that laid out everything he’d noticed about the person he loved, all the little things he’d never said out loud. It wasn’t flowery. It wasn’t dramatic. It was just true.
You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear landed on the page.
You sniffled and wiped your face quickly, but Megumi had already turned around. He had this sixth sense for your moods, always had. He didn’t say anything, just watched you with a small furrow in his brow.
“I’m fine,” you said, before he could ask. “It’s just the book.”
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing bad. He just…” You searched for the right words. “He wrote her a letter. Telling her all the things he notices about her. The small things. And she didn’t know he was paying attention, but he was. The whole time.”
Megumi was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
He studied your face for a second longer, then turned back to his laptop. “Okay.”
You laughed a little, still blotting your eyes. “Sorry. I know it’s silly.”
“It’s not silly.”
He didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t push. You went back to your book, and he went back to his work, and the evening continued as it always did.
But Megumi had been paying attention. He was always paying attention. And what he’d noticed over the past several months was this: you never asked for anything. Not once. Not for flowers, not for chocolate, not for letters or grand gestures or any of the things you clearly loved. You consumed romance like it was a secret language, and you never, ever expected him to speak it.
He thought about that a lot.
And then he decided to do something about it.
• ───────────────── •
Today had been terrible, so terrible that it made you want to crawl into bed the second you got home. You’d had a long day—too many meetings, too many emails, too many tiny frustrations that added up into exhaustion. By the time you reached your apartment building, your shoulders were tight and your mind was foggy and all you wanted was to sit in silence for an hour.
You unlocked the door, stepped inside, and stopped.
Something smelled good. Floral. You couldn’t place it at first. Then you looked toward the kitchen and saw them.
White lilies. A whole bunch of them, arranged in a clear glass vase on the counter, their petals unfolding like they’d been waiting for you. They were beautiful. Simple and elegant and exactly the kind you’d pointed out weeks ago on a sunny Saturday morning.
Next to the vase was a box you recognized immediately. La Maison du Chocolat. Dark navy packaging, ivory ribbon. The exact one you’d looked at through a rainy window.
You didn’t move. You just stood in the doorway with your keys still in your hand, trying to process what you were seeing. Your brain felt slow, like it couldn’t catch up to your eyes.
Megumi was sitting on the couch, his laptop open on the coffee table. He glanced up when you came in, the same way he always did, like it was perfectly normal for there to be lilies and expensive chocolate on your kitchen counter on a random day.
“Hi,” he said.
You stared at him. Then at the flowers. Then back at him. “Did you…?”
He closed his laptop and stood. “You said you liked lilies. On the way to that café.” He walked over to where you were still frozen in the doorway. “And the chocolate place. You said you were curious about it.”
Your voice came out a little hoarse. “That was weeks ago.”
“Yeah.”
“I just mentioned it in passing. I didn’t think you’d—”
“I know.” He shrugged, just slightly. His ears were pink. “But you were so happy when you looked at them.”
You looked at the lilies again, then at the chocolate, and your throat tightened in a way that was both familiar and foreign. You’d felt this exact feeling a hundred times while reading books or watching movies, but never in real life. Never aimed at you.
“Megumi.” You swallowed hard. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know I didn’t have to.” He said it plainly, no self-deprecation, no false modesty. Just a fact. “I wanted to.”
You didn’t know what to say. Your mind was full of things—gratitude, surprise, something that felt dangerously close to tears—but none of it made it to your mouth.
Megumi reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was small, just a sheet torn from a notebook, the edges a little uneven. He held it out to you.
“I’m not good at this stuff,” he said. “But I wrote something.”
You took it with careful fingers. His handwriting was neat, a little cramped. The note was short.
I love you, I hope you like this. You deserve it all and more. -M
That was it. Three sentences. Not a grand declaration, not a poetic outpouring. Just a really quiet confession.
You read it three times anyway.
When you looked up, Megumi was watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite name. He looked almost uncertain, which was rare for him. Like he wasn’t sure if he’d done enough, or if he’d done it right, or if you even wanted this at all.
“Is it okay?” he asked.
You let out a breath that was half a laugh. “Is it okay? Megumi, this is more than okay.”
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. “Good.”
You stepped into his space and wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into the fabric of his sweater. He hugged you back without hesitation, one hand resting on your back, the other coming up to cradle the back of your head.
“Thank you,” you said, muffled against his chest.
His voice rumbled above you. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I know. But I want to.”
He didn’t argue. He just held you for a moment longer, and you let yourself be held, the scent of lilies filling the apartment around you.
When you finally pulled back, you were smiling.
“You really didn’t have to,” you said again. “I would’ve been fine without any of this.”
“I know you would have.” He met your eyes. “But you shouldn’t have to be.”
