Harapi

“ Wow, this ingnited sichuan pepper squid is actually really good. “

You take another bite, filling your cheeks and letting your tongue go numb from the spices.

“ Yeah. I remember when Uncle Iroh first convinced me to eat it. It was when I was banished. I come eat it for the memories sometimes. “

His eyes guage your expression and he turns his head towards you when he realises what he said, then waves a hand dismissively.

“ Well— I mean, not the bad memories, like the part of being banished. What I meant to say was- “

You snort, your shoulders shaking along as you snicker.

“ Wha— Hey, I— “

“ I know what you mean, Zuko. It’s okay. “

“ Yeah, sure you do. “

He takes another bite, with more sass this time.

“ Hey, I came from complimenting your taste in street food and you’re mad at me now. “

You pat his shoulder and that gets his attention. He turns his head, you lean in close and land a kiss on his sichuan pepper oil-coated lips.

“ Don’t be sassy at me. “

Your gaze rakes over his now turning-red face, his lips still parted and his eyes hazy.

“ Wh— I— “

Your fingers come up to graze your numbing lips.

“ Woah, kissing you is like putting on a spicy lip plumper. “

Zuko doesn’t play when it comes to kissing him, so he puts his sticks of ignited sichuan pepper squid down to let his warm hands cradle your soft cheeks, and presses a soft kiss against your lips.

You snicker against his face before steam starts coming out of his hands, his face, EVERYTHING, basically. It’s warm, it feels like you’ve lighted a hearth except you’re way too close to it. You pull away slowly, staring at Zuko whose cheeks are red, his shoulders are rigid and his jaw’s clenched tight.

“ Zuko.. you let out steam when you kiss me? “

drabbles

“ Yeah?! We— Well you suck! And people only like you because you have a pretty face. Other than that, you have the ugliest personality and the worst attitude ever known to mankind! “

Your hands find his collar and you clench it between your fingers.

“ You think I’m pretty? “

He leans closer.

“ KGH!—“

Your face goes red. Your hands lets go of his collar. He doesn’t move away.

“ No, you’re– freakishly-looking too! People favour you because you’re.. “

He grins, and you smell a stronger scent of whipped cream.

“ What? “

“ Cat got your tongue? “

“ No, I’m— just thinking of what to say because I’m at a loss for words righ— “

“ Or you’re flustered and I shut you up. “

“ HA! Shut me up? There’s no way, I’m singing like a cana— “

“ MPPPPHHHHHH!! “

You protest and shriek, his hands now gripping your collar, but he pulls you towards him instead and presses a firm kiss against your lips.

There’s no denying, he’s pretty AND he actually did just shut you up.

[] - 五條悟 x reader

" Hear that? He doesn't like you. "

Part 2.

genre: 13+, moreee swearing, no inappropriate stuff, banters and second hand embarrassment

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The whole time you’re stretching your limbs onto the wet grass, you’re blushing and giggling to yourself. You swore you had rolled back and forth as well.

Suddenly, her life’s turned another page and she’s spending missions with Suguru Geto, handsome boy, and finally being able to get rid of abu the monkey, Satoru Gojo. What a nice life.

You don’t know where it came from, but a water bottle smacked the back of your head, causing you to yelp and look up from your stretched legs.

“ What are you doing, moron? “

“ Huh? “

“ I thought you listened to Mr. Yaga’s instructions, I’m clearly stretching, you asshole. “

He scrunches his nose out of annoyance and shakes his head.

“ What? “

“ No, not that. I’m talking about that weird thing you’re doing with your face. You get all tomato-red and start to do that uncanny shit with your teeth. “

He frantically points at his face.

You cock your head to the side, relaxing from your painful position right now.

“ You mean, smile? “

“ I didn’t know stuff like that was so foreign to you monkey alien-like hybrids. “

One second, he goes quiet and his lips part, then he lets out a full blown laugh full of wheezes.

“ What? You inherited your humor from the one and only Satoru Gojo? Hilarious. “

His uncannily long ass fingers come up to ruffle your hair, more like mess up your ponytail and push you to the side using your head.

Hours of practice fly by like birds, shit. And you end up panting on the grass, eyes squinting at the hot sun blinding your sight. It’s so hot, it’s so hot, your ears ring. Then you look to your left, and a voice brings you out from your doom.

