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When it Rains ☆ .°

Megumi x Reader

Is He a Dog? ☆

Yuji x Reader

I Win ☆

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The Song You Wrote ♡

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Summary: Finally you’re out of the dorm life and into your own home, you’ve been saving up like crazy for this place with you, Nobara, and Maki. Sure you’re all kinda extra broke now, but whatever. You can afford your share of the rent with your part time job. But it’s just you, your friends and the stray cat you found in a dumpster, and impulsively kept. It’s in a nice spot, and all your neighbors are warm and welcoming! Well- almost all…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The Guy Next Door

Megumi x Reader

Summary:

Finally you’re out of the dorm life and into your own home, you’ve been saving up like crazy for this place with you, Nobara, and Maki. Sure you’re all kinda extra broke now, but whatever. You can afford your share of the rent with your part time job. But it’s just you, your friends and the stray cat you found in a dumpster, and impulsively kept. It’s in a nice spot, and all your neighbors are warm and welcoming! Well- almost all…

Warning:

I don’t plan on making you cry, fluff, modern au, slowburn srry not srry, cussing if you don't like that

Word count: 2.9k

“Finallyyy, I’m so glad we were able to afford this place,” Nobara yawns, stretching before letting herself flop back onto the couch you were all lucky to have found at some ma and pa thrift store; that you all weren’t exactly sure how you found the place.  

The couch sat at an odd angle, not having a permanent residence in the wide-open floor plan where the kitchen onlooked the living room with an island to create an illusion of separation. Boxes were stacked neatly in organized piles, thanks to you labeling them before you all moved, and to the extra hands your neighbors lended you guys. 

Maki sat on the island countertop scrolling absentmindedly on her phone, a coffee mug next to her. You weren’t exactly sure when she even had time to unpack the coffee machine. 

“Yeah, thankfully the area’s nice and the neighbors are welcoming,” you add, slipping on your running shoes.  

Charlotte, your cat who you found in the dumpsters during your 1 year of college, was pacing impatiently at the front door. 

 You were working a late shift, when you went to take out the garbage and hear the faint mewling of a frantic kitten. You then pulled out a small little malnourished kitten. She looked like a calico cat, with part of her left ear missing. She stole your heart right that instant, and you knew that even if it killed your wallet, she was yours. At least according to the law of the cat distribution system. 

Luckily Nobara started a go fund me for the kitten, and you were able to have enough money to pay for everything, thank God. The cat had weaved its way into all of your lives, in many ways from; you all doting on the cat endlessly, to the ones who knew the cat existed not know who the cat was even supposed to belong to, to posting the cat on all of your social medias. 

 Charlotte seemed to favor you most though. You were the one who named her after all; it only seemed fair. 

Maki looked up from her phone, sleep still lingering behind her gaze. 

“I made enough coffee for all of us if you want any after your walk,” 

“Thanks,” you smile before clipping the leash onto Charlottes baby pink harness. 

“Thanks for taking Charlotte out today,” Nobara almost breaks the olympic medal for shooting up from the couch after hearing the words coffee and meandering her way over to the barren kitchen, with the lone coffee machine. The house smelled deliciously of young girls' dreams, new beginnings, and the aromatic smell of coffee. 

“Haha, no problem, but you’re taking her out tomorrow,” you say as you open the door, Charlotte almost shooting out. 

Nobara lifts her hand up in response, not turning to face you. 

The chilly morning breeze hits you and your shiver farther into your oversize jacket, like somehow it will hide you away from the cold. 

Charlotte prances ahead of you: her head held high. Proud of whatever accomplishments she plans on achieving for today.  

You yawned, your breath slightly fogging in front of you. The kind of yawn that forces your eyes closed. 

Then you felt it; Charlotte curled around your leg, her back bowed, and her hair standing tall. You looked up and saw two large dogs, maybe some wolf dog breed? One was white and the other one was black. They just stared curiously at the startled Charlotte, lifting their noses to smell the air. 

Then you saw him. Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome. You would be lying if you said your breath didn’t hitch when you saw him. You don’t remember seeing him among your neighbors who helped you, but maybe he lived nearby? But you definitely know you’ve seen him around campus before, but you knew one thing for sure; he was hot as hell. 

Though he did have the most unbothered face you have ever seen, the kind of face that screamed, “I don’t give a fuck, leave me alone.” Perfect, just your type. 

Did you listen to the way he looked at you condescendingly as he lazily turned his attention to you? Absolutely not! 

You’ve never had the chance to talk to him before, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. 

“Hey! I think we go to the same college! Do you by chance live around here?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear with your free hand. 

“Uh, yeah I live right next to you actually,” He commented nodding towards the house behind him.  You hadn’t made it very far from your home before you ran into him. 

“Oh? I didn’t see you when we were moving in, I didn’t know you were roommates with Yuta and the others,” Or that he was friends with any of them, you were definitely asking Maki about him later. You blush slightly; you aren’t sure if it’s from embarrassment or the butterflies. 

“Oh yeah, I just didn’t feel like helping, didn’t seem necessary y’know?” He shrugs a puff of his breath fanning out in front of him. 

Okay, that was kinda rude- but it would be rude to judge so quickly-, you think briefly before responding. 

“Yeah, we had a lot of help,” you put on a fake smile, but you wanted to keep this dreadfully awkward conversation going, and have it turn more, well- casual? 

“Did you want to walk with me?” You asked, thinking it might help with the awkwardness, and give you a chance to grow closer to him. 

Megumi looked down and noticed Charlotte, who was cautiously approaching his dogs. 

“Is that a cat?” He asked; he sounded snarky. Like it was wrong to walk a cat. Your heart sank a little. 