The words landed somewhere deep in your chest. You looked at him—at this boy who barely said those three words half the time, who hated attention, who never made a show of anything—and you understood, maybe for the first time, that he’d been paying attention all along, especially to the things you wanted but were too afraid to ask for.
“I didn’t think you were the type,” you admitted quietly. “For this kind of thing.”
“I’m not.” He said it without shame. “But I can try, if you want me to.”
You nodded, and there was something loosening in your chest, something you’d been holding onto for so long you’d forgotten it was there. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He glanced at the chocolate. “You want to try those? I’ve been waiting for you to get home for an hour.”
You laughed, real and genuine. “You could’ve started without me.”
“Didn’t want to.”
He opened the box with careful fingers and held it out to you. Inside, the chocolates were lined up in neat rows, each one glistening under the kitchen light. The dark chocolate one with the gold dust was right there in the corner, like he’d saved it for you on purpose.
You picked it up and bit into it. The chocolate was rich and smooth, not too sweet, with a faint bitter edge that lingered on your tongue. It was, without question, the best chocolate you’d ever eaten.
“This is absurd,” you said, your mouth still half-full. “It’s so good.”
Megumi watched you, and the corner of his mouth lifted—just a fraction, just enough that you noticed. “Good.”
You spent the rest of the evening on the couch, the box of chocolates between you and the lilies scenting the air. He ate a few of the chocolates, mostly the ones you handed him. You talked about your day, about his, about nothing in particular. It was just a casual day after all.
Except now there were lilies on the counter. A note in your pocket. And something quiet and steady settling in the space between you, something that felt a lot like being known.
Before bed, you put the lilies in the center of the table where you’d see them first thing in the morning. Megumi came up behind you while you were adjusting the vase, and he didn’t say anything. He just put his chin on your shoulder, a brief, light touch, and then went to brush his teeth.
You smiled at the flowers. You didn’t need the grand gestures, you never had. But it was nice to know that he saw that part of you, the secret romantic you’d kept hidden for so long, and didn’t think it was silly or too much or not worth the effort.
He’d noticed. He’d remembered. And in your eyes, that was its own kind of romance.
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Megumi noticed it slowly.
At first, it was just small things.
The way Yuta lingered around you longer than usual after missions. The way his usually tired eyes softened whenever you spoke. The way he listened to you so carefully—as if every word mattered.
And worst of all?
Yuta smiled around you.
Not fully. Not brightly. But enough. Enough for Megumi to notice.
Enough for Megumi to hate it.
“Fushiguro-kun~ are you listening?”
Megumi blinked, realizing Gojo had been talking to him for the past thirty seconds.
“…Yeah.”
“You’re glaring holes into Okkotsu.”
Across the training field, you and Yuta stood side by side, talking quietly while sharing a drink from the vending machine. Yuta said something under his breath, and you burst into laughter.
Then—there it was again.
That tiny smile.
Megumi’s eye twitched.
“Scary,” Gojo sang beside him. “You look like a jealous boyfriend.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Mmhm.”
Megumi looked away with a click of his tongue.
Except… he was jealous.
Painfully so.
Because it wasn’t just Yuta.
You were different around him too.
You touched Yuta’s sleeve casually when talking. You waited for him after missions. You even texted him more often lately—something Nobara happily exposed after accidentally seeing your phone light up.
Megumi hated how much he noticed.And he hated even more that he had no right to.
The two of you weren’t dating…
Not officially.
Still, every time Yuta stood too close to you, Megumi felt something ugly twist in his chest.
Especially now, when he watched you gently fix Yuta’s collar while scolding him for forgetting his jacket again.
Megumi stood up immediately.
“I’m leaving.”
Gojo blinked. “Class is still going...!”
“I said I’m leaving.”
Meanwhile, you looked up at the sudden sound of footsteps approaching.
Megumi stopped in front of the two of you with his usual unreadable expression. But you knew him well enough to notice the irritation hiding underneath.
“Gumi?” you asked softly, using that nickname that also makes his heart beats faster.
“Training’s starting again,” he said flatly, eyes locked onto Yuta for a second too long.
Yuta tilted his head slightly.
“…It starts in twenty minutes.”
Silence.
Megumi’s eye twitched again.
You stared at him.
Yuta stared at him.
Gojo, somewhere in the distance, was absolutely losing his mind.
“…Oh,” Megumi muttered stiffly.
Then he turned around to leave.
Only for you to grab his sleeve before he could escape.
“Megumi,” you laughed quietly, “are you jealous?”
His entire body froze.
“No.”
“You literally came over here to interrupt us.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t.”
Yuta watched the exchange silently before the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly.
