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Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying 4000$ for your Dress.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
SYNOPSIS. UH OH! It seems like the world has found out that ng11 Itoshi Sae is dating someone. Not only was he dating, but he was dating you! A world-class idol beloved by fans. Some disagree with this pairing, while some are just confused. But, it seems like love isn't impossible for all, even for the cold, blunt and frankly rude midfeilder.
TAGS. ITOSHI SAE X IDOL!(F)READER, oneshot, just full of fluff and happiness, written in both reader's and sae's POV in some sections, use of y.n., sae might be ooc, spelling mistakes and grammar issues.
WC. 2.9k
FC FOR MEDIA POSTS. Kim Jennie from BLACKPINK
AUTHOR'S NOTES. hello...bonjour....hola.....it's been a while hehe........anyways, since the world cup is literally tomorrow and i got back into BLUE LOCK, i though this would be the appriooate time for me to post something. but in all serious, if you guys want, i will post something on why i have been on a hiatus (atp can i even call it that?) for YEARS. thank you so much for everyone that has been waiting, i love you all and i hope this piece isn't a disappointment.
People were surprised (actually, they were more horrified) when it was revealed on the gossip tabloids that Itoshi Sae was dating someone, let alone dating one of the most famous idols, you.
The moment went viral on Twitter, with tweets ranging from pure denial because of how different both of you were in personality to your careers to supportive ones where people wished you happiness, to the obviously malicious tweets that were wishing on the downfall of the relationship because it was 'distracting you both from your careers'.
However, as time went by and your relationship gradually showed itself through small moments, the world learned to accept that this was the one that would last.
This was how the world learned that you and Sae were the real deal.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Through the small moments from your vlogs.
As an idol, it was important for you and your brand to keep your fans updated once in a while. It didn't have to be constantly to the point where it was every day, but enough to make sure your fans didn't think you were dead (oops….am I talking about myself here hehehe).
Vlogs were your way to stay connected to your fans. However, you are not going to deny that this was your way of living the 'YouTuber' life you dreamed of as a kid when you waited for your favourite vlogger to post, but it was amazing content for your fans.
The videos mainly contained 'behind the scenes' moments when you were preparing for your solo/group album and activities, or you were sightseeing abroad when you were on tour, where your bandmates, producers and staff members would commonly appear on camera. However, if fans were to start watching the vlogs from oldest to latest, it was quite obvious that Mr ‘The Prodigy’ Itoshi Sae was in your life a lot longer than people expected.
˖°📷༘ video 2: Madrid Vlog
"It's really sunny today," you mentioned softly, as you recorded the streets of Madrid. It was around mid-morning, when residents had most likely finished their breakfast and were now off to work. Yet, you were here admiring how beautiful the architecture was in the sun, especially since the houses were more colourful than in Japan, and with the greenery, Madrid was beautiful in the morning.
Suddenly, the camera panned around back to you, revealing your smiling face for a second before the video transitioned to the next clip, where you were now situated at a restaurant. In this clip, you were seen chatting with someone (where fans thought it was your manager at the time) before you both surprisingly ordered in decent Spanish, with the next clip presenting the food when it had arrived, with a suspicious hand on the other side of the table with two white and black bracelets, grabbing their glass of water.
Later on in the video, there was a segment that fans were punching themselves for not noticing that you and Sae were a thing.
"Can you hold the camera, please?"
You were giggling, while fans heard a sigh behind the camera, but it seemed like your manager…? accepted your request, as you handed the camera to them before asking if you were far enough to show the top half of your outfit. It seemed like you had trained your manager well since they were perfectly handling the shots as you were explaining your OOTD before providing a cinematic view of you with the scenic background.
"You look pretty." The voice was definitely trying to be quiet, but the camera managed to catch it. However, before fans could even analyse the scene any further, the video presented the next clip at La Tienda De Los Deseos, where you could be seen tying your wish within the array of papers surrounding the red shop door, before the next clip showed you ringing the bell.
You never showed your wish.
@.user1. now she knew damn well that we don't know anything about football because this was too obvious as hell
@.user2. I wonder what she wished for because I know FOR SURE it's a ring from her "manager"
@.user3. she was in madrid, but there wasn't a concert or anything scheduled at that time SO SHE WENT TO GO SEE HIM
@.user4. we should have realised when she was speaking in spanish, HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN DATING??????
@.user5. her and his pr team must have been sweating for years and somehow they got away with this
˖°📷༘ video 7: Japan Vlog
At the start of the video, it was just a regular vlog where you were showing your day-to-day activities since it was your day off, but what really caught the fans' eyes was the section where you were going through the gifts from your sponsors. Luxury fashion houses, high-end jewellery companies and sports brands you were the ambassadors for, and people loved these vlogs the most, yet they were in for a surprise.
The next clip showed you pushing a rather large parcel box into frame. However, what surprised the fans was that there were no logos or any fancy packaging when it came to the mailbox. It was just a regular, large brown mail box.
"This was sent to me by my friend," you explained while carefully using a box cutter through the tape. "They sent me a few things from Spain and other places they travelled," you continued, "I wanted a few snacks too, but they kept lecturing me on how unhealthy they were."
Tilting the box slightly towards the camera, there was an array of trinkets, other enclosed parcels and the supposed 'unhealthy snacks' that this friend said they weren't going to get. Through the small camera screen, you noticed a small envelope on top of the gifts and placed the parcel back down.
"Aww, they wrote a letter," you open the envelope to find a small postcard of Madrid before taking a quick glance at the content. A few seconds have passed before you smile softly as you address the anticipating audience, "yeah, I can't show this on camera, hehe".
After that, the rest of the video only showed some of the content you have received from this well-versed travelling friend of yours.
@.user1. is that….a Re Al jersey in that box?
@.user2. SHOW US THE LETTER MANNNNNNNNNN
@.user3. There are more snacks in there than I can count, omg
@.user4. omg they got her Ruffles in the Jamon flavour, they are my childhood
@.user5. they also got her principe cookies, and they said they weren't going to get her snacks lol
@.user6. wow sae really does love her man, he got her everythinggggg
˖°📷༘ video 15: Japan + Football Vlog
This was your most anticipated vlog yet, and that was because it was after the news broke out that you and Mr Sae Itoshi were dating. Even though people have already seen snippets of your relationship through very small moments from your previous vlogs, this is where they believed you were fully exposing your open secret.
And they assumed correctly.
"Today is Sae's U20 Debut." The camera was panning across the whole Blue Lock Stadium, presenting the wave of excited fans disguised in red, white and blue waves before facing the camera towards you, revealing yourself wearing the U20 Japan jersey.
