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BIG REACTION.

bakugou loves getting a reaction out of you.

what’s coming up: smut, fluff, annoying bkg, established relationship, teasing, p in v, touching your clit, protected sex

this was written when i was taking requests. i am not now. it has been a WHILE since i have written smut.

“where’s the key i made you?”

one of the first things bakugou learnt about you, very early on in your relationship is that you are not a morning person. when he suggested a morning hike, you screwed up your face and refused. maybe an afternoon one? when he would sleep over and play his four am morning alarm loud enough to wake you both up, that was enough for you to consider breaking up with him.

but now you open your front door, complete in your pyjamas which consists of an oversized tshirt with his face on it and the capitalised lettering of DYNAMIGHT right underneath. it’s old merchandise he sold a few years back that you insist is your comfiest tee. you’re barefooted, no slippers which is proof he dragged you from your bed all disjointed and your bonnet lays atop your head lopsided. incredibly cute. but aside from his own snarling face looking back at him, he’s got your pretty face twisted in one too.

“it’s six am, kats.” you huff, opening the door wider to let him stomp in, head to toe in his hero gear.

he’s careful not to track any mud or dirt when he steps onto your doormat. he’s quick to take off his uniform, his dirty armour and multiple layers, all while you stand with your arms crossed, staring at him with sleep in your eyes and creases all over your cheeks. you’re having a halfhearted strop.

it’s at this point he decides what he wants.

“i fuckin’ know. i just did an eighteen hour.” he replies, looking to your pouted lips to how your t-shirt rides up with your crossed arms. you’re always so soft when you’re sleepy. “i left my keys at the agency. i forgot to pick them up.”

he wonders if you’re wearing panties.

bakugou pulls off his black kevlar long sleeve, leaving him in his twaron black tank top. then he sniffs, looks to the hem of your tee, “you wearin’ panties under that?”

A/N: It’s been a while since I last wrote so I apologize if it’s bad or cringe for your taste

Art belongs to owwllly.

Suguru loved to stare at you. Not in a creepy way, more of admiration. His eyes filled with love and care. He thought you were beautiful, but that was not the only reason why he loved you. You were focused on a novel you were reading that you recently got interested in. You were quite the bookworm one of the things he loved about you. You reminded him of Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

While reading, you sensed his eyes on you. You knew that he was staring, but you didn’t look his way as you continued reading. Usually, you hate being stared at for some certain reason. But you didn’t mind when it came to him. He continued to stare with a small smile on his lips, his hand resting against his left cheek.

“Do I got a hickey or something?” You called him out playfully, not taking your eyes off your novel as you turned to the next page.

Suguru laughed, “No, sorry, I just like staring at you. You’re so beautiful. It’s distracting.”

Your cheeks start to warm up. “Is that so?”



“Mhm.”

You weren’t really used to compliments. Not that you disliked it, you were just really shy about it. Especially by the guy you really liked since first year. But soon you fell deeply in love with him.

“You don’t like compliments?” he asked, tilting his head slightly in curiosity and removing his hand from his cheek.

You took off your reading glasses, closed the book on your lap before placing them on the nightstand. Finally locking eyes with him. “I mean, I don’t mind them. I’m just not used to them, I suppose.”

He hums then scoots a bit closer to you. His shoulder touching yours. Him being this close to you was enough to make your body tingle. “Then, let me remind you daily how beautiful and amazing you are.” He moves a piece of your hair behind your ear, giving you a genuine smile. That smile that always gives you butterflies.

“I meant every word, pretty. You’re beautiful and amazing. Inside and out.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

You felt your cheeks warm up again, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You let out a small bashful hum.

“Thank you, Sugu.” You smiled.

“Anytime, pretty,” he scoots even closer to you. But this time he moves both his hands to cup your cheeks, staring eye to eye. Suguru liked to make direct eye contact. It’s his love language.

“Can I kiss you?” he consented.

Your heart rate began to increase once he asked to kiss you. Honestly, you’ve never kissed anybody before and you were afraid that you’d mess up your first kiss. You bite down your bottom lip then gave a nod. “Yes.”

He licks his lips, then brings your face closer to his. He leans in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle but intimate. Not rough nor sloppy. Since you were inexperienced at kissing, you awkwardly kissed back melting into him.

Sharing your first kiss with him made your chest tingle with excitement. Blood rushing through your veins. You had always imagined what it would be like to kiss him many times. Hell, you dreamt about it too. And now that finally became a reality.

The kiss suddenly began to get a bit heated, Suguru couldn’t help himself. He lifts you onto his lap, making you gasp against his lips by surprise. His hands now rested on your waist while you dug your fingers into his raven hair, undoing the man bun, letting his long hair loose.

You both slowly pull away from each other’s lips, staring eye to eye. You let out a shaky low laugh biting your bottom lip. “Wow.. that was amazing for my first kiss.”

Suguru laughs as well, cupping your chin “I’m glad to be your first kiss, pretty. You’re mine now, love.”

