SAVIOR

Neito Monoma listened closely to the silence, each second dreadful as it goes on. He didn’t say anything. He only paid attention to the sobs you let out as you gasped for air. You mumbled out an inaudible word through the line.

“Haha..what’s with the sound? Are you crying?” He asked despite already knowing the answer.

You gasped again. “..loser, I didn’t call you to just bluntly make fun of me.”

He couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. In fact he wanted to spew words that were harsher than what he usually said. He wanted to make you cry harder and make you reflect on the truth. The truth being that he was a better option than your asshole boyfriend. He was just simply better in all aspects and this went without saying. Fantastic quirk, sharp tongue, whimsical and just knew how to handle you—wasn’t he just better?

He hummed. “Then what’s the point of calling me? You’re only embarrassing yourself. Do you know how pathetic you sound right now?”

He kept his voice cool and clear. The kind of tone that just hit when the lights are dark and the night is slipping into dawn. It sounded almost intimate.

“Pathetic?” A dry laugh escaped your lips and Neito felt goosebumps on his arms. “Am I at fault for seeking consult? Neito, he left me for his fuckass band that no one gives a shit about. He’s rarely home and he has the audacity to blame it on my patrol shifts. Fuck, it’s like the problem is me being a hero. At least I’m doing something efficient!”

He intently listened to your complaints, smiling to himself. “Right..such a supportive girlfriend he has.”

“For fuck sakes, why are you such a bastard!?”

Your voice broke and you wept into the sheets again. Cries seeped through the speakers and the blonde almost felt guilty for enjoying this. Had all the hero trainings finally made him lose his mind? He rolled to his side and blankly stared at the dark phone screen, tuning into your gasps and whispering. You sounded insane. He loved it. It just made him pissed that he wasn’t the reason you were crying about.

“[Name],” He called out, trying to snap you out of your episodes. “Should I come over?”

He was whispering. His lips were too close to the phone. You swore you could even feel the soft breathing against the speakers. He was crossing a line and he didn’t seem to be aware of the consequences of this.

But when your weeps came to an abrupt end, that was when he knew that he was truly doomed.

abandoned this account for like a year. My badd 😛 mha s8 has reunited all the burnt out fans so here I come to dine on here

TW: the reader is severely traumatized, the reader lost her loved ones during shibuya incident, HEAVY angst, love confession, fluff, THE AFTERMATHS OF JJK MANGA ENDING, MANGA SPOILERS!! Yuta has lost it too btw ୨୧

“Aren’t you tired?” You looked up from your hot dinner. “You had just returned from eliminating a special grade.”

The dining table was piled with various kinds of foods. The room reeked of unrequited love and affection. It almost made you want to melt into the ground out of shame.

“Tired? This is just a simple dinner. You deserve it. So sit back, relax and enjoy your evening,” Okkotsu gave you a gentle smile. He was sitting in his chair so elegantly. As if he was a doll for display.

You lazily swung your fork around the small chop of meat on your plate. It was regarded as impolite to play with your food at the table yet you could not help it. Whatever act he was putting up was rather exaggerated and nerve wrecking.

“I think I remember telling you to stay away from my house,” you muttered. Your voice came out like a whisper. You did not dare to look at him but you could sense his gaze burning down on your face.

He breathed out a laugh. “Did you?”

“I sure did.” You put the fork in your mouth. “I am no longer a part of the jujutsu society anymore. Why do you still insisting on clinging onto me?”

“Forgive me then,” He replied. He poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down. He had just dodged your question. Great.

It hadn’t been long since your partner, who you had been in a committed relationship, died during whatever that was. Ever since the disasters occurred within jujutsu society. You would never believe you could easily love somebody as easily again. You suppose you do not genuinely had the strength to.

You glanced at his abdomen. Behind the linen cloth of his shirt laid a dark giant horizontal scar that once made him almost lose his life. It’s only pure luck that had saved him from entering the death’s door.

“I once thought it is appropriate to only admire you— a undeniably strong colleague,” He broke the taunting silence, his eyes glancing away like he was thinking about something from the past. “However, now that everything had gone crumbling down and it’s only you and I left..” he smiled as his piercing eyes darted back at you again. “It feels like I have the responsibility to grasp every piece of love everyone else had for you.”

He dragged his finger, circling on the soft mattress of the table. “And finally form something full, something complete.”

You winced at his words. He knew you couldn’t handle this sort of conversation yet he dared utter those words like he wanted to let his friends die from the start.

Had he finally lost it?

Of course it was going to turn out like that for him as well. Everyone left the both of you in this grey world. Despite the other survivors remaining, you and him were like two small connected puzzle pieces lying far from the other pieces.

It was not the same. It will never be the same.

Everything hasn’t been okay since you stepped out of that butcher hole. It was beyond petrifying. It was traumatic for both parties. And yet he had the audacity to act like those deaths of his beloved ones had not fazed his delicate little soul. It was as though he was not quite as disheveled as you were.

