#insierants

Maybe it was because you looked different than anyone here at jujutsu high, or anyone in Japan. “I’m telling you, it was love at first sight when she said hi to me.” Yuji sighs, stars in his eyes with hearts spinning around him.

sipped his drink before bringing Yuji somewhat back to his senses, despite him not having any. “She said hi to everyone, Itadori.” Yuji slammed the lunch table and sprung up. “No! But she said ‘hi’ to me differently!” “Define ‘differently’.”

Nobara sighed at Yuji’s delusion. “Well… it was like.. IT WAS DIFFERENT! I should impress her somehow.” And Yuji tried everything. Handling first grade curses with ease, acting like he didn’t break a sweat as he put his hand to his mouth, yawning after ripping off a cursed spirit’s head the second you walked by.

“Oh, Yuji! Look out!”

You exclaimed and the mutant spirit had grown a body again before smacking him right in the face.

That was a fail.

His next attempt was taking the whole group (especially you) to Tokyo downtown. His mission? Show you the best movie of all time, Human Earthworm!

“Itadori, she’s gonna hate your shit.” Megumi groaned, yet Yuji was stubborn determined to make you see this cinematic masterpiece.

Only problem?

“Y/nnnn!! What’s the fashion like in your own country? I need fashion advice.” Nobara whined, clinging onto you. You chuckled, gently prying her off you. “We’re two different aesthetics Kugisaki. Besides, weren’t we gonna see a movie?”

But your last sentence was drowned out with Kugisaki exclaiming. “Hey! Let’s just go shopping! Gojo’s card!” And she yanked you away to the nearest store as she happily talked on about the new trends, leaving Yuji with his two tickets in hand.

“Damn. There goes your girl.”

Megumi unhelpfully remarked before patting him begrudgingly on the shoulder. “I’m going to find something to do. Have fun seeing worm earth human.” “It’s human earthworm!” Yuji called back to him as Megumi walked away. Well now what he was supposed to do?

Luckily, he had a new idea. “GOJO!! Do you know anyone who speaks English?” Gojo grinned. “You’re looking at moi, the English expert!” He winked. “I speak French too.”

In truth, Gojo was NOT someone who could speak English. But Yuji wouldn’t know. Each single day for a week, with Gojo’s unhelpful five minute lessons and a shit load of YouTube videos, he practiced sentences. “I.. I like… you.. you pretty so much.. yes!”

Late at night he’d practice sentence structure, pouring over translate and videos. You could even say this was the most he’s ever studied for.

His pronunciation wasn’t the best but he was confident that he set a date when he’d finally talk to you. In English. After the last mission of the day. But now as that very day was nearing to the end, and so was the mission, he found himself… nervous?! “Y/n.”

You turned around where there was a heaving Yuji, still tired from the mission but walking up to you. “Yeah? What’s up Itadori?”

Okay.. he had a whole speech memorized. He absolutely Could NOT mess this up.

“Pretty!” He blurted out.

He was going to slap himself on the face.

“Pretty?” You repeated aloud. He nodded fervently. “Yes.. you, you are so pretty! We should go to.. to..” Yuji was really struggling as he used his fingers to draw a box, playing charade with you.

“Box? Building?” You tried guessing, stifling giggles. Man, this kid was cute. “No… no.. moo..movie date! Yes! Date! Let’s go on date! I like you!” He finished triumphantly. Your eyes widened.

This kid was way too cute. You smiled and took his hand, taking note of how his cheeks turned cherry red, almost like his hair. “Alright, let’s go on a date!” You repeated, in English.

Absolutely adores the height difference between you two, perching his chin on top of your head, randomly picking you up and teasing you about your height.

At first calls you somewhat condescending names like “doll” or “your highness” just to annoy you (bonus points if you act like a brat) but then it turns into a term of endearment, frequently calling you doll or your highness because aren’t you just one?

Will randomly start pretending to box you, in a ready stance and throwing fake punches at you while you do your own thing. You’ve just learnt to ignore it.

Play fights with you. Constantly pins you down when tackling you to the bed, pretending to struggle when you both know he could easily win this, but instead, he tickles you to win.

Is the type to make new year jokes like ‘I haven’t showered since last year,’ and he cracks up at his own jokes.

