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₍^. .^₎⟆

after eating, you finally got to open your gifts. you sat down on the couch and opened the first box. your eyes widened. inside was a limited-edition cartier watch. honestly, you weren’t even surprised—your boyfriend, the same person currently sitting next to you with a wide grin on his face, was already wearing a matching one.

still, your heart fluttered at how thoughtful it was. satoru was truly an angel.

the other boxes held more expensive things he’d clearly caught you looking at online—new makeup, cashmere, new heels and a beautiful bracelet. however, the last gift box had your boyfriend acting all weird. the second you opened it, a gasp left you. “satoru gojo..there’s no fucking way. oh my god?”

“yes way, baby.” he grinned. inside the box was none other than the newest tomodachi life: living the dream video game alongside a nintendo switch.

you squealed excitedly, dropping the box to hug him. “satoru!! i love you so much, you’re actually the best.” he smiles at your praise, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his lap. “i love you more baby. anything for you to be happy.”

“i love all of these so much toru,” you told him, a smile finding your face. “i might just give you my babies for this.”

satoru laughed at your words, staring at you with eyes full of pure adoration. “you’re so weird?? i’m so lucky to have you.”

geto ❤︎ suguru :

you were in the middle of the first store when suguru decided he was done watching you hesitate. it was girlfriend’s day, and he’d already told you, “buy whatever. my card’s unlimited.”

yet here you were, still second guessing everything.

he had one hand resting lightly on the small of your back, the other holding a dress you’d been staring at for what felt like forever. “try it on.”

you blinked, turning to look at him. “sugu…that’s not necessary.”

“yes it is. c’mon, princess. listen to me, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but took the dress from his hands anyway. you disappeared into the fitting room and the second you stepped out wearing it, his breath hitched. he stared at you with wide eyes.

“you’re beautiful. i’m getting that for you.”

you blushed, feeling a little shy. “sugu, you don’t have to…”

you trailed off at the look on his face. trying to argue with him would be pointless, so you just listened and went back to change. and that was exactly how the entire day went.

every time you so much as paused in front of something, he noticed. a pair of jeans? he was already asking for your size before you could protest. new heels? he got them. it didn’t matter if the things seemed irrelevant or not—the fact that you showed interest was enough for him.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said as the two of you entered another store. “yeah?” he smiled. “if that’s what you wanna call it, princess, sure.”

you looked at him. his hands were already filled with bags and you actually felt guilty. “suguru, you’re literally carrying everything. i can help..”

“so? i can carry more.” he grinned like he was proud of himself. “your only job is to find stuff for me to buy—not carry these.”

you sighed but listened to him regardless. by the time you both finally finished shopping, his hands were so full of bags that you had to (unfortunately for him) help carry some.

“you didn’t have to do this, “(name). i can carry it.”

“no. if you took any more, you’d probably collapse.”

“ehhh…whatever.” he smiled at you as the two of you headed toward the car. “did you enjoy today?”

“yeah. thank you, sugu…i love you.”

“i love you more, princess.”

nanami ❤︎︎ kento :

nanami sat across from you at some elegant restaurant he’d booked a reservation for. he looked completely at ease here while you, on the other hand, freaked out a little, wondering if you looked weird or anything.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” he told you, snapping you out of your panicked thoughts.

you blushed, smiling at him. “thank you, ken. you look really good tonight.”

“of course. tonight’s my treat, okay? order anything you want.”

“okay…”

₍^. .^₎⟆

dinner moved slowly. nanami ordered something small for himself since he wasn’t really hungry, but he made sure you got exactly what you wanted—not something you chose just to suit him. as you ate, he watched you.

“is it good?”

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him. “y’know, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“but I wanted to.” he set his glass of wine down carefully. “you’ve worked hard. you take care of so many things without asking while i work. today’s all about you. i want to take care of you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel warm. nanami had always been a gentleman, but whenever he said anything to you it always made you feel so loved. you both spoke for a while (mostly you talking). finally, after eating, his hand reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and placed a small elegant box on the table between you. dark velvet and expensive looking.

“for you.”

your eyes widened a little. “ken…”

“open it,” he said gently with a smile. “please, sweetheart.” you opened the lid carefully, a soft gasp leaving you. inside was a necklace—a beautiful silver necklace with a small diamond pendant that caught the light instantly. you stared at it for a second, a smile breaking free on your face.

“this is beautiful, ken. thank you.”

“i saw you looking at something similar a while ago. it may not be the same one, but i hope you like it.”

