#rumi.writes

ᥫ᭡— ejin who knew his line of work is dangerous. between making sure that rudo is safe, doing jobs for the Cleaners, hiring and recruiting, and just being him. but he was yours at the end of the day. he truly loved coming to see you anytime he could, bring

ᥫ᭡— enjin who's just so big. big hands, long-limbed. no matter how tall you are, how big you think you are, he's curling around you and holding you because at the end of the day all he wants is to feel safe around you. he loves leaning down and holding you, it settles him after a dangerous mission. he doesn't want to lose you. ever.

ᥫ᭡— enjin who loves kissing your lip gloss off. something about knowing that you spent time getting all dolled up just for him ᥫ᭡— enjin who knows how strong you are, after all the both of you are cleaners, but every time that you go off to a mission or help on a dangerous cleanup, he can't help but skip a beat. something about you going off into such dangerous situations made him nervous. he's never felt like this before and he plays it off every time you come back to him. but you know. he holds you a little closer whenever you come back.

ᥫ᭡— enjin who loves watching you do your hair. it's kinda hard to find products that could work for your hair type and you've debated on cutting them all off and rocking something short like semiu, but enjin loves your hair. he loves seeing it in all the different styles and even though he'd be sad, he'd find every product to help you and make sure you were in love with your hair at all times.

ᥫ᭡— enjin who always has something witty and playful to say. it doesn't matter when or where he's pulling out of, it never fails to make you laugh. he loves hearing you laugh, even if it's at his own expense.

ᥫ᭡— enjin who tries to learn everything about you and your culture. he wants you to be as open and comfortable as possible so he looks up whatever he can find. he might get it wrong occasionally but he's never afraid to learn and help out in whatever way you'll allow him to.

ᥫ᭡— enjin who loves you. entirely. wholely. he would do anything for you. he knew that. you knew that.

bonus!

"ow- fuck jin you're hurting my hair"

"well it's not my fault your hair shrinks if it's not constantly wet!"

"that's not how shrinka- you know what just give me the brush"

you grab the brush away from the man's hands, watching as his face falls and turns into a pout right in front of you. he loved helping you with your hair, it was one of the things that brought the two of you closer together, but now it felt like his greatest joy was being ripped from him.

"doll, who's gonna help you do your hair if i don't"

"i'll do it myself." you were tenderheaded and the thought of enjin pulling and prodding at your hair and longer had your scalp burning and throbbing in pain.

"but this is my favorite thing to help you with" enjin's pout grows deeper, his eyes widening in those puppy dog eyes that he knows will work.

"you're so— fine but be GENTLE." you say, handing him back the brush slowly.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU." his lips cover your face, scattering them into your skin.

"mhmmm." you say, small smile gracing your face.

step. step. step. you felt like your steps were much louder than they needed to be. all of this because you heard a noise, it kinda felt silly now. walking around in the dark for something that might not even be there. you feel your body slowly relax, your grip on the bat loosening with each passing step.

"you know, if i was someone with nefarious purposes, you'd be dead already."

arkha. you felt a jolt of fear. you don't know how he does it, sneaking into and out of buildings like that.

"you big lug of meat, you scared the fuck outta me"

arkha laughed, low and deep. it was so fun to scare you, watching you walk around, thinking that someone was there to harm you. not that he would ever let that happen.

"did ya miss me babe? cause I missed you." warm arms circled your waist, caging you into a hug.

you hated when your boyfriend did it. his line of work always made him really sneaky, and in turn, that caused him to discover his new favourite hobby... scaring you. and this time was no different.

"doesn't matter if i missed you if I'm dead and I can't experience it"

fair point.

"m'sorry baby. didn't mean to spook ya. just wanted see what you did."

you roll your eyes, turning around to look at your boyfriend's face. same soft eyes, same full lips. reaching up to trace the features of your boyfriend's face. arkha leans into your touch, relishing the warmth that you always provide him. you loved moments like this, in the peace that he offered.

"i'm really sorry you know," arkha whispers, kissing the palm of your hand."

"i know baby, i know."