Insanely clingy. From the moment yu open your eyes in the morning, he’s already right on top of you. Prying him off is almost impossible because he’s like a magnet. (Get it? Cuz his evol is metallization? Ok I’ll shut up now.) he does NOT let you go. And he has no sense of personal space. Not that you’re complaining.

Feigns obliviousness way too much to make you mad. And when you are mad, although you are insanely hot, he’s quickly shushing you with gifts and kisses.

“Aw come on, cuddle me? I don’t bite.”

Calls you “m’lady” (holy cat noir). He’s also instead of taking the elevator or stairs like a normal person to your apartment, has resorted to climbing up your balcony and knocking annoyingly on the glass door until you open it. “Thank you, sweets.”

Loves salty snacks. Caleb likes sour, Xavier likes spicy, Zayne likes sweets, Rafayel is a cannibal and Sylus eats everything. So it fits perfectly!

Has gotten noise complaints from your neighbours downstairs because whenever he’s happy, his tail thumps on the ground (upstairs neighbour activities).

Gets insane cuteness aggression from you. You could have the nastiest rbf ever and he wants to squish your cheeks.

Occasionally insecure about himself, but has started working on it as you compliment him every day, cradling his face and brushing his hair.

His favourite thing to do when he gets home is lie his head on your lap, hoping for head scratches, and nuzzles your thighs when he gets them. (My behbeh I love you)

“Still feeling bad?” He murmured, even though he knew the answer to that. You gave a weak smile before coughing violently. Fushiguro frowned before lifting you up and huddled into his arms. His one arm was a back rest for you, holding you firm while the other one rubbed your sides and under your legs.

“Gumi’, you’re gonna get sick..” you weakly protested, yet snuggling into his embrace. “Then, you’re just gonna have to take care of me.” He shrugged, like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

You sighed, fondly. That was your husband.

His words didn’t carry as much value as his actions and touch did, well… for most people.

Megumi could see a peeking pink fluffy bunny through the small gap of the door, maybe only three apples tall. “Aiko, you alright?” He called for the toddler.

She pushed the door open and waddled towards your bed, struggling to get up before Megumi easily scooped her up and placed her on a cushion.

“Mama?” She questioned how dull and pale you were looking. “Hi baby,” you cooed at your daughter.

She looked like a copy and paste of Megumi, with emerald eyes, jet black hair and chubby cheeks that resembled baby Megumi when he was little. But she had an extroverted personality.

“Mama sleepy?” She babbled.

Megumi nodded. “Yeah, she’s just feeling a little.. icky.” Aiko crawled towards your tummy and used her tiny fingers to slightly squish it. “Mama have baby in?” You and Megumi weakly laughed.

“No, sweetheart. Mama’s just sick.”

Aiko tilted her head with curiosity.. her mama? Sick? But her mama was so strong!

Megumi had placed you back onto the bed, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead before whispering to you. “I should keep her away from you..”

and he had gently placed his hand on your face, covering your eyes to lull you to sleep, just like what he did with Aiko when she was on the brink of sleepiness during late nights.

Megumi picked up Aiko, his forearm carrying her as she curled her tiny fingers into her dad’s ragged t-shirt from ten years ago.

“Come, mama needs to rest. How about we help make her some soup?” Aiko excitedly clapped her hands and babbled incoherently, despite Megumi nodding and humming along as if he understood.

As the soup simmered, since Aiko couldn’t really contribute, she sat in her chair with plastic toys and a wooden toy knife to pretend she was chopping vegetables.

And Megumi watched her, small smile with admiration and love in his eyes.

This was his home, with you and Aiko. His two loves, his two girls, the only people who mattered.

And life meant nothing anymore when he lost the both of you.

I didn’t really know how to end it… I’m sorry @megumisrighttoe @sugerfilled @kissthesword @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend

No, he wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but you knew without any words. And he knew you knew. But it was his comfort. His grounding when the world got too loud.

It had started after a difficult mission, leaving the two of you wounded. To be honest, your boyfriend was more concerned about your injuries than his own, despite the gash on his torso. You were both instructed to sleep in your own dorms, separately. But Megumi’s worry seeped in the more time he tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t rest, not like this.. so while wincing, he had hobbled towards your dorm which was inconveniently on the other side of the dorm hallway.

