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୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – the sun is husband!satoru gojo’s biggest enemy ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
includes : reader is implied to be naturally melanated!!!
━✧˖° ʚ🌠ɞ ✧･ﾟ : *✧ ･ﾟ: *. ・ ･ﾟ: ೃ࿔ *:･ *·˚ ᝰ̟۟
it has nothing to do with him.
although he is unbelievably pale and you have to reapply sunscreen on him every hour and a half just so he doesn’t evaporate, satoru’s beef with the sun is because of a whole different person: you.
the first day of summer always starts off the same.
you tanning in your shared backyard by the pool, sunglasses over your face, in the tiniest bikini you own for the best tan lines. it’s three pm and you started this almost two hours ago.
an amount of time satoru considers to be insane. he’d disintegrate in that heat, especially with a uv index of 9.
another thing satoru considers insane is that you have assigned him to only use lotion sunscreen because he needs all the coverage and protection he can get while you get the luxury of spraying yourself within a minute and being immune to the sun for hours.
growing up with the childhood he’s had, it’s completely reasonable to be a little… unreasonable. you’re the most precious thing to him. he cares deeply about your health. which is why when you’re tanning, you pretend to not notice how he keeps checking on you every thirty minutes.
“you okay, baby?” he calls from where he is in the pool, leaning against the wall to admire you and your shiny legs.
“perfect.” you reply.
“are you overheating?”
“no.”
“well you look sweaty.”
“that means it’s working, toru!!”
he doesn’t blame you at all. you’ve spent your whole life in the sun. you’re used to it. it feels more like a family member rather than the source of light for an entire galaxy.
if left unsupervised you and satoru both know you could spend hours stretched out on a lounge chair, book forgotten, eyes peacefully closed as you lay in direct sun exposure like a housecat.
a very elegant housecat, satoru thinks.
he notices everything so there’s no surprise when he looks over and sees that you’ve fallen asleep while tanning again. everyone could use some sleep so he lets you rest, assuming you’ll wake up within a few minutes.
ten minutes pass. then twenty. then almost forty five, but he’s not paying that much attention. the stopwatch on his phone says otherwise but that doesn’t matter. what does matter is you’re a few seconds from becoming a baked chicken.
satoru narrows his eyes as he stands over the lounge chair, looking down at you. your skin doesn’t look burnt. the opposite actually. melanin-rich, tanned, smooth and shiny from sunscreen and a light layer of sweat.
but in his opinion you’d been out here long enough.
a dip in the pool never hurt anyone.
he gently taps your shoulder, calling your name. you only stir and wake up when you feel the warmth of the sun suddenly disappear as he leans further over you like a human shield.
“hm?” you hum.
“pool.”
“what?”
“pool time.”
you don’t even get to respond before you’re being scooped into his arms, one arm supporting your back and one arm under your legs.
you also know of his little habit to worry when spring fades into summer and the outdoors slowly become more appealing to you. it’s a little funny but it’s also your husband’s way of showing how much he cares.
in his own weird, borderline obsessive way.
the change of temperature immediately wakes you up as the cold water hits your stomach. satoru wades around with you in the deep end, letting you get used to the chill.
“you know, i was sleeping.” you say, slowly submerging yourself deeper in the water. you won’t admit it but after being in the sun for long it does feel refreshing.
“i didn’t know i was such a bad husband for saving you.” he dramatically grumbles and you swim over to him.
“what? saving me from what?” you laugh as you put your hands on his shoulders, bringing him down to your level in the water.
“the sun. obviously.” he pouts and points upwards as if the sun could hear you two talking about it.
you roll your eyes, pulling him closer. you had been with satoru for so long you know all his tells by now. he’s the clingiest man you’ve ever met. he needs approximately seventeen hugs all before noon to function properly.
“i guess i’m done for the day.” you smile and loop two fingers under the shoulder strap of your bikini top, revealing your tan line.
“perfect. that should last the rest of the summer.” satoru grins.
“no!! it’ll start fading by june. you know this.”
“then it’s back to the oven.” he sighs followed by a loud groan. you chuckle, wrapping yourself around him. you rest your head against your shoulder as he rubs circles into your back.
“for the record, maybe you shouldn’t refer to sitting in the sun as sitting in an oven.”
“it’s metaphorical.”
“i don’t think you used that right.” you pull back and look at him, sliding your sunglasses out of your face to sit perched in your hair.
“please, you don’t even remember what that means.” he grins at you, smug as can be.
“neither do you!” you exclaim and splash him, wiping that smirk right off his face.
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a/n : made this after the scrumptious tan i got in miami and somehow taco bell managed to mess up my order of 2 food items and a drink </3
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – being separated from childhood bsf!yuki feels like a death sentence ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
includes : internalized homophobia, a little bit of angst, happy ending!!!!
━✧˖° ʚ🌠ɞ ✧･ﾟ : *✧ ･ﾟ: *. ・ ･ﾟ: ೃ࿔ *:･ *·˚ ᝰ̟۟
your mothers did everything together. they were college roommates. they moved next door to each other in adulthood. they had their daughters six months apart.
so inevitably, yuki tsukumo has been your best friend ever since you opened your eyes and saw her in the hospital room right next to you.
you two grew up attached to the hip and your mothers wouldn’t have it any other way. although, maybe you two were too attached, and your mothers were to blame for enabling this.
when you both were just babies and had just been born, you two spent so much time together that you got used to sleeping next to each other during naps.
after your mothers snapped multiple pictures from every angle possible and gushed over them, yuki’s mom suddenly decided it was time to go back home.
when you stirred awake and saw yuki’s mom carrying her to the front door, you started crying so loud it could’ve shook the walls.
and because you cried, yuki cried too.
the adults accepted defeat from two infants and put yuki back down on the blanket next to you. you two were silent for the rest of the day besides the occasional giggles and random baby talk.
a few years later, yuki learned how to walk before you. which was bad. because any toddler who has just discovered that their legs can take them anywhere they want become endless adventurers.
yuki was jumping around, using her legs like they hadn’t been there ever since she was born. she’d run to you, who was standing by the couch, holding onto it to help you stay standing. then she’d run to her mom and bury her face in her legs.
the same two people. over and over again. until yuki excitedly ran down the hallway and it took a few seconds for her to come back.
your lip began to tremble when you saw yuki disappear and you couldn’t immediately follow after her. your mom took your tiny hands in hers and helped you walk to the end of the hallway.
when yuki rounded the corner she nearly bumped into you. you were both startled for a second and erupted into laughter, reaching for each other.
safe to say, you ultimately learned how to walk by forming the connection that you couldn’t be with yuki if you couldn’t walk.
once you both learned movement you were unstoppable. every day it was either one of you climbing through the side gate that separated your houses to get to the other one.
the adults would find you with yuki eating fruit snacks on the kitchen floor or yuki with you in your room playing with monster high dolls.
at the beginning every school year, teachers were optimistic and determined to help you two be less dependent on each other.
it started with putting you two in different activity groups. one nice, soft spoken teacher would lead you by the hand to the chalkboard while another teacher led yuki to a story circle on the rug with her other classmates.
every time that situation ended in you trying to cross the room and yuki just staring until the teachers reunited you two.
in elementary school teachers would seat you two separately.
it could be as far away as opposite sides of the room diagonal from each other and you would still make faces at each other and convince the whole class to help you pass notes to each other.
one day during recess, yuki broke her arm when trying to show you a trick she learned on the monkey bars. she had to go to the hospital and you wanted to go with her, but you couldn’t.
that day you were lonely. you refused to interact with anyone else and you made sure it was known.
when someone tried to sit next to you at lunch, you told them the seat was reserved for yuki.
when someone wanted to partner up with you for a class activity, you said you were saving the spot for yuki to be your partner.
it was so obvious that your teacher had to pull you aside.
“honey, you know yuki’s not coming back today, right?”
“but i need a partner…”
“it’s okay to choose other people just for now. i’m sure she’d understand—“
“but yuki is my partner.”
neither of you two knew that exact sentence would come true years later.
sleepovers had always been mandatory. it was never a discussion between you two.
“sleep over by mine and borrow my clothes! then i’ll go by yours tomorrow!!”
and that was how it had always been.
when you and your family took a trip to another city to visit your extended family, yuki was like a widow.
she stayed in bed and on the rare occasion that she did leave her room, she dramatically fainted everywhere like a victorian lady who just lost her husband.
meanwhile, you snapped pictures of everything you saw.
cute pastries you ate. a claw machine where you won two matching stuffed animals for you and yuki. a black and white bird on a powerline. stray cats cuddled up together on the sidewalk.
“you’re gonna run out of storage before we get back home.” your mom gently teased.
“yuki would like this.” you nodded.
junior high became worse for everyone involved because now there were feelings besides just friendship that were blooming.
you and yuki would go shopping and give each other honest feedback on clothes you tried on.
“that color washes you out.”
“look at the bottom, those pants are dragging on the floor.”
“get the cropped version so we can match.”
“you look pretty.”
yuki would always pull you into dressing rooms with her under the guise that she needed your help zipping up something.
neither of you addressed it but your hands lingered on her back long after you were done and she kept staring at you behind her through the mirror.
the summer before high school you two went to a baseball game. yuki kept you sitting close to her with the excuse that she needed to make sure you didn’t get hit by a ball.
she noticed how you kept staring at one of the players and something in her broke a little that day.
she wasn’t sure what hurt more: the fact that you didn’t even notice her smile fall or the idea that you might like someone else other than her.
that was the day yuki realized that you were both girls. well, of course, she always knew that. but she realized you were supposed to be best friends and nothing more.
you couldn’t be nothing more.
a few weeks later yuki came over to your house asking her to get ready for a date with a guy. she gushed over how he was already in high school and how he was so cool. she never said one thing about his appearance.
you helped straighten her hair and helped her choose an outfit to wear and gave her your favorite lipgloss.
“what’s this for?” she asked when you handed it to her.
“just… in case you guys, y’know.” you muttered and looked off to the side, trying to hide your slight irritation.
there was no way she couldn’t tell. you hoped she couldn’t tell. it would be so embarrassing.
it was unnatural. you grew up hearing stories about how one day you’d have a husband and kids and a white picket fence.
what about the story where you don’t marry? what about the story where you stay neighbors with your best friend forever?
maybe she just didn’t see you the way you saw her. good for her. you’d never want her to experience laying awake every night wondering why you couldn’t just be normal.
“kiss?”
“well, yeah, duh.”
“i don’t know how to do that!” yuki started panicking and you grabbed onto her shoulders. “let me practice on you before he picks me up!”
“what?!”
“come on, he’ll be here in like two minutes!!!”
you glared at her before eventually giving in.
“okay… fine.”
you two stared at each other, wondering who would make the first move. you pulled your hands away from her shoulders and fidgeted with your fingers.
yuki looked so pretty just standing there. but you knew it would be so gross. so disgusting. you imagined how she’d pull away when she realized what she had done and say “i’m not into that kind of stuff.”
but what you didn’t know was that yuki was only going on this date to prove something. not to anyone else, but herself. that she could be normal if she tried hard enough. that everything would be fixed and her feelings for you would go away.
the honk of a car horn broke the silence between you two. yuki silently nodded before walking out of your room. you heard the front door close behind you and your heart sank to your stomach.
you fell to the floor and buried your face in your hands. why were you this way? why can’t you be like everyone else? why can’t you feel the same way for a boy as you do for her?
was something inside you rotten? that had to be it. girls your age attracted guys so easily. they wanted those guys. they sought them out.
the only thing you’ve ever wanted was to feel the warmth of yuki’s skin against yours.
holding hands. brushing your fingertips against each other when you exchange pencils. laughing together and hugging each other.
“honey, what’s wrong?” you looked up and saw your mom standing in your doorway. “why are you crying?”
you didn’t even realize. your mom slowly sits down next to you and you curl away from her.
would she be just as disgusted with you as you are with yourself?
“did something happen between you and yuki?”
that was exactly it.
you didn’t even have to say anything. your mom noticed from the way your eyes started welling up with tears all over again.
she noticed all the times you stared at yuki like she created your entire world. she noticed all the times you cried and had a bad mood whenever yuki was gone.
she noticed. all she did was notice.
and now that she was sitting next to you, she couldn’t imagine the way you felt. finally realizing that these feelings were stronger than what you had ever imagined.
it scared you. she knew it did.
“baby, you know i love you, right? no matter what decision you make. i’ll support you forever. you are exactly who you’re meant to be.” your mom pushed your hair out of your face to reveal the dry tears on your cheek.
“okay…” you whispered.
that night, yuki knocked on your window. she never came in through your window. it was always through the side gate.
when you walked up to the window you noticed her face was red and she looked like she had been crying. you quickly slid open the window and helped her climb inside.
“are you okay?” you asked, keeping your distance from her.
“i just froze up.” yuki said and you fell silent. “(name), he tried to kiss me!!! i couldn’t lean in, i couldn’t close my eyes, i couldn’t do anything but just stand there!”
“why? do you not like him or something? ‘cause it’s… it’s okay if you don’t, yuki. it’s—“
“no, you don’t understand! i didn’t wanna kiss him! i don’t wanna kiss anyone!” the blonde sat down on your bed and you sat down next to her.
“i don’t wanna kiss anyone, (name).” she rested her head on your shoulder and her tears started getting the fabric of your shirt wet.
“you don’t have to kiss anyone, yuki. you don’t have to do something you don’t want to.” you said.
