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Messing up a boys order on a random day

Your hair was unwashed, tangled and overall neglected. Having thrown it into a bun so many times it grew dry, and brittle.

You’d been working, and doing overtime to get your mind off the heart break you were going through. It didn’t help you were going through it and having to deal with work, school and your boss all together.

Rude customers topped it all off. If you weren’t already feeling so pathetic the customers really helped.

“I didn’t order this! I ordered it with three pumps-three! Do your dam job kid!” An old lady, who was probably on the brink of being divorced, pink lipstick and a bad blonde bob was waving the drink in your face as you could only hold in a sigh.

“I’m sorry Miss..” you mumbled. You couldn’t even muster up the typical apology, you’d only hoped she’d ask for your manager so they could deal with the situation.

“Who even would order this?-what if I was allergic and you gave me the wrong drink!!” The sence she was causing was now causing the line to back up causing people to groan behind her.

Running off a coffee and about 3 hours of sleep your vision blurred. Being yelled at like this, it felt humiliating. All eyes were glued onto you. Probably ridiculing you. Giving someone a distinctly different order, how incompetent.

“I’m sorry Miss, we’ll have your order ready soon..” you reassured.

After that you tried harder to focus, you’d been making mistakes all week, and you were already on thin ice with your boss.

Your eye bags were prominent as you rung up orders, no tips ment no money, and as if to add onto the orders you were understaffed, and already under paid.

A spikey haired boy was the last order of the day it seemed, as business had slowed down. He said nothing as he showed you his receipt.

Your vision was fogged ever so slightly as you fought it off, you’d get some sleep soon. If you could stop thinking about how much your bedsheets smelled like your ex boyfriend.

“8.89” you mumbled handing him the drink.

He took it before glancing at it. His dark blue eyes looked at you.

“Uh…I ordered a black coffee..” his voice was smooth and deep.

And you’d given him somthing completely different, an iced latte. That was all anyone was ordering today. You felt like the gods above were simply mocking you.

You were prepared for him to yell or get upset and storm away. You didn’t want to end the shift with an upset customer. So your mouth moved before your words could.

“I-uhm sorry about that sir, I’ll give you your correct order free of charge..” you mumbled shuffling to the back.

He didn’t get a chance to reply. His brow cocked ever so slightly. Before watching you shuffle your way to the back to make the drink.

‘Understaffed’ he noted to himself. This coffee shop was somewhat old, and many workers had quit. But he came here on weekends to study, less people ment less noise. And the drinks were decent.

So watching you do all this made him feel kinda bad.

You shuffled towards him, with your strained apron, uniforms collar crinkling to the side as you carefully handed him his black coffee.

“Here-as promised free of charge-“

“There’s no need” he cut you off

Oh god he was upset wasn’t he. Can you blame him? Who gives such a simple order wrong?

Before you could mentally degrade yourself he handed you the money. His expression was so..bland? His eyes on the money.

“Keep the change..” he nodded to you as you blinked. Your first dam tip all day..

“Oh,thank you..!” You said, the first real smile lifting on your face as he turned around and walked away.

Your eyes never left him, even as he left. He had two large dogs with him, one white, and another black. You watched as he rubbed their heads,. Uniting them from the pole as they toted away.

Huh, strangely your shift felt more..worth it?

“Name! Help me close shop why don’t you?” Your co worker barked as they tossed their apron else where.

“But it’s not my turn! I’m not on the clock!” You protested wanting nothing more but then to go home and cry.

“You gonna complain or help?” He asked. “Literally what else are you doing?”

“No!”

It was your first time refusing like that. To do over time you wouldn’t be paid for. And it left you relived. You were already feeling horrible why would you want to do over time?

As you laid in your strong scented bed you rolled over with a groan. You let the tears run down your face-because what else could you do? Nothing. Besides suck it all up.

It was only Monday, and you had work tomorrow..again..

The first customer you got was the same bitchy old woman who swore up and down you were unfit for your position.

“You gonna get my order wrong again?” She fussed crossing her arms. You were internally groaning. If she knew there was a chance why would she even come back?!

