ᯓ★ valko comforts you! <3

You'd had a shit day.

It wasn't a particular thing that ruined your mood. It was just… this weird feeling of wrongness that messed with your mood.

You sat in your living room, curled up on your couch, a blanket draped over your legs and your laptop perched in your lap. You were binging your favorite show in an attempt to feel better, but there was still this restless, anxious energy humming in your chest.

You heard the small jingling of keys, then, your door was creaking open.

Valko.

He stepped in, toeing his shoes off at the door before smiling at you. "Hey, you." He tilted his head slightly, instantly noticing a weird shift in the air. "You okay?"

You forced a tiny smile. "Yeah."

He stepped into the living room, his movements slow. Carefully, he picked up your legs to make space for himself on the couch and sat down before placing them back over his lap. "You sure?"

He eyed you carefully. Then, without asking, he leaned over, cradling the back of your head to pull you toward him as he rubbed his nose to your temple. "You don't smell 'okay'," he murmured.

You recoiled. "What? Do I smell bad?"

"That's not what I meant." He placed a hand over your leg, rubbing it through the blanket. "You smell… sad."

You swallowed. "You can smell that?"

He gave a small nod.

You sighed, closing your laptop. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel—I feel sad and I have no idea why." You blinked up at your boyfriend. "It feels so stupid to say out loud. How can I feel sad without having any reason to?"

You barely had time to react before he was shifting. He grabbed your laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and pulled you sideways into his lap, your blanket bunching up on your lap.

"Valko, what are you—?"

"Not everything needs a reason," he said, drawing circles over your back.

You let out a soft exhale. "I sound crazy, Val."

"You don't sound crazy," he countered, moving you so your head was tucked under his chin and your cheek was pressed against his chest. "Sometimes we just have bad days."

You were quiet for a second. And for just a second, you started accepting his argument. But the doubt of the day slowly crept back in.

You opened your mouth again and murmured a quiet, "But I am crazy." You pulled back to look at him. "Do you really want a crazy partner who can't even tell you why they're upset?"

Valko's lips twitched up slightly. "I want you, period."

"But—"

"There's no but's. You're stuck with me. Do you understand that?" You scoffed, about to give another protest, but he continued, "I'm not going anywhere. So just sit here and let me do this."

He didn't give you a chance to respond to that either. He wrapped his arms around you, tucking you back under his chin, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.

You finally melted, the tension in your shoulders draining out. "Thanks, Val."

He hummed, sinking back into the couch so you could rest across his lap more comfortably. "Anytime."

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“…this is my girlfriend.”

the room fills with absolute, soul-leaving-the-body silence.

you step into the living room, smile bright and easy. “hi! i’ve heard so much about you guys!”

you wave, and your bracelets jingle, your hair bounces, your voice is warm and musical.

and you look…yeah. you look insane.

low-cut top, skirt that fits just right, glossy lips and sparkling eyes. the kind of pretty that makes people sit up straight without realizing.

across from you, gojo’s frozen. geto’s blinking like his brain’s buffering, and toji stares at you, a little dazed.

“choso talks about you all the time!” you continue, undeterred, clasping your hands together.

three heads snap towards choso, who’s’ standing there stiffly, one hand hovering near your back, his face dusted pink.

gojo’s mouth opens and closes. “…huh?”

“girlfriend?” geto repeats for clarification.

you hum, looping your hands through choso’s arm. “yeah!”

“how,” toji adds, very seriously, “did you pull her?”

you gasp softly. “oh my god, that’s so rude—”

choso stiffens, but before he can say anything : “he didn’t pull me,” you continue, almost offended. “i liked him first.”

silence. again.

“you like weird, quiet choso?” gojo asks incredulously. “you can’t even see his eyes! his hair’s—”

“he’s perfect,” you say with a grin. “choso’s so sweet. he listens to me ramble, like, all the time, which is impressive, honestly.”

choso’s ears redden. “i don’t mind,” he says quietly.

you smile at him. “i know.”

gojo presses a hand to his chest. “this has to be a glitch in the matrix.”

toji just laughs. “nah, the quiet ones always—”

“alright,” choso says, and his hand finally settles at the small of your back, gentle but certain. “we’re going upstairs.”

you brighten immediately. “oh! okay!” you lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“lead the way,” you hum.

choso’s entire face goes red, from collar to ears, eyes wide for half a second before he manages a stiff nod.

“…yes,” he manages, already turning, one hand finding yours.

“wait, are we watching that movie you mentioned? the weird one with the—”

your voices fade up the stairs.

after a few seconds, gojo launches to his feet. “how—how did he—she’s—”

“a campus ten,” geto supplies.

“a twelve,” toji corrects.

upstairs, in choso’s room, you curl into his side, nuzzling your face happily into his neck.

“do you think they liked me?” you ask nervously, chewing on your bottom lip.

choso gives you a small smile, kissing your forehead. “i’m sure they did.”

you tangle your legs with his, reaching for the remote. “well, it only matters if you like me, anyway.” you give him a pointed look, smiling. “which you better.”

“i do! i do, a lot,” choso splutters with a reddened face.

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