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“So, I play this one?” You point to a card on your right and the traveler swears he sees Cyno’s stoic face give way to exasperation. 

“No,” he replies sternly, “you have to take into account the amount of elemental die you have left and these action cards.” Despite his monotone tone, the little flicks of his eyes to your face at the end of each sentence has you laughing internally. Aether and Paimon end up drowning the both of you out as they look around to see sympathetic looks from the students passing by. They must have tried to intercept your activity for something but were either ignored, unintentionally, or not heard at all over the heated discussion of which character cards go well with each other. “Play that one.”

“This was way different from what you said earlier!” You say in faux annoyance and sit back in your seat with your arms crossed. Cyno simply responds to your reaction with a blank stare. 

“Where did you even learn the rules in the first place?” He’s ready to pack everything up at this point after two hours of teaching you how to play correctly. “You could have just asked me.”

Your lips quirk at the last, almost inaudible, part. Being one of the few people to be able to tell the miniscule differences in his expressions, you knew it was more than just playing the game right. But it was so fun to mess with him. 

“Some guys from Inazuma. A loud guy and a rich one.” You wink and tap the correct card from the scenario he gave you earlier. “Just wanted to push your buttons, is all.” Aether assumes it must have plenty with the amount of  time the two of you must have spent at this spot. 

Cyno lets out a sigh and blinks his eyes a couple of times. He was about to say something, clearly on the tip of his tongue as he takes a few seconds, but he decides against it and settles on nodding at your choice. “All right, let’s play another round.”

“What?” His cheeks start to warm up and you smile. 

“I said,” you lean up and press a kiss to his chin, “morning, pretty boy.” 

Yuuta stares at you, not able to form any words as it’s too early in the morning and you really did that to him. Again, It’s not the first time you did this and it definitely won’t be the last. 

“Y/n,” he calls your name in a low tone.

“Yes, pretty boy?”

“Oh my god.” Your laugh sounds like music to his ears, something he could enjoy if it weren’t for the current situation. He never expected to be the brunt of all your flirting because he didn’t think it would be like this. Of course, you were dating him so all such romantic interactions were reserved for him and him alone but, could his poor heart take it?

Yuuta has this thought process a lot though it never lasts long when you distract with yet more of your fleeting touches and comments that simultaneously say that you are aware and not aware of the effect it has on him. 

The rest of the morning goes without a hitch, working around each other to get ready while still wanting to spend as much time in the room as possible. There isn’t much to do today so your plans were simply to go out and eat at a nearby cafe and come back to the dorms and have an “at-home date.” As you get ready, he finishes before you do and you wave him off to go talk to everyone else he’s missed out time with in the common room.

“Don’t take too long!” He calls behind him, walking down the hall away from the dorm rooms. He catches Inumaki on the way, the latter grabbing his attention with something on his phone as they snicker at the contents. They both end up walking and waiting around at the front to casually talk about anything and everything from what they’re doing that day and the like. 

It’s ten minutes later when you come in yourself, Yuuta’s back is to you so he couldn’t see your face, though the sounds of your footsteps were indication enough thanks to his fine tuned ears. He was going to turn around, but you were just a tad bit faster than him. 

Your hand rests on his shoulder, inching closer to his neck that Yuuta feels the back of it rise with heat. He isn’t sure what you’re trying to do but his reactions and stuttering had already garnered his friend’s attention of concern. 

You grin, flipping down the collar of his shirt before pulling away. “You look handsome, Yuu.” You say oh-so-casually. Toge eyes the both of you, cringing at your display and promptly calls an ingredient to leave you both to it.

He’s still a little nervous and you poke his cheek, cupping his face soon after to turn it to you. “Are you okay?“ He opens his mouth repeatedly to try to find an answer and ultimately gives up. Grabbing you by the waist, he brings you to his chest as he buries himself into your shoulder. 

Fushiguro Megumi

“Hey,” He’s dragging behind you, walking around the store without looking for anything himself. He agreed to join your spree but he thought the most he was going to do was carry your bags and sit down or something. You look back to see his unamused face and laugh. “You said ten minutes fifty minutes ago.”