“No Ma’am!” You cheerily said handing her what she had already ordered before making the sassy remark.

“Did you make this? Ya know I want-“

“Three pumps yes!” You cut her off wanting nothing more than for her to get the fuck out of the store.

“I didn’t get my straw!-“

“You got your order can’t you just get out?” A voice spoke up from behind her. The same spikey haired boy from yesterday. With two others next to him.

“Yeah, your holding up the line I have places to be” the girl with the bob spoke up. Using her thumb to motion to the door.

The lady, clearly only dead set on bothering you gave no fuss only clicking her teeth as she walked out.

You let out a sigh for a moment before collecting yourself once again.

“Hi welcome, what can I get you three?” You asked the trio.

“One black-“

“Oo! Can I have a jelly donut and one glazed?” The pinkie next to him spoke before the brown haired girl next to him awed

“Oh oh! Me two but one vanilla sprinkle!” She said.

“Eww sprinkle?” The pinkie fake gagged making the girl glared.

“You’re getting a JELLY filled donut, you’re sickening!” She countered.

“Well fushiguro is paying” he shrugged looking at the spikey haired boy who looked beyond irritated.

“One black coffee please?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Okay, coming right up!” You smiled accepting his cash. The register clunked with coins as you opened it to give him his change, but he held his hand out to stop you.

“Keep the change” was all he said before walking out of the line making you blink. His friends trailed behind him.

So fushiguro was his name huh..

As you made their drinks and packed their orders you wrote on his cup, which you rarely did.

“Enjoy fushiguro! <3”

As you pondered it felt, somewhat invasive? You didn’t know him and wouldn’t have known his name had it now been exposed by his friend.

Well the sharpie was already on the cup..great.

So to not make it weird you wrote cute doodles on the friends cup. A Kirby on the pinkies cup, and a heart with a “yummy!” On it for the brown haired girls.

“Name! There’s something wrong with the machine!” Your annoying coworker called. Have he no mind of his own. Why did he always call you for minor issues?

“Coming….” You mumbled shuffling to the back.

meanwhile as megumi picked up his and his friends ordered he went back to sit at their table.

Yuji quickly snatched his donuts as he awed at the food-as per usual.

“Eat it with your mouth not your eyes”

“That sounds DUMB kugisaki.”

Megumi held the cup in his hands as his friends bickered over nothing

“Enjoy fushiguro! <3”

His eyes gazed over the writing before sipping his drink anyways, not sparing another thought. But somthing just told him this wouldn’t be the last time he’d come to this small short staffed store.

He could get black coffee anywhere, but he’d probably come back here. It wasn’t far from campus, and the girl severing was sweet.

And she made his coffee just right.

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I kept saying STORE. Instead of fucking cafe or somthing. And idk why I wrote barista reader like this but fuck it I’m not editing anything

Nerdjo x nerd!reader

Over the course of your last academic year you’d grown to absolutely despise two things; English class, and Satoru Gojo.

The white haired boy whom you’d grown to hate was the bane of your existence. It was like with everything you did he felt the compulsive need to one-up you. You hadn’t won a single school competition in months, and yes, that included having the highest grade in your year. 

Oh, and English class? Yeah, he’d ruined that too. At first you thought it was an accident, his foot would bump against the leg of your chair, sometimes even your foot. Gojo was a long-limbed boy after all– tall and wiry, clumping around like a baby giraffe. It was excusable, he wasn’t quite used to the size of the seats in that godforsaken room.

But as the year progressed it started to become more blatantly obvious that he was doing it on purpose. Whenever you would raise your hand to ask a question or share your answer, his toes would just so happen to bump against the back leg of your seat. 

Without fail you’d always spin your head to glare at him, to which he’d give you a guiltless shrug, the wickedness stored behind his face’s innocent look— okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic. But either way, he’d always find a way to throw you off kilter. It was like he had this innate instinct to irritate you, you didn’t even know why! You’d never even spoken to him outside of class…

Gojo had practically ruined your life, joining this college was supposed to look amazing on your resume. You were promised hundreds of academic events that would put your brain to use, give you something to feel proud of winning, and instead you always came second place. All thanks to Gojo kicking your chair. It didn’t matter where you were taking the event, he’d always sit behind you, purely so he could kick your chair.