Meguru

It wasn’t fun anymore. Meguru was always a free-spirited person, someone that hated rules and regulations. You were becoming stifling, like a shirt that was slowly suffocating him to death. He couldn’t do it anymore. This wasn’t love, this was a slow death, suffocating him slowly. It was a slow knife, digging and twisting deeper into his heart. 

“(Y/N). We need to talk” The words came out in a rush, stumbling and cracking in some places. He just wanted this to be over... right? But the look on your face said something different. It was like the life was sucked out of you, leaving you soulless. Did he cause this? He didn't like the look on your face. Your eyes were blank, your face expressionless. One of the things that he loved about you the most was the way he could always tell what you were thinking and feeling. But now? Nothing. Even how he explained how the breakup wasn't anything you did but rather himself, it was nothing... right?

A relationship was supposed to be fun! This wasn't fun anymore.

Reo 

You were another person who left. I mean you were still there physically but the click wasn't. You wanted to leave, Reo could feel it. Why wouldn't you leave? Everyone else did. Everyone always leaves him, abandons him and treats him like he is nothing. So it would have been better if he had gotten to break up with you before you could do it to him. That's the reasoning he has.

"OH MY GOSH BABE YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY-" you exclaimed. Your new job at the cat cafe had so many good moments that you wanted to share with your life since you don't really see your boyfriend often. But today he seemed...off. The usual hug and kiss he gives you wasn't there and he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "(Y/N) we need to talk." Reo's voice was low and serious.

"Sure babe, what's up"

"We need to break up."

It was like your whole world stopped. You couldn't breathe and it was like the world was trying to close in on you. You couldn't believe it.

"What." You hated how high and squeaky your voice sounded.

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

Reo thought this was the right thing to do... right? But looking at you and the unshed tear in your eyes, and the way your hands shake, he wishes that he could take every word that he said back. But he couldn't. He needed this, he needed to break up with you, he needed to end this. Before you could.

Sae 

He could feel it. Every time he looked at you, the spark wasn’t there. It was a light, a certain halo that comes with it. But now, now? It was dim. The sun wasn’t shining, and the grass wasn’t greener. It was just there. It wasn’t new or exciting anymore. It was bland. It was like a snow-covered forest, ice and snow closing in and freezing over the entire relationship.

"We need to break up." You say definitively. You had been thinking about it for the last month, knowing that the relationship wouldn't be able to last. It was hurting you both. The late nights, the dry texting and the dry calling. It couldn't last.

"Okay." No reaction, no shock or suprise. It was always like this. It seemed like that he truly did not care.

"Is that it? Are you not going to fight for this?" You say, anger lacing your voice.

"What do you want me to do (Y/N)? You seem like you already made up your mind and I can't do anything about that."

It was that blandness, the lack luster response that opened your eyes to how your ex is. He never cared. He would never would care about you. If you stayed it would be icy indifference for the rest of your life. So without another word to your ex, you do what you should've done ages ago.

You leave.

nagi

he can’t understand why you’re so pretty 

he loved staring at you 

everything you do is just so breathtaking to him he doesn’t understand how he got so lucky. 

 he has a whole album dedicated to you (it’s private and hidden)

he usually so chill and nonchalant about everything but when it comes to you it’s like he’s losing his mind. 

when he has trouble sleeping at night he’ll watch you sleep, thinking to himself “how the fuck did I get so lucky”

his favorite nickname for you is my pretty. 

he just loves teeling you how good you look at all times of the day

“you know you’re like really pretty right?” nagi’s soft voice permeates through the room. it was one of those late nights, when neither of you could sleep so you were just talking to each other about anything and everything. there was a small lull in the conversation so nagi chose that moment to speak. 

“I don’t understand it. even doing the smallest things makes you so... so fuckin’ pretty. how do you do that?” 

