𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲

and after everything, they still didn't learn their lesson. as they made their way, they threw taunts again, oliver first trying to make a point, "i was making sure reva was ok."

ren pauses, "i don't give a fuck. do you want nee-san to skip her shift again to take care of reva alone?" ren was so close to losing it, "you already had her working, she did everything alone when you focused more on kicking balls for a living—"

"i get it. i fucked up. and i regret this all the fucking time."

"tsk. athletes," ren mutters, pushing past oliver and getting into the elevator, "what?"

"im taking the stairs."

"good choice."

oliver couldn't sleep that night, he stared at the ceiling restless. he felt it all, shame and regret.

"fuck it," oliver didn't even bother putting on a jacket when he heard the thunder, which was loud. too loud. he simply grabs the car keys, rushing without even checking the time.

reva wasn't asleep. she watched attentively as you hummed, crocheting. the thunder she heard was loud, making her gasp and hurry into your arms. you chuckle, putting the yarn aside and holding her close.

"ma...are you not scared?"

"...i am," you say softly, "but i have you and you have me. so everything is fine."

the doorbell rings, alarming both of you.

you tell reva to stay put, she hides under the blanket as you head to open the door. you exhale in relief, answering the door.

"what are you—"

"im sorry," oliver says but not in a rush, fully soft and honest.

before you could say anything, the thunder is heard again. you stay calm. you really do. but he's oliver, he sees you flinch the tiniest bit.

he remembers four years ago. he was on top of you. you both not caring about a thing. ignoring the world outside, lost into each other. that was till the thunder roared and you held him closer.

he made fun of you that time.

now, he wants to hold you and comfort you, without any stupid teasing.

that night, he held reva in his arms till she fell asleep then gently tucking her in.

you already opened the closet to take out a blanket and a pillow. you walk to oliver, placing them in his hold.

morning, he felt the pain in his body as he slept the whole night on the uncomfy couch. he woke up to the delightful smell of breakfast. he walked to the kitchen, brushing his hair back, seeing you making breakfast and reva nom noming on hers.

"good morning, papa!" reva greets, eating breakfast all by herself like the smart four year old she is.

"morning, chipmunk," he ruffles her hair, making her let out her baby laugh.

to his surprise, you slide a plate towards him. he stares for a bit, then sitting down beside reva, mumbling a thanks to you.

reva made a dramatic bleh when you place a glass of carrot juice infront of her, "no excuses. drink. cmon. sip sip. see, i put your favourite straw in too."

oliver couldn't help but to smile at the domestic scene.

he remembers.

four years ago again, at the convenient store. you had put carrots into the cart. yes, oliver did make a statement about you being obsessed with carrots. then came your long thesis about how carrots are so healthy. you had kept going and going about it, without knowing oliver put a pack of condoms into the cart.

"drink up, reva," he says, "it's good for your eyes."

reva reluctantly drinks it, her face full of disgust. what a drama queen.

so focused on reva, you didn't realize oliver was staring at you. and when you did, you looked away quick, "finish your breakfast. you're dropping reva school today."

"yes, captain."

Sukuna never asked for a commitment. Somehow, the arrangement just fell into place anyway. It started with small things: late night texts, showing up without warning, and a heavy black leather jacket tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there.

Your phone buzzed softly against the counter.

you home.

No greeting, no question mark—just the absolute assumption of an open door.

yeah.

Three dots appeared instantly.

open up.

A heavy knock followed seconds later.

"Geez. No 'please' or anything" you mumbled, tossing your phone back onto the counter.

Opening the door revealed Ryomen Sukuna leaning against the frame as if he’d been waiting all night. A familiar presence filled the doorway before he even spoke, the air growing heavy with his warm, spicy cologne. Red eyes flicked down, assessing the view. “Thought you were asleep.”

“Bruh, you literally just texted me.”

He hummed, brushing past without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingered briefly on the small of your back, pressing just enough to claim the space before letting go. You shut the door behind him. “You’re going to start paying rent at this point." Sukuna stretched out on your couch, arms draped lazily across the cushions with a smirk. “You’d miss me.” An eye roll was the only response you gave him, but neither side pushed the argument.

