just a poor puppy who can’t help herself :(

the front door clicks shut behind them, the deadbolt sliding home with a familiar thud that usually summons you from wherever you’ve been napping. but tonight there’s no scrabbling of claws on hardwood, no excited whining, no warm body hurtling itself against their legs in a frenzy of wagging tail and licking tongue. the house is silent.

satoru drops his bag by the coat rack, shrugging off his jacket with a frown that pulls at the corners of his mouth. “that’s weird,” he murmurs, and suguru is already moving past him, his own footsteps quickening as he heads down the hallway. the lights are dim, just the soft glow of a lamp left on in the living room, and there’s something about the stillness that makes the hair on the back of suguru’s neck prickle. you’re always at the door. always. it’s a ritual they’ve come to rely on, the way you wiggle and squirm and press your wet nose into their palms, tail wagging so hard your whole back end sways with it.

suguru calls your name, soft but expectant, and gets nothing but silence in return. satoru is right behind him now, his hand finding the small of suguru’s back as they round the corner into the living room.

and then they see you.

you’re curled up on the oversized cushion in the corner of the couch, the one you’ve claimed as your own, but you’re not sleeping. your knees are drawn up toward your chest, the hem of the oversized t-shirt—one of suguru’s old ones, the fabric soft and worn—bunched around your thighs. your ears are pinned flat against your skull, pressed so tight they’re nearly hidden in the mess of your hair, and your eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on them with an expression that’s equal parts shame and desperate relief.

your hand is between your legs.

even in the dim light, they can see the way your fingers are moving, slow and slick, hidden beneath the fabric but unmistakable in their rhythm. your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted, and there’s a damp patch darkening the shirt where your thighs press together. you haven’t stopped. even now, with them standing there, watching, your hand keeps working, keeps rubbing, like you can’t help yourself, like your body has taken over and your mind has just given up.

suguru’s breath catches. he feels the heat rising in his own chest, the familiar stirring in his gut as he takes in the sight of you, trembling and caught, your obedience crumbling under the weight of four days alone. satoru lets out a low, slow exhale beside him, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, controlled, laced with something that makes your ears twitch.

“puppy,” he says, and the word hangs in the air between you like a command. “what did we tell you?”

you whimper. it’s a small, broken sound that leaks out of your throat before you can stop it, and your hand stills for just a second before resuming its frantic pace. you can’t stop. you’ve been trying for days, fighting against the ache that built in your core from the moment they left, the empty house pressing in around you until the only thing that made the loneliness bearable was the memory of their hands, their mouths, the way they owned you completely. you told yourself you’d be good. you promised. you made it through the first night, and the second, but by the third day the need had become a living thing, coiling in your belly and whispering in your ear, and this morning you woke up with your fingers already buried between your slick folds, grinding against your palm before you were even fully awake.

and now they’re here. they’ve seen you. they know.

satoru moves first, crossing the room in a few long strides until he’s standing in front of the couch, looking down at you with those sharp eyes that miss nothing. he reaches out and hooks his fingers under the hem of the shirt, peeling it up slowly, deliberately, revealing the pale skin of your thighs, the glisten of your wetness, the desperate clutch of your fingers as you try to hide what you’ve been doing. but he doesn’t let you. he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls your hand away, exposing you completely, the slick evidence of your disobedience shining on your inner thighs.

“look at you,” he murmurs, and there’s no anger in his voice, just a kind of dark wonder. “so needy you couldn’t even wait for us to get through the door. we’re gone for a few days and you fall apart like this?”

you shake your head, a frantic denial that doesn’t match the way your hips buck into the empty air, searching for friction you’re no longer allowed. suguru has come to stand behind satoru, his arms crossed, his gaze heavy on your exposed cunt. you can feel the weight of their attention like a physical thing, pressing down on you, and it only makes you wetter.

“please,” you whisper, the word cracking at the edges. “i tried. i tried so hard.”

“not hard enough,” suguru says, and the firmness in his voice makes you whimper again. he steps around the couch, crouching down in front of you so he can look you in the eye. his hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him, and you feel the warmth of his palm against your flushed skin. “we told you not to touch. we gave you a simple rule, and you broke it. didn’t you?”

you nod, a tiny, shameful motion. your ears are still pinned flat, your tail— tucked tight between your legs. you feel small and exposed and utterly at their mercy, and the worst part is how much you crave it.

“i’m sorry,” you breathe, and the apology trembles on your lips. “i just—i needed—“

satoru’s hand lands on your knee, squeezing gently, and the touch sends a jolt through your entire body. “we know what you needed, puppy,” he says, and his thumb traces a slow circle on your sensitive skin. “we know exactly what you need. but you don’t get to take it. not without us.”

suguru’s hand slides from your jaw down the column of your throat, resting lightly over your pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of your heart beneath his fingers. “you’ve been bad,” he says, and there’s a hint of satisfaction in his tone, the pleasure of having evidence of your desperation spread out before him. “but we’re home now. we’ll take care of you.”

the promise in his words washes over you like hot water, loosening the knot of tension that’s been wound tight in your chest for days. you sag forward, your forehead coming to rest against his shoulder, and you feel his hand move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you there. satoru’s hand is still on your knee, but it’s sliding higher now, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“tell us,” satoru says, his voice a low rumble close to your ear. “tell us how long you’ve been touching yourself. how many times. we want to hear everything.”

and you do. you tell them, the words spilling out in a rush of confession, every moment of weakness laid bare for them to judge. the first night, when you curled up in their bed and pressed your face into their pillows, breathing in their scent until the ache became unbearable. the second night, when you gave in and let your hand wander, just a little, just enough to take the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. the third morning, when you woke up grinding against the mattress, your cunt soaked and aching, and you came with a sob of relief that echoed through the empty house.

you tell them about the guilt that followed, the shame that sat heavy in your stomach, but also the way the pleasure lingered, the memory of your own fingers working in and out of your wet heat making you wet all over again. you tell them you tried to stop, you really did, but your body wouldn’t listen, and by the time you heard the key in the lock you were already lost, already gone, your hand moving in frantic circles as you chased one more release before they found you.

satoru and suguru exchange a look over your head, a silent conversation that you can’t see but can feel in the way their hands tighten on your body.

“well,” suguru says, and there’s a smile in his voice, dark and fond. “it seems like we have some work to do. you’ve forgotten who you belong to, puppy.”

you shake your head, pressing closer to him. “no. i know. i remember. i’m yours.”

“prove it,” satoru says, and his hand finally reaches the apex of your thighs, fingers sliding through the slick evidence of your disobedience. you gasp, your hips jerking forward, chasing his touch, and he rewards you with a single, slow stroke that makes your vision blur. “show us how sorry you are. show us you remember.”

now, you’re laid out on their bed like an offering, wrists bound above your head to the headboard with the silk ropes they’d left coiled in the nightstand, the knots snug but not biting, holding you in place with a firmness that leaves no room for escape. your legs are spread wide, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress, and you feel utterly exposed, the cool air of the bedroom brushing over your wet cunt, making you shiver and clench around nothing. satoru kneels between your thighs, his focus razor-sharp as he positions the bullet vibrator against your clit, pressing the flat head right against that swollen nub, and then he’s wrapping a length of soft cord around your hips, cinching the toy in place so it sits flush against you, unyielding. the first low hum of vibration buzzes through your pelvis and you gasp, your back arching off the mattress, but he hasn’t even turned it up yet.

suguru moves above you, his shadow falling over your face, and you feel the soft fabric of satoru’s blindfold being draped over your eyes, the world going dark as he ties it snugly behind your head. the pressure is just enough to remind you that you can’t see, can’t anticipate, can’t prepare for whatever they decide to do. your ears—your puppy ears—swivel and twitch, trying to catch every sound, every breath, every whisper of clothing against skin, but the darkness leaves you adrift, sensitive and trembling.

“there,” satoru murmurs, his thumb stroking the inside of your thigh with mock gentleness. “nice and tight. you’re not going anywhere, are you, puppy?”

you shake your head frantically, a small whimper escaping your lips. “n-no, i’m not going anywhere, i’m sorry, please—”

“shh,” suguru says, and his hand lands on your cheek, not hard, but firm, turning your face toward where you guess he’s sitting. “you don’t get to talk unless we say so. you lost that privilege when you decided to touch yourself without permission. didn’t you?”

you nod, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes beneath the blindfold. “yes, sir.”

“good girl,” satoru says, and the praise sounds like a knife wrapped in velvet. “now let’s see how many times you can come before you remember your place.”

he clicks the vibrator to its lowest setting. the buzz is soft, teasing, a gentle thrum that makes your thighs twitch but doesn’t push you anywhere close to the edge. you squirm, trying to grind against the toy, but the cord holds it in place—you can’t get more pressure, can’t angle it differently, you can only lie there and take whatever they give you. suguru’s fingers find your nipples through the fabric of the shirt, he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp.

“you look so pathetic like this,” satoru says, his voice low and conversational. “spread open, tied down, blind. and you’re already wet. you’ve been dripping since we walked in, haven’t you?”

“yes,” you breathe, because you can’t lie, not when they’re watching, not when they know.

“yes what?”

“yes, sir. i’ve been wet. i—i can’t help it.”

“can’t help it,” suguru repeats, and there’s a cruel amusement in his tone. “you can’t help being a desperate little slut who needs us to keep her in line. is that what you’re saying?”

you whimper, your hips bucking involuntarily as the vibrator pulses against your clit. “yes, sir. i need you. i need you to keep me in line. i can’t do it alone.”

