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The sun, a gentle warmth unlike any felt in the human world, bathed the endless fields of vermilion spider lilies. Each petal seemed to hold a spark of its own, reflecting the light in a dazzling display. A gentle breeze rustled through the blossoms, carrying the sweet scent of nectar and the faint echo of distant laughter. Rengoku, his fiery hair catching the sunlight like a halo, sat beside you, a peaceful smile gracing his features. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble, filled with a warmth that resonated deep within your soul.

"It is," you replied, leaning into his touch. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this tranquil paradise. The both of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The air hummed with an unspoken understanding, a connection forged in a life that felt both distant and intimately close. He plucked a spider lily, its vibrant color a stark contrast against his dark haori. Tucking it behind your ear, he chuckled, the sound as bright and warm as the sun itself. "This suits you," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

it was a cool spring day you and Suguru were walking on a street, enjoying the cool breeze. You had noticed him stopping in the middle of the walk for a sec. He then reveals a thin, neatly rolled joint.

“Wanna hit?” He asked you, passing the joint in your direction.

You took the joint willingly, not caring much about the implications or potential consequences. Suguru was it always a risk taker, and you were never exactly known for being the most cautious person either…

You took a long drag from the joint, the harsh smoke burning in your lungs. You could feel the effects instantly, the light buzz spreading throughout your body.

Suguru a hit himself and grinned at you, his eyes starting to get red and bloodshot. He seems so carefree, completely unbothered by the fact that you two were about to be stoned off your asses in the middle of the day.

As the buzz took control of your mind, all of your worries and anxieties melted away. It was such a nice distraction from the usual stress, and the two of you were having fun… or at least it felt that way. It made Suguru surprisingly chatty, and he kept babbling on about all sorts of random topics.

You listen to him, enjoying the simple fun and the pleasant atmosphere. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you two were just chilling and smoking. It was simple, harmless pleasure, and you were enjoying every second of it.

That’s when Suguru suggested that you two should go back to the dorms to which you agreed happily. It seems like a logical next step in the day, and the change of venue was exactly what you needed. You followed him back to his dorm, which soon became flooded by the distinctive scent of Suguru’s weed stash.

as you stepped inside his room, the aroma grew almost too overwhelming for a second. He closed the door behind you when he sat down on his bed, offering you a spot next to him. He took a hit of his joint, looking at you with a satisfied smile on his face .

The two of you sat next to each other, the thick smoke filling the air as he took another hit. The effects of it we’re hitting both of you pretty hard at this point as he leans into you slowly, his face only inches away from yours.

As a two of you were caught up in your feelings, and the moment- Suguru’s lips finally connected with yours in a slow, soft kiss. It felt so right, along the weighted moment that finally came to fruition.

Gojo

As you sat in front of the mirror, armed with a marker and a mischievous grin, you couldn’t help a giggle at your own weird humor. Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, was on his way back home, and you had a little surprise in store for him. With swift strokes, you drew a comically, elaborate beard, with twirl mustache, and admired your handiwork.

Moments later, the door swung open, and in walked your boyfriend, completely oblivious to the transformation you had just undergone. You suppressed your laughter and did your best act nonchalant, innocently rearranging some papers on the table. As he entered the room, his eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion and his gaze.

“What’s up babe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious behavior. Trying to play it cool, you turn to him with an innocent smile.

”Oh hey! You’re back already? How was your day?” You asked, trying to maintain a poker face while a fake beard was mercilessly plastered against your face.

His eyes widened as he took in the site, clearly struggling to contain his laughter. He cleared his throat and composed himself before replying, his voice teasingly serious.

”Um, it was alright, but I don’t remember you having some facial hair before I left. Did you discover a hidden talent while I was out?”

You struggle contain your laughter as well, playing along with this quip. “Oh this?” You stroke your beard a little. “Well I uh…it’s in the genes. What you don’t like it?” You tease.

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Well I must say that’s some impressive “genes” you’ve got there.”

Both if you burst into laughter before you had scurried off to scrub the beard raw. After all you did have work in the morning.

Nanamin

You have been dating for a few months now and he has always been very serious and focused on his duties as a sorcerer. You hope this little joke will help him lighten up and show a more playful side.

When Nanami finally arrives, he is dressed in his traditional jujutsu sorcerer attire, his expression stoic and determined. He barely acknowledges you as he greets you and goes to take off his shoes.

You stand in front of him, proudly displaying your drawn-on beard, waiting for his reaction. However, Nanami's expression remains unchanged as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

'What is that?' he asks.

You dramatically stroke your drawn-on beard and pose confidently.

'It's my new beard! Do you like it?' you ask, trying to hold back a smile.

Nanami's expression softens slightly as he tries to hold back a small smile of his own.

'It's...interesting,' he responds, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

'Don't you think it suits me?' you tease.

Nanami looks at you, a softness in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you.

'You always look beautiful to me, with or without a beard,' he says, making your heart skip a beat.

You chuckle and playfully swat his arm.

'Cheesy, but I'll take it,' you say, grinning.