That made Megumi feel even worse.
“Oh my god,” you gasped suddenly, realization hitting you. “Wait—Megumi, do you think Yuta likes me?”
Megumi avoided eye contact immediately.
“…Does he?”
You burst out laughing.
Actually laughing—so hard you had to hold onto his arm for balance.
Megumi frowned, now both annoyed and confused.
“What’s so funny?” Yuta finally sighed.“We’re cousins.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Megumi stopped breathing.
“…What?”
You wiped tears from your eyes while trying to calm down. “Yuta’s my cousin. I thought you knew.”
“I thought you knew,” Yuta added.
Megumi stared at both of you like his soul had just left his body. Gojo collapsed onto the ground somewhere behind him, laughing hysterically.
“You were jealous over FAMILY?!” Nobara yelled from across the yard.
Megumi looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. His face turned slightly pink—a rare, catastrophic sight.
“…I’m going home.”
Before he could walk away, you grabbed his sleeve again.
“But Gumi,” you teased softly, smiling up at him, “why were you jealous in the first place?”
He went completely still.
Yuta quietly walked away immediately. “Good luck, Fushiguro.”
Traitor.
Megumi looked down at you—at your amused smile, your warm eyes, your hand still holding onto him so naturally. And suddenly, he realized there was absolutely no escaping this conversation anymore.
“…You talk to him too much,” he muttered quietly. Your smile softened instantly. “Aw,” you teased. “So you were jealous.” Megumi clicked his tongue, looking away.
megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.
one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.
the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.
“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.
the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.
a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.
the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.
the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.
“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.
he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.
“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.
he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.
“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”
you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.
footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.
gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”
you curiously look up at him, “huh?”
“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”
you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”
when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.
gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.
he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.
i hope u guys like this idk i just randomly thought of it
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Warm streaks of sunlight warm your skin, filtering in through the windows of your dorm. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curled up on the bed with your cheek smushed against a pillow. You hate to admit it – but you miss Megumi already.
It had only been a day. You could probably go longer than him without breaking first, right? You weren’t that pathetic, or so you thought.
But maybe it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal, to just suck it up and apologise.
It was a stupid fight anyway, built on a flimsy premise yet turning into something pressing enough to argue about. You forgot to text Megumi that you were out late, he got pissed off and worried about you – and what started out as a lecture ended with you storming out and him refusing to say another word.
It happened late last night, snowballing into today. Neither of you even glanced at each other: through training, meals, even during a mission. You knew he was stubborn, and you were more than capable of reciprocating. You just didn’t expect aching sadness to accompany the anger.
Something blue twisted beneath your ribs at the thought of Megumi. It was almost embarrassing, the way you missed everything about him: his bratty glare, gentle kisses, how his soft hair flopped back down after you ran your hands through it. You’d do anything to feel him again.
You were kind of sorry for making him worry, all that was left was to go up to him and say it. You hated having to cave first, especially because you earnestly felt that you deserved an apology too – but somebody had to do it, you supposed. Sucking up your pride might be better than this relentless need.
Willing yourself out of bed, you slip on a hoodie and sneakers, haphazardly tying the laces as you hop to the door. You try to imagine how it would go: you go over to his dorm, apologise profusely, and then he begs for forgiveness too and laments about how much he missed you, right?
Wrong.
You open the door only to be met face-to-face with none other than Megumi – hair slightly ruffled, like he’d just been pulling at it. Downturned eyes more tired than usual when they finally lock onto yours.
You blink, surprised. He’d come over here to do the exact same thing, you realise, just with a little bit more thought put into it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers, clumsily wrapped, is clutched tightly in his hand. You feel your heart stir a little.
Megumi exhales, looking you over. He’s stoic as ever, but you swear you see a flicker of something else in his eyes. His gaze trails back up to yours.
“Are you gonna say anything?” He murmurs quietly.
You scrunch up your nose. “Me? Nope,” you huff, turning your face away and pretending like you weren’t about to go over and beg for his mercy. “You’re the one who came over here, you say something.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“Fine then, just leave.”
He says nothing.
Moments later, you hear his soft sigh – relenting and affectionate and all you needed to hear.
Megumi reaches out to take your chin, firm but gentle as he tries to tilt your face towards him. Brat, you think, refusing to budge.
He tuts. “Don’t be difficult. Look at me.”
“You haven’t even apologised yet,” you grumble, deciding to toy with him just a little bit more.
“I was going to apologise with a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “But if you don’t want it…”
You turn to face him with breakneck speed, body tingling with anticipation. Hours of no affection were driving you insane, and Megumi knew that. You look up at him with wide eyes, and his lips twitch with amusement. “Is that all you need?”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” you mutter, trying to sound casual.