“ Are you blushing or are you sunburnt? “ A chuckle comes out, and Geto sits beside you, holding out a water bottle with water droplets of condensation running down his fingers.

“ H— Hi- Hey. “ Once again, you stammer and you press your lips tight together when he stares at you like that. It’s definitely just the heat, but he’s adding onto the red pigment. He unscrews the bottle cap.

“ U— Uhm, no it’s. Just, just really hot so maybe neither but soon enoug— “ The bottle’s held towards your lips, and it presses against the flesh.

You look down at the clear plastic before looking back at him with his offering, neutral smile. Is it, possible for stomaches to flip more than twice?

“ Less talking, more drinking, kouhai. “

Your warmed up hands come up to hold the bottle and you let out a pleased hum of acknowledgement to yourself before you take a sip of the water handed to you.

After taking enough sips, you hug your knees, bringing them to your chest. And you notice that he takes a rake over your figure.

You muster up the courage to speak, tilting your head to the side.

“ I’ve always wondered why you don’t treat me like how Gojo does. “

His eyes soften, and his lips tug into a small grin, you think he’s staring at your hair, gaze drifting downward to your eyes.

“ You’ve got something. “

His hand reaches out and the back of his fingers slightly caress your cheek. You lean in tentatively, cheeks turning red. Would this be your first kiss?

His fingers tug at your hair a bit before he plucks a leaf out of your bangs, you blush. But not because you’re flustered, but because it’s embarrassing that you’re pursing your lips and waited for a kiss.

“ Oh. “

Your fingers drum on your knees now, and you look back down onto your sneakers, closing your eyes shut and breathing out through your nose. How embarrassing!

You don’t get a single minute worth of rest at all, even after thinking you were about to be kissed, you hear feet shuffling behind you. Whip cream, blue soda pop, white hair. Dude.

“ Wow, Suguru. Didn’t know you had the guts and the gag reflex to sit next to little crybaby kouhai. Just another minute here and I might just puke. “

Weights tug onto the ends of your lips, and form a frown. You turn away, and Suguru doesn’t seem to catch it. Instead, he lets out a small snicker and shakes his head.

“ Can’t I get a moment alone with her? “

Satoru seems blown away from that, cocking his head backward and reaching over to take the water bottle you drank from and take a swig from it.

“ What? She’s got your eye now? “

“ Huh— “

“ No. “

“ I just wanted to talk. Considering the fact that, you know, I’m going on missions with her starting from next week. “

Satoru huffs out laughter through his nose and leans forward and turns his head to the side to gauge your current reaction.

“ Hear that? “

“ He doesn’t like you back. “

“ You should really give up on trying to make him notice you– Ha! The only way you’d be noticed is if you started crying and wailing again lik— “

He pauses at his words, lips parting and glasses sliding back down to the upper part of his nose bridge when he tilts his head upward to look at you stand up.

Your hand itches at your elbow and irritation and rage gnaws through your skin. Your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip and a small sniffle comes out.

You turn around, hair swaying along the swift movement and you look down at your feet before you muttered beneath your breath.

“ You— are horrible. You’re awful. You’re super awful. “

You stammer, and your bangs continue to cover your face before you send a glare towards Gojo. You try to ignore the sight of Suguru’s slightly concerned look. And ignore the way your bottom lip juts out when you speak.

“ You’ve said everything you can to me. Can’t— “

You breathe heavily, and you stand still.

“ Can’t you get out of my LIFE already?! You’re an ass, and- and I haven’t even done anything to you! You constantly em- em— embarrass me and you like it when I cry. “

“ You’re a dick! You look like one! I can see why nobody goes out with you to eat food! It’s— It’s because you’re a massive jackass! “

It’s not enough. Screaming and cussing at him’s not enough. And his stupid face looks more bewildered and amused than hurt and realising. Your gaze darts around, and you spot the half full water bottle beside Suguru.

You don’t know what took over you, but you swing an arm and the bottle’s clenched in your hand, cold water spilling and wetting your fingers.

You take a sharp inhale before you splash it on him in a sudden burst of rage, aiming towards his face. Your ears ring and you grip the empty water bottle harder. Just one last, one last. And you aim the bottle at his wet head of hair.