Gosh, you wanted to punch him. Maybe that would wipe the stupid smirk off his face.

Soon enough, the end of the year approached and you were presented with the realization that final exams were coming around. You’d been locked in for days, grinding all the material you’d missed out on from your (very few) days off school, and fixing any wonky notes from English. But secretly, you knew that wasn’t enough.

You were going to have to confront him.

With a master plan in your head and what felt like a hundred books on your back you headed through campus, hoping to run into Gojo in the library. Much to your luck, you did. The white haired boy was slumped over his desk, glasses askew, face smushed into the textbook in front of him— literally. Was he asleep?

You plopped down on the other side of the table, staring at him for a few moments. Kind of creepy, but it was well deserved! Part of you felt kind of bad when you shoved your foot into his shin. Gojo sat straight up with a yelp, his glasses remained on the table as his shin flew into his hands– his knee knocked the edge of the wood. 

Ouch, double homicide. You steeled your grimace, closing your eyes for a brief moment as the blue eyed boy took deep breaths. “Sorry.” You muttered unwillingly.

He glared at you. “What the fuck was that for?” He hissed, reluctantly pulling his hand away from his shin to grab his glasses. You cocked your head at him, watching him shake his head to rid of the stray white locks obscuring his eyes.

“What the hell do you mean? You literally kick me every lesson!” You exclaimed as quietly as possible, trying to keep your voice down. You leant over the table, glaring at him. “And for the record, you had that coming.” 

Gojo pouted. “That hurt by the way, you’re lucky I’m not going to kick you back.” He grumbled, glancing at his injured shin before sliding his leg back down on the floor. You heard the thump of his foot against the wood. “Plus, you always know the answers before I do– English is the one lesson I don’t have the best grade in.”

“Oh poor Satoru.” You mocked, folding your arms over your chest. “Cant you let me have one thing?”

“It's Gojo to you, asshat.” He seethed, tapping his finger onto the table. “And no. I have a scholarship to maintain, you’re only trying to get the highest for the sake of feeling good. People like you don’t deserve to feel good.” What the fuck? That was kind of harsh. What did you ever do to him?

You scoffed, “Yeah alright, whatever you want.” You paused for a moment, gauging his face. “Just… with final exams can you not kick my chair? I’m willing to bribe you, what do you want?”

Gojo’s eyes practically lit up. “A box of cream puffs from the bakery around the corner and you have a deal. I promise, I’ll never kick your chair again.” He begs, sitting straight like an excitable puppy hearing the cheese packet open. 

With a loud snort you nodded, “That’s it?” He hummed. You extended your hand over the table. “Deal then. Pleasure doing business."

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note : this is a slight au where hidden inventory doesn’t really happen and suguru is another teacher at jujutsu high! wow so fun and original… also everyone is like one year up in school. so megumi is a second year.

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Bf!Megumi isn’t a huge fan of pda, but still wants to make sure that everyone knows that you’re with him—keeping it low-key with something like interlocking your pinkies. 

Bf!Megumi has his own way of showing his love for you. It's not loud or bold like most relationships, and hearing an “I love you” from him is a rare occurrence. But every time he leaves your favourite snack in your room, remembers the most random things about you, or helps you catch a plushie from a claw machine that refused to leave its confines, with a gruff, “don’t mention it”, you’re reminded over and over again that he really does love you a lot. 

Bf!Megumi is a great listener. You tend to ramble around him a lot, speaking for the both of you since he’s not that talkative, but you never expect him to remember your thoughtless musings. Until he surprises you with a perfume from your favourite brand with a simple, “you said you liked this one”. 

Bf!Megumi absolutely loves it when you shower him with physical affection, whether it be in the form of light kisses scattered all over his face as a result of cuteness aggression, or snuggling close to him at the end of a long day. He doesn’t initiate often, so whenever you’re touching him in any way, he melts. And when you playfully tease him about it later, he’ll get all quiet and grumpy, but he never denies it.