“we know,” satoru says, and he clicks the vibrator up a notch.

the sensation sharpens, the buzz deepening, spreading through your clit like a wave of heat. your breath hitches, your fingers curling into fists above your head as the pleasure starts to build, slow and inevitable. they don’t touch you otherwise—they just watch, let the toy do the work, let your body writhe and twist on the bed as you try to find some friction, some angle, some relief. but there’s no relief, only the relentless hum against your clit, drawing you higher and higher until the first orgasm crashes over you, sudden and sharp, your back bowing off the mattress as a cry tears from your throat.

“one,” suguru counts, his voice flat, clinical. “four more to go.”

you’re still trembling from the aftershocks when satoru clicks the vibrator up again. the sensation goes from sharp to almost unbearable, the vibration stronger now, pressing against your oversensitive clit with no mercy. you gasp, trying to squirm away, but the cord holds you fast, and suguru’s hands clamp down on your hips, pinning you in place.

“ah-ah,” he says. “you don’t get to run. you wanted to come so badly while we were gone, didn’t you? now you get to come for us. as many times as we want.”

“please,” you whimper, already feeling the second wave building, too fast, too soon. “please, it’s too much—”

“it’s not too much,” satoru corrects, and his voice is hard now, no more gentleness. “you don’t get to decide what’s too much. we do. and we say you can take five. so you’ll take five.”

the second orgasm hits before you can brace for it, ripping through you like a lightning strike, your cunt clenching around nothing as a sob tears from your chest. you hear yourself crying, high and broken, but the vibrator doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, just keeps grinding against your clit, pushing you into the third before the second has even fully faded. your legs kick out, your heels digging into the mattress, but suguru’s grip on your hips is iron, and satoru’s hand finds your stomach, pressing down, feeling the convulsions of your muscles beneath his palm.

“three,” suguru says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “you’re doing so well, puppy. making such a mess of our sheets.”

you’re sobbing now, tears soaking into the blindfold, your throat raw from the sounds being torn out of you. every nerve in your body is screaming, pleasure and pain blurring together until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. the fourth orgasm builds slower, more agonizingly, each second of vibration sending jolts through your oversensitive clit that make you wail and beg.

“please, please, i can’t, i can’t, please have mercy—”

“mercy?” satoru leans close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “you didn’t show any mercy to yourself when you were touching that cunt without us. you came anyway, even though you knew it was wrong. why should we show you mercy now?”

you shake your head frantically, a stream of incoherent pleas spilling from your lips. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i’ll never do it again, please, please just stop—”

“one more,” suguru says, and his hand slides down between your legs, his fingers pressing against the vibrator, driving it deeper into your clit, amplifying the sensation until you scream. “one more, and then we’ll think about it. come for us, puppy. let go.”

the fifth orgasm tears through you like a wave of fire, white-hot and devastating, your whole body arching into a taut bow as a broken wail rips from your throat. you feel yourself gushing, soaking the sheets beneath you, your cunt clenching helplessly again and again as the vibration finally, finally stops. satoru clicks it off, and the sudden silence is broken only by your ragged sobs, your chest heaving, your wrists straining against the ropes as you shudder and cry.

you’re a mess—tears and drool and slick all over the bed, your ears flat against your skull, your body limp and trembling. you can hear them moving around you, feel the mattress shift as they reposition, but you can’t open your eyes, can’t see, can’t do anything but lie there and sob.

“please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked, barely audible. “please, no more. i can’t. i can’t.”

a hand cups your cheek, gentle now, wiping away tears. you don’t know whose it is, don’t care, you just lean into the touch, desperate for any kindness.

“five,” suguru says softly. “you did it. you took five.”

“but you still broke the rule,” satoru adds, and his voice is quieter now too, but no less firm. “so you’re not off the hook yet, puppy. we’re just giving you a break.”

you sob with relief, your body sagging into the mattress, too exhausted to even form words. the ropes stay tight around your wrists, the blindfold stays in place, and the vibrator is still pressed against your clit, a silent promise of more to come. but for now, they let you breathe, let you cry, let you feel the weight of their presence around you, holding you in the aftermath.

and somewhere in the haze of pleasure and pain and surrender, you remember exactly who you belong to.

nothing special here

Snow Leopard!Gojo Satoru x Reader

SORRY YALL IF I DIDN'T FINISH ABOUT MY AU(Lucid Nightmare!JJK AU) I WILL CONTINUE IT LATER

Sorry if my fanfic or whatever aren't good cuz...l am suck at it but enjoy anyway

"Strange Winter at Snow"

warning: 16+, dirty whispers/talking, slight of aggressive. touching private spots, rough.

Once at the time, you were a beautiful woman, who living in the small village, not much but if keep you safe from cruel world, well some point, your village, your people, does love you so much, not even the slightly moment of your life. but it feels strange when your people start talking about a strange creature who roam around the deep forest and yet, you can't tell what they talking about, only whispers through your ears.

One Night, you were collecting vegetables from your people as you enter your house, not much to say about a strange creature they talked about but don't care, as you reach a bowl of full fruits, noticing there's no strawberry at all, you sigh in disappointed, well of course you waste of your strawberries, you use the strawberries as your favourite juice.

''l guess l have to go to get some strawberries'' you said, you put the vegetables on the table and grab the empty basket and some lantern, once you went ouside, suddeny a voice behind you, shouting, you turn around as revealing an young woman named Elino, an 20 years old, medium brown hair, as she start running towards you.

''Elino? why are you here?'' you said in confusion as she finally reach you, ''Y/N! what are you doing? are you going to get something? alone at this night? you know how dangerous in there!'' she said with worrying tune and heavily breathing from running. ''Why not? because that one creature in the deep forest?'' you say with frown. ''Yeah! aren't you not scared of it?'' Elino said as you speak ''Listen Elino, l can do it by myself, plus l am not scared of something like a creature in the deep forest in there, is there something wrong with it?'' you shrugged, Elino frown. ''yes, and also l might heard that it's also been killed alot of people in villages lightly, you can't do it by yourself here, even you get lost in there..'' you sigh. ''of course l don't get lost in there, remember how l almost get lost before finding these small village.'' of course Elino shake her head in disappointed, ''Y/N you way too stubborn to listen but fine, you can go but don't expecting me to help you'' she huff.

you smirk. ''yeah, yeah, l'll be fine'' you said teasing as you walk towards the deep forest, Elino watched you walk away with concerned look, can't help how will you get back here, will you? of course you are or...not.

as you went deeper and deeper through the forest, you finally found some strawberries in the small farm, you walk over as you knelt down so you can pick the strawberries and put in the basket.

you finished as you about to leave, you notice something in the ground, as you pull closer the lantern to see, revealing a small red bloody, your eyes widen but not to dare to make a sound. the red bloody trail into different path, you can't go there but the curious hits you.

this was originally a kpop fanfic but alas i needed to convert to new account and fixation <3

Pairing: aspiring rock star! suguru geto x fem! reader

Tags: pre-debut to well-known artist au, Christmas and New Year's line, slice of life moments, college student reader, substantial plot leading to smut, very dialogue heavy, angsty moments, slow burn, relationship struggle, lovers to exes to lovers

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

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Word Count: 6.5k+

Summary: Suguru has always dreamed of becoming a big music star; meanwhile, your aspirations lie in academics and coexisting with him. Suguru struggles with telling you that he will be leaving for Japan to pursue his music career very soon, in fear of losing what they have.

warnings are under the tab for chapters that apply.

SYNPOSIS: as you and gojo grow closer by the seasons, it seems the two of you notice the underlying tension ready to burst. but, it's better to ignore it. . .right? pretending to be just friends when carving pumpkins is nothing short of a hangout—yeah.

WARNINGS! mentions of carving with sharp tools, fluff

WC. 1.5k

THE AUTUMN BREEZE carried a hint of chill, but the sunlight kept you warm as you sat next to Gojo on the porch, pumpkins scattered around the two of you like blank canvases waiting for a masterpiece. You picked up a carving knife, rolling it between your fingers as Gojo leaned back, arms stretched lazily behind him.

“So,” you started, eyeing the pile of pumpkins, “you ready to actually carve these, or are you just going to sit there and supervise?”

He smirked, his sunglasses glinting in the light. “I’m thinking about it. Pumpkin carving is serious business, after all.”

“Serious?” you raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You? Serious?”

He chuckled, the angle he sat at pushing his glasses down slightly to meet your eyes. “Hey, I can be serious when I want to be. I’m just considering my options.” He turned his back to you and picked up the biggest pumpkin of the bunch, turning it over as if to judge its worth. “This one looks promising. Classic shape, good color.”

You snorted. “It’s a pumpkin, Gojo. They all look the same.”

He grinned in response, setting the pumpkin down in front of him. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. A true artist appreciates the subtle differences.”

“Oh, so you’re an artist now?”

He flashed you a playful look, grabbing a carving tool. “I have many talents. You should know that by now.”

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered under your breath, focusing on your own pumpkin as you began sketching out a design. “But I’m willing to bet my pumpkin turns out better than yours.”

Gojo shakes his head, a hint of a laugh meets the brief silence. “Oh, you want to make this a competition?”

“Isn’t everything with you a competition?” you teased, drawing the first line into the orange skin.

He didn’t deny it. “Alright then. Let’s see who can make the most impressive pumpkin.”

You both got to work, the sound of scraping and cutting filling the comfortable silence between you. Occasionally, you’d glance over at Gojo, his brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully cut into the pumpkin. He was taking it seriously, which only made you smile.

“What are you going for?” you asked after a few minutes.

“Something classic,” he replied, still focused on his pumpkin. “But with a twist.”