“Uh- yes? Is something wrong with that?” you huffed. 

He shrugged, but before he could answer. One of his dogs, the white one, nipped a little at Charlotte. Causing her to nearly go flying back towards you with a hiss, her response causing his dogs to jump back. You both tightened your hold on your leashes, as you swept Charlotte into your arms. She was shaking.  

“Watch out for your cat, some dogs aren’t friendly to them, try to be careful,” He almost muttered, petting his surprised dogs. 

You, however, did not hear those words clearly. 

Maybe if was the lack of sleep, the new semester starting soon, or the lack of coffee to fuel your system, or the soreness from moving in; but you were at your breaking point, your blood was boiling, as you snapped. 

“Can you get your dogs under control? Also, for your information, there is nothing wrong with walking a cat,” you turned on your feet and walked away. Leaving a stunned and confused Megumi. 

Poor Megumi had no idea what he did wrong, or what all of a sudden dampened your bubbly mood. Maybe Shiro scared you? He’ll have to apologies later. 

“Bad Shiro,” me muttered to the just as clueless white dog before returning to his walk, going in the opposite direction. 

~bit of a time skip~ 

You slam the door shut behind your, clicking off Charlottes harness as she scurries away to hide from your furry. Thankfully, the walk helped you burn off some steam. 

“Woah, you okay,” Maki asked, walking out of her room after hearing the commotion and Charlotte who zoomed into her room for cover. 

“No, I ran into some asshole neighbor,” you fume. 

“Who, omg you need to tell me, all our neighbors seemed so nice,” Nobara emerged from somewhere. 

“No, we haven’t met him yet. He’s roommates with Yuta, Inumaki, and that Yuji kid,” you wave, aggressively sliding your shoes onto the new addition of the shoe rack by the entryway. 

“Oh yeah I forgot they had another roommate, I honestly don’t remember his name though,” Maki’s eyebrows raised. 

“What did he do? Tell me what he looked like,” Nobara cut off Maki fumbling to pull out her phone. To which Maki just rolled her eyes, making her way to the kitchen to start making your usual coffee. 

“Idk, I kinda asked why he wasn’t with his roommates helping us move in, and he said- ‘I didn’t feel like helping, and it didn’t seem necessary’” you said in a deep mocking voice, an obviously overexaggerated version of his voice. 

“Oh wow,” Maki almost hummed under breath as she slid you your coffee in your favorite bunny mug, to which you snatch almost jerkily, taking a long swig. 

“What else?” Nobara asked impatiently while you were taking your angry drink, your nerves starting to set back on fire. 

“He saw Charlotte and said, ‘Is that a cat?’ almost like it had somehow offended him!” Nobara nodded along eager for the tea, “Then I asked if it was a problem, then his dog tried to attack poor Charlotte, and all he said was, ‘Watch out for your cat, you shouldn’t be walking your cat like this, it upsets dogs’ or something like that!” to which did not actually happen. He did however tell his dog to stop being excited, and to be careful when walking your cat around dogs. Which you did not catch in your anger and only caught snippets and made your own angry conclusion of what he said. 

“What a jackass,” Maki said, picking up Charlotte who decided to make an appearance at Maki’s feet, having heard her name. She rubbed herself against Maki, giving a soft meow for her food. 

“That guy said that? Nuh-uh, tell me what he looked like right now!” Nobara started quickly typing in Yuji’s insta to look at his page. 

“He had spiky black hair that literally look like a sea urchin, he had a bitchy resting face, he was as pale as a vampire, and he was tall- and insanely attractive-” you kind of trail off remembering how hot he was, which briefly muddled your anger, before it reignited with how stupidly handsome he was for being an ass. 

Nobara and Maki chose to ignore your compliment. 

“Sounds like one hell of a person to find out in the wild, can’t believe I didn’t remember one of Yuta’s friends with sea urchin hair,” Maki broke your train of thought with the soft clink of Charlottes bowl being set down, and her quiet nomb nomb nomb. 

“Found him, his name is Megumi Fushiguro, he’s around the same age as us, he was born December 22- gah he’s a Capricorn of course he is- must being a condescending, know-it-all prick,” you and Maki turn your attention to her, you both should be scared of her detective skills, but after knowing her so long you’re not. 

“His moms died in childbirth and his dad was obviously a dead beat based on the fact he was adopted by one of the teachers here, that explains a lot. He has mommy and daddy issues- sheesh,” Nobara finishes her work with a soft throw of her phone, which lands on the couch that now had a new location in the room. 

“Which teacher is it?” Maki asked, crossing her arms, nodding at the new information. 

“Saturo Gojo,” Nobara said before adding, “Get this, Gojo was a police officer when he first adopted Megumi, but then quit for some reason and became a teacher,” 

“What really? Do you think you can figure out why he quit?” You asked, becoming invested. 

“I tried, but it was information that wasn’t released to the public,” Nobara sighed, sitting on the couch. 

“But we do know we hate this sea urchin prick,” Maki tried to circle back the topic to where it originally started. 

“Yeah, that's right we do,” you huffed at remembering how you all got onto this topic, before taking another sip of your coffee. 

“Omg, do you think we can convince Yuji to let us sneak into Megumi’s room and put lemons in his curtain rod?” Nobara giggled mischievously. 

“Won’t his roommates have to deal with the aftermath of it as well?” Maki reminded Nobara that Megumi wouldn’t be the only one suffering. 

“Plus, I don’t think Yuji would help. The one most likely to help and not snitch is Inumaki for sure,” you added to which Maki nodded in agreement. 

“Ughhh, you guys are not fun, but I guess you’re not wronggg. I’ll try to come up with something else we could do,” Nobara rolled her eyes and sighed. 