“i know. i just… don’t wanna kiss anyone but you.” she lifted up her head and looked at you. “you’re it for me.”
you swallowed a huge lump in your throat and didn’t dare look away from her. you felt heat rise to your cheeks and you blinked away the tears.
“i-i’m… huh?” you sputtered in disbelief. you felt the same way, of course, but it was just so hard to imagine that this was actually happening.
“i love you.” yuki shuffled closer to you and grabbed your hands.
“i love you too…”
“no, not in that way. i love you.”
you exhaled a shaky breath and opened your mouth but nothing came out.
“i realized it today. especially when he tried to kiss me. i froze up because it wasn’t you. (name),” she put her hands on your shoulders.
“kissing him would’ve felt like a betrayal to you.”
you still couldn’t speak. not until her eyes started getting glassy and bloodshot and you realized for her no answer was starting to look like the answer.
“no, no, no, don’t cry.” you said, wrapping your hands around her forearms.
“then say something. anything. if you think i’m weird then just say that! don’t leave me guessing, (name), please.”
“i don’t think you’re weird.” you answered. “because i-i love you too. a lot more than normal.”
“okay.” she nodded, slowly backing away. instead she took your hands in both of hers. “okay, okay, okay…”
“yeah. okay.” you looked down, trying to hide your smile but she noticed.
“can i kiss you?” yuki whispered, squeezing your hands.
“mhm.” you nodded and smiled as she leaned towards you. she pressed a brief kiss on your lips and rested her forehead against yours.
“we’re not weird, okay?” she muttered.
three years ago you and your girlfriend shared your first kiss and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
even as you two go to school together and get the occasional looks from people who haven’t known you for years.
most people don’t look twice when yuki grabs your hand in the hallway or when you pass cheesy love notes to each other in class.
things technically improved. neither of you cry when you get separated from each other anymore. but you still look for each other first in every room, still sleep better together than apart, still texted just minutes after seeing each other.
although you still get a little upset when you have to walk home by yourself when yuki gets caught up with work or student council things.
all of your friends treat it like they always have. because you two have always been inseparable. nothing has changed.
except now you get to call yuki your best friend and your girlfriend.
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a/n : as a girl kisser happy pride month to everyone closeted, unsure, unlabeled, and out!!!! you’re all important and deserve love from anyone you choose 🏳️🌈:3
also why r there no tags + fics for my wifey yuki…this is unacceptable
a collection of my favorite geto suguru fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, consisting of pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by series/oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! shamelessly plugging my own geto fics as well :p i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post! will be updated regularly-ish with new recs
series:
best friend!geto (ongoing?) by @fricks ; i’ve reread all of the entries in this series so many times that i could beam this shit onto the back of my eyelids and reread them all over again just like that. i adoreeee geto’s characterization here (fricks is a geto expert truly) he’s such a charming little shit and the witty convos between him and reader are just tew good. i can’t decide on a favorite part cos they’re all amazing IM SERIOUS. THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA PLEASE DONT BURN IT DOWN!!!!
dishonorable (complete) on ao3 ; regency/bridgerton aus are always divine and this fic is no exception. duke geto and reader’s chemistry is too good 🚬 love how they want to strangle each other yet they flirt with each other in the same breath. duke geto take it out its hurtingggguuuhhhh
six degrees of separation (complete) by @starmapz ² ; i read this yeaaaars ago so imagine my surprise when i dug this fic up again and realized trish wrote it 😭 the angst in this has stuck with me for YEARS . geto loves so hard and that facet really shines in this fic. the entire thing is incredibly true to his character as a whole and serves as an amazing analysis of his character. how am i even allowed to read this masterpiece without a price? like wdym this is FREE?
strangers (ongoing) by @yenayaps ; this fic will hit you hard cos jfc this is a truck of ANGST. i’ve never wanted eternal happiness and peace for two people so badly in my life. geto and reader have grown distant after a miscarriage and are in the process of learning & choosing to love each other again, and it makes me wanna bawllll. their arguments and thoughts are so grounded and feel incredibly real, making this fic all the more immersive and making the angst pack a few extra punches. i think about the diabolical restaurant scene once a month at least 😭
no. one party anthem (ongoing) by @indiewritesxoxo ⁴ ; this rockstar suguru right here is one i would suck right off the bone like hes a box of chicken wings. girl dad? charmer of the year n hes slick wit it too? THE PINING THE CHASING THE GROVELING THE TRYING TO BE BETTER FOR READER??? top tier truly. indie always shows out with her various geto series and this has gottaaaaa be one of the best. the angst and smut here are unparalleled. that hotel sex scene STAYS living in my head (gif of the duck smoking and shaking its head with a satisfied smirk). im forever rooting for geto in this fic IDGAF!!!!
meow or never (complete) on ao3 ; geto’s little shit of a cat (aptly named gojo) gets reader’s cat pregnant and chaos ensues. geto wants reader’s cookie so bad lmfaoooo just like gojo with reader’s cat… this whole fic is genuinely SO hilarious. super domestic, fluffy, and very slice-of-life too!
fwb!suguru (ongoing?) by @eraserbread ² ; elly’s prose is to die for and her word choice is so unique too so her works are always a treat to the soul. the way she writes geto.. mm… truly a five course meal. need geto and reader to communicate and stop trying to win the nonchalant-off (they’re both failing to be nonchalant). i’m shaking them. god i wanna smash these two together like barbie dolls 😢 (😏). let me get my wallet because it must be illegal to read this piece of art for FREEEEE?
lazy sunday morning and whispers in the library (complete) on ao3 ; going from domestic intimacy and first times in the first fic to some freaky exhibition shit in the second fic… yeaaaah this is my bread and butter. geto is SO romantic and sweet in these installments, especially the first part 😪 this geto needs to be in my bed by yesterday or i’m hanging myself by the ears on the nearest tower
smoking with stoner!getou suguru (complete) on ao3 ; been a while since i’ve read this but geto is slick and sexy ass motherfucker in this fic. his dialogue had me cheesinggggg I WANT HIM BAD BRAH! the exposition here is so lively and perfectly immersive, idk how to explain it but its SUCH a vibe. gojo and toji are total clowns in this fic lmfao the shit they were pulling in the background had me ctfuuuu. this fic is a certified fave
the roommate part 1 & part 2 (ongoing?) by @kenzieluvsnanami ; call this puth british with the way roommate geto is innittttt 🇬🇧 the way geto is written in these makes me nut untouched and on the spot… this man is a sexy ass fiend and ykw i like them crazy just like this. ESPECIALLY when it’s geto. love his cheekiness and tomfoolery here lmfaooo he’s entertaining asf
sometimes i peep on the handsome dad next door (complete) on ao3 ; the dilf suguru to beat all sugurus 🙂↔️ every time there was so much of a mention of either 1. his gray streaks or 2. how he interacts with nanako and mimiko, i started shaking like a little rabid dog on steroids. reader is such a freak in this LMFAOOJTKWHR just like me fr… i too would wake up at 5am just to watch geto get dressed 🤤 he’s so hot and assured and confident in this fic and it makes me wanna jump his bonessss. his and reader’s relationship and build-up is something you don’t wanna miss out on!
darling (complete) on ao3 ; the second i saw black reader x musician geto i knew this would be amazing. AND IT IS! op did such a lovely job of portraying the hard of hearing reader here. i adore how geto and reader use each other as inspiration for music and for writing, and seeing their arrangement develop into a relationship is so worth the read c:
breathe me in on ao3 ; fwb!suguru in this fic… i gotta light a blunt every time i think of him. i was sold the second he asked reader to come over not for sex but to cuddle and to have someone simply there with him. geto is soooo sensual to his core here like every thing he does and says feels like honey… and he’s SO smooth jfc. so fine. my sweetheart AND my little shit :,) the smut here is toe-curling
the ethics of relationships (complete) by @gojonanami ; i typically don’t read prof/students but this fic is just one of those onessss and if you haven’t read it then you’re missing out 🙂↔️ that’s how yummy this whole five course meal is. i’ve harassed so many friends with the link to this fic LMFAO i just want everyone to read this BAD… i’m due for a reread because it’s been a WHILE but so many scenes in this fic stand out in my memory. super good overall!!
brat (ongoing) by @kunareads ; producer geto and pop star reader you are so very famous to me! reader is such a vibe in this fic and it makes her relationship with geto all the more fun & enticing. their dynamic feels like snorting a line of coke in the best way possible but also i need these fools to communicate asap 😣 the formatting of this fic is SO fun and feels super interactive/immersive!!
vault boy (ongoing) by @indiewritesxoxo ⁴ ; fallout/apocalypse au!! if u havent gotten into fallout, indie makes the universe easy to understand. geto is such a sweetie pie in this fic and his humanity is devastating… MY POOR BABY :( i wanna hide him away in a bunker. speaking of bunkers, give me one to shack up with him in and we’d repopulate the entire world in just a few years TRRRRUST 🤣✌🏽
oneshots:
#INTRO2MUNCH101 by @satorena ; another situation where i read a fic years ago and became mutuals with the author later on (haiii serena). this fic is comedy fawking golddddd no joke but its also hot as hell. serena is too good at building up the chemistry between geto and reader (#welovemeanreadersbtw) and i love how desperate geto is here, he wants that cookie BAD. his fake nonchalant shit had no one fooled and every time reader called him out i was ctfu. the smut had me writhing brah WRITHING (and giggling profusely for many reasons)
rock you up on ao3 ; TA geto and professor reader is an unmatched dynamic brah YALL DONT EVEN GETTTT HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH THEM ANDDD THIS FIC… submissive geto was a very exciting surprise HEHEHEHEEEE i love seeing my man getting his shit rocked <3 the banter here is too mfing good and is something this writer very much excels at!!
why suguru’s wife is the best cook in the world! by @yunamoona ; a super good take on geto and his relationship with food AND the cutest meet cute to ever meet cute… yeah this is a banger. repeating what i said in the comments but when geto ate reader’s cookies i was smiling at my phone like a freak, because sometimes all it takes is just the act of kindness/love to be able to guide you down a path of healing :,) i love this fic sm. it’s one of a kind
what if you’re just someone i want around (i’m falling again) on ao3 ; post-jjk0 fix it fic where reader is assigned to watch over geto 😣💔 < the sound of my heart shattering. you can feel geto’s jadedness and bitterness radiating through the screen due to how vivid and deeply thoughtful each scene is written out. but despite it all, geto is such a sweetheart and lover to his core 😢
i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me) on ao3 ; an au where geto never defected and years later, reader and geto take in nanako and mimiko. such a heartwarming fic all around. i love my miminana forever and ever and they deserve the world
bed chem by @nanamiskentos ; this is sexy AND fucking hilarious, what MORE could you ask for. suguru had me curling my toessss in this fic jhtjwhrjsi his dialogue has me hot and ready like lil caesars. the descriptions here make me wanna lick my screen and digest every single word. best believe i’m cleaning my plate every time i reread this
the haunting by @starmapz ² ; if you like horror fics this is absolutely the fic for you :3 if geto were my ex… shittttt i would crack him again and take him back too. this fic is a perfect blend of hot smut, angst, and unsettling horror. i can’t say much else cos of spoilers but the ending had me GAGGED
it will come back by @hellowoolf ; ballerina au with instructor geto and ballerina reader!! their push and pull in this fic had me reading with my hands (and puth 😣) clenched… the chemistry is SO buzzy and so loud. the smut is mfing fantasticcccc and the build-up to it is EXCELLENT. dialogue is on point toooooo everything geto says makes me giggle
top of the class on ao3 ; if my TA was as pretty (and pathetic) as geto in this fic, i’d crack tf out of them too 🤭 love the switch-up in the power dynamic here and how reader sooo effortlessly has geto wrapped around her finger
ghostface pussy killer by @saintkaylaa ; one thing about me is i loveeee a good fic where one chases the other and then they fuck nasty 😣 the aphrodisiacs being involved makes the stakes sm more intense (and hotter 😏). i’m obligated to reread this everyyyy october because this fic is peak
the best kind of remedy by @reignpage ; santa can i please get herbalist geto under my tree for christmas 🙏🏽 preferably naked and already oiled up 🙏🏽 stoner geto is absolutely and 100% my kryptonite everyyyy time and he’s extra sexy asl in this fic. DREAMY SIGH. the smut is so buzzyyyyy
one night only? by @meowharaga ² ; this is a certified hood classic iykwim. every time this fic pops up on my dash or in my memory, i just HAVE to reread it. jade is really and truly the god of managing to make fics perfectly fluffy, hilarious, and smutty like whewwwww… geto and reader here are so special to me I LOVE THEM DEARLY 😣😋
how to baby trap marry your best friend! by @indiewritesxoxo ⁴ ; FUCK MY BABY DAD ALRIGHT!!! i love idiot best friends in love bro like just put the crush in the bag and pop the questionnnnn, the yearning in this kills me in the best way possible! the first time they have sex and take pictures of each other is forever branded in my head cos its tooooo hot 🚬
lessons in love on ao3 ; oh to fall in love with dilf geto and to retire with him… whimsical sigh. such a comforting slice of life fic. if my future partner isn’t this sweet and devoted and understanding, i don’t want em! geto here is really the perfect husband 😋
cry for me by @bunnieeteeth ; coach geto and figure skater reader! really cannot say much about this fic for the sake of spoilers, but also because i genuinely have no words for how this fic makes me feel. just wow. trust me when i say that this fic will have you sitting up in your seat and staring at your phone in shock. i want geto and reader to get together so bad but at what cost 💔
the torture of small talk with someone you used to know by @betterinvienna ; rockstar geto (and your ex) and photographer reader how you’ve both moved me and changed me irreversibly. geto is a first class yearner with a ticket straight to piningville because ohhhh my goddddd he wants reader back so mfing bad . he’s losing the nonchalant war #chalantking and i’m happy about it! such a good angst & hurt/comfort fic. i love exes fics. EVERY SINGLE SONG IS ABOUT YOU… WAH…. 😢😢😢🥺🥺🥺🥺
the practice of kissing by @lovelivision ; we all cheer for kissing practice fics!!! geto is such a mouthwatering tease in this fic ughhtksjrns i have got to fuck him . he’s such a cocky little shit but also sososo sweet with reader and so accommodating… his duality is unmatched!
