cici

cici ^ 18 offically ^ she/her i don’t care if ur contagious id kiss u even if u were dead

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the main room was loud enough to shake the walls. somebody had music going in the background that nobody was actually listening to because the men inside were louder than the speakers, boots on the coffee table, beers in their hands, every second sentence ending in a swear it reeked of men. disgusting.

“go on then,” satoru barked with a grin that was all teeth, shoving choso’s shoulder. “say that shit one more time and i’ll put you through the fuckin’ wall.” it was boyish jokes per usual but satoru always needed to be the best.

choso barely looked up from where he sat, rolling a joint in his hands. “yeah alright, buddy.”

“buddy?” satoru laughed, stepping forward again with his chest puffed out. “i’ll drop you before you even finish that sentence.”

“try it.” choso mumbled dropping his joint onto the table

“gladly.”

their shoulders bumped harder this time, both of them pushing at each other’s chests with stupid cocky smirks that made it obvious neither of them was actually angry. they’d done this dance a hundred times before, throwing threats around like greetings while everyone else either laughed or rolled their eyes because of how dumb they looked

toji leaned back into the couch, shaking his head. “you two gonna kiss already or what? all this chest touching’s getting a bit romantic.”

“fuck off,” satoru shot back instantly without even looking at him. “he wishes.”

you stood quietly in the doorway for a second fingers curled around the strap of your purse satoru had gotten for you.

walking into a room packed full of loud, overconfident men always felt a little intimidating no matter how many times you’d done it, especially when they were all built like they enjoyed solving arguments with their fists. your heels clicked softly against the floor as you took a breath and started walking anyway, your hair perfectly done, outfit neat, only looking for one person in the entire room.

satoru was halfway through pointing at choso again voice low and rough with that stupidly arrogant confidence he carried everywhere. “nah because seriously, i’d fold your ass in like ten seconds. don’t even make me prove it because you’ll end up crying in front of everyone.”

his head turned for the briefest second

everything changed.

it was almost funny how violently the switch flipped. the smug grin disappeared into something softer, his eyebrows lifting as recognition spread across his face his entire expression brightening like somebody had flicked on every light in the room. all that deep, cocky bravado vanished so fast it gave half the room whiplash

not like this wasn’t a daily mood shift for satoru though.

“…oh.”

toji sighed before throwing both hands into the air. “here he goes.”

“baby.”

his voice climbed nearly an octave without him even noticing, the roughness melting into something embarrassingly gentle as he walked straight past choso like the argument had never existed. “look at you.”

the rest of the room may as well have stopped existing

he reached you in a couple of quick steps, both hands immediately coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin while he stared at you like you’d just personally invented happiness.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. “what the hell? c’mere, look at you. you’re actually so fuckin’ pretty.”

his eyes travelled over your outfit before landing back on your face with the same lovesick grin. “did you do your hair? yeah you did. i knew it. you look gorgeous.”

you nodded a little smiling back at him

“…did you walk all the way here?”

another small nod and his mouth dropped open dramatically he practically had sparkles in his eyes right now

“you walked all the way here… to come get me?”

when you nodded again he let out the loudest, most proud gasp imaginable before wrapping both arms around you, pulling you against his chest without a second thought completely swallowing you with his body.

you couldn’t even hug him back, his arms literally sealed your two shut.

“baby.” he squeezed you tighter. “i’m so proud of you.”

a quiet laugh escaped you into his hoodie, even though you loved the attention he was a little odd

“no seriously.” he rubbed your back like you deserved a medal. “that’s my girl. walked all the way here just to get me? that’s so cute. you came all this way for me.”

behind him, choso looked at toji with the flattest expression imaginable.

“…wasn’t he just threatening to cave my skull in?”

toji took another drink

“yeah.” he nodded once. “give it thirty seconds and he’ll start asking if she wants uppies.”

the date had honestly been going pretty well, which surprised satoru more than anybody.

usually they were awkward for reasons that had nothing to do with either of you. he was funny without trying, you laughed at all the dumb shit that came out of his mouth, and somehow hours had disappeared into wandering tokyo with absolutely nowhere specific to be. he’d bought you some stupid little keychain from a street stall because it reminded him of something you’d mentioned three weeks ago, pretending it wasn’t a big deal while secretly watching your face the second you smiled.

that smile was becoming a problem for the strongest

because every single time he managed to earn it, somebody standing three metres behind him found a way to take it away again.

“there’s this place just around the corner.”

you pointed further down the street, your eyes lighting up almost immediately.