Weeks passed in a blur of late nights and shared silences. A heavy hand would rest on your waist during trips around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip and teasingly lingering during the morning coffee brew. On walks together, he closed the distance entirely, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans. No matter how many times that hand was swatted away with a muttered, “People are going to think we’re dating” the pink haired man just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly planted against ur ass. He always stood slightly behind or beside you, a silent declaration: I’m here.

Sometimes he waited after lectures, leaning against the campus gate with a lazy, half smirk, arms crossed as the crowd filtered past. Spotting him always made your stomach twist, knowing he’d been waiting long before the dismissal bell. His gaze would lock on, serving as a quiet warning to anyone walking too close.

Nights were spent sharing the couch and stealing blankets, half tangled around his large frame while the remaining fabric barely covered your lap. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, a hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thigh—never intrusive, but entirely claiming the space. When he relaxed completely, your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the sharp lines along his face and chest. Each mark felt almost magnetic under the skin. He would hum low, letting the attention slide, a thumb occasionally brushing your wrist to claim the movement. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your fingertips, a slight smirk evident in the way he adjusted his posture to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.

There were nights spent falling asleep in his bed after an argument left unfinished—bodies pressed tight, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other mornings started tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt before fully waking up. His hand would curl around your wrist, his thumb tracing small, slow circles. The habits became second nature to notice: how he leaned a fraction closer when a stranger got too near. The amused smirk whenever a tease was thrown back at him. The trademark "tch" or scoff of annoyance that left his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours in the early mornings, claiming the first minutes of the day. Playing the thief with a tilted head and a lazy, "Oops, that's my spot now" daring an argument.

Almost like a couple. But without labels or promises, the unresolved tension grew nearly unbearable.

Tonight, gojo's house was packed. The bass vibrated faintly through the floorboards, drowning out the roar of the crowded room. People moved in a blur of red cups and loud laughter.

Pausing near the entrance to scan the room, your eyes landed across the living room. Sukuna leaned against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A few girls crowded his space, laughing a little too loudly at whatever he’d just muttered. One girl rested a hand on tattooed arm. Another leaned in close, fingers brushing his shoulder. He let them.

Your jaw tightened.

His eyes found yours instantly, as if he’d known the exact second you walked through the door. The crowd seemed to fade under his direct stare. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watched. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, waiting to see your reaction. The girl beside him kept talking, her fingers resting on his arm, tracing the very same tattoos you usually spent hours mapping out. Sukuna didn’t move away. He just looked on—unbothered and thoroughly amused.

Typical.

Turning away before he could read anything else on your face, you made a beeline for the kitchen. A quick adjustment was made to the hem of the mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at the hips. Gold open toe heels clicked softly against the floorboards, gold hoops swaying with the quick tilt of your head. The reflective surface of the fridge offered a quick glimpse—makeup intact, shoulders tense, face slightly flushed from the scene in the living room. Pulling the door open, the cool light spilled out as you grabbed a drink.

“Careful with that one” a voice warned.

Turning around revealed a guy leaning against the counter, sporting a charming smile. “Trust me. It’s stronger than it looks.”

A small laugh escaped you. “I’ll take my chances.”

The guy laughed, stepping a bit closer to be heard over the booming music. “So… what brings you here alone?”

A shrug followed. “Just needed a drink and a break from… life.”

His smirk widened. “I get that. Same here.”

The conversation began to flow more freely, a genuine laugh sparking at a joke he made. It felt easy. The guy leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, you’ve got this energy. Makes people really want to talk to you.”

A smile crept up, a sudden flutter stirring in your chest—until a familiar scent hit the air. Warm, spicy, and impossible to ignore. The exact aroma that lingered on your clothes every time he pulled you in.

Sukuna.

A heavy pair of arms slid around your waist from behind. His broad chest pressed flush against your back, almost swallowing you as he pulled you back. One hand settled flat against your stomach while the other grazed your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your short dress to anchor you firmly against him. The fabric shifted under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively braced on your heels. Sukuna wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were locked dead on the guy across the counter. Slowly, the pink haired man dipped his head, his nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook of your shoulder. Warm breath ghosted over your bare skin, his fingers tightening just enough to claim you. The gentle sway of gold hoops brushed against him with every shallow inhale.