“are you kidding? i love this.” he grinned. “good. i’m glad. may i?”

you nodded, turning slightly in your chair. nanami stood just enough to lean over, brushing your hair aside with one hand as he fastened the clasp with the other. he sat back down, watching you, his eyes filled with adoration. “you look amazing.”

you blushed, one hand coming up to touch the pendant. “it’s beautiful. thank you again.”

“you’re welcome, my love. happy girlfriends day.”

you smiled. “you’re gonna make me cry, ken. how’d i get so lucky with you?”

“i’m the one who’s lucky to have you, sweetheart. now…time for dessert?”

“yes. i’d love that.”

sukuna ❤︎︎ ryomen :

it was already past seven when your beloved boyfriend finally decided to show up, kicking his shoes off like nothing in the world was wrong. you sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him. “babe, i’m home….” he trailed off, the second he saw your face he slowed down with a frown.

“the fuck? what’s wrong now?”

“really??? you don’t know?”

sukuna blinked, completely lost. “uhm, no? i just got home.”

you stood up, already heated. “are you saying you seriously forgot the one day you should’ve remembered? the same one literally marked on the calendar?”

he stared at you like you’d start speaking another language. “what the hell are you on about babe?”

“girlfriends day.”

sukuna paused for a moment, confusion flickering on his face, then realization and finally, the slow dread of a man who knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

“ah…”

“ah?” your voice went up an octave. “that’s all you have? ‘ah’?”

“i forgot, okay?” he snapped, already getting defensive. he loved you—truly. but whenever you got upset or angry at him..it always ended heated.

was that toxic? probs but, who cares? he loves you and you love him.

“it’s a fake day, who even celebrates that?”

“fake? what? i celebrate it!” you shot back angrily. “and you knew i was looking forward to it, i told you last week. and you said ‘yeah yeah whatever’ like a dick.”

sukuna threw his hands up. “i say that about everything! how was i supposed to know this mattered?”

“because it’s me?!”

“oh my god, you’re impossible.”

you raised a brow, frowning at his words. “i’m impossible? you literally don’t give a shit about me.”

“what—? i do care about you—not some random internet holiday,”

“but i cared.”

sukuna stops, staring at you for a moment. oh shit.

“babe,” he says, lowering his voice as he steps closer. “you’re actually upset?”

“well no shit ryo,”

sukuna dragged a hand down his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse. he sighs, all the fight leaving him as he comes closer. “fuck, okay i’m sorry. i messed up.”

you gave no response, letting him continue talking. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely uncomfortable. “alright look, it’s already too late to get you something so how about this..i’ll let you do that thing.”

“what thing?”

sukuna hesitated for half a second. “y’know..a few days ago when you spoke about makeup..on my face..” he mumbled, voice so low—it’s a surprise you actually heard him.

your eyes widened, a smile threatening to break free. “are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” he grumbled. “considering the fact i forgot something important to you, i’ll let you do it.” you stared at him, a grin spreading across your face. “oh man, i’m gonna make you so pretty.”

“don’t push it.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

“what the fuck?” sukuna says in disbelief as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. “you’re welcome.”

“i look like a damn idol.” sukuna grumbles, a frown finding his face. “a hot one,” you corrected, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “consider me happy now, thanks.”

sukuna looked away from his reflection, eyes meeting yours. “you’re so lucky i love you.” he muttered. “happy girlfriend’s day regardless,”

“thanks ryo,” you smiled. “so, time to dress up?”

“fuck no.”

toji ❤︎︎ fushiguro :

you were pissed—no, you were fuming as toji walked back into the apartment carrying to big bags and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.

why?

your beloved boyfriend broke your phone. you pointed to the shattered remains of your phone sitting on the counter. “you can’t break my phone and then just leave.”

toji dropped the bags on the floor with a heavy thud and shot you a flat look. “it wouldn’t shut up, i warned you.”

“it’s a freaking song!”

“the same damn song on loop for three fucking hours.” he dragged a hand down his face. “i warned you twice.”

“there’s nothing wrong with the song.”

“yeah? who wants to listen to ‘he wanna lick my whatever the fuck, my ratayata?’ not once by the way—multiple times.”

“so you slammed my phone against the wall??!”

you glared at him, genuinely considering throwing the vase in his face. “i hate you.”

“yeah yeah,” he muttered, crouching down and began pulling things out of the bags. “happy girlfriend’s day or whatever.” you crossed your arms. “you think whatever shit you got me will fix this?”