“my friend went there last week and said it’s actually insane. apparently they’ve got this stupid spicy ramen challenge where nobody’s finished it yet.” your voice was so bright, pretty smile across your soft lips

satoru didn’t even think, he was so head over heels he’d buy you the world if you asked.

“shit, seriously? let’s go.”

he’d already started walking before he even realised .. buuuttt .. behind him came the familiar clearing of someone’s throat.

“satoru.”

his shoulders stiffened, ohhh fuck no not again.

“you are not permitted to dine inside public establishments during operating hours.”

he didn’t even turn around.

“…you’re kidding.”

“those are your instructions.”

he shut his eyes for a second, because he already knew what came next

“…oh.” your voice came out quieter this time, a little weakened but you really didn’t want that to kill the vibe.

“that’s okay!” you smiled anyway, an actual smile instead of some half ass bullshit to make him feel better about continuing to ruin the date.

“we can do something else.”

satoru stared at you for a second longer than he should’ve.

“…yeah.”

“something else.”

he kept walking with a flat face whilst you matched his pace beside him without another complaint, already changing the subject onto something completely different like it genuinely didn’t bother you.

he hated it so much .. you were learning to expect disappointment whenever you were with him.

“so anyway.”

you nudged his shoulder lightly, snapping him out of his trance completely lost in the rage under his skin.

“you’d definitely lose that challenge.”

“…the hell?” his smile slowly came back, it was magnetic how your own smile could light his up in seconds

“i’m literally the strongest.”

“that doesn’t stop chilli.”

he scoffed loudly he was still an obnoxious teenager regardless.

“nah, i’d win.”

your laugh came back, thank fuck

he’d spend every cursed yen in the gojo estate if it meant hearing that laugh another hundred times

the afternoon drifted by easier after that. neither of you really had anywhere to be, so the conversation bounced from music to teachers you couldn’t stand to the weirdest rumours floating around jujutsu high. he caught himself staring more than actually listening sometimes, mostly because your face did this thing whenever you got excited where your hands started moving before your words did.

he wondered if you knew you did that

he hoped you never stopped

eventually you reached one of the quieter streets where the crowds had finally thinned out. sunlight bounced off the shop windows while you doubled over laughing at another one of his stupid stories, one hand grabbing his sleeve to steady yourself.

“you’re actually so full of shit.”

“nope definitely not.” he was smiling so big it was almost dorky

“swear that’s exactly what happened.” he continued

“you’re making this up.”

“would i lie t’you?” his voice was lower, like honey in your ear making your voice fall flat giving him no response but a light blush which eventually led to a breathy laugh from him at how flustered you were.

without really thinking about it, his hand found your waist, his thumb rested against your side while he looked down at you still smiling up at him, and for a second everything else around him disappeared.

“…wait.”

you suddenly reached for your phone

“hold still.”

he tilted his head.

“why?”

“because i want a photo.”

you were already opening the camera

“our first proper picture together.”

his stupid heart nearly punched through his ribs, trying to do some breathing exercises lightly so he wasn’t blushing too hard

“come here.”

he leaned down automatically considering the height difference annnd before the camera even opened—

“satoru.”

he froze. ohnononono..

“physical affection with civilians is prohibited in public.”

silence.

“photographs containing your likeness are also prohibited from being distributed through social media.”

your hand slowly lowered.

“…riggghhtt..” you said softly, eyes closing like this wasn’t really happening.

the excitement disappeared so quietly it almost would’ve been impossible to notice.

almost.

satoru noticed everything, and could already feel you trying to subtly reassure him it was okay.

“forget it.”

you slipped your phone back into your pocket

“it’s honestly not a big deal.” your smile was back trying to reassure him.

it absolutely was to satoru gojo?

he let his hand fall away from your waist, fingers curling into his palm hard enough that his nails dug into skin.

his teeth ground together, he didn’t even bother hiding it anymore.

every fucking time.

every single fucking time.

he could practically feel you pulling away from him without taking a single step. not because you were angry, because you weren’t. if anything you were trying too hard to make things easy for him, brushing everything off with those tiny smiles and little “it’s okay”s that only made him feel worse.

he’d rather you yell at him.

at least then he could blame himself

instead you just kept understanding him

he hated it

by the time noon rolled around, the atmosphere had settled into something quieter. not awkward exactly, but lighter conversations had replaced the excited ones from earlier, both of you pretending nothing had happened.