The guy stiffens. “Oh—uh. Sorry, man, I didn’t know—”

“No” you interrupted, trying to shift out of his grasp. “We’re not—”

“Yeah” Sukuna cuts in smoothly, his voice low. “You should go.”

The guy hesitated, muttered a quick, “Right… my bad” and vanished into the crowd.

You turn inside Sukuna’s arms, looking up at him. “Bruh, what's your problem?” 

Sukuna looked down as if nothing had happened.

“You’re not my boyfriend” you huffed out.

His eyes slowly searched your face before letting out a slight scoff.

Pushing lightly against his chest, you snapped, “Stop acting like you own me.”

He simply watched, absorbing the defiance. Then, with a sudden tug at your waist, he pulled you closer. The hem of your dress rode up your ass slightly before his hand reached behind to pull the fabric back into place.

“You want a boyfriend?” His thumb dragged slowly along your jawline, tilting your face up to force eye contact. "That what this is about?”

Silence was the only answer, making his eyes narrow. “Tch. Greedy.”

The music and chatter faded into background noise—the space between you grew heavy. Sukuna hummed softly, his hand sliding back down to the small of your back. His fingers settled there as if they had never left, pressing into the curve. Your heels click softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping the fit perfect. “And yet” he murmured, leaning closer, “you still let me do this.” Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer. 

“Doesn’t really sound like you want a boyfriend” Sukuna said lazily. Dipping his head lower, his lips trailed light kisses along your neck—the same familiar routine he’d done a thousand times before. It made your stomach twist. A sharp inhale brought in his spicy cologne, mixing with the soft sweetness of vanilla perfume until your head spun.

“Sounds like you just want me.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, a low, teasing vibration. “Go ahead… say you’re leaving me.”

The words never came.

A slow smile spread across his face. Because he already knows you won’t.

The moment the third period came to an end, Senku dragged you out of class without saying anything. You had grown used to it, hence you let him tug on your wrist softly without asking questions. 

He guided you swiftly through the bustling hallway. The two of you reached his locker, and before you could peek to check what he was reaching out for, he handed you a small milk carton. It was still cold.

He clicked the roof of his tongue out of annoyance. “Your glucose levels crashed halfway through the third period. How many times do I have to tell you not to skip breakfast?” 

You gave him a cheeky smile, already familiar with the gesture. “Thanks, Sen. I woke up late again, okay?” 

Behind the two of you, Taiju and Yuzuriha watched the interaction. Both were clearly shocked, however, for two completely different reasons. 

Taiju aggressively pointed at the milk carton in your hands, “Senku! How did you keep it cold?!” 

“Insulated water bottle and ice. She won't drink it unless it's cold.” He said so casually while reading something on his phone. 

Yuzuriha, however, wasn't curious about the science behind the cold milk carton. No, she was curious about the scientific explanation as to why you acted as if this was normal. How Senku acted as if this was normal. 

“Was that really normal? I don't think it was…” she asked when it was just the two of you; her voice remained soft and polite. 

Senku had made his way to the science laboratory while Taiju was eager to see another fascinating experiment of his. 

You hummed, “Yeah, that's just how Senku has always been. I call it his acts of science. He says it's to keep me efficient.” 

Senku always did things like that. He had a knack with his small gestures, weaving them into the fabric of your daily life.

It wasn't strange or new to you. Not really. Not when he's been consistently doing it for years. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

You constantly complain about headaches almost every afternoon, especially during study sessions. Muttered complaints fell from your lips easily, and rubbing your temples became a habit. 

“You're dehydrated.” You heard him say from across you while working with a circuit board, one that was too complex for you to understand. It wasn't a question; it sounded like a statement from his observation.

You lift your head up, tired eyes meeting his striking red ones. With a weak smile, you muttered out, “Thanks for the diagnosis, doc.”

“Tch.” 

He didn't say anything else as he pulled out a water bottle from his bag, followed by a pack of electrolyte powder. 

He pushed the opened bottle forward, the bits of electrolyte powder already dissolving into the water. “You’re inefficient when your body is malfunctioning.” 