"He told me I didn't need to come, but I couldn't miss his national debut." You smiled, before turning the camera again when the display screen showed his portrait, congratulating him on his debut before presenting his teammates. "I know he's going to do well, but I can't help but feel nervous," you mentioned before giggling at your comment, "he would say I'm worrying for nothing."
After that clip, the video continued with the camera remaining on your face since you knew filming the match could have consequences. However, the one time you did flip the camera was to show the aftermath of Sae's goal, with the display screen relaying his fantastic goal, but also the crowd chanting his name like crazy.
"Wow, even people don't chant my name like that in concerts, " you joked before placing the camera back in its original position, while laughing at your own joke.
What fans really loved throughout this whole vlog was how excited you were and cheering him on, while looking fashionable in how you had styled your outfit with the jersey, even though it was the dead of winter.
@.user1. wowowow you can tell she really loves him
@.user2. you know in the highlights of this match, you can see sae totally trying to find her in the crowd
@.user3. OMG FINALLY OUT IN THE OPEN???? after all those secretive vlogs, it was worth it
@.user4. WAIT GUYS SHE HAS A MINI SAE PLUSH ON HER BAG FROM THE MERCH SHOP AT THE STADUIMMM HOW CUTEEEE
⊹ ࣪ ˖ His Instagram Posts
The fact that Sae had an Instagram was a miracle in itself. Yet, that doesn't change the fact that it seemed like a mandatory thing for football players to have, so that was his limit when it came to social media.
However, ever since your relationship had become public, his fans couldn't help but notice him starting to post a bit more often (he would post like every 3 months). At first, it was just reposting posts from his football club's official account on his story. Then, it slowly transitioned onto his own pictures with a certain someone's songs as their audio.
What made it more evident that your presence has affected his Instagram was when he posted his first dump, and you were included…maybe included too many times.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ You both somehow make time for each other, even with your busy schedules.
It's no surprise that both of you are busy. With Sae being busy with his new endeavours with the Japanese football association regarding Blue Lock, and you were busy with sudden multiple fashion shows you were invited to, with the addition of the production of your new album. Yet, somehow, through your small social media posts, fan tweets and media coverages, fans start seeing you and Sae together more and more.
January 16th
Last year, it was your group's latest tour, and you had finally landed in Japan during your Asia stop. You recall telling Sae that he didn't need to come since he already went to the Spain dates, yet in true Sae fashion, he didn't listen and found himself backstage with you, a few minutes before the show started.
"You didn't need to come," you murmured, as you fixed your makeup, preparing for the stage that was starting in 20 minutes. Taking a peek through the mirror's reflection, you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend was staring back at you with an annoyed expression.
"Who said I was going to listen?" he says, before casually placing a large bouquet of flowers on one of the tables. "I had some time to spare."
Lying ass, the concert was over two hours, and he knew it. However, you couldn't really change his mind; he was already here with his 'spare time', and it's not like you had already booked off the VIP balcony for him with your family. Yeah, you totally weren't ecstatic that he was here today.
Sighing at his response, you quickly turned towards him before looping your arms around his waist. "Thank you for the flowers," you smiled, placing a quick kiss upon his cheek before pulling yourself closer towards him.
"What's wrong with you?" his voice flat, but with a hint of concern.
"What?" you say, giggling into his chest. "Am I not allowed to be nervous before my performance?"
"Are you stupid?" Sae said seriously, causing you to burst out laughing.
Your staff and bandmates around you were a hundred per cent confused about the whole interaction. How can a boyfriend ask something so rude of his girlfriend, nonetheless, the same girlfriend who was going to perform in front of 55,000 people for the next three nights? Yet, your reaction was the most confusing to them. How can you even laugh at the question? However, you knew that this was Sae's way of asking, 'Why are you nervous when you have performed the same set for the past six months?'
That was how your Sae was.
May 13th
The Bernabeu was packed today. But that was a stupid statement. When was it never packed when it came to match day, especially with Re Al.
You were currently situated at the VIP box, where all the players' friends and family usually reside, standing against the balcony as the whistle blew, concluding the match with Re Al winning 4-1, with Sae scoring one and assisting two. Watching the aftermath of the match, you notice Sae resting his hands on his hips, taking a breather, before looking up towards the crowd, scanning closely towards the section you were in.
Making your presence known, you quickly gave a big wave towards the field, hoping to quickly notify him where you were, which he quickly caught. Not caring about the crowd's reaction, Sae quickly gave you a wave back before making his way towards the exit. Yet it seemed like his teammates were not going to let what he did slide, as they quickly gathered around him, wondering who he was waving to and why did it looked like he smiled for a second….wait, he smiled?
Luckily for him, none of the cameras for the league's streaming service or fan cameras managed to catch his 'smile', but you knew from your heart that he definitely smiled, even after he told you there was no need to come to today's match.
But who were you to listen, just like he mentioned at your concert?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ He was your no. 1 fan and isn't afraid to show it…..quietly, of course.
After the U20s’ ruffle with Oliver for this ex-girlfriend's 'overnight' bag, all five decided to further explore the midfielder's bag.
"Don't you think you've explored enough?" Oliver questioned, watching Sendo rummaging through Sae's bag. Yet, all fell on deaf ears when they found Sae's phone.
There was nothing wrong with it; it was just a regular smartphone with a normal black case. What made it surprising was his background. It was a photo of a girl, at what seemed to be a beach in Spain, in a white summer dress, crouching down collecting seashells, but her face wasn't visible.
"Do you think that's his girlfriend?" Teppei asked, peering over Sendo's shoulder, examining the photo. However, it seemed like the Ace of the U20s didn't want to believe it. "THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT'S HIS GIRLFRIEND!" his voice loud, before going back to ransacking Sae's sports bag to search for some dirt.
Next, it was a black metal tumbler.
"Now that looks like an expensive tumbler," Kazuma stated. He was correct. It was an expensive one, and that was because it was a collaboration between you and the famous drinkware company. Sendo and Oliver recognised it, but why did the Itoshi Sae have it? Wasn't this bottle supposed to be coming out next month? And why did he choose this design? And why did he have the bottle again, he wasn't a sponser of this company?
"Ohhh, so the lil genius gets stuff early…." Oliver snatched the bottle from Sendo's grasp, examining the bottle's floral design while Sendo noticed he had a smaller version that came with the collection.
"So he is a fan of hers!" Sendo delightfully grinned, finally finding the dirt he was looking for. "Let's see if there is anything else I can embarrass him with."