“You always have to add some dramatic flair, don’t you?”

He shrugged, not looking up. “It’s who I am.”

You shook your head, turning back to your own work. “I’m going for simple but cute. Something that actually looks like a pumpkin—“, you pause to glance at Gojos art. “unlike whatever you’re doing.”

“Oh, this is going to look like a pumpkin,” he said, his voice teasing. “Just. . .a better one than yours.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. “We’ll see about that.”

Quiet minutes passed, and the pile of pumpkin guts between you grew. You were almost finished with your design when Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead as if to prove his point.

“I’m pretty sure I’m a genius,” he said, leaning back to admire his work.

“Modest as always,” you muttered, setting your carving tool down and wiping your hands on a towel nearby. “Let’s see it then.”

Gojo grinned, turning his pumpkin around for you to see. It was surprisingly good, compared to other works he’s done. The lines were clean, the design intricate but not overdone. He’d carved a sharp, fierce face into the pumpkin, with jagged eyes and a mischievous grin.

“Okay,” you pause, tilting your head as you inspected it. “That’s actually not bad.”

“Not bad?” he repeated, his voice full of mock offense. “Come on, you can give me more credit than that.”

You crossed your arms, fighting the smile that creeps up on your lips. “It’s alright. But mine’s still better.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Alright, let’s see it then.”

You turned your pumpkin around, revealing the cute, simple face you had carved. It was a classic jack-o-lantern design—nothing too fancy, but clean and neat. Gojo stared at it for a second before letting out a low whistle.

“Cute,” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “But safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated, your eyes narrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, still smiling. “Just saying, you could’ve taken a few more risks. Gone for something a bit more—,” he stops for quick second to look up at your eyes. “exciting.”

“I don’t need to overdo it to make something good,” you shot back. “Sometimes, simple is better.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “You really think that’s going to win against my masterpiece?”

“I’m not trying to win,” you said, tossing a piece of pumpkin guts at him. “I’m just trying to make something that doesn’t look like it’s about to eat someone.”

He caught the pumpkin piece, tossing it aside with ease. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t hide your smile that toned your voice. “Fine, Mr. Genius. Let’s call it a tie.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think it over as he sat still for a moment. “A tie, huh? I don’t know. I feel like I came out on top here.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “You just want to win everything.”

“I mean,” he said, flashing you a grin, “can you blame me? Winning is fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you still hang out with me,” he pointed out, leaning a little closer.

You bumped his shoulder with yours, smiling softly. “Yeah, well, somebody has to keep your ego in check.”

Gojo chuckled, his voice softening just a bit. “You’re probably the only one who could.”

The air between you shifted slightly, the playful banter fading into something a little more comfortable—more personal. His arm brushed against yours as you both sat back, looking out at the sunset. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a little closer than usual, but neither of you made any effort to move apart. Seemingly a silent mutual agreement to soak it in while it lasts.

“You know,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter, “as sappy as it is, we do make a good team.”

You glanced at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, like he was seeing more than just the pumpkins in front of you. “Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “We do.”

Gojo’s hand brushed yours, the contact lingering for just a second too long, and for a moment, you thought he might say something more; not if your heart beating out of your chest did it for him first. But instead, he smiled that same playful grin, breaking the tension with a wink.

“You’re not gonna get all sentimental on me now, are you?” he teased.

You shoved him lightly, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. “As if. I just didn’t want to crush your spirit too much after beating you in pumpkin carving.”

Gojo laughed, the sound light and easy, but there was something in his expression that stayed soft, even as he joked with you. “You really think you won, huh?”

“I know I did,” you said confidently, standing up and stretching. “But you can have your little victory if it makes you feel better.”

Gojo stood up as well, his height towering over you in a way that made your heart skip again. He reached out, ruffling your hair before you could stop him. “You’re cute when you’re competitive, you know that?”

You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him. “I’m always cute.”

He chuckled, leaning in just a bit closer; making his features more vibrant. He grinned at your flushed face and stepped back, picking up a couple of candles to place inside the pumpkins.

It was a known thing for Gojo to be a flirt. But as time passed between the two of you, it got more personal. He seemed to love to take advantage of the fact.

As the two of you lit the pumpkins, the soft glow of the candles flickering through the carved designs, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Gojo. The way the warm light played off his features, the subtle smirk that never seemed to leave his face—it made your heart race in a way you weren’t quite ready to admit.

“Alright,” Gojo said, breaking your trance as he stepped back to admire the glowing pumpkins. “I’ll give you this—you did a good job.”

You smiled, leaning into his side as you both looked at your creations. “You too, Gojo.”

He glanced down at you, that familiar playful glint in his eyes. “First compliment of the evening, could get used to this.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile widened. “Don’t expect much.”

“Too late,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer. “You’re stuck with me now.”

And even though you playfully pushed him away, you didn’t move too far. Because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being stuck with him after all.

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ᛝ A SHOKO IEIRI and UTAHIME IORI AU wherein “normal” was never an option—only something they hide behind.

⎯⎯ 𐔌 wc: 3.5k .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Chapter 01 – Doesn’t matter (It does)

SHOKO'S POV

“Canada’s Shane Hollander. And Russia’s Ilya Rosanov.”

Before the scene could even finish, I reached for the remote and shut the TV off. The screen went dark mid-dramatic pause, like I’d personally offended whatever director thought mixing sports and romance was a good idea. The room fell quiet again, except for the low city hum outside. I dropped onto the couch beside Utahime like nothing happened.

Utahime blinked at me. “You didn’t even let it play.”

I leaned back, tossing the remote onto the table without looking. “I didn’t need to. I already know how it ends.”

“Oh? You’ve seen it before?” she asked dryly.

“Same script every time.” I stretched my legs out. “Two attractive people from opposite sides of the planet hate each other, glare a lot, then suddenly they’re making out like it’s an Olympic sport.”

Utahime gave me a look. “That’s… a very specific summary.”

“And an accurate one.”

She crossed her arms. “So you turned it off because you’re a critic now?”

“I turned it off because I have standards.”

“Since when?”

“Since always,” I said immediately. I clicked my tongue. “Anyway—” I gestured vaguely at the blank TV. “What’s up with two dudes kissing anyways? It’s not that interesting.”

“You sound like you’re projecting,” Utahime said.

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

Her eyes flicked briefly to the dark TV, then back to me. Calm. Too calm. “You’re reacting pretty strongly for something you claim is ‘not interesting.’”

I scoffed. “It’s not a reaction. It’s a critique.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m serious,” I said, gesturing vaguely at the screen like it had personally offended me. “They’re always making it such a big deal. Like, congratulations, two people like each other. Why does it have to be broadcasted—” I paused, searching for the right word.

Utahime raised a brow. “So your issue is the broadcasting?”

“Yes.”

“Not the fact that it’s two men?”

I didn’t hesitate. “No.” However, Utahime still didn’t look convinced.

“…What?” I asked.

She leaned back slightly, still watching me like she was reading something between the lines. “You just said ‘two people like each other’ like that’s the problem. Not the rivalry, not the drama—just… them liking each other.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s very close to what you said.”

I clicked my tongue. “You’re being weird about this.”

“I’m not,” she said lightly. “I’m just listening.”

“That’s your problem. You listen too much.”

“You talk too much.” 

I didn’t answer right away. Didn’t have one, actually. Because the more I thought about it, the more it felt like she wasn’t talking about the movie anymore. And I hated that. Hated how easily she could do that—reach past whatever I was saying and land somewhere I hadn’t meant to show. Like everything I kept vague, everything I brushed off or made smaller than it was, didn’t stay that way when she was around. It said more about me than it did about her. About how quickly my guard slipped without me noticing. How conversations that should’ve stayed light somehow… didn’t. Not with her. Never with her.

I shifted slightly, eyes fixed anywhere but her.

It was stupid, really. The way things felt different when it was just us. The way certain words sat heavier in my chest, like they meant more than I was willing to admit. Like if I let them linger too long, they’d turn into something I wouldn’t be able to brush off with a joke. Something harder to explain. Harder to ignore.

I exhaled quietly, forcing my thoughts back into something simpler. Safer. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was just Utahime.

She was my friend.

That was all it was supposed to be.

I was snapped back to reality when Utahime suddenly stood up. “I’m gonna make coffee,” she said, already turning toward the kitchen like the conversation had been neatly filed away.

“Make some for me too,” I added quickly. “Make sure—”

“Only two scoops of creamer and one scoop of sugar,” she cut in without hesitation. “I know, Shoko.”

I stopped. Not because she got it right. But because she didn’t even have to think about it. But I guess that’s the thing about Utahime. She didn’t guess things about me— she knew them. It’s always been like this. Still… who was I to read more into it than what it was? Utahime was like that with everyone. The kind of person who remembered details because she cared enough to, not because they meant anything special. Just a good friend.

To everyone.

How I wish she wasn’t so nice. 

“Shoko, what’s on your mind?” Utahime asked, glancing over at me while stirring the coffee.

I stopped myself mid-thought.

“…Nothing,” I said quickly.

Too quickly.

The word came out before I even had time to decide if I meant it, which was exactly the problem. It always was with her—she didn’t need me to say things clearly. She just needed me to slip once. From the kitchen, her voice stayed calm, almost absent-minded as she kept stirring.

“You only say ‘nothing’ like that when it’s definitely something.”

I clicked my tongue. “It’s called privacy.”

“It’s called avoidance,” she corrected immediately.

No hesitation. No pause. Like she’d already categorized it somewhere in her head and was just choosing when to say it out loud.

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face.