Nanami smiles and pulls you closer, his serious facade melting away as he enjoys this playful moment with you.

'I suppose I can lighten up a little,' he admits, causing you to laugh and pull him into a hug.

You spend the evening together, enjoying each other's company and your little joke. And even though Nanami may still be serious and focused on his duties as a sorcerer, you know that he also has a playful side that you will always cherish.

Choso

As you finish drawing on the fake beard, you can't help but stifle a giggle. Your boyfriend, Choso, is always poking fun at your little quirks, and today, you're going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

With the beard securely in place, you walk out to the living room to greet Choso. He's sitting on the couch, flipping through a book with his usual bored expression. You hold back a laugh as you try to maintain a serious face.

'Hey, babe. What's up?' you say in your best serious voice.

Choso looks up at you, taking in your 'bearded' face. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a suspicious look.

'What's going on with your face?' he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You immediately drop the act, bursting into a fit of laughter.

'I couldn't resist!' you say, finally removing the fake beard.

Choso shakes his head, a small grin playing on his lips.

'You are something else,' he says, a hint of affection in his tone.

You both collapse onto the couch, laughing and joking around like the silly couple you are.

As the laughter dies down, Choso pulls you in for a kiss.

'I love that you keep me on my toes,' he says, his eyes full of love.

Tears float continuously down your face. On the bed, you shared with Gojo, lying on your side. He was busy at work, so luckily, he wouldn’t find you in such a state of despair.

It wasn’t quite clear what had sent you off entirely. The day was perfectly fine. Fulfilling the daily schedule is always and then you found yourself sobbing uncontrollably. It was so random. Maybe a depressive episode.

You lay on your side, pathetically, crying your head started to pound and the tiredness took hold. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

Gojo POV

He came home in the house was severely quiet. Usually you’d be in the kitchen cooking something up or watching TV.

His feet led him to your shared bedroom, where he found your state of being. The soft rise and fall of your chest indicated you were in deep sleep. A smile warmed his face, and he laid next to you. Stroking your hair here and there.

This woke you up, and you sleepily turned over to meet his loving gaze. However, he saw your bloodshot eyes and wet lashes.

Gojo didn’t know how to take this as he rarely ever saw you this distressed. His hand met your face, stroking it softly. You shifted to bury face into his chest. He cradled you and soon the both of you fell asleep together.

Reader POV

waking up with a start, you felt the warm wetness of sweat on your back and neck. As you pulled away from your boyfriend’s chest, your skin felt sticky. He was still asleep, mouth slightly open.

You wondered what you did to deserve such a sweet and loving guy in your life. How could he just come home, not say a word, and know exactly what happened. Not only that, but he just took a nap with you.

Ping your lips as you wonder this, he slowly awakens. His eyes flutter open, and you see the light baby blue eyes. The both of you just stare at each other for a hot second.

“Good morning beautiful.” he says, in a husky voice that shoots electricity through you.

“It’s still nighttime, toru.” You say weekly. Another wave of sadness washed over you.

How can I still feel this depressed?

He pulls you back into his chest. Wrapping his big hands around your waist like some teddy bear. Your hands travel to his back. He was also sweaty.

“We’re both sweaty.” you’re a muffled voices into his chest. He chuckles.

“It’s because you’re so hot.” he replies.

You couldn’t help it, the tears came again. He solved uncontrollably into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper between sobs.

“Shhh. Is ok. I got you.” He says reassuringly, massaging your back softly.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You cut through a back alley to get to the theater. The demon you were secretly stalking apparently is lurking around the theater, as told by your crow. Which ended up being a mistake. Halfway down it, you encounter three demons. They all looked premature and weak. Probably turned within the past 48 hrs. It’s no wonder they’re traveling as a pack.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Says the tallest of the two.

“Really?” You say, disgusted, “What do we have here? Is that your best line? If you’re going to attack a defenseless girl in an alley, at least try not to be cliché about it.”

Your attitude has the desired effect. It catches them off guard and makes the leader — the prime douche, if there ever was one, to take a step back. You make a move to push past (in hopes to reserve as much energy and time), but the chubby one, fat enough to block your way, eclipses your view of the end of the alley. Dammit.

“Ryoto don’t like uppity sluts,” says Prime Douche. He smiles, showing his jagged canines, the ones that were meant to mercifully tear into flesh. The fat one, who most be Ryoto, frowns and solidifies his fist, which allows some stressed veins on his arm to pop out. “That’s right.” He says. For fucks sake. Now I’m going to miss the demon whom I really need to kill for these dumbasses. You think. They shouldn’t be much work. The third one lingers, saying nothing, looking a little nauseous. None of them have recognized your uniform yet.

“Let’s not get on the wrong foot now,” Prime Douche says. “It won’t hurt as much as you think.” “Yeah.” Says Ryoto. “We’ll snap your neck first to make it end quickly.” Sleaze number three snickers at that and moves forward joining the other two assholes. Prime Douche, takes an overconfident step toward you, hands ready to snap your neck like a twig.

You look dead in the eyes. “ Touch any part of me, and I’ll kill all of you in a blink of an eye.”