As he was going through Sae's bag, Teppei couldn't help but notice that there was something hanging on the other side of the bag. An acrylic card holder was peeking through one of the bag's outside pockets, but what caught the U20s players' eyes was the photocard peeking back at them through the same pocket. Sliding the acyclic card holder out, the photocard revealed to be you. Yet, it wasn't just a random photocard you could get from your new solo album. It was one of the rarest ones you can get from a pop-up that happened a few months ago.
"HOW CAN HE GET THIS PHOTOCARD AND NOT ME?" Sendo screamed, gripping the acrylic by the corners with tears filling the corners of his eyes. "I bought so much stuff from that pop-up, and I only got the common ones," he continued to rant before looking around the room, "I'm stealing this"
"Unfortunately, you are not"
Jumping from the sudden interruption of their mission, all five boys turned around to find Sae, annoyingly looking at them, touching his stuff. Teppei and Miroku, with his phone in hand with your picture still displayed brightly, Oliver still having his hands on his tumbler, where he would be annoyed if he saw a single scratch on it and Sendo with his photocard, while Kazuma was comforting the Ace from his crying fit.
"Get your nasty hands off my girlfriend's picture," Sae commanded before snatching back the photocard and hooking it back on his bag.
"WHAT GIRLFRIEND YOU DELUSIONAL PRINCE"
Let's just say Sendo wasn't happy with the dating news that was released a few days later.
the last time sae fought with you was long back. just like every couple, it happens. nothing surprising, nothing unhealthy.
this afternoon stood different however. as he halted himself mid way, incase the passive aggressive tones would escalate into yellings or more or worse.
now as he was zoned out at the grocery store. the elderly cashier, who was intently scanning items at her register, she likely didn't say anything or judge him. it was late after all, and the store was relatively quiet.
with this moment of quiet, he thinks of the fight. and he realises that he did the right to halt his words midway. he's glad he shut his mouth. he knows he should do it often.
despite the painful awkward silence that was in the afternoon (all due to his mistake) he considers himself lucky. as you, still accepted a kiss on your cheek before he stepped out.
his thoughts were now stuck on that kiss he gave you and he yearned for more. he wanted to kiss you more. everywhere his lips desired.
as if someone slapped him to consciousness, he shakes his head, adjusting the cap on properly. like any typical boyfriend, he grabs the snackies you like. some new ones in stock he assumes you would like. and the condoms he had been starting at subconsciously for the past few minutes. if maybe not an apology or snackies, there's gotta be a third way or more to woo you.
your initial response after seeing the bag with snacks was to reach out and grab them. your attempt to do so prevented by sae who moved the bag out of your reach.
"let me in first," he says, gently giving your head a little bonk on the head, which you initially got annoyed at, not knowing it was a little excuse for him to have your attention, "the bags are to heavy for your weak hands."
he places the bags on the kitchen table, you didn't mind that little insult, immediately grabbing onto the snackies. sae questioned you if you're heading to bed, noticing you wearing comfy clothes, not forgetting to notice them looking so so cozy and so so cute, just perfect for snuggling.
and you told him you, were indeed heading to bed, as you set your snackies aside and helped placing the other once in their respective places. placing the energy drinks in the fridge, completely ignoring when sae nagged at you about you skipping dinner.
it was his time to ignore you when you kept telling him not to order food. his phone snatched right after he dialed three digits.
it was his turn to get annoyed as well, grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you closer. his mind diving into the gutter deeper if possible.
just a little closer and he'd have the kiss he yearned. and you waited for it too, half out of anxiety and half out of...cause maybe you yearned to give him the affection that he craved for so long.
but instead, he simply snatches his phone back, keeping in mind to not cross the boundaries. but he's a bit selfish too, still holding onto your wrist and keeping you closer. until distraction in the form of the pack of condoms fall from the bag.
you're not looking at him, he's doesn't really have more courage to keep staring at you. but he already assumed what you might be thinking. he assumed you were thinking of his audacity to...
you shove him away. grabbing onto the two chocolate bars as you head to the bedroom while sae reminds he's still gonna order food. and he lets out the most gut wrenching sigh any living creature has ever made.
sae sees you eating the chocolate bars while being in the bed. considering if he should nag at you or make a lame joke about getting ants in the bed. he decides to shut up instead. thinking that yeah, that's probably the better thing to do.
you're already lying on your side when sae plops on the bed beside you. putting an arm around your waist as he pulls you in closer, he apologizes. yes. itoshi sae says sorry. you let out an exhale, him feeling you resisting the urge to push his hand away.
he makes you turn to face him. his voice seeming much bold and stricter only for him to go dead silent when you do so.
eyes shamelessly falling onto your lips. and oh how he wanted to have those handsy make-out sessions and also many more naughty things.
he takes your hand in his instead, kissing on the knuckles as says sorry again. placing more kisses on your fingertips while repeatedly apologizing.
and the soft features you had on while looking at him soon turned into annoyed once. yet again. as you scold him. pointing all the mistakes he made. which he only agrees with, repeating that he knows. he knows.
"i know. and im sorry. can i kiss you now?"
and you give in. telling him yes but fuck the time wasn't on his side. and the doorbell with the awaiting delicious meal never sounded more frustrating.
a/n: chat this was my first ever sae fic that i wrote like three years ago :')
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unhealthy behavior and suggestive content. obsessive yuuta headcanons requested by oomf! if you like the way i characterize him, you can find more in my series. requests are open <3 jjk masterlist
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta still loves you gently no matter how strongly he feels about you, let this be known. he touches you like you’re fragile, brings you small gifts, and holds onto every single word you say. he treats you delicately, as one would a dandelion.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta always seems to be exactly where you need him to. forgot something somewhere? he has it. you feel unsafe? he’s already there to step in. you stop asking how he already knows; it’s probably only coincidence.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta has big puppy-dog eyes you struggle to resist. you don’t always want him to tag along to places with you, or sit in your room while you change, but how can you say no to a face like that?
you have a hard time being mad at him even as he blatantly crosses your boundaries. whenever he’s invasive in his actions or words, you redirect him, whereas you would’ve literally ripped into anyone else.
he’s definitely cried a few times as you’ve scolded him for disrespecting you. yet deep down, his little pout makes you want to apologize for having autonomy.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta stole your favorite perfume from your dorm and sprays it onto his pillow. your addictive scent lulls him to sleep when he’s having trouble dozing off. it also makes it easier to pretend you’re to him closer than you really are.