“ ‘m just myself sei, nothing more.”

with that nagi wraps his long body around yours, curling into you. kissing the top of your head he whispers,

“never change that.”

shidou

he’s so upfront with it, it’s insane 

everywhere the two of you go he’s taking 5 million photos to show off to every social media platform he has. 

if you scroll through his instagram it’s just thousand of photos of his pretty partner. 

he’ll announce himself as (y/n)’s boyfriend

he loves knowing that you’re his. his chest will puff out a bit when he hears you talking about him. 

he’s like “yeah that’s me” 

gets extremely jealous whenever he sees someone eyeing you for a bit too long for his liking.

he’s like a feral cat, over protective of what’s his. 

“back the fuck off my partner.” 

“ryu he’s giving me my drink.” 

"oh”

it was like this every time you went out.

barou

stotic king.

he don’t know what to do in the face of your beauty. 

you can always catch him staring at you, just in awe

the first time he asked you out, his eyes almost fell out of his head when he saw you 

you’re just so???? fucking pretty??? 

he doesn’t understand how he could be with someone that looks like you for real

his ego grows 100x bigger because out of all the people in the world, you chose him

wants the best for you. always 

he’s always at the store looking for stuff to help you 

he always facetimes you though because he get confused at all the products and need your help 

“is this the cleansing mask?” 

“no love that’s the pore shrinking mask. why don’t you ask a employee to help you?” 

“no. those dickheads won’t be able to help me. plus you got the best boyfriend in the world, why would you need anyone else to help you?” 

you knew there was no reasoning with your boyfriend when he got like this, so you got settled in for spending the next couple of hours explaining to your boyfriend what the difference between all these products was.

chigiri

also in awe of your beauty 

you always call him pretty boy  but he feels like he should be the one calling you pretty

always helps you with whatever you want to do with your hair

hair is the only thing he knows  

always looking for new inspiration for you

he’ll spend hours helping you choose a look 

and he takes that job very seriously 

“bae i found this new hairstyle but i don’t know if it’ll fit you” chigiri says walking up to where you sat on the couch. every couple of days, he’d come in all excited to tell you about a new hairstyle he saw online. he was so dedicated to helping you feel pretty it was insane.

“let’s see pretty boy.” 

“I should be calling you pretty. just look at you” 

chigiri places a kiss on your lips. you were just like a deity, he loves you so much

reo

he’s spending the money.

to keep up your appearances he’d do anything for you

he’s like a small puppy, always wanting to know what you do during the day 

he’s buying you whatever you need. 

if your favorite shampoo is finished there’s five more before you even realize it. 

he going to hair appointments with you.

he hates that other people perceive your beauty as much as he does. 

but you reassuring him that you’re not going anywhere.

poor baby 

“baby you can’t keep sulking like you are.” 

“but he called you pretty. I’m the only one that can do that.” reo pouts curling into himself. he never expected to have these feelings when he got into a relationship with you, but now it seems like everything is trying to take you away from him. 

“baby don’t be like that. I’m with you, and only you. you’re the one i’m dating and no one else. okay?”

“promise?”

“promise.”

— tagging : @megurulvr ; @sscarchiyo ; @christiansdior ;

he was the strongest. not because he had to be but because everyone told him he was. i think therefore i am, everyone said he was the strongest therefore he had to be... right? the weight of everything on his shoulders like atlas. until you.

"you know you don't have to be the strongest, right satoru?" the conversation started on a lazy day, the sun was singing its last note before setting. "it's okay to ask for help sometimes. everyone needs it and you're not weak for asking for help."

the words came out as a whisper, but the tendrils of truth snaked around the white-haired man's heart. it stung. like alcohol to a wound, the pain felt fresh and new. so he tried to shrug it off, flip it around into humor.

"babe of course i'm the strongest. i mean you want to be with the best, don't you?" gojo chuckles before burying his face into your stomach. he didn't want to think about this, about the issues that surrounded him. it was a constant fog, a grim reaper that hung in the corners of all the important moments of his life, never leaving.

it was there now.

the pure white-hot pain that covered him. he was so tired... a rest sounded nice. that was something he couldn't ever do before... sleep weighed his every bone, sneaking up and fusing itself with every muscle in his body. he just wanted rest. no more weight no more thoughts... just sleep.

gojo satoru was the strongest. right?

"you were right (y/n). i'm not the strongest." a final breath