“yeah.” he says, pulling out a brand new phone—the same model you’ve been eyeing for months. “there. a new phone.”

you blinked, temporarily thrown off. not only did he get a brand new phone, he got a bunch of stuff he figured you’d want—makeup, new books, etc.

“…how much was all that?”

“uhm…two months rent.” he says, as if it’s the most normal sentence in the world. “and before you start bitching about the money, i had it.”

“two months rent?!” your eyes widened. has this guy lost it? “yeah. you wouldn’t stop crying about the phone. figured it’d be a good time to buy a new phone—judging the day and all. happy now?”

you stared at everything he got, trying to stay angry but that was impossible. a smile finally found its way to your face. “oh i’m so happy. thanks ‘ji.”

“yeah,” he points towards the new phone. “set it up. but i swear, if you play that song again, you’ll lose that phone.”

you rolled your eyes, who cares about his funky ass opinion? “sure babe..” you grinned as he dropped onto the other end of the couch, looking kike a grumpy cat. “you’re still a jerk.”

“sure i am. come here, i’m tired.” he says pulling you closer until you were half leaning against his side, his arm settling around your shoulders. “love you.”

“love you too ‘ji..”

choso ❤︎︎ kamo :

choso arrived home to see you on the couch. he sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. “bad day?” he asked softly.

you nodded. choso hummed, reaching out, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. “come here,”

he placed you on his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to the space between your browns. he continues prepping kisses all over your face before finally kissing your lips gently. his lips moving against yours, careful to not make you feel force.

“we can stay like this, okay?” he murmured. “i’ll hold you.”

you smiled, resting your head against his neck. “okay..”

every few minutes, he’d lean down to press a kiss on wherever he could reach. “wanna talk about it?” he asks, you shook your head in response. choso smiled at your reaction. “okay, that’s fine. i’ll just stay here until you feel better.”

after a while, he finally spoke up again. “happy girlfriends day my princess,” his voice low and warm. “i’m new to this so..i know my words aren’t enough but, i want you to feel loved—and i intend on doing that.”

you lifted your head, a small smile finding it’s way to your face. “it’s enough…this is enough. thank you for being here.”

choso smiled, placing a quick peck against your lips. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too cho..”

₍^. .^₎⟆

after eating, you finally got to open your gifts. you sat down on the couch and opened the first box. your eyes widened. inside was a limited-edition cartier watch. honestly, you weren’t even surprised—your boyfriend, the same person currently sitting next to you with a wide grin on his face, was already wearing a matching one.

still, your heart fluttered at how thoughtful it was. satoru was truly an angel.

the other boxes held more expensive things he’d clearly caught you looking at online—new makeup, cashmere, new heels and a beautiful bracelet. however, the last gift box had your boyfriend acting all weird. the second you opened it, a gasp left you. “satoru gojo..there’s no fucking way. oh my god?”

“yes way, baby.” he grinned. inside the box was none other than the newest tomodachi life: living the dream video game alongside a nintendo switch.

you squealed excitedly, dropping the box to hug him. “satoru!! i love you so much, you’re actually the best.” he smiles at your praise, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his lap. “i love you more baby. anything for you to be happy.”

“i love all of these so much toru,” you told him, a smile finding your face. “i might just give you my babies for this.”

satoru laughed at your words, staring at you with eyes full of pure adoration. “you’re so weird?? i’m so lucky to have you.”

geto ❤︎ suguru :

you were in the middle of the first store when suguru decided he was done watching you hesitate. it was girlfriend’s day, and he’d already told you, “buy whatever. my card’s unlimited.”

yet here you were, still second guessing everything.

he had one hand resting lightly on the small of your back, the other holding a dress you’d been staring at for what felt like forever. “try it on.”

you blinked, turning to look at him. “sugu…that’s not necessary.”

“yes it is. c’mon, princess. listen to me, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but took the dress from his hands anyway. you disappeared into the fitting room and the second you stepped out wearing it, his breath hitched. he stared at you with wide eyes.

“you’re beautiful. i’m getting that for you.”

you blushed, feeling a little shy. “sugu, you don’t have to…”

you trailed off at the look on his face. trying to argue with him would be pointless, so you just listened and went back to change. and that was exactly how the entire day went.

every time you so much as paused in front of something, he noticed. a pair of jeans? he was already asking for your size before you could protest. new heels? he got them. it didn’t matter if the things seemed irrelevant or not—the fact that you showed interest was enough for him.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said as the two of you entered another store. “yeah?” he smiled. “if that’s what you wanna call it, princess, sure.”

you looked at him. his hands were already filled with bags and you actually felt guilty. “suguru, you’re literally carrying everything. i can help..”