“All yours, huh?” you teased,

“I mean it, pretty. You’re all mine. And I love you.” He confessed, pulling you closer to his body hugging you.

“I love you so much. I don’t want to ever let you go.” he murmured against your hair giving you a small kiss to the forehead. You smile at his loving words. You sigh softly, closing your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat making you feel relaxed and comforted.

“I love you too, Suguru.” You whispered as the both of you rest in each other’s arms.

Suguru was the perfect boyfriend, to say the least. He took his time with you in everything, treating you with a gentleness that almost felt foreign. He hated the idea of rushing into anything, trying to avoid the bitter regret it leaves behind.

That’s why when you had your first kiss, he made sure that you were certain, and more importantly (to not ruin your experience) that his breath was nice.

You were staring at him laying beside you, in your messy dorm bed. The weak sunlight filtering through the curtains along with the familiar comfort of your room had made it cozy enough for you to want to get a little... intimate with him.

“I wanna kiss you”

Even though he knows you have kissed before, the statement still surprised him a little. A pleasant one, no doubt.

He turns his head to look at you. “Are you sure?”

You sit up, nodding with a firm certainty. He sits up as well, cross legged in front of you and reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His warm palm slides down to cup your cheek before gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours the whole time. You return his gaze with a sort of desperate need, refusing to shy away now.

He leans in really slowly, giving you the space to back away if needed. But you reciprocate the gesture, too much in love to refuse the man in front you. He stops millimeters in front, before planting a soft, gentle kiss on one corner of your lip, then the other before finally slotting his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow yet deliberate at first. It was firm but you had a hunch he was holding back, even if just a bit. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Finding that to not be enough you risk it and straddle him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, chuckling softly. “Greedyyy” he rasps against your lips, drawing out the word teasingly.

As if the kiss didn’t fluster you enough.

He pecks your lip again before stretching his legs out, getting into a position comfortable for both of you. You settle onto his lap comfortably, on those delicious thighs of his. You detach your arms from his shoulders, choosing to simply rest your palms there. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing over your shirt. You look down, the shyness taking over now that you stopped kissing.

“You happy now?” he teases gently, tilting his head in a mock attempt to meet your eyes. You shake your head.

He smiles fondly before kissing your cheek, his nose smushed against the side of your face. You giggle, arms snaking around his shoulders again as he start pecking all over your face- everywhere but you lips.

“You avoiding me?”

“Says the one who can’t look me in the eye”

You pout and glare, drawing a laugh from him as he finally pecks your lip. Pulling back only to kiss you again, this time a little more passionate now that the initial awkwardness is over.

He pulls back to rest his forehead on yours, eyes locking on yours as if to see your next move.

“Why do you keep stopping?” you ask against his lips, eyes closed to solely focus on the feeling.

“Because” he answers.

“Because…?

“Because.”

You open your eyes to look at him, frowning. No wonder he's Gojo's best friend.

You attack his lips with such an intensity that his eyes widen, huffing out an “mmph!”

Your hand goes to the back of his head, ensuring he won’t pull away. Not this time. He has to feel your need.

Eventually you pull back to catch your breath, panting and staring at him like you just achieved some sort of personal victory.

He leans back on his palms, a little dazed and flushed. His lips, now red and moist from kissing stretch out in a grin-

“That’s my girl”

“have a wonderful night!”

as you and geto left the restaurant you were both immediately hit with the freezing winds of a late night in january. you immediately tense up from the shock, only to soon feel the warmth of geto’s leather jacket being placed on you, practically swallowing you whole from how big it was on you.

“fuck, the weather app said it wouldn’t even go below 10 degrees tonight.” he let out an annoyed tch

you can’t help but laugh seeing his irritated expression. as his girlfriend geto was always determined to go all out for you. he considers it a miracle that he even has such a beautiful woman like you who looks at him so lovingly, treating you like a princess is what he sees as the bare minimum.

“its okay baby, let’s just hurry up and get home” you tugged on his elbow as you both started speedwalking through the parking lot. when you finally get to the car, geto immediately starts searching his pockets to find where he put the key. as he’s doing so, you were rubbing your hands back and forth, trying to get any feeling of warmth.

then you felt it.

a little snowflake had landed on your nose. you look to geto to see some had fallen on the top of his silky hair, clearly going unnoticed by him.

the first snow of the year.

“suguru, look”

he immediately lifts up his head to follow your gaze up at the sky, you hear a slight gasp come out of his mouth.

you turn to face him and lift your arm to lightly stroke his hair, “you didn’t even feel the snowflakes at all” you nearly whispered the words, followed by a soft giggle.

geto leaned into your embrace with ease. “yeah,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “i guess i didn’t.”

while looking back up to the sky you began to think out loud. “you know, and maybe this makes me sound like a little kid, but i’ve always wanted to experience the first snow with my lover. something about it is just…romantic.”

geto made an understanding hmmmm.