Droplets run down his black glasses, his white, usually sticking-out, fluffy hair flattens and is drenched with now slightly grayer locks of hair. His lips are parted even more. And dews of droplets continue to roll down his cheeks.

The water’s splashed across his white t-shirt as well, making it quite see-through. It sticks to his skin and your gaze drifts to Suguru Geto, who is currently on his knees and hands. His full-blown laughter brings you out of your tranquility. You look around, signaling Haibara Yu, Kento Nanami and Shoko to come look at the mess behind you.

[] - 五條悟 x reader

" I'm your senpai, you're my kouhai. "

Part 1.

genre: 13+, a tad bit of swearing, no inappropriate stuff right now, genuinely just dorkiness and banters.

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“ Get a load of this guy. “

was what circled through your mind all day, constant, nonstop, endless, eternal, ramming. The thought especially intensified whenever said guy got around you. You didn’t need to turn around and let your gaze rake over him, or have your eyes marinate on his face to recognise who he was. You could sense him away from a mile. Uncoordinated, loud stomps? The most arrogant, the loudest laugh? The huffing and snickering through the nose, the smell of blue soda candy and whip cream.

Satoru Gojo.

you always thought hating somebody would be like putting them in the back of your mind and letting them wander around while you focus on yourself and don’t give any shit about what they do or what they like. but no,

that wasn’t the case. cause for you, he was in the front row of your mind. when you sleep, when you’re awake, when you’re far, when you’re close, he’s ALWAYS there. and he makes sure that he is.

like now.

“ You’re not allowed to be laying on the road like this. You could be run over, you know. “ His fingers pinch and press against the empty candy wrapper inside his pocket, the sound itching your ear.

“ I suggest you to— “

“ Shut UP, Gojo! “ You whip your head up from the concrete, facing his face with the most comical scowl ever. You wince at the pain it brings you to bring your head up and face him. And you return to whimpering on the ground. Your forearms grind against the tough land, fingers reaching up to graze over the bleeding maroon-coloured wound on your forehead.

Gojo stands there, bringing his sunglasses down towards the bridge of his nose and lowers it to see a better view of your pouty figure sprawled on the empty road of a neighbourhood. You both initially came here to defeat a special graded curse.

And you so happened to get flung mid-air while Gojo held you up when he levitated.

“ There’s no way you’re crying over this, “ He snickers, his pearly whites flashing the most ANNOYING grin ever. And you attempt to point at him and scream at his face, but doing so would have brought out a grimace and a wince. You look down at the shadow you make with your head, and you actually bite down onto your bottom lip and shut your eyes, careful not to make a squeak or the smallest cry. Otherwise, another stupid laugh from him comes out.

What felt like an hour was just minutes, and you manage to actually get up and rub dirt on your grazed knees and ignore the sharp pain on your forehead. You limp behind Gojo, drinking a can of pop from the vending machine he bought when you were secretly crying beneath your arms.

“ You’re weak. It’s boring. “

“ Shut UP! “ Another cuss comes out of your mouth, and you grit your teeth. You can’t count how many times you’ve said this to him. And you’re convinced it’s part of your daily vocabulary list now. You’re even sure you’ve said it once in your sleep.

“ It’s just the truth. You cry over a graze. You give into the kouhai-crybaby stereotypes. That gives me a bad image, considering the fact I basically babysit you on missions. “

He sips on the lip of the can, and his head cocks upward to stare at the sun before he jerks it to the side to crack a few joints. For once, you don’t interrupt and scream a

“ SHUT UP, GOJO! “ You actually listen, and that makes you frown.

“ Hm? You’re arrogant for a senpai. You give into the senpai-dick stereotype. That gives the school a bad image, you know. Considerin— “

“ Nah, I’m the strongest. “

He purses his lips unamusedly, and you frown at the back of his head. You’re hoping for a sledge hammer to magically appear on the ground now. Just oooonnneee smack on the back of his head and BAM!

“ And you’re the weakest. “

He adds on.

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7:23 PM:

“ Alright, what’s with the ugly face? “

Shoko Iieri asks, she asks as if she doesn’t want to ask, and she takes some pressure off your knees with her fingers as if she’s preparing for something.

“ Satoru, FREAKING, Gojo! “

You basically roar and your hand balls up into a fist, hard enough to dig your fingernails into your palm and make it bleed. You smack it hard against your forehead before you let out a shriek, forgetting the wound on there.