“so? i can carry more.” he grinned like he was proud of himself. “your only job is to find stuff for me to buy—not carry these.”

you sighed but listened to him regardless. by the time you both finally finished shopping, his hands were so full of bags that you had to (unfortunately for him) help carry some.

“you didn’t have to do this, “(name). i can carry it.”

“no. if you took any more, you’d probably collapse.”

“ehhh…whatever.” he smiled at you as the two of you headed toward the car. “did you enjoy today?”

“yeah. thank you, sugu…i love you.”

“i love you more, princess.”

nanami ❤︎︎ kento :

nanami sat across from you at some elegant restaurant he’d booked a reservation for. he looked completely at ease here while you, on the other hand, freaked out a little, wondering if you looked weird or anything.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” he told you, snapping you out of your panicked thoughts.

you blushed, smiling at him. “thank you, ken. you look really good tonight.”

“of course. tonight’s my treat, okay? order anything you want.”

“okay…”

₍^. .^₎⟆

dinner moved slowly. nanami ordered something small for himself since he wasn’t really hungry, but he made sure you got exactly what you wanted—not something you chose just to suit him. as you ate, he watched you.

“is it good?”

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him. “y’know, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“but I wanted to.” he set his glass of wine down carefully. “you’ve worked hard. you take care of so many things without asking while i work. today’s all about you. i want to take care of you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel warm. nanami had always been a gentleman, but whenever he said anything to you it always made you feel so loved. you both spoke for a while (mostly you talking). finally, after eating, his hand reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and placed a small elegant box on the table between you. dark velvet and expensive looking.

“for you.”

your eyes widened a little. “ken…”

“open it,” he said gently with a smile. “please, sweetheart.” you opened the lid carefully, a soft gasp leaving you. inside was a necklace—a beautiful silver necklace with a small diamond pendant that caught the light instantly. you stared at it for a second, a smile breaking free on your face.

“this is beautiful, ken. thank you.”

“i saw you looking at something similar a while ago. it may not be the same one, but i hope you like it.”

“are you kidding? i love this.” he grinned. “good. i’m glad. may i?”

you nodded, turning slightly in your chair. nanami stood just enough to lean over, brushing your hair aside with one hand as he fastened the clasp with the other. he sat back down, watching you, his eyes filled with adoration. “you look amazing.”

you blushed, one hand coming up to touch the pendant. “it’s beautiful. thank you again.”

“you’re welcome, my love. happy girlfriends day.”

you smiled. “you’re gonna make me cry, ken. how’d i get so lucky with you?”

“i’m the one who’s lucky to have you, sweetheart. now…time for dessert?”

“yes. i’d love that.”

sukuna ❤︎︎ ryomen :

it was already past seven when your beloved boyfriend finally decided to show up, kicking his shoes off like nothing in the world was wrong. you sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him. “babe, i’m home….” he trailed off, the second he saw your face he slowed down with a frown.

“the fuck? what’s wrong now?”

“really??? you don’t know?”

sukuna blinked, completely lost. “uhm, no? i just got home.”

you stood up, already heated. “are you saying you seriously forgot the one day you should’ve remembered? the same one literally marked on the calendar?”

he stared at you like you’d start speaking another language. “what the hell are you on about babe?”

“girlfriends day.”

sukuna paused for a moment, confusion flickering on his face, then realization and finally, the slow dread of a man who knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

“ah…”

“ah?” your voice went up an octave. “that’s all you have? ‘ah’?”

“i forgot, okay?” he snapped, already getting defensive. he loved you—truly. but whenever you got upset or angry at him..it always ended heated.

was that toxic? probs but, who cares? he loves you and you love him.

“it’s a fake day, who even celebrates that?”

“fake? what? i celebrate it!” you shot back angrily. “and you knew i was looking forward to it, i told you last week. and you said ‘yeah yeah whatever’ like a dick.”

sukuna threw his hands up. “i say that about everything! how was i supposed to know this mattered?”

“because it’s me?!”

“oh my god, you’re impossible.”

you raised a brow, frowning at his words. “i’m impossible? you literally don’t give a shit about me.”

“what—? i do care about you—not some random internet holiday,”

“but i cared.”

sukuna stops, staring at you for a moment. oh shit.