You gave him a knowing smile before he continued to work on his circuit board. Senku's focus returned to it, or so you thought. 

“And your caffeine intake is garbage. Stop consuming it like a lifeline.” 

Your smile faltered. “Hey, you're acting like you don't drink coffee too, genius!” You retorted, frustration lacing your tone.

Without even glancing up from his circuit board, he shot back, “Unlike someone, I don't rely on it to function properly.”

You threw an eraser at him, to which he dodged effortlessly, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Still, despite your banter, there was an undeniable truth. Senku always seemed to notice everything before you did.

Yet you never asked. That was just the way he was—always too observant. Always a step ahead.

Right?

⋆⭒˚.⋆

The science laboratory always smelled like chemicals, metals, and something burning whenever Senku felt like it. 

It was enough to remind students passing by that Senku Ishigami was inside—most likely taking something apart or fixing it, mixing chemicals, or accidentally blowing something up. 

The laboratory wasn't just occupied by him; there were multiple other students working on something. Though they were never as over-the-top as the ones Senku worked on.

In the middle of it all sat Senku, who had recently cleaned up after a chemical experiment. The sleeves of his lab coat were now rolled, revealing his forearms as he worked on the blueprint of his next rocket model. 

The room around him hummed with conversation, though most people knew better than to interrupt him while he worked. 

Which was why a question from another student caught everyone off guard. 

“Hey, Senku.”

“What?” He replied flatly. 

The student hesitated briefly before pointing at Senku's wrist. “What's with the hair tie?” 

Every head in the science laboratory turned immediately because now that someone was brave enough to mention it, there really was a black hair tie looped around his wrist. 

It wasn't unusual at first. Not until people started noticing months ago that Senku always had one on his wrist. They assumed it belonged to him, perhaps to tie his hair during experiments—but no, his hair defied the laws of physics. 

And he never used it. Not even once. 

The student leaned back against the table, a grin on his face as he asked, “You got a girlfriend or something?” 

The room instantly erupted as the question flew out of the students’ mouths. 

“No way! Senku? Seriously?” 

“As if! You really think he has any time for romance?” 

“There's no way, are we talking about the same Senku Ishigami?” 

“That's what a hair tie means, though!” The student argued defensively, pointing at Senku's wrist. “It's literally a thing, guys wear them when they're taken.” 

Senku didn't even bother to look up from the blueprint he was working on, though an irritated look was evident on his face. 

“Dumbest thing I've heard all day.” 

“So that's a no, Senku?” 

“Tch, idiots. Use your brains for once.” 

That unfortunately didn't answer anything. However, everyone seemed to be too interested and eager in the conversation. 

“So is it someone's?” A student from a corner asked. 

Senku finally looked up from his blueprint, clicking the roof of his tongue. “Obviously. Why would I use one when my hair defies gravity and is never in the way?” 

The room went silent before, 

“OHHHH?” 

“No way?!” 

Senku looked far more annoyed after hearing their reactions, which, unfortunately, only encouraged everyone further. 

“It's basic efficiency." He deadpanned. “Unlike you idiots, I account for predictable patterns to avoid unnecessary situations.” 

Then, the doors of the science laboratory suddenly opened. 

“Senku?” Your voice cut through the room of chaos, completely unaware of the chaos you've interrupted and caused. 

Everyone turned to the door, not just Senku. 

You blinked, feeling uncomfortable at the unexpected attention from everyone. “Why is everyone looking at me like that?” 

“No reason,” half of the room replied in unison before pretending to focus on their work again. 

You frowned suspiciously, eyes settled on Senku as your facial expression asked him questions. He didn't say anything, just stared back as you walked towards him. 

You stopped next to him and allowed the suspicion to simmer down as you remembered the reason you were there. “Do you have a hair tie?” 

Without saying a word, he lifted his wrist toward you, as if by muscle memory. Your fingers moved automatically and reached out for it. 

“Lost another one? You're too careless, idiot.” 

You ignored his remark, and with one smooth motion, you slid it off his wrist before tying your hair with practiced ease.

“Thanks, Sen.” You gave him a grin. “I'll see you after school.” 

“Hm.” 

Senku returned to his blueprint without saying anything else the moment you left. 

