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You sit cross-legged on Gojo's plush couch, the air thick with a sweet, pungent scent. Gojo lounges beside you, an amused smile playing on his lips. You take another hit from the joint and pass it to him, your eyes already starting to water from suppressed laughter.

"Feeling good?" he asks, taking a slow drag and blowing the smoke out in perfect rings. His eyes twinkle behind his sunglasses.

You nod, trying to hold back your giggles but failing miserably. Every little thing seems hilarious, and Gojo's relaxed demeanor only makes it worse. You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach.

Gojo chuckles, his laugh like music to your ears. "What's so funny?"

"Your... your hair! It's like... like a fluffy cloud!" you manage to say between giggles.

He grins, reaching out to ruffle your hair. "And yours is like a bird's nest. We make quite the pair, don't we?"

You nod, leaning into him, your laughter infectious. In this moment, everything feels perfect.

Nanami leans back in his chair, the joint balanced delicately between his fingers. He watches you with a soft smile as you dissolve into giggles for the umpteenth time.

"Are you having fun?" he asks, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to your uncontrollable mirth.

You nod, trying to speak but only managing to laugh harder. Nanami shakes his head, his smile widening just a fraction. He takes a slow drag, the smoke curling elegantly in the air.

"I've never seen you this giggly," he remarks, his tone affectionate. "It's... charming."

You lean against him, your laughter finally subsiding into gentle chuckles. He wraps an arm around you, his touch soothing. "Let's just enjoy the moment," he murmurs, and you nod, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over you.

Choso is lying next to you, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you dissolve into giggles for the umpteenth time. The joint you've shared has left you both feeling light and carefree, and your laughter echoes in the quiet room.

"What's so funny?" he asks, his voice a deep, soothing rumble.

"I don't even know anymore!" you gasp between laughs, clutching your stomach. "Everything just feels so... silly."

Choso's lips twitch into a small smile. "Your laughter is nice to hear," he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You manage to calm down enough to smile at him. "And your voice is nice to hear," you reply, giggling once making Choso shake his head fondly.

Smoke trails from your lips as you lean into Sukuna's side before you hand him the joint. Sukuna's sharp eyes never leave you, his smirk widening as you start to giggle uncontrollably.

"What's so amusing, little bird?" he asks, his tone both curious and mocking.

"You! You're so... serious all the time!" you manage to say between fits of laughter.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, taking a drag from the joint. "Serious, huh? And what would you prefer?"

You giggle harder, shaking your head. "I don't know! Maybe... maybe you should try smiling more!"

His smirk turns into a full grin, revealing his sharp teeth. "Like this?"

You laugh even harder, clutching your sides. "Yes! Exactly like that!"

Sukuna chuckles darkly, pulling you closer. "You're an odd one, but I suppose that's why I tolerate you."

Toji sits beside you, the joint balanced between his fingers. He watches you with a raised eyebrow as you burst into another fit of giggles.

"What's so funny, huh?" he asks, his tone amused.

You try to explain, but the words get lost in your laughter. Toji shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. He takes a drag, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're a mess," he says, but there's a warmth in his voice that makes you laugh even more.

You lean against him, your giggles finally subsiding. Toji wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Let's just enjoy this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead. The sweet moment is shattered when you snort and start giggling again.

You and Yuji are sprawled out on the couch, the TV playing a random comedy that neither of you is really paying attention to. The room is filled with the smoky scent of weed, and you're both giggling like children.

"Did you see that?" Yuji asks, pointing at the screen, his laughter contagious.

You try to focus on the TV, but everything is too funny. "What are we even watching?" you giggle, leaning against him. "Does the pig have a British accent?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "I have no idea, but it doesn't matter," he says, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

You burst into another fit of laughter, unable to control yourself. "You're right! This is the best," you say, your heart swelling with affection for the boy beside you.

You and Yuta are sitting on his small balcony, sharing a joint and watching the stars. You take a deep drag, feeling the laughter bubbling up inside you. Yuta watches you with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with affection.

"What's so funny?" he asks softly.

"Just... everything!" you say, dissolving into giggles. "The stars, the night... you!"

Yuta chuckles, shaking his head. "You're adorable."

You blush, leaning against him. "No, you're adorable."

He smiles, wrapping an arm around you. "We can both be adorable."

You giggle, feeling warm and content. "I like that."

Megumi sits beside you on the porch steps, the cool night air wrapping around you both. He's always so serious, but tonight, there's a rare, relaxed smile on his face as he listens to your endless giggles.

"You're really enjoying yourself," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nod, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. "I can't help it. Everything's just so funny right now."

He shakes his head, but there's a fondness in his eyes. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," you tease, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Megumi sighs, but it's a content sound. "Yeah, I guess I do."

You look up at him, your giggles subsiding into a warm smile. "You should laugh more, you know. It suits you."

He looks down at you, his expression softening. "Maybe I will, if it means seeing you this happy."

You snuggle closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm always happy with you, Megumi."

Imagine hanging out with Hisoka. He doesn’t talk much but he always asks you to come over and spend time with him while watching Heaven’s Arena fights on the television.

Sometimes he’d give commentary or explain their right or wrong usage of nen. Other than that he just sits there either observing the tv or observing you.

Whenever you two would sit in bed together you can see him sitting with an arm rested on his knee, shuffling his cards quietly with a content look on his face. He won’t protest if you shuffle closer to him, he’ll even put a hand on your waist and guide you to sit between his legs. As your eyelids grow heavy you lean your head on his chest, he gently traces your jaw with the edge of one of his cards; not as a threat, but as a way to relax you as you slowly drift to sleep.

The magician isn’t so evil after all.