“‘Gumi,” you say, “I swear, last time.” He scoffs, flicking your forehead. Going out with Nobara didn’t prepare him for this and he was a fool to believe that he would ever enjoy shopping. The only things keeping him there were you and the little snacks you would buy and feed him as you walked. Maybe it was all for your sake anyway; love really did make him do crazy things. 

“Mhm.” But he doesn’t say anything when he takes the bags from your hands in one of his own before taking your now free one to intertwine them. His hands are cold against your warm ones, giving a sense of comfort because frankly you’re getting a little overheated moving around so much. And he also doesn’t complain when you drag him into yet another store, you muttering about wanting to buy that cardigan you saw online.

And he definitely doesn’t complain when you catch him on his phone in the corner of the store, shopping bags in one hand with your own personal one slung on his shoulder as he waits for the, hopefully, final time. His eyes meet you with a raised brow when he catches you staring.

“What’re you looking at, babe?”

Okkotsu Yuuta

It’s times like this when he’s glad to stay stagnant. The calming sounds of rain outside his room’s window fills the silence the two of you settled into. Currently, you’re smoothing a cooling mask to his face as he closes his eyes. You take extra care in tapping under his eyes, pressing the “effects” onto the skin there as well.

“Feel good?” You ask in a hushed tone. Yeah. It slips past his lips and from your position, his head in your lap, you can see the corners of his lips turn up. You smile fully in return even if he can’t see you, continuing with your ministrations as the time goes on.

When you think he may have fallen asleep, you lean back and crane your neck down to look at him. He’s ethereal in the light and it is surely a scene not many people get to see. The remaining five minutes of the mask absorption is spent with your gaze on his face, watching the way his eyebrows aren’t as furrowed and watching how the moonlight reflects off his tired skin. You are beyond ecstatic to witness all this.

After the soft alarm of the timer sounds, you remove the damp cotton and throw it to the side before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The sound was quiet enough to not wake him right away but it seems that this action was a little too loud. Not that either of you minded.

His eyes snap open and there’s that full smile on his face you’ve been waiting to see. He grabs your wrist and as best as he can from the upside down look he’s got of you, he looks into your eyes while he points to his lips, 

“You missed, angel.”

Inumaki Toge

Not being able to use his words like everyone else never stopped him. Your boyfriend was a little bit of a menace, Maki’s words exactly, so he’d find one way or another to show you his love rather than telling it. From time to time you would find little notes everywhere, written on paper ranging from regular stick notes to binder paper to onigiri shaped stationary.

They always hold some sort of compliment like “you look so cute today” or a random thought “do you think birds can cry?” or, his personal favorite, tucked between your pillows or books, “idiot :p”. It’s usually met with your deadpan expression and his smug and proud eyes when you look up from the paper. They also include calling you obscure nicknames such as: pizza, oven mitt, or tractor. Romantic, huh.

But nothing ever compares to when he learned sign language. You had taken it upon yourself to learn a few things to make it easier for him and he’s forever grateful for your efforts. With it comes a plethora of instances for silent inside jokes that have the two of you snickering in the corner as your poor friends will never know which one of them it was directed at.

Of course there are also words you haven’t gotten around to figuring out because they’re not things you use everyday. Once he stopped you in the hallway, hands ready to sign something to tell you before he pauses. You give a look of confusion, expecting a playful joke, but he signs something new and kisses you on the cheek, walking away. You figured out what it was only later.

“Why did you call me that?” You ask the next time you see him. He shrugs, eyes crinkling in happiness as he signs.

“Because you are. You’re my walnut.”

Gojo Satoru

There is no end to the names he calls you, whether that be lovingly or just to get on your nerves, they’re most definitely horrendous. Sometimes you think you’re safe when he bids you a good day regularly, but most times it’s a gamble.

“Boogie bear!”

“Apple cinnamon pie!”