The room stayed silent for three seconds after you closed the door behind you before erupting into chaos once more. 

“What was that?!” 

“I knew it was her!” 

Senku ignored their loud chaos, his hand already reaching out for the pocket of his pants, and pulled out another hair tie, slipping it onto his wrist. 

“Tch, you people are seriously annoying.” 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

You never questioned Senku's acts of science. Never. Not even when Yuzuriha’s teasing became a little too frequent. 

It was normal; you were used to it for years. Why bother to question it now?

The sound of rain suddenly falling from the skies sliced through your reverie. You halted, staring at the building window next to the staircase, before a groan escaped from your lips. 

“Great. Just great.” You had forgotten your umbrella. Although you always forget to bring it, this time was different. You had asked Senku to go home without waiting for you. The same guy who never forgets to bring an umbrella and checks the weather forecast. 

You made your way down the stairs, and your mood was a perfect match with the gloomy weather outside. 

“Took you long enough.” 

Your head snapped up toward the familiar voice, and your gaze immediately landed on him, Senku. One hand in his pocket while leaning against a wall near the staircase.

Your mouth fell open in shock. “Sen—?! What are you doing here?!” 

“I was waiting for you, what else?” He answered casually. Too casually, as if you didn't ask him not to wait for you. 

He walked closer to you, his lab coat hanging on one shoulder while his bag hung on the other. An umbrella settled on one of his hands. 

“I told you not to wait!” 

“And?” 

“It's raining, and it's late!” 

“Yeah, no kidding. I'm not blind.” 

Without waiting for your response, he threw the lab coat on your shoulder, catching you off guard again. “Wear it, you'll get cold if you don't.” 

You frowned, yet slipped on his lab coat. “You should've gone home.” 

“Yeah, and leave you here with a 10 billion percent chance of being stranded? You never bring an umbrella or check the weather forecast, idiot.” His tone was completely matter-of-fact, like the answer should've been obvious.

He watched as you struggled with the sleeves. He clicked the roof of his tongue before walking closer, hands already hovering over yours. 

“You're hopeless.” He spoke with a tone that was softer than before. Then, with quick, efficient movements, his hands adjusted the sleeves and collar of his lab coat. 

Your breath got caught in your throat for a brief moment because of the proximity. “You really didn't have to wait for me, y’know?” Your voice sounded small.

“You get sick too easily. You have the immune system of a Victorian child.” The tone of his voice remained soft as he buttoned the coat properly, ensuring it was secured around your body. 

You laughed at the last part, eyes admiring the way his hands moved with the same precision he had when working on an experiment. 

He took a step back after he was done. "Besides, Byakuya would never let me hear the end of it if he found out I left without you.” 

You grinned, already hooking your arm with his. “Yeah, he would probably say he raised you better than that. Let's go home, Sen.” 

That evening, the two of you walked home through the wet streets and drizzling rain. Yet you remained dry. Senku's lab coat protected you from the raindrops as well as the umbrella he held tightly above the two of you. 

You never said anything regarding the proximity or the gesture. You were used to him acting like this. It was normal in your vocabulary. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Your mother's loud knocking on your bedroom door finally woke you up from your slumber. 

“Aren't you hanging out with Senku today? Why are you still sleeping?” She asked as she entered your room, eyeing your sleepy figure, who had just woken up.

“Hang out with Senku…?” 

Your eyes shot open in realization. You were supposed to help Senku purchase an engine component for his new rocket model today.

You immediately got out of bed, nearly tripping over your blanket, and ran straight to the shower, one of your hands grabbing your towel on the way there. 

“Be careful!” Your mother yelled out of concern.

After a shower, you scrambled to get ready. Your clothes were everywhere after you forgot to prepare an outfit the night before. After selecting one, you searched for a pair of socks before rushing downstairs. 

“Senku's already outside.” Your mother said as she watched you hastily put on your socks, hands already reaching out for your sneakers. 

You bid your mother goodbye, already making it past the front door. Your eyes spot Senku, who was waiting for you. 

He turned right before your hands fell to your knees for support, panting and out of breath after you practically ran while getting ready. 