“You know karma’s a bitch too, right?” Maki added, trying not to have a repeat of all the times Nobara sought revenge for herself. Both you and Maki slightly shivered at the memories. 

“Yeah, maybe we should just leave it to karma,” you add. Trying to also avoid that headache, you had all just moved here, and both you and Maki did not want to make enemies so soon. Especially since most of all your neighbors have been so welcoming. 

“Now you guys are just being extra boring, but fine I’ll leave it to karma, for now..” She had a look in her eyes that said she already had a plan, but at least that was as close to an agreement as you and Maki were going to get. 

~Later~  

Well with the semester starting back, and being mostly moved into your new home, you had almost forgotten all about your run in with Megumi. 

That was until all of you were leaving the house to make your way to campus, and as you locked the door and turned around, you saw him. Urchin hair, scowl, and all. 

“Oh, good morning you guy!” Yuji waved a little across the way, his usual chipper smile. 

“Good morning,” Nobara and Maki both grumble. You, however, don’t respond. Instead, you just glare at Megumi, who feels your piercing gaze, and his gaze locks onto yours. His eyebrows shot up. 

“Oh, you guys probably haven’t met our other roommate yet. This is Megumi Fushi-” Yuji starts, but you cut him off. 

“Oh, I’ve met him alright,” you almost spit out, your distain obvious on your face. 

Everyone's attention turns to the taken aback Megumi, who is surprised by your hostility. 

His roommates' eyes scream, "what did you do?” But he didn’t know himself. 

“Hey, listen I’m sorry about-” but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear it. Let’s go guys,” you turn on your feet, walking away before giving Megumi a chance to respond. Maki and Nobara follow behind, they both look over their shoulders to shoot Megumi a quick death glare.  

As they walk away, his roommates look back at him, and surprisingly; Inumaki is the first to break the strained silence. 

“What the hell did you do to y/n?” 

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her be mean- like- ever,” Yuta added, since he had been hanging around their group for a couple years, given he was dating Maki. 

“Hell, if I know, I think I might have scared her off with Shiro a couple days ago,” he shrugged, unsure of what made you hate him. 

They all just looked at him with unbelieving eyes, since they’ve all bore witness to him accidentally coming across as an asshole on several occasions. 

“I can’t believe he was acting like he had no idea what he did!” Nobara practically shouted, a couple heads turned in your groups direction. 

“I know! You were right, he was a complete asshole,” Maki adds crossing her arms. 

“See? I told you, did Yuta ever talk about how much of a jerk he was before?” You asked, slightly turning your head to look at Maki. 

“No, not really. He mostly just said Megumi was kind of a distant guy and could easily come off as a jerk. Anytime I was around him, he mostly kept to himself, and didn’t talk much,” Maki seemed to tilt her head, trying to remember anything memorable about Megumi. 

“Ew, don’t call him by his name, he’s urchin,” Nobara corrects. 

Maki lazily lifts her hands defensively. 

“Sigh, at least he keeps to himself. That means we won’t have to run into him often,” you remark, thankful not to have to deal with him. 

“You’re telling me. Anyway, this is where we part ways. See you guys later,” Maki waves as she veers off the path to head to her class. 

“Same here, have a good first day girl! And don’t let that urchin hair get you down, you’re way to pretty for that,” Nobara also waves her goodbyes as she almost hops away. 

You just wave, smiling. Now it's just you and your thoughts. 

You push open the door to you lecture hall, and make your way to a seat in the back and shrug off your cute leather bag, with historical charms, and slid it onto your seat before you plop down with a poof of your jeans as air escapes from the sudden lack of space. 

“Oh, hey-,” you hear a familiar uncertain alto voice that makes your heart skip a beat, as you look over you see him- urchin. 

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me! 

@puxigumi sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! (*^ω^*)♡

Absolutely! This is such a cute idea! Lemme take notes and plot this down!!

And thank you for entrusting me with this!

Megumi x Reader

Summary:

Megumi hates the rain, but you thrive in it. It brings to peace when the world gets too much, or for no reason at all. The rain only build on the storm brewing in Megumis mind. They’re childhood friends cuz I said so.

Warning:

Just fluff, lil angsty bc well it’s Megumi-, “how can you hate the rain” type energy, and yes even dancing in the rain (⁎⁍̴̆ω⁍̴̆⁎)

Music for your reading enjoyment if you so choose~ (Headphones for best experience)

Images are from @uroko

“Does sitting in the rain level up your emo-ness or something?” You asked before plopping down next to Megumi on the bench under the overhang.

Ran scattering inches from your feet, almost as if it’s reaching out to grab you.

Megumi scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Of course not, I’m just-… sitting here. Is that not something a normal person does? You’re here aren’t you?” Sassy as always.

“Yeah, but I’m not normal, so that’s not a good comparison,” you tease, your fingers brushing each others, Megumi flinches slightly at the contact, but he doesn’t move his hand, pink dusting his cheeks. You however don’t seem to notice, or if you do. You simply don’t care.

“I can’t help something went wrong with your brain when you were born,” he shrugs, slightly leaning away from you, but his hand stays put.

You simply smile, and lean back on the cold damp bench, the water seeping into your vintage band T that you couldn’t remember where you got it from.

You just hummed a tune that felt fitting for the moment, your eyes glossed over as it took in the scene before you. The rain dancing across the leave and the petals of the flowers that graciously embraced it. The vivaciousness that always came with the rain enrapturing you in its living painting. You wished you could capture this moment and seal it away forever.

Megumi however had his eyes glued on you, the soft smile on your lips, the way the slightly chilly rain had turned your cheeks a beautiful pink. The way your eyes reflected the view you were trying to soak in like a photograph. He gulped, turning his eyes away so he didn’t get caught, and instead let himself drift away in your humming.