“You’re annoying,” I muttered. “Stop doing that. You talk like you already know everything about me.”

Utahime didn’t answer right away. The spoon in her hand slowed, then stopped entirely. When she spoke, her voice was quieter than before—not softer, just more certain.

“I don’t want to know everything about you,” she said. A pause.

“I just want to know what you won’t say out loud.”

“…Anyway.”

The word came out too casual. Too sharp. Like I was cutting the moment before it could settle into anything real.

Utahime didn’t respond immediately. I could hear her set the spoon down in the sink, water running lightly after that. Normal sounds. Easy sounds. Like she hadn’t just said something that made my brain go inconveniently quiet.

I sat up slightly.

“So,” I said again, faster this time, “I made plans.”

A pause from the kitchen.

“…You made plans,” she repeated. “With who?”

I exhaled. “Suguru. Gojo. Nanami.” Utahime didn’t react much, but I still caught the faint shift in her expression at Gojo’s name. “Sounds loud,” she said.

“It is.”

Another pause. Then I added, a little too quickly, “You should come.” That made her stop. She looked like she’d been expecting it—but wanted to see if I’d actually say it properly.

Utahime tilted her head slightly. “Why?”

I shrugged. “Just… so the group’s complete.”

“…So the group is complete,” she repeated slowly.

“Yeah.”

A beat.

Then, quieter—

“Really?” she asked.

That one word landed heavier than it should’ve.

I frowned. “What?” Utahime leaned lightly against the counter, arms loosely crossed now. Not pressing. Not accusing. Just patient. “Is that really why you want me there?” she asked. I clicked my tongue again, looking away. “Don’t overthink it.” 

“I’m not,” she said simply. “I’m asking.” Silence stretched. Not empty this time. Just exposed. I opened my mouth. Closed it again.

“…It’s just a hangout,” I said finally. “That’s all.”

Utahime hummed softly, like she was considering how generous she wanted to be with that answer. Then she pushed off the counter and walked a little closer. Not into my space. Just close enough that I couldn’t pretend she wasn’t looking right at me.

“Shoko,” she said. My name sounded different when she said it like that.

“Yeah?” I replied, already bracing myself.

Her gaze didn’t waver.

“Try again,” she said quietly.

“…It’s really not that serious,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I didn’t say it was.”

“Then why are you—”

“Because you’re avoiding the question,” she cut in.

I let out a quiet breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. “God, you’re persistent.”

“I know.”

Silence settled between us again, but this time it didn’t feel like pressure.

It felt like she was giving me time. Which was worse.

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, staring down at my hands.

“…It’d be better if you were there,” I said finally.

“You’re really bad at this,” she said. I huffed a small laugh. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

A pause.

“But you still asked me to come anyway,” she added.

I looked at her. “…Yeah,” I admitted. That seemed to be enough. Utahime nodded once. “I’ll go,” she said.

I blinked. “That easy?” Utahime turned slightly, reaching for the coffee she’d left behind. “It wasn’t hard,” she replied. I frowned faintly. “You were full on interrogating me.”

“I was just waiting,” she corrected. “For what?” She glanced at me over her shoulder. “For you to say something honest.”

“And you almost did.” She added. And before I could figure out what to do with that, she handed me my cup like nothing had changed at all. 

I took the cup from her, the warmth settling into my hands in a way that felt grounding—too grounding.

“Thanks,” I muttered, already looking away. Utahime hummed in acknowledgment, like that was enough. It always was, with her. I took a sip, more out of habit than anything, then set the cup down a little too quickly.

“I should… go finish some papers,” I said, pushing myself up from the couch. “Got a few things from school I’ve been putting off.” Utahime glanced at me. Not surprised.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

Then she nodded. “Alright.”

So I turned and headed down the hallway, the sound of my own footsteps feeling louder than usual against the quiet of the apartment. I could still hear faint movement behind me—the soft clink of her cup, the rustle of fabric as she settled back onto the couch.

Normal. Everything was normal.

I closed my door behind me with a soft click. And just like that, the silence changed. My room felt smaller than I remembered. Or maybe it was just quieter in a way that didn’t have her in it. I stood there for a moment, staring at my desk—papers scattered, pen uncapped, everything exactly where I left it earlier. Proof of the excuse I had just made.

“…Right,” I muttered.

I didn’t move toward it. Instead, I let out a slow breath and dropped onto my bed, the mattress dipping beneath me as I stared up at the ceiling. The same ceiling. Different silence. My mind didn’t go to the papers. It went back to the living room.

To her voice.

“Try again.”

I clicked my tongue softly, shifting onto my side.

“…Annoying,” I murmured.

The more I replayed it, the more it didn’t sound like she was trying to corner me. It sounded like she was trying to get me to meet her somewhere. Somewhere I kept stopping just short of. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face. She wasn’t anything complicated. She was my friend. That was it. That’s what I’d always called her.

What everyone called her.

But the word friend just felt… incomplete. Not wrong, just not enough. I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes for a moment, like that would somehow stop the thoughts from forming fully. Because once they did, I knew they wouldn’t stay small. And I didn’t have anything to replace them with. I let my hand fall back to the bed, staring up at the ceiling again. “…This is stupid.” I muttered. 

I reached for my phone, hoping it would distract me from my thoughts. It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse. The screen lit up, and somehow—unsurprisingly—it was still her. I opened Instagram. Utahime. Her posts, her photos, the same quiet, put-together version of her that everyone else saw. I scrolled past one, then another, not really looking but not stopping either. I switched apps. 

TikTok. Still her. Reposts I didn’t remember liking but had watched anyway. Things she found funny. Things she found meaningful. Things that made sense in a way I didn’t bother trying to understand, but still watched through to the end.

I clicked out again.

Twitter. And there it was. Her account—filled with those long, half-coherent rants that somehow looped back into something thoughtful if you read them twice. Things that didn’t make sense at first glance, but felt… intentional.

I stared at one longer than I meant to. Then another. And then a post about that stupid show.

Heated Rivalry.

I frowned, thumb hovering over the screen. “Seriously…” I muttered under my breath. “What’s up with that show anyway?”

I remembered our conversation earlier in the living room.

“You sound like you’re projecting.”

I clicked my tongue softly, letting my phone drop onto my chest.

“…Maybe I was.” The thought sat there longer than I liked. Because the more I turned it over, the less I could deny it. Maybe I was reacting too strongly. Maybe I was making it a bigger deal than it needed to be. But could you blame me? I stared up at the ceiling again, the faint glow of my phone still lighting the edges of my vision. It’s just… unfair

Unfair how easy it was for other people to be so open about it.So loud and so unapologetic. Like it didn’t cost them anything to exist like that and to be seen, to be obvious, to not have to second-guess every little thing. And it pissed me off more than it should’ve. Because I wasn’t like that. I didn’t care about what people thought. Never had. I said what I wanted, did what I wanted, and let everyone else deal with it after. That was how it worked.

So why did this feel different? Why did the idea of being that open  feel so… off?

I exhaled slowly, pressing the heel of my palm against my forehead. “Why am I even thinking of this…” I groaned.

A knock broke through the quiet. “Shoko,” Utahime called from the other side of the door. “Do you want to eat dinner outside?” I stared at the ceiling for a second longer, like if I didn’t move, she’d just… go away. “I’m busy with my papers,” I replied.

“I can hear you tossing and turning on your bed.”

I closed my eyes. Of course she could. I let out a quiet breath, dragging a hand over my face. “…You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re a bad liar.” she said

“…Go without me,” I muttered. “I’ll eat later.”

“Shoko.”

The way she said my name made something in my chest tighten. I pushed myself up from the bed. “Okay, okay,” I said, louder this time. “I’m coming. I’ll just change my shirt.”

“Take your time,” Utahime replied.

I pulled a random shirt from the hanger, not really paying attention to what it was, just needing something… to do something normal. Something that didn’t involve thinking too hard about why I got up so quickly just because she said my name. I slipped it on, adjusting the fabric absentmindedly before glancing at myself in the mirror.

Nothing different. Same face, same expression. Same everything.

Except—

I hesitated for a second.

Then shook my head.

“…It’s just dinner,” I muttered.

Nothing more.

The place we ended up in wasn’t anything special. Just some small restaurant tucked into the corner of a quiet street—dim lighting, a few scattered tables, the faint clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen. The kind of place you wouldn’t notice unless you were already looking for somewhere to sit down. Utahime had picked it. Of course she did. She always went for places like this—quiet, out of the way, easy to disappear into.

We sat across from each other, menus open but barely looked at. I skimmed through mine out of habit, not really reading anything.

“You’ve been on that page for a while,” Utahime said.

“I’m deciding.”

“You’re not.”

I glanced up at her. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

I clicked my tongue, flipping the page anyway just to prove a point. “You assume too much.”

“You hesitate too much.”

That made me pause. “…I do not.”

Utahime didn’t argue. She just looked at me for a second, like she didn’t need to. I looked back down at the menu. “…I’ll just get whatever,” I muttered.

“Of course you will.”

“Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She exhaled softly, almost amused.

The waiter came by not long after, and we ordered without much thought—something simple, something easy. The kind of choices that didn’t require too much attention. When he left, the silence settled again.  I tapped my fingers lightly against the table, then stopped when I realized I was doing it. Utahime noticed. She always did.

“So,” she said, folding her menu and setting it aside. “You abandoned your papers for this. Thanks.”

“I didn’t abandon them.”

“You did.”

“I postponed them.”

She raised a brow. “For dinner.”

“For food,” I corrected.

“With me.”

I paused.

“…Yeah.”