You weren’t sleeping either, restless from the pain and waiting for the painkillers that Shoko begrudgingly gave you. You heard Megumi’s signature knock. Four knocks. You counted them, out of instinct and he opened the door. You stirred in bed, while you watched your boyfriend with his hair all messy close the door behind you. When he laid eyes on you, his own widened as he rushed to the best he could towards your bed.

He cradled your face, patched in bandages and punctured with fight marks. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice disguised as low, but you could hear the teenage boy in him worry.

“Shoko said your injuries were pretty bad, does it hurt?”

“Gumi’..”

he looked around where your sleep shirt hung low on your collarbone and was scratched roughly. “I shouldn’t have split up with you, this is my fault.” He was spiralling, and Megumi Fushiguro never spiralled. “Baby-“ “fuck, I’m so sorry, I wish you didn’t get hurt..”

“hey it’s-“

“it isn’t okay. I should’ve taken left and you took right, so you wouldn’t get that hurt-“ “Megumi!” He stopped his slow yet frantic inspection before peering up to your eyes with those emeralds. You softly smiled. He was so worried about you, that it hurt. You brought your hands to his face, and he relaxed into your touch, slightly nuzzling it to find comfort before you lowered his face into your chest. He obliged, letting a hum out.

You guided him until his ear rested where your heart resided. “Hear that?” Megumi listened to your heartbeat. Slow, like the calm ocean after thrashing waves. He inhaled your scent, and exhaled with all his might, almost shaky. “See, I’m okay. My heart’s still beating.” You whispered to him like he was a little kid.

Even when your hands moved under his shirt to rub his back, and to stroke his soft hair, he stayed. “It wasn’t your fault, gumi. And you would’ve gotten hurt regardless. I just lost focus for a moment.

Megumi’s arms wrapped around your torso as you laid back down. His eyes were finally drooping as the lull of your slow breaths and heart pulsing soothed him. And so that was how he found comfort.

Even when  it was just a hard day, would he sneak into your room, and place the side of his head on its rightful place; your chest. He would match your breathing to be in sync, while his heart played the same melody of one another’s. Everything was going so fast, but these silent moments at midnight would just stop time. Just him curled into you, to hear your heart pulsing a story.

Especially on rainy days, when thunder echos while the water droplets tapped on the window. That was his safe haven, and his way of staying sane.

How he wished to hear that heartbeat one last time.

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He can see you peeking from your shared bedroom, yet he pretends to stay busy, flicking his finger like he was reading something. In truth, he wasn’t. His mind was still fixed on the argument you had a few hours prior. He doesn’t even remember how it started. Just that the both of you needed space.

But he began to miss you, well, he always did , and he began to understand your side. He felt guilt that he could’ve handled it better. Still, he say anything, despite feeling your gaze on him after emerging from the room, and your breathing, occasionally hiccuping from sniffles.

He sighed eventually before putting his phone away and looking back at you, giving a gentle smile of reassurance.

“Hey, c’mere.”

And he stretched his arms out wide while you took meek steps before he pulled you down, with a laugh at your yelp and enclosed his arms. He felt warm. Your head rested on his pecs, arms wrapped around his neck as you hummed with him in relief. His legs tangle with yours, and while one hand envelops and traps you from escaping, by your back, the other finds its way underneath your shirt to rub your warm skin.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled from his chest. His hand found its way to your chin, forcing it gently to look up at him, where tears were still prominent in your eyes.

“I’m sorry too, baby.” “I don’t like it when we fight, ‘leb.” You sniffle and he brings you higher onto his chest, you towering over him as his hands slide to your hips, slightly rubbing and squishing them.

“I don’t like it either pips. But d’you get what I meant earlier?” You nod, not looking at him in the eye. You knew he was right, and it was embarrassing to admit it, but Caleb wouldn’t let you feel embarrassed.

“Y’know gege’s just tryna look out for ya’. But he never wants to make the only person that matters in the world cry.” He murmurs, a thumb sliding up your face and catching a stray tear before bringing your head forward so he could kiss your cheek.