He’s evil, but not that evil. Megumi obliges, leaning in to kiss you.
It’s exactly how you remembered, exactly how it was yesterday and all the days before it. Sweet, soothing, with a hint of urgency in the way his hand curls around your neck. There’s a quiet desperation in how he’s holding you too, regretful and guilty and sorry, though he’d never say it out loud.
Apology accepted, you think, as you melt into him.
You finally pull away for air, and Megumi can’t resist an extra peck to the side of your lips before straightening up. You giggle, lax in his arms as you idly play with the petals of the flowers.
Your contentment is disrupted when he opens his mouth to speak, lips slightly upturned.
“You were going to come over to apologise, weren’t you?”
You tilt your chin up defiantly, eyes blazing again. “Of course not, why would you even think that? I would never.”
“Liar.”
“No, you —“ you’re shut up with a press of his lips on yours again, teasing and knowing. He tilts your head back and you follow easily. Honestly, you don’t mind at all.
The King of Curses sat upon his throne, and yet you had no issue glaring up at him. As if it were your stare that could cleave. Your hands that could ignite his shrine into blitz and ember.
Bundled in a silk blanket and babbling up at you with eyes as ruby as her father's, your daughter chewed on her thumb. Blissfully oblivious to the tyrant from which she came.
Sukuna refused to hold her.
It was subtle, at first. When she was born, he claimed that it was vital for a baby to stay close to its mother. For warmth, food and comfort.
It had been four weeks, and your husband hadn't so much as grazed her tiny pinkie.
"Why?" You asked, anger blooming in your throat like the flowers he had planted in the gardens for you. He would sully his knees in the soil and his hands in the mud for your benefit, but couldn't bear to hold the life that he had created?
Sukuna's face was hard in a scowl. Each maroon eye glaring into your soul.
A beat of silence.
"I do not want to."
You flared, clinging your baby closer. "Are you ashamed? Ashamed of the life we created?"
"No, damnit woman—"
"Then why!?"
"Because I will mar her!"
The shrine shook as he shoved himself out of his throne. Standing now. It was at his full height that you recognised the being thousands feared. Four arms, two faces, and a stature that rose from hell.
His glare burned, but it wasn't anger. Face twisted in an emotion you hadn't seen enough from him.
"I will— hurt her. Is that what you want?"
Vulnerability.
Your daughter startled. Sniffling at the booming voice that rattled the floors. You watched her face squish and her lip quiver, before a broken, hiccuped sob filled the air.
His shoulders sunk. The fight seeping out of him. You watched his eyes swell with many things you'd never seen before.
Guilt, sadness.
Fear.
Rocking your startled baby, you held her close with soft shushes, but her sniffles soon turned into wails. Sukuna's stood frozen, sullen.
You understood, now.
Cradling the small girl, you stepped forward. Up the stairs to the platform of his throne. Even as he took a step back, you persisted.
"Sukuna. . ." You called to him. Soft in the way that only you were capable of being with him.
He almost flinched.
"This child, she's ours. Our daughter, made with love."
You stood right in front of him now. Taking in his wound up muscles and squared shoulders. Looking more like a deer ready to sprint than a father.
A father who feared that his hands were too rough, too evil, to nurture his own child.
"You won't hurt her. Because she's ours." Reaching forward, you held out the sobbing bundle. Watching his face and the several shades of uncertainty it turned.
You had never seen him so. . . frightened.
You pushed past his hesitancy, carefully placing your daughter into a set of his hulking arms. She was tiny compared to him. Seemed he was processing that too.
Aiding his position, you slipped one of your hands to tenderly hold him by the bicep as he, for the first time ever, held his daughter.
His breath was hitched. All of his eyes gaping at the small bundle in his arms. Watching her as if she were the most delicate piece of porcelain.
Your daughter's sobs stirred into sniffles, then hiccups, until. . . silence.
As big, ruby eyes stared up at her father. Taking him in. His face, his warmth.
And then, she beamed a toothless smile.
Sukuna tensed. A shaky breath hitching.
"She's— she's smiling. Why is she smiling?"
He quickly looked to you. Brows pinched. Looking lost, looking scared.
You offered him a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Because she knows that her father loves her." Tickling her neck, you hummed as she squirmed a bit and giggled, pressing more into him.
He instinctively held her closer. Eyes unblinking.
You watched as Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses, melted. His heart swelling as he stared at his daughter. Even bringing one of his fingers closer to her, so that she could grab at it. Hugging around it with that big, bring smile.
His mouth quirked at the corner. Faint, but tender.
"Yeah. . ." He whispered, voice thick with emotion. Centuries worth of affection for his child, his daughter.
"Your father loves you. More than anything. More than life."