“i guess i never thought of the first snow that way. all of the previous ones i can only faintly remember because i was on trips.” he turns to look at you and interlocks his hands with yours.

“but if part of loving you means doing this together, then i’ll look forward to it every year. until my hair becomes as light as the snow.”

domestic fluff w/ bf!suguru ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

suguru geto x f!reader (ft. 'potion' by djo)

“...like a witch i know I’ll need my potion…” 

bf!suguru is sitting on the couch when you come home, the apartment warm with dimmed lights casting a soft glow on the domesticized furniture. the record spins upon its playing counterpart and the living room is thus filled with the soft strum of an acoustic guitar and djo’s gentle voice. 

he’s waiting for you so that he can greet you with a warm embrace—an end-of-day touch of warmth he knows damn well you’d love to be welcomed to.

every year, phi beta phi holds their annual beach party. it’s open to all members of greek life.

the beach is divided into invisible territories: rows of tents with the matching fraternity/sorority flag staked into the sand. coolers overflowing with beer and ice. beach chairs with umbrellas littering the sand. bikinis and washboard abs every way you turn. the ocean glittering with sunlight.

“just think about it man,” gojo practically begs. “a water slide would be a total upgrade for the pool parties.”

“no, satoru.” geto deadpans, pulling his luscious locks into a man bun.

“why not?” gojo frowns, almost resembling a kicked puppy. almost.

“we’re not buying a thirty foot inflatable water slide just because you want one.”

“you won’t let me have anything! first, i couldn’t have my mechanical bull, then i couldn’t get jet skis, and now you won’t let me have a water slide?” gojo whined. “what good is being president if i don’t get any perks?”

“you won’t be president if i have to explain why someone broke their neck for your entertainment to the dean.”

the rest of gojo’s whining and complaints about “unfairness” and “being treated like a child” is tuned out when geto sees shoko walking near the shore with a friend, laughing.

“yo satoru,” geto turns gojo’s head in the direction of shoko, “who’s that walking with shoko?”

gojo slides his circular sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and squints. “no idea… maybe she’s one of her sorority sisters?”

“no way, shoko hates those girls.”

meanwhile geto contemplates who you are and where you came from, you continue your walk on the shoreline. feeling the cool water push against your feet, washing away the sand, before pulling away again.

“i’m serious, shoko,” you laugh. “you should’ve seen the professor’s face when he realized he put up the slide show his wife made instead of the microscope pictures.”

shoko takes a puff of her cigarette. “i really should stop skipping lecture days.”

“you know, that’s like your third one?”

“fourth, actually.”

“i thought you were taking a break.”

she hums in disagreement. “i said i’ll take a break soon. not today, but soon.”

before you could reply to her ridiculous statement, someone shouts her name from one of the frat tents and waves her over. she sighs once she sees who it is. “give me a second.”

walking over to the phi beta phi tent, geto steps aside to make space for her comfortably. “what?” she asks.

“yeah, hello to you too.” geto rolls his eyes. “who’s your friend?”

“why?”

“i want you to introduce me.”

before shoko could even laugh in his face, gojo interrupts. “shoko, don’t you think the frat needs a water slide?”

“why do you think i care?” she turns back to geto. “and no, im not introducing you to her.”

“why not?” now it’s geto’s turn to whine, though he doesn’t sound as pathetic as gojo.

“because every time you ask me to introduce you to someone, i end up having to apologize on your behalf.” shoko stubs out her cigarette on a cooler lid. “i like her and im not gonna let you ruin it.”

“cmon shoko, i’ll buy your cigarettes.” geto bargains. “i’ll even buy you that expensive sake you like.”

it was almost as if the word “sake” had flipped a switch in her brain. “the good one?” she raised one eyebrow.

he nodded. “whatever brand you want.”

shoko pretended to think it over but she was already sold. cigarettes and expensive sake? she’d rob a bank for that. “alright fine. one conversation… and don’t be weird.”

“i could kiss you.”

“gross.”

they leave gojo behind at the tent and make their way back over to you at the shoreline. “y/n, this is suguru geto, one of phi’s top five idiots.”

jeez, some introduction.

you chuckled at shoko’s bluntness. “hi, nice to meet you.” you held your hand out for him to shake.

he gently shook your hand, a charming smile on his lips. “the pleasure is mine.” he takes a moment to admire you up close now: tanned, brown skin, doe eyes, shining gold jewelry, supple breasts, slim legs. he drags his eyes back up to your face. “the frat is having a bonfire tonight. it’s invite only.”

“is that your subtle way of saying i’m not invited?”

“it’s my subtle way of saying i hope you come.” still holding your hand.

someone from the phi tent calls out to him this time. something about missing permits? he closes his eyes in frustration and sighs. he clasps his other hand over you and gives it one final shake before letting go. “you should come, it’ll be fun.”