The word came out quieter than I meant it to. Utahime didn’t say anything right away. She just reached for the glass of water in front of her, taking a small sip like she was giving me time to take that answer back if I wanted to. I didn’t. Instead, I leaned back slightly, trying to ignore the way the moment stretched just a little longer than it should’ve. “…Don’t read into it,” I added.

“I wasn’t,” she said. “But you always think I am.”

I frowned faintly, looking away. Because that was the problem. She didn’t need to read into anything. Because she just… understood it anyway.

And sitting across from her like this—nothing special, nothing different, just dinner in some random place—it still didn’t feel as simple as I kept telling myself it was.

“…This place is nice,” I said, like that was a normal thing to say.

It came out a little flat, a little delayed, like I was only just realizing I should probably say something. Anything. The silence between us had started to feel too noticeable again, and I didn’t like how quickly my mind tried to fill it with thoughts I wasn’t interested in having right now.

Utahime glanced around briefly, taking in the small, dim restaurant like she was checking something only she could see.

“It is,” she said simply.

I nodded slowly, like that explained something. It didn’t.

It shouldn’t have mattered that she agreed. It was just a place. Just a table. Just dinner. But the way she said it made it feel like she’d already decided this was a good place to be, and I found myself wondering if that included me sitting across from her, or if I was just part of the background that came with it.

“You come here often?” I asked, before I could overthink the question too much.

“Sometimes.”

That answer fit her too well. Simple and controlled. Like she only ever revealed what was necessary, and even then only in pieces small enough to fit comfortably in a conversation without changing its shape too much.

I nodded again, slower this time, like I was trying to make sense of something I didn’t have all the information for. It still didn’t make sense. But nothing about her really needed to be explained out loud for her to understand it. That was the problem. Or maybe not the problem. I wasn’t sure anymore.

The food arrived not long after, breaking whatever thread of silence had started forming between us. Plates set down carefully, utensils clinking lightly against ceramic, the kind of normal noise that was supposed to make things easier. More grounded. More real. I stared at the food for a second too long before picking up my utensils. 

“…So,” I said finally, forcing my voice into something casual, something neutral. “What made you pick this place?”

It wasn’t a deep question. It shouldn’t have been. But I still found myself watching her a little more closely after I said it, like I was bracing for an answer I couldn’t predict.

“It’s quiet,” she said. 

That was it. That was it…?

Simple. No extra explanation offered or needed.

And somehow, that made it worse.

Because it wasn’t just about the restaurant. It never was with her. It was the way she chose things like this—quiet places, steady spaces, things that didn’t demand too much noise or performance. Things that felt intentional without ever needing to be announced.

I stared down at my plate, suddenly aware of how much louder my own thoughts felt compared to everything else.

“…Right,” I murmured, mostly to myself.

Of course she picked a place like this. Of course she always did things like that. There was always intention behind her choices, even when she made them look effortless. Even when she made them look like they didn’t mean anything more than what they were. And I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if I was one of those choices too.

I took a bite of food just to interrupt my own thoughts, focusing on chewing, on swallowing, on anything that kept me from following that line any further. Across from me, Utahime ate like nothing had shifted at all. Like I wasn’t sitting there thinking too much. 

Like she didn’t already know I was.

“Welcome to the school where the air smells like cursed energy, burnt ramen, and questionable decisions.”

1. RYOMEN SUKUNA — THE MENACE SENSEI

Titles: King of Curses, King of Drip (depending on who you ask), “Sensei pls.”

Role: Special Grade Sensei of Osaka Campus Aura: Ancient, terrifying, and somehow hotter when angry. Vibe: Violent dad energy mixed with feral cat who adopted four kids by accident.

Bio: Heian-era war crime turned modern-day professor. Teaches by throwing students into life-threatening scenarios “for growth.” Has favorite students (plural), has a murder list (also plural). Always beefing with Gojo. Obsessed with his own reflection AND the fact that his kids are geniuses.

BASIC LOOK INFO

Height: 195 cm (6'5") depending on how smug he stands. Original true form ofc has 215 cm (7ft)

Build: Tall, broad shoulders, deep chest, fighter’s musculature

Frame: Carved like a war deity; not bulky bodybuilder, more “precision muscle and predatory grace”

Posture: Perfect. Intimidating. Moves like a panther deciding who lives

Face shape: Sharp, regal, predatory — cheekbones crafted for intimidation

Eyes: Crimson with slit pupils when pissed; otherwise deep red, glowing faintly

Brows: Arched like they’re judging everyone

Hair:

White/silver

Slightly messy, effortlessly styled

Longer on top, tousled in the way that says “I didn't try but I look god-tier anyway”

Mouth: Sharp smile, fangs noticeable when amused or about to commit violence

Iconic linework tattoos:

Black ink, ritualistic geometry

Across arms, chest, abdomen, wrists, back

Lines along jaw and temples

Under certain lighting, the ink glows faintly with cursed energy

Looks ancient and lethal, like he's wearing the remnants of his Heian godhood

Appears when he activates high-level cursed energy or gets serious

Extra arms appear seamlessly from the torso, perfectly proportioned

Each hand moves with purpose — terrifyingly elegant

Pale but warm-toned

Smooth (because yes: hibiscus tea + skincare girlies win)

Always a faint scent of sandalwood, steel, and a hint of storm

Teacher Mode

Black or wine-red kimono-inspired tops

Dark pants, fitted

Fingerless gloves sometimes (don’t ask why, he likes the vibe)

Sometimes shirtless under a robe — students pretend they don’t notice

Combat Mode

Bare chest + traditional Heian wrap

Cursed armor-like patterns of energy glow over tattoos

Hair gets messier, eyes brighter, smile scarier

Off-Duty

Loose black tee

Joggers

No shoes (menace)

Tea cup in hand

Looks like a deadly roommate

AURA (ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT)

Feels like pressure before a storm

Heat + static + ancient divinity

When he’s calm: warm, hypnotic, regal

When he’s pissed: the air vibrates like something is about to explode

Animals either flee or follow him like low-level worshippers

PERSONALITY & HABITS

He keeps saying “I don’t care about the kids,” but if you insult even ONE of them he will materialize behind you like a Final Boss cutscene.

Always smells faintly like hibiscus tea + sandalwood + destruction.

Has favorite students but swears he doesn’t do favoritism. Lies.

Calls his job “babysitting the apocalypse four.”

Pretends he hates modern tech but uses Satori’s iPad to watch documentaries about ancient weaponry.

Speaks in 4 languages and insults in 12.

Loves observing people like they’re little ants in a terrarium.

Has an inside-voice. He just refuses to use it.

ABOUT HIS TEACHING STYLE

Assigns essays in cryptic haiku form (“If they’re confused, they’re learning.”)

Throws cursed objects at students and says “React.” That’s the whole lesson.

His office hours are open-door… except the door is half destroyed because he kicked it once.

If a student is not paying attention, he doesn’t yell—he silently appears behind them like a sleep paralysis demon.

Gives extra credit for creativity in battle (“Burn the curse with style next time.”)

Has a REAL soft spot for students who push past their limits. He calls it “potential.” Uraume calls it “heart attack material.”

RELATIONSHIPS

SATORI

Calls her “my prodigy” like it’s a title. It basically is.

If Gojo hugs her, he will start a turf war.

When Satori teaches freshmen, he sits in the back like a proud lion king.

KOA

“Fiery brat.”

Secretly respects him A LOT. Loves when he stands up to stronger curses without fear.

RYÚ

Softest spot.

Sukuna pretends it’s because “dragons amuse me.” Actually wants to bubble-wrap him.

TATSUMI

Calls him “Muscles.”

Uses him as an example of proper discipline every 5 minutes.

URAUME

Work spouse energy.

They bicker like old gods but they’re a terrifying duo.

COMBAT & POWER QUIRKS

Cracks his neck before fighting and it echoes like thunder.

Has different smiles depending on how much he plans to ruin your existence.

Uses his four arms only when he’s “being dramatic” (his words).

Once sliced a curse so cleanly it took 30 seconds to realize it was dead.

Loves watching his students activate new stages of their aura. Will literally hum like a proud parent.

DOMESTIC CHAOS LORE

Drinks hibiscus tea daily because Satori told him it’s good for skin. Now he’s addicted.

HATES socks. Walks around barefoot like a menace.

Loves spicy food but gets annoyed when his tongue burns (“I refuse to admit weakness.”)

Snaps chopsticks with one hand when annoyed.

Sleeps with one eye open. Literally.

Has a collection of cursed cooking knives because knives are “relaxing.”

FUN FACTS

If a student cries, he freezes like a cat seeing a cucumber. “What— why— STOP leaking.”

His laugh has levels:

“hehe” = someone’s about to die

“hmph” = secretly proud

full laugh = you’re screwed

If he compliments you, he will follow up with an insult to cancel it out.

Pets respond to him very well. Too well. Stray dogs FOLLOW him.

He once held a baby curse like it was a puppy. Uraume nearly fainted.

Freshmen say his aura smells like “violence and expensive cologne.”

Has a tiny scar on his lip from a ramen incident. He denies this.

MORE DEEP LORE

Discovered modern skincare and now secretly owns expensive serums.

Hates winter because his tattoos get cold.

The school nurse banned him after he tried to “self-stitch” in the hallway.

Has a notebook with quotes he likes. Won’t admit he writes poetry.

Loves thunderstorms — stands outside like he’s summoning gods.

Once told Satori: “You were born a star. Make them burn to look at you.”

2. KOA KUROMI — “THE HUMAN WILDFIRE”

Role: Third-Year | Pyrokinesis Aura: Hot, literally and spiritually. Vibe: Explosion with feelings.