“ He— He called me weak! No, worse. THE WEAKEST! Can you believe that, Shoko? And, and, and he said I gave into the kouhai-crybaby stereotype, what does THAT even mean? “

Shoko stares at you blankly, lips pursed and eyebrows barely even raised. What’s this look? Is she agreeing with him? And why are your eyes watering?

“ Did.. Hey, you said ugly face. Are you calling me ugly? You did, right? “

You murmured underneath your breath, recalling her words. You turn to the side and purse your lips, bottom lip jutting out before you yelp at the agonising pain from Shoko’s sudden fingers on your bruised knee.

“ KGH! “

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“ You have to stop putting so much negativity in that kid, she’s crying constantly during physiotherapy. It’s getting old and it’s starting to bother me that I have to buy packs of tissue before she comes in. “

Shoko mumbles, sticking a cigarette in between her puckered lips, fingers struggling to get her lighter out of her tight, barely-there pocket. The azure-coloured lighter flickers and clicks twice before it eventually lights up the butt.

Satoru’s head dangles over the head of the chair, making the legs swing back and forth, cuddling the back with fingers caressing the wood.

“ That’s boring. Negativity’s needed. It’s what’s good for kids these days, some sorcerers just need to know when they need to quit, like her. “

He retorts and his pale cheek squishes against the head, face bare with his glasses off. His soft white hair trickles over his own skin. His head turns to the side, gaze raking over Suguru sitting the same way he is, and his finger reaches out to prod his cheek out of boredom.

“ You act as if she’d leave. She has more motivation than anybody else to prove she’s more than what you say she is. “

Suguru bats away Satoru’s irritating butt-smelling finger as he argues. He stares at it with the curl of his lips and a nose scrunch.

“ Man, do you wash your han— “

Satoru cocks his head backwards.

“ HA! She’s not more than a stinking, crybaby, weak, weird, short, overly-motivated kouhai. “

He almost laughs at Suguru’s words and he smacks the back of the chair. Smoke flows within the empty classroom, and gets sucked out through the windows. Smells like tobacco.

“ If I were her, I’d leave because you’re a dick. “

Shoko puffs smoke out her nose and shakes her head with an amused smirk. Satoru, despite being the aim of the joke, he snickers to himself. Suguru does too.

It wasn’t a lie that you weren’t a crybaby. You, kind of were. It wasn’t the type of crybaby where you’d cry over a cockroach entering the room. But you’d sob over words that nobody really meant. Which is what gained you the title “ Kouhai Crybaby “ among the third years.

Which is why you hated Gojo so much.

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Apparently, the school was holding a sister school event with the Kyoto Jujutsu School. A football game. You recall playing that once or twice during school. It should be fun.

You dunk your face in the sink of the poop-smelling toilet, curled fingers on the side, gripping the edges before they come up to rub on your cheeks. You look up towards your reflection, and you grab a sheet of tissue besides you before patting your face dry.

You wonder who your teammates will be. This year’s students aren’t good at all in terms of football. But you guess they’ll do just—

Fine. Woah. FINE. FINE AS HELL!

You shriek at the person towering over you, and it’s no other than Suguru Geto. Chiseled jawline and beautiful slanted eyes with the best tan skin. Black long locks of hair, his scent coming up to greet your nostrils beautifully. Beautiful.

“ Hi— Hi. “

You regain your composure and tuck your locks of hair behind your ears with a flushed face before you hear the scoff beside you. Ugh, and it’s no other than Satoru Gojo, the ugliest albino freakish-looking monkey you’ve ever seen.

Immediately, your doe, batting eyes become squinted and menacing. He walks towards Geto casually and slings an arm over his shoulder.

“ What are YOU doing here? “

Your nose scrunches at the sight. And you want to get on your tippy toes to yell and make menacing glares back and forth but that’s too embarrassing, considering you’re in front of beautiful Geto.

“ I should be asking YOU that, cwybwaby. “

That stupid grin.

“ Oh har har, that nickname again, so funny, Gojo. “

“ No one’s laughing. “

You frown.

“ You know, it’s time you start adding ‘ Senpai ‘ after my name and give me more respect. Act like the kouhai you’re suppo— “

Suguru shuts him up with a push of the palm against his lips and he smiles down at you.

