Il Dottore

the man child finally pulls himself to sit up straight, a red blotch on his forehead. with furrowed brows, and a big frown on his face, he grabbed your pencil and tossed it across your room — sighing, you grabbed another one from your pencil case, and he did the same thing. only then after, the decided that throwing your pencil case across the room was the best choice.

"satoru, if you're not going to let me study, please leave."

yet again, another whine escaped his throat as he threw his head back onto your bed, "come on, 'ts good to take breaks, cuddle me, love me, pay attention to me!"

"we can do that later, 'ts a big exam next week . . ."

studying with gojo includes him distracting you with his love — whether it being a kiss, or just him stuck to your hips like a koala. he just needed a bit of love and attention as well.

gojo paced around your room, trying to distract himself from your silent form. poking around your figurines and shelves, looking through old year books, and even family albums. but nothing, he comes back to you, slotting your sitting form in between his open legs. gojo slithered his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder.

"'m dying here y/n . . ."

your vague silence only offended him, "so y'don't care if your boyfriend's dying?"

sighing you replied, "i do care. but you're not," gojo grumbled under his breath, prepping his head up so his chin rested on top of your head, whistling out a a random tune that, of course, bothered you, "'toru, shut up."

"give me the love and attention that i deserve and maybe i'll stop," he nonchalantly said before continuing his whistling concert.

studying with gojo includes him finally being tired of not receiving what he wanted, and he turns sulky. his aura gloomy — and the corner of his lips tugged down into a big, giant frown.

gojo slipped himself under the table, resting his head on your thighs. the male looks up at you, only getting a good look of your chin and neck, he reaches his finger out, touching the tip of your chin before traveling down your neck.

still no love. or attention.

the male lets out one last (loud) sigh and tore himself away from you, plopping down on your bed. hiding under the covers, he curled himself up into a ball, his big back facing you — letting out grumbles under his breath as he hides his sorrow away.

you think gojo was being dramatic. he usually comes back, yearning for attention. but no, this time he didn't, just laying there on your bed for the next half an hour — where you coincidentally finished the last question in the practice page.

"satoru, are you asleep?" no answer. but the male shifted slightly, "satoru."

again, no answer. but gojo kicked his legs once, showing that he was indeed, not asleep at all. he had just been lying there, in the same position for the past half an hour.

"satoru, are you mad at me?"

gojo peeked one of his blue eyes from under the blanket and huffs childishly before grunting, he then prompted to pull down the blanket over his eye again. letting you have a taste of your own medicine, "fine, i was going to tell you that i can now give you love and attention. but you seem a little angry so i'm just gonna leave you alone—"

the male opened the blanket and pulled you under the warm fabric with him before covering you both, he immediately locks you in his embrace using a leg over your torso, "finally," he mutters out.

gojo pulled you in, a hand resting on your hips. his fingers raising the hem of your shirt just a bit to brush his digits on your skin intimately. he leans his head on top of your chest, "'m still mad at you if you're wondering."

chuckling, your fingers threaded with his white locks. your cheek pressed onto his head, "you're so childish, 'm not as smart as you, y'know? i need to study."

gojo hums softly, "there's still a week. seven days. you can start studying tomorrow, i promise i won't bother you then," he mutters out, his lips puckering into a small pout.

promises were meant to be broken anyways.

studying with gojo includes him promising he won't bother you the next time — and him ended up doing the same thing, because why study when you can love him instead?

"archons, you're too warm." you say, trying to make him let go of you, however, he wouldn't budge. "it's cold."

"ayato."

"i don't want to."

he has you wrapped closely to him with his arms, completely showing how he doesn't want to let go of you. however, you were suffering because of how hot it is and the fact that ayato was holding you so tightly wasn't helping.

"do you not feel the cold?" he asks and you responded immediately, "obviously, i do not."

"well, too bad, i do."

you could already imagine the expression on his face, a smirk tugging on his lips, clearly amused and archons, he should be thankful that you couldn't escape his arms or else he he would have to get out of the bed with a red handprint on his face.

"release me or i will not talk to you the whole morning."

he hums, "bet."

ayato, later on that morning, had to apologize and plead for you to talk to him already.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

"stay a little bit longer," he reaches out and grabs your wrist, holding onto it as you were about to stand up from the bed. his grip on you wasn't tight and it was easy to just shake it off to make him let go of you but you couldn't find it within yourself to do that.

it was obvious from his voice that he was sleepy and he did not have even the smallest bit of intention of leaving the bed with you until later. however, you have to start moving now or else the morning will start late for you and you'll end up having to chase after tasks that you could have finished right now, at this moment.