on late nights, he buries his face into the pillow, inhaling your scent and muffling the sounds he makes to the thought of you. he imagines your hands touching him instead of his own, since he can’t have the real thing yet.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta starts to resent rika for existing. he tries everything in his power to convince you he isn’t still hung up over the dead first love he carries with him. it doesn’t help that she’s so possessive and aggressive toward you. how can he be with you if a curse won’t let him?
he speaks to her differently after the day she attacks you out of jealousy. his tone turns stone cold, and his previously kind requests of her become demands. he’ll sharply order her around, then turn to you and speak sweetly with a soft smile on his face.
rika’s apologized many times since then, but he’s made up his mind.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta’s cursed energy literally wraps itself around you if you’re nearby, especially when the two of you are around other people. it’s awkward when you’re in public around non-sorcerers, who can’t tell that you’re being engulfed by such pressure. sometimes, you swear you can feel it even when you’re supposed to be alone.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta has to pretend he doesn’t already know about all of your interests and routines. he used to slip up at first, but he’s gotten a lot better at sounding clueless. he’s sure to ask about your day and listen intently because he loves the way your eyes light up as he shows interest in you.
plus, if you’ve already told him about your day, you have no reason to talk to anyone else about it!
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta takes on some of your missions behind your back. he can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially at the hands of some foul, disgusting, creature. when you find out he’s been interfering with things, he apologizes profusely and continues to do it anyway.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta makes everyone around you feel on edge. they’re worried about you. they see the way he stares at you while you’re unaware. they feel the atmosphere shift whenever you’re affectionate toward others. they’re hesitant to even say your name in front of him because of how much his demeanor changes.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta had a meeting arranged behind his back by the group while he was visiting the sister school. your friends sat you down and asked if he’s done anything to harm you. you told them you were a bit weary, but “he just has a big heart, that’s it.” they looked unimpressed. as they left, you could’ve sworn you heard panda mutter “stockholm syndrome” under his breath.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ your friends trust yuuta not to hurt them… they think. but they don’t miss the way his face drops or his grip on something tightens when he thinks they’ve said something wrong to you. they love you dearly, but do start to avoid you a bit. if you do talk, they’re paranoid and constantly checking for him over their shoulders. just in case.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ the kyoto students, however, think yuuta’s a fucking freak. his performance in the goodwill event was outstanding because of his skill, of course, and you. he caught kamo and miwa planning to ambush you and immediately stepped in. they barely escaped with their lives, but thankfully, you managed to calm him down before he could go too far (well. further.)
gakuganji and utahime were both horrified and appalled, while gojo simply chalked it up to yuuta's “amazing fighting spirit!”
when todo asked what his type was, yuuta described your body with a dazed expression. mai was disturbed by this interaction.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta was distraught once he noticed you pulling away from him. he hadn’t meant to scare you, but seeing them so close to harming you made him snap. and god, did your absence make him feel sick. he was physically repulsed by himself for upsetting you.
“i made her mad, i hope i die.”
“stfu yuta it’s your turn”
“oh, draw four”
“damn it!”
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta dropped onto his knees in front of you and groveled for forgiveness, swearing not to do anything like it again. he probably didn’t mean it, but it felt like the truth at the time. when you forgave yuuta while cupping his cheek, he felt as though he was being touched by an angel. he didn’t think he deserved you, or your forgiveness, but since you gave it to him he took it gratefully.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ whenever your classmates bring up yuuta’s behavior to gojo, he waves them off and tells them they’re only being dramatic. gojo is, of course, lying off his ass. he thinks the kid’s a little weirdo who probably shouldn’t be left alone with you. however, he’s banking on you to awaken his potential. it’s definitely a risky plan, but gojo’s known for throwing his students to the wolves.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ maki once caught yuuta licking the blood you left on his hand after he patched up your wound. when she told gojo about it, he simply smiled and said “kids these days are so passionate!”
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ gojo’s hunch did end up being correct despite his questionable methods. after seeing you and the rest of the first years injured during the night parade of a hundred demons, yuuta’s growth was triggered over his emotional state. he surpassed his limits over his pure rage from seeing you hurt.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ gojo doesn’t say it outloud, but one of the reasons yuuta was sent off to africa was to have some space away from you. he thought the distance will be healthy and better for… everyone, really. he also got tired of being nagged because apparently his student raised concerns about “safety” and “endangerment”, which he rolled his eyes over
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta is sure to call you at least once a day while he’s gone. he doesn’t think he could survive without hearing the sound of your sweet voice. he sends you good morning/goodnight texts around the time he remembers your schedule being while he was with you.
he values every single picture you send of yourself, so much so that he replies to them while typing with one hand!
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta doesn’t go to sleep until hours after he’s supposed to be just in case you call him. what if there’s an emergency? what if you’re in need comfort? what if you accidentally buttdial him and he misses out on an interaction with you because he was asleep? he can’t just abandon you!
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ obsessive!yuuta appreciates you just the same, if not more, once he returns. except this time, he’s stronger and unafraid of the curses that plague the world. he’s open about his feelings and has learned to control his copious amounts of cursed energy. he’s trained so hard and dedicated himself to protecting you (and the rest of humanity, he supposes).
he’s come to trust that your classmates won’t cross any lines with you. they’re his friends, so he knows they’ll respect his feelings. the same can’t be said about the other sorcerers or random guys on the street who ogle at you.
yuuta doesn’t trust that itadori guy, either. while he was away, toge reported that he was “making eyes” at you every time you two trained together. yuuta reveled in chasing and killing yuuji for the higher ups before unfortunately having to revive him. he may have brought him back, but now yuuji knows he’s someone to be feared.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ most in his position have a mindset of “mine, mine, mine,” but i believe he’s the opposite. he loves you and he’s yours. yuuta’s positively sure you’ll own his heart until the day he dies <3
you always knew how sae dealt with every argument you both had, it was just that you just never knew who she was.
if sae had cheated physically, maybe you would’ve known what to do, maybe you could’ve hated him properly and moved on like everyone else seemed to.
instead, you were stuck with something harder to explain. something that sounded ridiculous every time you tried putting it into words.
because technically, sae hadn’t done anything. keyword, technically.
you found out by accident.
you weren’t suspicious, not looking for proof to go against your boyfriend.
it was random, like most things in the world. you were only sitting next to him on the couch on a lazy afternoon where both of you had nothing to do.
when a notification appeared from his phone. it was a girl’s name. nothing strange about that, except the preview underneath.
‘she said that to you?’
you frowned.
sae reached for his phone immediately. the motion was quick enough for you to notice, slow enough for you to wonder why.