“But.. I see where you were coming from.” He added.

It’s late night, and you were curled up in bed, pink pajamas, hair braided and scrolling on your phone while you waited for your husband to come home from a late mission.

You would never admit it out loud, yet you found yourself wishing that Satoru wasn’t the strongest, that he wasn’t Gojo.

Sure, he was powerful, rich and your husband, but that’s all everyone knew about him, other than the fact he was silly.

Nobody would know he clung onto you during soft mornings, bare chest pressed against your back as you tried to make breakfast and coffee for him. It was considered difficult when he’d press and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, humming in contentment.

Nobody would know that on his rare free days, he would take you for a day in the city on a hunt for new flavours of Kikufuku and Mochi. If you didn’t like your flavour and wanted his, he’d happily trade as long as he got to feed it to you.

And nobody would know that what happens when he finally gets home.

The front door opens, and you wait for the whine of his voice calling for you, but all you hear is a heaved sigh. Of course, he won’t make you walk downstairs, but he’ll quietly tip toe, just in case you were asleep. He pushed the half open door, slumped and tired eyes unveiled with his blindfold hanging around his neck. Those familiar azure pearls lock and soften onto you. You smile sweetly.

“Hey, ‘toru. I finished my missions earlier so I brought back some take out from your favourite.”

But Satoru wasn’t even listening as he walked towards the bed, getting closer and closer to you until he- “satoru what are you-ah!” Fell on top ofyou.

You lie back from the weight, but then ease your body with the shock melting away. Your one hand finds under his shirt to feel and scratch his bare back while the other wraps itself around his ivory hair. Satoru had happily settled into your neck, his heaved breath inhaling the scent of you like you’d disappear, but you wouldn’t go anywhere. His limbs tangle with yours, and his body fully rests, molding into you. “Rough day?” You whisper, already knowing the answer.

He hummed, strong arms wrapped against and under your shirt that rose up from his own body. Your hand got to work, leaving his hair and untying the blindfold from his neck, before folding it beside your lamp. “Head hurts..” you hear a muffled mumble, and that’s all you need to start massaging his temples in circular motion. Not too hard, but firm enough.

You could feel his tense body loosen as he used his feet to drag down his bottoms, that felt uncomfortable throughout the day. “Hm, you want be to run a bath or get some food out?” You tried suggesting. “Jus’ wan’ you close..” he answered.

Close.

His full body weight draped onto you,yet he felt greedy for more of you.

“I wish I could just crawl into your skin and hide.” He dramatically states. You giggle, your hands going from rubbing his temples to scratching his hair; back and forth. “How romantic.” You teasingly remark. He hums, satisfied when he made you laugh. He could survive off of that sweet sound for centuries. You prop yourself up just a little so your lower back could lean against the bed frame. Satoru clung onto you tightly in response.

“Baby, you don’t have to-“

“don’t leave me..”

you look down at him, where his eyes, shimmering in the warm glow of the dim lamp and in awe of you. “I know I come home late, and I know i don’t do anything when I get home, but I still want to do nothing with you.” You laugh, not in mockery, but with your heart swelling. “I wasn’t going to leave you… just bring some hot milk and pajamas for you, silly.” you swing your legs around the side of your bed, and Satoru shifted to lean against you, sitting up. You tap his nose before kissing it as the silent way the two of you had made to signal “in a minute.”

And you feel your clingy husband’s wonderous eyes follow you like a lovesick puppy (just like he was) as you opened his drawer to take out sweatpants, and an old baggy t-shirt, coming back to stand in front of him and unbutton his work clothing, which was his old uniform from his old schooling days with you.

You didn’t rush, unbuttoning one by one before he shrugged it off. “Arms up.” And he obliged immediately, not making it hard for you as you literally dressed him like he was a kid.

And a part of him felt complete as you treated him like your baby. Maybe your big, and annoying baby, but still yours. His inner child felt soothed with the extensive care you gave him.

Years had he found himself finding ways to make do without his pacifier, his bottle, and then with only his own feelings to comfort himself. And now, as an adult, years of the unhealthy cycle of shutting down his feelings and drowning his turmoil with acts, had he finally let his guard down so much to now be sitting, watching you slide on spider-man pajamas pants.