ghost of you by @suguruss1ut ³ ; this fic is my 13th reason ☹️ post-defection geto and reader who still love each other despite geto’s actions/ideals is lethal. so lethal. this fic had me rolling around in bed thinking about it for dayssss after finishing it… it’s so heartbreaking UGHHHH 💔
#THE PARTY AND THE AFTER PARTY by @screampied ; lock me in a room with stripper!geto for about an hour (please trap us together longer though.) and he’s walking out pregnant god willing. whole fic had me twirling my hair and checking my wallet for extra cash to toss geto’s way
you & me by @getosurya ; perfect perfect perfect hurt/comfort after an argument between geto and reader. despite everything, they love each other sm and it bleeds through each and every action of theirs… this fic is so tender and reassuring that it makes me melt :,)
maw on ao3 ; there are no words to describe this fic or how it makes me feel without my description/thoughts majorly falling flat. i simply cannot do this fic justice… PLEASE READ IT.
ask me to bleed (for you i will) on ao3 ; post-defection geto and non-sorcerer reader who works at a bakery… another fic that is my 13th reason lowkey. this is another fic that i cannot do justice nor summarize my feelings for properly but i am once again urging you all to read this
geto’s bride by @meowharaga ² ; the effect that this fic has had on me actually needs to be studied because why am i so charmed by chucky doll geto to the point that i’ve sent this fic to multiple friends individually 😭😭 this shit had me CRYINGGGGG cos of how fucking funny it is alllll the way through lmfaooohtkwhrj and imagining certain scenes had me cracking up. i am such a sucker for sub geto in this fic… MAKE HIM WHIMPER!!!! (will update with new link when i can!)
simply ear-resistible! by @indiewritesxoxo ⁴ ; bunny geto is the cutest fucking thing to ever existtttt 🥺😭 even if he has a massive attitude LMFAO. him retaining a few bunny traits/habits after returning to his original form actually makes me want to chew on his cheek. reader and geto are TOOOO cute here and i want the best for them :]
purrrfect surprise by @suguruss1ut ³ ; do you like men who crawl on all fours while wearing cat ears?? look no further cos this is the fic for YOU!!! THIS IS MY SHIT!!! I love me some sub geto and this fic is pure peak. need him desperate justttt like this
STILL CANT HEAR ME? by @forgiven4u ; ive never liked a fic so mfing fast in my goddamned life . Wdym this is funny, sexy, well-written, prose is on point and the author’s voice in the exposition is hilarious… wdym i could read this fic for free brah!!! if geto ragebaited me this hard i too would start bouncing on it like crazy and making him empty his balls just to hear him whimper loud ad hell (added on 4/23!)
the failing grade by @macbethinchains ; phy’s prose and exposition and word choices hit differentttt every time. she’s fr the type of writer that makes you wanna sit in silence and hold your head and just marvel in silence over how she creates her scenes in such a beautifully descriptive way… and ohhhh how that talent shines in this fic. again i’m not usually one to read prof/students so you know i’m #moved by this fic. the writing is just SO beautiful bro i wanna marinate in phy’s fics 😭😭😭 UGHHH AND THEIR DYNAMIC MAKES ME FEEL COO COO FOR COCOA PUFFSSSSS reader’s chasing… suguru’s restraint (until it snapped crackled and popped 😋)… reader being a freak (#real)… the i love you… OUUUUHHHHH. 20/10 as always (added on 4/25!)
drabbles:
(i’ve written so many summaries/thoughts already that i won’t be doing so for these fics. titles are all pretty self-explanatory for the most part, and these are all super good short reads!! 🫶🏽)
emo!suguru and his pretty pink princess by @epicderpface
suguru + independent gf by @satoruined
mornings with suguru by @hayajiku
sub!suguru wax play by @bluukive
arcturus beaming by @oporotheca
love, as if it were carved in stone by @go6jo
tutor!geto getting overwhelmed by @eraserbread ²
suguru volunteers to model for your art class and you didn’t expect him to have such a perfect dick by @gojosconsort
afterglow by @feyrinnn
kissing suguru by @sugurusbadhabit
binded bunny by @meowguru
domain expansion: unlimited creampies by @suguruss1ut ³
lost in the sauce (you) by @fushiguho
childhood friend!suguru by @digitalro
guy next door by @seraphicsuguru (added on 4/17!)
stress toy!suguru by @fushi6oro (added on 4/23!)
tongue split by @sugurusbadhabit (added on 5/14!)
suguru is obsessed with aftercare… and you apparently by @princeable (added on 5/21!)
boyfriend!suguru by @jumpjo (added on 5/25!)
hungover breakfast with bf!suguru by @diaafterdark (added on 6/3!)
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for some reason it wouldn’t let me comment on your post, but you have opened my eyes with the morning breath comment….ohmygod…
OMG STOPPP im actually such a freaking chud i had the public replies setting toggled off this whole time 💔 but omg im giggling and kicking my feet rn 🥹🤍
I love how you mentioned morning breath in the suguru fic because thats all i can think about whenever i read fics about a character and reader in the morning and they try to kiss each other 😭😭.
omg thank u!!! i have such a big fear of smelling bad & i cant imagine kissing someone especially in the morning so i couldnt just brush past it 😭😭
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – hungover breakfast with bf!suguru geto ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
every time you let satoru handle the rounds for the group, you wake up feeling melted into the mattress the next morning. after so many years you think you would have learned.
apparently not.
it hurts to open your eyes when you’re met with the harsh glare of the afternoon sunlight through the blinds. your limbs feel glued down and you barely roll over to see your boyfriend on his back, forearm thrown over his eyes.
you barely move your leg from where it’s tangled with his and he grunts. basically saying ‘it’s too early for this’ even though it’s two pm.
“sugu,” you murmur, shoving your head deeper into the soft pillow beneath you.
he’s so pretty, black locks spread all around him like he’s some kinda angel with a halo or a mermaid. your mouth grows dry as you wait for his response.
“hm?”
“hungry.”
“we got crackers?” suguru mutters.
“ran out. we never bought any after last time when everyone crashed here.” you tug your legs from between his and curl closer to him beneath the numerous blankets.
you always did get unusually cold when you were hungover, meanwhile he was the opposite. suguru was shirtless and hummed in protest when he felt the warmth of your body but didn’t make any effort to pull away.
also because he knows that if he did, he’d be signing his soul off to hear your whining for twenty minutes.
“what’re you in the mood for, sweetheart?”
“hashbrowns.” your lips curve at the mere thought of the food and you tighten your hold on his bicep.
“so waffle house.”
“do you want waffle house?”
suguru finally opens his eyes and looks at you. you never get tired of those purple irises that you always catch watching you even at the worst times.
like when satoru and utahime are arguing (when are they not?) or that one time yuji was panicking because nobara taped him to his bed in his sleep.
“morning, pretty.” his lips lazily curl into a smile.
“good morning.” you whisper, your noses nearly touching each other. just the sight of him gets you smiling.
“to answer your question,” he rests a heavy palm on your waist above the covers. “yes, i want waffle house. we should go get some.”
“oh really?” you barely snicker, too tired to even do that.
“you know, just another one of my genius suggestions.” he leans closer, kissing your cheek.
“okay, okay, morning breath,” you warn but you’re distracted by suguru peppering kisses everywhere but your lips.
“okay, okay, hey, stop!!” now you’re laughing, trying to squirm away from him and the alcohol still lingering on him, mixing with that expensive cologne he always wears that smells herbal and crispy.
“no kisses until i feel like a person again.” you place your hand on his lips and he protests in a small smooch against your palm.
the diner was half full, and while you two waited for your food, you and suguru took up the habit of people watching. there was a group of kids who looked like they had just graduated high school sitting at the counter in those stools downing cups of coffee.
“remember when that used to be us?” suguru jerks his chin towards them, taking a slow sip from his mug.
“is that not you still?” you reply with a smile.
“no. got a girlfriend so i have more cool guy points now.” he clarifies.
there’s an elderly couple sitting across from each other. the man tears his grilled cheese sandwich in half and holds out one of the sides. the lady gracefully takes a bite and smiles at him.
for a second you don’t catch the way suguru looks at you with admiration even with your hair tucked into his hoodie, his sweatpants, and shades because you complained that the light hurt your eyes earlier.
“what?” you hum.
“you are so gorgeous.” he says casually. after all, he has been doing this for years now, it comes as an instinct to him.
and even after all this time it still manages to fluster you the way he says it so suddenly and unphased, like he has a daily quota to meet of how many times he compliments you.
when your food comes both of you are eerily silent because you’re trying to put something in your system besides alcohol and edible gummies. another reason you shouldn’t trust satoru to do… practically anything when it comes to a night out. you never know how it’ll end.
suguru taps your foot with his and you look up to see him taking some hashbrowns off your plate. you roll your eyes and cut a piece off his waffle.
“i can’t believe you don’t eat these with syrup.” you mutter, dipping the small slice on your fork into the small plastic syrup container. “freakin’ weirdo.”
“you’re dating this weirdo, so, shame on you,” he leans back in the booth seat, chasing the rest of his food with some water.
“how did that happen again?” you hum, properly meeting his gaze and he takes your hand into his.
“if i remember, it sounded something like ‘oh, suguru, please date me, you’re so handsome and dope and you always help me with english’.” he mocks you and you glare coldly at him.
“not true.” you grumble, sliding down in your seat and stabbing your hashbrowns. “i was too cool to ever say something like that.”
“you’d write it in your notebook though.” the black haired man grins.
you stick your tongue in the inside of your cheek and fight the urge to smile back at him because you know he’s right. you lift your shades over your head and over your hair.
“there she is.” he reaches over the table and pinches your cheek. “do you feel better? more like a living person?”
“yeah.” you nod and take a sip of your water.
“you know, i’ve been thinking,”
“dangerous.” he scoffs. “is this a drunk thought or a normal thought? because both are completely unhinged.”
“we should go on love island.”
suguru blankly stares at you for a second. you can basically see the gears turning in his head.
“isn’t that where you go to find love?” he asks.
“yes.”
“we’re sitting right across from each other.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
“correct.”
“then why would we go on love island?”
the waitress then comes to refill your drinks and smiles at the two of you, especially your stifled laughter. she walks away and suguru leans forward, folding his arms on the table.
“we can pretend to not know each other. we’ll be like chelley and ace!”
“love, i don’t know who those people are. only you watch that stuff.” he chuckles, shaking his head.
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – life has lost all purpose after the death of your family & yuji itadori lights up your world the same way he did for your brother ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
includes : angst, family death, daddy issues, non jujutsu au
a/n : i have NO idea what the wc is, i wrote this on my phone bcuz my laptop has a virus 😅
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it had always been you, your older brother, junpei and your mom, nagi. you were younger than him by a year and a few months.
you and junpei didn’t share the same dad but he never let that change anything. he considered you his full sister and loved you like one.
junpei also knew that you loved him so much that it would break your heart if he ever told you the truth about his school life. about why he wore his bangs over one side of his face. about why he was always more down than you or your mom.
you two went to the movie theaters a lot. although you preferred books over movies it put a smile on junpei’s face. after all, movies are just like books brought to life.
you didn’t admit it out loud, but you and your mom were both equally surprised the first day one of junpei’s friends came over. he seemed like the complete opposite of junpei.
yuji was like a ball of sunshine. he was always doing stuff to make your mom laugh and junpei always complained to you about how yuji might’ve had a crush on your mom.
however on days when yuji stayed over and you’d run into each other in the dark of the hallway or quiet kitchen, you always caught him staring at you a little longer.
one day, yuji had come over for dinner and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was starting to come over in hopes to see you instead of nagi.
but unfortunately for him, you were going out of town to visit your dad and his family for a few days.
“you don’t wanna stay and eat, honey?” your mom asked, taking a sip of champagne.
“i’ve gotta catch my train.” you smiled. yuji and junpei poked their heads out of his bedroom in unison.
“we’ll walk you, sis.” junpei said.
“where you going?” yuji asked.
“yokohama to see my dad.” you answered.
nagi stood up and brushed your hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek. “be nice.”
you lightly scoffed as she kept littering kisses all over your face.
“okay, okay!!” you whined, pulling away from her after she left one final smooch on the apple of your cheek.
eventually you said your last goodbyes to your mom while yuji took your bag.
at the station, yuji kept asking you to bring him back souvenirs and sweets. junpei told you to enjoy yourself and go to all the bookstores you could. he gave you his red hoodie because it was supposed to rain and he knew you. you never packed a “just in case” jacket, you always said it ruined the aesthetic of your travel bag.
when your train finally came, yuji hugged you, which wasn’t out of the ordinary but he hugged you like he would miss you and junpei saw it.