Bf!Megumi loves kissing you. Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, he’ll wordlessly tug you closer, leaving soft pecks on the corners of your mouth before kissing you slow and deep. He doesn’t do this normally, only on occasions where he’s tired or pent up with stress.

Toge never wanted to use his cursed speech on you.

But god, it would be so easy.

It's been 13 days, 7 hours, and 2 minutes since he's last seen you. Saying he missed you would be an understatement. He was going to die, deprived of your love and affection- your mission was only supposed to last a few days, a week at most, he wasn't emotionally prep-

"Hello?? Toge? Are you still there?" Your voice chimed through the phone, concerned at his silence

"Salmon, bonito flakes." He felt bad for going silent, for worrying you, but the only thing he could think of was how easy it would be.

All he has to say is 'come home' and you'll be on the next train back.

All he has to say is 'come home' and he'll be in your arms again.

All he has to say is 'come home' and you'd be back to kiss him until he can't think straight.

All he has to say is 'come home'.

itafushi x you

containing: yuji itadori & megumi fushiguro

a.n: guys what would u do if i just responded to an ask with “no” like genuinely

Synopsis: you’ve worked alongside Gojo Satoru for years; he’s painfully arrogant, critical about everything, and infuriatingly competent at his job. Worst of all, he’s just as striking as everyone thinks. For once, someone looks your way, why is it he cares so much?

tags: lowkey enemies/rivals to lovers, reader has a thing for being praised, journalist au, unedited (sorry :P)

pt. 1 - pt. 2

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You'd thought the intern was trying to get a good word out of you at first. It wasn't uncommon for aspiring journalists to do whatever they could to get their foot in the door of such a competitive industry. The fact that he had been accepted onto the office floor seemingly was not enough for him. Hey, you could appreciate a handworker.

The clicking of the keyboard directly before you could only be overshadowed by the usual smacking of gum from the editor who was absent today. Her vacant desk oddly quiet. You flipped through your notebook and added even more sticky notes to your monitor, reminders of all the tasks to complete this week.

You were just about as type A as a person could be, everything was done on time, and done well. You had made something of a name for yourself and the validation kept you going. You devoured praise like it was the only thing sustaining you. That was the type of attitude that landed you positions in the greatest opinion piece publisher in Japan.

You weren't the only one who was overly competitive; however, no, someone else had become well-known even beyond his article acclaim.

The sweet little interns watched that man now like hawks. The moment his boisterous presence entered the open floor of the office cubicles, eyes followed him with an anxious reverence reserved only for the brain behind the words so many bore witness to.

Satoru Gojo was a well-known creature, even outside of journalism, the press, and the news.

Today, of course, he was in one of those moods. He sauntered into the room with a casual arrogance of someone who knew full well that the earth continued to rotate because he demanded it to be so.

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THESE ARE ACTUALLY SO FUN TO MAKE 😍😍 alsooo im planning on making an itafushi only series soon sooo stay tuned for that 🥳🥳

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and though the greatest pirate , gojo satoru , is deaf , he remains to be one of the most spoken people in all of ancient tokyo . but when he comes across a siren , he is not frightened , rather curious . however , curiosity is never a good thing , especially for a man who walks on a tight rope . deaf pirate gojo satoru x siren gn reader

piratexsiren AU, deaf gojo satoru x gn! siren reader, drowning, violence, blood, death, horror imagery, supernatural creatures, deaf gojo, siren reader, rusty writing, r! is mentioned to have long hair

𝕲𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 could not hear the thunder of cannons, could not hear the crack of masts splitting apart during storms, nor could he hear the drunken songs that rolled through the ship at night like waves themselves.

and yet, somehow, he was the finest navigator aboard.

summary: writing or drawing on your skin also creates the same temporary markings on your soulmate, allowing for communication (save for specific or identifying information).