“Do you like the rain?” You suddenly asked.

There was a pause before he answered.

“No, I hate it,”

“Why?” Your attention turns back to him, and your eyes meet.

“It’s cold, it makes it hard to go anywhere, and it’s so dreary,” he simply states, a slight bitterness in his voice. You could tell there was more behind that sentence, but you chose not to push.

“I never thought there’d be something you find dreary,” you giggle as you stand up. Megumi’s eyes follow your movement.

“Why’d you think that?” He huffed, trying to look annoyed.

“Because you’re so dreary yourself, you could loosen up sometimes, you know find the beauty in things,”

“That’s not a luxury I can afford,” his elbows rest on his knees and he glances off to the side. How could he simply do that? You made it sound so easy, he didn’t deserve such joy.

“That’s a silly statement,” you bend down and grab his hand, he finally looks back at you.

“Huh?”

“It’s not something you have to buy, it’s something you look for. In the small things all around you, like the way the rain brings the world to life, and gives it color again, or the way the afternoon sun spills through your window casting an orange hue that makes you feel like you’re in a dream,” you pull at his hand to bring him to his feet. When he’s on his feet you finally speak again.

“It’s not a luxury, it’s all around you, you’re just the one rejecting it, just look around you now. Isn’t it beautiful?” You finally finish.

“You really like the rain huh?” Is all he says, though he doesn’t look around like you say, he just keeps his eyes locked onto you. Taking in every detail in you like you’re a work of art.

“Who could hate the rain? Especially when it’s this lovely?” You smile, pulling him out into the rain.

The rain hits both your skins instantly, enveloping you both in its embrace, both your clothes getting soaked. Megumi’s spiky hair flattens and you laugh, but he’s oddly handsome with his hair like that.

“Now what?” He blows some water that’s running off his nose.

“We dance,” he cocks up an eye drown, but he doesn’t have time to question before you’re humming and leading him in a playful dance.

Megumi can’t help but shake his head and smile. You lift his arm as you do a spin. Megumi starts to lead you in more of a waltz than the goofy dance you had originally started.

You can’t deny it, the way he moves both of you so gracefully. You can’t help but wonder who taught him to dance like this? You’ve always heard people talk about how romantic it was to waltz, you never believed it until now. The way the rain fell through his hair and onto his sculpted face, it made him almost look like those statues in the rain. Covered in moss, dirt, and years of mystery you can only fantasize about. His clothes clung to his sculptured body that he always hid, your mouth slightly waters at the sight, forgetting how sculpted he was by the gods.

The was you spun around, and your body’s moved languidly like they’ve done it a hundred times, it utterly stole your breath away. Your heart was pounding, you weren’t humming anymore, but that didn’t stop the dance he had enraptured you with. It didn’t stop the loud thump thump, THUMP! Of your heart, as you stared at him dazed.

“What?” He laughed noticing your internal freak out. “I thought you wanted to dance?” He whispers in your ear, causing your body to burst with heat. He knew what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it. You were convince you looked like a tomato right now. He laughs at your reaction.

But in truth he wasn’t doing much better, the rain only seemed to make your hair shine even more than it did in the sun, your face that looked at him like a black hole threatening to swallowed him whole. He refused to look down at your clothes hugging your curves, scared of how his body would react and ruining this moment.

He ended your dance with a graceful dip, the warm from his hand on your lower back, and your fingers that were intertwined. Mixed with the inferno that was your soaked body’s pressed together. You could almost feel his heart thumping out of his chest, and him yours. An intimate dance of hearts and breath that whispered secrets of things you both had only dreamed of.

The sound of your breath and the pitter pattering of the rain were the only melody that accompanied your now ended dance, and the only sound that filled the tension between the two of you.

“Megumi-…” you whisper.

He says your name back in a low almost horse whisper.

His hand leaves your as it travels up your arm to the back of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair, his thumb stroking your cheek.

Your lashes looked so beautiful with the rain clinging to them. The drops of dew that clung to your lips were like a lipgloss he couldn’t refuse to kiss. Your eyes shimmered brighter than the crystals of rain on the flowers petals, and he dared not look away. The black hole had consumed him.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you always felt an attraction to Megumi, but you always pushed it down, so you could be the friend he so desperately needed. But the feelings you thought you had long since sealed away was bursting forth in a wave that you could not stop, that you could not deny.

“May I?” He asked, barely above a whisper.

“Please,” you managed to squeeze out.

Then his lips were on yours. Soft… softer than any petal, than any silk you had ever touched. It was gentle, warm, an invitation to something you both would be unable to walk out of.

It was better than any dream or fantasy he ever had, he couldn’t help but indulge himself, to savor every second that you blessed him with the pillow that was your lips. His heaven on earth.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He asked more to himself as he briefly pulled away before kissing you again.

You tilt your head to pull him closer, you needed him closer. Like he would disappear if you let him go. That this moment would become nothing more that a bitter dream.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited,” you finally reply when you both pull away for air.

“Have you?” He smiles, like he’s won something. Because he has, he’s won you.

“Mhm,” is all you saw before putting your hand in his hair and pulling him back into your lips, your other hand snaking up his chest.

He groans a little at your boldness and the pulling of his hair. He never wanted this kiss to end.

The rain pitter pattered on his umbrella. The tall boy with the spiky hair stood in silence. Like he was waiting for something. He stood close enough that his umbrella covered both him and the gravestone in front of him. He simply stared into at the stone, as if it would bring you back. He clenched the handle of the umbrella so tight his knuckles were white.