“who was that?” you question, a little hesitant cause you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know.
he glanced at the screen, “nobody.”
you hated that answer. so you continued, hoping to hear a better answer, “then why are you texting her?”
“because she’s a friend.”
the conversation only ended there.
or at least, it should’ve. but instead, it stayed in your head. like some forbidden knowledge you can’t seem to forget.
you start noticing things.
whenever you and sae argued, he’d disappear afterward. he doesn’t leave, but rather, emotionally away from you.
you’d send a message and get a dry response, you’d ask if he wanted to talk and he’d say later. then later never came. and eventually, you’d make up. and things would return back to normal.
yet somehow, it always felt like sae had already processed everything before coming back to you.
like he’d had the conversation somewhere else first.
“do you tell her about us?” sae looked up, to you. the pause lasted a second too long. that was all the answer you needed. “…so you do.”
“it’s not a big deal.” he mutters, trying not to make it look bigger than it already is.
“not a big deal?”
“she just listens.”
“to what?” sae stayed quiet, which made everything hurt more.
the arguments, the misunderstandings, the things that happened between you and him, things that were supposed to stay between you and him. all of it. given away so easily.
you didn’t sleep that night. for the first time since dating sae, you wondered if there were parts of him that belonged to somebody else.
after that, every argument felt different.
you’d be talking to him while wondering if she already knew.
if he’d tell her afterward, maybe she’d hear his side before you ever got the chance to fix things.
sometimes, you’d catch him texting late at night.
sometimes, he’d smile at a notification.
sometimes, he’d disappear for an hour after a fight.
every single time, your chest tightened. you never asked for her name, you didn’t want to know her real name.
a name would’ve made her real and you were trying desperately not to imagine her.
was she prettier than you?
funnier?
easier to talk to?
did she agree with him when you fought?
did she tell him he deserved better?
sae never understood, he genuinely didn’t. every time you brought it up, he looked annoyed. like you were creating a problem that didn’t exist.
“i’m not cheating.”
“i never said you were.”
“then what’s the issue?” you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, cry, or laugh. but instead, you stared at him. in disbelief that he’d see this as an issue.
“because every time something happens between us, you run to somebody else.”
sae frowned. “that’s not what i’m doing.”
“but that’s exactly what you’re doing.”
the final warning came months later, after another argument.
you were tired, so tired.
“if you do it again, we’re done.”
the words sat heavily between you.
sae looked genuinely surprised, like he couldn’t believe you’d gone that far.
“seriously?”
“yes.”
“you’re overreacting.”
your chest hurt.
“i’m not.” you mutter before continuing, “this is why it’s a problem. i’m not overreacting.”
he clicked his tongue.
for a brief moment, you thought maybe he’d finally understand. maybe he’d stop and understand that losing you would matter more than talking to her.
you were wrong. so stupidly wrong.
you had another dumb fight, over something incredibly small. he disappeared like usual, came back hours later.
somehow, you already knew. confirmation even came without you even looking for it.
he’d gone to her again, just like always, just like every other time.
suddenly everything made sense.
all those moments where you felt alone despite being in a relationship. you’d never been imagining it. sae really had been choosing someone else.
maybe not romantically, maybe not intentionally, but he chose her anyway. every single time.
the breakup lasted less than ten minutes. sae thought you’d calm down, you could tell. he kept looking at you like this was another argument, another thing the two of you would move past.
until he realized you were serious. you were actually leaving.
for the first time in this relationship, he looked uncertain. maybe that’s because he couldn’t message that girl for advice. ask what to do, or vent out his feelings about breaking up.
“you’re breaking up with me over this?”
you stared at him, ”no.” your voice cracked. “i’m breaking up with you because i got tired of being the last person you come to.”
then everything ended just like that.
it was short yet everything happened in a flash. sometimes it made you wonder if you did the right thing.
you missed him, you hated that you missed him. you hated that a part of you still wanted him to come back and tell you he finally understood. he never did.
months later, a mutual friend mentioned seeing sae.
you listened quietly until they mentioned her.
the same girl, still around, still talking to him, still receiving pieces of him that used to belong to you.
you smiled and pretended it didn’t bother you, then cried the second you got home. because that hurt more than the breakup itself. it wasn’t that sae moved on, or that he chose her. but because even after losing you, he still ran to the same person.
which meant it was never about saving the relationship, never about needing advice or fixing things. it was simply what he wanted.
you spent years trying to become sae itoshi’s safe place.
only to realize he already had one, and it was never you.
・❥・smut mdni god forbid a girl get some early morning cardio... especially when your mans looking a bit too fine to be asleep ;p
you don't mean to.
that's what you tell yourself, anyway.
it's early, the kind of early where the light through the curtains is still grey and soft, and the whole room smells like him, like warmth and sleep and something faintly cologne-sweet. sae is still out, breathing slow and even beside you, one arm thrown above his head, lashes resting dark against his cheeks. he looks almost approachable like this. almost soft.
and then your eyes drop.
his sleep shorts have ridden up just enough. his thighs are right there, and god, they're unfair. lean and athletic, dusted with a faint tan line, the muscle of them visible even relaxed. you know how strong they are. you've seen them on the pitch. you've been between them.
you shift a little. just to get comfortable. that's all.
except comfortable ends up with your thigh slotted over his and your hips doing this slow, half-conscious roll, chasing the friction before your brain has fully agreed to it.
the first press of his thigh between your legs makes you exhale quietly through your nose.
okay.
you can't stop now.
you move again, slow and careful, not wanting to wake him yet, riding the firm muscle of his thigh with the thin fabric of your underwear the only thing between you. the pressure is good. it's really good. you bite your lip and let your hips find a rhythm, small and shallow, hands braced soft against the sheets.
a tiny sound slips out. barely anything. a little breathy exhale.
sae's breathing changes.
you freeze.
"…" nothing. he's still.
you wait three full seconds, then keep going.
the friction builds and your hips roll a little deeper, chasing it, and another sound rises in your throat, this one less controlled, a soft whimper that you try to muffle against your own shoulder. the warmth is pooling low in your stomach and you're wet now, genuinely, the thin cotton of your underwear useless.
"you're actually unbelievable."
you jolt.
sae's voice is low and rough with sleep, not angry, not amused exactly, just deeply, terribly aware. his eyes are open, watching you with that half-lidded look that does nothing good for your composure. he hasn't moved. he's just looking at you, jaw ticking once.
"i was sleeping," he says.
"i know," you say, a little breathless.