• • • • • • • • • •

the bonfire was honestly not what you expected. you thought you’d be walking in to a full on frat party with makeouts happening in every corner. but reality was much different: it was intimate. a small group of guests (besides the brothers of the frat), mostly everyone in the backyard toasting marshmallows for s’mores, a few drinks lying around, and soft music playing in the background.

suguru had been keeping a close eye on the door. every time he came back inside the house to fix another issue gojo so happily put off onto him, he checked to see if you had made it there yet.

despite texting shoko to ask if you decided to come, she stopped responding to his texts.

when you finally did arrive, it was like a small weight came off his chest. an easy smile made his way to his lips. “you came.”

“hi, geto”

his smile falters for a second at the formal greeting, but he smoothly recovers. “call me suguru, please.”

“i’m getting a drink.” a shoko leaves you to yourselves.

“cmon, everyone is in the back.” he places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the house to the backyard. “want a s’more?”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the offer. “you’re making s’mores?”

“of course, it’s a bonfire. it’s practically bad luck not to.” he leads you over to the seats he saved for you. close enough to feel the warmth from the fire but not too close to feel crowded by anyone. he hands you stick to put your marshmallow on, then grabs one for himself.

“so… how do you know shoko?”

“we’re lab partners.” you twirl your marshmallow into the fire.

“you’re pre-med too?”

“no, i’m a bio major.”

“a science major?” he says. “must mean you’re pretty smart. you should tutor me sometime.”

“right… because you need tutoring?”

“if a beautiful and smart woman like yourself is offering, who am i to object?”

you can’t help but chuckle at that. “very smooth.” you assemble your s’more and take a bite into it. it’s warm and gooey and felt nostalgic. a bit of the marshmallow stretched out and stuck to your chin. suguru carefully wiped it away with his thumb. he looks up from where the mess once was on your chin to your eyes, still gently rubbing the former mess away.

“geto, the freezer is broken again.”

“for fuck’s sake.” he mumbles. “just use the deep freezer in the basement.”

“the basement gives me the creeps at night.”

the frustration? irritation? annoyance? look on his face perfectly matched his earlier expression at the beach.

he stood up, “i’ll be right back, promise. want me to bring you back a drink?”

“sure.”

and as the night went on, you continued to talk to suguru, whenever he wasn’t being sent off to handle every minor crisis in the frat house. he was different than you thought. sure, he was frat boy through and through, but he was also sweet and thoughtful. he was charming, but not too overly flirty. he actually listened when you talked about classes, hobbies, and the things you liked.

“suguru! we’re playing suck and blow, cmon!” gojo yelled from inside the house. “hurry up and get inside.”

“give me a sec!” he combed his fingers through his hair. it was styled differently than at the beach, now in his signature half up half down. “wanna play?”

“doesn’t sound like the kind of game i’d play.”

“it’s not bad. just one round with me and then we can come back out here.” and if that wasn’t convincing enough, he gently held your hands in his, “please?”

“one round.”

he leads you back inside where a few people were gathered around the beer pong table. “it’s easy. we’ll pass a card around the table and you have to suck in the air to keep the card on your lips and blow when you have to pass it. but if you drop the card, you have to kiss the person you were supposed to pass it to.”

“and this is fun?”

“yeah, mostly.”

and the round begins, starting with satoru gojo of course. you carefully watch as the card gets passed around the table. no one has dropped it yet. a slight feeling of nervousness and anticipation started bubble in your stomach the closer you watched the card gets to you. you were standing next suguru. what if he dropped the card? would you have to kiss him?

suguru successfully took the card from the woman on his left, but when turned to his right to face you, the card “slipped”. he wasted no time pressing his lips into yours. his lips were soft and still faintly tasted of the chocolate from the earlier s’mores. his kept one hand on your waist and the other at the back of your head to deepen the kiss. not a hungry, passion-driven kiss, but something more than just a quick peck on the lips.

when he finally pulled away, his charming smirk was on full display. “whoops, guess we lost.” he laughed before grabbing your hand to lead you back outside again.

“you did that on purpose.”

“what? no, no. it slipped.”

“if you wanted me to kiss me, you didn’t have to drag me into a stupid game.”

“you would have let me kiss you?”

“maybe.” you teased.

“how about tomorrow we have lunch at that cafe you said you liked and i’ll try to be worthy of a kiss then.”

so sly.

Satoru Gojo’s house parties always felt like some sort of social experiment.

They were loud and rowdy and filled with alcohol and drugs and people– lots and lots of people. The place was packed… Filled to the brim with hot boys and pretty girls; honestly, you felt like a sheep. As if you didn’t quite fit into this sort of world.

That’s why this was your sister’s environment, not yours. She’d dragged you here with the idea that you’d make some friends, maybe meet someone nice to go home with. It was a stupid idea, of course. You planned to run as soon as she let go of your hand, ready to escape out to the balcony with a cigarette and a glass of something fulfilling. 

