Mina

And he knows that. Usually, when he’s at his wit’s end and everything’s rubbing him the wrong way, even the sound of your voice, he takes a deep breath and reminds himself he’s real fucking lucky to have a roof over his house, a gorgeous woman putting up with his shit, and food on the table. 

Today, however…

Today, he’s got an extra dose of idiot coursing through his blood.

You’ve been talking at him nonestop throughout the entire match; he can’t keep up with the score and who’s got the ball ‘cause you won’t stop fucking talking. Something about girls’ day or your nails or some asshole at your workplace. All he wanted was to nurse a cold one, put his feet up, and talk shit about some seriously overpaid children masquerading as athletes. But he can’t get that here, where it should have been guaranteed. 

“Toji,” you say, dragging the syllables out and he winces, “are you even paying attention to me?”

Marine!Toji grunts, taking a big gulp of his beer and rolling his shoulder back. Still irritated. Still tense. Still painfully aware that you’re poking his cheek. 

Sighing, you pout. “I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” he replies, pushing your finger away, which returns anyway.

“Okay, then what was I just talking about?”

He huffs. “The barista got your order wrong.”

You groan, coming to a stand. Right. In. Front. Of. The. Fucking. TV. 

Hands on your hips, you playfully scold him, not a clue in the world that he’s gripping the bottle especially hard right now and he’s fighting the urge to walk out of the house to drive to the nearest bar. “Fushiguro, that was like seven topics ago! What the hell is your problem?”

A glare slides over to you and you blink at it, losing the small smile you had. 

“What’s my problem?” he repeats, a scoff escaping his scarred lips. . “How about the fact that you can’t busy yourself with shit ‘round the house and you insist on being a massive pain in my ass? Your talking’s grinding my gears right now. Get a grip, woman, and march yourself back out of my line of sight. That’s an order.”

Your face twists into a pained shadow immediately. 

Marine!Toji stiffens. 

“I didn’t realise I was disturbing you,” you say, monotone but unable to hide the tremble in your voice. You’re embarrassed, feeling thoroughly chastised like a child. 

Cold water washes over him. He puts his beer down, grimacing. “No, doll. Fuck, I didn’t mean any of that.”

It’s too late — you’re already doing as he asked. You disappear. The door to the bedroom shuts before he can even process what exactly he even said. 

Marine!Toji doesn’t even look up. The game keeps playing, bright and loud and meaningless. The crowd on the TV erupts. Someone scores. Commentators shout. The stadium roars like the world just shifted on its axis. The beer in his hand has gone warm. His jaw is still tight, but there’s nothing left to be tight about.

The apartment is quiet now.

Way too fucking quiet.

No commentary from you about how ridiculous the uniforms look. No off-topic rambling about your coworker. No dramatic retelling of how the barista betrayed you. No soft humming when you scroll on your phone. Just the game.

He stares at the screen. He has no idea what the score is. He doesn’t even care. 

Because the silence feels all types of wrong. Like the silence before a bomb drops, with a low whistling signalling impending doom. 

Marine!Toji drags a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he mutters.

Slumping back in his chair, he stares up at the ceiling and wonders what the fuck is wrong with him. 

The man can hardly believe the words came out of him — he told you to march yourself out of his line of sight. Like you were a recruit. Like you were something to command. His chest tightens in a way combat never manages to. He even said ‘that’s an order’ like the kind of asshole he promised he’d never be to his girl, to you.

Those words shouldn’t have meant anything to you, and yet you took it on the chin better than most of the pricks he works with. 

“Goddamn it.”

He stands abruptly, leaving behind a game he no longer gives a shit about.

The bedroom door is closed; he knew it would be. Would you even want to hear from him so soon? Do you want time and space? He could give that to you but it doesn’t feel right. 

Every atom in his body is telling him he needs to fix this, needs to sanitise and sew up the wound before it festers, gets infected, and it’s all too fucking late. So he hesitates outside the door for only a second before knocking. Once, twice. “Doll,” he says, voice already rougher than usual. “Open up.”