"and you're humping my thigh."
"i'm not humping—"
he moves his thigh, a slow deliberate press upward, and the sound that comes out of you is mortifying. his expression shifts, something tightening behind his eyes, a muscle in his throat working.
you feel it before you see it. the way his jaw sets. the decision being made.
"mhmm," he says, quiet, almost to himself.
then his hands find your hips and he flips you, pressing you back into the mattress with his thigh slotted firmly between your legs, his body warm and solid over yours. morning-rumpled and unhurried, he looks down at you with those teal eyes slightly dark.
"keep going," he murmurs.
"what?"
"you started something." his thumb traces your hip bone. "finish it."
your face goes hot. "sae…"
"grind on my thigh," he says, perfectly even, like he's telling you to drink water. "go on."
and somehow that's worse than if he'd said it mean. it's the patience in it. the control. sae watching you with those sleep-soft eyes while you roll your hips against him, shameless now because you've been caught and there's no point pretending, and the friction is so much better with him pressed close, with his hands guiding your rhythm, his thigh flexing deliberately under you.
"s'good," you breathe, fingers curling into his shirt.
"yeah?" a low sound in his chest, not quite a groan. barely.
you can feel him getting hard against your hip. feel the way his grip on you tightens just slightly, the rhythm you're keeping pushing against his control in a way he won't admit out loud. his jaw is tight. his breathing has gone careful in a way that means he's working to keep it even.
"sae," you gasp softly, the tension winding up fast.
"i know." his voice has dropped an octave.
and then his hand slides from your hip down between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your underwear right where you're soaked through, and the sound you make is nothing like the careful quiet noises from before. it's loud and genuine and a little broken.
"christ," he mutters under his breath.
he pulls the fabric aside and his fingers find you properly and then you're gone, genuinely gone, grinding and shaking and coming apart with his name falling out of your mouth in pieces while he works you through it with a patience that should be illegal, watching your face like he's cataloguing every second.
you're still shaking when he finally stills his hand.
the room is quiet. grey-lit and warm. outside a bird starts up somewhere distant.
sae doesn't say anything for a long moment. then he presses his lips to your temple, brief and almost careless, his hand resting flat and warm on your stomach.
"next time," he says quietly, mouth still close to your ear, "wake me up."
a pause.
"properly."
you can feel his heartbeat against your side, faster than he'd ever admit. the sheets are a wreck. your thighs are still trembling. and sae settles back against the pillow with his arm around your waist like he didn't just completely unravel you before seven in the morning, already closing his eyes again.
like he's going back to sleep.
like you're supposed to just lie here, wet and wrecked and wanting more, in the ruin of what started as a quiet little moment that you absolutely, definitely did not mean to start.
MDNI in today's broadcast: hajime umemiya simply can't help himself when it comes to his cutie of a girlfriend! "cuteness aggression is simply unavoidable when faced with my lady." he states in an interview.
CW: suggestive, fem!reader, aged up!ume
"oh, schnookums!" umemiya's wide grin could blind people a mile away as he calls out to you, his girlfriend who's approaching furin's gates to pick him up.
the sun is hitting him just right, making him look absolutely divine. your boyfriend has always been capable of taking your breath away with just a single good angle, so it's good his goofy personality grounds you every now and again. otherwise, you'd never let him out of your bed.
his hair is gelled in its usual pushed-back style, furin jacket shed due to the increasing temperatures. even without knowing his routines, you'd be able to guess he was just hard at work on the roof, the veins in his arms bulging from the exertion.
a collective set of groans is heard behind him, and yet it does nothing to dampen his mood. instead, he takes it upon himself to run to you, finding your pace too slow for his liking.
"ah, you look so gorgeous!" he gushes, squeezing your cheeks together to pout your lips before he engulfs you in a bone-crushing hug.
you feel yourself burning up, and not just from the weather, "haji-" his grip tightens, "uh, sorry. baby, i missed you," you muster up through the lack of air.
"so did i!" he finally lets go, giggling to himself as you try to catch your breath, holding onto his arm. he waves to the others, bidding them goodbye. in spite of the first years being slightly disgusted by his lovesickness, they laugh.
suo nudges the distressed sakura, "how sweet, wouldn't you say?"
"yeah, w-whatever!" sakura turns the opposite way, storming off with nirei, tsugeura and kiryu trailing closely behind.
hajime crouches down in front of you, patting his shoulders, "get on, sweet cheeks! can't have ya over-exerting yourself in these conditions. oh! have you drank enough water?"
bewildered, and wholly embarrassed, your voice lowers, "i'm wearing a skirt! i'll flash everyone around!" the last thing you needed was people being able to see up your skirt.
"how silly of me to forget~" he grins, eyebrows wiggling as he eyes your clothes. he hands you his furin jacket, "tie it around your waist, i can't have people seeing what's meant for my eyes only."
you do as you're told, no less flustered. you finally climb onto his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs held up by his hands on the back of your thighs. his fingers dig into your plush flesh gently as he massages you idly, "am i not too-"
he jostles you up, snickering as he adjusts his grip, "don't insult me like that. i should be able to carry you no matter what."
your hold on him tightens, "meanie," you huff, "thought you were gonna drop me."
"never," he puffs out his chest, "beat me up if i do."
"i'll hold you to that," you smush your face into his back. you feel the muscles straining under his shirt, your belly doing a few flips. how you scored someone like umemiya will never fail to baffle you.
the heat from his body combined with the glaring sun incites a long yawn, nuzzling into his back more. you don't know where he's taking you, but it doesn't matter either, as long as he's with you you'll be safe anywhere.
you nearly doze off, eyes closed and a trickle of drool slipping down your chin from the corner of your mouth until you hear a door lock turning. lifting your head, you see the entrance of your home.
he walks in, taking off his and your shoes before he sits you down on the couch. walking into the kitchen to grab you two some water, he makes the mistake of looking back at you right as you stretch, face contorted into another yawn.
"eeek!" he squeals happily, running back over and tackling you onto your back, aggressively nuzzling his face into your neck. "you're such a cutie!"