content: soulmate!au, (at least somewhat) canon compliant (set/follows jjk0, some canon divergence), yuta's cousin!reader, reader can see curses but is not a sorcerer, when it gets to the soulmate convo via the writing: reader's notes are just italic, toge's notes are italic and bold :)

wc: 2.4k

part of the i'll find you in every universe series

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throughout your youth, as did everyone once they were old enough to start transcribing messages to their soulmate, you'd find yourself doodling or writing small messages to your own soulmate, the medium of passing notes being your own skin.

sometime close to the end of elementary school, most kids would start to be able to share notes via temporary skin inking. some started developing the messages earlier, some later, but virtually all eventually.

you spent your younger years growing up alongside your cousin, yuta. he had found his soulmate almost right away once he was able to trade notes, easily being able to pick out his best friend rika's handwriting. the handwriting that would occassionally grace your limbs was not a familiar font for you.

it saddened you some, knowing that this constant in your life up until now would now also be a constant in another's, but those thoughts gradually quieted until they were silenced entirely as yuta, and now also rika, still included you in their adventures.

being around yuta so often meant you had already been around rika by association, the three of you becoming quick friends, although the two of them had been the closer two of your trio. this made sense when they discovered they were each other's soulmates.

you were there with them, walking along the sidewalk that afternoon, when the accident happened. while rika manifested on yuta, you still were not spared from the world of curses, still developing your own resistance to cursed energy as a result of being present for the accident, and still having a strong friendship with both rika and yuta. the resistance, unknown to you, gained in its strength the longer you were around yuta, and therefore also rika, following the event.

you were glad to be able to be there for yuta through the aftermath, keeping him company and being a grounding presence during his years getting bullied in school and trying to understand rika's company, even looking like a scary ghost, even after death.

you refrained from sharing much of anything, if anything at all, about your soulmate notes after the accident. you were worried it may seem unfair to yuta, that you still had a soulmate to meet and be with, while he had to watch rika suffer as horrifically as he did.

after a brief period of this, yuta seemed to catch on, and made sure to reassure you that he didn't consider it that way - he wanted you to share about your soulmate and their notes to you. he wanted to be involved in your life and your experiences still, despite his life playing out differently.

you remember crying into his shoulder that day, unsure what to respond with - an apology? a thanks? - instead letting all of your emotions out through the water coming from your eyes.

from that point on, you opened up more, sharing little jokes or pictures that your soulmate would write on their skin to share with you. they seemed funny, and also caring. they'd ask about your favorite flower or your favorite food, asking about your day and your friends, and you'd do the same. you'd share all of your discoveries with yuta, and he'd be there to share your excitement, just as he had said he would be.

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when yuta woke up face to face with who he now knew as satoru gojo, the first thing he asked about was you. gojo assured him you were fine, and for then, that was all that could be done about that conversation.

however, yuta started pressing gojo further about you and your whereabouts once he learned what this school was truly for. he knew you were able to see rika, and you had voiced your fears with him previously after times where you would see scary figures that no one else seemed to be able to.

at hearing this, gojo starting investigating more into you and your life, and it wasn't long after that he figured it would be smart to at least bring you to the campus until he could find out if you had any cursed energy - maybe you had gained something at the same time, or in the meantime while being near rika. he even considered the idea that you were similar to maki, but when he confirmed that you could see curses but had no cursed energy output, gojo was sure that you should stay at the school in order to be kept an eye on.

yuta arrived at your door one day, smiling widely and seemingly vibrating with excitement. there was a taller man standing behind him and to the side, wearing a similar uniform to your cousin, but also donning a blindfold.

yuta introduced him as gojo, his new teacher. he also informed you that you'd be coming with them to his new school, and that you'd be staying there with him as well. as much as you weren't incredibly fond of the idea of going to a new school with new people, the idea of being with yuta again was enough solace for you to give a nod in response.

you packed a few things with you before leaving with your cousin and assumingly your new teacher as well.

when you arrived to tokyo jujutsu high, you were shocked almost into silence at the surrounding greenery. the school grounds were beautiful, and you almost couldn't believe that this was where you'd be living, at least for the foreseeable future.