“babe,” he says, lowering his voice as he steps closer. “you’re actually upset?”

“well no shit ryo,”

sukuna dragged a hand down his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse. he sighs, all the fight leaving him as he comes closer. “fuck, okay i’m sorry. i messed up.”

you gave no response, letting him continue talking. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely uncomfortable. “alright look, it’s already too late to get you something so how about this..i’ll let you do that thing.”

“what thing?”

sukuna hesitated for half a second. “y’know..a few days ago when you spoke about makeup..on my face..” he mumbled, voice so low—it’s a surprise you actually heard him.

your eyes widened, a smile threatening to break free. “are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” he grumbled. “considering the fact i forgot something important to you, i’ll let you do it.” you stared at him, a grin spreading across your face. “oh man, i’m gonna make you so pretty.”

“don’t push it.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

“what the fuck?” sukuna says in disbelief as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. “you’re welcome.”

“i look like a damn idol.” sukuna grumbles, a frown finding his face. “a hot one,” you corrected, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “consider me happy now, thanks.”

sukuna looked away from his reflection, eyes meeting yours. “you’re so lucky i love you.” he muttered. “happy girlfriend’s day regardless,”

“thanks ryo,” you smiled. “so, time to dress up?”

“fuck no.”

toji ❤︎︎ fushiguro :

you were pissed—no, you were fuming as toji walked back into the apartment carrying to big bags and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.

why?

your beloved boyfriend broke your phone. you pointed to the shattered remains of your phone sitting on the counter. “you can’t break my phone and then just leave.”

toji dropped the bags on the floor with a heavy thud and shot you a flat look. “it wouldn’t shut up, i warned you.”

“it’s a freaking song!”

“the same damn song on loop for three fucking hours.” he dragged a hand down his face. “i warned you twice.”

“there’s nothing wrong with the song.”

“yeah? who wants to listen to ‘he wanna lick my whatever the fuck, my ratayata?’ not once by the way—multiple times.”

“so you slammed my phone against the wall??!”

you glared at him, genuinely considering throwing the vase in his face. “i hate you.”

“yeah yeah,” he muttered, crouching down and began pulling things out of the bags. “happy girlfriend’s day or whatever.” you crossed your arms. “you think whatever shit you got me will fix this?”

“yeah.” he says, pulling out a brand new phone—the same model you’ve been eyeing for months. “there. a new phone.”

you blinked, temporarily thrown off. not only did he get a brand new phone, he got a bunch of stuff he figured you’d want—makeup, new books, etc.

“…how much was all that?”

“uhm…two months rent.” he says, as if it’s the most normal sentence in the world. “and before you start bitching about the money, i had it.”

“two months rent?!” your eyes widened. has this guy lost it? “yeah. you wouldn’t stop crying about the phone. figured it’d be a good time to buy a new phone—judging the day and all. happy now?”

you stared at everything he got, trying to stay angry but that was impossible. a smile finally found its way to your face. “oh i’m so happy. thanks ‘ji.”

“yeah,” he points towards the new phone. “set it up. but i swear, if you play that song again, you’ll lose that phone.”

you rolled your eyes, who cares about his funky ass opinion? “sure babe..” you grinned as he dropped onto the other end of the couch, looking kike a grumpy cat. “you’re still a jerk.”

“sure i am. come here, i’m tired.” he says pulling you closer until you were half leaning against his side, his arm settling around your shoulders. “love you.”

“love you too ‘ji..”

choso ❤︎︎ kamo :

choso arrived home to see you on the couch. he sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. “bad day?” he asked softly.

you nodded. choso hummed, reaching out, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. “come here,”

he placed you on his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to the space between your browns. he continues prepping kisses all over your face before finally kissing your lips gently. his lips moving against yours, careful to not make you feel force.

“we can stay like this, okay?” he murmured. “i’ll hold you.”

you smiled, resting your head against his neck. “okay..”

every few minutes, he’d lean down to press a kiss on wherever he could reach. “wanna talk about it?” he asks, you shook your head in response. choso smiled at your reaction. “okay, that’s fine. i’ll just stay here until you feel better.”

after a while, he finally spoke up again. “happy girlfriends day my princess,” his voice low and warm. “i’m new to this so..i know my words aren’t enough but, i want you to feel loved—and i intend on doing that.”

you lifted your head, a small smile finding it’s way to your face. “it’s enough…this is enough. thank you for being here.”

choso smiled, placing a quick peck against your lips. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too cho..”