"my- kiss super- kiss duper- kiss adorable- kiss sweetheart!" you giggle away as he tickles your sides too, pressing kisses all over your face and neck.
his hands travel beneath your shirt, continuing his tickling attack. but as his hands make contact with your bare skin, combined with a well-timed kiss on that specific spot on your neck, a moan worms its way though the laughter.
he stills briefly, eyes darting up to your flushed face. he notes your eyes shifting everywhere but to him. you bite your lip, somehow managing to look cute and hot at the same time. heat pools in his gut as he feels a stir in his pants.
crawling further over you, he cages you in, arms on both sides of your head. he nuzzles his nose against yours, your breath hitching, "don't tell me my baby got all hot and bothered from just that."
you shrink into yourself slightly, "and what if i did?"
his smile is soft as he cups your face, "then that means i've got to take care of it for you, if you'll let me."
he chuckles at your small nod, leaning down to press a myriad of kisses onto your face again. your heart is so full. not only does your boyfriend provide a type of physical safety, but also an emotional one. he can set aside his own excitement in favor of keeping your comfort. all it does is add to your arousal, his quick switch-up from goofy and loving to gentle and still loving warms your entire body, butterflies swarming your gut.
he leans back slightly, hands traveling down your body and under your skirt, flipping it up. his smile widens upon seeing you've leaked through your panties already, "you're so incredibly adorable, schnookums."
you groan, hiding your face in your hands, "you ruined it!"
said noise quickly transforms into a moan as he presses his thumb to your covered slit, rubbing over your nub through the soaked fabric, "doesn't look like it to me."
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Umemiya didn't plan on it.
He's always considerate about everything that he does. There's a saying that people ought to think before they act, and that basically sums up who Umemiya is. In the best possible way, of course.
That's why people gravitate naturally to him, whether he intended that or not.
It isn't hard to fall in love with him, either. You would know, from how quickly you've become smitten with him, just because he's simply himself.
When you need someone to walk you home late at night, he will be there, freshly showered and smelling like your favorite orange blossom scent. When something doesn't feel right, he will show up at the front of your house and ask what's wrong. If he can do it, he will fix things for you instead. When you're hurt, he will tend to you with so much care, you would think you hung up the moon to deserve that kind of treatment.
That's the kind of man he is. Reliable, strong, considerate — every good thing is an embodiment of Umemiya.
And that is no different from when you and he are being intimate as well. You trust him. He doesn't give you an ounce of uncertainty. Even after suggesting to do things raw, and that's months ago, you trust him enough to pull out before coming undone. There is nothing that can even plant a seed of worry in you.
Because it's Umemiya.
You never doubt his control.
Until today.
"U-Ume?" You breathe out, unsure. "You just —"
Umemiya remains silent. You take a couple of seconds to register what happened yourself before you chance a glance at him. You are afraid that if you suddenly jump and startle him, it would send him into a state of panic.
But Bofurin's leader is staring hard at where he's connected to you. You feel his fingers brushing the suppleness of your inner thighs delicately.
He doesn't look like he's going to combust as if his life flashed before his very eyes, but you've never seen him this quiet. The few times he has rendered everyone speechless due to his silence was of his fury. However, this calmness is foreign.
"Hajime," you try to break him from his trance. You cup his cheek and force his head up. "Hey, you okay?"
It does the trick. He snaps out of his reverie. He kisses your hand and offers you a smile. "Yeah."
"Okay." You relax. "So, did you just —"
"I did."
"It's okay, I can go plan B. So you don't have to worry about any—"
"No." He shakes his head, his palm running across your stomach while fluttering kisses to one of your propped knees resting on his shoulders. "That was nice. I want to do it again."
"H-Huh?"
"Let me do that again." Something flips inside him. He pulls you closer, nearly folding you in half, and then thrusts into you hard.
"Oh, my God!" You gasp, clutching the sheets on your side. "Hajime!"
"I want to fill you up, Baby." He grits out. "Breed you over and over again."
Your cheeks flush red at his words.
"I can feel you tighten around me. Do you want that, too?" He pushes more. "You're going to be full with my children, and everyone's going to know."
"Hajime. Please."
"I need you to get pregnant." He lifts you closer.
You play with his hair, gone from its usual gelled style.
"Tell me." He says. "What do you want?"
"I want," you pant, "I want you to put a baby in me, Hajime."
When you moan your answer, Umemiya completely loses it. His pace turns unforgiving, nearly borderline punishing.
He catches your gaze. "Come for me, my love. That's it. That's my baby girl."
And you come hard at his command, clenching yourself around him. You hear a sharp intake of breath before he follows suit with a guttural moan. His shoulders shake with restraint, keeping himself steady so he doesn't collapse on top of you.
Umemiya is still buried inside, twitching every so often. He doesn't pull out. Instead, he rocks himself slowly, gets a grip of his breath, before he picks up the pace again.
By now you're entirely spent, but he isn't yet. He leans forward towards your face and kisses you roughly. When he pulls back up and continues his minstrels, you are almost lulled to the rhythmic pace he's doing.
"Stay like that," he softly says, caressing your numbed thighs, "I'm not done with you yet. We're going to keep doing this until I'm sure you're pregnant."
You echo a laugh.
He kisses your stomach reverently, akin to worshiping someone divine.
"I'm going to keep you full, my love," Umemiya says with his gentle honesty and that big smile of his. "You're going to be a mother tonight."
since hugo has an older sister, (ASSUMING SHES LIKE 1-2 YEARS OLDER) can i req a smau where we’re her best friend but also think hugo is lowkey cute and we also caught his attention
texts with best friend’s brother!hugo
content + warnings — reader and hugo fancy each other and his poor older sister has to deal with your bs. reader is meant to be 1-2 years older than hugo bc she's friend's w his older sister. mind you we have no info about her so this is potentially ooc. mentions of alcohol. this includes hugo's + reader's pov. gs = hugo's pov. mc = reader's pov.
Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend
“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”
“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.
A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”
The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.
Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.
“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.
“I’m working, so duh.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”
He took a sip without breaking eye contact.
“Boyfriend piss you off again?”
Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.
“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”
“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.
Sukuna snorted. “Again?”
“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.
“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”
Silence.
Because he was.
You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.
“You make excuses for him a lot.”
“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”
“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”
Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”
“He was.”
You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.
“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”
Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”
“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.
God, that grin was dangerous.
“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”
“You’re drunk right now.”
“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”
That shouldn’t have affected you.
But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.
The touch felt unfairly warm.
“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”
Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.
“I would.”
Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.
“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.
Baby!Yuji realizing his resemblance to dad!Sukuna.
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You noticed that six-year-old Yuji had been looking in the mirror a lot lately. He was constantly studying his face and playing with his hair. As he did the exact same thing right now, a fond smile touched your lips. You walked up behind him, resting your hands gently on his small shoulders.
"Looks like someone really loves looking in the mirror."
He turned to you and smiled.
"Mommy! I look like Daddy!" he said.
"Ah, so that's why. You were discovering how much you look like your dad."