No answer.

Marine!Toji exhales through his nose.

“Please.”

There’s a shuffle inside. The door opens just enough for you to step out — not looking at him. Your eyes are a little red. Your arms are crossed like you’re holding yourself together.

“I don’t want to fight,” you say, tired and already on the defensive. The sound of your voice strikes wrong, a flat note. “I’ll keep it down.”

It’s worse than yelling would’ve been. Ineffectual fists raining hellfire on his chest would have been better than watching you fiddle with your sleeves, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He’d taken punches to the gut that have hurt less. 

“Don’t,” he says immediately, hands twitching with the desire to hold you, to feel you, to keep you here. “Don’t do that.”

You shrug, gaze fixed somewhere near his collarbone instead of his eyes. “No, you were right. I talk too much. You wanted a chill afternoon and I only cared about myself. I’m sorry.”

His stomach drops.

“Don’t apologise,” he nearly snaps. Then he realises he’s doing a lot more ordering around. He sighs. “You’ve got nothing to apologise for; you didn’t do anything wrong, alright?”

Unconvinced silence hangs. You don’t move closer. You don’t touch him. And that terrifies him more than anything. 

“I shouldn’t have said any of that shit,” he says, stepping forward carefully, as though approaching something frightful, something that’ll jolt and flee at any second. “I shouldn’t have used that tone, shouldn’t have spoken to you with no respect. I shouldn’t have ordered you around like you’re one of my recruits. You’re not a marine, not a soldier — you’re my girl, the greatest love I’ll ever have and stupid as I am, I know that much. I was way out of line. I’m sorry, ma.”

You shake your head slightly, frowning, “It’s fine—”

“It’s not fine,” he insists, moving to cradle your cheek. You flinch but you don’t pull away and that means the whole fucking world to him right now. 

You finally look up at him then. There’s distance in those beautiful eyes. Hurt. A flicker of insecurity you try to hide but can’t quite manage. And he thinks his knees might give out from under him. 

“I really don’t mean to be…annoying,” you admit quietly. “I’d never want to be the thing that makes your day worse. I just didn’t realise you wanted me to be quiet. I should have known the time and place.”

“Fuck that. You’re the only thing that makes my days better,” he says, voice strained, trying to will his truth across, so you’ll know he’d go to the front lines over and over again just to prove it.

Marine!Toji steps closer. 

“I’m a dumb fucking bastard. I don’t know how to relax. I don’t know how to turn it off. I get home and I’m still wound tight and instead of dealing with it, I snap at the one person who doesn’t deserve it. Nothing about what happened is a reflection of you. Fuck, you’re perfect, doll. So goddamn perfect.”

When you start shaking your head to deny that, cheeks growing warmer under his calloused hands, he pecks your lips. 

“I was bored without you, without your pretty voice,” he admits bitterly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. He pushes the both of you deeper inside the bedroom. “Game wasn’t even good. And all I could think about was how quiet it got when you left, how I miss you holding my arm, giggling about how worked up I get over some stupid sport.”

Nodding a little, you confirm, “You do get too worked up.”

Marine!Toji's lips quirk up at one corner. Unable to resist, he kisses you again. “I don’t ever want you thinking you’re too much,” he says, voice breaking in a way it never does as he utters those words against your lips. “You’re not a pain in my ass; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. And if you leave because I can’t control my temper, because I act like a child, that’s on me and I’ll never forgive myself, but I won’t stop you. I’ll never hold you back.”

His forehead presses against yours gently.

“But if you’re staying, if you want to give me another chance, then don’t go all quiet on me. Don’t pull away,” he whispers. “Yell at me. Throw something at me. Hit me. Drag me by my ear. Anything. I can take it. I will take it. But don’t pull away. I can’t—” He exhales sharply. “I can’t lose you over my own stupidity. I can’t lose you ever, not any part of you, not even for a minute. I just can’t.”