these thoughts flooded your brain until yuta and gojo stopped to introduce you to the other students, yuta's now friends since he had been here for a bit already before you were brought in, one of which was effortlessly competing (and winning) in a beauty competition with the surroundings.

you were introduced to maki, who, despite outwardly seemingly otherwise, said she was excited to have another girl on the campus, as well as to have another person who wasn't chock full of cursed energy. you smiled softly at her, nodding in recognition.

next was panda, who was… well, a panda. you stared in confused awe, unsure how a panda was standing in front of you and holding a conversation. He waved at you during the introduction as a hello, so you waved back to return the gesture.

lastly, you found yourself meeting eyes with the man that you found yourself intimidated by, even if just by his features. he stood out to you immediately, the one you thought might even be more beautiful than the outdoors. you caught his name during introductions, toge, just barely, as you were close to zoned out just from looking at his amethyst eyes.

you found yourself unable to meet his eyes after that, heat nipping at the tips of your ears as you nodded in greeting while looking at your shoes. your head jerked back up to analyze the student in front of you when, after introductions, he gave you a short wave and a mumbled 'kelp'.

when he saw your eyebrows furrow in confusion, he directed his attention to gojo, pointing in your direction.

"tuna mayo," he said, which aided no further explanation, but did cause more confusion for you.

your gaze turned to gojo as he chuckled, "oh, right, i forgot," gojo said, "just like how yuta has rika's cursed energy, toge can utilize cursed speech. it's a family technique, from the inumaki clan, but he can imbue cursed energy into his words. this causes his words to incite action, regardless of if he means to or not, so he sticks to a vocabulary of rice ball ingredients to make sure nothing happens accidentally."

you nod in understanding, not fully getting it all but sure it'll all make sense soon enough. you would be living here, after all.

you noticed toge tugging on his zipped collar, pulling it down far enough to display the markings on his cheeks. you realized that he was doing so to allow you further understanding, and you hoped the look in your eyes portrayed your thankfulness at his thoughtfulness.

you felt a slight disappointment at the realization that you wouldn't be able to properly talk to the cute boy, but if he was able to communicate with others still, just using his own language, maybe you'd be able to get the hang of it, too.

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for the next few days, despite the introductions and having yuta to accompany you and help you acclimate to your new surroundings and neighbors, you kept to yourself for the most part. it was still a new place, new people, and new world views regardless (because who would have thought jujutsu sorcery was more widespread than just yuta), and you found yourself requiring more time before opening up.

later one night, while you were lying awake on your bed in your dorm room, you grabbed a pen to start talking with your soulmate. you hadn't noticed any new notes since you had been here, and you had been so busy getting used to your new surroundings that you also hadn't had time to send any their way.

you opened the pen, situating it on your wrist to start writing, hoping it would be visible enough to catch your soulmate's attention quickly.

sorry for the lapse in messages! been a busy few days for me, got a last minute change of scenery haha

sitting in his own dorm bed, toge immediately notices the new writing appearing along his wrist. it had been a few days since he had last heard from his soulmate, and he had already planned to write an opening note of his own soon if it was radio silent for much longer.

he read the words as they appeared, smiling softly at them, glad that it wasn't that they just got bored of him or something along those lines. he grabbed his usual pen from his bedside table, starting to write under the message that his soulmate had just written.

long time no write, stranger! family move or something?

toge knew any specific or identifying information wouldn't get transcribed to his soulmate, so he tried not to ask anything that would result in a more specific response, one that he wouldn't be able to see.

you were excited to see that your soulmate was writing back quickly, that your silent spell didn't drive them to thinking you disliked them. you continued to share your written conversation with the other person.

something like that :) had to switch schools, but i've really been enjoying it!

toge smiled at the response, glad to know that his soulmate was still doing well despite having to go through some change.

i know you can handle anything, even big changes! that's kinda cool actually, my school also got some transfer students in recently

you stare at the new message appearing on your arm, unable to stop your heart from starting to race at the idea that the boy with the pretty lilac eyes and kind disposition could be the person on the other side of these notes. surely not, though, you find yourself thinking to yourself. what were the odds of this one person being your one person?

