giyuu’s tired, battered, and bruised. he single-handedly took on about a dozen demons, and although he always acts like it isn’t a big deal, he’s come home with darker bags under his eyes. the guilt he feels when he can’t save someone is self-destructive, and this job has been wearing him out.

he never knows when or if he’ll be able to come back to your safe, warm embrace again.

but when he comes back to your estate, which has become a habit instead of going to his own, you’ve already drawn him a warm bath, and you stand in the bathroom with a shy smile on your face.

you’ve always known about giyuu’s feelings, about his past, especially with his childhood best friend. he’s never felt like he deserves to be the water hashira, or even a hashira itself for that matter. even with all of your reassurance, he still doesn’t believe that he is deserving of the ‘lord’ title.

but intimate moments like these tell him enough. the way you bathe him so gently makes him feel delicate. your touch makes him feel like he’s worth something, like he isn’t just an unfortunate source of power.

so as soon as he silently gets into the bath, and you begin rubbing soap on his bare chest, he lets out a sigh. he knows it’s an intimate moment, and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else but you with him. you run your hands over his scars and new bruises, treating him like a masterpiece, a sculpted piece of art.

and when you’re done scrubbing his entire body, you bring some clean water up to his hair, and he willingly tilts his head back, something you’ve told him to do so water doesn’t run into his eyes. once you’ve rinsed it, you place a gentle kiss on his wet cheek, and although he’s had a stoic expression for most of the time, he gives you a tired smile.

you hand him a towel and stand up, leaving and closing the door behind you so he can dry himself off and get dressed for bed.

a couple of minutes pass, and before you know it, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and closing it behind you. he kneels in front of you, back facing you so you can comb through his hair.

you untangle his long hair and brush through it. a soft sigh of pleasure leaves him, and you smile at his relief. he sits through the session with no complaints.

when you’re done, you place a kiss on his neck and watch him shudder at the unexpected touch. you giggle at his sensitivity, and he grumbles at your teasing.

but you tap his back, a movement you do so he knows you’re getting up to climb into bed, and he follows you.

he bends down and crawls into bed next to you, quickly finding comfort in your warmth.

though something’s missing, and you’re not cuddling him how you normally do.

he begins to feel frustrated until your lips are soft and pressing against his, giving him plush, comforting kisses.

he feels the bed shift underneath him, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down. when you try to pull away, he quietly chases your lips, and you reluctantly come back to kissing him. after the short moment, you give him one more kiss before lying back down.

giyuu lets out a small, almost inaudible huff. he’ll never admit it, but he already misses your lips on his, and he misses your touch too.

your arm, however, finds its way to his stomach and lies across it. you cuddle up more to him, and although his hands aren’t all over you like yours are to him, he places a reassuring, large hand on your back.

right before you drift off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, and giyuu feels you cling on tighter to him.

“behave, brat. don’t crawl all over her when she’s here.” ryomen looks at an excited yuji, who’s bouncing off the walls in the living room.

“i’m excited! i wanna see her, i wanna see her! when’s she coming over?” he shouts, referring to you, his older brother’s girlfriend.

right as yuji asks, the doorbell rings, and he runs while shouting, “she’s here, she’s—“

on the porch, you hear muffled yelling inside from a high-pitched voice, most likely from sukuna’s little brother yuji. quietly, you tap your floor against the wood and hum to yourself, when the door opens with a click.

and the picture is a sight to see. sukuna’s hand lies on the door handle, and the other on a pink tuft of hair belonging to little yuji.

the boy’s cheeks pinken as you look at him and crouch down to his level, “hi there, i’m your brother’s girlfriend! i’ve heard a lot about you, you’re yuji, right?”

his eyes widen and he nods, “i’m… i’m yuji…” his voice quieter than usual.

ryomen’s eyebrow raises in confusion. normally his brother would be running around and asking guests questions, especially when first getting to know them, but he’s acting different.

but when his thoughts gather, and the thought renders in his mind, he scoffs with a smile and ruffles yuji’s hair.

the rest of the time is filled with you asking yuji questions as he shyly answers and hides behind sukuna, but occasionally he’ll peek out from behind and look at you with big, curious eyes.

and eventually, he puts a hand over his mouth to cover it, to try and whisper to sukuna, “she’s too pretty for you…”

sukuna’s head whips around, “what?!” as you cackle at the boy’s audacity, then he turns to you, “and what are you laughing at?!”