Bio: KOA is that kid who shows up to class smelling like smoke and “don’t ask why.” His cursed technique is pure, unfiltered fire — the kind that would require a license in any sane country. Big brother energy, will roast you AND shield you from bullets in the same five minutes.

BASIC LOOK INFO

Height: 183–185 cm Build: Lean, athletic, fire dancer physique Hair: Black with ember-red or copper streaks at the tips, messy spikes Eyes: Amber-gold with a glow when riled up Skin: Warm-toned, slightly sun-kissed Face: Sharp jawline, confident eyebrows, full lips Voice: Low, slightly raspy, warm like smoke after a blaze Distinguishing features:

Hands often warm to the touch

Scent of smoldering wood + spice

A tiny burn scar on his right wrist from training as a kid

Fireproof earrings (custom-made by Uraume)

His shadow sometimes flickers like flame

STUDENT MODE

Osaka uniform slightly modified (rolled sleeves, undone top button)

Fire-resistant gloves clipped to his belt

Sneakers that look half melted

Smells like smoke + citrus body spray

Carries a lighter even though he doesn’t need one

Backpack full of snacks and bandages (he doesn’t explain)

COMBAT MODE

(aka: when he goes full wildfire deity)

Shirt off or burned off — depends on how quickly the fight escalated

Hair glows ember-red, tips crackling

Eyes become molten gold

Flame aura wraps around his arms like living serpents

Temperature spikes around him by 10–20°C

Steps leave brief scorched footprints

Emits sparks when emotionally charged

Close-range attacks feel like being punched by a miniature sun

OFF-DUTY

(soft boy hours)

Loose sweatpants

Hoodie that smells like cinnamon + smoke

Hair tied up badly

Eats spicy ramen straight from the pot

Glasses??? YES. Reading glasses. Secret weakness.

Loves bonfires; sits with blanket and instant cocoa

Warmest person to hug (literally heated boyfriend energy)

AURA (ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT)

Feels like standing too close to a campfire

Warm, protective, but unpredictable

When calm: soft heat, cozy light, safe like a hearth

When angry: crackling flames, pressure, sweat on your neck

When fighting: BLAZING INFERNO — air distorts, ground cracks

Animals treat him like a walking sunbeam

Small flames appear around him when he’s emotional

PERSONALITY & HABITS

Fiery temper but a HUGE heart

Loyal as hell

Will fight anyone who insults his friends

Taunts enemies during battle like it’s a sport

Acts tough but melts when praised

Secretly loves physical affection

Stims by flicking a flame between his fingers

Hates the cold, sleeps under three blankets

Collects cool lighters (Satori stole one once)

Says “it wasn’t me” when something burns — it was always him

RELATIONSHIPS

SATORI

– Bestie energy – Big brother vibes mixed with “please don’t do crazy shit… okay do it I’ll support you” – They spar A LOT and it looks like a fireworks show – Koa protects her like he was born for it – Gets jealous if Gojo praises her too much

RYÚ

– Ryū’s unofficial bodyguard – Carries him around without being asked – Shuts down Ryū’s anxiety with “hey, you got this”

TATSUMI

– Calls him “Muscle Mountain” – They pretend to hate each other but train together daily – Tatsumi is the only one who can grab Koa mid-rage and stop him

SUKUNA

– CONSTANTLY bickering – Calls him “old man and dad” ONCE and almost died – Sukuna respects his fire more than he’ll admit – Koa secretly admires him and hates that he does

URAUME

– Low-key scared of them – Always apologizing for “accidental” scorch marks – They give him ice packs and he never complains

COMBAT & POWER QUIRKS

Specializes in Ignition Burst, Dragonflame Palm, and Inferno Breath

Can control heat to micro-degree precision

Immune to his own flames

Burns hotter when emotional

Learns new fire forms unusually fast

His Domain (if awakened) would be a molten battlefield

Leaves glowing embers in his footprints when using 80%+ of his power

Flames react to music (yes—he once danced while fighting)

DOMESTIC CHAOS LORE

Burns food CONSTANTLY

Kitchen banned him after he set pot noodles ablaze

Likes warming Satori’s hands in winter (“your fingers are ice cubes” energy)

Ryū uses him as a space heater

Tatsumi once dumped a bucket of water on him → instant steam cloud

Can melt snow on contact

Loves sleeping with heated blankets even though HE IS ONE

Has a soft spot for stray cats; they nap in his lap because he’s warm

FUN FACTS

Can light a cigarette just by glaring at it

When embarrassed, his ears glow red — literally

HATES rain (steam moment)

Once sneezed and caused a three-alarm fire

Listens to rock + city pop

Always smells like spice, smoke, and a hint of citrus shampoo

His hair crackles softly when he’s excited

He loves sunsets because they look like him

Sleeps like a starfish, somehow kicks blankets off

Freshmen think he’s the coolest senpai alive

MORE DEEP LORE

As a kid, he couldn’t control his flames and accidentally scorched part of his home

Trained by an old mentor who told him “Fire doesn’t destroy. It transforms.”

Secretly terrified of losing control again — that’s why he trains so hard

Wants to become a sensei one day

Sukuna sees enormous potential in him and pushes him like crazy

His cursed technique might evolve into blue flame level or even starfire-grade heat

Has a dormant ability called Solar Heart Ignition he hasn’t unlocked yet

Deep inside, Koa fears hurting the people he loves — so he burns brightest to protect them

3. RYŪ ASHWANI — “BEASTMASTER DISASTER BOY”

Role: Third-Year | Mythical Beast Summoner Aura: Cinnamon roll but dangerous Vibe: D&D nerd possessed by a dragon.

Bio: RYÚ can summon mythical beasts: dragons, phoenixes, celestial creatures—whatever your therapist warned you about. He's sweet, talkative, and somehow always nearly dying. Universe’s favorite chew toy, but refuses to stay down. His beasts adore him more than he believes.

Fun facts: – Accidentally summoned a basilisk in the school hallway once. Chaos ensued. – He’s everyone’s emotional support kid. – “Disaster magnet” is a medical diagnosis in Osaka.

BASIC LOOK INFO

Height: 174–176 cm Build: Lean, flexible, agile Face: Sweet, soft-eyed, deceptively angelic Eyes: Golden-brown with warm green flecks — glow when he summons Hair: – Wavy, dark brown/black – Longer in the back – Often messy because giant beasts lick/pat him

Markings/Tells: – Tiny claw/horn scratches on arms and shoulders – Smells faintly like woodsmoke and herbs – Often seen with beast feathers or scales stuck to clothes

Vibe: Looks like a gentle druid. Actually a walking catastrophe.

STUDENT MODE

Osaka uniform worn neatly until he gets tackled by a summon

Satchel instead of backpack

Little charms made from beast feathers

Notebook FULL of doodles of creatures

Trainers (bless him, he needs traction from running for his life)

Usually carrying a tea thermos Satori gave him

COMBAT MODE

Fingerless gloves for sigil activation

Sleeveless hoodie (freedom of movement)

Summoning circles glowing around hands

Beasts orbiting him like guardians

Eyes bright amber, swirling with cursed energy

Ground trembles when his stronger summons appear

Looks fragile—but summons behind him look ancient and terrifying

OFF-DUTY MODE

Oversized sweaters

Sweatpants

Soft beanie

Slippers shaped like dragons

Always cuddling some summon in mini form

Snacks everywhere

Hair pushed back by a headband because he “needs to see the beasts better”

AURA (ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT)

Ryū’s aura is mythic, warm, and alive.

Feels like:

Forest wind at dawn

Quiet heartbeat of a sleeping dragon

Soft magic + ancient breath

Gentle, comforting warmth

Shifts depending on beasts:

Dragons: booming heat, pressure, ancient pulse

Birds/Phoenix types: glowing warmth and feathers falling

Canine/feline types: playful sparks and vibrations

Mythical entities: reality slightly distort, like a dream

PERSONALITY & HABITS

Sweetest kid in the squad

Always polite until you hurt someone he loves

Terrified 50% of the time, brave 100% of the time

Trips over air

Stutters when excited

Loves learning, takes notes seriously

Unintentionally funny

Gives his summons dramatic names like “Lord Flufferton”

Bonds with creatures faster than with humans

Cries at animal documentaries

Anxiety gremlin but powerful cinnamon roll

RELATIONSHIPS

KOA

Big brother relationship

Koa drags him away from danger constantly

Ryū calms Koa’s fire with soft presence

TATSUMI

Shoulder ride privileges

Tatsumi helps him train physically

Ryū cheers like he’s at a sports event

SATORI

His anchor

She protects him like family

He tells her everything

She hugs him the best

SUKUNA

Sukuna’s secret favorite

“Why does he get special treatment?” “Because his beasts amuse me.” (translation: because he is precious)

Sukuna would casually murder anyone who makes Ryū cry

URAUME

Surprisingly soft with him

Helps heal summon wounds

Gives him cold packs when he panics

COMBAT & POWER QUIRKS

Summons beings from ancient myth, legend, and folklore

Has up to 12 active sigils on his back and arms

Strongest summons:

Aetherion (celestial dragon)

Solwing (phoenix)

Fangbeast (cerberus-like)

Can fuse his aura with beasts for temporary hybrid forms

Can ride his dragon summons

Will pass out afterward but does it anyway

Summon range depends on emotional regulation

Gets nosebleeds from overuse

Summons protect him automatically if he flinches

DOMESTIC CHAOS LORE

Summons eat his homework

His room is a zoo

Tatsumi has to baby-proof the dorm for him

Satori and Koa hide sharp objects before they let him cook

Drinks tea like an old man

Runs on pure anxiety and carbs

Has a plushie collection gifted by beasts

Summons follow him during grocery shopping

Cats LOVE him. Dogs WORSHIP him.