His jaw was set tight, you could almost see a vain popping out. His eyes were hollow, red, the bags under his eyes spoke of the sleepless nights he’s spent waiting for you. Praying to any god or anything that would listen and answer the foolish prayer of a man who lost the only thing that ever mattered to him.

He didn’t understand why the world was so cruel, unfair, or why it hated him so much. What did he do wrong that caused him to deserve this?

“Does standing in the rain add to your emo-ness?” An annoying female voice that was all too familiar called out to him.

“Nobara,” Yuji almost hisses.

“We thought we’d find you sad ass here,” Nobara ignores him leaning forward to read the gravestone and pay her respects.

He doesn’t move, he doesn’t flinch, but he stiffens. He just continues to stare at the gravestone. The one that shouldn’t have your name on it.

“Nobara you can’t be insensitive like that- are you okay? Gojo sensei said you always come here from time to time, especially when it rains,” Yuji tries to be comforting.

“Who’s this?” Nobara leans forward reading the name. “That’s a pretty name, who did it belong to?”

“The only person I’ve ever love,” he tries to simply state, but his voice is threatening to crack.

Nobara and Yuji look at each other.

“What were they like?” Yuji asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“They were kind, the kindest human being I’ve ever met. They found beauty in everything they looked at, somehow,” he laughed reminiscing about your long rants about how something as stupid as how beautiful a frog’s ribbit was,

“They were so strong, they never gave up on anything, not even me. No matter how many times I tried to push them away,” tears were beginning to trickle down his face now,

“They were-,” his voice was breaking, “my everything…”

Yuji and Nobara quietly pull Megumi into a hug, Yuji taking the umbrella from his hands, as his calm, stoic friend breaks, like glass being thrown on the floor. Sudden, loud, undeserving.

He was plagued with memories of you, and he couldn’t understand how, couldn’t figure out how you found beauty in everything your eyes touched, how you would find beauty in this. Because he knew you’d want nothing more than for him to be happy, god how he knew, but he couldn’t figure out how. He just wanted you to tell him, tell him what was beautiful again, to dance with him in the rain, to sit with him in his dark room when he was trying to hide away from the world and drown away in his thoughts. He just wanted…you- was that too much to ask for?

But the hug of his friends trying desperately to comfort him, eased away the bitterness of the cold rain that he still hated.

I am so sorry- °̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥

Love you bai~

Yuji x Reader

Overview:

Yuji lovesss it when your hands are in his hair, the way your nails feel scratching his scalp is pure paradise to him! He’ll ask for it whenever, wherever! Out with friends, sure! After missions, most definitely! In the privacy of his or your dorm, or whenever you two are alone? Always. He just can’t get enough!

Warnings:

Just fluff, slight cussing, but most of all please enjoy! ^ω^

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“Mmm, that feels good,” Yuji was leaning into your touch, you nails that he painted the same shade as his hair, raking through it fluffy hair.

“Yuji, I’ve been at this for 20 minutes, are you sure you don’t want me to stop?” You ask, almost concerned for his scalps current state. Your fingers almost numb from the same repetitive motion.

“Nooo, pleaseee? Just a little longer?”

He leaned his head back so it rested fully on your lap, so he could give you his best puppy eyes, and unfortunately for you. It always worked on you. So you sighed and kept scratching, which earned you a giddy smile from the overly large child in front of you.

Seriously, is he a dog? I can almost see his tail wagging. You briefly think to yourself.

You were situated on the edge of his bed, while he sat on the floor criss cross applesauce, hands placed in his lap. His head leaning further and further back into your lap. His eyes closed, blissed in the paradise of your sent, warm, and dangerously wonderful nails that he enjoyed all too much.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t know how he bagged you. Perfect, beautiful, strong willed, both in your resolve and the fierceness that you walked into every fight with. And tall with a nice big ass (sorry I had to, pls laugh).

When he first met you, he thought you were cold, serious, and off putting. Almost like a female version of Megumi, but the more he got to know you, the more he learned that you were a genuinely caring person. When you cared for someone or something, you cared with all your heart, but you also put care into everything you did.

Which he admired most about you, what drew him in. That soft warm smile that he almost missed that day in the garden, when it was raining and you dragged him out there to train with you. After handing his ass to him several times, you found a small frightened kitten, and that soft smile you briefly gave it, the way you cradled it delicately to your chest. It made everything click in his mind, you weren’t cold, or mean. Thats just how the world shaped you to act, so that you could best defend the ones you loved, and with that he started to fall. Hard.

Like you were the gravity that held him to this earth hard.

Now that he had you, he had no intentions of letting you go, because you fight so hard to keep your loved ones safe, so he would fight even harder to keep you safe. To catch you when you fall, after you caught him time and time again.

“Hey why did you stop scratching my head?” He pouted.

“I’m going to give you a bald spot if I keep this up,” you stated bluntly.

“Fine… then can you scratch my back?”

You sigh.

“Of course Itadori,” you smile that soft smile that most never get blessed with seeing, and he sure as hell felt lucky to see it.

Inumaki x Reader

Fluff, slight making out, just fluff though :3

“Augh!” You gripped the controller in your hand so hard your knuckles were white as the flashing “You Lost” flashed across the screen.

You were huffing, eyes almost wild with frustration, your competitiveness even worked up somewhat of a sweat at this point.

Inumaki was struggling to hold in a laugh, turning his head away from you, but he couldn’t help but let it slip out a little.

The sound immediately caught your attention as your head snapped over to look at him.

“You think this is funny? I’ve lost 30 times already!” You exclaim leaning in close to him so you could get a good look at his traitorous face.

“Bonito flakes, banito flakes,” he throw his hands up defensively, gently pushing you away as his laugh escapes his past his snake eyes and fangs seal the decorated his pretty pink lips.