“Oh my god, Satoru, shut up.” You’re shielding your face away from whoever you’re walking with if he just so decides to come up and spice up your conversation. Though, the bright side to it is that you’re never having a boring day, right? And of course, there isn’t a day that goes by where the students don’t look at you with a mix of disgust and sympathy.

He may be Gojo Satoru to them, but there are days when he’s just simply Satoru. Days when his quick wit and practical jokes take a break and he kind of just lets himself be. It’s odd to see him sitting there on your bed just staring off into space, the cloth of his blindfold on the bedside table.

“Satoru?” You call, and he lifts his head up, a forlorn look on his face that he doesn’t bother hiding. He stares at you for a moment as you walk inside, also getting ready for bed. Despite that, he sticks his arms out in your direction and you waste no time diving into them. One of his hands comes up to rest on your back while the other presses your head to his neck, burying his face in your shoulder. 

You stay like that for a while, allowing him to guide you onto his lap as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear which is a hopeful message that tomorrow will be another day. Another better day. He smiles against you, kissing whatever skin is available to him. And in these moments, he calls you something so warm and tender you could forgive the atrocities he’d said earlier that day.

“Thank you, honey.”

Geto Suguru

Shoko stands, unamused by your unwillingness to make a move. She had absolutely no idea why you decided to fall for one of her close friends, dubbing both of the boys as “nuisances” and “ugly bastards.” They would just swat at her insults knowing that they were just jokes and carry on with their conversations. However, you just couldn’t seem to let this crush go. 

He doesn’t seem to want you to either with the amount of time he invests throughout the day to flirt with you. It’s not even subtle, if you’re being honest, and you don’t know if you like it even a little bit or absolutely hate it. On one hand it could be sweet gestures or words like how you did well on something or how you looked that day. But on the other hand, he’s that person Shoko warns you about since both him and his best friend are somewhat known as “players.” 

You like it a little bit because it gives you hope, but you hate it because it gives you hope. 

You groan, sitting on the steps beside the field as you lean on your elbows. Why did you have to fall for a guy like him who seemed so, perfect? In a sense. He was smart and knew everything when in normal class, he was a special grade so that definitely made him stronger than most people, and he was absolutely easy on the eyes. (Satoru would have disagreed). Maybe it was time to just let it all out and take that rejection like a champ. Yeah.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You threw that penny far, far away upon hearing his voice. You must have visibly froze as well as Suguru waves a hand in front of your face, sitting beside you. “Hey, y/n?”

“U-Uh, huh? Yeah. Yeah?” You sputter out and mentally punch yourself in the face. Well, it’s this far already so why not keep going. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something.” You wring our hands together, thinking about everything and anything at the last minute and Suguru can see the gears working in your head. But he already knows. Of course he does. So with a smile, he takes your hands in his and gets you to look at him.

“Take your time, darling.”

Nanami Kento

Who knew a life of domesticity was something you looked forward to every single day? It wasn’t that hard to believe when your husband was him, the man you woke up to every morning and the man who makes your morning beverage and brings it to you without batting an eye. 

There are moments when you both sit up, starting your days with the comfort of basking in each other’s presence as you scroll through your phone and he reads a book, or you getting ready around the room as he fixes the bed. Other times you stay in and sleep just a little bit more before you actually have to move.

But today’s a little different. You woke up before he did. And what a sight that was. 

This overworked, overwhelmed, and over-everything husband of yours can’t seem to sleep in after you do; perhaps today was your lucky day. Without a moment to waste, you slip out of bed as quietly as you can and make your way to the kitchen. You move your way around finding cups and everything for your usuals until you realize that one of the items you need is up high on a shelf. 

You huff, of course he’d put that up there. Taking a stool, you step on and attempt to reach that pesky device. You’re almost grazing it by your finger tips before you feel yourself falling back out of nowhere. It’s sudden and catches you off guard but as quick as oh I’m falling, comes into your head, there’s something there to prevent it.

He has a hold with arms around your waist as you press your back into his chest. With a look over your shoulder, he looks frazzled, possibly from just waking up and rushing over to catch you. You laugh sheepishly. “Morning.” He shakes his head in disbelief.