FUN FACTS

Laughs like a squeaky toy

Trips in front of cute girls

Can sleep anywhere — lap of a dragon included

Writes poetry about his beasts

Once accidentally summoned a basilisk during PE

Can’t handle spicy food. Koa finds this hilarious.

Ryū talks to animals like they’re people

Has a baby photo with a phoenix egg

Always trying to heal injured animals on the street

MORE DEEP LORE

Descendant of an ancient summoner clan nearly wiped out

His power awakened at age 8 during a panic attack

Summons view him as their “Chosen Voice”

Has potential for a Domain Expansion: MYTHIC MENAGERIE — an entire plane of ancient beasts

Sukuna once told him: “Your fear is not weakness. It is instinct. Learn to ride it.”

His strongest dragon only appears when Ryū’s will is pure

Ryū’s heart is literally stronger than his cursed energy amount

His summons can sense when he’s sad — they crowd him instantly

There are whispers he is connected to a forgotten divine creature

4. TATSUMI KATSUO — “HEAVENLY RESTRICTION GYM MODEL”

Role: Third-Year | Heavenly Restriction Aura: Protein shake + divine punishment Vibe: Stoic himbo with lethal hands

Bio: Muscle definition sculpted by the gods. TATSUMI has the strength, speed, and durability of someone who skipped the “human limits” tutorial. Quiet, scary, but soft inside. Has no idea people find him attractive. Follows safety rules. No one else at Osaka does.

BASIC LOOK INFO

Height: 186–189 cm Build: Sculpted, powerful, MMA fighter + Greek statue Face: Calm, sharp jawline, soft but focused eyes Eyes: Deep steel-grey — intense in battle, gentle otherwise Hair: – Dark ash brown – Short, pushed back or slightly messy – A few rebellious strands fall during training

Defining Features: – Veins visible when he activates strength – Scar across left shoulder (curse attack at 13) – Calloused hands from endless training – Walks with perfect posture like a disciplined soldier

Vibe: Looks terrifying from afar, turns out to be a polite giant who blushes. Toji Fushiguro + Maki Zenin 3.0

STUDENT MODE

Wears Osaka uniform properly (the only one who does)

Tie straight, sleeves rolled only when training

Often carrying textbooks and protein bars

Backpack organized like a military arsenal

Drinks 2L water bottle religiously

Smells faintly of soap, sweat, and cedar

COMBAT MODE

Fingerless gloves

Sleeveless compression top

Reinforced martial-arts pants

Muscles flexing like steel cables

Eyes narrow sharply, breath steady

Zero wasted motion — every strike is intentional

When he goes Heavenly Restriction: Stage Three, the wind distorts

Ground cracks under his footwork

OFF-DUTY MODE

Sweatpants

Oversized hoodie (usually black or grey)

Hair slightly damp from post-training shower

Walks around quietly like a big housecat

Carries Ryū on shoulders casually

Eats whole meals in three bites

Loves lounging with blanket and tea

Watches documentaries — secretly loves nature ones

AURA (ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT)

Tatsumi’s aura is calm, grounded power.

Feels like:

Standing next to a mountain

Quiet, solid strength

Unshakable presence

Warm pressure that makes you feel safe

Heavy air when he’s serious — like gravity thickened

His aura spikes in stages, clean and controlled

Stage Breakdown (Aura Perspective):

Stage One: stable, calm heartbeat

Stage Two: air gets heavy, wind pulls toward him

Stage Three: vibrations through floor, terrifying compression

Prime Mode: reality feels like it’s holding its breath

PERSONALITY & HABITS

Man of few words

Slow thinker but deep thinker

Fears failing his friends more than death

Treats everyone with respect

Will block a hit for anyone without hesitation

Calm until someone hurts his squad — then he’s a beast

Socially awkward but extremely kind

Takes training almost religiously

Laughs VERY quietly, but when he does it’s adorable

Loves animals more than people

Very gentle with fragile things (including Ryū)

RELATIONSHIPS

SATORI

Respects her deepest

Follows her suggestions in battle without question

“She is… bright.” (his version of a compliment)

KOA

Training partner / best bro

They spar until something breaks

Mutual respect: fire meets steel

RYÚ

Baby brother energy

Carries him bridal-style when needed

Protects him fiercely

Gives him snacks and checks if he’s eaten

Lets Ryū braid his hair sometimes

SUKUNA

Sukuna LOVES him

“Disciplined. Silent. Efficient.”

Tatsumi is the only one Sukuna never insults

Sukuna tests him constantly because he sees insane potential

URAUME

Approves of his discipline

He bows politely, Uraume secretly likes it

Gives him extra bandages because he tears them during training

COMBAT & POWER QUIRKS

Heavenly Restriction = zero cursed energy, MAX physical stats

Strength far beyond human limits

Can break solid concrete with a flick

Speed so high he appears blurred

Reaction time lightning fast

Resistant to pain and blunt trauma

Martial arts mastery:

Muay Thai

Karate

Judo

Weapon improvisation

Fights curses bare-handed like a legend

His punches BOOM like explosions

Can lift Koa + Ryū simultaneously with one arm

When concentrating fully, his eyes sharpen like a predator

DOMESTIC CHAOS LORE

Broke 3 doorknobs this semester

Lifts furniture “to clean under it”

Eats like a starving lion

Makes perfect omelets

Satori banned him from picking up kitchen knives ("you’re too strong, Hercules")

Katsuo once tried to pet a stray dog → dog fell in love with him instantly

Walks silently despite being huge — scares everyone

Sleeps like a log, can’t be moved

FUN FACTS

Once broke a pencil by thinking too hard

His eyelashes are stupidly long (Ryū is jealous)

Has the softest smile but rarely shows it

Can’t flirt to save his life

Voice drops when he’s serious

Blushes easily but hides it

A little dyslexic — Satori helps him with notes

He gets called “Gym Model” because he looks like one

Eats spicy food better than Koa (Koa hates this)

MORE DEEP LORE

Born with Heavenly Restriction; nearly died as a baby

Family feared him at first — his strength awakened at age 4

Found peace in martial arts training

Became spiritually attuned despite no cursed energy

Will eventually master a technique similar to Toji’s silent killer style

Sukuna sees him as a potential “monster of discipline”

His final stage (Prime Restriction) can rival Special Grade threats

Deepest fear: losing control and hurting someone he loves

Secretly writes training journals to track emotions

Has a protective instinct coded into his bones

Will be one of the strongest physical fighters of his generation

5. SATORI KIM — “THE GOLDEN PRODIGY”

Role: Third-Year | Light/Shadow Craft + Domain: Oblivion Halo Aura: Divine menace Vibe: Did not work from nothing, but work from everything she has.

Bio: SATORI is the prodigy of Osaka: brilliant, terrifying, soft-hearted, sarcastic, and everyone’s older sister. Has one brain cell until battle mode activates and then she’s a quantum computer. Balances students, siblings, cursed techniques, and the fact that both Sukuna and the multiverse are obsessed with her.

BASIC LOOK INFO

Height: 174 cm (5'8”) Build: Slim, fit, agile, deceptively strong Face: Sharp, pretty, intimidating when she squints Eyes: Strormy-grey piercing, glow softly when using CT Hair: – Wild honey (or capuccino brown) with subtle golden undertones – Usually loose or with beanie

Notable Features: – Shadow edges around her when she’s annoyed – Has a faint halo-like shine in photos (students think it’s funny)

Vibe: Looks like an archangel disguised as a tired honor student.

STUDENT MODE

Osaka uniform with gold-tinted pins

Always has her golden sword strapped at her back

Coffee or tea in hand

Freshman babies following her like ducklings

Notes are color-coded, lethal, and smart as hell

Sits by the window, hoodie over head, pretending she’s not watching everything

COMBAT MODE

Sword glows bright gold when fully awakened

Hair lifts as aura intensifies

Shadows circle around her legs like black smoke

Her eyes shift to pure burning gold

Steps leave trails of starlight

When she enters Oblivion Halo, everything goes silent

OFF-DUTY MODE

Hoodie + shorts + lazy pout

Slides into Sukuna’s office without knocking

Drinks ramen broth straight from the cup

Watches TikToks on low volume

Sleeps with siblings’ plushies

Hair tied up with a random scrunchie

Looks like she could fight or nap at any moment

AURA (ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT)

Satori’s aura is celestial, divine, and dangerous.

Feels like:

Starlight on skin

Warm glow at dawn

Electric mystery

Pressure of something too big for the human world

Two-layer aura:

Light Aura

Warm, uplifting, fierce

Sparks like mini suns

Heals, shields, empowers

Shadow Aura

Cold, silent, razor-sharp

Moves like living ink

Cuts reality itself

When combined, she becomes “Oblivion Star Mode.”