The thought…

The very thought tightens something inside him, makes it hard to breathe, hard to stand on his own. It’s a thought he has all the time, worrying that you’ll realise you’re too good for him and he’ll have to grieve someone that’s not dead in the suffocating darkness of the night, when he’s away for any length of time, when he can’t check in ‘cause he’s held at gunpoint and you’re all he can think about.

“You really don’t think I talk too much?” you ask, peering up at him with big doe eyes that melts the tension in his shoulders. 

Marine!Toji lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “You talk exactly the right amount, doll.”

He clutches you to him, face buried in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, groaning at your scent. It smells like a good day, like no casualties, like home. 

“I forgive you,” you murmur into his chest, arms holding him as tightly as he holds you. “Just don’t say things like that again. It doesn’t make me angry at you, it just makes me sad, and angry at myself.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head that lingers longer than usual, he vows, “I won’t. I’ll fuck up again in the future, we know it, but I’d rather die than make you feel anything like you felt today.”

And that’s good enough for you. 

When he takes you both to the bed, just lying there, limbs intertwined, game forgotten and beer abandoned, you start rambling again — softly, about how dramatic he is and the hundreds of ways he can make it up to you — he doesn’t interrupt once.

Marine!Toji just listens.

CHOSO

he watches as you sit up in his bed, tossing your legs over to the side and stretching out your arms. he admired the soft expanse of your back, the way it transitioned perfectly to your ass. he turns over to his side, enjoying the view for a moment. this enjoyment did not last long when he watches you stand and walk right over to where your clothes were lying on the floor.

"don't you want to get cleaned up?"

his voice snaps you out of your trance, not expecting him to even say anything before you could get a foot out the door. you turn around to face him, clothes in your hands.

"oh- um, i'm okay. i can clean up when i get home."

"you're going home?"

his voice was soft, but there was a notable pout on his lips at the thought of you leaving him already. he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his hips. your eyes betray you and roam over the expanse of his bare skin, the sight of his toned body making you rethink whether or not you actually want to leave. he holds out one hand to you. you hesitate but drop your clothes back on the floor and rejoin him in his bed.

he instantly pulls you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to your hairline. he knew that you'd both mentioned the night before that this would only happen once. but, deep down he was hoping that the exact opposite would happen. he wanted to see you and hold you like this again, so he made sure you knew that.

"stay and i'll order us food, okay? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight."

how could you say no to that face, a soft pout that would probably give you the worst ick if it came from anyone else. you nod and let yourself melt into his embrace, soaking up the moment in hopes of there being another in the near future.

NANAMI

he could immediately sense that something was off when he rolled off of you and tried to lay beside you. you sat up almost immediately, holding the sheets over your chest. you'd hardly caught your breath before you start to get out of the bed and reach for your clothes.

"something the matter, sweetheart?"

he uses a gentle tone, hoping that it'll get you to pause and reconsider leaving him so soon.

"oh- no. i just figured we were done."

he quickly noticed the way you refused to meet his gaze as you spoke. the uncertainty and hint of shame was starting to roll off of you in waves. he sits up, reaching for your arm. you freeze at the warm touch, clearly not used to feeling this wanted after a sexual encounter.

"mind staying here with me instead?"

he tries not to make it a big deal, in an effort to not scare you off. his thumb gently rubs over the soft skin on your bicep. you nod slowly, letting yourself be pulled back into bed. you couldn't bite back the soft smile appearing on your face as nanami holds you close, like you'd actually disintegrate if he let go.

HIGURUMA

it wasn't often that he brought someone home. he tried to make the most of this rare occurrence, hoping that you'd be willing to stay and keep him company. the disappointment settles in quickly when he watches you sit up right after finishing, hardly even letting him hold you afterwards. the furrow in his brow is evident as he rests back on his hands, watching you silently.

you try to sneak a peek at him over your shoulder, sensing that you were being stared at. you flinch slightly when you're already met with his intense gaze.

"sorry... just don't want to hang around longer than necessary."

you mutter nervously, trying to flip your clothes from being inside out. he clears his throat, making you pause.