“hopefully you get taller by the time you come back.” yuji said into your hair and you pulled back.
“i’m still older than you.” you scoffed then turned to junpei. “take care of mom.” you smiled.
“i will.” he lightly grinned, pulling you into a hug with one arm. “have fun. don’t take any shit from anyone.”
“woahhh, junpei, you rarely cuss!!!” yuji exclaimed as he gave you your bag. “who are you and what did you do with junpei?”
“yuji, i’m seventeen…”
as they continued to playfully bicker, you didn’t realize that would be the last time you ever saw them together again.
ᥫ᭡₊⊹ˑ𓂃✦.˚೯⁺.
the news hit you when you were asleep.
in the middle of the night, your dad came into your room looking distressed.
he sat on the edge of the bed next to where you were curled up and gently shook you awake.
it took a second for you to register the words that came next. you wished it was a nightmare.
all you caught was ‘junpei and your mom’, ‘house fire’, ‘unknown cause’, ‘dead when first responders arrived’, ‘a few hours ago’.
you cried so loud it woke up the rest of the house, including your stepmom and stepbrother.
a few days later you return to tokyo after an argument with your dad. he argued that there was nothing left for you there. how could he be so insensitive during a time like this? the last thing you needed was someone telling you what to do after your whole world just crumbled into pieces.
its true, you did love your brother and mom more than you loved your dad. he walked out on you when you were younger and started a new family. he left you wondering if you weren’t enough. he just recently started to try to get more involved in your life but grudges like that are hard to let go of.
but he was right about one thing. there’s nothing left for you here. you have no idea where to go.
you end up walking back home. you didn’t really mean to. but your mind has been somewhere else. maybe making up delusions to cope with the loss of the only two people who stayed.
your feet carry you the whole way there like its muscle memory. you half expect to smell your mom’s cooking the closer you get to the house, or hear the sound of a movie blaring from junpei’s open window.
but instead all you’re met with is dust and ashes and a heavy force pressing down on your shoulders as you stare at the wooden skeleton of what used to be your favorite place to be.
curled up in your real bedroom, reading a young adult drama, your mom playing music downstairs, and junpei watching a movie in his room.
it’s cloudy and windy outside. the weather forecast said it would rain.
you slowly climb over the yellow caution tape draped over the fence by the police. you don’t care if this is considered trespassing on a crime scene. you grew up here. you didn’t even really get to say goodbye. because you thought you’d come back.
something gets wedged under your shoe and you lift your foot up. you see a cigarette crushed up and dirtied with mud.
for some reason, the sight of a simple cigarette makes your eyes well up with tears as a lump forms in your throat. your mom always did have a smoking problem and junpei always scolded her for it.
you’d give anything to hear that right about now. you bury your face in your hands and now, mean sobs from deep within your chest are coming out of you.
you didn’t allow yourself to cry like this at your dad’s house. you could never be that vulnerable around people who might as well be strangers.
it’s just you and the cold rain and the wind hitting your cheeks so sharp it feels like its cutting you apart.
“hey… (name)?”
you feel a hand on your shoulder and pull your hands from away your face. you look behind you to see yuji standing there.
he’s in a jacket with his hood up. he looks bad. he has dark circles under his eyes. he hasn’t been sleeping well.
you don’t bother to wipe your face. there’s no hiding it. it shouldn’t be sugarcoated. your brother and mom are dead and you can’t deny your grief for them.
“yuji.” you mutter. “what are you doing here?”
yuji opens his mouth to say something but shoves his hands into his pockets instead.
you look down at the cigarette and your lip trembles. you wrap your arms around yourself and you can feel yourself shaking.
yuji slowly lifts his hands up to your shoulders, looking at you for confirmation. you nod. that’s all you can bring yourself to do right now.
he gently fixes the collar of junpei’s red hoodie and pulls the hood over your head. he tucks your hair into the hoodie and tightens the strings a little.
the small gesture feels warmer than anything you’ve ever felt since you left tokyo on that train.
you close your eyes and lean into his touch. he completely envelopes you in his arms and rests his head on top of your chin.
“it’s-it’s not fair. this isn’t right, yuji.”
he can’t say anything. he just holds you tighter and places a hand on the back of your head.
your cries tear through your whole body and you wrap your arms around him. you fist the back of jacket into your hands like he’ll also disappear if you don’t hold on tight enough.
ᥫ᭡₊⊹ˑ𓂃✦.˚೯⁺.
you’re still shaking hours later in some 24 hour diner, your sleeves pulled over your hands and dey tears on your cheeks.
yuji thinks you’re getting sick. you think it’s because junpei and your mom took your heart with them when they left. but you can’t really say that.
you want to just go to sleep. anything to avoid feeling what this is.
your eyes are locked on the table and you can feel yuji staring at you. you shift in your seat and he quickly averts his gaze.
“sorry.” yuji murmurs.
“‘s fine.” you whisper, burying yourself deeper into your hoodie.
the waitress comes to take your orders and you tell yuji to not worry about yours. you know you’re in no mood to eat anything, just to risk it coming all back up.
“are you going back to yokohama?” he asks.
you shrug. “i don’t really want to.” you look up and rests your chin in your hand. “i don’t really fit in there.”
“how so?” you’re sort of surprised he actually wants to listen. but as long as you’ve known yuji he’s always been attentive and caring so it shouldn’t be much of a shocker.
“it’s like i’m forcing my way into a family that i have no place in. my dad started a new life without me. why am i forcing my way back in?” you sigh, swirling your straw around in your cup, watching the ice cubes dance around each other. “he left me for a reason.”
yuji looks down at his own cup, only because he’s fighting the urge to hold your hand. not in a romantic way, but in a “everything’s gonna be alright” way. he wants to make everything better. he doesn’t know how. he knows how to be there though.
“i think you’re more than enough. so much more than however he made you feel.” yuji says.
you lean back in your seat and barely nod in agreement. you don’t know if you’re trying to convince him or yourself. you fold your arms over your chest, trying not to cry in the middle of some greasy diner.
“your brother, um,” he begins and he notices the way something flickers behind your eyes. “junpei, he was supposed to start school with me after winter break.”
“my teacher loves me. and given your… um, circumstances,” your lips curve upwards at his hesitancy. “he’d definitely talk to my principal about it. if you want.”
“about… school?” you ask.
“yeah, school. but we also have dorms at our school. i’d ask if you could room next to me. if you want that. or my friend nobara.”
you stare at him as he keeps rambling and there goes that stupid warmth you felt when you first saw him earlier. how can he find the good in every situation?
“but now that i think about it you’d probably end up in the second year dorms.”
“(name)?”
“oh, sorry.” you swallow, quickly taking a sip of your water to wash down the tears building back up.
“would you want that?”
“yuji…”
“(name), tell me. any way i can help, tell me. please.”
“i would really, really like that.” you catch your teats with your knuckle before they fall and look up at him and it’s the most he’s seen you smile yet.
ᥫ᭡₊⊹ˑ𓂃✦.˚೯⁺.
yuji had to tell gojo at least ten times to not mention junpei at all before you arrived at jujutsu high. he especially said to not point out the strong resemblance between you two.
“i’m not really supposed to be in this wing but this is special.” yuji explains from where he’s walking in front of you.
“right…” you mutter.
“the uniform looks good on you too.” he turns around to look at you and begins walking backwards.
you look down at the uniform skirt peeking out from underneath your hoodie. yuji said he had your teacher design it personally for you. the hem of your skirt is lined with red. yuji’s hood is red.
you hum at the realization that you two are sort of matching. you then look out the window of the hallway you’re walking through. on the field, there’s two girls, a white haired boy, a black haired boy and…
“a panda?” you didn’t mean for that to come out. it was supposed to be an internal thought.
yuji perks up at the sound of your confusion and you both gaze out the window.
“oh yeah!! thats panda! he’s the principal’s son.” the pink haired boy grins and you look at him. “no, really. yaga won’t elaborate.”
“are these our classmates?” you ask.
“the brunette is my classmate. kugisaki nobara. she’s a bully. you’d like her.” you follow his finger as he points to the girl doing cartwheels across the grass.
“maki is a second year. she’s also a bully. you’d like her.” he points to the green haired girl sitting in the grass watching her.
“inumaki is also a second year. everyone likes inumaki.” he says and you look at the white haired boy laying on the grass.
“fushiguro is a first year. he’s my best friend, just don’t tell him i said that.” he grins, pointing to the black haired boy sitting on the grass drinking from a chocolate milk bottle.
“and panda is a…” you still feel weird calling this panda-hybrid-son thing ‘panda’.
“a second year!! he’s just a big ball of smiles and fun and hugs.”
“i can see that…” you mutter and you look up at him.
“you’ll fit in just fine here.” yuji puts his hand on your shoulder, although he knows that’s not your only worry at the moment. he just wants to do anything to distract you from the circumstances.
you don’t admit that the idea of being the new girl all over again makes you a little uneasy. it reminds you of the first time you visited your dad and his family.
but when you look at yuji and he smiles back at you and gives you a thumbs up, you can’t imagine an ounce of what your dad ever made you feel.
your room was at the end of the hallway. you didn’t know it but gojo, the head of the first years and the teacher who apparently loved yuji requested for it to be placed there.
after you got settled in, you two went down to the field where kugisaki, maki, inumaki, and panda were still hanging out together.
“guys! this is (name). she’s new and one of my favorite people so be nice.”
one of his favorite people? your step physically falters at those words and you softly clear your throat.
“hey. nice to meet you all.” you pull the hoodie sleeves over your hands and wave.
as they introduce themselves and sit in a cluster in the grass and begin talking around you, you can’t help but notice how casual they are. they have no idea your whole world fell apart not even a week ago.
everyone’s moved on. everything is still progressing like nothing happened, like the two most important people are gone from this world. life is moving on as it always does. why can’t you?
yuji watches as nobara and panda keep trying to include you in the conversation but you’re just sitting next to him, anxiously chewing on your lip and sinking into the hoodie that once belonged to your brother.
he opens his mouth to whisper to you and reaches out to gently take your fingers in his, when okkotsu approaches the group.
“hi, guys.” the black haired boy says, sitting in between maki and inumaki.
your eyes snap up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and your gaze immediately lands on the boy sitting across from you.
the black, messy hair. the dark eyes. that same expression.
everything seems to go in slow motion. your heart drops.
the way he slowly relaxes and loses the tension in his shoulders. that sheepish laugh.
you’d give anything to have him back. for it to be junpei sitting across from you instead of okkotsu.
the others are calling your name as you start to walk away. you don’t even know when you got up. all you know is your feet started carrying you away and you let it happen. because you don’t know what you’ll do if you go back. how do you ask a stranger for a hug? for random reassurance?
yuji’s voice is the most distinctive. you can’t bear yourself to turn around. your nose is red and your eyes are watering. you can see your breath in the cold air as you slam the door to the building open and quickly climb up the stairwell.
you’re biting your lip, trying to keep it from trembling as you go further up the staircase. you don’t even know where you’re going. you just move. move away from him. that’s all you can do.
suddenly, you grab onto the wall and let out a breath catching gasp. you squeeze your eyes shut and slowly lower yourself onto the stairs.
why does okkotsu look so much like him? why is he back after leaving you behind in this world? it’s so stupid when you think about it. your own classmate has sent you into a breakdown because he looks like your dead brother.
you press the heels of your hands into your closed eyes, trying to keep the tears from spilling out.
‘stop, stop, stop,’ you tell yourself. stop crying over someone you don’t even know. okkotsu isn’t even aware that you’ve associated him with someone completely gone.
you hear the same door you came through open and close. you look over the railing and see a blur of pink hair below.
you’ve cried in front of yuji at least three times already. but this one feels humiliating. like your pain is being showcased and taunted and torn into something completely irrational.
you sniffle as you climb further up the stairs.
“(name)? are you here?”
you hold onto the railing with both hands, sleeves wet with tears sliding over the miniature golden toad statue installed on the handrail.
“i mean, i saw you come in here.”
“actually, are you okay?”
you can’t even answer him. nothing can come out but tears. you push your hair out of your face after sticking to your cheeks
“(name), please answer me.”
you swallow that tension filled lump in your throat that you’ve been feeling more and more every day. but that doesn’t help. your throat hurts. it feels tighter. it feels like someone has stuck a million pins in you.
is this how it felt for junpei and your mom? when they were burning alive, what were their last thoughts? was it you? or did they think about each other?
did they die holding each other once they realized there was no way out? or did they die in their sleep, junpei asleep with his favorite movie playing on low volume, your mom curled up in her bed after too many drinks and her body warm, both dreaming of the next day when you would come home?
don’t think about that, (name), you think.
“do you want me to give you space?”
“no. no, yuji. just, shit—don’t go.” you choke out, finally stopping and slowly sitting on the steps.
“don’t leave.” you whisper, watching as he finally comes up the stairs and you can see his face soften.
“(name)…” yuji sighs, sitting down next to you. you instantly lean into him as his arm comes up to rub your back.
“i’m sorry,” you begin. “i didn’t mean to leave, i just,” you swallow to hold back your cries. “he looks so much like him.”
you take his arm and hold it with both of your hands, squeezing so hard he thinks you’ll cut off his circulation.
“please tell him i’m sorry.” you don’t know if you mean okkotsu or junpei.
sorry for associating you with a dead person.
sorry for being selfish and leaving you for someone who never wanted me in the first place.