“satoru?”

he looked up, recognising the voice immediately

walking toward you both was suguru, one hand lazily holding the lead of a ridiculously fluffy white dog happily sniffing every tree it passed.

“no way.”

suguru laughed.

“didn’t think i’d actually run into you.”

“yeah, well.”

satoru shoved his hands into his pockets, still kinda bummed at how shit this date had been

“guess you’re lucky.”

sugurus eyes rolled, typical. “sure.”

suguru’s eyes drifted toward you before smiling warmly.

“hey.”

the dog immediately wandered over, tail wagging as it nudged against your leg.

“…oh my god.”

you crouched almost instantly, smiling brightly

“hi prettyyy!”

the dog rolled straight onto its back, whining lowly with his tongue hanging out its mouth

satoru watched the whole interaction with a grin he couldn’t hide, seeing you smile at literally anything had become embarrassingly addictive.

conversation came naturally after that. suguru slipped into step beside the two of you, talking about school, complaining about assignments, letting the dog wander wherever it wanted while the three of you laughed over the dumbest things imaginable.

“actually.”

suguru snapped his fingers, his eyes met yours instead of satorus, being one of his close friends he already knew satoru wasn’t allowed to eat at restaurants..

“i’m heading to that ramen place tonight.”

your head lifted immediately

“…seriously?”

“yeah.”

he shrugged

“couple people pulled out, so i’ve got room if you wanted t’come.”

your whole face lit up again

“i’ve literally wanted to go there forever.”

“then come.”

he smiled, warm .. too warm for satorus liking.

“might as well.”

before another word could leave your mouth satoru felt the disgusting feeling of jealousy take over his mouth

“nah.”

both of you looked at satoru, he was smiling way too hard.

“she cant..”

he wrapped an arm loosely around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“already made plans..”

you blinked, more then confused at this statement.

“…we have?”

“yep.” he answered without missing a beat.

“thought i’d surprise you.”

“…really?”

“tomorrow” he nodded once, eyes having to drag themselves away from your smile

“proper date at that ramen place, just us..”

his grin softened, oh he was getting real bold.

“and tonight you’re coming back t’the estate.”

your eyes widened- the gojo estate? that whole place was worth more then some people’s networths?!

“…seriously?” your face was a mix of shock and excitement. he drank in every single emotion

“mhm.” he hummed lowly, literally zoning out looking at you.

“holy shit.”

your smile came back so fast it almost made him dizzy

suguru looked between the two of you with a fatass grin he couldn’t bite down because he knew, he knew that plan hadn’t existed ten seconds ago. thank god you were oblivious

“guess i’ll have t’find somebody else then.”

while suguru kept talking to you about another restaurant nearby, your conversation drowning out, satoru slowly turned away.

the bodyguard had already stepped closer, he didn’t raise his voice, his words were barely above a whisper he didn’t need you hearing this.

“don’t.”

the bodyguard stayed silent

“don’t you dare.”

his jaw tightened.

“you’ve spent this whole fucking day getting in my way.”

still nothing.

“you say one word.”

his blue eyes never left the man standing in front of him.

“one fucking word about another rule, another restriction, another reason why i can’t take the girl i’m into on one normal date…”

he leaned in slightly

“…and we’re gonna have a serious problem.”

behind him, your laughter mixed with suguru’s carried through the afternoon air completely unaware of the conversation happening only a few steps away

he was seventeen. stupidly, hopelessly in love for what was probably the first real time in his life, and every adult around him seemed determined to treat that like another liability instead of letting him be a teenager.

because at the end of the day, satoru gojo had never been particularly good at listening when somebody told him “no.” and if they seriously thought one bodyguard was enough to stop him from getting to your heart, they were about to find out exactly why he was such a pain in the ass.

BYEEE idk what kdrama this is from but i saw it on reels and bounced on the idea. this is just so cute. first upload in like two weeks oml

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okay everyone i swear there is a part two IDEA i just need to write it .. LMAO

it might take me a while but now that i know people actually want part two i may start tonight

ur sign to not listen to ur friend and put two tablespoons of salt into your water. no this was not a suicide attempt i deadass thought it was healthy

Katsuki envies reader but at the same time also has them as a motivation to be better, tho with Katsuki being Katsuki, at first reduces them to the “perfect role model princess” and I think of how their relationship blossoming when he notices reader self sabotaging and pushing way too hard after losing to him, mainly bc they don’t want to look disappointing in front of others due to feeling pressured by social expectations