Your sister made you say hello to Satoru, thanking him for allowing you to be her plus one. He waved it off, shouting something about stealing your sister away for a moment, pleading you to grab a drink and mingle. So you did. You headed to the kitchen, finding a tall man with sunken cheek bones and blonde hair pouring drinks, he looked at you, immediately sliding some concoction across the counter.

You looked down at the red solo cup, picking it up and giving it a sniff. What was this? 90% vodka? Not like you were complaining. You shrugged, muttering a thanks before meandering back out into the main room. 

The music was blaring, so loud you could hardly hear yourself think as you navigated the ginormous first floor of the Gojo household. This is ridiculous. You thought to yourself, giving up on finding the stairs and instead residing in one of the many corners of the make-shift dancefloor.

A small part of you knew it would end up this way— that you'd stand by a wall until your sister came to reclaim you, drunk and more than ready to go home after kissing a multitude of boys. However, that thought didn’t last half a minute when a tall, handsome man with long hair came striding over to you.

He raised his hand in greeting, and admittedly you just stared at him for a moment, trying to work out if he was actually trying to grab your attention. You pointed at yourself and he nodded, moving closer than you expected him too.

“Hey!” He shouted, shaking his head and tucking a long, dark lock behind his ear.

You squinted at him for a second longer. Replying with a simple “Hi.” one shouted back in the same tone he had spoken to you in. 

He grinned, flashing pearly white teeth at you. You avoided looking at his face, instead studying a body you could tell was more than perfectly toned, even under all of the dark clothing. “Are you here alone?” He shouted again. You shook your head in reply.

“Nah,” Your hand instinctively lifted, pointing across the room to where you roughly guessed your sister would be. “I’m here with my sister.”

The dark haired boy nodded, offering out his hand to you. “Sugru Geto.” he introduced. “And you are?” 

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. “–Lovely to meet you. How do you know Satoru?” You asked, taking a sip of the mysterious liquid in your solo cup.

Suguru nodded, yelling back to you. “Satoru and I have been friends since we were kids. He was a handful.” You snorted, cocking your head at him. So he’d known Satoru for a while? That must mean he knows your sister…How come your sister had never mentioned him?

“Oh cool. That must’ve been hard.” You cleared your throat, awkwardly looking back out at the dancefloor. Silence fell between the two of you for a moment as you tried to think of something to say– Suguru beat you to it. He nudged his knuckles against your cup, capturing your attention. 

You could see his lips moving, his eyes darting away– maybe he was gesturing to something? “What?” You yelled over the music that only seemed to be getting louder. Lilac eyes met your own for just a moment before he bent down. 

Your heart jumped in your chest as Suguru’s nose brushed your cheek, his breath hit the shell of your ear, sweet voice following straight after. “Do you wanna head out to the patio?” He spoke. You swallowed thickly, pulling your head back an inch and laughing nervously. Suguru put on a tone of mock offence. “Are you laughing at me?”

You shook your head, giggling and aligning your nose with his. “No! Your nose tickled my cheek. That’s all.” You smiled.

The long haired man squinted, flashing you a smirk. “Sure…” he paused for a moment, eyes studying your face. “You know, you’re even prettier up close.”

You blushed, your nose brushing against his yet again. “How about we go outside, hm?” You asked, placing your cup down on top of some random table beside you. Suguru’s smirk turned into a grin, he straightened up, fingers lacing with yours.

“How about it?” and with that, he pulled you through the crowds, the two of you giggling— fully engrossed in your own world. 

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

s. geto x reader (fluff)

everyone knew suguru geto was calm.

it was one of the first things people noticed about him. even during the most dangerous missions, when curses surrounded him and everything seemed to fall apart, suguru remained composed. his voice never rose, his expression rarely changed, and he always seemed to have a plan.

but there was one thing that could break through that calm.

you.

not in a way that made him reckless. not in a way that made him forget who he was.

you simply mattered too much.

and everyone knew it.

especially satoru.

“do you ever get tired of checking on her?” gojo asked one afternoon, leaning against the doorway with a teasing smile.

my love, my profound love, my angel-minded sweetheart

˗ˋˏ ❤︎ ˎˊ˗ in which you fall in-love with your childhood bestfriend, suguru geto, a beautifully curated timeline!

the rain is pouring so heavily against the windowpane that it completely drowns out the sound of the television, but neither of you is paying attention to it anyway.

suguru is sitting on the floor of your living room, his back resting against the base of the couch, carefully threading a thin piece of red string through a collection of small silver beads. his long hair is tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few dark strands framing his face as he concentrates with an intensity that seems entirely too serious for a simple friendship bracelet.

you watch him from your spot on the sofa, a soft, helpless smile pulling at your lips. you’ve known the exact shape of his hands, the specific rumble of his laugh, and the quiet kindness of his heart for as long as you can remember.