You know that demons, like Prime Douche, have more confidence than brain, will take that as a dare — which he does. He grabs your wrist — then braces himself for whatever you throw their way.

You smile at him, lift your foot, and jam your heel into Ryoto‘s knee instead. Ryoto‘s kneecap breaks with an audible crunch, and he goes down. Screaming and writhing of the sorts. It’s enough to shock the leader into loosening his grip. You twist free, and elbow him in the nose. You’re not sure if it’s broken but it’s gushing blood nonetheless.

“YOU THTINKING BITH!” He yells. Ryoto is in such agony, he can only wail wordlessly. Killing them off with your bare hands, requires more time and energy, so you opted for your sword. Effortlessly making quick work of the two.

Number three takes this as his queue to leave, running off down the alley, knowing he’ll be next, if he doesn’t. You decide to let him go. Maybe he’ll rethink his left decisions. Petty relief for traumatizing the demons for once. 1 point for team slayer, only Muzan left to defeat.

A burst of colorful words flew out of your mouth as the sun was setting. Still in your training attire, mud on your face (don’t ask), and smelling atrocious. You were already supposed to be at Rengoku’s place eating, but god forbid you would actually remember. A million thoughts racing through your head as you hurriedly wash up and get into a somewhat nice kimono. No you weren’t going to do makeup because by then you’d be an hour late. It was pretty much dark outside once you set foot outside your room. “Shit, shit, shit.” You mutter to yourself, keeping a low profile. The embarrassment of being deemed as a late person would actually crush you. You were always on time, always. Once reaching his room, you had already practiced your apology a million times. “Okay, here goes nothing.” You knock on his door once and before getting another one in, the door flung open. “Y/n! So glad you could make it!” He says practically yelling at you. “So sorry that I was late! Training all day.” You explain entering his room. “ No need to apologize, I didn’t get back here until about 5 minutes ago!”

Relief washed over you. The fact that he was also late made you feel like 10x less crappier. He went and grabbed something off the table while you hesitated by the door. His kimono was a simple red color and wore black sandals. “You look quite beautiful, Y/n.” Rengoku sincerely says looking you up and down. You could’ve swore he licked his lips, but maybe it was because he was hungry after all. Nonetheless, the compliment made you blush. “Thank you, same to you dear friend.” The last part slips out of your mouth before it could be retrieved. Dear friend?! Oh great now he’s going to think that I only see him as a friend. But he seems to not show any emotion other than that infectious smile. He gestures for the both of you to step outside. “You wouldn’t mind going into town to dine?” “Oh that sounds lovely.”

Before you knew it, the both of you set off. Of course with Rengoku doing most of the talking.

After walking for a good while, a nice quaint town appeared before you. The warm lights were comforting. The brick structures were strategically placed, but also suffocating each other as each shop turned into another with a blink of an eye. Soon enough, the noodle hut that the flame pillar had been raving about for the past 15 minutes, was right in front of you. It seemed a little busy but not bustling. Upon entering the restaurant, the smell of mixed spices and fresh homemade noodles hit your keen nose. Both you and Rengoku’s stomach rumbled. The two of you shared a quick glance and smiled at your stomachs growling in unison. Before you knew it, you guys were sitting at a table, facing each other. Now you could truly bask in the beauty of the flame pillar. Now getting comfortable, you start the conversation off. “This is such a nice place, Rengoku! How did you come across it?” “Well I was walking back from a mission and came across this place. I had ordered three bowls of Katsudon and some baked yams.” He answered, now looking at the menu. You laugh in consideration of his big appetite. A few minutes later, a waitress takes your drink and food orders. You had to admit, the smell of the restaurant was making you ravenous. “Gosh, if they take any longer I might be the one ordering 3 bowls of katsudon and a baked yam!” You say giggling. Rengoku chuckles, sipping his water. Soon enough the food arrived. Without hesitation you dug in. But what surprised you was that Rengoku was saying “UMAI!” As loud as possible after every bite. Some people started to look and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. On the other hand, you were too shy to say anything to him. So there you were, eating silently as your friend shouted every 5 seconds. After awhile, the people got used to it and returned to their evening.

(After dinner).

Now that your bellies were full and walking back, you found yourself a bit tired. You couldn’t help but yawn every few minutes. Eyes watering and everything. God this was painful. Then out of nowhere you feel sturdy arms grab you from beneath and find yourself being carried bridal style by Kyojuro Rengoku himself. A squeal of surprise left you. Rengoku laughed, his breath smelled faintly of bone broth. You giggle as his hot breath tickles your face. Man, this was pretty romantic. Even if his breath kind of stunk. “Rengoku…I have a question for you.” He focused intently on you. “Have you ever kissed somebody?” You ask, a smirk playing on your lips. Even in the dim light of the forest, you could see an apparently blush on his face. “I-uh…No. Have you?” He answers, looking away. “Me neither.” For a bit, all you could hear were the crickets. Then a small voice broke the silence. “Do you want to…?” He offered. You nod your head in response. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. Rengoku closed the gap between the two of you and your lips connected. (Now you could really taste the bone broth pfft-)