Idk if it makes sense but I love expanding on this idea! Ik it came across more as one sided rivals to lovers but what drew Katsuki to reader is how he wants to be the one who lets them be themselves at their own pace instead of looking good in front of others and reader’s drawn to him with how his bluntness help them train harder

ok so he notices this i’m going to expect he confronts them about pushing themselves too hard and that’s how the relationship starts

if that’s the vibe we’re going for when he does confront them do we want defensive or like they appreciate him cause personally i think i can make it work if they get defensive at first because of the image they put up for themselves and then he lets them know that it’s chill and lalalal whatever whatever

i mean it’d work cause u said they get pissed when provoked so i fw this deeply

so we want

he’s deep down motivated/inspired by them for being so humble but also so strong and powerful but he sums them down to like too good, doing too much blah blah blah

they train and do whatever and he beats their ass and whatever but we’re having it fair game ok guys they will beat him up too ok yayayay but he will stomp on them. makin that clear he wins.

then they start training more, harder yadaadda and he notices because he’s always just overanalysing but lwk deep down he cares he just doesn’t know that he cares

then he subtly confronts them about it, they get defensive he tells them it’s whatever then they chit chat shit gets deep THEN how do we want it to end chat? mwah mwah? date? boring ass ending? cause i’m not doing a part 2 pls help? help me now omg?

you’d seen the trend all over tiktok, girls asking their usually muscular boyfriends to try and crack an egg with their bicep and you thought who better to ask then the embodiment of competitiveness, going into it you expected he’d crack the egg i mean naturally who expects any less of bakugo.

so you walked into the kitchen where he stood, sunlight seeping through the windows and casting over his face that was scrunched in concentration, his hands were occupied very precisely cutting vegetables. no real reason for all the precision but he was a perfectionist so

“hey babyyy..” your voice was like a reaction for his eyes to flicker up meeting your face within a second beneath those less tense brows, unfortunately he was too good at reading you and his face pulled in a little bit immediately.

“hello.. whaddya want now.” he huffed to himself, skeptical with a drop of dryness covering his tone his hands continuing to work as you moved closer, your eyes skimming the surface of the counter and ironically he had eggs out for whatever dish he was preparing for dinner. you picked one up watching in real time as his eyes darted from the egg to you, hands slowing down like he was waiting for you to throw it at him.

“do you think you could crack an egg with your bicep?” the tilt of your head met his gaze, head shaking in disbelief at your odd question. “i don’t usually think about cracking eggs with my biceps, it’s not very efficient.” he murmured lowly to himself like the dork he was. “but yeah, probably could.” he said out with a breath eyes shifting to you as you held the egg out towards him.

“go on then.” you smiled, no one could deny he was a cocky shit even when it came to eggs, he still looked at you in subtle disbelief but took the egg anyways, lifting his arm up and placing the egg between forearm and slowly bulging bicep. “what like that?” his head turned to you for confirmation, watching as you nodded his bicep grew, growing from a relaxed line into a rounded peak that strained against the sleeve wrapped around it.

the egg disappeared beneath his muscle but still didn’t crack. you had to hold back your laughter between your teeth and bottom lip watching his cheeks turn a tinge of red from his hard he was flexing. “what the fuck—? did you fuckin freeze it or some shit?!” he huffed out, momentarily taking the egg off to rub the skin. your giggles seeped out though, “nooo, it was one of the eggs you were using— try again!!”

his eyes focused in, placing the egg back into the crook between his forearm and bicep straining as he flexed as hard as he could, veins pretty much popping out through the skin. “FUCK—!” he gritted out, his arm beginning to shake a little from how much force he was putting in. your laughter motivated him enough, quickly he repositioned the egg with a defeated look, taking a large breath.

he flexed quicker and shorter this time, curling the muscle upwards— crack! “HAH!!”

the yolk ran down his skin, not only on him though, exploded onto the fridge aswell as the cut vegetables. “fuckin knew i could do it, shit was rigged.” he proudly stated eyes meeting your own ones that were still scrunched from laughing, still.

katsuki always had to be the best, and you knew if he didn’t get it that last try you two would’ve been in that kitchen all afternoon long until that egg cracked.

bye i got the inspiration for this off the video of the ravens players doing it. i know dada kirishima would’ve gotten it first try, denki would’ve dropped it, sero would’ve after twenty minutes lmaoaoao

it’s too weird LMAO

im so gone it’s so late over where i am and im too involved in people’s drama to bypass all of this im too invested but its wrong asf

again i don’t care about all of this but i love me some drama so im invested as shit cause it needs to be brought to some authority cause wtf!!