❤︎ CHILDHOOD: THE BOY NEXT DOOR!

it was a sweltering afternoon in july, where the air feels thick and heavy right before a summer storm drops out of nowhere. suguru’s family had just moved into the traditional house at the end of the cul-de-sac the weekend before. you had only caught glimpses of him—a quiet, lanky boy helping his mother carry light cardboard boxes on the porch, his dark hair already long enough to tuck behind his ears.

you were sitting on the concrete edge of the neighborhood park's sandbox, entirely engrossed in organizing a brand-new, sixty-four-pack of crayons into perfect color gradients. it was your most prized possession.

then, the sky turned a bruised, heavy shade of purple, and a massive crack of thunder echoed across the playground.

startled, you jumped, your elbow catching the side of the plastic box. in a split second, dozens of bright wax sticks went tumbling into the dirt, rolling into the grass and scattering across the gravel path. before a single tear could even well up in your eyes, the clouds opened up, heavy, fat raindrops smacking against the concrete.

you scrambled on your hands and knees, desperately trying to scoop up the wax before the water ruined the paper labels. shadow suddenly fell over your small frame, shielding you from the downpour.

you looked up, blinking through the gray rain.

it was the new boy from down the street. suguru was holding a bright, ridiculously oversized yellow umbrella. he didn't say a single word. instead, he carefully tilted the umbrella completely over your head, leaving his own right shoulder and arm entirely exposed to the pouring rain as he dropped to his knees beside you in the mud.

with deliberate, quiet patience, his small hands began gathering your scattered crayons. he picked up the cerulean, the burnt sienna, the carnation pink, wiping the wet dirt off each one with the hem of his own t-shirt before placing them gently back into your box.

once the last crayon was safely returned, he looked at you through his damp bangs, his dark, narrow eyes curving into a tiny, incredibly gentle smile. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crinkled, foil-wrapped package of strawberry biscuits, snapping it perfectly in half and offering the larger piece to you.

"i'm geto," he said, his voice small but remarkably steady against the sound of the rain. "do you want to walk home together?"

from that afternoon on, you were entirely inseparable.

childhood became a beautiful, sun-drenched blur of scraped knees, climbing the giant oak tree that connected your backyards, and riding bicycles until the streetlights flickered on. suguru was always the steady anchor in your universe. if you climbed too high up the branches, he was always waiting at the bottom with open arms and a reassuring look. if you had a nightmare, he would walk over to your house in his pajamas, sitting on your porch steps to talk about nothing at all until the sky turned pale blue and you felt safe enough to go back to sleep. you knew him in his purest, quietest form, long before the rest of the world realized how incredible he was.

❤︎ HIGHSCHOOL: DON'T CATCH A COLD!

high school brought changes—different classes, new circles of friends, and the inevitable growth that comes with turning sixteen. but suguru never moved an inch from your side. he grew taller, his shoulders broadening out, and his quiet demeanor sharpened into a confidence that drew people in. yet, no matter how crowded the school hallways were, his eyes always found yours the second you walked into a room.

you realized you were completely, irrevocably in love with him on a cold tuesday in november during your junior year.

you had stayed late in the library to study for a history exam, entirely losing track of time. when the building closed, you walked out into the freezing night air, shivering in your thin sweater because you had forgotten your jacket in your locker.

you didn't even have to look up to know he was waiting by the school gates. suguru stepped out from under the streetlamp, already unzipping his heavy winter coat. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his familiar, comforting warmth. as he reached down to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushed against your freezing cheek.

"you're going to catch a cold," he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, his dark eyes looking down at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

in that split second, looking at the gentle curve of his smile under the amber streetlight, you knew. he wasn't just your best friend anymore. he was everything.

❤︎ SWEETHEARTS: YOU'RE MY CONSTANT

dating suguru felt less like stepping into a new relationship and more like finally coming home.

there were no grand, loud declarations. instead, it happened on his bedroom floor during senior year, surrounded by graduation pamphlets and old college applications. you had been venting about the overwhelming fear of the future, of things changing too fast, when suguru reached out and caught your hand.

his grip was warm, and entirely steady.

"things can change all they want," he had said softly, his thumb tracing the back of your knuckles. "but i'm not going anywhere. i want to be wherever you are. always."

when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time, it was hesitant, as if he was giving you the space to back away if you wanted to. it tasted like sweet tea and felt like the culmination of ten years of shared secrets, late-night phone calls, and just . . love. when you melted into it, a soft, relieved sigh left his lips, his hand moving to gently cradle the back of your neck.

❤︎ THE FUTURE: IF I WERE TO LIVE A THOUSAND LIVES, I'D MAKE YOU MINE IN EACH ONE

back in the present, suguru finally snips the end of the red string with a pair of scissors. he turns around on the floor, resting his forearms on your knees as he looks up at you, a soft, incredibly tender smile playing on his lips.

"finished," he murmurs, taking your left wrist and gently tying the bracelet around it. the silver beads catch the warm light of the living room lamp. "a reminder for your desk at college next semester."

you look down at the bracelet, then up into his dark eyes. the future used to terrify you, but looking at him now—with his hair falling loosely around his shoulders and his heart completely open to you—the years ahead feel like a beautiful, unwritten adventure.