“don’t do that. it’s okay. okkotsu is very understanding. he won’t mind.”
you let out a shaky breath and your eyes flutter closed. you shift and tuck your head beneath yuji’s chin. you can hear his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his winter coat.
you don’t want to admit it, you don’t want to burden him, but really you feel like he’s all you have. the only reliable force still in your life.
“i’ll make sure you’re alright here. i promise.”
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nights are easier than before. the first night at jujutsu high, when it was just you alone in your dorm room, curled up next to junpei’s—your hoodie that you refused to wash because it still smelled like him and cigarettes, you stayed up all night.
you just couldn’t stomach the idea of sleeping peacefully. rain hit the glass of your window. every thunderclap made you jump.
you hadn’t been afraid of storms since you were six. that was when your mom worked nights and you’d climb into junpei’s bed instead of her’s because she was gone.
you’d both wake up and nagi would be curled around you, one arm over you and stretching over to hold junpei as well. you’d wake up before both of them to look at the dark circles under her eyes. you’d also look at the faint smile she wore.
that was the thing. no matter how exhausted she was, she never let it change how much she loved you two.
that night you tried to listen to music but you found more comfort in silence. or, as silent as it could get with the weather.
every time you flinched under your blanket, you hugged your pillow tighter. the hoodie was draped over the pillow. at one point it really started to feel like him.
you felt hot tears coming down your cheeks, sliding sideways into your pillow.
you missed your mommy. you missed your brother.
it’s childish, really. you haven’t called her mommy in years.
you wish you had called her mommy one more time. you didn’t know it was going to be the last. one day you just grew out of the name, and the next she was dead.
maybe it was the sleep deprivation getting to you that night, but once you started crying you imagined the pillow half your size was actually a body holding your hand.
that’s how he would soothe you to sleep. at only eight years old, when he should’ve also been crying over the loud storm, he was instead comforting his little sister.
he would hold your hand and talk for hours about anything and everything. mostly about movies. plans to go to the movie theater. asking what kind of books you wanted to read next.
you’d answer, not knowing a few days later that same copy would be sitting on your nightstand when you woke up, waiting for you to run your fingers along the fresh pages and make your own little annotations.
your books.
your books are gone.
it’s all you can think about nowadays.
at least it’s not about junpei or your mom.
somedays you still can’t put it all together. accept the fact that everything you knew is gone. continue a life that they no longer have any part of.
today feels like one of those days.
kugisaki asked if you wanted to go shopping with her and maki earlier. you really wanted to.
you hate being the sad girl. it’s like, why even bother coming to this school just to drown in your own grief? your brain is foggy half the time. you barely learn anything.
you don’t dare talk to okkotsu. not after what happened. it feels like if you open your mouth around him, you’ll say something stupid or like, throw up or something.
you try reading on your phone. it doesn’t do much. you like the feeling of disconnecting. online books are the exact opposite of that feeling you’re chasing.
“hey, sleepyhead.”
you look behind you as you’re rubbing your eyes. yuji is standing there holding two mugs of hot chocolate.
“was wondering when you’d get up.”
“i stayed up all night again.” you softly reply, taking the mug from him. it warms up your palms in the best way.
he stands next to you, looking out one of the bigger windows in the hallway that overlooks the city.
“so, do you, uhhh,” yuji begins and you look at him. he quickly averts his eyes back to the glass. “winter break is starting soon. we’ll be free for around two weeks.”
“what are you trying to say, yuji?” you say, nudging your shoulder with his. he pauses. it might be the most playfulness you’ve shown yet.
“do you wanna go out somewhere and do something?” he asks. you look down at the mug. there’s two marshmallows floating around in there.
“you remembered.” you whisper. he catches it and proudly grins.
“yeah. last year, at that festival.” he chuckles.
“the one where we both got frostbite but junpei somehow didn’t.”
yuji falters again. you never mention them really. you both know that. but when he’s around, everything feels easier.
he has been making things easier. he knows nothing about this is linear. there’s days when you feel like you’re over it, and there’s days when you want to join them in the dirt.
he wants to make everything better. he doesn’t know how. he knows how to be there though.
“can we actually go to a bookstore?”
“definitely!” he answers almost immediately, way too excited. he doesn’t wanna ruin the vibe, so he refrains from saying ‘like a date?’ there’s no denying he’s really happy.
“do you have any in particular that you wanna get?”
junpei liked ‘the perks of being a wallflower’ and ‘carrie’. so that’s what you say. you don’t tell him the reasoning behind it.
“okay. well, you might wanna wear something other than that hoodie.” yuiji teases and you stare blankly at him. “wear a coat over it, i mean. it’s colder than usual.”
right. it’s getting closer and closer to christmas. panda says it’s supposed to snow one of these days.
“okay.” you smile.
at the bookstore, you’re in your element. yuji can tell. you slowly stop talking to him and decide literature is more interesting. he doesn’t blame you. he also likes literature, just animated.
his attention span isn’t long enough to stare at words on a page. you tease him and ask if he wants a picture book and he almost says yes.
yuji simply follows behind you as you scan the aisles. you’ve already gathered three books in your hands and he offers to carry them.
then you’ve suddenly chosen so many it’s getting too much for even him to carry. at that point, he’s instead carrying a handheld basket.
he doesn’t mind. in fact he’s got this huge smile plastered on his face. he didn’t know how much he could love this—just watching you wander around, stare at an item in adoration and heavy thought before handing it to him.
“hey, you two!” you both turn around at the sound of a voice that’s coming from someone tall, lanky, and unbelievably obnoxious.
“sensei!!!” yuji exclaims as gojo walks up to you, holding a cup of iced coffee and a shopping bag.
“you shop here?” you ask, glaring at the bag that says the name of the store you’re in.
“you read?” yuji asks.
“nah,” gojo smirks, pulling out a box of the pink calico critters family picnic van. “this place sells calico critters.”
“i love those!!! where’d you find that?” you ask, practically vibrating from excitement right where you’re standing.
gojo points in the direction behind him and yuji watches you wander off again.
“how is she?” the white haired man asks when you’re out of earshot, suddenly serious.
“better. i think.” yuji says and gojo looks at him, silently telling him to continue. “well, you know, there’s ups and downs. but there’s more good days than bad days now.”
“good.” gojo puts a hand on his shoulder. “i heard that kugisaki and maki invited her to go shopping with them today and she declined.”
“really?”
“and somehow she came out with you. and it’s the most i’ve seen her smile yet.” he looks at the younger boy knowingly.
“hmmm.” yuji hums, oblivious, deep in thought.
“itadori, i know you like her.”
“huh??? i mean, why would you think that? she’s my friend’s little sister—yeah, you caught me.” he sighs in defeat as you begin to make your way back over to them.
“yuji, look!” you smile holding two boxes, the sylvanian families strawberry set and the flora rabbit family set.
“cute.” gojo hums.
“yeah, cute.” yuji says.
“um, yuji, can we go to another store? i wanna get something for kugisaki and maki, to show my appreciation that they thought of me and apologize for being in such a bad mood earlier.”
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you feel a little better today. lighter. not in the empty way you usually feel.
gojo said kugisaki loves candy and watermelon, so you got her a handful of watermelon flavored candy because you couldn’t choose just one.
he said maki also loves junk food so you got her a bunch of different chips and candy you hope will last her a while.
you feel lighter after seeing the smiles on their faces. nobara was so excited, she grabbed your hands and started calling you her favorite second year after maki.
maki hugged you. not a casual side hug. she put down the food you gave her and pulled you into her arms. she rubbed your back and rested her chin on your head.
that hug almost triggered something in you. it used to be that whenever someone gave you a soul crushing hug like that, you’d cry. instead you hugged her back and smiled.
you shove your hands into your pockets, quickly getting indoors to escape the cold after a solo walk.
you push your hair out of your face, walking past all the empty classrooms. well, you assume they should be empty since winter break is coming up.
you notice okkotsu sitting on one of the desks, looking out the window. you pause, slowly walking towards the open door.
you barely lean on the doorway. “okkotsu?”
the black haired boy looks up at you.
“oh. hi, (name).”
the silence between you two is heavy. you know there’s something you need to say. he knows that there’s something you’ve been carrying ever since the first day you saw him.
“what are you doing in here alone—“
“i’m sorry.”
you furrow your brows in confusion and take a step forward.
“nobody will really tell me. they keep saying it’s not their place to tell me. all i know is that on that day i made you uncomfortable.”
“okkotsu, you didn’t do anything—“
“that must be why you stormed off, right?” he sheepishly grins. “sorry. again.”
“okkotsu, listen.” you sigh, finally able to get at least a sentence in. “you didn’t do anything.”
you walk over and sit down on one of the desks next to him.
“i can’t believe you don’t know. i thought it would’ve gone all around school by now.” you dryly laugh, already fighting tears, like the wound is too fresh to laugh about.
“(name), are you okay?” okkotsu asks.
“i wasn’t. when we met, i wasn’t okay at all.” you reply. “my brother…”
you look over at okkotsu and almost break. that hopeful expression. that soft, welcoming smile.
“he’s a year and a few months older than me. he likes movies. he’s the best. he takes care of me when our mom can’t.” you blink through the tears.
“he’s quiet even when you get to know him. he’s so different from me and my mom. like he’s always afraid of taking up too much space.”
“he sounds really nice.” okkotsu mutters.
“he is.” you grin, a few tears escaping from your eyes and landing on your hands resting in your lap. “i’m always so careless. he reminds me of things. like my homework… or giving me his jacket when i forget my own.”
“he’s older than us? so he’s graduating soon. or already graduated?”
“okkotsu, he won’t… be graduating.”
okkotsu’s smile barely drops. “what do you mean?”
“my brother and my mom died in a house fire two months ago.”
you feel a hand rest over yours. you don’t look up. you can finally realize that it’s okkotsu and not junpei.
“and he looked like you.” you nod. “he looked so much like you my heart almost broke when i saw you. because i thought you were him.”
“you mean, he looks like me.” okkotsu replies. “don’t talk about him in past tense, (name). he’s not gone. he’s still living on through you. you forget that you’re his sister… which means you also look like him.”
“yeah. i guess,” you sniffle, wiping your tears. “something like that…”
“hey, it’s snowing.”
you two look back at the window and watch as white flurries begin to pile up and coat the ground.
“so panda was right. i guess i owe him money.” okkotsu groans.
junpei loves snow.
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“wanna go to a festival together tomorrow???” yuji had asked. it was the middle of the night. he wasn’t supposed to be in the second year dorms hallway. but he said he just had to talk to you.
“this can’t wait till morning.” he explained.
“huh?” you hummed, groggy from sleep. you checked the date and time on your phone. it was 2 am, december 24th. “yuji, it’s so late…”
“i know, i know.” he couldn’t hide his smile. he was just so happy. about a lot of things, really.
even though he had woken you up from your sleep, it seemed like it was a good one. you looked like you couldn’t wait to go back to sleep. he remembered the time where you’d go days without sleeping.
not because you wanted to, but because you couldn’t bear seeing them in your dreams and having to wake up to the harsh truth that they’re gone.
he was also happy because december 24th was the most romantic day of the year. you were still half asleep so you hadn’t realized yet, but he had gotten help from panda, kugisaki, maki, and okkotsu to help plan this.
all you had to do was say yes.
and god, he hoped you would.
“you’re gonna get caught, i hope you know that…” you groaned, rubbing your eye.
“so? might as well give me an answer now.” he grinned, suddenly taking your hand in his.
“uh,” you looked down at your joined hands. “okay, yeah. i want to go to a festival tomorrow.”
“okay, great!!! be ready by five pm!”
and with that he hurried off back to his own dorm. you watched him until you could no longer see him in the dark hallway, peering over the corner with a small smile. then you shut the door behind you and immediately curled back up in bed, your red hoodie on the pillow next to you.
it wouldn’t be until you woke up that you realized he basically asked you on a date.
hours later, seeing you all bundled up to protect yourself from the frosty cold makes heat rise to yuji’s cheeks in a way that he has never felt before.
you wave at him as you rush over, slightly shaking from the weather.
“are you warm enough?” yuji asks.
“i should be asking you that!” you point to his bare hands. “where are your gloves?” you grab his hands and put yours on the outside of his.
“i, uh, forgot them,” he explains. “kugisaki must’ve taken them.” he watches as you rub your mittens along his hands, warming them up.
“that’s very careless of you, yuji.” you smile up at him and he swears his heart stutters for a second. “well, let’s go buy you some.” you tug him by his hand.
“yes, mom.” he rolls his eyes with a smile.
after you purchased gloves for yuji and helped him slip them on, you two walk around, pointing out the ice sculptures illuminated by colorful lights.
at some point, your hand slipped into his with the excuse of staying warm.
“woahhhh. look at that tree!” yuji exclaims, pulling on your hand.
you both look up at the fourteen meter tall christmas tree, with tons of decorative ornaments, shining and glowing in the night sky.
“we can make our own ornaments.” you say. “do you wanna put them on the tree?”
“why don’t we make them for each other? i promise i won’t do it bad.” he grins.
“okay.” you nod.
you two go to one of the stalls where you can decorate your own ornaments and stand across from each other. you shield your ornament from him with your hand after he tries to look over one too many times.
“yuji, stop.” you try to hold in your laughter.