PERSONALITY & HABITS

Smart girl energy

Sarcastic but caring

Mother hen to freshmen

Big sister to entire Osaka campus

Can lecture AND insult AND love you simultaneously

Does everything with excellence

Hides exhaustion behind humor

Gives good advice and terrible ideas

Gets annoyed easily but forgives quickly

High tolerance for chaos (because she raised Koa, Ryū, Tatsumi by force)

RELATIONSHIPS

SUKUNA

His golden prodigy

Constant tension

He stands behind her during lessons looking proud as hell

Protective in a way he refuses to explain

She calls him out when he’s dramatic

KOA

Best friend banter duo

Fire & Light synergy

She holds him back from punching everything

He warms her hands in winter

RYÚ

Baby brother energy

She comforts him after summoning overload

Makes him tea

Braids his hair sometimes

Fiercely protective of his soft heart

TATSUMI

Her tank

She strategizes, he executes

They train together

They share mutual respect

URAUME

Surprisingly supportive of her

Teaches her old ritual techniques

Uraume secretly admires her discipline

COMBAT & POWER QUIRKS

Light beams that slice curses apart

Shadow traps that immobilize enemies

Can switch between speed and defense instantly

Her golden sword reacts to her emotions

Sword grows in power each year

Cursed Technique Reversal = Dark Star Healing

Can blind, freeze, or overwhelm curses with light

Uses shadows as stepping platforms

Domain: Oblivion Halo — everything inside becomes light & void

Within her domain:

Opponents lose orientation

She becomes an angelic silhouette

Shadows strike like vipers

Light burns curses into nothingness

DOMESTIC CHAOS LORE

Loves instant ramen too much

Sleeps through alarms

Gives freshmen snacks because they forget to eat

Sukuna picks her up like a cat when she’s being stubborn

Her sword occupies 50% of her bed

Satori collecting stray cats on campus

Takes aesthetic notes during boring meetings

Always cold, steals Tatsumi’s hoodie or Koa’s jacket

Has a dramatic sigh that the whole Osaka campus recognizes

FUN FACTS

Smells like Carolina Herrera + starlight

Has perfect eyeliner even in combat

Makes Ryū laugh until he falls over

Fire alarms go off when she cooks

Can read super fast

Students think her sword is possessed (it lowkey is)

Likes sparkly things

Once made Sukuna blush—she will never let that go

Random bursts of genius during midnight snacks

MORE DEEP LORE

Her golden sword was once a normal cursed tool — awakened by her aura

Sword “recognizes” her, refuses to be touched by others

Has both light lineage (celestial inheritance) and shadow mutation

Domain chant is legendary (no spoilers yet)

Sukuna believes she is surpassing Okkotsu Yuta and Hakari Kenji one day.

When she activates full power, even curses go silent

Satori’s existence bends the balance between light, shadow, and the human heart

She is fated for something cosmic

6. URAUME — “THE FROSTBITE SECRETARY”

Role: Deputy Sensei | Logistics & Damage Control Aura: Elegant glacier Vibe: Secretary of a war god with zero patience

Bio: URAUME handles mission reports, students’ medical bills, Sukuna’s temper, and Gojo’s nonsense. They cook, fight, patch up wounds, and glare holes into anyone who breathes wrong. Icy personality, secretly adores the Osaka kids, would kill for them (and has).

Fun facts: – Only person besides Satori allowed to yell at Sukuna. – Has a binder called “INCIDENTS CAUSED BY RYŪ + TATSUMI.” It's thick. – Ice techniques strong enough to freeze curses mid-scream.

OSAKA CAMPUS — “WHERE GOD THREW HIS STRONGEST CHILDREN”

Location: Osaka, Japan Vibe: Chaotic, loud, full of geniuses and problems.

About: Osaka Campus was made to train high-risk, high-talent sorcerers. In reality? It became Sukuna’s daycare. Students learn advanced cursed techniques, domain manipulation, and how to dodge surprise attacks during lunch.

Buildings are reinforced with special-grade barriers. Does it help? Absolutely not.

Fun features: – Rooftop Aura Training sessions that look illegal. – Ramen shop open 24/7 (Ujo’s Noodles). – School cat that may or may not be a small curse. – Stadium-level training rooms because normal gyms kept exploding.

You were terrible at math. You had to take six math classes in high school just to pass two, and the two you managed to pass had both been senior year. The relief you had felt after the panic of not knowing whether you would be able to graduate with your class felt like heaven. You swore that you’d never take a math class again.

Unfortunately, you loved learning, and you were actually pretty intelligent. Which is why you were currently at college studying psychology. It’s not technically useful - at least not until you get to the higher degrees, but you fell into the cliché of taking it to better understand yourself and the people around you, and you’d happily take any class that you were offered… except, of course, math.

Somehow it didn’t occur to you that you would need to pass two math classes to earn your associates degree. This realization, and the fact that you didn’t get any better at it over the summer is precisely what has led you to the library on a Tuesday afternoon to meet the tutor that your professor recommended.

You sighed. You didn’t know the guy, but you did know that nobody had ever taught the subject in a way that you were able to understand it, so you didn’t have high hopes when your tutor walked up to you… well, you didn’t have high hopes of learning math, anyway.

“Y/N?” He asked, no real emotion on his face… his gorgeous, perfect face. This man was built. The black compression shirt highlighting every muscle on his torso, the low slung grey sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to deter your brain from jumping straight into the nearest gutter. Surely this man was an athlete… not a math genius… right?

“Oh. Uh, yes… yeah…” your voice was small. You couldn’t believe that the god in front of you was your tutor. “You must be Toji?” Your mouth was dry. You closed your eyes and shook your head trying to clear your brain.

He sat across from you. “What exactly are you struggling with?”

“Math.” you said, then closed your eyes again, putting your hand on your face. “Idiot.” you whispered to yourself. Then, “You knew that. Sorry, I’m a bit out of my depth here.” You looked at him. One corner of his mouth had quirked up into a small, lopsided grin, pulling your focus to a small scar. “I’m actually just terrible at the subject altogether.” You finished quickly.

“You’re terrible at being nonchalant, too, from the look of it.” he said drily.

You laughed. “I’m an open book, I can’t help it. To be fair, though, who expects their tutor to look like, well… like you?”

That earned you a laugh in return “Fair enough. Why don’t you tell me about your strengths and weaknesses, and we will go from there?”

“Well,” you responded, thinking, “I was fine at basic math, but then they decided to add the alphabet, and I got lost. I’m a bit better at geometry than algebra, I’m actually pretty okay with square roots… but everything else is just nonsense to me.” you sighed. “I actually enjoy school, I love learning. Science, writing, history… I’m good at those… but the moment that math comes into it, it’s like my brain just… goes static.” you frowned. “It makes me feel like a complete moron.”

“You’re not a moron.” He said. “You’re in my comparative world religions class. You’re really smart, actually.”

You blushed, then, realizing that Toji knew who you were before today. “Thanks, that’s kind of you to say.

You looked at each other for a long minute before Toji spoke. “Okay, let’s set up a schedule of when to meet, and see if we can get you to where you need to be. The main problem with math is that everyone teaches it differently, and everyone learns it differently. Which means that it’s mostly a matter of figuring out how you learn best and going from there.

—-

Three weeks had passed of you and Toji meeting three days per week, and you were finally starting to grasp some of the concepts that he had been trying to teach you. It was hard won, even when you weren’t with Toji you were trying to figure it out, as you had never been one to give up. Your grades were getting better, and your professor had noticed. You still hated math, but at least you were understanding more of it.

It was Saturday. Your phone chimed with the sound that you had set specifically for Toji’s messages, and you looked at your phone that sat face down on the desk. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. You picked up your phone and checked the calendar, making sure that it really was Saturday. Your Toji schedule was Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and this was the first time that he had texted on an off day. Not that you minded, of course. You opened the message, half expecting for something to be wrong.

You blinked, re-reading his messages three times before answering.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush hot

—-

At 6:50, you were in the living room sitting on the couch. You were nervous. You liked Toji - a lot, but he hadn’t given you any indication that the feeling was mutual until today. You were walking to the bathroom to make sure that you still looked good, again, when there was a knock on your door. You turned around, walked over, and opened it.

Toji was standing there, blushing, with a bouquet of roses and sunflowers. You gasped. You didn’t remember telling him that they were your favorite flowers, but you figured that you must have. You smiled, and from the look on his face, you’d think that you were a goddess.

“Toji! They’re beautiful! Please, come in, let me find a vase to put them in.” You said.

“You look beautiful.” He said, not moving from where he stood.

You blushed, took the flowers from his hands, and led him into your apartment. “Thank you, that’s sweet.” You answered while reaching under the kitchen sink for your grandmother's crystal vase. You set the flowers up on the counter, and turned to look at Toji.

“You have a nice place.” He said. “Cozy.”

“Yeah, it’s small, but it’s just me, and I don’t need too much space. I make do.” You two stood quietly for a moment.

“Shall, uh.. We go, then?” Toji asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh! Of course.” you said, following him out into the night.

Toji opened the passenger door for you, before getting into his seat and starting the car. You sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say, but he spoke first.

“Thank you for agreeing to come out with me tonight… I wasn’t sure that you would.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in earnest confusion. “I thought that it was pretty obvious that I like you…”

“I mean,” he sighed, “Yes and no? I thought you might, but also, I thought you might just be being nice or something.”

“But, the day we met… you noticed how I looked at you, you made a joke about it.”

“Yeah, but being attracted to someone isn’t the same as liking them.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s definitely true, I know plenty of attractive men that I wouldn’t touch if you paid me to.” You laughed.

“Fair enough.” He responded.

“I didn’t think you liked me back, though… you always seem so focused on the actual tutoring. When I saw that you texted me today, I was so confused.” you admitted.

He looked at you with so much confusion that it made you pause. “How could I possibly not like you? I’ve been trying to come up with an excuse to talk to you for months. When I heard that I would be tutoring you, I swore that I was going to die.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “I mean, you’re beautiful, but you’re also so intelligent. You always have great discourse with the professor in religions class… you’re always making me think in new ways. Plus, now I know how kind and funny you are, I had to just suck it up and say something. I was over the moon when you said yes!”