"i love it," you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to his nose, before finally resting your lips against his.

gojo loves peppering your face with kisses!

the soft click of the front door closing is the only warning you get before satoru is instantly making his presence known.

you’re sitting on the living room rug, leaning against the edge of the couch with a notebook open in your lap, when a massive, heavy weight suddenly drops down right behind you. two long, familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you backward until your back is pressed firmly against his broad chest.

"you're home early," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder with a soft smile.

"i missed you," satoru groans into the crook of your neck, his voice a deep, lazy rumble that vibrates right through you. his sunglasses are already discarded somewhere on the entryway table, leaving his striking blue eyes completely uncovered. "the meetings ran short, and all i could think about was getting back to you. look at me."

you twist slightly in his embrace, turning your head to look at him. the moment you do, satoru leans down and immediately captures your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. it’s warm and slow, tasting faintly of the sweet iced coffee he always buys on his way home, and it instantly melts away whatever stress you had accumulated throughout the day.

when he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his eyes are crinkled at the corners, filled with a gentle, affectionate warmth that he only ever saves for you.

"satoru," you laugh softly, reaching up to frame his face with your hands. "let me finish this page first."

"nope," he says simply, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "the page can wait. i haven't seen you in eight hours. that's basically a lifetime."

before you can argue, he leans in again, but instead of going for your lips, he shifts his target. he plants a soft kiss right on the center of your forehead, his soft white hair brushing against your skin. then, he moves down, peppering light, rapid-fire kisses across your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, and the apples of your cheeks until you’re giggling out loud, trying to swat his hands away.

"hold still," he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled by your cheek as he kisses his way down to your jawline. "i'm making up for lost time."

his hands move from your waist to gently cup your face, his long, warm fingers stroking your cheekbones with immense gentleness. satoru can be loud & entirely dramatic to the rest of the world, but in the quiet space of your apartment, he is nothing but incredibly soft. he kisses you with a quiet & patient devotion, taking his time as if there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

he presses a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another one right on your chin, before finally pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his gaze wanders over your face, completely captivated, a tender, soft smile resting on his lips.

"there," he whispers, his thumb gently wiping away a stray speck of ink from your thumb. "now you have my full permission to finish your page. as long as i get to stay right here."

rain softly tapped against the window while you were folded under a blanket on the couch, fast asleep. 

satoru walks in, drenched from the rain. he shrugged off his soaked jacket and kicked off his shoes. he sighed, walking into the living room,

“baby, im home.” he calls out softly.

silence.

he frowned, that was unusual.

“baby?” he calls out again.

silence again.

it was only 5pm. there was no way you’re sleeping, satoru thought, until he saw you.

laying there like a cat, your lips slightly parted, both hands under your head.

“god baby..” he murmured, unable to hold back the smile forming on his face. he crouched down beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

youu looked so soft, so peaceful. he couldnt remember the last time he has seen you like this. no cute pouty lips or furrowed brows. just you... he couldn’t help himself. 

his thumb traced your cheek just for a second before he leaned down, softly and carefully pressing a light kiss to your forehead. 

“so pretty..”

suguru geto takes care of his sweet girl when she's sick :(

the rain is absolute misery against the bedroom window, that matches exactly how your head feels. your throat is scratchy, your limbs feel like lead, and the fever has left you trapped in that horrible, shivering limbo where you’re simultaneously too hot and too cold. you’ve buried yourself under three different blankets, trying to shrink away from your misery.

you hear the front door click open and closed, followed by the soft, familiar thud of suguru’s boots being kicked off in the entryway. usually, he’d call out a quiet greeting, but the house stays entirely silent. he already knows you're sick; you had texted him a weak, barely coherent message hours ago before passing out.

the bedroom door creaks open, letting in a sliver of warm hallway light. suguru stands in the doorway, already wearing his comfortable sweatpants and a soft, worn-out black t-shirt. his long dark hair is pulled up into a loose, messy ponytail with a few stray strands framing his face. his expression instantly softens the second his eyes land on the pathetic bundle of blankets on the bed.

"oh, my poor girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping into that incredibly low, honey-sweet tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you.

he doesn't immediately climb into bed. instead, he pads softly over to the side of the mattress, kneeling down so he’s at eye level with you. he reaches out a hand, his long, elegant fingers brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead. his palm is cool against your burning skin, and you instinctively lean into his touch, letting out a weak & pathetic sigh.

"you're burning up a bit, sweetheart," he says gently, his thumb tracing a comforting line over your cheekbone. "have you taken anything yet?"

you shake your head under the blanket, blinking heavily up at him.

"alright. stay right here. i'll be right back, okay?"

he disappears back down the hallway, and you can hear the distant, comforting sounds of him moving around the kitchen. the soft clink of a ceramic mug, the low rumble of the electric kettle, and the opening of the medicine cabinet. even though you feel terrible, the sheer routine of him taking care of you makes you feel a hundred times better.

when suguru returns, he’s carrying a small tray. on it is a glass of ice water, a steaming mug of honey-lemon tea, and two small pills. he sets it down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight.