His pretty face, that was usually hidden from the world, was on full display for you since he wore a loose T and sweats.

You slightly blush, pausing at how oddly pretty he looks laughing like that, but your anger and competitiveness overrule those emotions fast.

He pulls out his phone and quickly types “It wasn’t 30 times, more like 50”

Your brow ticks after reading cocky remark, your hand slightly raises, threatening to tickle him. He quickly types “I’m joking! It wasn’t more like 10! Have mercy!”

You lower your hand and cross your arms and slouching back against his bed a smug look of victory on your face.

You were still determined to win, but at this rate you were never going to.

Suddenly. An idea crossed your mind, and a sly smirk started to spread across your face, making Inumaki curious and slightly worried. Since he knew what that look often entailed.

“I’m going to win this time!” You declare boldly.

He cocks his head to the side, a questioning look on his face.

“You’ll see, just wait!” You pick up your controller almost giddily.

“Let’s make a bet,”

“Bonito flakes-,”

“At least hear me out,”

He doesn’t reply, just sighs shaking his head.

“Okay okay- soooo, if I win. You have to give me massages after every mission for a month, if I win I’ll do your homework for a week,”

He cocks up an eyebrow and grabs his phone, and calmly types. “The rewards seem extremely unfair. Only homework for a week? Why I don’t I get massages for a month?”

You roll your eyes, “fineee, you get massages for a month, happy?”

“Salmon”

“Then it’s a deal,” you stick your pinky out to seal the deal. Your pinky’s interlock, his finger is slightly warm in a way that makes your skin tingle on contact. You blush and quickly pull away.

Now with the game starting up, you were both neck and neck, but he was quickly over powering you. It was time to set your plan in motion, you lean over, and he looks over slightly confused. Then you kiss him on the cheek quickly, but it was enough to short circuit his brain, his flying fingers quickly came to an abrupt halt, his controller slipping out of his hand and into is crossed legs.

Quickly the words “You Lose” flashes across his side of the screen. You throw your arms up in victory. Inumaki however, was red from his cheeks to his ears all the way down his neck.

“Pollack roe,” he mutters under his breath, attempting to cover the lower half of his face with his hand to try and hide his blush from you.

He picks up his phone and types, “Why did you do that?”

“To catch you off guard and win of course,” you smile victoriously, leaning closer to his flushed face.

“That’s cheating,”

“We never said anything against using dirty tricks,” you remark defensively.

“So you didn’t mean it?”

Suddenly you’re the one who’s blushing.

“I-I-,” you pause trying to keep your composure from completely falling apart.

“Would you hate it if I did?” You ask turning your head away, as if that would hide your equally red face.

“Bonito flakes,”

You look back at him, your eyes meeting. You stare into his violet eyes, hopeful.

“I was hoping you did,” he types, trying to hold your gaze.

“I do..” you whisper, only loud enough for him to hear in his empty room. The glow of the tv, and the game that had long since been abandoned, was illuminated his face in a way that made your mouth water and your heart throb even louder in your ears.

He leans forward, your lips ghosting each others, your breath intermingling, already kissing each other. The hotness of his breath over your lips sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain short circuiting and completely leaving the building, abandoning you to the onslaught of drumming your heart was doing. You wonder if he can hear it? He wonders the same about his own heart.

“Mustard leaf?”

“Yeah, this is okay..” you affirm him. His eyes sparkling at your words, his breath shaky with nerves.

With your consent, he leans forward more, bridging the small gap between the two of you, his soft lips press gently against yours. Hesitant, awkward, uncertain, but there’s a want to it. A need, like he was finally admitting out loud how he always felt towards you since your first mission together. When he saw that fiery determination in your eyes that made him start to fall. The same one he still loved now, no matter how uncomfortable it made some people sometimes. He couldn’t get enough of it. He knew he would never stop loving it.

Your fingers thread theirselves in his silky hair, pulling him closer. His hands shoot out to your hips to steady himself. He groans slightly as you gently tug his hair testingly.

Your equal desire for the kiss made him bolder, more sure that he was doing the right thing. He pulled you closer by your hips. You tilted your head to pull him deeper, and he accepted eagerly. With your two body’s flushed together, his tongue swiped across your lips questioningly. When your lips parted for him, his tongue entered your mouth, scalding hot and hungry. Your tongues danced together, in a clumsy but determined movement. One of your hands playfully danced across his neck and down his chest.

When you two pulled away for air, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You were caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t like anything you’ve ever seen on his face before. Sure you’ve been on several missions with him, but this look was different. Needier, hungrier. Almost pleading for this not to be a dream.

“I like you,” you suddenly blubber out, when you somewhat caught your breath.

He paused for a second before busting out laughing. You blushed with embarrassment, sticking your hands out to tickle him. This only made his burst out laughing more, when he finally manages to get you off of him gently, and made you stop. He grabbed his phone that had been discarded somewhere and typed.

“I kinda already figured after everything that just happened, but I like you too. A lot,” he smiled as he held up his phone for you to read.

“I mean yeah, but I’m just glad that you feel the same way. I was so scared to tell you,”

“And yet you kissed me on the cheek?”

“Hey- okay- in my defense, I was trying to win,”

“You have some odd tactics of winning, I hope you don’t go around doing that to everyone when you’re trying to win” he smiles softly, a loving look in his eyes.

“No.. just you..” you say bashfully. He just smiles to your response, giving you a peck in the cheek. Catching you off guard as you jolt, touching the spot his lips just graces.

“Since you were the first one to make a move, can I at least be the first one to ask you out on an official date?” He seemed almost a little bashful asking the question.

You smile playfully before responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

This time you lean forward to kiss him, you pull slightly away from his lips as he chases after the warm of your lips.