“i’m just trying to get an idea!!” he whines. he then notices a container of some decorations and suddenly goes quiet, getting to work.
you fill your ornament with tons of green glitter and green sequins and seal the lid on it. you decide to make keroppi from sanrio because yuji reminds you of him.
you paint the white eyeballs and while you wait for the eyes to dry, you draw his pink cheeks and signature smile. you look up at yuji who is staring at his creation in intense concentration.
you lean over, catching eye of stars and pearls before yuji notices you looking.
“hey, get back.” the pink haired boy nudges your shoulder.
“looks nice.” you say, turning back to your ornament. you paint the final touches, two black dots before waiting for it to dry. you grab a hook and latch it onto the ornament, smiling in satisfaction.
“hey, i’m done.” you look up at yuji who is holding his ornament in his hands behind him.
“me too. reveal?” you nod, presenting your big-eyed, green frog ornament with a smile.
yuji has made an ornament that looks like the christmas tree you two saw. he used three seashells of different sizes, glued them together, and glued pearls on each of them. at the top he glued a small orange seashell to be the star on the tree.
“yuji!!! i love it.” you gently hand him his, careful not to break it.
“i tried my best.” he sheepishly chuckles, his cheeks and nose red, obviously trying not to get flustered. “but this is cute. i always watched these cartoons on vhs growing up.” he explains as he looks at yours.
“you remind me of him.” you explain as you grab a small bag, placing both of the ornaments in the bag. “cheerful, energetic, cute, loyal,”
“wait, what was that third one?” his lips curl into a smile as he pulls you closer to him.
“ummmm,” you hum, and grab his jaw, pushing him away. you look away and spot a food stand. “i’m hungry!!!”
“okay!” he grabs your hand and you both walk around, deciding what food to get. you both try lots of different foods, including western christmas treats.
yuji gets a reindeer brownie, it’s triangular with frosting for the eyes and red frosting for the nose. you get a chewy rice cake decorated with red and white frosting. it’s supposed to be santa clause.
“i think the one with the red nose is named rudolph,” you point to his brownie. “is it good?” you ask.
“mhm, yeah,” yuji nods, biting into his brownie then holding it out towards you. “want some?”
“really?” you ask and he nods harder. you lean forward, taking a small bite and red frosting smears on your cheek.
“(name), you have…” he laughs, pointing to his cheek.
“i have what??”
“picture!!!” a random voice shatters the bliss of the moment and you instinctually move closer to yuji. a man steps in front of you two with a camera. “picture for the lovely couple?”
“ummmm, but my face…!” you begin and you feel yuji throw his arm over your shoulders.
the white flash from the camera makes you jump and you never get to wipe the frosting from your face. how embarrassing.
as the bright light faded away, you rapidly blink as yuji leans forward, taking the printed picture from the man.
“look, (name).” the pink haired boy shoves the picture in your face. “hey, can we get two of these?”
in the picture, you’re pressed into yuji’s side, slightly squinting, nose and cheeks reddened from the cold, frosting on your cheek and lips as his arm is stretched over you and he’s smiling.
“yuji, i look so stupid!!!” you whine, finally wiping your face.
“stop it, you’re cute.” yuji says, tugging you closer. “one copy for you and one for me.”
“i’m hiding this.” you sigh.
“so you won’t display the first picture of us together?” he smirks, leaning down and taking a bite of your chewy rice cake.
“well… i mean, is it good?” you ask as he chews and nods in approval.
“you have good taste.”
within the next two hours, you and yuji have walked around at least three times, making sure you’ve visited every stand that caught your eye.
he begins to lead you by your hand up a hill where other couples are also sitting together.
“they’re having a fireworks show.” yuji explains with an excited look.
you two sit down next to each other and watch as people below start to disperse and also make their way up the hill.
for the first time tonight it falls silent between you two and you look at him. the lantern pole near you two illuminates his features, his sharp jawline, his wide, expressive eyes, the faint smile he has as he’s waiting for the fireworks to start.
you barely scoot closer, wrapping your hands around his. you slowly put your head on his shoulder, testing the waters before completely resting your head.
“yuji…” you mutter.
“hmm?”
“thank you.”
you feel him turn his head and you don’t dare look at him.
“for what?” he asks, looking down at you.
“you know. being a friend. being here. especially in these last few months.” you explain, swallowing. “i wouldn’t have made it this far without you. i’d probably be in yokohama right now living a life i didn’t want to live, or a runaway.”
“you’d really run away?” yuji lightly scoffs followed by a laugh.
“anything’s better than being with my dad.” you curl closer to him and look down at your lap at the thought of him. you’ve always been worried about boys ending up treating you just like your dad.
but then yuji came when you least expected it, and showed you something you had never experienced before.
“thanks for helping me with that too.”
“really, it’s okay, (name), it’s the right thing to do.”
you lift your head up and look at him, clenching your jaw. is he just being nice or something more?
“yuji. you could’ve left me to grieve by myself a long time ago,” one of your hands travel further up his arm. “but you didn’t. you stayed. with me. the ‘sad girl’.”
“because i care about you.” he replies. “you’re not the sad girl. nobody looks at you and thinks ‘that’s the girl who’s sad all the time.’ i especially don’t.”
you try to hold in your smile at that last sentence. “i-i care about you too… yuji.” you mumble.
the first firework explodes behind his head but neither of you can pull away from each other’s gaze. the pink and purple sparks dancing behind his head make him look even more attractive.
“last year, my grandpa died and his final wish was for me to help others. that’s all he wanted. for me to help others, save whoever i can, and spend my life surrounded by people.” he says barely above a whisper.
you swallow and nod, urging him to continue. all these weeks you spent venting, the least you can do is listen to him now.
“even if they’ll never thank me. he wanted me to save as many as i can.”
“yuji… your grandpa would be so proud of you right now.” you smile. “look at you. you did exactly what he wanted. you saved me.”
more fireworks erupt in the sky behind you two and he laughs, dropping his forehead against yours.
“don’t say it like that, (name)…”
“it’s true. i was hopeless.” you whisper. “i was depressed. i was considering joining them.”
he puts a hand on your thigh without pulling away from you.
“that’s how much i was hurting. there’s no denying that it still hurts, but being with you… makes everything so, so much more better.” you choke back tears and sigh.
“now i understand why junpei got so much more lively when you came around.”
“because you did the same for me. you gave my life meaning again.” you rest your hand on his shoulder.
yuji lifts his hand to rest on your cheek, then the nape of your neck.
“can i…?”
“yes, yuji.” you chuckle. “yes, you can kiss me.”
he quickly closes the space between you, like he’s been waiting for that confirmation this whole time. he pulls you closer and you smile against his lips.
his thumb wipes away a stray tear and you put both of your hands on his shoulders. he pulls away, kissing your cheek and temple a few more times.
“you’re amazing, (name).” he plants a kiss on your cheek. “i mean it. i’ll make sure to stay by your side and help you forever.”
you look at him as he continues, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.
“even when it gets really bad, or on days when it’s really good. i’ll be there.”
“you wanna know something?” you lean closer, murmuring against his skin, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“i think junpei would be glad that i ended up with you.”
and from wherever he’s watching over you two, he definitely is.
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a/n : i pulled an all nighter finishing this, im so jetlagged, please let me know if u liked it!!!
includes : angst, family death, daddy issues, non jujutsu au
it had always been you, your brother, junpei and your mom, nagi. you were younger than him by a year and a few months.
you and junpei didn’t share the same dad but he never let that change anything. he considered you his full sister and loved you like one.
junpei also knew that you loved him so much that it would break your heart if he ever told you the truth about his school life. about why he wore his bangs over one side of his face. about why he was always more down than you or your mom.
you two went to the movie theaters a lot. although you preferred books over movies it put a smile on junpei’s face. after all, movies are just like books brought to life.
you didn’t admit it out loud, but you and your mom were both equally surprised when one of junpei’s friends came over. he seemed like the complete opposite of junpei.
yuji was like a ball of sunshine. he was always doing stuff to make your mom laugh and junpei always complained to you about how yuji might’ve had a crush on your mom.
however on days when yuji stayed over and you’d run into each other in the dark of the hallway or quiet kitchen, you always caught him staring at you a little longer.
one day, yuji had come over for dinner and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was actually starting to come over in hopes to see you instead of nagi.
but unfortunately for him, you were going out of town to visit your dad and his family for a few days.
“you don’t wanna stay and eat, honey?” your mom asked, taking a sip of champagne.
“i’ve gotta catch my train.” you smiled. yuji and junpei poked their heads out of his bedroom in unison.
“we’ll walk you, sis.” junpei said.
“where you going?” yuji asked.
“yokohama to see my dad.” you answered.
nagi stood up and brushed your hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek. “be nice.”
you lightly scoffed as she kept littering kisses all over your face.
“okay, okay!!” you whined, pulling away from her after she left one final smooch on the apple of your cheek.
eventually you said your last goodbyes to your mom while yuji took your bag.
at the station, yuji kept asking you to bring him back souvenirs and sweets. junpei told you to enjoy yourself and go to all the bookstores you could.
he gave you his grey hoodie because it was supposed to rain and he knew you. you never packed a “just in case” jacket, you always said it ruined the aesthetic of your travel bag.
when your train finally came, yuji hugged you, which wasn’t out of the ordinary but he hugged you like he would miss you and junpei saw it.
“hopefully you get taller by the time you come back.” yuji said into your hair and you pulled back.
“i’m still older than you.” you scoffed then turned to junpei. “take care of mom.” you smiled.
“i will.” he lightly grinned, pulling you into a hug with one arm. “have fun. don’t take any shit from anyone.”
“woahhh, junpei, you rarely cuss!!!” yuji exclaimed as he gave you your bag. “who are you and what did you do with junpei?”
“yuji, i’m seventeen…”
as they continued to playfully bicker, you didn’t realize that would be the last time you ever saw them together again.
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a/n : for those who wanted more yuji!!! im making it a long fic + i’ll be flying to miami tomorrow afternoon so bare with me 😢😢😢😢
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୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – employed life with you and bf!katsuki bakugou ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
katsuki is still in disbelief that you got the job.
because when your manager, isha said to describe yourself, you said four things.
“ummmm, i’m friendly, my mom says i talk too much, i’m pretty, and i have a very handsome, strong boyfriend!!!”
somehow isha accepted both of your applications to work at your local froyo shop and assumed that you two would work better on the same shift.
the froyo shop was small and didn’t need lots of maintenance. all you do is weigh yogurt and refill the toppings when they run out.
“i’m back!!!” you say, swinging the front doors open.
katsuki sent you next door to go get food, which you thought was weird because isha said you can get all the froyo you want and it won’t come out of your paycheck because you’re her most “dedicated employees”. which basically means she really likes you two.
your boyfriend looks up from where he had his head down against the counter with the fan blasting on him, trying to escape the heat.
“awww, is katsu hot?” you hum, tickling the back of his neck with your nails.
you both thought it was a good idea to get this job during summer because, well… froyo? in summer?? who would pass that up?
you thought you would make so much money in tips from how busy you’d be. but recently an ice cream parlor opened up across the street and everyone has been going there instead, leaving your shop empty.
“what d’you think?” katsuki sighs and you sit on the counter next to him. you place the bag of food down and listen to the rustling as he digs through the bag.
you connect your playlist to the shop’s overhead speakers and hop down from the counter to prop the door with the frog statue half the size of you.
“i still don’t understand why isha let you buy that.” katsuki mutters through his burger.
“because it attracts customers.” you reply, grabbing the small chalkboard sign off the table next to you.
you write the word ‘welcome!’ on the board before putting it in the frog’s hands. the breeze coming through the door feels good and feels like a sign.
“i don’t fuckin’ see any.” he scoffs and you turn around.
“be optimistic!!” you exclaim as you walk back over to him. you steal a bite of his burger and you hum in approval. “this is gooooddd.”
“i got good taste, i know,” he smirks at you.
“yeah, just look at me!!!” you smile.
“hideous thing you are.” he says and softly presses a kiss to your forehead.
thirty minutes pass and you still haven’t seen anyone come into your shop at all. you’re sitting in a chair behind the register, lazily messing with your nails and singing along to the music on the speakers. nobody’s here anyways, who really cares?
“you did your homework yet?” katsuki asks from behind you where he’s refilling some of the more popular toppings that seem to run out faster than the others.
“katsuki, my love, my future husband,” you spin around in the chair and grin at him, fluttering your lashes. “pleaseeee do mine? i’ll do your english next time!!!”
the blond glares at you, his eyes narrowing before he rolls his eyes and grumbles something under his breath. he grabs both of your notebooks and walks to the lounge room back of the shop.
“mommy, look at the frog!!” you look up and see a little boy and his mom walking into the shop.
“hi!!” you smile and the lady waves at you. you wish katsuki wasn’t in the lounge room so you could finally prove him wrong.
you try to be subtle and not stare at them as they grab cups and scan over all the flavors. the boy points at the chocolate flavor and the mom pulls the levers on the ice cream dispenser.
they walk over and its cute to you how enthusiastic the boy is about the yogurt. the mom helps the boy put his own toppings in the cup before doing hers.
“did you find everything okay?” you ask as she puts the two cups on the scale.
“mommy, she looks like sis!” the boy points at you.
“sorry about that,” the mom sheepishly grins.
“awww, it’s okay.” you grab a sticker from the roll of stickers underneath the counter and hand one to the little boy.
“what do you say?” the mom wraps an arm around him as she gives you the money.
“thank you, sis!” you aren’t even the slightest bit of mad about him calling you sis. you wave them off as they leave and as soon as they walk away you rush to the back.