“I can’t return the favor,” you dropped your spoon next to the plate. “Look, I don’t even believe I have the ability to form a proper relationship again.” your voice trembled. “I am really, extremely sorry so can you please just stop seeing me agai-.”

“I can,” He smiled. His body leaned against the table. “but you must promise me something.”

“You must tell me what it is, first or I will not be confined to it.” You stared into his wet eyes. Despite the goodie-two-shoes look on his face, you could sense the heavy burden of the man who was once the second strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world.

"In the future, if you ever find yourself in the position to love somebody again,” He smiled softly. “let it be me.” Somewhere along that sentence, you heard his voice shook.

Your breath became unstable. Is he stupid? Your ability to love was lacking because you had become too afraid to dedicate your heart again. Therefore this ridiculous fantasy he had was never likely to happen.

What is giving him the strength to be so desperate?

You pressed down both your hands into the table mattress. “Why must you be so stubborn? Don’t you get it? We are both at the edge of turning insane! What gives you the illusio-”

“I love you,” Yuta confessed, “I learned to appreciate you even more given the circumstances. I wish to adore every part of you while I remain alive.”

You felt like something clicked within you.

You realised that you had taken the negativity out of the situation whereas this man before you learn to cope with it in a more meaningful way. Had he always been like this?

The familiar old smile appeared in your memory and you confirmed that. He’d always been like this.

You inhaled as you built up every courage to breathe out. “You were already adored by many including me.” You said, shaken by the pain of the loss of your old boyfriend. “But I..promise you I will not dodge my feelings for you if I were to discover myself again.”

“Good.” He gave you a toothy grin. The one that you hadn’t seen for possibly years. “We will be alright, [Name].” He took your cold hands with his warm ones. “You and I, together, will go through this.”

Your heart ached at the look of his thrilled face. Can you really be hopeful about this? It should not possibly be happening sooner or later but maybe if you just stand strong and get up again, both of you get to live a happy life and this time, a happy ending.

“Now eat up, the food is getting cold.” He insisted before retreating his hand from yours. A small smile broke out your lips. You were almost certain that you will be having this guy in your house more often to cook meals for you.

Regarding fairness, It’s a price for asking a huge favor from you.

I saw a slideshow on tiktok about this kinda plot and I’m balling my eyes out. BTW I hope I still have my people w me.🙂‍↕️ I hadn’t posted in a long time due to assignments and stuff. I apologize deeply for that, my loves. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘

LIKES AND REPOSTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATIVE. as usual ‹𝟹

“Why were you ignoring my calls?” You were first greeted by your boyfriend’s sternness as soon as you got out of your workplace, the coffee shop.

Between you and Megumi, he used to be the first to reach out if anything did not seem to work out. But unlike him, lately, he had been acting like a kid. Regarding your two years age gap, he was only seventeen years old when he first confessed his feelings for you. Regarding that, he did not give you one hint of his childishness.

But after years into the relationship, you weren’t sure whether you should be happy or upset about him starting to act like a younger one with you.

You sighed into the freezing air, “Megumi, you know I need to put my phone on silent during work.” You got no response.

You turn to look at him. He was walking behind you, slowly on purpose. He had claimed that he would be there to prevent you from tripping over. A purple shawl was wrapped around his neck, its hugeness covering almost half of his face. He wasn’t even trying to look at you but rather on the road instead.

You pulled your legs to a stop, claiming a startled motive from the guy. “Why are you acting like this these days? Has something been bothering you? You seem like you merely want to walk with me because it’s your responsibility as a boyfriend, is that right?”

Your boyfriend looked clearly stunned. Wide eyes staring at you. “No- no. What? What does that even supposed to mean? Of course not.” He exhaled. “Let’s just go, it’s nothing like that. I promise.”

You pursed your lips. “Then speak.”

he attempted to pull your arm. “I swear it’s nothing,”

“I said, speak.” Hesitatingly, he pulled away his hand and ruffled his hair awkwardly. “Is it because I have not been answering your calls during the day? You clearly understand why I can’t so then wh—”

“Well, at times I get to pick you up earlier than the time we agreed. And sometimes I just have to sit and watch while guys hit on you when they order stuff. I know it’s your job but still I don’t like it.”

“Okay..” your voice came out as though it was a question. “Is that it?” He nodded, body moving closer to yours. He was not looking at you and you understood why he wasn’t. He was obviously embarrassed.

You coughed out a laugh and spread your arms wide open, hoping he would get the hint. Instantly, he brought his large body onto yours, suffocating you in his arms. He still refused to look at you in the eyes. You heaved in his shampoo scent as he buried his head in your neck.

“Don’t ever hide your words next time. You can always talk to me, okay?” You said, smiling as he nodded.

“You’re too sweet for your own good.” He held you tighter. “I almost got to invoke Mahoraga.”

You laughed at his little joke. Possibly he wouldn’t do that..Right?