“I can’t wait for those massages,” you grin.

“Bonito flakes,” he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to kiss you.

Choso x Reader

+18, mention of drugs, unprotected sex, wasn’t proof read

What else were you supposed to say?

“No thank you, I’m not interested?” Or “Hell yes.”

You weren’t entirely sure what you said, but somehow, after going to one of your favorite bands concerts, you ended up back stage with the drummer. Choso.

A 181 cm man (5’11), with a lean disposition, hooded eyes that were deliciously decorated with eye bags, a solid bar tat across the bridge of his nose, messy brown hair in even messier pigtails, and reeked of adrenaline and bad decisions. Your favorite smell.

Your back slammed against the dressing room wall, your hands frantically clasping at is clothes, clasping for something. What? You weren’t sure? Maybe the sanity you lost a couple drinks ago.

His hands ran through your hair like it was his life line. His mouth hungry against yours, the cool metallic of his tongue piercing rolling against your tongue, chasing out all the air in your lungs.

His free hand danced hungrily across your body, mapping out the land before he concurred it.

Truthfully, this was not either of your first times meeting. Though you did not remember currently. You two used to go to school together, even shared a friendship that meant nothing but the world to him. Then your lives tore each other apart, the what could have been, slowly drifted away. Until tonight, when he spotted you in the crowd. Maybe it was the weed he smoked before going on stage that clouded his judgment, but he wouldn’t let you go. Not this time.

With both your clothes off and you straddling him with your thighs and the slow rock of your hips as your slowly adjusted and sinking down onto his sear size and girth. His head flopping back against the chair, his eyes rolling back to get a good look at the back of his sockets, his mouth lulling agape, a strangled groan not quite making its way out.

Your done up nails raked down his chest, leaving your red signature in its wake. Your head flopped back as he bottomed out inside of you, the stretch was painfully delicious, your slick making a sinful squelch as he kiss what you imagined was your cervix. His hands dug hard into your waist leaving bruises, trying to steady himself to keep from bucking, trying to let you adjust.

“Oh- fuck- Choso your so biggg-,” the mewl escaped your lips before you could stop it, you almost felt pathetic for it, if it wasn’t for the sudden snap of his hips in response to your name leaving your swollen lips.

You started a steady pace, your walls fluttering around him. He gasped and moaned, puddy under your spell. He used his hands to help guide your pace and he met you with his hips halfway. The rumble of his baritone voice mixed with is pornographic moans sent shot of electricity through you, sending a shiver down your spine, and aiding in boosting your ego, causing your to speed up your pace despite the burning in your legs.

“Oh- s-shitt… hnngh- just like- ah- that pretty baby,” Choso’s praise only sped you on as the tight coiling in the bottom of your stomach grew tighter, causing your to squeeze his dick. His pace stuttered.

“You t-trying to- fuck- squeeze the life out of me angel,” the pounding of his hips grew deeper, stronger. Quickly outpacing your own tempo, also trying to aid in your fast approaching orgasm.

Your moans and mewls pounced off the walls as a thick ring of slick decorated his base like a promise of what was to come. You were shacking from the screaming in your legs and the pounding against your cervix that made it feel like it was bruising.

“P-please cum for me- ngh- please I n-need it-,” Choso begged, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he batted his long lashes at you, his eyes and lips glossy.

And with that the tension in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm descending violently. Stars burst behind your eyes, your vision going white as a silent scream escaped your lips.

Suddenly Choso’s hands cupped your ass as he quickly sat you down on the vanity in front of him. The new angle allowing him to reach deeper into your bulging womb, the bulge and your heavenly moans urging him on, as his tempo grew faster, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You clung to him as your poor over sensitive cunt spammed helplessly and you shook from your still high.

“Choso please!” You shouted, for exactly what? To stop, to please keep going, to slow down, to finish? You weren’t sure, but Choso chose an answer.

Hot white strips decorated your abused walls, he bit into the crook of your neck to keep himself from letting out a pitiful moan. His hips rocked once, twice, before he slumped into you.

You were both panting, his dick still lodge into you, some of your combined cum leaking out as he spoke.

Fluff, omg they were roommates, cuddling.

The banner is from augiibunnii

Thunder crackled outside your apartment, lightning answered its angry calls, the heavy tapping of rain sang a melody that accompanied the lead singer, thunder.

You were wrapped snuggly under your duvet, the storm outside was a melody to your slumber. It tucked you under its wing as you dreamt of nothing.

Your door creaked open, but it was drowned out under the raging thunder.

“Y/n?” Choso called out in a scream whisper, trying to see if you were awake, a small fearful tremor in his body.

When you didn’t answer Choso took a hesitant step forward to get closer to you. Thunder cackled at his trembling form. He jumped with a yelp, knocking something of yours over.

“What the hell?” You woke up with a start, scared of an intruder, but in this weather?

You scanned your room and landed on a tall broad figure.

“S-sorry, I was just wondering if I could, y’know, cuddle with you?” Choso answered frantically trying to pick up whatever he had knocked over.

“Why?” You rubbed your eye, sleep starting to try and settle back into your bones.

“I just, felt like it, idk-“ he trailed off before thunder struck again causing him to jump. With your eyes now adjusted you could see the comedic scene you’ve been blessed with.

“Choso… are you scared of thunder?”

“No-“ Thunder called out his lie with a shaking boom.

After it had passed, Choso answered with a meek.

“..yes,”

You lifted up your duvet invitingly, to which Choso did not hesitate to answer.

The bed dipped under his weight, letting out a soft groan of protest as he adjusts.

“Do you mind- if I hold you?” Choso asked turning his head away, trying to hide his blush in the darkness.