"what counts as necessary?"

you didn't have an answer for that, unsure of what to do with your hands now.

"come back... please."

you'd never heard him speak so gently before. you turn around, taking in the genuine expression and want in his eyes. you felt your cheeks heat as you drop your clothes and make your way back over to him. he lifts the covers, making room for you in his open arms. you crawl back into bed with him, instantly relaxing when you feel his warm embrace around you.

GOJO

having been through his fair share of hookups and fwb situations, gojo was used to people wanting to leave, but also wanting to stay the night. by the time he was finished, he usually had a decent understanding of what his partner at the time was going to choose. when it came to you, he thought... or perhaps, really hoped, that you would want to stay the night. his expression fell when you subtly removed yourself from his arms after finishing.

"you know, cutie... it's usually seen as a sign of respect to leave a man with at least a kiss before you go home."

you freeze, unsure of how to react to his undoubtedly cheesy attempt to get you to stay. you awkwardly turn around to face him, earning yourself a chuckle from the white-haired man. he gently snakes an arm around your waist and yanks you back toward him.

"nice try, pretty girl. i know you don't really want to leave me."

you don't even try to deny his cocky ass attitude. because he was right, almost as if he could read your mind. ever the show-off, he peppers your face in kisses, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. his heart leapt in his chest hearing and seeing the genuine amusement in your expression. he really was the perfect guy (just ask him, he'll tell you).

GETO

one night stands really weren't geto's thing. when he met you during an outing with his bestie, gojo, he didn't expect to take you home that night and be intimate. he wasn't used to anything like this. sure, he'd had sex plenty of times, but none where he'd actually been interested and doing anything else with the person. yet, for some reason, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest as he watched you climb out of his bed and attempt to get dressed.

"i had a nice time."

"me too..."

"when can i see you again?"

the question makes you pause, not realizing that he even wanted to see you again after tonight.

"i don't know if that's a good idea."

you reply, letting out a quiet sigh.

you blink and he's standing behind you, running a hand over your hair in a tender gesture. he wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you back into the bed. he was sure that no words from his mouth would be as convincing as his actions. he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

SUKUNA

he lets out an unamued grunt when he feels the bed get lighter beside him. he opens one eye, watching you pick up your clothes from the floor. once he realized what you were trying to do, he sat up straight.

"where the hell are you going, woman?"

you jump at the sound of his stern voice, not expecting him to notice that you had even gotten out of bed.

"i'm going home, i have work in the morning."

"my car works fine, get your ass back in this bed."

his tone wasn't harsh this time, almost sounding pleading. you turn around to look at him, confused at his shift in attitude. but his heavy glare doesn't leave room for argument, so you let your clothes fall back to the floor. as soon as your within arm's reach, he's dragging you back against him under the covers.

"try that again and i'll tie you to this damn bed."

TOJI

he wasn't interested in spending time with anyone once he'd had his fill of whoever he'd have sex with. he'd yet to meet a single person that interested him enough to warrant spending the night with them. even as he watches you get out of his bed, he doesn't say anything. his eyes don't leave your form as you pick up your clothes off the floor. but when he sees your legs wobble ever so slightly as you try to put your pants back on, something in his mind switches.

"just leave them off... i'm not gonna pick your ass up if you fall over."

you almost come up with a snarky retort, but it dies on your tongue when a pair of black boxers and a way-too-large t-shirt is tossed at your head. you nearly drop them, turning around to look at him.

"put them on before i change my mind."

you nodded and slipped into the boxers and oversized shirt. toji felt something protective flare in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. he now knew that he wasn't letting you go anywhere but to bed with him tonight. he sits down on the edge of the bed, beckoning you forward with his thick ass fingers (damn...). you can't resist the hungry but affectionate look in his eyes.

a/n: PHEW!!!!! i actually had so much fun writing this. i love a good fluff moment. THANK YOU SM FOR READING, LOVE YOU ALL DEARLY, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!! <33333