#!itadori

➵ JJK BOYS + THEIR S/O JUMPING INTO THEIR ARMS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

characters: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji + fushiguro toji (bc i love big beefy men)

!! warnings: veryyyyy slightly suggestive in toji’s part bc.. yeah.

a/n: thank u for the request and the kind words!! ily too mwah i hope you like these nonnie <33

other versions: MSBY 4 : INARIZAKI (both haikyuu)

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GOJO SATORU ➞ the grin on gojo’s face is genuine and bright—he’s so excited to see you that he can’t even be bothered to hide it. he has absolutely no issues with PDA so he’ll welcome you with open arms, completely unfazed by the stares of others around him. he’d make a big show out of it, twirling you around, a laugh escaping from his lips. “i’ve missed you, gorgeous.” he says, voice breathy. gojo tugs you closer to him, his body flush against yours as he smiles down at you. when his eyes inevitably fall to your lips, he doesn’t hesitate to close the gap between you and him. gojo would only let you gasp for air for a short moment before pulling you back in, the grip on your hip tightening as the kiss becomes more desperate. “hi.” he’d whisper when you pull away, resting his forehead against yours, pupils dilated and a warm flush in his cheeks.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ➞ megumi’s eyes widen as you run towards him, but he quickly puts down anything he was holding at the moment to prepare himself. he catches you in his arms with relative ease, ignoring gojo’s playful whistle, opting to rest his chin on your shoulder as he holds you by the base of your butt. a light blush spreads across his face when you raise an eyebrow at his hand placement. “i’m just trying to stop you from falling down.” he grumbles, averting his gaze. you laugh, arms interlocked at the back of his neck, “i didn’t even say anything.” rolling his eyes, he blows on your neck, causing you to squirm away from the ticklish feeling. megumi smiles to himself, resting his cheek against your neck, his heart fluttering as you trace the lines of his back with your finger.

@wormb0i : « Sensei, do the curses you absorb have a consciousness of their own ? Do they ever talk to you ? »

 The anti-shepherd of trees - wind, detached dried leaves from the rustling branches and brought thousands of colors knocking by the gates and windows of Technical College. Behind the bars of modality that will lay him low for glory and honour heart soared to see the gladness in reflecting eye from morning until night where it could never be, powers can be repaid in blood or sanity. Wild men go through the wood by secret paths or stubbornly try to crush mountains with bare hands and nonsensically -- by skulls. With comfort of warmth from the coffee mug against his palms, their Sensei momentarily forgot about the rest of psychological questionnaires he tried to sort into relevant horde before his mentorship would start for this week. It reserved himself a half of halting minute before he would look at Itadori and then back and papers, '' That's quite a question. ''

Even more interesting is that it was brought by someone containing the source of evil sealed tightly within and presenting mortal danger no less. Thought as such did nothing but pass unwitting through the cloud of mind from time to time. Something in the South encampment of his rotten essential and innermost self made him ruminate about things from another point of view. Itadori's question felt like rally to weapontake but he always conversed fondly with a jovial young tiger with whom he shared a form of understanding under cover of darkness that connected them. He needed to be no authority to muster such a force than what he was blessed with by birthright.

A brief moment of pause was required to pick up enough words on how exactly should he express it. Was there even a way?