“it’s true though! she’s pretty and funny, and you’re… you’re big and mean!” yuji’s eyebrows furrow with determination, and sukuna rolls his eyes and lightly flicks his forehead, “i’m better!” he says while his hand cups his forehead.

“i’m an amazing boyfriend to her, brat.” sukuna pokes at his brother’s chubby cheeks, trying to aggravate him more.

you smile, “you are.”

the room becomes quieter, and ryomen places a small, soft kiss on your lips. his hand reaches out to yours and he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

but yuji crawls across his lap, onto yours. he rests his head on your shoulder, unpleased with how little attention he’s getting.

your eyes widen as it’s a switch from how he’s been acting for most of your visit, but you give in and rub your hand down his small back, and he wraps his tiny arms around your neck.

you don’t see the small smirk he sends to sukuna, and how his tongue sticks out as his eyebrows furrow.

sukuna notices.

gosh, yuji’s such a brat.

thought this was cute soo yeah

it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.

but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.

a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.

“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.

“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.

a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.

ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”

“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.

“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”

“nooo!”

“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.

silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.

“you are not. get-“

sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.

as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.

he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.

megumi fushiguro, your boyfriend, has new black cat ears and a long, furry tail?

you rub your eyes, thinking maybe you’re just dreaming. your mind has to be playing tricks on you right now.

you stare at him for what feels like hours, his cute ears the same color as his hair, and his long tail that almost reaches his feet. when he talks, he has just noticeably sharper fangs.

he blushes and hides his face in his collar at your staring, and right as you’re about to say something, he interrupts.

“please don’t say anything,” he murmurs, “you can’t let the others know about this.”

his ears perk up as his eyes widen, and he snaps his head to the side as he hears footsteps. immediately, he walks into your dorm and shuts the door, his arm brushing yours as he passes by.

okay, definitely not a dream.

he’s a bit more jittery than usual, and doesn’t say much. he strips himself of his uniform and takes a quick shower, then puts on sweatpants you normally reserve for him at sleepovers when he doesn’t bring much.

you wait for him in your bed, curling up into a ball, lonely and cold without his comforting warmth.

but then, he emerges from the bathroom with water droplets still running down his arms and chest, and slowly walks toward you.

he hesitantly climbs into bed with you, ears pinned to his head as he doesn’t touch you.

“megs…” you mumble, reaching out to him. “c’mere.”

megumi makes eye contact with you, a silent moment of gratitude, then looks away and rests his head on your chest.

when you run your hand though his hair, as you normally do, his tail slowly sways back and forth underneath the blanket, and a soft rumbling feeling hits your chest.

he’s purring.

your heart swells with love and adoration for this boy, so calm in your arms after a day full of embarrassment and chaos.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you megs?” you softly tease.

“shut- oh…” he pauses when you scratch behind his ears, and his voice hitches in surprise.

his purring becomes louder, and his eyebrows furrow. his head pushes against your chest as if he wants to be closer, hand reaching up your shirt to knead at your hips.

you nearly see his eyes roll to the back of his head, “feels… feels good…”

“yeah?” you tease, egging him on.