"Look, my eyes and my hair... just like his!"
His excitement made you giggle. You ruffled his hair and kissed his rosy cheeks.
"Yes, baby. You're a mini version of your dad."
Lately, everyone who saw him kept saying how much he looked like his father. The boy had heard it so many times that he actually started to notice the resemblance himself.
When Sukuna walked into the room, Yuji shared his discovery with him too.
"Daddy, look at me!"
He widened his tiny eyes as if to prove it and pointed at his pink hair.
"Look, we're exactly the same!"
A small, smug smile appeared on Sukuna’s face.
"You're your father's son, kid."
Hearing his dad's words, Yuji's face lit up. But then, a sudden thought about you seemed to cross his little mind.
"I don’t look like Mama."
You pouted slightly.
"You didn’t have to say that right to my face, Yuji."
Sukuna let out a short chuckle, a lazy, playful smirk on his lips.
"Sorry about that," he murmured. "My genes are just a bit too stubborn."
You rolled your eyes.
Encouraged by his dad's laughter, the little boy turned back to the mirror with a proud grin.
"My lips, my nose... all Daddy!"
You let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah... You really do look like your dad."
"I didn’t know you loved your father quite this much," Sukuna teased, a hint of deep amusement in his voice.
Yuji hugged Sukuna's legs tightly and looked up at him.
"I love my daddy sooo much!"
Sukuna ran his hand through Yuji's pink hair, ruffling it gently.
I think when Sakura publicly kisses you for the first time, it’s a shock to everyone - including him. He’s riding the high of winning a fight, and all of Bofurin is jumping around him, because it was a brutal one. They’re moving down the street like a school of fish, and you start running to meet them.
Sakura still has his adrenaline rushing, heart pounding in his ears, ribs bruised, nose crusted with dried blood. And he jogs to you, meeting you halfway. Before you ask even ask how he is, his hand cups the back of your neck and he drags you to him, mouth roughly sealing over yours. He’s grinning against your lips, tongue sweeping over yours, sucking and biting your lip and not hearing anything over his ears ringing.
But then he pulls away, and notices how wide your eyes are, and how silent it is on the street around him, and the fact that there is an open mouthed audience of young men behind him.
There is stunned silence for three whole seconds before his friends burst into ‘ooooooooh!’ And start hooting and hollering, and his whole face turns as red as a stop sign as his brain finally starts to take over again.
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sakura haruka — 166 words
it was unexpected that you and sakura babysit your little sister — only planning to hang out in your room that turns into babysitting.
“ can you come here for a second? ” your sister walks towards you and sakura with her hands on her hips. “ what is it? ” you smiled at her as you pointed at the flowing trash can. “ do you mind taking that trash out? ” she raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest and looks away. “ no thank you, you have your own pair of hands right? ” sakura’s eyes widen at her words as he looks at you as if he’s hearing it right.
you raised an eyebrow. “ i do have my own but do it or i’ll tell mom about this! ” you said as your sister just stick her tongue out at you “ shut up! do it yourself. ” the black and white haired boy puts a hand over his mouth — speechless that your sister had the guts to say that.
“ hey, i don’t think you should speak to your sister like that.. ” sakura finally said looking at your younger sister with a serious look. she didn’t utter another word as she walks off, taking the trash out.
a couple of hours later, she explained to sakura that it was a prank of hers, wanting to see a reaction from him if she ever answered you and tells you to shut up.
she can say that he passed as she gave him a thumbs up.
nirei akihiko — 184 words
he was playing with your brother on the living room while you cook in the kitchen. you called for you brother but he didn't answer so you called him once more.
“ shut up, sis! i’m playing with nirei! ” your eyebrows furrowed at what you heard, nirei on the other hand his eyes are wide like someone has seen some paranormal activities.
you pretend to be angry as your eyebrows furrowed pointing at your brother. you were about to speak but nirei was quickly to come at your side, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“ hahaha, kids right? do you need me to buy something? ” he asked you nervously as you sigh brushing it off and smile. “ no, it’s fine. i will be back. ” nirei was the one to sigh as he walks back to where your brother is currently playing.
not long after the three of you finished eating and is now watching tv, your brother explained everything to nirei and how it was a prank.
“ i don’t have the guts to talk back to her when she takes care of me almost everyday! ”
toma hiiragi — 212 words
the two of you planned to hang out with your brother, wearing your shoes and giving your brother’s shoes to him. checking your bag to see if you have everything in you and your phone was nowhere insight.
“ go upstairs and grab my phone for me, please? ” you asked your brother as he finished tying his shoes. he grumbled a few words before he walks upstairs taking your phone with him as he hands it over.
“ there you go. ” your brother said as he pointed at you before acting that he’s zipping his mouth, smiling as hiiragi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. is that his way of telling you to shut up?
the three of you started eating at your little brother’s favorite eating place. at that time all of you finished eating as hiragii began to speak.
“ hey, i saw you pointing at your sister while acting that you’re zipping your mouth. are you telling her to shut up..? ” the male asked, looking at your brother as he almost choke at the water he’s drinking.
your brother obviously admitted it which resulted hiiragi to tell him that's not okay and your brother can't take it anymore and said it was just a prank because he wouldn't do that to you.
“ my sister says you have a weak stomach! i wanna test it out and see your reaction. ” hiiragi looked at you which you avoided tending to your brother to finish his food.
the mention of him having a weak stomach just made him sigh as he just watched the two of you bicker at each other once more.
umemiya hajime — 247 words
you were helping out an orphanage, umemiya insisting he comes with you wanting to play with kids.
someone called you as you turned your head seeing a girl waving you to come at her as you did excusing yourself to umemiya and the kids before walking up to the girl.
“ he’s your boyfriend right? ” she pointed at umemiya smiling with the kids as you nodded and smiled. “ he is, do you need something from him? ” the girl shakes her head as she signaled you to come closer — which you did as she whispered something at you making you laugh and nod at her words.
you walk back with the kid holding your hand as she played with the other kids while you goes into umemiya’s side, wrapping your arms around his waist.
someone throws a candy wrapper as you called out for the girl to pick it up and throw it into the trash can. she raised her eyebrow at you and runs up to you.
“ no, shut up and pick it up yourself! ” umemiya’s jaw dropped, blinking at the words he heard. she was about to walk away when umemiya was quickly to call her, kneeling the same height as her. “ hey, who taught you to say that? ” he asked, unexpectedly she pointed at you which made you inhale sharply.
you got a lecture for that before the kid admitted that it was all a prank and just to test out what his reaction would be.