“i hate how lovey-dovey your disgusting boyfriend gets when he spots you in a crowd.” shoko huffed, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as her lips curled in mild disgust.

“what do you mean?” you asked.

“well,” she shrugged, tapping ash off lazily, “he walks around with this whole terrifying aura like he’s seconds away from ripping someone apart just for breathing wrong. the kind of look that screams ‘i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.’”

she glanced at you sideways, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“but the second he finds you?” she added, voice dropping with amusement, “it’s like a switch flips.”

shoko’s words lingered in your mind for days after that conversation, replaying over and over.

so when you and sukuna made plans to go to the cinema (and for once, he didn’t argue or override your choice of movie) you found yourself thinking about it again.

you stood in the crowded lobby, surrounded by a restless sea of people waiting for the theater doors to open. the air buzzed with chatter, the scent of popcorn thick and buttery, lights reflecting off polished floors. yet none of it held your attention. your eyes stayed locked on the entrance, anticipating the moment a certain tall, pink-haired menace would stroll in like he owned the place.

your heart picked up just a little, curiosity bubbling under your skin.

and soon enough, a familiar tuft of pink hair slipped into your vision, and your breath caught just a little as you focused on him.

the moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately began searching, sharp and restless. a small frown sat on his face, brows drawn together in concentration, hands tucked into his pockets as he turned his head, scanning the crowd like nothing else in the room mattered.

someone bumped into him on the way, a girl mumbling a rushed apology but he didn’t even react. not a glance, not a pause. she lingered for a second, clearly taken aback at his looks before walking off.

his gaze really did scream “i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.”

he moved further in, slow and deliberate, eyes still sweeping over every face until they passed over you. paused. and then snapped back.

for a brief second, he just stared, like his mind needed that extra moment to catch up that it was you.

you watched it happen right in front of you: the shift.

his steps faltered slightly, shoulders easing as if some invisible weight had slipped off them. the tension that clung to him softened, just a little, just enough to notice. a quiet exhale leaving him, almost relieved.

and even though his brows were still faintly furrowed there was something warmer there now. something softer.

something that was only ever meant for you.

“there you are,” you murmured, a soft, almost giddy smile tugging at your lips now that you’d seen it for yourself. your fingers curled lightly around his sleeve. “was looking for you.”

“were you?” he hummed, voice low, like he didn’t quite believe you. he dipped his head just enough to press a brief kiss to your hair, lingering for half a second longer than necessary before his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “could’ve fooled me.”

“mm,” you glanced up at him, smile turning a little smug, “maybe not as much as you were looking for me.”

your hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans, giving a small, teasing squeeze. “you looked ready to fight someone.”

he clicked his tongue, eyes flicking down at you with a warning look that didn’t quite land, not when his grip on your waist tightened just slightly.

“watch it,” he muttered, though there was no real bite behind it. still, he didn’t move your hand away as he guiding you toward the snack counter, keeping you tucked close to his side like it was instinct. “get whatever you want for the film.”

he pulled out his credit card without a second thought, barely glancing at the menu. “consider it compensation for making me sit through your pick.” the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“you literally agreed,” you pointed out, nudging him with your shoulder.

“yeah,” he scoffed lightly, eyes softening when they landed on you again, "because it’s you.”

There’s a cat sitting on a low wall, regarding the world like royalty, bored out of their mind with all their subjects. You stop walking without warning and immediately crouch down, feeling the leather strap of your bag slide off your shoulder, but you don’t care because your attention gets completely rerouted, like the rest of the world has ceased to exist, and you have absolutely nowhere else to be. 

It’s a mottled grey tabby, broad, looks elderly and deeply unimpressed with the entire concept of the universe. But somehow, it has decided you are an acceptable company, and you take it very seriously.

Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s not so subtly obsessed with his girlfriend.

It all started lowkey, back when he just went pro and questions about the life of a promising player piled on to him, the clip of one of his first ever interview that happened off-court, and not in a conference room when they were all still covered in sweat and trying to breathe evenly, is still circling social media, the interviewer went with the anticipated question, “fans wish to know if there’s someone special outside the gyms, perhaps a partner?” to which Kiyoomi only nodded with the same level of sternness he carried during a match point.