You choose not to answer and instead curl up against his chest, listening to the quick, thump thump thump, of his heart. He stiffened at your bold move, but quickly softens and leans into your body, wrapping his arms around you to pull you impossibly closer.

You’re engulfed in his deep, earthy, yet sweet aroma. His presence and warmth caressed your cheek in an inviting way. Lulling you into a slumber you didn’t know you needed, his heart a tempo for your own.

Choso noticed your breathing slow, and grow even. With you in his arms, the thunder no longer scared him. To him, it was just you and him. He felt like a child who just found their favorite stuffed animal that they had lost years ago. He absentmindedly ran his free hand through your hair, as his eyes grew heavy, and he joined you in the land of slumber, a thought flickered briefly across his sluggish mind.

Pls be nice, this is my first time trying something like this, but advice is appreciated!

Yes this is true form sukuna, and yes this is fluff and established relationship

You wouldn’t describe your husband as small and frail. Actually, it’s quite me opposite. Ryomen Sukuna, King or Curses, one of the most feared in all the lands. If not the most feared.

Whispers of his terrors, power, and sear size echo across all the land.

You’ve never once heard your husband scream, nor show any sign of fear, yet you find yourself here.

A shout that caused you to drop everything and come running mindlessly to your beloved, only to find him crawled up the kitchen counter, pointing at something you couldn’t see from where you stood.

“What? What is it?” You shout frantically looking around for the cause of his distress.

“That woman, that thing. Kill it.” He commanded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Huh?” You cautiously approached to find a spider, a fairly large one. You were surprised that you missed it.

“Really? Are you serious right now?” You asked genuinely wondering if this was a joke.

“Does it look like I’m joking? Hurry up and discard it. Do you not care for your husband?” He flinched and the spider started to crawl around.

You grab a cup and plate and swiftly trapped the spider.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke, the silence was more for you to stop yourself from laughing and to regain your composure.

“Do you know how much your enemies wish they could discover your weakness,” you asked amusement edging your voice.

“What are you trying to imply here?” He asked, almost daring you to continue.

“Nothing, just surprised that the all mighty, all powerful king of curses is scared of a spider,” you quipped, a smile playing at the corner of your lips as you make your way to the door to free the impossibly frightened spider.

Your husband crossed is four arms and huffed before answering.

“I fear no spider woman,” he spoke with power in his voice, but the mouth on his stomach held a tight line, though it was covered in his yukata.

“Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind releasing the spider outside for me then?” You smile, almost too brightly, as you hold out the trapped spider he could hear frantically crawling around.

“Of course not, give it to me,” he huffed taking the spider from you, with the slightest hint of hesitation. It was so slight that only someone who knew him as well as you could notice.

You followed him outside eagerly, watching him try not to seem antsy, he held the trapped spider like a hot wire, scared it would jump out any second.

He didn’t even bother bending all the way down, he only bent his knees slightly before dropping the plate and cup allowing it to shatter as he made is retreat.

The spider frantically scurried away through the grass, almost as fast as Sukuna tried to escape.

“You didn’t have to break the plate and cup you know,” you said, choosing to ignore his retreat. You would be angry about the broken dishes if it wasn’t for your absolute amusement at your new discovery.

“I just felt like it, we didn’t need it anyway. We have so many,” he returned back to his usual demeanor now that the threat of the spider was gone.

“True, anyway, shall we head back inside?” You asked, letting your hand slide into the crook of his lower elbow, your head resting on his lower bicep.

Your touched caused his tense demeanor to relax, and a softness he only reserved for you to etch away all the worries from his eyes. He didn’t say anything as lead you inside. Only the sound of the creatures of the night, singing their melodies, accompanied you as the day began to settle behind you, but you could have sworn you heard him mumble under his breath.

The dreary season, please give me a reason, why are you so faraway? your boats drifting away.

Through the horizon— my love, my heart. I have lost you.

Misplaced you somewhere far; far away, somewhere I can never reach you.

I dream of your lilac smile, your whimsy eyes, your rosy cheeks, and your honeycomb laugh;

They haunt my waking nightmare. Though I fear, I have only but met you upon a dream. Somewhere in the distant fogs of hope;

Somewhere a fool yearns, for a person they’ve never met, but always dreamed they have.

Someone cries for a lover, who’s never whipped their tears, and never held them tight, who’s only visited their sleepy nights.

A widow mourns, for a love that never was, and never has, and never will.

I hate you. Your awkward laugh; the gap in your teeth, the way you make me cry—

The way you run with a tucked in tail. You act like you’re tuff, you know it’s a bluff;

You cry— why even try? you don’t stop them, you wouldn’t dare.

Instead you drown, right through the ground; not even a fight, my my what a sight—

Maybe you’re guilty? it’s what you deserve— where you belong. is this even right?

Stuck in waves; made by your wake, down below you go, guilty conscience no?

You swear to me “I’ll change!” but don’t you find it strange? Somehow— you never do!

No need to lie! I know you don’t try! you made me so sad, with all that you had.

Don’t make me laugh. your charade, pathetic— you’re just so mundane.

I hate you! Your guts! Your love! And all that you do!

Oh willow tree, My dearest willow tree—

I ask of thee; Let my hopes, And all my dreams, Decorate your beams.

Let thy roots Pierce my heart. Allow thy leaves, To tickle my soul.

I will not be far; I never am.

Do you know the wind? It’s fragile mind? How it teaters; Ever so unwise.

It’s graceful dance, only to entrance; A distraction of kind? Using mother nature As her guide.

A map of leaves, and trees; With falls, and streams.

Only then does she go, off to soar, Still so unsure; To embark like a fawn, still clinging to it’s mother.