“You don’t get tired of doing this..right?” He whispered. You met him at eye level. “Why’re you askin’?” “I’m supposed to be strong, and cocky and always on the grind.” His voice dropped to a low voice laced with vulnerability. “But I don’t need to be that with you. You baby me like I’m just another child. Not some miracle.” You cradled his jaw.

“You are a miracle Satoru… it’s a miracle that you’re mine, and you come home to me.” You murmured, before leaning in to kiss his chapped lips, hand cupped on his shoulder blade, and moving onto his lap.

This is what home was to Satoru.

Not another act, or an occasional visit to sit with himself like it used to, but a certain comfort, with you and him littered all over.

Where he was his silly self, true. But also the quiet self where he could do nothing but cling onto you all day.

That was all he needed.

That was all that mattered <3

Yaaaaaay actual fluffffff

Zayne quietly sat beside you in your room that went through a hurricane from your turmoil. Usually, your best friend would’ve clicked his tongue and scolded you like a mother as he picked up messy clothes from the floor, and piled dirty glasses, water bottles and snack wrappers from late night study sessions.

Now was not the time. You leaned against the wall, perched on your chunky dorm bed, tears blurring your vision while Zayne sat as well.

“She knew about my crush on Caleb since…I don’t know, since high school!” You flung your hands in exhaustion. “She even told me she’d ask for me..” Zayne wasn’t the best at comforting. And He knew, that MC wasn’t a good friend from the start, ever since you became overly close with her.

She seemed sweet, until things didn’t go her way. And Zayne would argue the bratty behaviour came from the over-coddling from none other than her best friend, Caleb, who everyone thought the two were all over each other. Now, after her drunken instagram post from a college party, was a Live Photo of Caleb, pinning his “just a best friend” up against the wall, fiercely kissing her as she fisted her hands in his shirt.

Caleb didn’t even do parties.

MC was much more social than you, which explained the party you weren’t invited to.

It was crazy to think that the afternoon before, MC was raiding her closet for an outfit as you laid on your tummy on her bed, scrolling. “Ugh, seriously [name]! One party isn’t gonna kill you!”

“Do we not remember Nicki who banged up Gideon and now she’s pregnant?” You murmur, remembering when MC had gossiped to you about it.

“Protection’s a thing y’know, wrap it before you tap it!”

She called back before walking towards you with two tank tops.

“Red or black? And anyways, unless you plan on talking to a certain someone…” (she winked) “then just stay with me the whole night! Y’know, make sure I’m alive and come back home.”

You sighed, burying your face into the plush mattress and letting out a loud groan. “Red makes you look hot, and also, you know I’m too shy to go up to him.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She muttered, clearly exasperated at you and at the fact that you wouldn’t come. Or even talk to the guy who you’ve swooned over since freshman year.

But now, the girl who knew everything about you, had stabbed you in the back.

Zayne got up and left the room quietly before coming back with a plastic bag of snacks from the convenience store, setting them down, and making himself comfortable in his spot again, crossing his legs.

“I always found it quite alarming how close they were, for ‘just friends’.” He murmured. He rummaged through the bag, to find your favourite snack, with your favourite flavour, and handed it to you.

You took it with hands shaking and giving him a wobbly smile. “What would I do without you? Who’d remind me of all my stupid mistakes?” He half smiled.

“I wonder. Has she spoken to you yet?” You shook your head, sniffling as you bit down. “I thought she was my friend.” You repeated once again, but before you could continue, Zayne had firmly placed his hand on yours that rested on the bed.

His palms were warm, and his hands looked larger and more veiny in comparison to yours. Surgeon hands, or rather, med student hands. “Just think for a moment. She would always get upset with you whenever you didn’t do what she liked, gave back-handed compliments, and didn’t ever listen whenever you talked.” You fell silent, and he continued.

“Just how many times did she promise to talk to her friend for you, and actually went through with it?” “She would forget.. get busy..” you croaked out.

You both knew of the feeble excuse that was.

“She was one of your best friends, correct? Aren’t I one as well?” And his hand moved from yours, to touch your jawline, wiping away running tears as he leaned in. “I can count every single food you don’t like. Every single thing you’ve ever said to me, since children.” He whispered.