toge was having similar thoughts, curious if the pretty new girl was who he had been trading notes with for most of his life. what were the odds that you just transferred schools, and that his school, for the first time in ages, just got new transfers?

toge notices your hesitation, unsure if it was more from intrigue or worry, and comes up with an idea.

he knows he briefly showed you his clan seal the other day, hoping for the visual to give you a better understanding of gojo's explanation of his technique, knowing it likely all sounded confusing to you.

so if he were to draw his seal, and it wasn't you on the other side of these notes, there wouldn't be any harm - his soulmate would just think he was doodling, or maybe think he was crazy. however, if it was you, you'd know it was him, and the idea that there was even a small chance it was you was enough for him to start drawing right under his last message.

toge could feel his heart dropping the longer that went by without a response from his soulmate, fearing he did genuinely scare them off now.

what he didn't know, though, was that you recognized the seal drawing the moment you saw it. you knew it was him.

that was enough to send you bolting up out of your bed, not even bothering to change out of your set of mismatched pajamas as you left your room and entered the hallway. you eagerly made your way to toge's room, knocking timidly on the wood of his door, nerves finally catching up to you, as you were waiting for him in the hallway.

toge jumps at the sound of knocks on his door, but with the small hope that it could be you on the other side, he found himself scrambling off of his bed and quickly going to open the door.

and, as expected, you were each met with the other when the door opened, each of you meeting the gaze of the other.

after a few moments of looking at each other, you softly smiled before holding out your arm with the markings on it. you watched his face as he looked down at your outstretched arm, his hand coming up to brush against the drawing on your arm, an exact match to the one he had drawn himself on his.

when he looked back up at you, he had a small smile on his face as well, which shifted into a smirk as he lifted up his index finger to you, wordlessly telling you to wait a moment. he retreated back into his room, grabbing his pen and meeting you back at the door again.

he extended his arm, writing something more, but positioning his hand to where you couldn't see as he was writing, instead having to wait to see it transcribe itself onto your own arm.

you gave him an unbelieving laugh when you read his message: so eager to meet your soulmate you didn't even think to match clothes ;)

he chuckles smugly at you, pointing into his room as he steps to the side of the doorway.

"you want me to come in?" you asked, realizing you'd need to get his onigiri ingredient language down so that he could more comfortably communicate with you verbally.

"salmon," he says with a smile, nodding.

"that means yes?" you ask again.

his eyes glittered at your desire to learn how to talk to him, other than the writing on your skin. he nodded again to confirm, eyes creasing from a smile behind his collar as he repeats, "salmon."

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a/n: sorry for the delay!! i've been working on a move with my husband and it's just much slower going than i was expecting it to be. i have some things this week that i am able to write during, but not pack/move things, so i'm hoping to get a few more for this series taken care of in the meantime so i don't have to delay more updates for the series! part 2 for jotaro's is in the works, and will be out sometime hopefully this week before this soulmate saturday!

tags!: @oksukuna @slowdeive @pinkskeletonbones @swxxtchxrrixs

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syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.

cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!

{a/n.} so... i believe apologies are in order... ahem... IM SOOOO SOOO SORRY FOR ABANDONING U GUYS FOR LIEK 2 WEEKS OMG im finally recovering from being sick and demotivated to write so hopefully the next chapters will come out a little quicker (dont get ur hopes up but im trying my best i swear), another little roadblock is that i currently dont have my own laptop anymore :c i've been having to share with my mama and she needs it most of the time since she's doing online uni classes on it which obviously take priority over fanfiction LMAO so until i have saved enough money to get my own im gonna be cranking stuff out kinda slow for now,, buuut gave u guys an extra long chapter to make up for the absence!! the next three chapters are also all like halfway done so they'll probably be posted back to back once i've finished with them hehe

“you don’t understand,” he drawls, draping himself over one of the velvety chairs like a wounded cat, “you strip me of my beauty.”