“You should consider using an alarm.” His voice was laced with amusement as he knelt down, hands already reaching out to tie your shoelaces. 

“You could've tripped over your shoelaces again.” 

Your heart skipping a beat didn't help you at all. It was normal, you swore to yourself. He fixes your shoelaces all the time. It was just efficient.

Your breathing finally returned to normal. “I did, I slept through it.” 

He chuckled before standing up, hand reaching out to flick your forehead. “Idiot, did you sleep late again?” 

You raised a brow, hitting him playfully. “You're one to talk, genius.” 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Senku's experiments were a constant source of fascination. You were always interested and could hardly take your eyes away whenever he was mixing his colorful array of chemicals in the lab.

“You're too close,” he said, voice edged with concern.

“Huh?”You replied, momentarily distracted.

Before you could process his warning any further, you felt Senku's hand grab your wrist, pulling you behind him right before the Erlenmeyer flask erupted,  bubbles frothing violently at the surface.

Your eyes widened in curiosity as you peeked from behind him. “Whoa,” 

His grip never left yours, never loosened; it remained steady around your wrist.  “Exactly why I told you not to stand too close.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “You say that every single time, Sen.” 

“And you're stubborn every single time.” He countered back, his grip tightening around your wrist, ensuring you wouldn’t inch any closer.

His grip felt firm, protective, and undeniably comforting. It felt like a silent assurance that you were safe in his presence. You didn't question it; after all, Senku always did things like that, didn't he?

⋆⭒˚.⋆

One of the perks of living near Senku meant you could always crash at his place, and Byakuya allowed you to do so. Especially whenever he's busy training to be an astronaut on the other side of the world. 

The living room of the Ishigami household was lit by the television screen across you, as well as the faint light coming from the windows. Senku's presence was near and grounding as the two of you watched another move that you picked, of course.

You didn't realize you were crying—not at first. The dialogues bled with a soundtrack that was clearly designed to hurt you slowly. 

Beside you, Senku exhaled through his nose. He couldn't comprehend why you kept choosing movies that clearly tugged at your heartstrings.

“Statistically speaking, you've chosen emotional damage 6 times in a row.” He spoke, voice flat as he stared at the screen with a look of boredom. He wouldn't be watching these movies if it weren't for you.

“Shut up, Sen.” You laughed through your flowing tears. Your voice was shaky as the soundtrack was starting to affect you harder. 

That was when he finally looked at you, a frown appearing on his face as he saw the tears streaming down, your hands already hovering above your eyes to rub them. 

You were crying again. Rubbing your eyes on top of that, too. 

“Stop doing that.” He said immediately, tone firm.

You blinked, “Huh?” 

“Tch,” his hands reached out, pulling yours away from your face before you could even process it. His grip was gentle, quick, and precise. 

“You’re going to irritate your corneas if you keep rubbing your eyes,” he continued, as if a doctor was scolding their patient. “Damage delicate blood vessels, make the inflammation worse— do you want me to continue?” 

He warned, and you shook your head. “I'm just—” 

“Crying and rubbing your eyes.” He finished for you, clearly unimpressed. 

His hands never released your wrists. With a sigh, he pulled them down gently. “Why do you always choose movies that do this to you? It's stupid.” 

You opened your mouth, ready to argue and defend your choices. “It's part of the experience, Senku.” 

“Yeah, right, I believe you,” he mocked softly. 

He shifted closer, hands releasing your wrists. And with the same irritating precision he used for everything else, he reached out for your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumbs. 

His touch was careful, almost too careful. As if it were another adjustment made to a system that had slightly fallen out of equilibrium. 

“The movie wasn't even great,” he muttered, yet his thumb didn't stop. “Crying over a predictable plot outcome?” 

You glared at him with angry tears, yet he smiled in return as you lunged to attack him. 

“Stop watching them with me if you're only going to judge me, you menace!” 

His chuckle filtered the dialogue from the movie, letting you tug at his hair all you want. 

“Who will stop you from damaging your eyes if I stopped?” He countered casually—too casually, as if it was a natural response. 

You halted, your hands frozen in his hair for a moment before he gently pried them away. 

“What?” He asked, red eyes already staring into yours, the light from the window behind you reflecting on it. “You're acting like I don't do it often.” 