“ Sorry. About him. He can’t help himself. “

He snickers to himself at that, and Gojo yanks Geto’s hand away from his lips.

“ Yeah, I’m used to it. What’s— What’s uh, what’s up. You seem like you have something to say. “

You grin sheepishly, fingers fiddling with each other and you want to ignore Satoru’s azure-coloured eyes piercing through you. Somehow, it seems even more suffocating and embarrassing to speak in front of Gojo.

“ Yeah. Yeah, I do. “

A blush sprawls over your cheeks and you ALSO ignore how Satoru’s eyes squint harder at the exact moment. You almost squeal at the way Geto leans towards you and smiles like that.

“ So, uh, actually. Both me and Gojo consid— “

“ Yeah, yap, yappa, yappa, yappa. “

Gojo yanks the back of his t-shirt and steps in front, icy gaze raking over you, towering over your figure completely.

“ He just wanted to say that I’m too overpowered and skilled to be babysitting a clumsy, lame excuse of a Jujutsu sorcerer, and wants him, instead, to take my place. “

Your lips pop open and part, before you shut your eyes slowly and pump your fist. He notices it and slaps the top of your head.

“ AKH! “

Todo’s voice blasts through the atmosphere, your eyes stuck on his hella-humongous biceps. Your lips form a tight-lipped smile, head slowly turning to look at Nobara just to gauge her reaction. When your gaze rakes over her face, it’s a dumbfounded one.

You check on the sea urchin beside you, Fushiguro Megumi. You wonder what he’s thinking. With another ponder, you’re internally asking why these randos are in the school campus, a big-biceped grown man and a young woman with green hair who is uncannily identical to your upperclassman, Maki Zenin.

Well, not identical. She seems like the version Maki-Senpai could have been if she went through a tough life, what’s with the funny hair?

“ If I don’t like your answer, I may beat you half to death right here. “

He further threatens, his shirt’s off. Why is his shirt off? And he’s starting off by cracking his knuckles, is he serious? What answer does he like? You squint your eyes, your hand swiftly coming to your chin to rub before you whip your head towards Fushiguro comically.

“ And after that, drag Yuta Okkotsu or at least the third years out to the event. Suspended or not. “

He paused.

“ Oh, and by the way, “

“ My type of woman is a tall one with a big, gorgeous ass. “

Kugisaki’s unarmed, and so are you. This better end well for the both of us. Your cursed technique doesn’t work without a weapon, and you definitely didn’t expect to be fighting on a day where you were supposed to run errands for the upperclassmen.

“ I’m the same. “

“ I’m interested in girls with big boobs and a nice ass. “

Beads of tears roll down Todo’s cheeks.

Fushiguro’s answer catches you both off guard, and you let out an audible grimace, stiffening up with a hand coming up to her mouth when you almost fail to hold back your puke. Kugisaki whips her head towards Megumi, closing her eyes in defeat and biting her bottom lip comically to prevent a potential attack from the opponent in front of them right now.

She was going to kill him, right after this.

Immediately right after Fushiguro’s answer, the green-haired, evil version of Maki-Senpai smirks and uncrosses her arms, patting the guy’s huge tricep.

“ Seems like you got your desired answer, Todo. “

.

.

“ Eugh! I’m still thinking about it. “

Kugisaki grimaces, grabbing a popsicle from the freezer at the nearby Konbini. She walks up front to the cashier, her nose scrunched and her face comedically funny.

Obviously, she’d be the most pressed about it,

“ I matched my answer with his. “

“ It kept us out of harm. “

Meanwhile, Fushiguro’s eyebrows furrow, closing his eyes to let out another exasperated sigh. His luscious eyelashes bat against his skin. His voice was gruff, and even now he was still explaining his answer.

Kugisaki drops her change of coins into her belt’s pockets, sticking her tongue out to express disgust. She yanks your arm hard, stopping your train of thought, and you almost trip on your shoes when she starts strutting away.

“ I don’t feel like talking to Fushiguro right now. “

p.3

drabbles in parts by ilovemegumidih

you don’t struggle to take off the seatbelt when you arrive, hands swift with movement. and you also don’t seem to be receiving change, as you pay the taxi driver a crisp ¥3000 bill.