"kazuha," you called and he hummed as a response, still not moving from his position, "let go, i need to leave the bed already."

he whines, pulling you closer to him, burying his face on your hair. "just a little bit longer then we can leave."

"i can't do that."

"yes, you can," he replies and you could only sigh. you dragged yourself out ot the bed with kazuha behind you who seemingly didn't mind as long as he still has his hold on you. he has his eyes closed and only relying on you for suport.

you ended up having to go through your whole morning with a sleepy kazuha clinging onto you and following you around.

WANDERER

"come back here." a voice calls out to you, a grumple, clear irritation lacing the tone of it. you turn to look at him, smiling at the sight of his messy hair and sleepy expression. it was a rare thing to see and it was honestly cute though if you're going to say that outloud, he might not like it.

"i have work, kuni." oh, how he adores the way you gently call him by his nickname, the one wherein its only you who is allowed to call him that, though he didn't think much of it and focused on the fact that you were really planning on leaving his side before he wakes up.

"that's not important, go back to sleep." he says, pulling you back to the warmth of the sheets and the comfort of his arms. he has himself positioned behind you, his face hiding at the crook of your neck and you could feel his breath fanning against your skin and his hair tickling you, emitting a chuckle out of you.

"kuni," you say, dragging his name longer out of your tongue, seemingly a warning to which he didn't listen to. he only hummed though and this only ended up tickling you more. noticing your reaction, he peppered kisses on your neck to drive more out of you and it was a success when you were a laughing mess, trying to escape him.

giggles and laughter filled the whole room when he continued to tickle you with his kisses and touch. through broken chuckles, you pleaded to him to stop and let go of you but he didn't listen and only said:

"no, this is your punishment for trying to leave me."

“Whew. So, uh.” 

Heizou chuckled nervously, bouncing on the balls of his feet like an eager foal. He was fidgeting. A lot. Excitable yet anxious, his fingers twisted and rubbed against the skin of his palm, restless with nerves. He clasped his hands together, but it did nothing to ease his anticipation. Sucking in a breath to steady himself, his next words came out in a rush.

“I’m going to ask you to go out with me on Saturday in a moment and I’m super nervous about it, so it would be really helpful if I knew whether you’re going to say yes or not.”

He glanced up at you, and a glimmer of hope sparkled in his olive-tinted eyes. You swallowed, suppressing burning nerves of your own.

“Oh, uhm. Yeah. Sure,” you said, and cursed the waver in your voice. “I… should be able to do that.”

A grin broke across his face, rivalling the brightness of the morning sun, and little dimples bloomed in the dip of each fair cheek. Heizou’s heart pounded against his ribs like a powerful buck ramming into the walls of a cage. Any faster, and he was sure it would leap out altogether. 

“Okay. Uh. Well, then. In— in that case…” He cleared his throat and took a long, deep breath, closing his eyes. 

Steady, Heizou, he told himself. Calm.

His eyes shot open and in one breath he blurted, “WillyougooutwithmeonSaturday?”

Your eyebrows flew up with a realisation and a hand clapped over your mouth. “Wait, shit.” Your voice was muffled from behind your palm. “Sorry, I can’t. I forgot that I’m visiting my grandparents on Saturday.”

Heizou deflated a little, shoulders sagging. He sucked in a breath to stifle his disappointment and the sinking feeling in his stomach. Airily, he said, “Well, you… sure keep me on my toes, heh.” He ran a hand through wine-coloured hair and swallowed. “You’re… unpredictable. I like that in a person.”

You raised an eyebrow, musing in thought, “I should be able to do Sunday, though.”

Instantly the hopeful sparkle leapt back into to his eyes and Heizou perked up, feeling the electricity of excitement buzz through his blood again. “Okay!” He exclaimed, light-headed with nerves. “Okay. Let’s, uh, try this again, then. If— if that’s okay.”

You stammered, “Um. Okay.”

He cleared his throat again, loudly. Then he choked, coughed, and uprighted himself, face flushed with embarrassment and refusing to meet your eyes. Slowly, he breathed out. Mustering up his remaining courage, he asked, “Will you go out with me on Sunday?”

Burning heat rushed to your face, despite having expected the question. Your lips pulled into an awkward half-smile, and you managed to pipe out a tight, “Sure.”

Alight with joy, Heizou spun around and jumped up, punching the air with a triumphant cry of ‘yes!’. 