“katsuki!! we got a customer—actually two, and you missed them, dummy!” you open the door and see him sitting on the couch in front of the cctv cameras, scribbling in your notebook.
“look at you being all studious.” you coo, leaning over the back of the couch and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“look at me doing your homework because you forgot. again.” the blond says and you ignore that comment.
“the little boy called me sis!! how cute is that? are you jealoussss???” you smile against his cheek.
“you want me to be jealous of a little boy? how sick are you?” he asks and you furrow your brows in sudden thought. “yeah… might wanna go check if there’s any more imaginary customers.”
you quickly realize he might be right and in a hurry you don’t close the lounge door behind you. you walk back to the counter and see a middle aged man standing on the other side of the counter, putting a few gummy bears on his ice cream.
“hi, sir.” you grin, leaning against the counter and watching as he walks up to the register.
“well, i was wondering if there was someone who cared enough to work here.” the man says with a light scoff.
“yeah, that’s my fault. i’m sorry.” you awkwardly smile. “is this all?”
“yeah, if you know how to calculate properly and don’t overcharge me.”
you fall silent as you wait for the numbers on the scale to zero out. “you can put it on the scale now.” you try to keep your smile like isha says a good employee should.
“could you go any slower?” the man places the cup on the scale.
“sorry. our scale is kinda old. it takes a second.” you reply. the silence between you two isn’t pleasant and instead it feels unsettling and heavy.
“your total is—“
“you got a boyfriend?”
you look up at him. “um…”
“i’m asking for my son. don’t look at me like that.”
“uh, i mean, yeah. i do. he’s here. in the back. he also works here.”
“so your manager is just letting a bunch of kids run the place? sounds a little irresponsible to me.”
“sir, your total—”
“hey.” katsuki’s voice echoes from behind you. “is there a problem?” you don’t dare turn around and instead your gaze falls to your fingers resting on the counter.
“nothing wrong here.” the man shrugs.
“i’ve been watching the cameras. you’ve been talking to her for like a minute. care to share what you’re talking about?” the blond asks, stepping closer, so close that your shoulders brush against each other.
“the scale was evening out.” you mutter, looking up at him with that one expression he knows all too well.
katsuki looks at the screen on the scale and back at him. “you don’t need to hold conversation. especially if it’s making her uncomfortable.”
he leans his hand on the counter and glares at the man. “seven dollars.”
the man digs into his wallet and leaves two one dollar bills and and a five dollar bill on the counter. you already knew he wasn’t going to leave a tip.
the man walks out and then katsuki looks at you. you’re silent and try not to meet his face.
“hey.” your boyfriend puts his hand on your shoulder and you finally look up at him. “you okay?”
you nod and he moves your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
“are you sure?”
“just… i dunno. it was weird.” you mutter.
he looks at the front door before gently kissing you. “i’ll take the next few customers if you want.”
“so you do think we’ll get more customers?” you gently smile.
“shut up.” katsuki steals another kiss from you. this one lingers on your lips long after he pulls away.
“if they’re any like that guy, we’re closin’ early. and i’ll personally tell isha why she needs to keep a taser under the counter.”
“katsuki we are not tasing anyone while we’re at work.”
“maybe you won’t, but i will.”
you stare at him before gently kissing his jaw. “thank you. really.”
“don’t worry about it.”
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a/n : it took forever to edit this because i wrote this on notes on my phone instead of googles docs on my laptop and it copied and pasted into tumblr so weird 😔
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – getting caught with bf!suguru geto by dad!masamichi yaga ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
your dad has been a teacher at tokyo jujutsu high for as long as you can remember. even years ago, when you were still in elementary school, you’d sit on the field and watch your dad train with his students or do your homework.
every time he pinned his students to the ground and they surrendered in defeat, you’d cheer for him and he’d rush over to you and scoop you into his arms.
he never told you the details about the divorce. he never made you feel like it was your fault. but your natural observance and curiosity made up for his avoidance of the subject.
on nights where the house is quiet and you can’t sleep and you feel particularly lonely, you remember how your mom cried every time she looked at you.
you remember all the times you’d hear them quietly arguing in their bedroom when your dad had already tucked you in. however, it wasn’t arguing, more like back and forth bargaining about something you were too young to understand. your brain made up its own conclusion. still, your dad made up for it in every way possible.
for yaga, it was like he blinked and you were about to start your first year in high school. and suddenly, it was the end of winter, flowers were blooming, trees no longer looked like mean, awful shadows in the night, the weather became tolerable again and noses were ten times more runny.
it was the last few weeks of junior high. you were lying on the school’s empty field, staring up at the sky. you were trying to make shapes out of the clouds above you. from a young age you always admired the endlessness of it all and it became a sacred tradition between you and your dad.
during school breaks, he would surprise you with a trips to the best peaks in japan to get the best views. there was nothing he loved more than seeing you smile so of course, he’d do anything to make that happen.
you were snapped out of your trance when you heard a familiar voice call your name. you sat up and looked towards the building to see your dad with three other kids all in jujutsu high uniforms.
“coming!” you called, gathering your shoes since you had taken them off to feel the grass beneath your feet as you walked over to them.
the tallest one had unusually pure white hair and circular shades. you immediately assumed he had the most talented hairstylist in the city because there was just no way that was his natural hair color.
the shortest one was the only girl. she had pin straight, brown hair. within the next few weeks, you’d help her cut it into a shoulder length bob. she waved at you with a smile so small you had to squint to see it.
“these are your upperclassmen. they’ll be second years.” your dad put a hand on your shoulder when you came up next to him. he introduced his other two students and they said things you didn’t quite register because your eyes were completely glued on the other boy.
“this is geto, the most sane one here after ieiri,” as soon as geto made eye contact with you it was like your dumb, little junior high heart exploded. geto was the type of guy you’d write in your diary about and hide it from your dad whenever he asked what you were doing.
how else could you describe him except beautiful? his smile was so gentle and friendly. compared to gojo’s loudness and ieiri’s nonchalance, geto was everything in between.
“hi.” you muttered and introduced yourself. you maintained eye contact with only him although you were talking to all three of them. “i’ll be a first year.”
“awww, we’ve already met our first underclassman!” gojo exclaimed, ruffling your hair. yaga grumbled something about ‘scaring her off’ and ‘don’t get any ideas or i’ll tear one into you’ as he walked down the hallway, and gojo and ieiri followed.
your father was terribly mistaken. gojo wasn’t the one he had to worry about. it was geto.
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“it’s so… hot.” haibara groans from where he is, right on the wooden floors of the hallway. tokyo summers are always brutal, but this one especially. you can see the heat waves rising from the concrete and you can barely hear your two friends over the sounds of the cicadas.
“please put your blazer back on.” nanami mutters. you and him are sitting next to each other against the wall. at least one of you is trying to maintain composure. you’re on the verge of sliding down and plopping right next to haibara on the floor.
“i don’t know how your blazer is still on!” the brunet exclaims.
“nanami, you don’t have to act all tough around us.” you try to joke but it’s so hot nothing is even funny. “besides, you guys are lucky. at least you have the option to remove some clothes.”
“when are we switching to summer uniforms?” the loudest–uh, strongest shouts from the other end of the hallway. ieiri is walking next to him smoking a cigarette which you all know that yaga would scold her for smoking indoors.
“there are my favorite first years!!!” gojo grins as he saunters up to you three.
“we’re the only first years.” nanami deadpans.
“tomato, to-mah-to.” the white haired boy shrugs and his eyes land on you. “can you ask your dad to push the date up a few more weeks?”
“this heat wave is going to kill me before he gets the chance to.” ieiri sighs, brushing her bangs out of her face and behind her ear.
“i don’t think teachers can do that. but, uh, i guess i’ll ask tonight over dinner. he’s just so busy and worked up all the time.” you reply.
“what could he possibly be worked up over about???” gojo asks.
“probably you.” haibara comments.
“true.”
“you should have a heat stroke, then maybe he’ll care enough.” ieiri smiles.
“that’s not the kind of attitude a future nurse should have.” nanami groans then looks at you. “no pressure.” that’s probably the second time you’ve heard him make some kind of humorous remark this whole school year.
“you know who’d also really care?” gojo says and you roll your eyes. you know where this is going. “suguruuuuuu.”
your shoes are suddenly really interesting. heat rises to your cheeks and not because of the temperature. everyone knows that you two have a thing for each other–everyone except your dad.
“okay, shut up!” you exclaim while trying to hide your flustered smile.
“speaking of suguru, he’s in class 2. it was him and gojo’s turn to clean the classroom but he volunteered you for his place instead.” ieiri says and you glare at him. of course you wouldn’t mind spending time with suguru but you can’t admit that and boost gojo’s ego even more, if that’s even possible.
“fine.” you stand up and smooth out your skirt. you tuck your damp bangs behind your ears and begin to walk off.
“awww, look at her. they grow up so fast.”
“don’t make me an uncle! i’m not ready yet!”
“shut up, gojo!”
the walk to the classroom felt unbelievably slow but eventually you got there after ignoring the heavy sound of your heartbeat in your ears. suguru is sweeping the last corner of the classroom when you walk in. suguru recognizes your footsteps almost instantly and he looks up. his gaze softens at the sight of you.
“hey, sweet girl.” suguru says.
“hi.” you gently smile, sitting on the instructor’s desk as he finishes up. “soooo, i heard gojo was supposed to be here.”
“and instead you’re here.” he looks at you one more time before sweeping the trash into a dust pan and tossing it in the trash.
“i guess i am.” you swing your legs back and forth as he approaches you. “how was your day? i barely got to see you.”
“because gojo wanted to get on your dad’s nerves.” he groans.
“yeah, but that’s normal.” you smile. he presses a kiss to your cheek and you try to squirm away, saying something about ‘i’m sweaty’ and ‘it’s too hot for that’, but he keeps peppering your face in soft kisses.
“what?” he asks between kisses and you can feel him smile against your skin. “i can’t miss my girlfriend?”
“your gross and hot and sweaty girlfriend?” you hum, hopping down from the desk and grabbing a chair. you slide it over to the chalkboard and you can feel his eyes on you.
“stop staring, pervert.”
suguru turns around and begins whistling. you grab the eraser and carefully climb on top of the chair. you start swiping at the board, erasing the writing from the day and you feel a hand on the back of your leg.
you look down and suguru’s staring up at you. “just keeping you steady.”
“thanks.” you whisper. you place the eraser back on the shelf and his hands come up to your waist. he lifts you and gently places you down back on some random kid’s desk. you’re sure they won’t mind if you exchange a few kisses on the same surface where they do their work.
“suguru…” you look up at him.
“i don’t care about the heat.” he replies before you can even get the rest of your sentence out. his hands are still on your waist as you close the distance between you two.
the world silences around you and his lips are warm and gentle against yours. you break apart just to laugh about something stupid before resting your fingers in the strands of his hair by his neck. the next few seconds are bliss before you hear a slam and realize the blinds aren’t closed.
“geto.” you’d recognize that voice anywhere. suguru immediately parts from you as if you have a contagious disease and you internally cringe.
“sensei.” suguru bows and awkwardly stands there before excusing himself. yaga gives him a death stare as he walks out. that’s the worst part. your dad didn’t even say anything.
your gaze drops to your hands in your lap. you don’t know what to say. you don’t even know if you should speak.
“i expected gojo.” yaga sighs, leaning on the instructor’s desk. “or haibara. even nanami.”
“i’m sorry, dad.”
“what is it?” he asks and you look up.
“wha–”
“what is it about him? what makes my student so special to you?”
a lump gets caught in your throat at the thought of saying the wrong answer. your dad has never made you feel invalidated before but now everything has changed. the image he had of the little girl you once were is altered. never gone, just different.
“dad, he’s just…” you swallow and blink back tears of humiliation.
“hey,” yaga notices your hesitation and catches sight of your glossy eyes. “enough about him. what’s wrong?” he walks up to you and holds your hands in his larger ones.
“please don’t be mad. are you mad..?” you look up at him and his heart nearly breaks. not from what he just saw, but from the fact you thought he’d ever be mad at you for something so simple as love.
“no, honey. no, no, no. never that.” he mutters. “you’ve obviously got feelings for him. i can’t be mad at you for that. and i can’t be mad at him for that either.”
“suguru’s just really nice. and understanding. he’s stable, like i can trust him not to do something stupid… and leave.”
you watch your dad’s jaw clench at that word and he pulls you into his arms. “geto is very reliable. one of the most reliable students i’ve had in my whole teaching career. he never bails on missions. it’s no surprise you’re in love with him.”
“okay, wait, did he pay you to hype him up or something?” you pull back and look at him. “also, i’m not… y’know, in love with him.”
“i’ve seen the way you look at him. i should’ve noticed sooner honestly.” yaga explains.
“there’s just something about him, dad.” you whisper.
“what?”
“it’s corny.”
“love is corny at first.”
you sigh and look back down at your fingers. “he’s gentle. i can go to him whenever i need to be comforted.” you look back up once you realize what you’ve said.
“i mean, whenever you’re not around. you’re very busy as a teacher these days.” you smile, smoothly saving yourself from your choice of words.
“uh-uh. trying to keep your little boyfriend and his friends from making me go insane.” yaga huffs. “for the record, i like you with him the most than all those other little boys from junior high.”
“oh, please don’t remind me of them.” you roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands.
“that one boy… what was his name, daichi? the one who gave you flowers and said he picked them from his mother’s garden when they were actually storebought?”