“Because I care.. I’ve always cared. Silently, and here for you.”

“Zayne..” you whispered shakily.

“I’ll never be Caleb.”

“I know that.”

And with that, he leaned in brushing your lips with a soft kiss, that turned rougher and rougher from the second. From the man, who had always yearned for you. And from you, who had nothing else to lose, but him and yourself lost in this love. It was always him. And it always would be.

You had noticed that your clothes were getting a little tighter, and you pretended to ignore it, brushing it off as bloating. “Eh?” Toji sleepily mumbled, hair tousled as he sat up. You turned towards him from the mirror. “I feel like I’ve gained weight but I’ve been eating my usual diet.”

Toji rose up from the bed, his pajama pants slightly rolled as he padded his way to you. You felt your husband’s chest press into your back, and his chin perched on your head while his arms wrapped around your hips and lazily held there as the both of you faced the full length mirror. “I don’t see the problem, woman.”

He nuzzled your hair, making it frizzy and knowing you’d whine about it later. You point towards the plush sticking out. “This! This is the problem.” You complained.

he brought his large hands to your stomach, and felt how warm and soft you were while he poked and squished at it. “It’s soft.” He remarked, but you didn’t seem to catch on his awe in how beautiful your body looked. “But I don’t want it soft, makes me feel fat and heavy.” You whispered, still staring at how your body looked.

Toji pecked your cheek and moved his way to stand in front of you, blocking the cruel mirror. “None of that shit, babe.” He muttered. And he immediately hoisted you up with his beefy arms without any hesitation or effort. You squealed, holding onto his shoulders as you towered over him, and your legs wrapping around his torso.

He smugly grinned up at you. “You call this heavy? Y’ain’t seen how heavy I can lift up, this is nothin’.” He gently placed you down, yet you still were biting your lip, quiet as you took in how your stomach looked.

Toji frowned. “Doll, Y’know how I’ll always love you whatever you look like, yeah?” You gave a tiny nod. But it seemed like you were conscious for the next weeks following, and Toji noticed how you stared in the mirror for longer periods of time, running more and huffing with no results.

How you stared at cereal boxes and the calories, or skipping meals all together when you thought he wasn’t looking.

It hurt him to see how you couldn’t see what a piece of Art you were to him. He secretly liked the new weight you put on. In fact, he’d nuzzle and poke at your tummy for hours if he could, staring at it, and how it made you glow.

He liked how there was an edge of softness to your image now. It made you look so sweet and rosy. Toji was determined to make you see that.

The next morning, as you were trying to get out a box of cereal, you turned it over to see the back. To see the numbers that haunted you.

But it was all sharpied in black.

You couldn’t even make out any of the numbers or words. Your heartstrings tugged at that. You know you didn’t do that. And every single label if it had nutrition facts, was sharpied out. Unable to overthink.

Or another way Toji was showing you his appreciation was when you greeted him home, he bear hugged you, rubbing your sides and rocking you slightly. He would stay that way with you for moments longer before pulling away, only to be back not a few minutes later.

And the last thing he did?

“Baby, have you seen the weight scale lately?” You called out from the bathroom searching for it in the cabinets and low shelves.

Toji walked up towards you, hands in his pockets. “Ji’? Have you seen our weighing scale? I kept it in the box around here and I can’t-“

“I threw that shit out.”

You paused. “Wait what?”

Toji ran a hand through his hair. “Doll, you ain’t determined by some numbers on a scale. You shouldn’t compare yourself like that. I couldn’t handle how upset you’d look when you saw a healthy weight. Or how you’d stare at a box and eat the air instead of eating real food.”

You stayed quiet, tears pricking in your eyes.

Toji placed his hands over your hips before kneeling down, and kissing your stomach, around your naval and nuzzling against the plush. “Listen ma’. You may have an idiot for a husband, but this idiot thinks you’re always beautiful. I love your stomach, I love your weight, I love everything ‘boutcha.”

He squeezed your thighs. “I know you won’t change your mind overnight. But I’ll be here to remind ya’ for the rest of our lives.”

your weight is beautiful. Don’t ever think you are determined by what some scale says.

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