“ keep the change. “

you flick your hair with your hand, eyes closed as you let out a relieved, smile-like sigh. your layers billow in the cold air, and you bat your curled eyelashes when you push open the door with newfound confidence in yourself. yeah, you’re going to kill megumi and get him out of there.

“ ma’am it’s ¥4200. “

what was that again?

oh right, yeah. you’re going to kill him.

you hop off, strutting your way towards the club. from right here, you could see the neon lights peek through the closed doors and basically smell the mixtures and mixtures of alcohol here. they’re probably blasting katy perry, have too many perverts, and most likely have tons of white men.

when you hand in your id, your confidence’s gone. yeah, no, you’re not killing anybody. suddenly, the atmosphere’s changing in on you and you remember you’ve never liked clubs. you remember you’ve gotten a hand on your butt like once or twice during your highschool years ‘cause you decided to be a rebel and sneak out in the middle of the night.

you walk in timidly, your air-blown hair suddenly feeling flat and shy, her fingers graze your bangs and you brush them down to keep them from flying outwards like a lunatic. you also don’t forget that you’re still in your clothes from school, your red plaid skirt and your white dress-shirt with a black blouse over the top.

“ oh um. “

you make an attempt to try and squeeze yourself through the hurdle of men, and the paired up, chained-like arms the pretty ladies are forming. with this outfit, there will definitely be no one trying to buy a drink for you, that’s for sure. one goal; find megumi, get him home, kick his ass.

that’s if you can avoid the tall man blocking your sight by planting himself right in front of you. you basically have to crane your head to get to look at him, he’s a foreigner. he’s a foreigner, you don’t speak english.

“ College student? “ He asks.

like the shy, introverted japanese woman you are, you make a cross with your hands and shake your head, pointing your index finger at your nose before crossing your hands to form an ‘ X. ‘

" I., engurishi.. good job.. unnn.. no. “

when he made that confused face, you almost smirked.

“ Unn... Um.. I cannot.. .. engurishi. “

“ Well, that’s alright, I’m.. well, typically interested in Japanese ladies so, “

your eyes widen momentarily, eyes glued to the floor as you continue to form that funny ‘ X ‘ shape with your arms, and you basically spring back up comically when you form a response.

“ I am.. japanese otoko! “

you have a cute grin on your face, your own hands cup your cheeks when you exclaim your words. there’s no way he’ll still be interested in a “ man. “

“ Pardon? “

“ I am Japanese man. “

he steps back with a small cock of his head, and this gives you the opportunity to scurry off, back hunched and eyes glued to the floor. nice! you really do the job when it comes to scaring people off. your gaze’s still stuck to your phone, to that photo yuji sent you. now where is that area?

there’s no missing it. when you tiptoe or get on a small stepped-up platform, you can see a head of pink hair, and black, spiky hair.

“ Yatta. “

you make your way towards that area, fixing your plaid skirt and clenching your fist to prepare yourself. once again, you clear your throat and regain your composure, muster all that courage up to speak. come on, it’s your boyfriend. and more importantly, he’s wasted.

yuji spots you within the corner of his eye, and he raises a hand and waves.

“ you came! “ m

he sounds sleezy, and his tone’s all slurred. did he drink more than megumi or did megumi drink more than him? your eyes dart over to the sea urchin beside yuji, and his head’s laying on his arms.

“ yeah, i figured i can’t be leaving him by himself and come home drunk alone. “

you walk yourself over to megumi before yuji smacks and nudges his shoulder, standing up all boozed and hands all over the place to stable himself.

“ your only.. LOOOOOVVEEE is here. umphh. “

you watch yuji struggle to stand, and you ask whether or not ozawa or somebody will be taking you home, otherwise, he’d be coming on the drive back home.

“ mmmhh, yeah. ozawa’s taking me. don’t worry. as long as i enjoyedd.. mm, being megumi’s hot boyfriend for the time being, you’re his reaall love. “

it isn’t long before he gets smacked on the head hard by you.

there’s a definite reason why you and megumi are together.

meanwhile, you turn back to the unmoving megumi fushiguro on your left, and you sit on the seat itadori was waiting on. you mirror his position, leaning both your arms stacked onto the round table. your cheek squishes against your arm, leaning your head completely against your sleeves.

and his eyes open, letting out a small sigh when he stirs awake, eyelashes fluttering against his eyelids, finding his gaze instantly landing on you.

he grumbles slightly, and your eyes are expectant, surprised by the sudden stirring of his sleep.

p.2

drabbles in parts by ilovemegumidih

guys im genuinely cryinf i dont know how to link a “ next “ or something bruh help me im new

9:56 PM.