Right. He does. He does it so often that it has always felt natural. And somewhere along the way, you stopped noticing it entirely. Perhaps you’ve noticed, yet dismissed the thoughts. Never allowing yourself to look further into what those actions actually meant.

Because it was Senku. 

Senku Ishigami, the genius who treats inconveniences as problems to solve for the sake of efficiency. However, he was also the boy who remembered things nobody else did. 

And still, despite everything, you never called it anything else. It was just Senku's acts of science. You chose to dismiss the feeling of your chest tightening painfully as the realization was coming closer. 

No, it was just his acts of science, right?

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Wrong. 

You were wrong, utterly wrong. Or at least you thought so, as the realization refused to be dismissed any further after being buried from years of excuses, the familiarity of routines, and the comfort that you understood Senku's nature. 

Because that was easier. It was easier than confronting the terrifying realization that maybe everyone else had been right all along. 

Perhaps it was never purely about science. Maybe it wasn't just about efficiency, logic, or the fact that Senku disliked being unable to solve inconveniences. 

Maybe—

Your breath got caught in your throat again, between your tempting realization and the reflex to push it down. The thought settled painfully; it felt almost impossible to make it go away. 

Your memories weren't much help either, as they replayed endlessly without permission, refusing to stay harmless. 

The reminders, the way he noticed things before you did, the way he was always prepared for your inconveniences as if he had already calculated them, the way he always remembered. 

The realization was everywhere, taunting you dangerously. You could see it in everything you dismissed as his acts of science.

Which was why the sight of the small metal tube of lip stain on your hands felt almost unbearable as it weighed and catalyzed your realization. 

“Try it already,” Senku spoke from his desk chair across from you, who sat on his bed, your usual spot. He sounded mildly annoyed at your silence. 

You couldn't really blame him. You've been silent for too long, buried in your thoughts that refused to go quiet. 

It was almost funny, really. A lip stain was all it took to catalyze your realization. However, it wasn't just any lip stain. It was a replica of the one that you've been searching for endlessly for the past few weeks. 

The same lip stain you cried over with embarrassing levels of devastation after losing it, especially since it was discontinued everywhere. You could recall the countless times you brought it up whenever you were with Senku. How the shade was your favorite since it suited you so well, and how you couldn't find any alternatives. 

“You…made this?” You spoke out softly, finally finding your voice again.

He clicked the roof of his tongue. “Yeah? Why are you acting so surprised as if I hadn't made things before?” 

Your eyes refused to leave the lip stain in your hands. The metal surface felt cool against your fingers. You noticed the engraving of your name on the packaging, which wasn't like the packaging of your previous lip stain with stickers that wore out easily after a few uses.

You heard the wheels of his desk chair roll closer towards you. “I changed the packaging since you always complained about the lettering wearing off easily.” 

“How did you remember the shade?” You looked up at him, and your eyes immediately met his again. He was already looking at you. 

He gave you his signature laugh. “That was the hard part. Learning cosmetology was 10 billion percent easier. I had to rely on information and pictures online, as well as yours.” 

“I would've finished it within a week if you had tested out the shade samples yourself.” He smirked, “Byakuya kept whining that it'd ruin the surprise.” 

You tilted your head, “Byakuya knew about this?” 

“Of course. He caught me watching a cosmetology crash course at 2 AM.” 

You found yourself laughing at his response. Your grin was wide, so wide that it made your cheeks hurt. You were genuinely so happy.

You kept smiling even when you were no longer laughing. Senku raised a brow, mirroring the previous tilt of your head. “What?” 

“You're—” your grin appeared again, your cheeks were really starting to hurt. “You're so sweet, Sen.” 

He paused in disbelief. “Hah? What are you talking about—” 

Your sudden hug caught him off guard, and your added weight pushed the desk chair backward slightly. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, one hand still gripping the lip stain tightly. 

“Thank you, Sen. Seriously, I don't know how to thank you enough.” 

He clicked the roof of his tongue again, acting annoyed, yet the smile on his face said otherwise. As well as his hand that steadied you against him, returning the hug. 

“You can thank me by actually trying it. How else am I supposed to know I got the shade right?” 