Then he remembered he wasn’t alone, and the colour drained from his skin. He turned back slowly to face you, smiling a grimace in his embarrassment. “Uh. Sorry. That was… heh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, which was prickling with heat, and grinned awkwardly. “I was just… really, really nervous earlier because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now but I thought you might say no and now I’m really excited instead and, uh, it’s awesome to know that I’ll be. You know. Seeing you then. A-and that you said yes, of course. Uh.” He swallowed with a dry throat, and felt himself shrink a little inside. 

Here he was, the Tenryou Commission’s top detective, renowned for his silver tongue and sweet-talk, tripping over himself like a bumbling fool. If Kujou Sara saw him now, he had no doubt she’d fix him with a look of such disappointed derision that he’d crawl up into a hole and never show himself for the next five years. 

Another gulp. His Adam’s apple bobbed down and up again with the effort. The inside of his mouth felt like sandpaper. 

“I’m sorry, am I being a bit much?” he asked, wincing at himself. “Because, y’know,” he continued quietly, “lots of people tell me I’m too much sometimes.”

You almost fell over yourself in your haste to shake your head. “No, it’s— it’s fine.” In a bashful mumble, you said, “I’m… also excited.”

Heizou’s grin stretched wider, practically dazzling with joy, and his sparkling eyes crinkled into steely-green crescents. A flush of red blossomed on his cheeks. By now his mouth hurt from smiling, but he didn’t care. Not as long as you were happy, too.

“R-really?” he stammered, then halted himself. “I mean— uh, well, obviously you are.” He began to fidget again. “Because otherwise you’d have said no. W-which isn’t to say ‘obviously’ as in an ‘obviously you’ll enjoy spending time with me’ because I can’t necessarily guarantee that, and I’m not being arrogant and forcing you to do anything you don’t want to or anything of course, but—“

“Heizou?”

He gulped. “…Yeah?”

You smiled at him, lips upturned in subtle amusement, and he swore there and then that you were the most stunning person he had ever seen. 

“You can relax, you know,” you said, and joked lightly, “I won’t bite.”

His brows rose. “Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Sorry. Just… nerves again.” A silence spanned between you, and suddenly everything was awkward again. When Heizou spoke, he was painfully aware of the trembling lilt in his voice, and how it cut through the silence so conspicuously.

 “So, uh, see you Sunday, then…?”

You scratched the back of your ear. “Yep.”

A relieved laugh suddenly bubbled forth from Heizou’s lips before he could hold it back, clear and bright as a twinkle of sunlight caught on the surface of a rushing brook. All of his nerves were flushed away with a swift whoosh of long-held anticipation’s release. Instead, a flutter akin to butterfly wings took flight in his chest. He ran another hand through his hair and felt himself sag in relief.

It all seemed so funny to him, suddenly. Even the quizzical look you shot him at his laughter.

“Well then,” he said breathlessly when he regained his composure. “Okay.” Another chuckle. “I’ll see you then.”

You nodded, ready to leave, but Heizou suddenly stepped forwards and laced spindly fingers with yours. He squeezed your hands, beaming, and pressed his nose to yours. Fire flared in your cheeks.

“I look forward to it,” he added in a playful whisper. You tried to keep a straight face, but something about that grin was contagious, and you found yourself smiling back before you could stop it.

A second passed. Then two. You soon realised that he showed no intention of letting go of your hands. Feeling heat rise to your ears, you cleared your throat, and said, “I, uh. Need to go now. So… I’ll see you around.”

You made to move away, but found his hands still around yours. Heizou frowned at you and his eyebrows furrowed, like he was confused as to why you weren’t leaving. With a nod of your head, you gestured to your interlocked hands, and Heizou’s eyes widened. His cheeks flared red.

“Oh! Of course. Yeah.” With a final squeeze, he dropped your hands. “I’d… forgotten I was holding those,” he admitted. 

You sent him a suspecting look, to which he thrust his hands in the air, declaring innocence. “No, seriously! I— I really didn’t mean to hold onto them for so long.”

You chuckled an ‘okay’ with a shake of your head and turned away, waving him goodbye. He watched you leave, still able to hear the blood rushing in his ears. It felt like a firework had been lit within him, exploding with glittering excitement. 

Once he was certain you were gone, he whipped around and pumped his fist, yelling another silent ‘yessss!’ into the air. Then he walked (well, skipped) down the street, humming contentedly to himself, and ignored any funny glances directed his way.

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