“mhm… yeah, real good…” he murmurs, tail still wagging but a little quicker, “don’t stop… please…”

you kiss near his ear, and a soft whine escapes him. “i’m not planning on it,” you whisper, “go to sleep, rest up.”

a few minutes later, the soft rumbling continues, his tail has slowed to a stop, and he’s out cold.

maybe him having these cat-like features for a little longer won’t be too bad.

i’ve been real busy but here’s this

i kinda wanna write for hybrids more like tiger!yuji but i have no ideas

it’s early when the alarm blares.

too early.

the sun shines through the curtains of your and hiromi’s bedroom, and it highlights your peacefully sleeping body wrapped in his safe arms.

hiromi studies your calm face, somehow not woken up with the noisy alarm yet, but he doesn’t complain.

he reaches out to the nightstand on his side of the bed and turns off the alarm with a stretch, then wraps his arms around you again.

a soft huff escapes your lips as your eyebrows furrow, causing him to chuckle. your body pushes back into his, and he gently brings one of his hands down to rub the soft skin of your hip.

he’s never in a rush like this. it’s a little over an hour before when he’s supposed to head to work, but he likes spending his mornings with you.

and he’ll never admit it, but he sets his alarm around twenty minutes earlier than when he needs to get out of bed so he can watch you. he doesn’t think it’ll sound creepy to you, but it’s a bit embarrassing, although everyone knows he’s smitten with you.

so when you mumble and shuffle around, he places a soft kiss on your temple to try and soothe you, maybe to keep you from waking so early.

but you stretch out your limbs with a dramatic sigh and turn around, then cuddle up to him in a search for more warmth.

“morning,” you mumble as you fist his shirt, then throw a leg over his to pull him closer.

“morning, darling,” he murmurs while kissing your forehead, rubbing the nape of your neck.

for a moment, you breathe in sync before you ask, “when did you come home? i didn’t hear you come in.”

he stays silent for a moment before he replies, “around nine, i believe. maybe nine-thirty, i was the one to close up the firm.”

“hiromi..” you mumble worriedly. he’s been staying at work longer and longer, and you know it’s eating up at him. it’s tiring, he has bags under his eyes. it’s obvious he’s exhausted.

but you know his morals. he strives to help people, even if it means he can’t help himself.

a soft sigh escapes him, and you quietly ask, “it’s not time yet, is it?”

he peeks over his shoulder to look at the clock. it’s almost time for him to get up.

but with you like this, staring up at him while your cheek is pressed against his chest, and your bodies are tangled together, he can’t. he can’t leave yet.

“no,” he smiles, “we have time.”

did this make sense

mere seconds before the first time you and nerd!jo have your first kiss, he’s sweating profusely, his hands are clammy, and his knee is bouncing in anticipation.

his darting eyes avoid your sultry gaze as you both sit on his cushioned twin bed, which you were previously studying on.

you look beautiful like this, in one of his large hoodies that you wear around campus and to bed when you’re particularly missing him.

but even after always being in each other’s dorms, sobbing into each other’s shirts after a hard day, cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms, and basically doing everything together, you both claim you’re just friends.

each time you say that, it’s like a piece of you shatters.

but this isn’t something friends would do.

friends don’t grasp at each other's clothes while their lips are clashing together like their lives depend on it.

and satoru’s whimpering, grabbing onto the plush of your hips and pulling you flush against him. his cheeks are red, and his movements are unsure and messy, his body shaky as well.

suddenly, a quick, loud beeping sound comes from his wrist.

“warning- abnormal heart rate exceeding 120 BPM beginning at 9:38 PM.”

your lips part and you let out a soft giggle, and you pull away his hand to check his watch, while satoru gasps in embarrassment.

his hand still shakes in your grasp, and his face is a shade of red, his glasses slipping down his nose while his lips are swollen from kissing you so much.

“aw, you’re that nervous, satoru?” you tease, smiling at him when he immediately averts his gaze.

“uh- um!” he pauses, looking around for a moment, “no! it must be- must be a stupid glitch or something-“ he begins to undo his watch, knowing he just made up a sad excuse to avoid embarrassment.

but you hold his wrist and place his large hand on your hip, “don’t worry about it, satoru.”

as soon as your lips meet his again, he’s melted, completely at your advantage. crazy down-bad for you.

he still grumbles when his watch gives him another notification about his heart rate when he’s around you.