“i have no idea of what you keep prattling about,” you mutter, setting aside the sweets which you’d brought earlier— letting out a huff at how he deliberately clears his throat to not let himself get distracted.

“a mirror!” satoru exclaims, throwing up his hands in mortified agony. “how am i to know that my visage is perfectly pristine as about— well, right now?”

(really.)

“mirrors do not hold your reflection, satoru,” your lofty voice carries his hands back to your sides— long, faint murmurs of his fingers drumming against your ribs. “why, if you’d really like one, i could arrange a bewitched glass from maudey’s, i’m sure she wouldn’t—”

“it is not a measley glass i want, silly human,” satoru’s lips brush against your jaw, feeling the lump in your throat grow bigger and bigger and— “it is your eyes.”

kind stranger!choso comes to your ꒰rescue꒱ on a night out ꒰cw꒱ hurt/comfort; angst to fluff; inappropriate touching (back/waist) but choso has something to say about it art creds to @/MOHIMOHINOSIRI 1.3k

You probably should have left when your so called friends did.

But the music was loud, the cocktails were sweet, and you were not ready to end your first night out in forever just because they decided to ditch you. What else were you supposed to do? Go home and cry about it?

Fuck that.

Just one more song couldn't hurt, right?

"Do you come here often?" the guy that had been trying to talk to you all night finally took a seat next to you on the bar, just as you were catching your breath after enjoying the dance floor solo. It was an art, really – evading suitors while twirling around the space, sporting your best don't even try it look anytime someone got too close.

But this one didn't seem to get the hint.

You were getting ready to smile politely, tell him you're taken even though you're not, and watch his face twist in disappointment before he finally left you alone.

But…no – before you could even say anything, you felt a hand slide down your back, and your entire spine tense like it had been electrocuted. Surely he wasn't just sliding his filthy, uninvited hand on you before you had even exchanged a hello?!

You snapped your head to the stranger fast, feeling your stomach drop with anger and disgust, but as you opened your voice to protest – someone else cut in.

"Is he bothering you?"

he really does.

you’re sitting across from him in the little booth of some quiet café, sunlight slipping through the windows while you ramble about something—something important, probably. school? a movie? someone being annoying? honestly, he should know.

because he started listening.

he did.

but then you tucked your hair behind your ear.

and smiled.

and now he’s completely doomed.

“—and then she literally looked at me and said, ‘well maybe if you—’”

you’re talking with your hands now, expression animated, eyebrows furrowing dramatically before smoothing out again. suguru hums absentmindedly, chin resting against his hand.

“mhm.”

god, you’re pretty.

he notices everything in awful detail.

the way your lips move when you talk too fast. the tiny crease between your brows when you’re being serious. how your eyes get all bright when you’re excited over literally anything.

you keep talking.

he keeps staring.

“sugu?”

“mhm?”

“did you hear anything i just said?”

“…yes.”

you narrow your eyes immediately.

“what did i say.”

he pauses.

“…that someone was annoying?”

you stare.

he smiles like that’ll somehow save him.

it does not.

“wow,” you deadpan. “you werent listening at all.”

“i was,” he says calmly.

“suguru.”

“i got distracted.”

“by what?”

he blinks once, completely serious.

“you.”

you stop.

“…what.”

he reaches over, absentmindedly playing with your fingers on the table.

“you talk alot,” he says, voice soft, teasing. “pretty hard to focus when my girlfriend looks like that.”

your face heats up instantly.

“oh my god shut up.”

“am i wrong?”

“yes.”

“liar.”

you hide your face with your sleeve while he quietly laughs.

“continue,” he says after a second, still smiling at you like you hung the moon. “i'll actually listen this time.”

you point accusingly.

“you better.”

ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“well babe, this is why i’m always gone! meet tsumiki and megumi!” he shouts, using his arms to make the introduction more dramatic. “megumi is toji’s kid.” he whispers the loud part.

not quietly enough, because the young boy rolls his eyes at satoru. “this guy stinks.” he mutters to the small girl next to him. the girl gives him a pout, “that’s not nice megumi!” she scolds quietly.