Overtime it seemed to become much easier to let others in, he still appreciated privacy, but to know that people loved seeing him break out a grin whenever mentioning you after a good game was priceless. It was one time after an away game in Malaysia that they’d won in just two sets, he was approached by local reporters, swarming him with questions but one in particular stood out for him. So when he was asked “what do you miss about Japan?” he didn’t hold back the smile, instead leaning closer to the microphone and bluntly saying “my partner”.

Kiyoomi had already prepared for the worst when faced with the fame that’d come alongside success, he’d seen it happen before, the gossip and tabloids, people breaking up or even getting a divorce over others’ opinion, but seeing the feedback from his supporters each time a new photo of both of you walking around Osaka or visiting his family in Tokyo popped out only encouraged him to share you with the world further.

Eventually he had a whole highlight dedicated to photos of you in his instagram profile, stories piled up each year, sometimes domestic, candid ones where you’d be making cocoa or simply rearranging and cleaning his memorabilia that Sakusa had earned throughout his career, or less private moments of you walking around the streets of Rome when he took you with him to the training camp, moments from all across the world with you beside him.

It’s all gotten to the point where people recognise you in the stands when the Black Jackals are playing, some of Kiyoomi’s fans had even asked for a photo whenever you were wearing the jersey or jacket with his number.

One time on Valentine’s Day Kiyoomi had posted a photo of you sprawled out on your shared bed, hand on your heart and phone almost up your nose with a caption saying “sleeping through the special day”. He deleted it not even ten minutes later, but of course people had already screenshot it plenty of times, to this day remembering the random exposure that was gone in record time.

Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s not so subtly obsessed with his girlfriend.

It all started lowkey, back when he just went pro and questions about the life of a promising player piled on to him, the clip of one of his first ever interview that happened off-court, and not in a conference room when they were all still covered in sweat and trying to breathe evenly, is still circling social media, the interviewer went with the anticipated question, “fans wish to know if there’s someone special outside the gyms, perhaps a partner?” to which Kiyoomi only nodded with the same level of sternness he carried during a match point.

Overtime it seemed to become much easier to let others in, he still appreciated privacy, but to know that people loved seeing him break out a grin whenever mentioning you after a good game was priceless. It was one time after an away game in Malaysia that they’d won in just two sets, he was approached by local reporters, swarming him with questions but one in particular stood out for him. So when he was asked “what do you miss about Japan?” he didn’t hold back the smile, instead leaning closer to the microphone and bluntly saying “my partner”.

Kiyoomi had already prepared for the worst when faced with the fame that’d come alongside success, he’d seen it happen before, the gossip and tabloids, people breaking up or even getting a divorce over others’ opinion, but seeing the feedback from his supporters each time a new photo of both of you walking around Osaka or visiting his family in Tokyo popped out only encouraged him to share you with the world further.

Eventually he had a whole highlight dedicated to photos of you in his instagram profile, stories piled up each year, sometimes domestic, candid ones where you’d be making cocoa or simply rearranging and cleaning his memorabilia that Sakusa had earned throughout his career, or less private moments of you walking around the streets of Rome when he took you with him to the training camp, moments from all across the world with you beside him.

It’s all gotten to the point where people recognise you in the stands when the Black Jackals are playing, some of Kiyoomi’s fans had even asked for a photo whenever you were wearing the jersey or jacket with his number.

One time on Valentine’s Day Kiyoomi had posted a photo of you sprawled out on your shared bed, hand on your heart and phone almost up your nose with a caption saying “sleeping through the special day”. He deleted it not even ten minutes later, but of course people had already screenshot it plenty of times, to this day remembering the random exposure that was gone in record time.

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An older woman whispers to another about how sorry they feel for you or assuming what Toji is like behind closed doors just by his large muscular form, grumpy face, and his overbearing rough demeanor it’s not rare people are going talk.

You don’t hear the whispers, but Toji does, all of the tiny hushes going unnoticed by him.

His eyebrows furrow from slight irritation as his eyes watch you wander around the lingerie store trying to find that pink set you saw online.

Toji doesn’t complain on how long you’re taking his heavy footsteps following behind you while you looked around. His ears twitch as he hears a woman whispering to one of her friends about how they feel sorry for you, again assuming how Toji is behind closed doors.