You stand up from your seat, watching the circle-shaped robot clean the floor with wipers and mini mops on the ground before your fingers start to work on feeling your files and papers, shoving them back into your bag with much care. A sigh leaves your lips, and after hours’ session of ignoring your phone and keeping it under your thigh, you pick it up. Obviously expecting nothing, no ring, no notification, nada.

to your surprise though, you get a notification from “ yuji eat-a-door-e 🫃”. pretty weird. especially because he only ever texts you when he wants to watch a movie, considering the fact that you’re the only person who ever watches the same odd movies. however, you don’t recall ‘ human earthworm 8 ‘ coming out, doesn’t that come out in what., pfft, december? it’s february. maybe he’s asking for advice on what he should say to ozawa?

nah, he has nobara for that, and she’s way better at giving advice than you are. last time you gave him advice, he ended up having a picnic with her with melted chocolate and strawberries. except, ozawa wasn’t fond of strawberries, and she had been desperately avoiding sweets like chocolates since her great weight loss.

to top it off, you heavily suggested playing energetic music for a great talk, something with soft beats just to lighten the mood while they dip strawberries in chocolate. that night, you had ozawa giggling about how he played, “ thick of it — KSI afro beats phonk, reverb + sped up. “

you shake your head, shaking away the second-hand embarrassing thoughts out of your head, and you press on that notification from itadori with utmost curiosity.

what in the world?

“ the bags in a cat. 😎😎 “

“ the cats in the bag. “

“ 😎😎 ye “

you stare at the dorky messages yuji sends you, and you can’t help but wince at his misuse of the idiom, what a total geek. your slender finger hovers over the messages before you type quick, the straps of your tote bag hanging loose before completely leaning back down onto the desk.

“ whos rhe cat and why are you messaging me “

before you can even type an insult towards his lame excuse of an idiom, your jaw drops at the sight of a photo sent to you. your momentarily widened eyes rake over the guy in the photo. no way,

no way.

there’s no way.

you observe the photo, and all you can see, all over again, despite rubbing your eyes several times and blinking like debris’s stuck on your iris, you can’t refresh what you’re seeing right now.

black hair, spiky, urchin-like hair, pale skin, dark navy worn-out jacket. deep blue eyes and the oh-so luscious lashes you envy. looking at the camera and holding what seems to be a shot of whiskey. his, face. you’ve never seen him as loosened up and sloppy-looking before. his eyes are half-lidded, the same type of half-lidded look when he’s tired and dozing off, yet he has a small tight-lipped smile. with him being a pale-skinned guy, his cheeks are easily pink, and they are.

you wonder how hot it would feel if your hand grazed against his warm, pink cheek, or how warm your nose would get if you sank your face into the crook of his neck. does he smell like vodka right now? would he be more touchy and clingy? whether or not he’d be murmuring confessions from the depths of his heart.

stop, forget that. why are you basically bricked up over a photo of your drunk and vulnerable boyfriend whom you totally, totally, totally, hate at the moment? shouldn’t you be wondering why he’s drinking today? and ONLY today? when you’ve had a long argument and have gone with no communication the whole time? more importantly, why’s he in a freaking club?

your eyes dart over to the flashing neon lights in the background, with girls’ backs turned to the camera behind megumi, sparkly dresses only reaching downward the mid-thigh. uh uh, there’s no way.

you’re sat in the backseat of a taxi, right behind the driver. you’re genuinely going to go drag megumi out of there, embarrass him like a mom and drag him by his pink ears and grumble on the way out. your gaze hovers over the address yuji sent you, and you lean forward to show the exact coordinates over to the taxi driver, letting out a small sigh and a firm nod.