"come here, let me help you up," he whispers. his large hands slide under your armpits, effortlessly lifting you up against the headboard so you can sit upright. you complain weakly about the cold air hitting your shoulders, but he just chuckles softly, pulling one of the thickest blankets up around your chin like a cocoon.

he holds the glass of water to your lips, letting you take a few small sips before handing you the medicine. once you’ve swallowed it, he guides the warm mug of tea into your hands, keeping his own hands wrapped around yours to keep them steady as you drink. the warm liquid instantly soothes the scratchiness in your throat.

"good job," he murmurs, taking the empty mug and setting it aside. "c'mere, sweet girl."

finally, suguru lifts the heavy blankets and slides onto the bed right beside you. he pulls you straight against his side, tucking your head securely into the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. one of his long arms wraps around your waist, pulling you so close that you can hear the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. his other hand goes straight to your head, his long fingers gently massaging your scalp in slow, repetitive motions that instantly start to dull the pounding headache behind your eyes.

"close your eyes," he whispers against your hair.

you twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, shivering slightly as another wave of fever-chills hits you. suguru notices immediately. he shifts, pulling the blankets all the way up over both of your shoulders and pressing his entire, warm body against your back to act as a human radiator.

"don't come any closer," you mumble, your voice thick and stuffed up as you try to pull the blanket higher over your face. "you're going to get sick if you kiss me."

suguru just lets out a soft, amused huff, completely ignoring your warning as he sits down on the edge of the bed. he reaches out, gently tugging the edge of the blanket down just enough to reveal your eyes and your flushed, pink nose.

"i don't care," he murmurs softly, a tender smile playing on his lips.

before you can protest again, he leans down and presses a warm, lingering kiss right to the center of your forehead, then another one to the tip of your nose. he lingers there for a second, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your watery eyes.

"if i get sick, then we can just stay in bed and look after each other," he whispers, sliding under the covers to pull you close against his chest. "now stop worrying and close your eyes, baby."

little shiny rings on either side of his bottom lip.

your boyfriend had just gotten his snakebite piercings yesterday, and saying he looked good was an understatement.

suguru had plenty of piercings. his ear gauges, eyebrow, and dermal to name a few. he was used to the healing process, and so were you, as you had been with him for many of them.

but you weren’t a fan of the healing process of his snakebites in particular. anything that kept you from your boyfriends sweet lips was an inconvenience.

you were laying atop him in bed, his hands on your hips, fingers stretching to the small of your back.

you pressed gentle kisses to his lips, when you accidentally slipped your tongue into his mouth and caught his piercing when you pulled away.

he hissed quietly, “be careful, baby.” his words were gentle, expression calm despite the slight sting of pain you had caused.

you frowned, brows creasing. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to- i just got carried away..” you said softly, pressing a brief, extremely light kiss to each of his new lip rings.

he let out a soft hum, smiling up at you.

“don’t worry. just be patient.” suguru’s fingers gently rubbed shapes into your lower back.

“they’ll be healed soon.” he added. “just another few days, sweetheart.”

“okay…” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his.

he took note of your disappointment, his voice dropping lower. “i promise, when it’s fully safe, you can have my mouth however you’d like.” he said with a cheeky little smile, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

these next few days would be torturous.

||a/n: this is a sign to get whatever piercing you’ve been thinking of getting 💆‍♀️

guys PLEASE let’s become oomfs if we have similar interests cuz i love talking to u guys

you had broken up with satoru for a variety of reasons. everything began when he showed up late to plenty of dates, or not showing up at all. when you would confront him, it’d be the same excuse.

“i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i was studying for biochemistry and i lost track of time!”

completely understandable — for the first three times. and those dates he would be able to attend would have to be cut off short because he had a project to finish.

“shit, the boys are calling me. we’ve gotta finish our project, you understand right pretty girl?”

no, you didn’t. despite trying so hard to be patient and understanding, part of you was fully prepared to find out that your boyfriend was cheating.

but that wasn’t the case.

satoru loved you to the moon and back, going as far to keep the city safe, to keep you safe. your nerdy boyfriend was actually spider-man

with weekly villains showing up often, it was hard to juggle studies and your relationship. he told himself that he could do it — that he could manage all three.

“i think.. i think we should break up.” your voice was still soft despite being hurt. the last thing you wanted to do was end your two year relationship. but what other choice was there when he was no longer putting in the same effort he was months ago?

“what?” satoru looked up from his book, eyes blown wide. he slowly shook his head, hands already reaching towards you. “baby, no is it me being late to dates? i’ll stop i swear-“

“that’s what you’ve said the last three times.”

his heart sank when you pulled away from his touch. “i know, fuck, i’m sorry. don’t do this, i love you.”

“it doesn’t feel like it gojo.”