Once you had your full fill of shopping and you were back in your cozy apartment all Toji could think about is how he wished all those people in the mall could see him right now.

large muscular form taking up your entire vanity chair as you test out all the new makeup products you bought. Your hand steadily applies the eyeliner on his lash line - face completely concentrated as you swiftly apply a small wing.

His hair was clipped back by my melody hair clips, face in full glam with all the products you just bought. You lean back eyes scanning his face - hand gripping his jaw as you turn his head from side to side inspecting your work.

Toji doesn’t complain nor does he saying anything just a sigh through his nose - eyes never leaving yours as you stare at him. Finally you give a satisfied smile as you hand him a mirror. “you look so pretty ‘ji !” you squeal while Toji checks out your magic.

Tojis scarred lips tug into a grin as he puts down the mirror grabbing you by the waist pulling you into his lap.

“mhm i do, you like everything you bought then?” big hands rubbing up and down your waist. You nod with a smile as you lean forward kissing his cheek as a thank you for his compliance.

If only the people around them could see him like this. His sweet girlfriend treating him like some doll, then they really wouldn’t be saying anything.

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fluff - baby!yuji trying to eat dad!nanami's tie

you’re half-asleep on the couch.

it’s 6:08am. the sun isn’t even fully up yet. and baby yuji is already in full goblin mode - sockless, giggling and currently trying to climb nanami’s leg like a tree trunk.

nanami is in his work clothes with his blonde hair neat and styled. dress shirt crisp. tie halfway done.

“he wants your tie,” you mumble.

nanami glances down. yuji is clinging to his knee, making grabby hands.

“you can’t have papa’s tie,” nanami says, crouching down. “you’ll chew on it again.”

yuji immediately tries to bite it.

nanami sighs.

“see?”

you snort into your mug.

eventually, nanami picks him up - effortlessly, with one hand under his bottom and the other steadying his back. yuji squeals, clings to his dress shirt like a koala.

and nanami just… lets him. presses a kiss to his chubby cheek. holds him like he’s the most fragile and precious thing in the universe.

“you should leave soon,” you murmur. “you’ll miss your train.”

nanami looks at you.

then at the clock.

then back at you.

and then he sits down beside you with a baby on his chest and a tie still undone.

“they can wait,” he says softly.

you smile so hard it hurts.

you shift closer, curling into his side. baby yuji hums softly, chewing on his own fingers now instead of the tie. your head rests on nanami’s shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist without even thinking.

he’s still in his dress shirt. still in his slacks. the most put-together man in tokyo at this hour, probably. and yet here he is, willingly trapped under a sleepy baby and a sleepier spouse, forehead resting lightly against yours like this is all he’s ever needed.

and maybe it is.

he presses a kiss to your temple.

“love you,” he mumbles.

“even when i let your son chew on your expensive italian tie?”

he sighs. “especially then.”

fluff - the battle between husband!sukuna and baby!yuji for your attention

it starts when you sit down.

that’s it. that’s all you did.

you sit on the couch with your coffee, ready for just five uninterrupted minutes of peace.

no yelling. no crying. no farting. 

but, of course, baby yuji waddles sprints out of nowhere to climb into your lap like a kitten seeking warmth.

“mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-“

his chubby hands grab your cheeks. 

he smooshes his face into yours. 

you blink through it, coffee now very much forgotten, as he launches into an impromptu monologue about a spider he saw in the hallway.

you nod. hum. listen very attentively to the ‘captivating’ story.

and that’s when sukuna appears in the doorway.

shirtless. hair wet. towel slung over one shoulder. mug of black coffee in one hand.

he stares at you. then at yuji on your lap. then back at you.

“what?” you say.

“he’s in my spot.”

yuji turns. blinks at him. and then leans over and licks your cheek. 

like a puppy marking it’s territory.

“mama mine.”

you wheeze.

sukuna’s eye twitches.

“did he just-“

“mmhm.”

“he licked you.”

“apparently, he does that now,” you shrug.

“that’s fuckin’ feral.”

“language!” you chide.

yuji sticks his tongue out, smug. “you’re feral, papa.”

“say that again, tiny goblin.”

“feraaaaal.”

“you wanna fight?”

you sigh. “you’re threatening a toddler. again.”

“he started it.”

“he’s two.”