Part. 1

drabbles in parts by ilovemegumidih

first post so please, ignore if i suck! wanted to make y/n kind of a dork in these stories so, hehehe.. enjoy this first part i made during chinese history lesson!

when was the last time you saw megumi drunk again?

right. never.

there was never a time where you had to hold his spiky urchin-like hair back from falling to his lips when he’d puke, and you never had to feel his heavy weight weigh on your shoulders and have sloppy hands rub on you to keep him stable.

and that’s cause he never drank. at parties, special occasions, hell, not even a little wine drunk at home with you! he never relieved himself with beer, or let himself relax at somebody’s overstimulating wedding with vodka.

but that was fine. cause you, on the other hand, were totally the opposite. as much as you wished for him to let himself loose with drinks and beverages, he was always the one holding your long hair back. he was always the one who’d unbutton your blouse to let yourself breathe, take off your wicked heels from your aching toes, and wipe that messy lipstick smudge off your cheek.

you just probably figured that you were too much of a klutz when it came to drinks to the point that megumi couldn’t even drink, cause he had you to fuss over. but still, you REALLY wanted him to drink, at least ONE booze.

whatever, why should you care about that stupid urchin anyway! his back facing your pouty face, your frown coating your look in total darkness. you could hear the sound of the aircon whirr and hum low tunes. somehow similiar to megumi’s grumbling and soft sighs throughout the night.

however, tonight, you don’t feel like hearing anything from him right now. not an explanation, not an apology, not a speech, not a murmur, not a whistle, not a grumble, not a questio—

okay, maybe that’s too much. today was a complete mess, that’s all. you both got into a small argument about how you were too touchy with a fellow jujutsu sorcerer from that jujutsu metropolitan college you’re attending. he was a nice guy! why should a guy, whom you were just making small talk with and having coffee after a meeting be restricted? well, not restricted, and you subconsciously DID pat his hand, but megumi took it too far.

he mumbled a small, “ we’ve got to go, we’re doing something, sorry. “ before dragging you silently out of the coffee shop and giving you the cold shoulder on the way home, having a full-blown disagreement back at home. you’ve apologised, and yet he still gave you the silent treatment. so you let out another, complaint and argued during the evening, now you both aren’t talking. cause both of you neither want to say sorry to eachother and resolve conflicts. that’s just great.

you could use shots, a bottle of wine and cans of beer right now if it wasn’t for work tomorrow. despite all this silent treatment, you do continue to stare at his broad back, the scent from his warm dark grey sweater filling your nose with longing. usually you’d cuddle up from the back, or your hand would find the hem of his sweater and you’d just kinda lay there for closure. or on special occasions where the days would be too difficult, and there’s no way out except for a small straddling of the hips and hands on collars and lips on eachother. right now, you’re missing those.

the morning you wake up, you’re groggy and you feel your eye boogers itch the rims of your eyelids and cause pain in blinking. you stand up, walking towards the living room. and there he is, on the wooden chair, by the table, drinking coffee. black coffee. like every day, you grab your towel from the drying rack along with your long skirt, blouse, undergarments and shirt cause on days when you’re mad with someone, you particularly don’t feel like walking around vulnerable in a towel and would rather change in a private spot.

megumi’s hair is still disheveled from last night’s sleep, and he definitely doesn’t seem like he’s going to be talking either today. on mornings like these where he hasn’t left the house yet, you’d spend some time, play with his bunnies or his beloved divine dogs before showering.

you come out of the steaming bathroom with your hair damp but clothes on, and you make a small jog towards your vanity to dry your hair and pat your cheeks with subtle face powder and curl your eyelashes, brush on some mascara afterwards, then coat your lips in lightly tinted lipsticks.

during the day, you’re in lectures, the ones about deep-in-depth reversed cursed technique lectures cause during your highschool days, you decided medical reversed cursed technique was going to be your major. boohoo, look where you’re now. stuck in a class where you fail to listen and success in falling asleep and are only focused on getting a sudden, surprise text message from your one and only, stupid urchin-looking, spiked, fuzzball, one-of-a-kind, pet-lover, megumi fushiguro.

jesus, you’re still stuck on that. and besides being stuck on him, you’re stuck with a teacher asking you a question you have no answer to! haha!

you stand up, fixing your long plaid skirt and clearing your voice.

“ s—since light may pass through a lens in either direction, there will be two principal foci equidistant from the optical centre, one on either side of the lens. yes? “

“ mrs..— whoever you are, what are you talking about right now? “

you could REALLY use a beer.