The grin on your face remained as you pulled away. “Okay,” your voice became strangely soft. 

You were about to use your phone screen as a mirror when Senku reached out to grab the lip stain from you. “It has a built-in mirror. Less hassle.” 

You stared at him in awe. “Oh my gosh, you really considered the design of the packaging.” 

He shrugged, handing the lip stain back to you. “The original design was inefficient. You would need a separate mirror each time.” 

He didn't say anything else as he watched you apply it to your lips. A satisfied smile formed on your face, and Senku nearly exhaled in relief. He didn't fail; he succeeded in reviving your favorite lip stain. 

Your eyes shifted to meet his again, your smile refusing to leave your face. “How do I look, Sen?” 

He paused for a second, “The same but with a different shade of lip color.” 

You gasped and hit him playfully. “How rude! You learned cosmetology but not about how to compliment a girl?” 

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Why would I waste my time with the latter?”

You rolled your eyes before admiring the shade with the built-in mirror. “You could at least say I look prettier.” 

“You always do,” he responded too quickly, without any hesitation in the tone of his voice. It was too straightforward, as if he were reciting a fact.

You short-circuit for a few seconds, cheeks burning up slightly as you look away.

“You're really amazing, Sen...” You mumbled, admiring his creation while trying to ignore the warmth from your cheeks.

“Yeah?” A quiet chuckle escaped from him. 

“I've built rockets, and this is what impressed you the most?” He added, a teasing grin on his face. 

“Well, this one is the most unexpected thing you would do, y’know?” 

He shook his head with another chuckle. “You're welcome.” He moved himself using his chair, a hand reaching for a notebook on his desk. “I haven't tested the transfer resistance yet, but it stains better than the original.” 

“Why not?” 

“Do you expect me to wear it?” 

You laughed out loud, “Wouldn't you do it for science?”

“Nice joke.” He deadpanned. “I did it for you, not for science, idiot.” 

Somehow, that confession hit harder than anything else. 

“The Senku Ishigami is doing something that isn't for science? Is the world meeting its doom soon?” you joked mockingly. 

“That's worse than the previous one.” He deadpanned again. 

You giggled, hands reaching out to pull his chair closer to you, a mischievous idea had already appeared in your head just seconds ago. 

“What are you doing?” 

You didn't answer. Instead, you tugged his head down, closer to your face. With a swift motion, you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. 

You pulled away, satisfied with your results. There was a clear mark from the gloss, yet no pigment. The only pigment you found was the burning ears of Senku, dusted with a faint red. 

“Results concluded, it's transfer proof.” You grinned at his frozen state. “You can log the results in your notebook now.” 

A teasing smirk formed on your face as you eyed his silent and flustered figure. “You good, Sen?” 

“Yeah…” he muttered out after snapping out of his frozen state, voice low as he turned away from you to reach for a pen. 

Oh, you were savoring every moment. That was your payback after he made you spiral over his acts of science.

Perhaps the two of you wouldn't talk about it further for now. However, you were—as Senku would say it—10 billion percent sure there's time for that in the future. 

For now, you'll mainly appreciate his acts of science, or his way of showing that he cared far more than you thought. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Bonus:

“Where did you learn how to make cosmetics, Senku-chan?” Gen’s curious question hung in the air, capturing Senku's attention. 

The scene unfolded in front of the two of them, along with Suika and Soyuz, who were gathered around Amaryllis and you. Together, you were meticulously applying makeup on Kohaku’s face in preparation for the selection. 

“It's chemistry, mentalist.” His gaze briefly flickered towards Gen and deadpanned. 

Gen sweat dropped. “Yes, but I never expected you to touch that part of chemistry, Senku-chan…” 

The scientist shrugged, dismissing the comment. And before Gen could question him further, you suddenly walked to Senku with a bright grin on your face. 

“Sen, can you make my lip stain again? I've been missing it lately.” Your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, something Senku could never say no to.

‘Ah.’ Gen's question had been answered the moment the words fell from your lips. The mentalist wasn't even surprised anymore. ‘So this is the so-called acts of science Yuzuriha-chan was talking about.’

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 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.

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.

⋆˚꩜.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.

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.

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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."