“and evil.”

yuji crosses his arms. puffs his cheeks. smiles very smugly.

sukuna glares.

you sip your coffee and pretend you’re relaxing somewhere in fiji. by yourself.

fifteen minutes later, yuji is asleep on your chest.

sukuna is sulking at the far end of the couch. muttering to himself like a grumpy cat that has been denied his favourite meal.

you shift a little, adjusting yuji's favourite tiger blanket over his small and squishy sleeping form.

“he’s weirdly warm,” you whisper.

sukuna grumbles. “so am i.”

“he smells like bananas.”

“well, i smell like sandalwood and sex appeal. which is cooler.”

“you’re jealous of a baby.”

“i was here first.”

you giggle, and sukuna pouts harder.

but a moment later, you reach out. with one hand still cradling your son, the other one extended towards ur adorably jealous husband.

he stares at it.

then slowly and in an incredibly dramatic fashion, sukuna slumps over and wraps his arms around the both of you. careful not to wake the goblin currently drooling on your shirt.

you press a kiss to his temple.

“mama loves you both.”

sukuna hums. “not equally, though.”

“equally.”

“he licked you.”

“you’ve licked me in far worse places.”

“and i’d do it again…”

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fluff - baby!gumi having a nightmare

it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.

you stir first. blearily. you don’t sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. 

the shadow is small, chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.

“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”

he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big doggie pajamas, silent.

you sit up.

that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. 

gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).

you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm. his lashes damp,

“bad dweam,” he mumbles.

your heart breaks into a million tiny sleepy pieces. “oh, baby.”

“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles. 

“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”

you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”

“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”

he sniffles again. then hiccups.

you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.

“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.

megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”

toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.

you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest. 

he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.

toji lets out the heaviest sigh.

“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”

but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.

megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.

hopefully dreaming about something sweeter. 

fluff - waking up husband!toji for your pregnancy cravings 

toji has reached flow state.

he’s dreaming about silence. warm blankets. deep sleep. peace.

then you poke his cheek.

“toji.”

he groans.

you poke him harder.

“toji. wake up. it’s urgent.”

he cracks one eye open and stares at you.

you’re kneeling beside him on the bed. 

hair is messy. cheeks flushed. oversized t-shirt barely covering your round little belly, which is currently being rubbed in soothing circles.

“your baby wants strawberry milk and karaage,” you whisper.

he blinks.

you blink back.

“it’s 2:47am.”

“okay but he’s hungry.” you pout, gesturing dramatically at your belly. 

“and also i might cry if i don’t get a convenience store egg sandwich in the next ten minutes.”

he sighs. deeply. rolls onto his back like a soldier preparing for a huge battle.

“you’re so fuckin’ lucky you’re cute.”

“i know! i’m too cute!”

you grin and wiggle your hips. the shirt lifts. your bump shows. 

toji just sighs.

ten minutes later, he’s in sweatpants and slides with his keys in one hand. your shoe in the other because you forgot it on the stairs

you’re waddling behind him, clutching a small tote bag with pompompurin on it and babbling about how the baby is already showing signs of great food taste.

“the baby’s gonna come out loving strawberry milk. i’m going to make sure of it.”

“kid’s gonna pop out as a strawberry,” toji mutters.

once you arrive at the konbini, you're as excited as a kid at disneyland.

you grab melon bread. onigiri. 5 corndogs (1 for toji, 1 for you and the rest for 'the baby') three types of chips. two cartons of milk. pudding. dried squid?

toji squints. “you don’t even like that.”

“he does.”

“you’re gonna blame everything on the fetus now, huh.”

“he’s very persuasive.”

toji just grunts and pays. 

you cling to his arm the whole way home while happily sipping from your milk carton.

finally, at home and you’re curled up in bed with your snack hoard. your legs r thrown over toji’s lap while he massages your feet.

you hum, sleepy and soft and warm. “this is the life.”

“my life is being your snack servant.”

“and foot servant.”

he pinches your calf. you giggle. your belly shifts.

toji leans down and presses a kiss to it. soft. reverent.

you smile. your eyes flutter shut.

he watches you. hand still on your belly. heart full.

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i kinda like imagining sukuna’s roar ringing through the house, like “woman!”, and he is angry about something and stomps to you and when he sees you sitting on the couch, looking warily in his direction, he forgets what he was mad about, comes over to plant a kiss on your forehead, proceeds to melt at the sight of your beaming face and leaves to go back to whatever it was he was doing <3