“yeah, that was actually an apology because i caught him kissing another girl and i cried.” you sigh and your eyes flick up to his. “this doesn’t mean you get to kill him by the way! i know you, dad!”
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – post beach breakfast with husband!kento nanami in malaysia ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
“are you sure you don’t want me to order anything, honey?” your husband asks, resting a heavy hand on your upper arm.
“no.” you smile, popping a raspberry into your mouth as you look up at him. his hair is still damp and there is a towel slung over his shoulder. “will you help me though?”
“of course i will. now stop eating the fruit, or we won’t have any to go with the pancakes.” kento grins as he steals a few blueberries from the white bowl of berries you’re holding before you place it on the counter.
he moves around you with ease, grabbing a pan, switching the stove on, gently redirecting you away from the heat, all the domestic, attentive things that made you fall in love with him when he was still that emo kid in high school.
“go dry off, i’ve got it.” he looks at you over his shoulder and catches you admiring his back muscles. he’s right, you think. you two had come inside from the beach a few minutes ago and you’re soaking the floor with your wet footprints.
you had woken him up on the first day of your honeymoon, and now that it’s dawning upon you, you feel kinda bad. kento is always so tired and exhausted, but you promise yourself to let him get some reading in and sleep as long as he wants for the rest of the week.
you were already in your bikini and wanted to go for a swim before putting anything in your stomach, against kento’s numerous requests. your argument was that the uv was especially high and who was he to argue with his beloved fiancee–ummm, his beloved wife of four days.
you wander back into the primary bedroom and into the bathroom. the leds on the mirror illuminate your new tan and you smile to yourself when you catch the tan line on your shoulder underneath your bikini strap.
you grab a folded towel off the counter and run it through your hair, lazily drying the roots with minimal effort. you’d end up blowdrying it later anyways because kento had told you that he wanted to take you out for dinner.
you drag it over your body, making sure that your feet, legs, neck and arms are mainly dry because it’d be overwhelming to cook while still dripping wet.
“ken!” you shout, wiping stray droplets from your cheeks and hairline.
“yes, my love?” he calls.
“let me do the pancakes, kay?”
“okay. well come on, i’m done with the batter.”
you make your way back to the kitchen, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl before moving next to him. kento glances at you as you’re chewing and raises an eyebrow at you.
“what? ‘m hungry.” you mumble.
“mhm. because who wanted to go to the beach so early in the morning?” he hums, kissing your forehead and pulling you into his chest.
“you did, silly.”
“oh, my memory must be playing tricks on me.”
“you know, that does happen with age, old man.” you snicker and he pinches your cheek because you both know you’re only a year older than him and not even thirty years old yet.
you still remember the day you saw him for the first time. it was the beginning of a new year and you, satoru, suguru, and shoko were all second years.
you were walking through the courtyard after principal yaga had sent you to go collect something for him from the other classrooms. foolish choice, really, because you weren’t coming back any time soon.
you came across two kids at one of the drink vending machines, one was brunet and had a wide eyed expression, the other one was taller and was blond and looked like he was constantly mad at the world.
the shorter boy was kicking the machine and dramatically whining and yelling at it while the other one just watched him, muttering something you couldn’t make up from how far away you were.
everyone knew that vending machine was infamous for never working correctly and you had to press a million buttons just to get it to work. however, it looked like they had no clue.
“hi!” you grin, walking up to them. “ummm, need some help?” you ask.
“oh, yeah!” the brunet replied. “this vending machine’s stupid. it ate my money but won’t give my drink.”
“yeah, this one’s tricky like that,” you explain, pressing a few buttons like satoru does to get it to work. “are you guys first years?”
“yeah, my name’s haibara yuu.” the brunet said as you look back at him. your eyes drifted up to the other boy standing next to him.
“i’m nanami kento.” he muttered.
“not the talker, nanami.” you hummed. you already knew satoru was going to have fun terrorizing him. “you want anything?” you asked.
nanami stammered and stumbled over his words before trailing off and you just decided to get two more of what haibara was getting. the three colas dispensed and you gathered the cans into your arms.
“woahhh! thanks!” haibara exclaimed happily. nanami immediately took the cans from you to free up your hands and you didn’t miss that small action. you smiled up at him and he quickly averted his eyes back to haibara.
“what year are you?” nanami asked.
“second.” you replied.
“thank you. again.” the blond said and both boys bowed in front of you.
“it’s okay!!” you grinned, bowing back. “i suggest avoiding this one from now on.”
“well, we have you now, so we can scam this vending machine all we want. right, kento?” haibara elbowed nanami and you almost laughed at how visibly discomforted he looked.
you decided to go before yaga left the classroom and began searching for you himself. you excused yourself but not without glancing at nanami a few more times. he was so polite yet so reserved at the same time.
back to the present, you manage to get away from kento after a few shared laughs and grab the bowl with the pancake batter in it. you slowly pour a little bit into the pan and watch it start to cook.
“i think that’s the best one.” you say.
“you say that every time and at least one comes out burnt.” kento rests his chin on your head and wraps his arms around you.
you look down and see the gleam of his wedding ring around his finger and think back to just a few days ago when you were trying not to cry walking down the aisle while he was crying with haibara standing next to him as his best man.
“it adds character.” you reply and he presses a kiss to your temple. he watches as you flip the pancake and repeat that action a few more times until the bowl is almost empty. you can feel his muscles start to relax.
although he’s learned to get rid of all that tenseness in his shoulders and back when he’s around you, him knowing that the next six days will be just you two separated from the world makes his body melt into you even more, if that’s even possible.
when you pour the last pancake into the pan, kento pulls you by the hand away from the stove and into his arms. he splays his fingers across your bare waist and you lay your head on his chest.
the two of you slowly drift around the kitchen to no noise at all, just the soft sound of the waves crashing into the shore and the harmony of the rhythm of each other’s heartbeats. you place your palms on his chest and smile into his skin.
“i can’t believe this is my life.” kento says quietly, like if he’s too loud he’ll shatter the moment.
“what?” you reply.
“you. here. i can’t believe i’ve kept you this long without screwing it up.” he explains. “don’t know where i’d be without you. probably back in japan at my stupid job.”
“the one that used to make your head hurt so much you said it felt like you were going to explode?” you look up at him.
“something like that.”
“well, you know i love you, right? and that’ll never change.” you reach up and cup his cheek in your palm. “i’m wearing your ring and i have your last name, i’m not going anywhere, baby.”
“yeah,” he slightly turns his head and presses a kiss to your hand, then your knuckles, and then your wedding ring. “i know. and i love you too, sweet girl.”
the sound of sizzling and cracking interrupts the blissfulness of it all and you look over kento’s shoulder to see smoke coming from the pan.
“ken you jinxed me!!” you exclaim. he grabs the spatula on the counter and uses it to pick up the blackened pancake and turns down the knob on the stove with his other hand.
“and you distracted me,” he gently guides you out of the way as he discards of the ruined pancake. “was this part of your plan all along?” you fold your arms over your chest.
“yes, my love,” he grins, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “i meticulously and intentionally planned to express my love just for you to forget to flip a pancake.”
“sounds like first degree murder to me.” you huff and he pulls you into his chest.
“what’s my sentence, then?” he hums, engulfing you into his warmth.
“infinite relaxation and love from your darling wife.”
“how long?”
“for life. with no bond or possibility of parole.”
“of course, your honor.”
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a/n : the way it was so freaking fun to write this at 4 in the morning
୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – shopping spree and a sweet treat with bf!yuuji itadori ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
“i’ll get you auntie anne’s” was what you told him at eleven in the morning when he was on the couch playing fortnite with megumi, inumaki, yuta, and panda. you didn’t even have to say that, he would’ve went with you regardless but this just seals the plan.
you could hear groaning and laughing coming from his headset as he said his goodbyes and ripped the thing off. you watched as your boyfriend wandered around the house looking for his car keys and a shirt to put on.
“so,” yuuji called from the other room. “where do you wanna go?”
“can we go everywhere?” you reply.
“everywhere, she says.”
“yes, everywhere!”
yuuji stepped into the hallway where you were standing with your purse over your shoulder and a small pout. “define everywhere, honey.”
“ummmm, hollister, brandy, ulta, victoria’s secret,” you listed the names of the stores on your manicured fingers as he led you out of the house with a hand on the small of your back.
“okay, okay, got you.”
which is why he’s now standing outside a dressing room, leaning against the wall, holding your purse with complete enthusiasm. he didn’t complain about the kpop charms or sonny angel or mini labubu hooked onto the chain when you asked, he just took it.
“i never realized how good i look in blue!” yuuji hears you exclaim on the other side of the door and he suddenly perks up at that.
“can i see?”
“i don’t knowww, these dressing rooms are kinda small, yuu…” you mutter just for you to open the door and drag him in. his eyes scan over you in a striped blue bikini and you smile up at him.
“do you like it?”
“don’t put that back.”
you grin and pull out a shirt from the pile of clothes you grabbed before walking into the dressing room. you hand it to him and watch as he hesitantly takes it, then you also grab a shirt that’s matching his.
“i thought of us. isn’t this so cute!” you exclaim, sliding the top on over the bikini.
yuuji holds it up to his chest to avoid putting it on and you both turn to face the mirror.
“yes or no?” you hum and meet his gaze that’s still locked on you through your reflections.
“yes. obviously yes.” he chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek. “thank you.”
“for what?” you ask.
“for thinking of us. love you.”
“i love you too.” you turn away from him to hide how much your smile just grew. “okay, now get out! i’m getting hot and i still need to try on more stuff!!”
in ulta you make him carry your purse in one hand and the shopping basket in the other while he follows you around.
he doesn’t know the slightest thing about makeup even when nobara tried to educate him and ended up telling you he was a ‘lost cause’ and there was no more she could do for him.
so he doesn’t really have much to say except for when you ask for his opinion on something. he always knows what you want to hear, so that’s what he says to see that smile of yours.
“is this my shade?” you ask, turning to him. he didn’t even see when you applied some… what is that? concealer? foundation? either way it did match your skin tone from where it was planted on your hand so he didn’t ask further questions.
“yeah. looks good.” yuuji nods.
“awwww really??? thanks.” you grab a product and drop it into the basket. “now don’t start wandering off and get lost like these other boyfriends.”
“yes ma’am.”
you end up in the men’s fragrance section and you keep peering over his shoulder to look at everything he touches and secretly take pictures. he catches you a few times but he knows you think you’re being so sneaky so he lets you have your fun.
“i kinda wanna work here,” you say from behind him. “you think the employees get discounts?”
“it’d suck if they didn’t.” yuuji mutters as he reads the label on a body mist.
“also i’ll get to wear all my cute outfits here.” you add, hand curling around his bicep as you two continue to walk.
“you get to wear your cute outfits everywhere.” he says with a small grin. you notice him staring intently at a cologne and you immediately grab from the container of small papers on the shelf behind you.
“here. just in case.” you hold them out in front of him.
“baby, you got six.” he comments but takes them anyways.
“you can never be too sure! shopping for me is like those stupid video games for you.” you explain.
he sprays the cologne onto the paper and smells it. he hums in approval and holds it out for you to smell too.
it smells like amber and cedarwood and the type of cologne you’d also apply to yourself before a night out with him, just so girls don’t get any ideas.
“that’s good.” you nod. “i wonder if they have matching scents for women. like something with vanilla and caramel.”
“you love matching, don’t you?” he asks as you take his hand into yours and lead him to the women’s fragrance section.
“how else is everyone supposed to know you’re my boyfriend and i’m your cool, hot, sexy girlfriend?” you reply.
“by just kissing me.” he leans down and gently kisses your forehead and before he can pull away you tug on his hand and kiss his cheek. “see? like that.”
after ulta, you buy yuuji the mini pretzel bites that come in a cup like you promised and steal some from him because the girlfriend tax is real and he thinks it’s fake until the boyfriend tax is brought up.
now you two are standing outside of a 7 brew waiting for your drink. yuuji’s eating his pretzels and still holding your purse while the shopping bags are in the car. you rock back and forth on your heels, blowing bubbles with your gum as you hold onto his arm.
“what’d you get again?” he asks.
“blue raspberry.” you reply.
“just that?”
“you know i’m picky when it comes to these things. i’d hate to spend money on something i don’t even like!” you explain, resting your head on his shoulder.
“my money, by the way.”
“have i ever told you i love you?” you smile. suddenly, your order and name are called and you walk up to the employee to grab your drink. you thank them and grab a straw.
“wanna try?” you ask as you stick the straw into the cup and hold the drink out to him.
“it’s so blue.”
“yuu, sweetie, it’s blue raspberry. keep up.” you watch as he leans down to take a sip out of the straw and his expression barely changes, but you still caught it. “you like it.” you tease, poking at the apple of his cheek.
“it’s good. you’re not gonna get a sugar rush from that, right?” he throws his arm over your shoulders as you two cross the parking lot to his car.
“ummm, well, it’s an energy drink, so maybe?” you smile up at him and plant a kiss on his jaw.
“thank you for today. i love you.”
you watch as heat rises to his cheeks and he opens the passenger door for you with a sheepish grin and you take the cup of pretzels from him to free his hands.
“you know i’d do anything for you.” yuuji says as he fastens your seatbelt due to your hands being full and he leans on the car door for a second longer before kissing your temple. “i love you more.”
“no, i love you mo–” the car door slams shut before you can even finish your sentence and you can hear his muffled laugh.
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